JENNIE
I jerked at her wicked, dirty touch, and pushed up onto my elbows. "Uh—"
At my startled reaction, her hands returned to their innocent holding pattern, caressing my body. She tried to conceal her embarrassment. "Pretend that never happened."
It was hard to slip in and out of the scene so abruptly. I didn't want her to be ashamed, and more importantly, "It's okay. You, um, just caught me by surprise."
It was one of those statements that came out before I really evaluated the thought. Was it okay? I'd never done that before. One night, first semester when I'd been hammered, Felix had tried anal. No discussion, no lube, or anything. We'd been having sex, and when he tried to put his dick in a new place, I'd given him a full five seconds to attempt it before realizing I couldn't deal. But hey, I'd given it the old college try.
Before Lisa, Felix was pretty much all I knew in the bedroom. I hadn't believed oral sex could feel like it did now. I'd enjoyed sex with my boyfriend at the time, but I had no comparison. I hadn't known what I was missing. And I wasn't disgusted by the idea of anal stuff, or even outright opposed to trying it, but I was fairly confident I'd never enjoy it.
Was it possible with Lisa I might?
Her voice was so low, it was barely audible. "Yeah?"
Her hands ventured once more, creeping closer to the new spot for us. She watched me intently, looking ready to retreat the moment a word came from me. But I pressed my lips together, curious. The fingers of her right hand trailed through my pussy, gathering up my arousal, and slowly spread it backward into my crevice.
My breath came out stuttered. Her featherlight touch was unfamiliar. Naughty and corrupt.
But I . . . kind of liked it.
Her left hand abandoned me so she could palm her straining cock through her pants for a moment, and then she scooped up the item she'd set on the nightstand. It was a small, clear bottle with a blue top. Fire blasted up my legs as I realized what it was.
The cap on the lube was flipped open. She tipped the bottle over and poured a small amount into her palm, then closed the cap with a sharp click, and dropped the bottle onto the bed beside me. She moved methodically, rubbing her hands together until her fingers glistened. All the while, the intense connection of our gaze never wavered.
The way she looked at me—it was consuming. She was powerfully sexual and commanding. I licked my dry lips and drew in a deep breath to steady myself.
Lisa didn't waste any time. Her fingertips started at the small of my back and inched down. Her left palm cupped my ass cheek and peeled me open while the coated fingers of her right hand slid down, spreading the lube around. The sensation was unexpected.
In fact, it was stunning how good it felt.
She swirled over the taboo spot, each circle she drew was tighter than the last until the tip of her index finger was there, pushing gently to gain entrance. That . . . did not feel as good. It just felt weird, and I hesitated, tensing my shoulders.
Her eyes were a deep brown ink, and her voice fell to a hush. "There are a lot of nerve endings here." Her fingers resumed their swirling, proving her point. "Which means there can be a lot of pleasure. Trust me, Jennie. I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to, and I promise I'm not going to hurt you."
I believed her, but a voice in the back of my mind said it was a promise she couldn't make. Not emotionally. I already thought about her too often. I cared about her too much. What was going to happen when the summer was over? If we kept this thing between us going, how would we ever explain it to Felix?
I pushed the thought away. I didn't want anyone else in the bedroom, even in my mind. It needed to be only Lisa and me. "I trust you."
She didn't smile with her mouth, but warmth lit up in her eyes, and my shoulders relaxed, giving her a signal to try again.
This time, I held still as her finger prodded, moving over my slippery skin until it was right, fucking, there. I fisted the sheet beneath me as she pressed against the ring of muscles and slowly pushed past them.
I gasped at the sensation and clenched my jaw. It wasn't exactly comfortable. She'd said there'd be pleasure, but I wasn't feeling it yet. She hadn't gone far with the intrusion, but it was enough to stretch me and make me question if we should keep going.
"Try to relax," she whispered.
That was easy for her to say, but it only made me focus harder on what she was doing, and it was rapidly approaching unpleasant territory.
"Squeeze down on me."
My eyes went wide. "What?"
"As tight as you can go," she said. "Then, relax."
All the blood rushed to my face and I swallowed a lump in my throat but tried to do as told. I clenched, and when I released my muscles, she eased her finger deeper.
"There." She sounded pleased. "That's the feeling you want." Her left hand curled down my ass cheek and dipped toward my pussy, teasing me while her sinful finger gained more ground.
I collapsed face first onto the bed and groaned it into the pillow. "Oh my God."
Because it felt wrong, but also oddly good. The filthy, nasty way she touched me turned me on, and—shit—her fingers playing with my clit made my vision blur. I tried to find the same sensation from before, pressing back against her finger, but as both of her hands began to move faster, control slipped from my grasp.
She was in charge. Playing me. Using me exactly how she wanted. Fucking me with a finger in my ass and a hand cupping my pussy, working me over into a frenzy. I was practically humping the bed, rocking my hips back and forth to get the contact I desired. It was so incredibly erotic. I moaned as she pushed deeper, sliding a little further with each pass.
"How does that feel?" she asked.
Strange.
Good.
Different.
Words jumbled in my brain. I grunted an unintelligible sentence that thankfully was muffled by the pillow. I squirmed under her control. I clawed at the sheets, gripping and releasing, struggling to find something else, but it was mindless.
I'd been right, Lisa could make me like it. I was so close to orgasm, I needed to come and was frantic to get there. But she slowed me down considerably when a second finger worked to join the first. It took my body time to grow used to it, and then I was right back on the edge.
"I'm going to—" I warned.
This time when she withdrew, I lifted my head and groaned my frustration loudly, more than a little annoyed. She'd denied me so many times already. Was that on purpose? Was she trying to bring out the selfish side of me?
"Where are you going?" I demanded.
She left me on the bed and stormed into the bathroom, not answering me. I heard the faucet run, followed by the sound of soap pumped from a dispenser. "Take off your shirt," she said, raising her voice over the running water.
She reappeared in the doorway moments later, a towel in her hands, and as soon as she was done using it to dry her hands, she dropped it to floor, forgotten. She stalked back to the side of the bed. Her demanding posture and urgent movement told me she wasn't playing around anymore. I pulled one side of the shirt off and then the other, while she picked up the strip of condoms and tore one package open.
The air in the room thickened until it was like breathing in a sauna. I felt lightheaded. Anxious, yet excited to try something new, with a partner who cared about what I wanted. Maybe even more than her own desires.
Lisa climbed onto the bed, straddling the backs of my thighs as she dug her cock out of her pants and put the condom on. My breasts were flattened under the weight of my body, and I shifted to make myself more comfortable.
Damp hands caressed up the length of my spine, sending tiny bursts of fireworks across my skin. I arched into her touch, practically purring like a cat. Her tie tickled me when she leaned over, putting her chest against my back, and she tangled a hand in my hair. She used her hold to turn me into her kiss.
"Stop me," she uttered.
It wasn't a challenge. The soft way she'd said it was a check-in. She wanted to make sure I was okay with going further. I sipped air through my lips and let her hot mouth glance over the shell of my ear.
"Is this your fantasy?" I asked.
"Yes." Her hard cock rested where my cheeks split, and she moved her hips subtly, sliding it back and forth in the valley. "Fuck," she said, "I might just come from the idea of it."
The undone buckle from her belt was cold against my hip, but everywhere else I was warm and shaky. Her lazy, teasing thrusts made me insane. They whispered all sorts of naughty things, telling me how badly I wanted to have her. It didn't matter where. I trusted her to make it good. My pleasure seemed to be her top priority.
She supported herself on her hands on the outsides of my shoulders and lifted as I rose onto my elbow. I curled a hand behind her neck, keeping her from going too far.
I blurted it out before I lost my courage. "I want to try it."
A shudder rolled through the body pressed to me, and she made a cut-off sound of surprise, as if too excited to hold it back. I loved that I could do that to her. Having that kind of impact made me feel powerful and confident—something I'd never had before when it came to sex.
Lisa fumbled a hand on the bed beside us, fishing for the bottle of lube, and once it was located, she sat back on her heels. Cold, thick liquid dripped where we'd need it, oozing down in an enjoyable slide.
She leaned forward again, resting her left hand right beside my elbow, and her clothes brushed against my back. I imagined what we looked like, her in her serious doctor's attire and me pinned beneath her, stark fucking naked. Every muscle in me squeezed tight with anticipation as I felt the tip of her cock gliding back and forth over my asshole, teasing what was about to happen. God, she was thick. I scrunched my eyes closed, mentally preparing myself.
"Relax," she breathed. She dropped a line of soft kisses on the curve of my shoulder, trailing up my neck.
She pressed against me, increasing the pressure as she tried to get inside, and then abruptly—
"Oh!" I gasped.
The burning sensation was a lot. Almost overwhelming, but I blew out a long, slow breath, trying to even myself out. She'd stopped the moment I'd made a sound and held absolutely still. I shoved my face against the pillow, but couldn't breathe, and when I turned my head to gain air, her hand was right there, splayed out on the mattress beside me.
"Slow," I ordered in a hollow voice, but the command must have rung as loud as thunder in her ears because she did exactly as I said. She slipped a fraction of an inch further along.
I wasn't in control of myself. I let my body take over, and as she eased deeper, I sank the edge of my teeth into the knuckle of her index finger. Anything to distract from the strange, powerful sensation that was so confusing, I had no idea if I liked it.
If my soft bite was hurting her, Liss didn't let on. Her tentative, gentle movements caused my brain to fracture into pieces. And as she impossibly slow tempo went along, the sensation began to shift. I relaxed, loosening up to her invasion, and with that . . . I got a hint of the pleasure she'd told me about.
It shouldn't have felt good, yet it did. She made soft sounds of enjoyment. Tiny sighs and groans of satisfaction, and I quivered in response. It was so sexy. I unclamped my jaw, releasing my hold on her finger, and the bite I'd given her morphed into a kiss. It was my wordless signal I was comfortable, which she seemed to read loud and clear.
She lifted the finger and slipped it into my mouth, allowing me to suck on it.
I nearly came from her simple action. She matched the sluggish pace of her body moving inside me with the pulse of her finger pushing in and out of my mouth. I sucked hard, hollowing out my cheeks, and simulated going down on her.
"Fuck," she moaned. Her lips landed on the nape of my neck, ghosting damp kisses. "Oh, fuck, you feel so good."
Heat flashed through me as a jolt of electric current. I was doing it. Letting Lisa have me in a way no one else had. The connection between us grew stronger and more intense with every breath we took together.
"How did you do it?" she asked and continued before I could question her. "How'd you get yourself off tonight?" Her right hand slid between me and the sheets beneath my stomach, coursing further down until her searching fingertips found my aching pussy and stirred. "Like this?"
The buzz she created in my body was so loud, it was deafening. A moan poured from my mouth, and her cock, lodged deep within me, throbbed with my sound of approval. She rubbed faster, generating more friction.
Tension coiled in my belly. My breath came faster and faster, so hard I could barely keep up. My heart pounded in overdrive. I was going to fly apart—her swirling hand was the devil. I couldn't resist, even if I tried.
"Jesus, Jennie." The long strokes she gave began to pick up in pace. "You make me feel like I'm twenty goddamn years old." Her finger withdrew from my mouth, and she pushed my hair back over my shoulder, out of her way. "I can't get enough of you. Tell me what you thought about."
"You," I said. "Fucking me."
Her tone had a hint of teasing and a lot of smugness. "That's all?"
My defenses were down, and I wasn't worried about judgment, and still my face heated. "The first time, yeah."
"And the second?"
I rolled my hips, moving with her fingers. Her touch was enough of a distraction, I didn't hold back the truth. "That Felix walked in on us."
Lisa tensed, and just the hesitation in her body was enough to make me want to die of shame. Why the hell had I admitted it? Worse, why the hell had my twisted mind thought it up in the first place?
But the fingers touching my clit flexed and resumed their task, and I bit down on my bottom lip. She began to move again, only this time her slow, deep thrusts felt darker. Dirtier, more carnal. Her voice was gravel. "Yeah? What did he do?"
"He . . . watched."
Her cock jerked, and a grunt came from Lisa. It sounded like my statement had turned her on. I should have guessed it would. We seemed so evenly matched in the bedroom. My fantasies were hers too. She lowered down until her firm chest pressed against my back. "What'd he see?"
God, that question was corrupt, right along with my answer. "He saw your head between my legs. Going down on me until I begged you to fuck me. And when you did, he watched you do what he never could."
Lisa froze a second time, only this wasn't in hesitation. From the pulsing motion of her cock, I could tell this was caution. She'd gotten extremely close to losing it. Her fingers worked furiously between my legs, urgent. "Shit, I need you to come. Are you close?"
I swallowed a huge gulp of air, nodded, and my vision narrowed. My legs shook uncontrollably as she pistoned her body over mine, sawing her thick, hard dick in and out of my ass. Never in a million years did I think I'd end up here. Not even my fantasies tonight included this, but . . . dear God. I latched a hand around her supporting wrist and clung to her, panic welling up from within.
I was going to come, but worried it was going to be on a whole different level than I'd had before. It was inevitable, this new experience, yet I was a little terrified of what was going to happen. She'd delayed the orgasm so long. Would I scream? Would I do something embarrassing?
I jammed my hand in between my body and the bed, fumbling toward her expert fingers to slow her down and control the pace, but I was much too late. My climax hit me like a gunshot and ricocheted through my body, burning a thousand degrees. A desperate cry burst from my lips as pleasure flooded my core. It was followed by spiderwebbing tendrils of satisfaction, sweeping along my limbs as I convulsed beneath the crush of her strong body.
"Yes," she murmured. "Yes."
And then the muscles in her chest went rigid. Her body locked up for a half-second and began to shudder in mindless jerks. I could feel every throb of her as she spurted her orgasm, wave after wave. It was intense and overwhelming.
I went hazy in the aftermath.
Everything was tingly numb as she slowly retreated, dropped a kiss on the sensitive spot right below my ear, and climbed off the bed. I vaguely acknowledged her in the bathroom, moving around and running the tap. The bathroom light was clicked off, plunging the room into darkness. When she came back to me, she was warm and naked, and pulled my leaden body into her arms.
Her kisses were deep, slow, and passionate. It was like she wanted to learn the taste of me, and I squeezed my eyes closed tight—strange tears threatened to fall, but I successfully held them back.
"Are you okay?" she whispered.
"Yeah." I ran my fingers over her chest, wondering what was going on in the heart beneath my fingertips. Was she okay? After I'd confessed such sinful things? She seemed to be, but nerves fluttered in my ribcage anyway.
It was quiet and peaceful between us for so long, I was sure she'd dozed off, but then she let out a deep breath.
"Tonight in the operating room," she started. Her embrace tightened, like she feared I might pull away. "I've lost patients before. It's always rough, but this one was . . . really hard."
"I'm sorry," I whispered. It didn't even compare, but I'd had a rough day too, and it felt good to be able to be there for each other.
She used her fingers to stroke lines up and down my arm. "I'm glad you texted me."
"I wanted to see you."
"I wanted that too." In the darkness, I could see the displeased look cross her expression, but it seemed self-directed. She tried again. "What I meant to say is, I'm really glad you're here, Jennie."
My chest swelled and tightened, and I pressed my palm flat over her heart. I wasn't invisible—she made it sound like my presence was everything. It was something I hadn't had in a long time, was desperate to hear, and it meant even more coming from her.
I'd been nothing but honest tonight, yet this was truer than anything else I'd said to her. "Me too."