Chapter 5

5

AMBER

S hould I take off my panties?

My first instinct was to ask Clay. He said he’d guide me through this, after all. But I didn’t want to ask him. I wanted to know exactly what I was doing. I wanted to know what turned him on.

Without opening my eyes, I used my left hand to slide my panties downward. It was awkward and probably not sexy at all, but I managed to get them to my thighs.

And then I returned my hand to my breast. I felt safe with him, but I also wanted to impress him. I worried that I’d come across as amateurish compared to what he’d seen in the past from the women he’d been with.

I imagined myself as a confident, sexy woman who’d been around the block a time or two. I knew exactly how to turn a guy on. I was a temptress, a seductress, a woman who was about to rock his world.

“Do you feel something at the very top of your pussy?” he asked.

The question threw me. I wanted to open my eyes, but I forced them to stay closed.

“Something?” I asked.

“It’s a tiny nub of flesh, probably swollen. When you touch it, it should feel better than when you touch anywhere else.”

There was one area that felt better than anywhere else. I’d been brushing across it as I slid my finger all the way inside. I thought that was what I was supposed to do.

“I feel it,” I said, finding it hard to believe just how breathless I sounded.

Was that my voice? I barely recognized it.

“Now move over it,” he said. “Fast, slow, whatever works for you. It’s all about what feels good.”

“Oh God,” I said.

The words slipped out. I was so caught up in the sensations filling my body, I could no longer focus on looking sexy for him. I hoped he didn’t mind.

This felt way too good. In fact, it was a feeling I never wanted to end.

He was breathing so hard, I could hear it over the hum of the tanning bed. I wanted to open my eyes and see if he was touching himself. Would he want me to watch?

The image of him stroking his erection earlier flashed through my mind, and that was all it took to send me over the edge. As my first orgasm raced through my body, I knew this was something I’d want to do again and again and again. Only, I wanted it to be an experience I shared with a man—preferably the one in the room with me right now.

When finally my body went back to somewhat normal, I realized I had to open my eyes eventually. I had to face him. What if he thought less of me?

I’d been raised to believe boys thought less of girls who were easy. Looking back now, it was clearly a way my parents kept me from doing something I might regret later. But it had made this situation harder because now I really did wonder if he saw me as loose. Absurd, considering I was a virgin.

“Come with me.”

My eyes popped open at his words, and that was when I remembered he was fully naked. And fully aroused. His hands were at his sides, though, as he headed out of the room. Had he watched me without touching himself? No, probably not.

The mental image of him masturbating while watching me heated me back up again. I’d just had an orgasm, so I didn’t think that was possible, but there was a slight throb between my legs, and I could tell with each step that I was getting wet again.

I found him in one of the tattoo rooms—the closest one to the tanning beds. He was behind the chair in that room, fiddling with something behind it. It was probably the worst seating in this entire building for sex, and there were plenty of seats and beds around here. But I had a feeling Clay knew exactly what he was doing.

“Does this seat adjust?”

I stood, naked, in the doorway, arms crossed over my chest and legs crossed in some strange show of modesty. But I couldn’t take my eyes off this guy, muscles flexing as he worked to move the seat until it was less reclined.

Finally, he stood and patted the back of the seat. “Sit.”

Normally, I didn’t like being ordered around, but this was a different situation. This time, the command went straight to my pussy.

I squeezed my legs a little tighter before uncrossing them and heading toward the chair. I kept my arms crossed, though, as I slid onto the chilly seat.

“Spread your legs for me,” Clay said, stepping to stand above me.

As I did that, he knelt between them. Warmth spread through my body in anticipation. The back of the seat was surprisingly well cushioned, but it was chilly too. That was one of the reasons I didn’t want to uncross my arms. It gave me the illusion of warmth.

Clay didn’t go straight to my clit. Instead, he kissed his way up my thighs, stopping inches from my pussy. I closed my eyes and threw my head back as a shiver ran through me that had nothing to do with the room temperature.

He continued teasing, licking along my folds, then leaning back and sliding a finger inside me as I’d done to myself earlier. This time it felt even better, though. Especially when he slowly slid it over my clit as he withdrew.

I gasped, and he seemed to take that as my seal of approval. He continued to slide his finger over my clit and eventually, I uncrossed my arms and moved my fingers over my nipples as I’d done earlier. Around the areola, then over the beaded tip of each nipple, my hips moving in time with the movements of his finger.

When he stopped and withdrew his finger, a whimper escaped. I didn’t even know where it came from. It just slipped out like air from a balloon. But within seconds, I felt him move toward me again, the heat of his mouth near my most private part.

And then his tongue made contact with my clit, and I let out a cry. Luckily, he had a hand on the outside of each thigh, holding me in place, or my hips might have bucked.

“Don’t stop!” I gasped.

My body began rising toward orgasm again. He didn’t stop. He took me all the way, and this time, the orgasm was even more powerful. It raced through my entire body, threatening to never let up.

I was perfectly fine with that. I could stay in this moment the rest of my life and be happy.

When I was done, guilt filled me. Was I being really selfish? I’d had two orgasms and he’d had none.

But when he looked up at me, I saw a man who didn’t mind at all. In fact, he’d probably give me four more before he even asked for one.

But I wasn’t going to let that happen. It was his turn.

“Can you stand up?” I asked.

“Is that what you want me to do?”

I nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

“Then tell me.”

The message was clear. He wanted me to state exactly what I wanted.

“Stand up,” I said. “I want to suck your cock.”

The heat in his eyes told me that was exactly what he wanted to hear. I’d never said words like that in my life. I’d never even thought them. But they seemed to unleash something in me.

As he stood, though, I was left to face another fact. I had no idea what I was doing.

My gaze darted up to his face as I wrapped my hand around him like I’d seen him do earlier. His eyelids grew heavy, and that told me I was on the right track. When he closed his eyes, I felt more courageous. Like I could do anything I wanted.

Soon, his eyes closed altogether. He wasn’t watching. After checking again to make sure he wasn’t looking, I slid the fingers of my other hand over his balls as my tongue snaked out to explore his tip. At that, he let out a moan.

That boosted my courage, and my strokes became bolder. I parted my lips and took him in as far as I could go. I had no idea if what I was doing was right, but he sucked in a breath, which had to be a good sign. Plus, he wasn’t really offering guidance, so he must not have any critiques of my work.

“Okay,” he said after I took him in deep a second, then a third time. “If you don’t stop that, I’m going to come.”

Fear hit me again. Did he think less of me?

“Did I do it okay?” I asked, hoping to make it clear I was definitely not an easy woman.

“Are you kidding?” He reached out and stroked his thumb over my cheek. “I’ve never experienced anything like it. You’re testing every ounce of restraint I have.”

“I was worried you’d think less of me once I…you know.”

Confusion took over his features. He had no idea what I was talking about.

“Sex is a natural thing,” he said. “It brings pleasure, but it also lets two people who are in love express their feelings for each other.”

Those last words went straight to my heart, even though I knew they couldn’t possibly be directed at me. We’d just met. This had to be only physical for him, right?

Was it for me? No, I definitely felt things for him, but that probably had to do with my lack of experience. Of course, a virgin would fall in love with the first guy she slept with. I hadn’t even slept with him yet, and I was already having those kinds of feelings.

“You’re the most beautiful, interesting woman I’ve ever met,” he said. “There’s not a single thing you could do that would make me think less of you.”

My heart swelled. Nobody had ever talked to me like that. I’d dreamed that someday, a man would come along and sweep me off my feet like in the movies I’d watched as a kid. I’d never imagined it would happen like this, though. Even in my wildest dreams, I couldn’t have thought up anything close to this exciting.

“Stand up and turn around,” he said.

Now it was my turn to be confused. What exactly did he have in mind?

There was only one way to find out.

I stood up and turned, putting a knee up on the seat as he instructed. He walked around to the back of the seat and fiddled with the knobs, gently gliding it closer to its original reclined position.

Then he came around to stand behind me. “I’m going to wrap my arms around you,” he warned.

He did more than that. One hand went straight to my breast, and the other went to that spot between my legs that had given me so much pleasure over the past half hour.

As he massaged my clit, moving in slow circles, then speeding up slightly, he kissed my neck. Then he moved his mouth to my ear.

“I’m going to enter you now,” he said. “But I’ll go slowly.”

The first nudge felt good, especially since he returned his finger to my clit. The pain only came as he inched a little farther in. I gripped the seat back and braced myself for it to get worse. I’d just push my way past it. No big deal.

He must have sensed that I’d tensed up, though, because he stopped moving inward, freezing in place but continuing to run his fingers over my nipple and clit.

Soon the pain faded. I closed my eyes and concentrated on that, shifting my hips until he was a little deeper. Fresh pain shot through me, but soon that was gone too. Instead, warmth was spiraling through me. The pain almost made the pleasure more intense.

Soon I was moving on him, going deeper, then pulling forward, then deeper again, then pulling forward. “Oh my God, I’m going to come again,” I said.

It was a thought that had popped into my head, then slipped out. I hadn’t meant to give him a heads-up. I was just amazed that I could have a third orgasm in such a short time. Did that make me good at this?

I hoped he was impressed. He was the only man I wanted to impress. He was the only man I wanted to sleep with for the rest of my life.