Chapter 17

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Moira was filled with both nerves and bravado; a strange combination. She dared draw playful circles on Welker’s thigh as they drove back to his place, yet the finger that ran across all those hard muscles trembled imperceptibly.

“You’re making me nuts, Moira. And full disclosure here, I’m going to kiss the hell out of you if you don’t stop,” Welker stated when they were on the remote road to his house.

“Right now?” Moira quipped edgily. “Uh, won’t you crash the car?”

Welker growled. “I meant, when we get home,” he clarified. “I just wanted to make my position clear so I don’t take anything for granted. That means if you want to back out, you need to stop with the hand-motions and tell me now.”

Moira grew a little giddy, shaky, yet bubbly with anticipation. “What if I want to do more than kiss?” she dared ask, moving her digits ever closer to Welk’s cock.

The jeans under her fingers drew tighter across his flanks, and Moira knew it was because the impressive organ she’d glimpsed under the table earlier was having a tough time remaining unaffected.

Welker cleared his throat. “You’ll have to spell it out for me, Moira. I feel like I’m in a dream. I’ve thought about this happening for so long, I’m not sure my ears are hearing you correctly.”

Moira licked her dry lips. “I… I’m ready to take this further, Welk. Because, in my head, we’ve already gone way past kisses. But…I’ve never felt quite this nervous before.”

Welker looked relieved. “You’ve got some experience then,” he stated, and Moira understood why. With the non-gender-defining clothes she normally wore, along with the don’t-mess-with-me front she always presented, he probably figured she was a virgin.

“Uh, duh. I had a boyfriend in college, remember? I mentioned Jory,” she prompted him.

“I know you did,” he huffed. “But the way you spoke, made me think that relationship wasn’t exactly…physical.”

Moira actually laughed at that.

“It shouldn’t have been,” she revealed, giving a wry snort.

Umm , if Welker wanted to talk about her sexual past, she guessed she’d give him an earful…if just to warn him. “Jory and I were both newbies to the love-making game when we decided to give it a whirl, and let’s just say we quickly discovered—after a few unsatisfactory outings—that we were happy to revert back to keeping things platonic.”

She took a deep breath and continued.

“After Jory and I parted ways as juniors, I spent the next year hooking up with a few different guys. But there was never anything earth-shaking about any of them,” she revealed. “A couple of them even let me know I was ‘difficult’, and ‘hard to please’. Does that tell you what you might be up against?”

She hoped beyond hope Welker wouldn’t cut his losses and back out now, because she had a feeling, with him, sex would be different. She was already more turned on talking in the abstract with Welker, than she’d been during the act, with anybody else.

Welker made a noise deep in his throat. “Yeah. It tells me your previous partners were all a bunch of clueless idiots,” Welker ground out. “I’ll make a bet with you, Moira.”

Okay. That had her curious. “Go ahead.”

“If you’re not completely soaked by the time I’m ready to fuck you, I’ll not only turn in my man card, I’ll let you tell all my friends I suck in bed.”

Moira blinked. “That’s…graphic.”

Welker shook his head. “I’m giving you honesty, Bliss. I can’t wait to have my head between your legs and my fingers up inside you until you come all over my face.”

He’d gone from graphic, to porno graphic, and…

Is it hot in this car ?

Words had never turned Moira on before. Or… Actually, nobody had ever laid out a scenario like the one Welker was describing. She felt her lady parts go damp.

Dammit . Now she wanted him to pull over, lift her skirt, and spread her legs right here to have him prove the validity of his boasts.

Instead, her hand went—of its own volition—to the tumescence in his jeans. She caressed the twitching bulge and Welker groaned.

“Moira,” he warned.

Emboldened, she gave him a firm squeeze, then went for his zipper.

Moira wondered briefly if he’d stop her, but it looked like he was all in, because he not only allowed her actions, but reached down to the seat controls and moved it back several inches.

Moira undid his snap, which sounded loud in the confines of the quiet car, but she didn’t stop there. Slowly, painstakingly, so as not to hurt the sensitive beast she knew lay beneath, she lowered his zipper.

Welk seemed to be barely breathing.

Moira’s heart-rate sped up as she parted the plackets.

Ahh. Boxer briefs.

She caressed up and down the smooth material that covered his assets until she found the opening she knew would let Welker’s cock loose. Moira nudged the material apart, then reached in, and found— yes —Welk’s hot, hard flesh.

“Moira.” This time Welker’s voice came out thick, lustful, dark. More of a rasp than a name, and it spurred her to free the length of him, drawing him out so she could feel the pulsing of his ardor beneath his tight sheath of skin.

Without hesitation, she unfastened her seatbelt and slid close, lowering her head toward his lap.

“You don’t have to do this,” Welker rasped. “We’re almost home.”

“Where’s the fun in being predictable?”

She’d always played things carefully, and it had gotten her…nothing. She was through with that version of herself.

Moira bent and breathed all over the tip of him, which proceeded to leak out several beads of pleasure. She reached out her tongue and captured his essence.

Mmm . Pure Welker.

Going down on a guy had never been Moira’s favorite thing, but she was quickly amending her inclinations. Going down on any of the guys in her past had been a chore, but with Welker… She couldn’t wait to take him into her mouth; glide down over all his lusciousness, and suck him until he was screaming her name.

Moira felt Welk’s breathing speed up. If there had been any spare room in his jeans, she would have reached lower and cupped his balls; seeing if they grew tight with excitement. But since they were confined, she’d have to make the best of her skills to enchant his cock, alone.

Placing her lips around the fat crown of his prick, she exerted a modicum of pressure, while at the same time exploring his slit with her tongue.

Welker’s ass surged upward, urging her on.

She slowly slid her open mouth down his impressive length, easing up, then increasing her pressure, repeating the motion over and over, taking him deeper on every pass.

Welker groaned, and she glanced upward to see that luckily, he was still in control of the car. She drew her lips up his shaft until she had her mouth barely resting on his cap.

“Fist my hair,” she hissed. It was something she’d never experienced, but when pleasuring herself, she’d always imagined it; the man taking charge, guiding her to give them what they needed.

A hand went to the back of her head, and Welker twisted his fingers into her tresses.

She could feel him holding back, and it was the last thing she wanted.

“Harder,” she told him, then impishly added, “or I won’t swallow you again.”

Welker growled, but gave up on his self-imposed control and gave Moira what she craved; winding his digits tighter, pushing her down.

Moira thought she might lose consciousness with the pleasure she was experiencing. But instead, she refocused, sucking and swallowing as Welker thrust. Her eyes watered and she gagged each time he bottomed out, but she loved every minute of it, and was wetter and more turned on than she’d ever been in her entire life.

Moira groaned around his girth as he set a steady pace, shivering with anticipation of him shooting down her throat.

Just as she sensed him reaching his peak, he yanked her off, breathing hard.

“Don’t want to come in your mouth,” he grunted. “My first time will be in your pussy.”

Moira sat up, her nipples pulsing, hard and painful beneath her dress; her body more than ready to accommodate him. “Then maybe…”

She sat up and reached beneath her dress, swiftly drawing the panties down her trembling legs.

Welker let out an expletive as they came off, and grabbed the scrap of lace from her, putting it to his face and inhaling deeply. It was carnal. It was naughty, and it was mind-blowing.

“Mine,” he told her, caveman style, and Moira shivered as he stuffed the scrap into his gaping jeans’ pocket.

“And you’re mine,” Moira managed back, deftly unbuttoning his shirt all the way to reveal his tight abs. “Now you’d better pull over,” she warned him, getting up on her knees to face him. Moira knew exactly what she was going to do next. She was going to impale herself on his masterful cock, and she wanted no distractions that would take away from Welk’s pleasure.

Luckily, the road to his house was an isolated one, and knowing that the only likely visitors—Welk’s sister and Sabira—wouldn’t be back tonight, the chances of anybody coming along, was nil.

Whether they ended up fully off the road when Welker put the car in park, Moira didn’t know, and she didn’t care. She was too busy straddling him, positioning her wetness over the engorged tip of him.

“Condom,” Welk ground out.

“Pill,” she countered feverishly. “And the department’s latest tests say I’m clean.”

“Me, too,” he managed, but that’s all she let him get out before she slowly lowered herself down onto his shaft.

They groaned in tandem.

“So tight,” Welker moaned.

That wasn’t all because of her.

“So big,” she amended, working his thickness in carefully; moving up a fraction of an inch before sinking down to gain more ground. It took a while, but when she was finally seated, pubic-bone to pubic-bone, she paused, just…feeling.

“So fine, Welk,” she allowed, the seductive voice emerging from between her lips not sounding at all like her own.

“You…okay?” he asked through gritted teeth, holding himself still.

Moira purred, giving a slight wiggle to settle more fully around him. “I am,” she assured him.

“Good. Because now it’s my turn. I’m taking us to the next level.”

He grabbed her hips in both hands, drawing her up only to slam her back down.

Moira screamed in ecstasy.

This is what she’d been missing; this…being taken.

Welker was letting her know who was in charge.

His confidence as he drove into her again and again was almost arrogant, but Moira reveled in his mastery. She knew he had vastly more experience than her, so she trusted him to get them where they needed to go.

Welker leaned forward, meshing their mouths together in a deep, growly kiss, while at the same time, one hand left her hip, snaked between them, and found her clit, exerting exquisite pressure on her needy nub.

“Oh!” Moira exclaimed, her libido spiraling instantly out of control as she gasped and groaned.

If things had been fantastic before he introduced his hand, they were currently bordering on cataclysmic.

Welker drew his head back and gruffed. “Come for me, Moira. Come on my cock.”

She couldn’t stop herself if she tried.

The stars he’d demanded were getting closer…closer.

Moira buried her face in the side of Welker’s neck, opened her mouth, and bit him as she came, harder than she’d ever known was possible.

Welker yelled and followed close behind, giving one final thrust of his hips before he groaned out his completion, emptying into her, bathing her inside with the warmth of his release.

Wow.

They sat there, smooshed together, panting, slowly coming down off their epic orgasms; her head resting on his pecs as his skin cooled and his breathing slowed.

A few syllables escaped him. “That was…”

End of sentence.

Apparently, Welker couldn’t find the words.

Good words Moira hoped, and it was okay with her that he couldn’t speak. She didn’t know how to describe what she’d felt, either. That was no plain-old orgasm they’d shared. Not that she’d had any climaxes with a partner before, but she’d certainly experienced them with her own hands. And this? It was something deeper, more connected. It was…Welker.

“Are you upset that I couldn’t wait?” she asked him quietly, memorizing the feel of his chest beneath her cheek and the softening of his cock inside her.

“Nope,” he chuckled contentedly. “Although this wasn’t exactly the way I envisioned it.”

Moira stiffened. Had she disappointed him? Dammit . She should have known that a man with his sexually active past would find her wanting.

“I’m sorry,” she choked out against his skin, embarrassed now, that she’d been so bold.

“What?” Welker responded, reaching out to cup her cheeks and draw her back so he could look in her eyes. “Moira. Why are you apologizing?”

He looked suitably confused.

“Because…I pretty much forced you to…you know. And I’m not very good at it.”

Welker made a choking sound. “Not very…? Christ, Moira, if you were any better at it, I’d be completely incoherent right now.” He kissed her hard on the mouth. “I am actually pretty incoherent right now,” he amended, before continuing. “But let me find my words and spell things out for you. That was the best sex I’ve ever had, bar none. And do you want to know why?”

She could still feel the impression of his lips on hers as she licked them. “Umm, why?”

“Because you mean something to me, Bliss,” he said roughly. “And nobody I’ve slept with before, ever has.”

She started to shake her head. “You?—"

“No.” He laid a finger over her lips. “Don’t second guess yourself. Sex has always been fun in the past. But with you? I felt what we did, all the way to my soul.”

“Then why,” she asked in a small voice, “did you say it ‘wasn’t like you’d envisioned it?’”

“Shit,” Welker swore. “Piss poor comment on my part. Is that what had you backing off?”

Moira nodded.

“Then let me clarify.” He dropped a quick kiss on her nose, then one on each eyelid, then another fast one on her mouth before he explained. “What I pictured was taking you back to my house, slowly stripping you naked, then carrying you romantically to my bedroom where I’d lick you all over until you came. Then, and only then, would we make love until we were so boneless, we couldn’t walk for the rest of the night.”

Even though it was completely dark outside, Moira felt like the sun had just come out. She grinned under his intense scrutiny. “Couldn’t walk, huh?” she asked sassily. “I’m not sure that’s a thing.”

Welker growled, lifted her gently from his cock to settle her into the passenger seat, tucking his wet staff back in before putting the car in drive. “Well then, I guess I’ll just have to prove it to you.”

He faced her with a predatory glint in his eye.

Moira smiled, more than ready.

“I’m willing to have you change my mind.”