His eyes were crinkled with delight when he looked back up at her, and Mouse started to understand what real intimacy was. It wasn’t just having a man put his hands on her. It was laughing with him.
A picture of Bo slipped into her brain. She’d laughed with Bo a lot. But she’d never held him while she did it.
“Did they tease you all day, baby?”
Oh, the way he said “baby.” They had teased her. At the time, it had been terrible, but now, in the quiet of her own house with his hands on her, she could laugh about it. A memory really was what she made of it. That was what her father had always told her. “I had a purple handprint on my left boob all day long. Well, someone was real nice to me and lent me his jacket.”
“Was it Bo?” The quiet question suddenly seemed like a landmine.
“Yes.” She and Bo hadn’t become really close until high school, but he’d always been nice to her. She wanted to be honest, but she didn’t want Trev to think she was pining for Bo. Because she wasn’t. Not anymore.
His face became serious again, but his hands found her breasts, stroking across her skin. “You know, some men can’t see what’s in front of them. He could come around.”
“He won’t. He’s having too much fun.”
“Is that what you’re doing, Beth?”
She shook her head. “No. I want to find out who I am. I don’t think I can until I figure out this sex stuff. Those books of Lexi’s, they speak to me.”
There. She’d said it. She hadn’t said it to anyone, least of all Bo. She knew how he felt about it. Though he was a little bit of a hypocrite since he had crazy ménage sex.
“They speak to you because you’re very submissive, love. You want to please the people around you, but you often don’t know how to ask for what you want. There’s a difference between enjoying a spanking and needing to have a Dominant partner in order to feel complete. You need a compatible partner.” His hands found her nipples again. He twisted just a little. “And if I’m right, we’re very compatible. You like a little bite of pain, don’t you?”
He pinched down, the harsh flare sending shock waves to her pussy. Yes. She liked the bite.
“You don’t have to say anything. God, I can smell it.” He pulled her head forward, and now he took control. She felt the shift, the power moving between them. He brought her close and kissed her, his mouth dominating. His tongue thrust past her lips as his hand slipped under the waistband of her dress. He shoved her panties aside, and that clever hand slid across her pussy.
“Oh.” Mouse squirmed a little at the touch.
He tugged on her hair. “No. You had your turn. Now it’s mine. We do this my way for the rest of the night. I’m going to touch you. I’m going to find out all the ways to make you come. I’m going to sink my cock inside you, and you won’t be a virgin anymore. Do you want that?”
She wanted it more than anything. “Yes.”
“Then be still, or I’ll tie you up. I’ll do that, but this first time, I would rather not.” His hand slipped inside her pussy, taunting her. “You’re wet, darlin’. You’re hot and wet and ready for a cock. Let’s make you even more ready.”
She couldn’t breathe when she felt a finger push inside her.
“Fuck, you’re going to be tight. I’m going to be careful with you, Beth. It’s been a long time since I did this.”
“Took someone’s virginity?”
He shook his head. “No, baby, had sex. I haven’t had sex in two years. I’ve played around, masturbated until my eyes bulged, but I haven’t done this in a long time. I need to make it good for you because I worry I won’t last long.”
“Why?” she asked. She needed to know.
He didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “Because I didn’t really want anyone until I saw you.”
Her heart clenched. She hadn’t expected his sweetness.
“Come here. It’s my turn now.” He pulled her down and kissed her again.
His lips didn’t stay for long. He kissed a path toward her breasts. Mouse let her head fall back. She gave up trying to control anything. She wanted him.
He licked at her nipples. Mouse had to steady herself, her hands clutching his shoulders. Her hips seemed to move of their own accord. His hand played around in her pussy, and something was happening down there.
Mouse had masturbated before. She’d even managed to bring herself to climax, but it was nothing like what was happening to her now. Trev’s finger rode in and out of her pussy, curling up inside her as his thumb rubbed her clit in a rhythmic circle. When he pulled her nipple between his teeth, Mouse felt the orgasm begin. It started low in her pelvis and bloomed like a flower opening its petals for the very first time. She’d been able to give herself pleasure before, but this was different. This was a storm crashing over her. Mouse gave herself up. She rode that finger, trying to milk the feeling for all it was worth.
Trev released her breast, and she slumped forward into his arms. His hand came out of her pussy, and he wrapped his arms around her. She felt closer to him than she’d ever been to another person. She breathed in his scent, felt the heat of his skin. This was intimacy.
“Darlin’?” His voice sounded a little strangled.
“Yes?” She would just say yes to everything he said from now on. And she would add that word that seemed to get his motor running. “Sir?”
He groaned. “Baby, we’ll have time for protocol later. I’m dying here.”
Mouse sat straight up. She’d forgotten about him. How impolite. She’d had the best sexual experience of her life, and she’d forgotten about him. “Do you want me to lie down?”
She would let him do just about anything to her. It would hurt, but she would get through it.
He shook his head. “No, just get out of that dress and let me get a condom on.”
He helped her up and then sat right back down on her couch. They weren’t going to the bedroom? Trev reached a hand back and pulled the T-shirt he was wearing over his head. He fished out his wallet.
“I hope these things have a long expiration date.” He tore open his pants, and his cock pulled free.
Mouse stared. Wow. He was a work of art, and she couldn’t even see his whole body. He was ripped everywhere. Sculpted shoulders molded into a chest she’d only seen the likes of on TV. His stomach was solid muscle and his…Oh, that part of him was gorgeous. Big and thick and long, his cock jutted out of his denims. She got a glance at round, heavy balls before his hand covered the stalk, stroking before he rolled the condom on.
She stood there, dress at her waist, and prayed she wasn’t actually drooling.
“Beth, drop the dress.” His voice had gone as hard as granite. “And get rid of those panties. You will not need them.”
Mouse shoved the dress off her hips, dragging the underwear with it. She didn’t give herself time to think about the fact that she was naked in front of him. He seemed barely leashed. His face was dark and dangerous, but she didn’t even think about calling this off. Her body was still humming from the orgasm he’d given her. She wanted more from him. She wanted him deep inside.
“Come on.” He patted his lap. His breath seemed to saw in and out of his body. “Ride me. I’m worried I could be too rough. I only want you to take what feels right.”
She bit into her bottom lip. Once again, he was offering himself up. So many men would have shoved her over and taken her, but he seemed intent on giving more and more. Mouse scrambled to get back in his lap. He caught her before she tumbled into him.
“Slow, girl. We’re going to go slow.” His lips brushed hers as he settled her legs around his hips.
She felt the tip of that gorgeous monster at her pussy. She whimpered just a little as he pressed up.