Heat Exchange (The Alpha Billionaire's Virgin Book 1) (19 page)

He looked sober. "I'll try not to hurt you, sweetheart. At least you don't have a hymen. But it may not be possible to make it pain-free. My cock isn't exactly small and you're barely accommodating of three fingers." While he was talking, he was eying her breasts and plumping them up, pushing them together.

"I know." She squirmed, because her breasts felt swollen and warm from his handling. "I'm really turned on sitting on you like this."

He nodded once, a bit arrogantly, she thought. "The hotter you are, the less it will hurt."

Her voice lowered. "I think you're not just not small, Nyall. I think maybe you're very big. You felt huge in my mouth and I have a big mouth! And I want you even if you don't fit inside me."

"I'll fit. You might not be able to take every inch right away, but eventually you'll take it all. I'll make sure of it."

"Please will you touch my nipples?" she burst out. "Or I could."

"Oh, I'll do it," he said, squeezing the undersides of her breasts. "I just like to tease them."

"Okay," she said, shifting.

"They're real attention-getters." He circled one nipple again. "You have look-at-me tits."

"Nobody ever does, though," she denied. "Even at the beach."

His mouth twitched in amusement. "You just never noticed, Janey, because those guys you go for are trained not to look directly at the really hot parts while you're watching. You have no idea, do you?" At last, right when she thought she couldn't wait any longer, Nyall pinched her right nipple, twisting it a bit roughly. She jumped at the sting, then shuddered as exquisite heat flowed through her bloodstream.

"Y-you're wrong, Nyall. I'm pretty—invisible."

"Shows what you know," he muttered. He switched to pinching the other nipple almost to the point of pain. When he released it, it was so hard it hurt. Janey glanced down, suddenly bashful that both nipples were aimed at Nyall like arrows, telling him obviously how much she wanted them played with.

He answered their plea, stroking the nipple he'd just pinched, soothing where it had stung…then mischievously pinched it once more.

A moan escaped her lips.

"Look at those pretty tits, begging to be fucked."

"Oh." That kind of talk did bad things to her. Wonderful bad things. "
I'm
begging to be fucked," she said softly.

"That's what I like to hear." Suddenly both nipples were being thumb-brushed at the same time.

"Nyall, please."

"Please what, hungry girl?"

"Touch me?"

"Oh, yeah." His voice was rich velvet, almost hypnotizing. "How wet is your pussy right now, Janey?"

She writhed a little. "I don't know." It occurred to her to check. The idea of doing it in front of him was titillating. "Should I…um…see?"

"Sure, baby. Good idea."

"Okay." She slid her finger just into her cleft and probed delicately. "It's pretty wet."

"How much does it ache for cock?"

She let her finger fall away, because now she just wanted
him
there.

"More now that you asked that," she said. "What do I do?"

He tilted up her chin. "What do you want to do?"

"I want you to touch me."

"I am touching you."

"M-my nipples. I want you to touch my, um, clitoris."

"How much do you want it?"

He was teasing her. This was another game, she realized. But she didn't know if she could take it this time.

"A lot," she said seriously.

"Good." His hands tightened on her breasts. "Hold your pussy lips open for me so I can see it."

It didn't even occur to her to question the order. Her fingers slid into her curls and parted them. It was hard to keep her slick flesh open because her hand kept slipping away.

"That…is…simply…awesome." His voice was throaty, and she became aware of his cock, now rigid, under her buttocks. "That little thing needs to be stroked. You are one turned-on girl, Janey."

His gaze was fixed so openly on her sex that her whole body tightened in anticipation. She leaned forward, spread her lips wider in invitation, tingles shooting from her nipples all through her body, her need winding up as she waited, waited for the touch on her clit that would send her into bliss…

But he only feasted on her with his eyes while his fingers gently pulled at her nipples, elongating them into tight little darts. "One day soon I'll watch you touch your own clit," he promised. "I'll show you how to masturbate so you like it."

"I want
you
to touch me. Will you do it soon?" she said in frustration. "It's starting to really hurt."

"Soon. I want you a bit wilder first."

"Okay," she said. Maybe he didn't realize that she was pretty darn wild, so wild she couldn't sit still on him.

"Are you ready for my cock, Janey?"

"Yes, oh, yes."

He wrapped his arms around her and his body heat and hardness were so tight to her she felt like part of him. All her senses focused toward his straining cock squished between their abdomens, so close to where she needed it.

He kissed her slowly, lingeringly, his lips soft and gentle, then said against her mouth, "Lie on your back and spread your legs. Keep holding that beautiful pussy open for me. I'm getting a condom."

Doing what he said was thrilling, her anticipation building because he was so unbearably sexy as he prepared himself. The sight of him dexterously rolling down the rubber over his long, thick cock had her sweating. When he came down on the bed again, she whimpered, shivers rippling down her body as he mounted her.

It
was
a mounting, too. He was long and hard and his weight pressed down on her lower body. It was actually kind of savage and…claiming. That surprised Janey. It wasn't just the excitement of how new this was or how aroused she was. It was that this was Nyall. Nyall, a sophisticated, civilized man, at the moment an utterly male animal, on top of her.

It was like being owned. Taken over.

A scary and secure feeling at the same time.

"I'm going to fuck you, Janey," he whispered.

And then she felt it. The head of his cock at the slit of her entrance. She began to tremble at the first probing pressure, so excited she could barely stand it.

The sense of fullness at her entrance increased…and increased. Janey clutched his arms, dimly aware that her fingers couldn't bite into the iron-hard muscles of his triceps and biceps.

"Shh," he said.

"Did I—say anything?"

"You cried out. I'm not even inside you yet. Calm down."

"Yes, you are," she squeaked. "I can feel it in there."

A rush of pressure, painful and bursting and exquisite, proved her wrong.
Now
it was inside her.

"Oh. Oh, God. Nyall, oh, God."

His laugh sounded pained. "That's barely an inch."

"Oh, my God."

More pressure. Janey squeezed her eyes shut. His fingers had been nothing to this. The fullness made tears sting in her eyes. The blunt pressure kept driving further in. It felt delicious, and awful, and too much of everything. She tried to wriggle away.

He was propped up on his arms, and now he tilted his hips, pinning her down. "You're tight as a clamp, sweetheart. I'm sorry, love, this is going to hurt."

There was more. Endlessly more. Every time she thought her body couldn't accept any more fullness, Nyall proved her wrong—increment by increment.

"Is it all in?" she choked.

"About halfway." He licked her earlobe. "You feel marvelous. How about for you? Is it hurting?"

"Not too terrible. But I definitely can't take that much again," she panicked. "That's enough for tonight."

"Shh." He moved her legs, bending them at the knees. Suddenly she felt him sink in deeper. The sensation of pleasure was so riveting she arched, stiffened and inhaled a shuddering breath. "That's it," he said. "Open up to me, Janey."

"I think I'm full enough now."
Stuffed
. Janey occasionally binged on comfort foods; apparently, the too-much-of-a-good-thing rule also applied to sex. She panted. "Can you make yourself any smaller? Is there any way at all?"

"One sure way," he said, a smile in his voice. "But it takes time."

In a minute, however, she began to doubt the need. Her body adjusted again and it felt…oooh,
yes
. Despite his dearth of experience with virgins, Nyall did seem to know what he was doing. He seemed pretty confident she wasn't done taking him yet.

There was a yawning sensation inside. He was
withdrawing
.

"Is that it? Are we don—ah!" The pressure was back

"In and out, in and out," he said on a laugh. "That's how it goes."

"And comes," she said, attempting humor through the discomfort.

"And comes." He rose up higher on his arms, shifted his legs so he was kneeling and grasped her hips, pulling her down so his cock penetrated even more.

She opened her eyes. The new position meant she could easily see his face. He was looking very intently into her eyes. So when her core burst with sweetness, it took a moment to associate that with what her brain said he was doing—finally stroking her clit with his thumb.

But it wasn't like other times. This was so much more. This time the pleasure rippled inside her around his cock, and Janey arched and flung a hand over her mouth to contain her scream.

He held his position, not thrusting in or out, just kneeling there, the invasion quiet but an invasion nonetheless. It was impossible to forget for a moment that he was rooted deep inside her.

More caresses of his thumb. More shattering bursts of pleasure. Janey tried to watch what he was doing but every time his fingertip passed over her in just that way she lost focus, raising her hips for each caress, which pushed him deeper inside. Finally she gave up and closed her eyes, relishing the feelings, and was rewarded by a penetrating sensation of pressure.

"Almost all the way in, baby," he said softly, and then he groaned and drove forward, pulled out, and shoved in hard, and he made a sound that was low and gritty and animalistic.

Janey inhaled sharply. Her hands clutched at air as she tried to assess the damage born from being completely impaled by Nyall's cock.

He didn't move. For a minute as she blinked, motionless, there was only the sound of their breathing.

Then he relaxed the tension in his arms, coming down on one elbow, and Janey felt her hair being petted, stroked, soothed…like a skittish horse, she thought inanely.

Nyall was half lying on her now, with her face tucked into his shoulder. They were intimately close and the musky male scent of him had to be the most seductive aroma she'd ever known, even better than her Grandma Barbara's marinara sauce with salt pork. Impulsively she kissed the base of his throat.

She could feel the muscles in his abdomen clench before she felt his shaft pull out, a tight, almost painful compression that she wasn't sure if she liked or not. Just partway it withdrew, then squeezed back in all the way.

Without pain, this time.

"Oh, Nyall! I
liked
that. Do that again."

He did, pulling out farther and pushing in steadily, did it again and once more…pulled out…hesitated…

"Nyall?"

His voice was hoarse, urgent. "Janey, you…I need…
fuck
."

And Janey's senses exploded as Nyall rammed
in
and
in
. The plunges came hard. Unceasing. Quickening. So deep she felt them in her throat. Everywhere.

It was too much. Air couldn't find her lungs. Heat all over. The most exquisite massage of her passage, flooding her insides with lust. The scent of Nyall. The harsh sound of his breaths.

She made sounds, too—choking, then wailing, undignified sounds. Pleasure and need mangled her thoughts to a scramble. Janey wanted to tell Nyall what was happening to her so he wouldn't worry but she could only act instinctively, matching her hips to his movements.

"Janey—you are—so—fucking—tight."

The orgasm came from out of the blue, her nerves seizing up in ecstasy as the breath blew out of her lungs in a soft cry. And she learned what it meant to climax with a man's cock inside her. Again and again her body surged, and she'd never felt anything so perfect.

"Fuck, yeah, oh, fuck, baby, come like that, that's so fucking good."

Janey went even more bonkers at hearing Nyall's words. Her whole body was constricted by pressure, even while other pressures burst and released inside her. She writhed without will, her arms and legs doing whatever they did. Nyall didn't seem in control either, moving ferociously and making thrilling grunting sounds. For
her
. For Janey. It was absolutely wonderful.

Exhaustion hit her from one moment to the next. Her body slackened like overcooked spaghetti.

Just as she started to savor the utter relaxation of it all, Nyall groaned and gave one full thrust that jolted her almost to the head of the bed, his rock-hard body freezing on and within her.

That last thrust butted his cock into something tender inside her deepest core, triggering another orgasm that ripped through Janey unannounced. She moaned helplessly and felt her body tremble, but she was too tired to move and just floated through the climax as it took her in a series of happy clenches.

Afterward, she became aware that Nyall's strange last thrust had probably meant he was having an orgasm, especially since he slumped upon her afterward and then did nothing more.

"Damn. That was brutal." Bracing his arms, Nyall carefully, painstakingly, withdrew from Janey's body. She felt soreness, then pleasurable relief as his member slid free. "Crap, love. I just plowed you like
I
was the virgin."

She should probably be offended by his unsentimental talk, but Janey couldn't work up the energy. Besides, he was right, she thought. That had been brutal…among other things.

"Novurnum," she mumbled. That didn't work. She tried again, sucking in a deep breath to bring oxygen to her brain. "I'm not a virgin anymore. It's gone," she said, adding smugly, "Obliterated."

"For damn sure." He rolled off her, leaving her clammy and cool without his body heat, but immediately took up her hand in a strong, fierce grip. The almost painful pressure seemed at odds with the rest of his lax body.