No Regrets (5 page)

It was like a sexy book—like living out a fantasy. I’d never actually dreamed sex like this would happen to me in real life. I took off my clothes and then, feeling strange and self-conscious, stretched out on the bed.

I was tempted to cover up with the sheet, but he had told me not to.

My whole body vibrated with anticipation, and goosebumps broke out on my skin. I tried to position myself attractively, but I wasn’t sure how to do so. Arousal throbbed deeply between my legs, and I hoped he’d hurry up and come in.

If he made me wait too long, I was going to get annoyed. If he pushed this too far, then I would just tell him to stop.

If he came into this room with handcuffs or a whip, then I would just have to leave. It was risk enough to have sex with someone not far from a stranger. There was no way in hell I’d let him restrain me.

I was just starting to get nervous when he appeared in the doorway. He didn’t have anything in his hands as he came into the room and stood beside the bed, looking down on me.

I let out a breath of relief. It would have really sucked to have to leave, just when things were starting to get good.

His blue eyes smoldering, he said, “Very good. You look just right, stretched out naked on my bed that way.”

My breathing grew erratic as my body responded to his voice. I felt my nipples tighten and my arousal pulse between my legs.

“Reach up to grab the headboard,” he instructed. “I want you to show me your body.”

I did as he asked, feeling more exposed than I could remember.

Also more turned on.

His eyes were still raking over me, and I felt hotter in each place his gaze rested. “Do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Please.”

He stepped over until he was standing beside the bed. I could see from the bulge at the front of his pants that he was aroused too. It was a relief—that I wasn’t the only one so out of control.

He reached over to slide both hands from my stomach up to my breasts. He thumbed my nipples, and the sensations were so powerful that I made a whimpering sound and let go of the headboard to fist my hands in the bedding.

“Did I say you could move your arms?” he asked, lifting his hands from my body.

I realized my mistake in our little power game and immediately returned my hands to position. “No. Sorry.”

I wasn’t used to obeying instructions—in bed or out of it.

He eyed me disapprovingly and then made me pay the penalty for my slip-up by making me wait more, stretched out naked and shuddering with arousal. He watched me the whole time, until I was sure there was nothing about me he didn’t see, he didn’t know.

Finally, he moved his hands back to my breasts and started to caress me again. Soon, I was shifting and biting my lip, trying to stay in the same position despite the sensual torment.

“That’s right,” he murmured thickly, his eyes lingering on my face. “Very good. Hold your position for me. You don’t have to stay quiet though.”

I hadn’t been consciously suppressing my vocal responses, but as soon as he said the words, a low, helpless moan escaped my lips.

“Beautiful.” His hands slid down to skim my stomach and then back up to cup my breasts. “Tell me how you feel.”

“I’m turned on. So turned on.” I struggled to hold the position even though my hot arousal gave me the desperate urge to squirm.

“Are you? Part your legs for me. Let me see.”

There was something embarrassing about the position and about the act of baring myself so completely. But it gave me an even deeper erotic thrill to do as he said. I spread my legs farther apart and bent my knees slightly so he could see my wet, swollen pussy.

“Very good. You’re wet. Why is your pussy so wet?” His voice had gotten hoarser—from the strain of his own desire, I thought.

“Because I want you to make me come.” The words came out as more of a whimper. My whole body was trembling, and I could feel the moisture leaking out of my entrance to trickle down my inner thigh.

This wasn’t me. It just wasn’t me.

I was glad.

“Ask me.”

“Please.” My legs shook, and my fingers tried to dig into the wood of the headboard. “Please, Josh, make me come!”

He moved onto the bed and braced himself above me. Then he slid one hand down my belly until it grazed my groin.

“If I do this for you, you can’t come until I tell you to.” He lifted his eyes from my pussy to my face.

I nodded.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes. I won’t come until you tell me.”

“All right.”

He stroked me open with one finger, and then played gently around my clit. I nearly bucked up off the bed on the first touch.

“No,” he said, removing his hand. “You have to hold still.”

“Okay. I will.”

“Will you?” He met my eyes and, for just a moment, a hint of ironic recognition flashed between us—that we were doing this, playing this little game—but it disappeared very quickly.

“I will.”

I forced myself to stay still as he stroked and fondled me, sliding a finger inside me to spill the moisture gathered there. The pleasure was so intense that I kept mewing helplessly, but I didn’t move my arms, and I mostly kept my hips still, my legs splayed wide to give him access.

Then I cried out loudly when he pressed into my clit with his thumb.

“Be careful,” he warned me. “You’re not to come yet.”

“Okay. Okay. Oh, God, please soon.” My head tossed back and forth, since it was the only part of my body I was allowed to move.

“Look at you,” he murmured roughly. “You’re still that beautiful paradox. Your body is so turned on, so completely physical, but you still seem to be holding back secrets, parts you just won’t give.”

“Oh, God, please, Josh,” I choked, my whole body tightening down around the pressure of the building orgasm. I wasn’t sure I was capable of holding it back.

“Not yet,” he said, sinking two fingers into my pussy and starting to thrust them. Then he pressed into my clit with his thumb again. “You have to show me how well you can take instruction.”

I cried out again, helplessly, and exerted all the power of my will to hold back the climax.

Then finally he said, “Come now, Leslie.”

The pleasure exploded in a powerful rush, and my whole body shook with it. He kept caressing me through the contractions, and the ripples of sensation kept coming until I was limp, breathless, and hoarse.

“You did very well for your first time,” he said, giving me a few last strokes.

I blinked and gasped. “I think I did very well by anyone’s standards, first time or not.”

Humor flashed in his eyes briefly, but then he frowned. “That sounded like sass.”

“No. Of course not. Never.” I was still trying to catch my breath from the best orgasm I’d ever had, but I did my best to look docile.

Evidently, I didn’t succeed.

“I think you need a reminder of who is in control here. Turn over, and get on your hands and knees.”

I hesitated just a moment, not because I was reluctant but because it took a minute for my mind to start working again.

“Did you hear me?”

“Yes.” I pushed up and then turned over, positioning myself on my hands and knees.

“Legs farther apart.”

It was slightly uncomfortable, but I parted my legs even more, my bottom exposed openly to his view.

“Like this?”

“Yes. That’s just right.”

He was on his knees behind me, but he didn’t make any moves. When I turned my head to look, I saw his eyes were crawling over my body hungrily.

“What now?” I asked, holding myself up and feeling both self-conscious and really turned on again.

“Now, you’re patient. Stay in that position unless I tell you otherwise.”

I bit my lip as I realized he was going to make me wait for longer than I wanted, as a penalty for being sassy before.

But this was a challenge, and I was the one who’d wanted it, so I forced back the complaint that sprang to my lips.

He was silent behind me, tension radiating off him, his eyes never leaving my body. Soon, I had trouble keeping myself still—not just because it wasn’t the most comfortable position, but also because I was so aroused I wanted to writhe.

“How are you doing?” he asked, after what seemed like a very long time.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not uncomfortable?”

“I can stay like this as long as you want me to.” It wasn’t true, but it sounded like something I was supposed to say.

“Excellent. You’re learning quickly.”

Finally, he reached over and rubbed his hand over my bottom. The move was so slow and so intentional that I gasped, wondering if he was going to spank me.

I’d never felt an inclination in that direction before, but I suddenly wanted him to.

I wanted him to spank me.

That must be that other person too—not me.

He didn’t, though. Instead, he took both of my butt cheeks in his hands and squeezed gently, pulling them apart to expose me more fully. “Your pussy is very wet.”

“I know.”

“Tell me why.”

“Because…because I want you to fuck me.”

“That’s what I thought. Ask me.”

“Please, Josh. Will you please fuck me now?”

Whatever patience he had was obviously at an end. He made a rough sound in his throat and must have unfastened his trousers, if the rustling fabric was any sign. I heard him tear open a condom packet, and I glanced back to make sure he was putting it on. Then he grabbed fistfuls of my bottom cheeks, pulling them apart.

My hair was hanging down over my shoulders, sticking to my hot face. I felt vulnerable and out of control as I waited for him to enter me.

He aligned his cock at my entrance, pushing just the head in.

I heard myself make a mewling sound. “Please, Josh.”

He slid his erection farther in, the substance of his hard flesh stretching and filling me. Before I could adjust, he’d pulled back and thrust in again—so forcefully my whole body was pushed toward the headboard.

“Is that what you want?” he rasped. “Is that what you wanted to feel?”

“Yeah.” I braced myself on the bed as he thrust again—and again—forcing my body forward on each hard stroke. “Yeah. Just like that.”

“Very good. You feel so good. Your pussy is hot and tight and so wet.” He sucked in a shuddering breath as my channel squeezed around him instinctively. “Yes,” he hissed. “Just like that. You like it when I fuck you like this, don’t you?”

The coarse language from him sent jolts of desire to my center. He was hitting my g-spot on each thrust, and the shudders of pleasure made me want to scream.

I whimpered and bit down on my lower lip, my whole body slammed with carnal heat.

He paused, with just the head of his cock inside. “Tell me,” he demanded.

“Yeah!” I wanted to bump my ass back against him but knew he wanted me to hold myself still. “Yeah. I love it…when you…fuck me this way.”

I’d never talked that way in bed before, and it was both hot and stimulating. It also made me burn with a kind of embarrassment, but that only gave me a different kind of thrill.

I nearly sobbed in relief when he pitched his hips forward and stroked in hard.

He still had handfuls of my ass cheeks, pulling them apart in a way that I thought might let him see his cock slide in and out of me. “You’re so hot and wet for me.” This was obviously true. I could feel the moisture on my inner thighs and hear the wet sound of suction every time he pulled back. “You’re getting close, aren’t you? Are you going to come when I say so?” Josh’s voice thickened as his rhythm accelerated.

I wanted to come right now, and I hoped he wouldn’t want to drag it out too long. My whole body tightened as the flesh of my breasts and thighs jiggled from the motion of his fucking. And the only sounds I could force out were whimpers. “Yeah. Yeah, please. Please, make me come.”

His thrusts intensified to a primal rutting motion—his pelvis slapping hard against my bottom. He made a growling sound and planted one hand on the headboard, bracing himself as his rhythm became more forceful.

I sucked in air as desperately as I could and tried to hold back my climax until he let me come.

“That’s right. That’s good. You’re going to come hard, aren’t you?”

“Yeah!” I choked, my whole body starting to shake. “Please.”

“Then come. Come for me now.”

He fell out of rhythm, but it didn’t matter to me. At his words, I let myself go—the pressure shattering inside me in pulsing fragments of pleasure.

I cried out loudly, uninhibitedly.

“Good. Leslie. Good.” His words were bit out with his final hard thrusts into my clenching pussy.

He came on the last sound, and I felt the jerking of his hips against my bottom and the rough grunts of his release.