Through Fire (Portland, ME #3) (21 page)

Her head falls back against my shoulder and she turns to look at me.

“Teach me how to make love?”

R
uby

I can’t believe I just said that.

When I woke up, Tim’s face had been buried in my hair. It made me immediately aware of my own body odor. Hygiene, ironically, had been something hammered into me over the years. No John likes to smell another guy on you. Having Tim so close, when I’d never even had a shower since this morning, made me uncomfortable. Like my senses were in overdrive, I could suddenly smell the pizza on my breath, the hospital on my shirt, and my puke from earlier on my hair.

I didn’t think, I just thought I’d take a bath, so I wouldn’t get my arm wet, but hadn’t quite thought it through. That became evident when I tried to take off my shirt. Not sure where the tears came from. Crying after maintaining dry eyes for most of my life, and now I can’t seem to stop. Same with talking. I start thanking Tim for his help and next thing you know I’m babbling. Then he climbs naked in the tub with me and soothes me with his hands, his words, and his deep baritone, which makes my body tingle.

Then it flies out my mouth and before I can even grasp what’s happening, I’m standing beside the tub, and Tim is rubbing me down with a big fluffy towel. He’s already stripped the plastic from my cast but doesn’t put the sling back on. It doesn’t matter, I’m not feeling much of anything except an unfamiliar hunger for his touch.

Although I’m embarrassed over my words, I don’t feel self-conscious in front of him. Not now. Not after he seduced me with words I never in my life expected to hear. If that’s not enough, there’s always the evidence standing up straight from its nest of dark auburn curls. I didn’t really get a chance to look at him when he joined me in the tub, but now I’m looking my fill. Strong muscular thighs with the same bristly auburn hair, but sparser, covering them. I’m almost relieved to see he doesn’t sport a six-pack, but his pecs are nicely shaped, and his chest and shoulders are wide. He has a nice sturdy, manly look to him and it makes me feel small in comparison. My free hand automatically comes up to settle on his chest, exploring the surprisingly soft hair there. The dark pink disks of his nipples tighten into hard points when the pads of my fingers skim over one and his deep rumble vibrates underneath my hand.

“Boop...you’re killing me,” he groans. “Just having your hand on me feels so good.”

Encouraged, I lean forward and lick around the tight nipple I was just teasing, biting softly, wanting more reaction. I’ve fucked more men in my life than I could even attempt to count, and yet I feel like this is all new.

When my mouth travels to the neglected nipple and sucks hard, Tim suddenly drops the towel he was still holding around me and lifts me straight off the ground, his arms banded underneath my ass, putting my tits in his face. “My turn,” he mumbles, and latches on as he starts walking us to the bedroom where he drops me on my back on the mattress. Years of training has me arrange myself in, what I was made to understand, a seductive position. Tim stands beside the bed and follows my movements with a dark intensity.

“Don’t.” The single word from his mouth is enough to make me feel insecure. Suddenly, I don’t know what to do with myself. “I don’t want the practiced poses and a seduction act. I just want you. Just me and you feeling each other out. Discovering each other. You don’t have to try so hard to seduce me, because I don’t need it. You breathe, and turn those gorgeous expressive eyes on me, and I’m already gone. I see the slight jiggle of your ass when you walk, and all I can think of is sinking my hands into your hips and finding new ways to make that ass jiggle. I hear the rare sound of your soft laughter at something I said, and I feel like the fucking king of the world.” He slowly climbs on the mattress, carefully covering my body with his, without ever losing eye contact. “Just be real, be honest, be you. It’s more than enough.”

My chest feels so full, and I feel so beautiful in that moment that I don’t quite know how to respond. Tim solves that problem by slowly letting his weight settle on top of me and taking my mouth with his in a hungry kiss. The feel of his big body covering me—the slight abrasion of his hair against the sensitive peaks of my breasts, his lips on mine—creates a riot of sensations I can feel from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. His tongue is doing thorough sweeps of my mouth, and my body responds instinctively by squirming under his, looking for more friction. More contact. Just more.

I curse the lack of use of my arm, as I try to map out his back and ass with my other hand, running my nails over his back and down to the base of his spine. The responding shiver, running through him, bolsters my confidence as I palm his ass cheek. His cock is hard and long, pressing against my lower belly, leaving behind the sticky residue of precum. Instead of making me feel dirty, it makes me feel desired. I open my legs for his hips to settle between. The slow grind of his length against my heat, in tandem with the movements of his tongue in my mouth, has me lift my hips in invitation. Instead of plunging himself home, which I’m aching for him to do, he finally releases my mouth and stares into my eyes.

“I’m taking my time with you, Ruby.” He underscores his words with soft, leisurely kisses over my face, my jaw, and down to my neck. I tilt my head away to give him better access, giving myself over completely to his thorough ministrations. “Gonna explore every damn inch of this glorious body,” he mumbles, his mouth sliding over the swell of my breasts and down the valley between. Trying to suck in my stomach is ingrained, but I give up when he nuzzles my pouch with his nose and lips, nipping at the soft flesh and groaning his appreciation. I’m so lost in the pleasure of his touch, I barely notice the direction he’s moving. Not until I feel his warm breath touching between my still widespread legs.

When I open my eyes and look down, I see his focus on the mark on my inner thigh. I immediately go to close my legs together, but his wide shoulders make it impossible. His eyes flick up to meet mine, over the swell of my belly, and I see heat in them. Heat and anger. It freezes me instantly. One of his hands comes up, and softly strokes my stomach, as the other takes a firm grip behind my leg, shoving it up and open further as his lips aim a kiss on the ugly brand. “Fuck the bastard who put this here. Hope he fucking rots in hell.” His voice is rough and his eyes never leave mine. “I claim this spot. Just as I claim the rest of you,” he whispers, moving his mouth to my center and taking a long, leisurely lick along my slit. Only then does he break connection by closing his eyes and so do I.

There’ve been only few Johns who got off on having a taste of me, something I’ve always hated. I’m not hating Tim’s mouth on me, not when the appreciative grunts coming from him send tingles over my skin. Slow, almost reverently, he makes love to me with his lips and tongue. Probing and teasing—flicking and sucking. I find myself lifting up for closer contact, but the broad palm of his hand on my belly keeps me firmly in place.

“Do you like this?”

I open my eyes and find his blue ones on me once again.

“Talk to me, Boop. Tell me what you like. Do you prefer a soft touch?” He shows me what he means by using only the tip of his tongue to stroke along my opening and tease me around the tight junction of nerves at the top. An involuntary shiver runs through my body at the sensation. “Or would you prefer it a little harder.” With that he slides two fingers inside my soaking pussy, while simultaneously sucking on my clit. Hard.

“
Madre de Dios
! Yesssss...” I hiss, bucking under his assault. “Please...” My ragged voice sounds strange to my own ears, as I squeeze my eyes shut and scream his name with my release.

His mouth is instantly tender again as he kisses me down from my climax, his fingers slipping from my heat. Cold hits me when he finally pulls away, but I can’t quite bring myself to open my eyes just yet. The slide of a drawer opening and the soft crinkle of cellophane are all too familiar and my eyes snap open. Instead finding of an anonymous shape, I look into the beautiful, warm face I’ve become very familiar with. With my hand coming up to stroke his glistening beard, I lift my head to press my lips against his, tasting the evidence of my own arousal.

I can’t even begin to explain the feelings that are swelling in my chest like balloons. Once again, my eyes well up with overwhelming emotions, and I struggle my tears down. Tim will start thinking I’m a basket case if I keep crying, like I seem to at every turn. I feel like I could float up if his body wasn’t hovering over mine, keeping it firmly grounded.

I peek down between our bodies, only inches apart as he braces on his arms to keep his weight off me. The broad, dark purple head of his cock is shiny; suddenly, I want to taste him too. Shimmying down the mattress, I slip one arm through his legs and around his thigh, while keeping my cast braced on my chest.

“What are you doing, Ruby? I told you I—Ahhh.” The moment my tongue flicks at the drop leaking from the small slit, his body jerks. Salty, smooth, and uniquely distinct, Tim’s flavor floods my senses. The slight pleasant musk of his skin enhancing the taste of his body. By shifting my shoulders to wedge between his knees, and pulling his hips back so I can reach him, Tim is now sitting on his haunches above me. With a firm hand on his ass, I encourage him to move, welcoming the slide of his thick shaft down in my waiting mouth.

“Christ, babe...” The muttered moans from above me make me feel powerful and start a new throb between my legs. I love feeling the flex of his muscles underneath my hand as he struggles to keep his movements in check. I massage his length with my tongue, firmly pressing him up against the roof of my mouth as he slides in, swallowing his tip when he taps my throat, and sucking steadily as he pulls his hips back.

I moan around him as I rub my legs together, trying to find relief for my own ache and bring my hand down. Slipping my fingers through the wetness gathered between my lips, I find the little pearl of nerves. I roll the tip of my middle finger over and around the distended nub, before slipping down inside my opening, drenching the finger in my arousal.

Tim’s grunts become louder as he loses the battle for control and his hips start bucking erratically. Suddenly he stops. “I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he manages through gritted teeth.

“Mmmmm,” I hum against his skin. The responding hiss from his mouth almost makes me smile. I want him to lose it. I want to swallow him down and make him feel as wanted as I do right now.

His hips jerk when he feels my finger at his back entrance, firmly sliding in, pressing through the tight ring.

T
im

“Holy Jesus! Son of a motherfucker!”

I can’t help the tirade of profanities flying from my mouth as I feel Ruby’s finger slip up my ass.

Never. Not ever have I let anyone do that. My mind wants to revolt, but my body is instantly on board. When she presses the tip of her finger deep, an orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave. My body, bucking and jerking, as the combination of my cock deep against her humming throat and her finger pressing on an ignition button somewhere inside me, hurls me into the abyss. I barely notice Ruby slipping her finger clear and licking my cock clean. My mouth is hanging open, as I gasp for air, after taking a higher plunge than I’ve ever experienced before.

With a gentle shove, Ruby rolls me on my back where I collapse; my arm slung over my eyes, not able to form a sensible thought or word. It’s only when I feel the mattress move, and cold settle in when Ruby slips from the bed, that I open my eyes. Her naked, rounded figure looks as enticing from the back as it does from the front. I lay still as I hear the rush of water as she turns the tap on, waiting for her return. The moment she steps back into the room, I can tell she’s surprised to see my eyes on her. The blue cast on her arm stands in sharp contrast with the pale olive tone of her skin. A slight flush covers her chest and cheeks, and along with the dark smolder in her eyes, proof of her arousal.

“Come here,” I persuade her, my voice a bit gravelly. I watch as insecurity starts creeping in with every step closer to the bed. Before she quite gets there, I scissor my body up and reach for her, pulling her off her feet and rolling her over me.

“I’m too heavy,” she mutters when I press her head down to my chest, where my heart is still tapping out a rapid beat.

“Hush.” I press my lips against the top of her head. “Feel what you do to my heart? You are incredible.
That
...was incredible. Your mouth...my God, Ruby. So good.”

She’s silent, but seems relaxed against me. It’s nice to feel her skin all over me. “You okay?”

“Mmmm,” she hums, sounding content, but the slight shifting of her thighs send a different message. My dick, despite the rugged workout, seems to hear it too.

There are so many things we need to talk about, or rather, I want to talk about with Ruby, but right now is not the time. Right now, we both seem to crave communication of a different language. One that is just as important. So I don’t think twice before rolling Ruby on her back, stroking the hair back from her face, and dropping a kiss on her wet, swollen lips. Sitting back on my haunches over her thighs, I scan the sheets around us for the foil packet a dropped earlier, spotting it peeking out from under Ruby’s hip. She lifts her butt off the mattress when I pull it clear, and I can’t help placing an open mouthed kiss over her belly button. The scent of her excitement is strong, and I’m fully hard instantly. It takes me two seconds to roll on the condom.