Chapter 7
GENNIE
H oly fuck. That was an orgasm? I’d been missing that all this time? Why hadn’t someone told me?
The truth was, people had told me—friends, things I read online. I’d been urged to try masturbating more times than I could count, and I’d just never done it. I couldn’t even say why.
But now that I knew how good it felt, I’d be doing it all the time. Or maybe I wouldn’t have to. Maybe I could find a way to stay here and let this guy give me pleasure every day for the rest of my life.
Yes, I was thinking forever. Ryan hadn’t even entered me yet, and I was already falling for him, no matter how hard I’d tried to protect my heart.
“See that tree over there?” he asked.
I followed his gaze to the largest tree in the area. It was the biggest tree I’d ever seen. The enormous trunk made it look like something out of a fairy tale.
On trembling legs, I turned and walked the dozen or so steps necessary to reach the tree he’d pointed out.
I slipped my panties down my legs along the way, leaving them on the ground.
He’d tugged them partway down while I was touching myself—a move I assumed meant he wanted to see that part of my body.
Now I was completely naked for the first time in my life. A man had not only seen my bare body, but he’d also touched it. And he was about to do a whole heck of a lot more than that.
I put my hands on the tree as he’d commanded, but it felt awkward. What happened next?
I heard Ryan approaching and my heart skipped into double time. When he moved into place behind me, all the air exited my lungs.
His hands went around me, pulling me back against him and dislodging my hands from the tree.
So much for following his orders. But with him touching me, it wasn’t like I could concentrate on anything else.
In fact, having his arms around me suddenly made me realize how empty my entire life leading up to this had been.
He moaned as my body pressed against his. His hard-as-steel erection poked the small of my back, reminding me that this was all about losing my virginity.
Today, I’d be losing my virginity. But that wasn’t nearly as important as the fact that I’d be making love to this man I was already starting to develop serious feelings for.
One hand went to my breast while the other slid over my stomach and downward. I knew where he was going, and I didn’t dare breathe for fear of interrupting the moment. Sure enough, his finger slid inside me, just as he’d directed me to do earlier.
He’d find me wet. Oh, so wet. Wetter than I’d ever been in my life.
He followed the same pattern from earlier, immediately moving to my clit. I didn’t think it was possible to have two orgasms so close together—especially since this was my first time—but within seconds of him expertly moving over that little bud, my body was heating up again.
“That feels good,” I whispered.
I wasn’t even sure he could hear me. My primary goal was to keep anyone else from overhearing. We were in a public place, after all. Okay, it was deep in the woods. But my best friend was out here somewhere. She could stumble across us. And if she could, someone else could too.
Already, my body was heading toward that place again. It was now familiar to me. Everything tingled, and warmth spread through me. I was at the edge. Intense pleasure was just a breath away, and I wanted it to last forever.
A sound escaped me as my orgasm took over my body.
I just hoped nobody else was around to hear.
But maybe, as Ryan said, a good warning would be useful.
This time it wouldn’t be me warning my friend while she was in the throes of passion.
It would be me warning my friend to stay away just a little while longer…
He didn’t let up—not until I reached up with my left hand and touched his arm, letting him know I was finished. I was completely satisfied. But now what?
Did I turn around? No. I put my hands back on the trunk of the tree. That was what he’d instructed.
“Okay, spread your legs a little wider for me, baby,” he said.
Baby. Was that his pet name for me? He’d said it twice now. I liked it. But then, he could call me anything, and I’d melt into a big puddle of goo.
I spread my legs, then stepped backward a little. He kept a hand on each of my hips as he guided me with his voice.
“It’s going to hurt,” he warned. “There’s no way around that. Maybe we should?—”
“No, let’s do it,” I said, interrupting whatever he was going to suggest. “Let’s push past it. I’m going to get to the other side.”
And that summed up exactly how I felt about it. I wanted to get to the point where I felt only pleasure when he was inside me, and that would take going through a little pain first. Maybe even a lot of pain. But I was ready. I could do it.
He settled his tip at my entrance but didn’t go any deeper. He was hesitating, making sure I was okay. I got a little impatient, though. I gritted my teeth, squeezed my eyes closed, and backed onto him.
Sure enough, a sharp pain shot through me. The worst pain I’d experienced since I broke my arm at cheerleading camp in high school.
“You okay?” he asked.
Neither of us had moved for what had to have been at least twenty seconds, maybe thirty. He was afraid to hurt me, and I was in too much pain to keep going.
“Do you think it might help if you touch yourself?” he asked.
He had a point. It seemed like a waste of energy to touch myself, though. No way could I get turned on again. Not just because I was in pain, but also because I’d had two orgasms in the space of ten minutes. There had to be some kind of recovery period after that.
Still, it couldn’t hurt to touch myself, right? Might as well try it.
I closed my eyes and slid my hand to that area. Instead of the technique I’d tried earlier, though, I followed the quick back-and-forth pattern Ryan used.
He was right. Within a couple of minutes, I was in less pain. It helped that he wasn’t going very deep. And I certainly wasn’t going to try pushing things along again. I’d learned my lesson the first time.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he said. “You’re so tight. I can’t wait until this doesn’t hurt for you.”
The pain was better now. I tried to go a little deeper, feeling a little too confident since the previous pain had abated. But my new act of courage earned me another round of searing pain. I bit my lip and waited until it passed, somehow managing to avoid letting Ryan know.
I was no longer a virgin. I was post-virginity. I smiled at the realization. I’d not just lost my virginity. I’d lost it to the man of my dreams.
“Oh God, I’m going to come,” he said, not even bothering to keep his voice low.
I gripped the tree trunk, preparing for him to go deeper. I didn’t move a muscle, just let him go as deep as he needed. That wasn’t very deep at all. He was still looking out for me, even as his orgasm took over all his senses.
This time, he cried out even louder. “Aaahhh!”
If Dayton and Vanessa were anywhere within a half mile or so, they’d hear that. Heck, noise could travel even farther than that in the woods, couldn’t it?
But my friend wouldn’t know it was me out here. There’s no way she’d know unless she stumbled upon us coming back down the trail.
Finally, he stilled, and I was left thinking about what came next.
What if he’d had his fill and didn’t want anything more to do with me?
Even if he did, how were we going to work this out?
Would he want me to move here for him? Would I want to move here for him?
There were worse places I could live than Seduction Summit.
In fact, it was beautiful. And since my best friend was apparently relocating here, it wasn’t like I’d be moving somewhere where I knew no one besides this man.
“Get on the ground,” he said. “I’m going to make you come again.”
Oh, God. How was it possible I was already feeling warmth down there? He’d pulled out, but the pain was still there. It was mixed with a tingling now.
I’d opened my mouth to answer, but laughter interrupted me. It was a distinctive sound. A sound I’d know anywhere.
That was my best friend’s laugh. And she wasn’t far away.