Chapter 5
5
JOELY
I didn’t miss Hunter’s wince after he said he might explode. I wasn’t even looking directly at him, but I saw it out of the corner of my eye.
Maybe he thought that was a little too much. He worried it brought to mind thoughts of him coming in his pants.
But guys did that sometimes. I knew that much. I might be a virgin, but I was an avid reader. I’d been reading things I wasn’t supposed to since I was old enough to sneak the romance novels out of my mom’s secret stash in her bedside table.
“I wouldn’t want to see that happen,” I said.
I had his button through the hole, and I was now lowering the zipper. I was about to see my first naked man—in person, anyway. I’d looked it up online plenty of times over the years. Curiosity killed the cat. Or it prepared the woman for someday being with a man.
He wore white boxer briefs. That surprised me, and I didn’t know why. I guess I figured a hot guy like him would wear something more manly. Camouflage. Black. Blue. White wasn’t feminine by any means. It just seemed so basic, like a guy who gave little thought to what underwear he wore.
Yeah, maybe that fit, after all.
My gaze lifted to his face as I slid my hands under the elastic waistband of his briefs, pushing both those and his jeans down. His eyes weren’t on me, though. He was looking off to the left.
I glanced in that direction as his erection sprang out from the confines of his underwear. There was nothing in that direction—not even another balcony. My room was that way, but the rest of the wedding party would be on the far end of the building.
That was when it hit me. We were outside. No one could see us here, but there was still something thrilling about being out in the open. Something about the warm summer air blowing over his bare ass and hips and chest…
He was hard. So damn hard. And I’d done that to him. That brought the biggest thrill of all. Me, a normal, everyday girl from Seduction Summit, North Carolina, had turned on this hulking god of a man. It made me want to do everything I could to not only keep him erect but give him the relief he so obviously needed.
“How does that feel?” I asked as I wrapped my hand around his shaft.
He shifted his gaze back to me, eyes wide as if suddenly remembering what was happening. Yeah, not only was nobody watching us, but I had him in my hand. I was slowly moving over him, feeling his steely length, the ridges of his veins bulging along his shaft.
“It feels damn good,” he said.
“Can I wrap my lips around it?” I asked.
I saw it now. His chest was rising and falling dramatically. Oh yeah, I was definitely doing things to him.
“Only if you take off that shirt first. If you want, that is.”
He was being respectful. I didn’t want him to be respectful. I needed him to treat me like the naughty girl I wanted to be. The naughty girl he brought out in me.
“My pleasure,” I said.
I released him and jerked the T-shirt over my head, tossing it to the ground. Then I reached back and unclasped my bra, shoving it off too.
Only after it was on the ground did I realize I was completely topless. He hadn’t asked me to remove the bra. I could have kept that on. But I didn’t want to. I wanted him to see me. I needed that look on his face right now. The hunger in his eyes showing that he liked what he saw.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said.
Nobody had ever said that to me. I’d been called cute, adorable, even pretty. But beautiful? And the hunger in his voice as he said it sent a fresh wave of heat straight to my pussy.
This was what sex was all about. This was why my friends got themselves in sticky situations, allowing themselves to be heartbroken over and over again. It could be addictive, having a man like Hunter look at me like that. If he were using me, I could totally see myself falling for it.
But I had this feeling I was safe with him. He wouldn’t hurt me. He might have a lot of issues, but he would never break my heart.
I trusted him. I trusted him more than I’d ever trusted anyone.
Smiling, I lowered myself to my knees, looking up at him as I once again wrapped my hand around his shaft. I flicked my tongue over his tip, never taking my eyes off his face.
That heated stare only intensified. I liked that look so much, I was tempted to stop and just bask in it for a little while. But he was expecting more, and I wasn’t one to let him down.
I took him in deep this time. As deep as I could. He was huge. Not just long, but wide. Was that the right word for it? Width? Girth? Circumference? The words flashed through my mind like answers to an exam I’d spent years studying to take.
I stretched my mouth as far as it would go, taking him in until he nearly reached the back of my throat. Was that going to fit inside me? I doubted it, but then I remembered that people had babies. If a baby could pass through that tight channel, surely this enormous erection could fit.
The balls. I’d read about that. Men liked when a woman touched them. At least, that was the impression I got from the romance novels I’d read. I reached underneath him and slid my fingers over the tight bulge I found there. That brought an immediate groan from him.
For a second, I worried someone might overhear, but I reminded myself we were all alone over here. A little moan or two definitely wouldn’t hurt.
Finally, he stepped back, withdrawing completely. My hands dropped to my sides, and I stared up at him.
“Stand up and grab that railing,” he said, facing away from me.
My eyes widened. He was ordering me around. Normally, I hated being ordered around, but in this case, it was hot. Super hot.
Oh yeah, I just might be into this.
“If you, you know, want to, that is,” he suddenly said.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Of course I want to. You don’t have to ask permission. Just order me around.”
I saw the hint of a smile. “You like that, huh?”
“Yep. I actually do. Is that okay?”
Now I was the one asking permission. I should take my own advice.
“More than okay,” he said.
I decided to stop overthinking things and move over to the railing as he’d instructed. I put my back to him, hands flattened on either side of me, and stared out at the view. The mountains were straight ahead, lit up by the moon.
In the morning, this would be breathtaking. But I wouldn’t be here in the morning. I’d be in my room, which didn’t have a balcony. Still, I could throw my curtains back?—
He stepped into place behind me, cutting off my thoughts. His hands went around my waist. Within seconds, they were on my stomach, reminding me again that I was topless.
Moving his hands upward, he reached my breasts, and I let out a sigh, my eyes slamming closed as his fingers skimmed over my nipples. Nobody had ever touched my breasts. Nobody had ever seen them, either. This was a huge milestone for me. I wouldn’t want my first time to be with anyone else.
Soon, though, his right hand was making its way over my stomach, and I knew what was coming. It was the first step toward a moment I’d been looking forward to for years. I was going to lose my virginity tonight.
A thrill slammed into me at that realization. It was exactly what I wanted, with the best person. The only person for me.
Hunter began working the button on my jeans. I kept my eyes closed as he slid it through the hole, then lowered my zipper, just as I’d done with his minutes earlier.
He nudged my hair aside with his chin and planted a kiss on my earlobe, then my neck. His hand slid inside my jeans and under my underwear, past the elastic band of my briefs.
I winced. My lingerie drawer was about the most boring thing imaginable. All cotton, straight from the grocery store. They came in a five-pack in multiple colors. Talk about basic.
Right now, he couldn’t see them. He probably wouldn’t judge me based on the feel of the material. Did guys even care about that type of thing?
Again, all thought was wiped out as his hand dove beneath my waistband. He was finally finding the part of me that had gotten so wet over the past half hour or so. Embarrassingly wet. But I had a feeling he was happy to feel just what he’d done to me.
He dipped his finger inside me, and I arched my back, my head resting against his shoulder like it was a pillow. His other hand continued its path over my nipple as he slid his finger in and out, then settled on the nub of flesh at the top of my pussy. He moved in a slow pattern over it as my hips began gyrating, following his rhythm.
I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of his touch and the sound of his breath—deep breathing that indicated he was enjoying this almost as much as I was. I felt his erection poking me in the back, but I couldn’t tell if he was harder than he’d been before.
My body felt like it was on fire as my entire world focused on what he was doing to me. I was going up, up, up toward something, but I wasn’t sure what the end result would be.
Finally, a series of sensations so strong, they nearly dropped me to my knees filled my body. I gripped his arm and bit my lip to keep from letting out a shriek that would wake the other couples.
As the sensations began waning, I stilled, trying to catch my breath. Trying to breathe at all. He pulled me closer and nuzzled my neck. An affectionate move that I had a feeling wasn’t in his nature.
I leaned to the left a little to look at him. “You gave me my first orgasm.”
“You’ve never given one to yourself?” he asked.
“I’ve been busy.”
That was a weird excuse. I was too busy to learn how to pleasure myself? It had just never occurred to me to try.
“Well, we’ll do something about that.” He smiled. “By the end of the night, you’re going to have your second, third, and maybe even fourth orgasm. Then I’ll wake you up in the morning with another.”
He wanted to wake up with me in the morning. I was surprised how much I liked that idea.
I took a deep breath and said, “Should we go get in bed?”
He shook his head. “Take off your pants. I want to fuck you right here.”