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"This okay?" Jean-Luc asked.
I nodded.
We went in, and one of the doormen directed us to the restaurant. It was definitely the nicest restaurant I'd ever been in.
Dinner was really nice. Turns out Jean-Luc was an advocate for the little guy, often helping k**s get medical treatments their health insurance companies didn't want to pay for.
"You don't defend r****ts and murders?" I asked jokingly.
"Not unless they're personal friends of mine," he joked back.
Of course when he started asking me questions about my life, I ended up talking about football and the books I'd been reading lately. Which made me realize I had a really boring life. But it's not exactly like I could talk about my job.
We ordered dessert, and before it came, Jean-Luc looked at me. "I'd like to get a room here at the hotel if you'd like to come up with me. Would you like to come up with me?"
I blinked. Somehow I hadn't expected that. I guess I should have, but it never occurred to me.
"No pressure," Jean-Luc said.
"I'd like that," I said.
"Okay," he said. "Wait here." He gave me a peck on the cheek and walked out.
Oh God, oh God. Breathe. It's okay. This is fine. This is good. This is what you wanted. Sophisticated and adult.
Our dessert came at the same time he came back. Instead of sitting across from me, he pulled his chair around so it was next to mine.
He picked up the fork and fed me the cake. It was surprisingly intimate, like all of a sudden we were the only ones in the restaurant, and feeding me was the only thing in the world that mattered to him. When the cake was almost finished he took a little bit of icing and put it on my bottom lip. He leaned in and kissed it off.
"Ready?" he asked softly.
I nodded.
He got up and held my hand, and I started to follow him.
"Wait, the check," I said.
"Already paid for it," he said.
Then we were in the elevator, and he rested his arm casually around my shoulders like we were a real couple. I alternated between very nervous and eerily calm. It was if my insides couldn't decide whether to be excited or freaked out, so they kept pushing fake moments of calm in there. The result was a little ping-pong bi-polar.
Was Jean-Luc nervous too? Maybe this is just business as usual for him.
"Come here often?" I said with a teasing lilt in my voice.
"First time," he said.
The room was huge. Was this the bridal suite? I turned around in a circle looking at all the luxury. There was also a bucket of champagne on ice and a plate of strawberries on the table.
"You want a drink?"
"Oh yeah. I'm thinking I need a few."
He laughed. "So I don't need to get you drunk to take advantage of you?"
"No, you don't need to get me drunk; it looks like my nerves will push me to getting drunk without your help."
"We don't have to do anything, Marcy."
"You bought this nice, expensive room."
He came over and held my chin. "So what? All joking aside, I'm just happy to be here with you. We don't have to do anything, Marcy. Not now, not in a few minutes, not later. No worries."
He handed me a glass of champagne, and we both sat down. I took a sip and put my glass down.
"I don't want to make you nervous, Marcy."
I didn't know what to say to that.
Jean-Luc started kissing me, but it was awkward. Maybe he was as nervous as I was, but the zinging electricity I felt when he kissed me the other times wasn't there.
Jean-Luc kissed down my jaw, and then my neck. He ran his hands up and down my sides.
If I was any stiffer you could use me as a surfboard.
He pulled back and smiled. "Well, that's not working."
I flushed red with embarrassment. "I'm sorry. It's me. I'm no good at this." I stood up, thinking maybe I should take a cab home or something. Anything to get me away from the fact I was such a failure. I couldn't even get laid with a guy who goes to a sex club.
"Marcy," Jean-Luc stretched my name out. "It's okay."
"No, it's not. I'm a mess."
He hugged me hard. "It's okay. It's fine. Really."
I shook my head against him. "I feel like a fool."
"Why? Because you have emotions? You're entitled to feel however you feel. I'm here for you, Marcy, not the other way around. I'm in no rush."
I relaxed a little.
"Come on," he said. He took my hand and dragged me into the bathroom.
"Wow." Holy shit. This bathroom was palatial. The tub was huge.
Jean-Luc started a bath for me. "Why don't you have a long bath." He took a towel and put it on the closed toilet seat for me. "There's a robe here," he said, pointing at the back of the door. "Chill out, relax. Come out whenever you're ready." He kissed me on the forehead and left.
I opened the bathroom door to look out at him. "J.L.?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
He flashed me a smile. "No problem."
The bathtub had spa jets, and there were fancy bath salts, and bubble baths. I stayed in there probably way too long. I finally dried off, wrapped myself in the robe, and came out.
Jean-Luc was in bed, leaning against the headboard. His chest was bare. Oh my God, was he naked under there?
He must have seen my expression.
"I'm wearing my underwear," he said.
I smiled.
"Come here, Lafferty."
He lifted the corner of the blankets. I walked over and slipped in. He kissed me. Still awkward.
I smiled.
"So I fail kissing 101?" I asked.
"You're just going to need some private tutoring and lots and lots of practice," he said with a wicked grin. But he didn't kiss me again, he just hugged me to him.
"What's a lafferty?"
"Not what. Who. She was an actress. She was famous like, ah, twenty-five years ago."
"Huh."
"Her first name was Marcy. She's the only famous Marcy I could think of. I wanted you to know I think you're a star."
Aww.
"What was she in?"
"Some of the original Star Trek episodes. She always played the hottie. Like you."
"You lay it on thick."
"Is it working?"
"Yeah," I said.
He gave me a soft kiss. I expected him to try to teach me how to make out again, but he reached over me and turned out the light.
"Come on, Lafferty," he said. He turned me away from him and tucked me into his body. "Let's get some sleep."
Lafferty. Star Trek. It was cute. I kind of liked it.
"I'm glad you're here with me, baby," he said softly.
"Me too."
He stroked my hair, and adjusted my body a little.
"Good night, Lafferty."
I thought for a second. "Good night, Picard."
He laughed.
I was too short to have head-to-toe contact, or fit really properly everywhere with him in the spooning position. But my butt was nestled up against his hips, and my back to his chest. He put an arm around me.
It was heavenly. I could get used to this.
I figured I would stay up half the night, enjoying the feel of him and listening to him breathe, but in a few minutes I was fast asleep.
I woke up early in the morning as the sun was rising. We were still entwined together. Jean-Luc's hand was curled up under my breast, just barely touching it. It felt so good, I didn't want to get up. But I had to go the bathroom, so I carefully wiggled my way out.
Jean-Luc didn't wake. He just mumbled and turned over onto his back, flinging one hand up by the side of his head.
God, he was gorgeous in sleep, with his hair all tousled.
I had to tear myself away to go to the bathroom, and when I was finished I came back and stared at him some more.
I had heard that if you stare at someone too much while they are sleeping, they wake up. As if part of them knows they're being stared at or something. So I stopped staring at him and crawled back into bed.
He reached for me in his sleep, naturally bringing me toward him until my head rested on his chest.
Sigh. This was good. I yawned. I drifted off for a few seconds, thinking about what sex would be like Star Trek style.
When I woke up, I was suddenly horny, and sexy, and confident. Jean-Luc was still sleeping. I untied the sash on my bathrobe and pushed it open. I rolled on top of him. Rubbed against him.
"Hhhmmm?" he asked sleepily.
"Yeah," I said. "Mmmn."
He blinked groggily. "Now this is the way to wake up."
I laid a gentle kiss on his lips. The hot sparkling tension between us was back. I ground my hips against his erection. I heard some guys wake up like that. I guess it's true.
"I figured out what our problem is. Was," I said.
"I didn't know we had a problem." He snaked his hands under my robe and placed them on my lower back. His palms were hot.
I kissed him again. This time I was the one to tap my tongue to his closed lips, and he opened his mouth for me. I devoured him, the way he had taught me.
"You've been making all the moves, and I've felt helpless. Like I have no control, always being on the receiving end, not knowing what's coming," I said.
"Very insightful. What do you suggest professor?"
"I suggest you lay back and let me have my way with you."
He chuckled. "I'm already lying back. And you can have your way with me anytime you want."
"Let's start now then," I said.
I rolled off him and snuggled into his side. I rubbed a hand down his chest.
"Is this okay?" I asked.
"Oh yeah," he said. He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Anything you want is okay."
I smiled at him, and let my hand run lower. "The only experience I've ever had," I whispered, "is what I've had, and am having, with you."
He looked at me.
"Evan said, don't get attached," I said. "But it's hard not to, touching you like this."
"Marcy," he said, and his voice dropped an octave as my hand brushed lower. "You can listen to Evan if you like. But I'll tell you, I'm already attached."
I placed my hand directly on him, over his underwear. He arched up into me.
"More than attached," he whispered. "I think I'm falling for you."
"You're just saying that 'cause my hand's on your... ah, you know."
He laughed. "That doesn't hurt," he said. "But I think it's a little more than that."
"So I'll remove my hand, and we'll find out," I said deviously, taking my hand away.
"Oh, you're mean," he said. I expected he would come after me, but he didn't. He closed his eyes, and I could see him consciously and deliberately relax his body as he waited.
I put my hand back on his stomach and rubbed circles getting lower and lower each time. "It's just that the whole idea was so I can learn," I said quietly. "But now I... I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage of you."
"Marcy," he said. There was a whole lot in that one word. A firm tone letting me know that everything was fine except me doubting myself. His gaze burned into mine. "Use me," he said.
Wow.
He closed his eyes again. His expression was patient, like he would wait until it was next summer if that's what I needed.
I gathered my courage and pulled down his underwear. I was glad his eyes were closed, because I definitely stared.
Yeah, wow.
I had no idea if he was bigger or smaller than normal, because I had nothing to compare it to, but I didn't really care. I very tentatively reached out and grazed my fingers along the underside of his cock.
He made a soft groan, barely audible.
"Don't stop," he said softly.
The feeling of power flooded through me. I wrapped my hand around his cock and just held it. I was surprised by the feeling of how soft the skin was. Were all guys like that?
"You can hold it harder than that," Jean-Luc said.
"Huh?"
"You won't break it."
His eyes were still closed. I wondered what it felt like to him.
"I don't want to hurt you," I said. I squeezed a little harder.
"You won't."
Huh.
I squeezed even harder.
"That's it," he whispered. His chest expanded, as if he was taking a huge deep inhale to calm himself.
"Now what? I mean, now how?"
His eyelids flipped open. The raw lust in his eyes caught my breath.
"You want me to show you?" His voice was rough and raspy. There was something in the way he said it. Hunger maybe.
I nodded.
He put his hand over mine. I was aware of how small my hand was, how his hand dwarfed mine so I couldn't even see it. He squeezed my hand around him and stroked up and back down, just one stroke.
"It's better if your hand is a little wet," he said.
Huh?
He took my hand off him and licked my palm. It sent a zing right down to my core. He stared at me while he licked, an intensely sexual gaze, as if saying, 'more to come, if you can stand it'.
Oh yeah.
He brought my hand back down on his rocklike penis, squeezed my hand around him, and began to stroke.
I wasn't surprised at the motion, but I was surprised by how good it felt to me.
I closed my eyes to focus on the sensations. The energy between us skyrocketed, and I got wetter just from touching him.
This is why everybody makes such a big deal about sex.
'Cause it's the bomb.
God, everything was magnified and thrilling: the feel of that hard shaft, like steel under silk, the pumping motion of us moving together, and the sounds of his panting getting louder and louder, shorter and raspier with each intake of breath. It gave me a pleasure that made me giddy, far more sparkling than last night's warm champagne.
A hundred times better.
I rested my head on his chest. Even though my eyes were closed, I pictured how he must look. Then I thought of how magnificently feral he must look when he's in Melody's. I pictured him, standing with his legs apart, his cock in some girl's mouth, his head thrown back in ecstasy.
He arched up into our hands.
Our hands slid over that hard hammer, and although he was setting the course, I felt like I was driving.
Taking the corners at 100 miles an hour.
I moaned, soft little squeals of joy that sounded both innocent and full of heat.
I opened my eyes to look at our joint motion; it was so strange and new, but it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. His thigh muscles bowed up tightly, as if he were under great strain and going to snap.
He removed his hand, and I kept going. It was weird the way the skin could slide under my hand, but I liked it. I really liked it.
Jean-Luc stopped me.
"What?" I said.
He took my hand and put it so my finger and thumb were a ring around the base of his cock. Then he squeezed my fingers into him really hard.
"This will stop someone, if you need to slow them down," he said.
Huh?
"Why would I want to stop someone?" I asked.
He looked at me.
"I mean, like now. Why would I want to stop you?"
"Just, you know, for pacing," Jean-Luc said. "Because what you've done so far is fantastic, and I'm not going to be able to hold on much longer."
"So?"
"So, I wanted to stop for a second. Give you a chance to do something different if there's anything else you'd like to do."
Huh? Oh. Um.
My expression must have been priceless, because Jean-Luc smile at me was filled with self-depreciating humor.
"You drive me nuts, Marcy. I just wanted to give you the chance to get what you want, and drive me nuts any way you wanted to before I... combust."
Oh.
He pried my hand off his cock and stroked himself, very slowly. "But I'm not giving you suggestions, or saying or implying anything, one way or another." He put both his hands behind his head. "I just wanted to show you how to slow me down for a minute. It's your ball game, love."
"You mean, is there anything else I want to do?" I asked.
"I mean, yeah, do anything you want, or nothing at all. It's up to you. I'm patient."
I lightly caressed the underside of his cock, which was lying proud and hard on his belly. "You don't look patient," I said.
"Okay. I'm on fire. I'm dying. I'm not patient. But I'm willing to make myself patient, so you have the opportunity to do whatever you want to do."
He meant a blow job, didn't he? I stared at him.
"I don't have an agenda here, Marcy. I'm just waiting for instructions."
"There is one more thing I want to try," I said.
He took in an excited gasp of breath and his tongue darted out slightly as he just barely licked his lips. "What?" he rasped.
"This," I said. I planted a kiss low on his belly. Then I opened my mouth wide and took his whole cock into my mouth.
Yaargh. It pushed way down into my throat, and I started to gag. I'm going to throw up on him!
"Whoa, whoa, baby." Jean-Luc pulled me off him by pushing on my shoulder. "Don't try and take the whole thing down at once like that." He took my hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock. "Only go down to your hand."
I flushed red. I was embarrassed. I should know stuff like this, right? Oh. Or maybe not. That's why I was here with Jean-Luc teaching me.
"Slowly, sweetheart."
"But... aren't I supposed to take it all the way down, or I'm no good at it?"
He shrugged. "For me most of the sensitivity is in the head anyway."
I let go of him and jumped up off the bed. I paced, looking down at the floor as I frowned and mumbled to myself. My confidence plummeted. I can't even do this right? My first blow job, and I messed it up.
I looked up.
Jean-Luc was staring at me. His eyes dilated, and he licked his lips again. I looked down. My robe was still open. How could I feel anything other than totally sexy when he looks at me like that? I guess I didn't have to have huge bazingas to turn Jean-Luc on. Maybe I was all right even when I was doing things all wrong. Maybe I wasn't as bad at this as I thought.
"Want me to try again?" I asked.
"Only if you want to," he said.
"I really, really want to," I said.
"Well, I wouldn't want to prevent you from licking the lollipop if you were in a candy mood."
"Oh, boy am I ever," I said.
So much for shy.
I came back to bed and wrapped my hand around the bottom of his shaft the way he taught me. I thought about it. It's like a kiss, right? I looked into his eyes. I looked down at his cock. I looked back into his eyes. What I saw there shocked me: complete trust; total want; love.
"You don't have to, Marcy," Jean-Luc said. "But if you want to know if I want you to? Yes. I want you to."
I slowly went down over him, bobbing up and down to my hand.
He groaned. "Oh God. That's so good. Now move your hand up and down with your— Oh fuck, yeah, just like that."
I tightened my mouth and hand around him, and I got lost in the rhythm. There was something amazing about having him inside me.
"I'm—"
He pushed me off him. He stroked himself once and came on his stomach. He looked at me sheepishly.
"I didn't know if you wanted me to come in your mouth for your first time."
Come in my mouth??!!! Yikes. In the romance novels they never say things that way. I mean, I knew people did that, but whoa. There's something to think about.
I blinked.
"Would you get me a wet washcloth, sweetheart?"
I blinked again.
I reached out and put the tip of my finger in the wetness on his belly. Slowly brought it to my mouth. He groaned. It tasted wet and salty. Like...I don't know...like canned olives and cream maybe. I liked it.
"Would you drink it down next time? Like you're taking some of me in you?" he asked.
"Ah... yeah, I guess so. I'll try anything once. Would you like that?"
He looked at me, and his lids closed partially and his mouth opened. "Yeah."
"Well I'll do it then. I want to be really good at this."
He grabbed my hand. "Marcy. I don't want you to be really good at this to please me. I want you to be good at this to please you."
I stared at him.
"Get it?"
No.
"You're the girl. Do what you love, not what you think the guy will love, okay?"
Ah... okay.
"Washcloth?"
"Right," I said, and jumped up to get one.
He wiped up and looked at the clock. "Shit, I've got a meeting this morning. We've got to get going. Are you working today?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Come on, let's get dressed."
I nodded.
We went in, and one of the doormen directed us to the restaurant. It was definitely the nicest restaurant I'd ever been in.
Dinner was really nice. Turns out Jean-Luc was an advocate for the little guy, often helping k**s get medical treatments their health insurance companies didn't want to pay for.
"You don't defend r****ts and murders?" I asked jokingly.
"Not unless they're personal friends of mine," he joked back.
Of course when he started asking me questions about my life, I ended up talking about football and the books I'd been reading lately. Which made me realize I had a really boring life. But it's not exactly like I could talk about my job.
We ordered dessert, and before it came, Jean-Luc looked at me. "I'd like to get a room here at the hotel if you'd like to come up with me. Would you like to come up with me?"
I blinked. Somehow I hadn't expected that. I guess I should have, but it never occurred to me.
"No pressure," Jean-Luc said.
"I'd like that," I said.
"Okay," he said. "Wait here." He gave me a peck on the cheek and walked out.
Oh God, oh God. Breathe. It's okay. This is fine. This is good. This is what you wanted. Sophisticated and adult.
Our dessert came at the same time he came back. Instead of sitting across from me, he pulled his chair around so it was next to mine.
He picked up the fork and fed me the cake. It was surprisingly intimate, like all of a sudden we were the only ones in the restaurant, and feeding me was the only thing in the world that mattered to him. When the cake was almost finished he took a little bit of icing and put it on my bottom lip. He leaned in and kissed it off.
"Ready?" he asked softly.
I nodded.
He got up and held my hand, and I started to follow him.
"Wait, the check," I said.
"Already paid for it," he said.
Then we were in the elevator, and he rested his arm casually around my shoulders like we were a real couple. I alternated between very nervous and eerily calm. It was if my insides couldn't decide whether to be excited or freaked out, so they kept pushing fake moments of calm in there. The result was a little ping-pong bi-polar.
Was Jean-Luc nervous too? Maybe this is just business as usual for him.
"Come here often?" I said with a teasing lilt in my voice.
"First time," he said.
The room was huge. Was this the bridal suite? I turned around in a circle looking at all the luxury. There was also a bucket of champagne on ice and a plate of strawberries on the table.
"You want a drink?"
"Oh yeah. I'm thinking I need a few."
He laughed. "So I don't need to get you drunk to take advantage of you?"
"No, you don't need to get me drunk; it looks like my nerves will push me to getting drunk without your help."
"We don't have to do anything, Marcy."
"You bought this nice, expensive room."
He came over and held my chin. "So what? All joking aside, I'm just happy to be here with you. We don't have to do anything, Marcy. Not now, not in a few minutes, not later. No worries."
He handed me a glass of champagne, and we both sat down. I took a sip and put my glass down.
"I don't want to make you nervous, Marcy."
I didn't know what to say to that.
Jean-Luc started kissing me, but it was awkward. Maybe he was as nervous as I was, but the zinging electricity I felt when he kissed me the other times wasn't there.
Jean-Luc kissed down my jaw, and then my neck. He ran his hands up and down my sides.
If I was any stiffer you could use me as a surfboard.
He pulled back and smiled. "Well, that's not working."
I flushed red with embarrassment. "I'm sorry. It's me. I'm no good at this." I stood up, thinking maybe I should take a cab home or something. Anything to get me away from the fact I was such a failure. I couldn't even get laid with a guy who goes to a sex club.
"Marcy," Jean-Luc stretched my name out. "It's okay."
"No, it's not. I'm a mess."
He hugged me hard. "It's okay. It's fine. Really."
I shook my head against him. "I feel like a fool."
"Why? Because you have emotions? You're entitled to feel however you feel. I'm here for you, Marcy, not the other way around. I'm in no rush."
I relaxed a little.
"Come on," he said. He took my hand and dragged me into the bathroom.
"Wow." Holy shit. This bathroom was palatial. The tub was huge.
Jean-Luc started a bath for me. "Why don't you have a long bath." He took a towel and put it on the closed toilet seat for me. "There's a robe here," he said, pointing at the back of the door. "Chill out, relax. Come out whenever you're ready." He kissed me on the forehead and left.
I opened the bathroom door to look out at him. "J.L.?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
He flashed me a smile. "No problem."
The bathtub had spa jets, and there were fancy bath salts, and bubble baths. I stayed in there probably way too long. I finally dried off, wrapped myself in the robe, and came out.
Jean-Luc was in bed, leaning against the headboard. His chest was bare. Oh my God, was he naked under there?
He must have seen my expression.
"I'm wearing my underwear," he said.
I smiled.
"Come here, Lafferty."
He lifted the corner of the blankets. I walked over and slipped in. He kissed me. Still awkward.
I smiled.
"So I fail kissing 101?" I asked.
"You're just going to need some private tutoring and lots and lots of practice," he said with a wicked grin. But he didn't kiss me again, he just hugged me to him.
"What's a lafferty?"
"Not what. Who. She was an actress. She was famous like, ah, twenty-five years ago."
"Huh."
"Her first name was Marcy. She's the only famous Marcy I could think of. I wanted you to know I think you're a star."
Aww.
"What was she in?"
"Some of the original Star Trek episodes. She always played the hottie. Like you."
"You lay it on thick."
"Is it working?"
"Yeah," I said.
He gave me a soft kiss. I expected him to try to teach me how to make out again, but he reached over me and turned out the light.
"Come on, Lafferty," he said. He turned me away from him and tucked me into his body. "Let's get some sleep."
Lafferty. Star Trek. It was cute. I kind of liked it.
"I'm glad you're here with me, baby," he said softly.
"Me too."
He stroked my hair, and adjusted my body a little.
"Good night, Lafferty."
I thought for a second. "Good night, Picard."
He laughed.
I was too short to have head-to-toe contact, or fit really properly everywhere with him in the spooning position. But my butt was nestled up against his hips, and my back to his chest. He put an arm around me.
It was heavenly. I could get used to this.
I figured I would stay up half the night, enjoying the feel of him and listening to him breathe, but in a few minutes I was fast asleep.
I woke up early in the morning as the sun was rising. We were still entwined together. Jean-Luc's hand was curled up under my breast, just barely touching it. It felt so good, I didn't want to get up. But I had to go the bathroom, so I carefully wiggled my way out.
Jean-Luc didn't wake. He just mumbled and turned over onto his back, flinging one hand up by the side of his head.
God, he was gorgeous in sleep, with his hair all tousled.
I had to tear myself away to go to the bathroom, and when I was finished I came back and stared at him some more.
I had heard that if you stare at someone too much while they are sleeping, they wake up. As if part of them knows they're being stared at or something. So I stopped staring at him and crawled back into bed.
He reached for me in his sleep, naturally bringing me toward him until my head rested on his chest.
Sigh. This was good. I yawned. I drifted off for a few seconds, thinking about what sex would be like Star Trek style.
When I woke up, I was suddenly horny, and sexy, and confident. Jean-Luc was still sleeping. I untied the sash on my bathrobe and pushed it open. I rolled on top of him. Rubbed against him.
"Hhhmmm?" he asked sleepily.
"Yeah," I said. "Mmmn."
He blinked groggily. "Now this is the way to wake up."
I laid a gentle kiss on his lips. The hot sparkling tension between us was back. I ground my hips against his erection. I heard some guys wake up like that. I guess it's true.
"I figured out what our problem is. Was," I said.
"I didn't know we had a problem." He snaked his hands under my robe and placed them on my lower back. His palms were hot.
I kissed him again. This time I was the one to tap my tongue to his closed lips, and he opened his mouth for me. I devoured him, the way he had taught me.
"You've been making all the moves, and I've felt helpless. Like I have no control, always being on the receiving end, not knowing what's coming," I said.
"Very insightful. What do you suggest professor?"
"I suggest you lay back and let me have my way with you."
He chuckled. "I'm already lying back. And you can have your way with me anytime you want."
"Let's start now then," I said.
I rolled off him and snuggled into his side. I rubbed a hand down his chest.
"Is this okay?" I asked.
"Oh yeah," he said. He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Anything you want is okay."
I smiled at him, and let my hand run lower. "The only experience I've ever had," I whispered, "is what I've had, and am having, with you."
He looked at me.
"Evan said, don't get attached," I said. "But it's hard not to, touching you like this."
"Marcy," he said, and his voice dropped an octave as my hand brushed lower. "You can listen to Evan if you like. But I'll tell you, I'm already attached."
I placed my hand directly on him, over his underwear. He arched up into me.
"More than attached," he whispered. "I think I'm falling for you."
"You're just saying that 'cause my hand's on your... ah, you know."
He laughed. "That doesn't hurt," he said. "But I think it's a little more than that."
"So I'll remove my hand, and we'll find out," I said deviously, taking my hand away.
"Oh, you're mean," he said. I expected he would come after me, but he didn't. He closed his eyes, and I could see him consciously and deliberately relax his body as he waited.
I put my hand back on his stomach and rubbed circles getting lower and lower each time. "It's just that the whole idea was so I can learn," I said quietly. "But now I... I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage of you."
"Marcy," he said. There was a whole lot in that one word. A firm tone letting me know that everything was fine except me doubting myself. His gaze burned into mine. "Use me," he said.
Wow.
He closed his eyes again. His expression was patient, like he would wait until it was next summer if that's what I needed.
I gathered my courage and pulled down his underwear. I was glad his eyes were closed, because I definitely stared.
Yeah, wow.
I had no idea if he was bigger or smaller than normal, because I had nothing to compare it to, but I didn't really care. I very tentatively reached out and grazed my fingers along the underside of his cock.
He made a soft groan, barely audible.
"Don't stop," he said softly.
The feeling of power flooded through me. I wrapped my hand around his cock and just held it. I was surprised by the feeling of how soft the skin was. Were all guys like that?
"You can hold it harder than that," Jean-Luc said.
"Huh?"
"You won't break it."
His eyes were still closed. I wondered what it felt like to him.
"I don't want to hurt you," I said. I squeezed a little harder.
"You won't."
Huh.
I squeezed even harder.
"That's it," he whispered. His chest expanded, as if he was taking a huge deep inhale to calm himself.
"Now what? I mean, now how?"
His eyelids flipped open. The raw lust in his eyes caught my breath.
"You want me to show you?" His voice was rough and raspy. There was something in the way he said it. Hunger maybe.
I nodded.
He put his hand over mine. I was aware of how small my hand was, how his hand dwarfed mine so I couldn't even see it. He squeezed my hand around him and stroked up and back down, just one stroke.
"It's better if your hand is a little wet," he said.
Huh?
He took my hand off him and licked my palm. It sent a zing right down to my core. He stared at me while he licked, an intensely sexual gaze, as if saying, 'more to come, if you can stand it'.
Oh yeah.
He brought my hand back down on his rocklike penis, squeezed my hand around him, and began to stroke.
I wasn't surprised at the motion, but I was surprised by how good it felt to me.
I closed my eyes to focus on the sensations. The energy between us skyrocketed, and I got wetter just from touching him.
This is why everybody makes such a big deal about sex.
'Cause it's the bomb.
God, everything was magnified and thrilling: the feel of that hard shaft, like steel under silk, the pumping motion of us moving together, and the sounds of his panting getting louder and louder, shorter and raspier with each intake of breath. It gave me a pleasure that made me giddy, far more sparkling than last night's warm champagne.
A hundred times better.
I rested my head on his chest. Even though my eyes were closed, I pictured how he must look. Then I thought of how magnificently feral he must look when he's in Melody's. I pictured him, standing with his legs apart, his cock in some girl's mouth, his head thrown back in ecstasy.
He arched up into our hands.
Our hands slid over that hard hammer, and although he was setting the course, I felt like I was driving.
Taking the corners at 100 miles an hour.
I moaned, soft little squeals of joy that sounded both innocent and full of heat.
I opened my eyes to look at our joint motion; it was so strange and new, but it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. His thigh muscles bowed up tightly, as if he were under great strain and going to snap.
He removed his hand, and I kept going. It was weird the way the skin could slide under my hand, but I liked it. I really liked it.
Jean-Luc stopped me.
"What?" I said.
He took my hand and put it so my finger and thumb were a ring around the base of his cock. Then he squeezed my fingers into him really hard.
"This will stop someone, if you need to slow them down," he said.
Huh?
"Why would I want to stop someone?" I asked.
He looked at me.
"I mean, like now. Why would I want to stop you?"
"Just, you know, for pacing," Jean-Luc said. "Because what you've done so far is fantastic, and I'm not going to be able to hold on much longer."
"So?"
"So, I wanted to stop for a second. Give you a chance to do something different if there's anything else you'd like to do."
Huh? Oh. Um.
My expression must have been priceless, because Jean-Luc smile at me was filled with self-depreciating humor.
"You drive me nuts, Marcy. I just wanted to give you the chance to get what you want, and drive me nuts any way you wanted to before I... combust."
Oh.
He pried my hand off his cock and stroked himself, very slowly. "But I'm not giving you suggestions, or saying or implying anything, one way or another." He put both his hands behind his head. "I just wanted to show you how to slow me down for a minute. It's your ball game, love."
"You mean, is there anything else I want to do?" I asked.
"I mean, yeah, do anything you want, or nothing at all. It's up to you. I'm patient."
I lightly caressed the underside of his cock, which was lying proud and hard on his belly. "You don't look patient," I said.
"Okay. I'm on fire. I'm dying. I'm not patient. But I'm willing to make myself patient, so you have the opportunity to do whatever you want to do."
He meant a blow job, didn't he? I stared at him.
"I don't have an agenda here, Marcy. I'm just waiting for instructions."
"There is one more thing I want to try," I said.
He took in an excited gasp of breath and his tongue darted out slightly as he just barely licked his lips. "What?" he rasped.
"This," I said. I planted a kiss low on his belly. Then I opened my mouth wide and took his whole cock into my mouth.
Yaargh. It pushed way down into my throat, and I started to gag. I'm going to throw up on him!
"Whoa, whoa, baby." Jean-Luc pulled me off him by pushing on my shoulder. "Don't try and take the whole thing down at once like that." He took my hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock. "Only go down to your hand."
I flushed red. I was embarrassed. I should know stuff like this, right? Oh. Or maybe not. That's why I was here with Jean-Luc teaching me.
"Slowly, sweetheart."
"But... aren't I supposed to take it all the way down, or I'm no good at it?"
He shrugged. "For me most of the sensitivity is in the head anyway."
I let go of him and jumped up off the bed. I paced, looking down at the floor as I frowned and mumbled to myself. My confidence plummeted. I can't even do this right? My first blow job, and I messed it up.
I looked up.
Jean-Luc was staring at me. His eyes dilated, and he licked his lips again. I looked down. My robe was still open. How could I feel anything other than totally sexy when he looks at me like that? I guess I didn't have to have huge bazingas to turn Jean-Luc on. Maybe I was all right even when I was doing things all wrong. Maybe I wasn't as bad at this as I thought.
"Want me to try again?" I asked.
"Only if you want to," he said.
"I really, really want to," I said.
"Well, I wouldn't want to prevent you from licking the lollipop if you were in a candy mood."
"Oh, boy am I ever," I said.
So much for shy.
I came back to bed and wrapped my hand around the bottom of his shaft the way he taught me. I thought about it. It's like a kiss, right? I looked into his eyes. I looked down at his cock. I looked back into his eyes. What I saw there shocked me: complete trust; total want; love.
"You don't have to, Marcy," Jean-Luc said. "But if you want to know if I want you to? Yes. I want you to."
I slowly went down over him, bobbing up and down to my hand.
He groaned. "Oh God. That's so good. Now move your hand up and down with your— Oh fuck, yeah, just like that."
I tightened my mouth and hand around him, and I got lost in the rhythm. There was something amazing about having him inside me.
"I'm—"
He pushed me off him. He stroked himself once and came on his stomach. He looked at me sheepishly.
"I didn't know if you wanted me to come in your mouth for your first time."
Come in my mouth??!!! Yikes. In the romance novels they never say things that way. I mean, I knew people did that, but whoa. There's something to think about.
I blinked.
"Would you get me a wet washcloth, sweetheart?"
I blinked again.
I reached out and put the tip of my finger in the wetness on his belly. Slowly brought it to my mouth. He groaned. It tasted wet and salty. Like...I don't know...like canned olives and cream maybe. I liked it.
"Would you drink it down next time? Like you're taking some of me in you?" he asked.
"Ah... yeah, I guess so. I'll try anything once. Would you like that?"
He looked at me, and his lids closed partially and his mouth opened. "Yeah."
"Well I'll do it then. I want to be really good at this."
He grabbed my hand. "Marcy. I don't want you to be really good at this to please me. I want you to be good at this to please you."
I stared at him.
"Get it?"
No.
"You're the girl. Do what you love, not what you think the guy will love, okay?"
Ah... okay.
"Washcloth?"
"Right," I said, and jumped up to get one.
He wiped up and looked at the clock. "Shit, I've got a meeting this morning. We've got to get going. Are you working today?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Come on, let's get dressed."
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