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Sahara

H is eyes darken, lust overtaking him, and I’m grateful for that. For a moment there, I thought he could see right through me. See that I’m just an inexperienced girl who basically has zero idea of how to please a man. Although, he sure as hell seemed to like it when I took him into my mouth. Until I had to inch back to examine his length and hardness, like he was a damn bug under a microscope.

I mean sure, I’ve seen a man’s penis before, touched it, and licked it, but I’d never brought a man to orgasm that way because it always ended in intercourse. I kind of wanted him to come in my mouth, wanted to watch his seed spurt from his slit…to know if I could actually bring a man to completion that way. That’s when I started contemplating the best way to go about that. Maybe that’s the analytical librarian in me. Or maybe it’s the woman trying to come out.

I don’t give it any more thought as he pulls me to my feet and kicks off his boxers. His arms circle me and he pulls me tight. His cock presses against my pelvis and I rub against it, more for my own benefit than his. Let’s face it. I’m with an experienced guy here and I’m taking full advantage of that. Using this moment to learn what I like and don’t like. That’s why I’m here in Boston. To discover myself, and figure out who the heck I really am. Why not figure out who I am sexually too, and who better to do it with than an experienced guy who was the first man to put his fingers in me?

He touches my chin again, lifts my face to his. “I don’t think. I know.”

I blink up at him. What were we talking about again? With a tender touch, he tucks my hair behind my ears and his smile disarms me. Wow, who knew a rough and tough hockey player could touch such tenderness.

“You asked if I’d like to be inside you,” he explains.

“Right…” I nod. “Right, I knew that.”

He grins again, and my damn heart wobbles. Don’t fall for him, Sahara.

Ha!

What a freaking joke. I can go right ahead kid myself all I want, saying I forgot about him when I went off to college but I think we all know the truth. I’ve always compared every man’s touch to his. So maybe, just maybe after tonight, I’ll be over that. Hopefully, he’ll be terrible at sex, leaving me hot, achy and needy, and completely unfilled. Yeah, running for my toys to finish the job might be the perfect thing to help me get over him.

He backs me up toward the bed, his hand between my legs touching, reading me again, and as his deft fingers stroke me deep, I nearly orgasm again.

Okay, I don’t think bad sex is going to happen. Dammit.

He puts his hands on my waist and tugs until I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. “You want me inside you?” With his cock inches from my face, I focus in on his crown, the precum dripping and I nod. “Good.” He gestures with a tip of his chin. “Why don’t you get on that bed, and spread your legs for me.”

It’s happening.

As I move to the center of the bed, putting a pillow that has his scent all over it under my head, he reaches into his nightstand and retrieves a condom. Before he puts it on, he takes his cock in his hand and strokes himself and I try not to stare in awe, like I just watched a shuttle land on Mars. He grins, and it’s clear at times that I’m an easy read for him. I snap my mouth shut, trying to reel my emotions in and pretend I do this sort of thing all the time.

His gaze moves over my body as he bites into the foil wrapper and rolls the condom over his long thick length. He sheathes himself with an expertise I’ve never before experienced as he climbs on top, pressing me into the mattress with his big, hard body.

My hands instantly go around his back and it’s crazy how much I like touching him, exploring his hard muscles and tight skin. He might think my touches are for him—yes, I paid attention, learning how he likes to be caressed. While that’s half true, let’s face it, I’m being a little selfish here. I’m a girl on a mission to discover who she really is.

His mouth finds mine for a deep kiss, and I shift, anxious for him to be inside me. He groans, reaches between our bodies and positions his cock at my entrance. His eyes meet mine, and he must see the need. In one thrust, he’s deep inside me, and as he pushes in, it draws out a long moan of pleasure from my lungs.

“Fuck, Sahara. You feel good.”

I run my hands over his body, wanting his mouth back on mine. He kisses me again, and then his lips move to my nose, my forehead and my cheeks. It’s kind of adorable, really. He begins to move, sliding in and out of me and I wrap my legs around his back and tug him in.

Look at that. I was right after all. He really is bad at this.

Not.

Unfortunately.

He shifts his body for deeper thrusts, and his breathing changes. Moisture breaks out on my skin as each downward thrust stimulates my clit and my eyes roll back as I concentrate on all the points of pleasure.

Actually, everything about this feels so incredible, I can’t believe this is what I’ve been missing out on. Yeah, I really should have slept my way through the phone book back in college, although something tells me, nothing would have ever felt this good.

“You good, babe?” he asks and that’s when I realize I went quiet for a moment.

I lightly scratch at his back and he sucks in a breath. “I’m really good.”

“Yeah, me too.”

He fucks me in this position for a few minutes, and his face twists, like he’s in total agony. He taps my legs. “Let’s flip you over. Up on your hands and knees.”

Oh my…

I stare at him in utter shock and he angles his head, his gaze searching my face. Because I don’t want him to figure out I’m inexperienced, I say in my best seductive voice, that probably sounds like an octopus on red bull, “I was actually thinking something else.”

“Oh?” He grins as his brows spike up, and it’s clear I’ve got his interest.

In a move that actually takes me by surprise, I push him and he rolls, while I follow him along with his cock still inside me.

“Babe,” he murmurs, his hands gripping my hips as I straddle him. “I like the way you think.”

I’ve never been on top of a man before, and I kind of like this power pose. Doing what feels natural, I grind against him, and move my hips forward and back. Judging by the tortured sounds in his throat and the way his face is twisting up, he likes this too.

“Jesus, Sahara.”

I press my knees into the mattress and lift myself up, only to drop down again and he hits so hard and so deep, a gasp catches in my throat and my whole body quivers.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunts as I continue the movement until my legs grow tired. “Let me help.”

He easily moves me up and down over his cock, lifting like I weigh nothing, and I let my body go, handing myself over to him. His hips lift as he pulls me back down, and I cup my breasts, sweeping my thumbs over my nipples. His eyes go wide with pleasure—he likes it when I touch myself—and a crazy thought hits. How would this man like to watch me use my toys?

Not that that is ever going to happen. I mean I’m pretending to be a wild, experienced woman but that would be over the top.

The muscles in his jaw ripple as he half lifts himself from the pillow. His shoulders tense, and he moves me up and down faster, pulling me forward a bit to hit my clit just right.

“Kalen,” I burst out, shocked that another orgasm is pulling at me. One orgasm—with a man—is unheard of, yet here I am, about to have my second.

I toss my head back and my muscles squeeze around his cock, liquid heat flooding my channel and trickling down my thighs. I begin to chant his name like he’s some divine spirit who deserves praise and admiration—and I’m the sacrificial offering. I guess I did offer my body up to him, and damn did he ever do all the right things with it.

He grips my hips, tugs me down, and holds me to him as he releases high inside me. His cock pulses and I bite back a gasp as each throb ripples through me. I’ve never felt anything quite like that before. What would it be like to have his seed spill inside me?

Another thing that is never going to happen.

I lean over his body, collapsing on top of him, my small breasts crushed against his hard chest. I revel in the feel of his moist skin next to my nakedness, and warmth rushes through my blood as he puts his arms around me, and kisses the top of my head. Jeez, when he does adorable things like that it really messes with me.

“You good?” he whispers, his voice low, sated, and so very sexy.

“As long as I don’t have to walk anytime soon,” I joke, needing to lighten the mood.

“Sorry, I should have taken over sooner.” He lets out a laugh. “I was just so caught up in watching you fuck me, Sahara. I lost my ability to think clearly.”

I, Darien Lewis, made Kalen Coolidge lose all ability to think…

What the what?

Trying to keep the giddiness from my voice I point out, “Plus, no blood in your brain.”

“Truth. But seriously, Sahara.” He touches my face with soft hands. “That was…you are fantastic.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I shoot back because there’s a seriousness in his eyes that might be messing with my brain.

I roll off him and he winces as I move to the side of the bed, debating my next move. Do I snuggle in, or bolt?

Which do you want, girlfriend?

He throws his legs over the bed and discards the condom. He wraps it in tissue and drops it in the garbage and it’s weird how intimate this all feels. Good God, I need to get out more.

He turns back to me, and he must sense I’m ready to bolt. “Just one second.” I watch him as he walks to the ensuite, completely naked, completely comfortable in his own skin. Water runs and a second later he comes back, running a damp cloth over his cock. Oh, okay, he’s washing himself up. That’s a new experience for me.

He sets the washcloth onto his nightstand and crawls back between my legs. What the heck is going on? He spreads me and that’s when I realize he has another washcloth in his hand. Heat races through my blood as he gently presses the soft, warm cotton to my sex, ever so gently washing me clean.

Yeah, okay…this is different…and amazing.

I try not to react to his thoughtfulness, try to pretend I’m used to a man caring for me after sex, when really, it’s me caring for myself with my battery-operated boyfriend.

“Feel good?” he asks, and that’s when I realize I’m moaning.

“Yes, thank you.”

He grins, and once I’m clean, he sets the cloth on the nightstand with his, and crawls in beside me. I glance at him, then stare at the closed door, my brain on overdrive as I figure out my next move. His hand lands on my arm, like a predator sensing its prey is about to bolt.

His head is angled, his eyes full of questions as he zeroes in on me. “What is it that you don’t usually…

My sluggish brain takes a second to catch up and when it finally does unease floods my body. I said those words…right after I had an orgasm. What was I thinking? I almost laugh out loud. Thinking? I wasn’t thinking, I was too lost in euphoria to know what I was doing.

I give a fast shake of my head and pluck at the bedding. “Oh…nothing.”

He shakes his head, not believing me. “Not nothing.”

I sit up, press my back to the headboard. “Fine, then, I can’t tell you that.”

He gives my arm a squeeze and adjusts a pillow behind his back, mimicking my position. “No worries, you don’t have to. I just thought it might be something you wanted to talk about.” He crinkles his cute nose. “You did start down a path…”

“It’s embarrassing, Kalen.”

“I’ve been inside you, Sahara, and we share a secret already, remember?”

How could I not remember?

I think about the fact that I called him beautiful and that we’d keep that a secret. Honestly, I had no idea what I was saying in the moment, and I can’t tell him that I don’t usually climax with a partner. Not that I’ve had many, but I did do some experimenting in college. If you call three minutes with Tristan Haney in the back seat of his car experimenting or three and a half minutes with Jeramiah Godfrey behind the bleachers after a hockey game. Oh, and there was that one messy time with Levi Jessome. Just…no.

I really wish I had done more. Maybe even had done it a time or two in an actual bed. Although I kind of like that Kalen was my first real between the sheets experience. Ugh. I need to stop thinking like that. I’m once again kicking myself for not sleeping my way through the phone book at college. Maybe that way I wouldn’t always be thinking about what happened in that library closet. Cripes, the man only touched me with his fingers, yet it’s stayed with me for all these years and now, whenever I have a man’s hands on my body, I compare them to that night.

Oh, but now I’ll be comparing everything to what just happened here…

So much for bad sex getting him out of my system.

What the hell was I thinking? I should have just told him I’d wandered into the wrong room.

Ah, but then your pussy wouldn’t be sated and still smoking like a fired gun. Not that a smoking pussy is a real thing. I glance down. Ohmigod, I can’t believe I just glanced down to check.

He’s watching me carefully. Can he hear my brain racing? Jeez, probably. But I can’t tell him what I mean. He thinks I’m that vivacious, outgoing woman from the play. What would he think if he knew I used toys to get off. Would he think there’s something wrong with me? Or maybe he’d think that no man could do it for me because I’m a needy girl who demands more than a quick wham bam.

What he would think is that you’re a woman who knows what she needs.

Hmmm?

I square my shoulders. Here goes nothing. “I just…don’t usually come without…”

He cocks his head, his movements easy as he pulls the blankets up to cover me from the hips down. “Without what?”

I cover my face with my hands as heat rushes to my cheeks. As I begin to chicken out, I blurt out, “Maybe this is TMI.”

“Nope.” He pulls my hands from my face and I expect him to be laughing, or at least grinning as I try not to embarrass myself, but he’s not. There’s a deep sincerity about him and it curls around my heart, and does the strangest things to my brain.

I blink repeatedly, as he continues to watch me. “Fine. I don’t usually reach climax without my toys.” I throw my hands up and let them land on either side of my hips. “Are you happy now?”

He frowns. “Actually, no, I’m not. I’m sad about that for you.”

What the…what the what?

He pauses, as though searching for the right words and something about him, about this conversation feels very real and personal. Intimate. Even after what we just did. “I’m happy that I was able to do that for you, Sahara.” I stare at him, a little shocked by his sincerity, and openness. His brow lifts, real curiosity in his eyes. “Why do you think you were able to orgasm with me?”

I worked to swallow the lump punching into my throat. Oh, because you’ve been the man of my dreams and fantasies for far too long now. I bite back a snarky laugh, because I sure as hell can’t tell him that. He has no idea who I am, and I want it to stay that way. Heck, no one paid any attention to that quiet, awkward girl in high school, and he’d probably tell her to go fly a kite in a lightning storm, not do delicious things to her in his bed.

Do you really think that, Sahara?

No, not after tonight, but he had nothing to do with me all those years ago, and I’ll never, ever forget the tortured, almost mortified moan in his throat when I ran from the closet, right after he realized he wasn’t in there with Juliette. Thank God, he never figured out who he was touching intimately that night.

“I don’t know, Kalen,” I begin, playing it off because this is getting far too serious. “I guess you have the magic touch.”

He holds his hands up and examines his fingers. His gaze moves back to my face and he offers me a devastating grin that warms me from the inside out. “Who knew?”

I knew.

His rough palm lands on my stomach, and his thumb brushes the sensitive flesh near my belly button. He wags his brows playfully, lightening the mood in the room. “You know what I think?”

I’m not sure I want to know, but answer anyway. “No, what?”

“That you haven’t been with the right guys. That they never took the time to figure out what you needed.”

“True,” I agree.

“With a toy, you’re able to touch yourself the way you like.” He goes thoughtful for a second. “It’s important to know what you want.”

Oh God, now we’re talking about masturbation. What is happening to my life? I just met this man, sort of, and now after incredible sex, we’re talking about me touching myself. Although I must say when he took his cock into his hands…holy!

He shifts on the bed, moving closer. “Why didn’t you tell them what you liked?”

Because I’m not that girl. “I didn’t think it would have mattered.”

“Ah.” He nods, like he knows exactly what I’m talking about. “Selfish assholes. Care only about getting themselves off.” He snorts out a humorless laugh. “I know guys like that.” His smile is full of warmth as he moves his hand higher and sweeps his thumb over the outer edge of my breast. “There’s a few of them on the team.”

As my body heats up again, I work to speak. “I’m done with assholes.”

“Then maybe we can keep doing this.” He touches the blanket just above my waist, and rubs it between the rough pad of his fingers. “Do you think that’s something you might like,” he asks, like we’re still playing a sex game. “You telling me everything you might need, or letting me discover it on my own. You think it’s a good idea?”

Yes and yes and yes. Oh wait, was there only two things he was asking?

I gulp, pretty sure nothing good can come from this. I mean, orgasms can come from this, and that’s good, but I’ve been hooked on this guy for a long time, and I don’t want to get in any deeper.

I take a deep breath and as I let it out, I blurt, “I don’t want to have sex again.”

Girl, what the hell are you doing?

Shut up, vagina!

Also, just to clarify this to myself, I do want to have sex again. We just shouldn’t.

He arches a brow, his gaze not quite so steady on my face before he drops it. “Yeah, no. I get it. You’re right.” He nods a couple times. “We shouldn’t do this again.”

What the ever-loving hell is going on? I don’t know, but I just had sex with the man I’ve been pining over for years, and he’s asking for more, and I feel like I need to make a run for it.

“Taylor,” I say quickly. “We’re friends. She’s my one and only friend in town, actually. I don’t want to mess that up. I’m sure you can understand that.”

“Right. Absolutely.”

“Okay, so no more sex.” I steal a fast glance at his closed door. “I should probably get back to my bed.” I push the blankets off and before I can stand, he touches my hand. My gaze flashes back to him.

“For the record, you now have two friends in town, Sahara.”

I smile as my heart squeezes tight. “Yes, I have two friends,” I agree quietly, my stupid heart swelling at his sweetness.

“Actually, make it three.” I arch a brow and he explains, “Elias.” I grin and he lets my hand go. “Are you still coming to the game?”

“I told Taylor I would, so yes.”

“A woman who keeps her word. I like that.”

More like a woman who has been pretending to be something she’s not. How would he feel about that? Not that I’m ever going to find that answer out because come tomorrow, I’m gone.

I gather up my pajamas and feel his eyes on me as I slip into them. I try to keep my legs steady as I walk to the door. Unable to help myself I glance at him over my shoulder and he grins, like it was a sign he’d been waiting for.

“Later, Sahara.”

Oh God, why is he saying it like this isn’t over—and we both know it.