Virgin Seeks Bad-Ass Boy Page 2

  Although she’d mentioned an interest in the darker side of sex, she still might come to regret not choosing a tender-touch, soft-words kind of guy. But he’d warned her. Once he got through with Ali, she would be far from the virginal woman who stood before him now.

  Alice’s pulse raced, and her breath caught in her throat. He wanted her to stay. Yes.

  She nodded, unable to voice her assent aloud. She’d probably stutter like an idiot. Her fantasy, and with her fantasy lover, was about to become a reality.

  “I won’t be long.” Caleb turned and went back into the garage.

  She stood there staring toward the door, not sure what to do with herself. “I can’t believe this is actually happening,” she whispered, then giggled as her nerves bubbled to the surface. Good nerves, of anticipation. A few minutes later she heard the garage door come down and the back door open.

  “Make yourself comfortable,” Caleb called out, then disappeared into what she assumed was his bedroom.

  Feeling more than a little out of place, she gingerly sat on his brown leather couch and put her hands between her knees. Finally, sex.

  She hoped not to be disappointed. Though she couldn’t imagine that happening with Caleb. She knew women who hated sex and others who loved it. She wanted to be in the “love it” category. She masturbated but never penetrated herself. All her touching was clitoral, and she’d never had much of a climax. With Caleb, she hoped for a highly satisfying experience. Hell, she wanted more than highly satisfying. She wanted to shake and scream out from the pleasure.

  She glanced toward the window. It would be dark soon. Would he want to just get it over with or would he take her out on a date first? Her heart beat heavily in her chest. She didn’t know if she could survive a date, knowing what would happen afterward.

  Vaguely, she registered that his house appeared neat and a lot cleaner than she’d expected for a guy on his own. She liked that. A pleasant odor even drifted through the air—vanilla. She scooted back on the couch cushion. After a moment, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, trying to relax as best she could.

  Waiting was never her strong suit. Waiting for sex, well, talk about stress!

  Another nervous giggle threatened, but she squashed it. She wondered how she’d feel about her decision to do this after the weekend was over…

  Chapter Two

  “Ali?”

  Her eyes fluttered open. It seemed as if only a moment had passed, but she noticed the first shadows of dusk through the window. She must have fallen asleep.

  Caleb stood in front of her, his hair moist from a shower. Wrapped around his waist, he wore a deep green bath towel, the exact color of his eyes, and nothing more. Major hunk alert! His bare chest, so broad and strong, made her feel very feminine all of a sudden.

  He held out his hand. “Are you ready?” He smiled slightly. “Or have you come to your senses and changed your mind?”

  Tremors racked her body. She wasn’t sure her legs would even support her. Sexual excitement rushed through her, making her skin tingle. “I haven’t changed my mind, Caleb. I’m ready.” No way was she passing up the opportunity to feel his body against hers, inside hers.

  Apparently he just wanted to get on with it, which was fine with her. She liked that he had cared enough about her feelings to shower first. She slowly stood, taking his hand to steady herself.

  His warm, strong fingers closed around hers, making her feel safe and secure. But when she met his gaze, the hungry look in his eyes made her feel anything but safe.

  “You sure you don’t want to take some time to re-think this and maybe wait for a guy who’s ready to give you a commitment, Ali?”

  He must have seen the nervousness in her gaze, felt the trembling in her hand, to give her yet another opportunity to run. “I’m sure. I’ve already spent too much time thinking and waiting.” And that was the truth. Now that he’d agreed, she didn’t intend to let Caleb get away from her.

  “All right. Just remember, you asked for this.”

  The tone in his voice gave her a moment’s pause and her step faltered. She wondered if his bedroom would be all leather, filled with whips and blindfolds and sex toys. He’d said he liked kink. He might have erotic art on the walls, a mirror on the ceiling, sex-enhancing drugs on hand. She swallowed hard. No telling what he was leading her into. She raised her chin, prepared to face whatever erotic experiences he had in mind for a definite night to remember.

  He showed her into a dimly lit bedroom. A massive king-sized bed with a mirrored headboard took up most of the room. Black covers were neatly turned down to reveal beige sheets. Green candles flickered atop the dresser. Soft music wafted in the background, barely audible. Not some dark den of lust as she’d imagined. He’d made the room romantic for her. The thoughtful gesture tugged at her heart. “Oh, Caleb.”

  “Is the room okay?”

  He was being so nice, so gentle, that she felt like crying. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

  “The first time should be special.”

  The smile that crossed his face warmed her trembling limbs. He’d gone through more preparation than she’d expected from him. Her motorcycle-riding bad boy possessed a tender heart, just as she’d always suspected.

  “I-I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” The words popped out, and she suddenly wished she could take them back. They made her sound naïve, which she really wasn’t, just inexperienced. She knew that planning her deflowering—geez, she hated that term—would kill the spontaneity and probably a lot of the passion, but it had been the only way to get the man she wanted.

  Caleb looked into her eyes. “Do you trust me?”

  She let her gaze lock with his, and she realized that she truly did trust him to give her a great sexual experience. “Yes.”

  “You shouldn’t,” he whispered.

  At his warning, her pulse raced. Had she gotten in over her head here for her first time? She was trusting a man she really didn’t know to take her virginity. But at the same time, she’d never felt so turned on. Yes, Caleb was worth the risk.

  He pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers brushed her neck, and his thumb eased across her bottom lip. “May I kiss you?”

  That he had asked permission surprised her and just endeared him more in her heart. She nodded and wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, grazing along the same path his thumb had taken. When his eyes darkened, her heart pounded so hard it hurt. She wondered what he was feeling. Lust? Excitement? Deep longing? She certainly felt all those things.

  Caleb leaned down and brushed his lips across hers. Gently. Barely connecting. Only their mouths touched, and when he pulled back, instead of deepening the kiss as she’d expected, she moaned her disappointment.

  “I love your soft moans.” His hand slid around the back of her neck, holding her in place. “Let’s see how many of those I can coax out of you.” He glanced down her body. Her pulse raced faster and perspiration gathered under her hairline. She felt as if he saw right through her clothing.

  His fingers toyed with the top button of her blouse. “I love breasts like yours, Ali. A mouthful and more. I’m going to suck your nipples until you beg me to shove my cock into your pussy and fuck you hard.”

  Her breath caught. The image of his mouth on her breasts and his cock inside her, torturing her with exquisite delight, almost made her come right there. “Yes,” she replied, barely above a whisper.

  One button at a time popped open under his fingers. She was amazed at how expertly he worked as he held her steady, his other hand still behind her neck. If she hadn’t looked down, she wouldn’t even have felt him undressing her.

  He released her neck and stepped behind her, slowly sliding the orchid-colored, long-sleeved blouse down her shoulders. His fingers skimmed her bare flesh, causing her to sigh. She was glad she’d worn her sexiest bra and panties. The pink lace against her pale skin and light-brown hair looked enticing, even to her. She hoped Caleb like
d the garments.

  His finger slid under one bra strap. “Pretty. Did you wear this for me?”

  “Yes.”

  He turned her around and his fingers brushed across her lace-covered nipples.

  “Oh.” She felt his touch like a hot spark right through the fabric. If that small brush of her breasts affected her like no man or fantasy she’d ever experienced, she didn’t know how she’d withstand the intensity of his touch when he purposely tried to arouse her.

  Caleb leaned in, and his warm breath tickled her neck. He didn’t kiss her, just hovered close. His nearness, and soft nuzzling, had her completely under his spell. She moaned softly.

  “So sexy, Ali. I’m going to lick you all over, baby.”

  She practically melted at his feet. He touched the front clasp of her bra, and in the next instant, her breasts spilled out. She saw his throat work as he swallowed hard.

  “Ali.” He dropped the lace garment to the floor, “you’re beautiful. Such sexy breasts with rosy nipples that any man would kill to suck.”

  She felt a blush creep up her neck. Damn. She never blushed. His words made her crazy with physical need. “Touch me, Caleb,” she whispered, her tone close to pleading.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He smiled. “My pleasure.”

  She expected his hands to cover her breasts first, him to maybe tweak her nipples with his fingers. Instead, he leaned down and swiped his tongue across one hard bud. Oh, my! She grasped his shoulders.

  “Ah, you like that.”

  “Yes!” The texture and moistness of his tongue dragging across her ultra-sensitive nipple felt incredible and sent a thrill right down to her toes.

  “Come here. I want to up the intensity level.” He took her hand and led her over to the bed. He sat down and drew her into his lap, holding her close. He thumbed her moist nipple. “You’re going to feel this all the way down to your cunt, baby.” He leaned her back and lowered his head to suck the nipple into his mouth.

  Ali’s fingers clung to his hair. “Oh, Caleb.” She did feel his sucking all the way down to her pussy, as if he were stimulating her clit at the same time. He was so right. The words “Fuck me, Caleb!” perched right on the tip of her tongue, ready to spill out.

  He sucked and licked until she trembled and felt on the edge of something more powerful than she’d ever experienced. Yes! After a particularly delightful swirl of his tongue, Caleb raised his head.

  No, damn it! She’d been so close to what felt like a massive orgasm. “Don’t stop!”

  “I decide tonight. Not you.” He laid her fully on the bed then stood up and dropped his towel.

  A gasp escaped her before she could stop it. Completely naked now, the whole picture of his well-toned body struck her. Caleb was indeed a woman’s dream. Strong, muscular but not overly muscle-bound. Perfect. The light dusting of dark hair that covered his chest narrowed to a thin line leading down to his cock, which held her undivided attention.

  Long, hard, thick. She doubted she’d be able to get her fingers completely around the shaft. The ridges and slight curve of his cock fascinated her. The purplish-red head, much larger than she’d expected, made her body flush and flooded her with desire. She couldn’t help but wonder what that tip tasted like. She reached out. “I want to touch you.” That impressive cock soon would be inside her—thrusting, pumping, filling her up.

  “Not yet. Open your pants for me, Ali. Now.”

  She gulped at his near order but complied. With shaky fingers, she reached down and undid her belt, popped the button on her pants and then slowly lowered the zipper.

  “Watching a woman undress always gets me hot. Faster. Show me how eager you are for my cock.”

  When she fumbled, her fingers not cooperating very well, he stepped forward and pulled her pants and hose off, leaving only her pink lace panties. She gasped at the abrupt move. He probably thought she was about to change her mind. Little did he know.

  “There’s no turning back now, Ali.”

  At his in-charge manner and tone of his voice, her pussy flooded with moisture and she nodded. Oh, how I want this!

  Her mouth dropped open when he turned to fold her clothing, her blouse and bra included, and placed them on the dresser, well away from the candles. Only when she saw the small smile on his face did she realize he’d done the folding on purpose to stall…to drive her crazy from the waiting and to extend the anticipation.

  Finally, he returned to the bed, the look on his face all serious once more. She felt so decadent, lying on the mattress almost completely naked, with him staring down at her, his eyes filled with fire, raking her body one slow inch at a time.

  Caleb stretched out beside her and glided his palm over her abdomen. His fingers eased under the top band of her panties.

  She gulped.

  But he went no farther. He stared into her eyes. “You’re gorgeous. Why have you waited so long to have sex?”

  Gorgeous. He sure knew how to make a woman feel good. Her clit throbbed. She needed his intimate touch. Her hips rose slightly of their own volition.

  “Tell me.” His fingers slid lower but not low enough to satisfy her need.

  Looking deeply into his sexy, green eyes, she felt mesmerized. “I never wanted to settle, simply to have someone in my life…in my bed.”

  “Well, I am impressed by your control. Tonight it ends. I’m going to make you need sex from now on, Ali. Crave it more than you ever thought possible.” He kissed her lips, and his fingers massaged the skin just above the hairline of her pussy. When she opened her mouth, his tongue entered, exploring and tasting.

  Oh, yes. Her nails grazed his chest, and she felt him shudder. She liked that she could affect him physically.

  His fingers teased her, moving back and forth along her skin. Caleb slid down her body and placed soft kisses between her breasts. His tongue swiped one nipple then the other, making her arch beneath him. His hand slid down another couple of inches, and his fingers tangled in her pussy hair.

  “Oh, Caleb, yes.” He had the best tongue, the best touch.

  He sucked a nipple into his mouth and drew hard.

  Ali jerked. “Caleb! Oh!” Her hips moved, trying to force his fingers inside her pussy. When he nibbled on the hard bud in his mouth and then bit down gently, she almost lost it. “Please! I need more, Caleb. Please. Fuck me! Fuck me right now!”

  He nibbled down her ribs to her stomach, causing waves of pleasure to roll through her. He licked at her navel, then lower.

  Sensations exploded everywhere he touched her. If she’d known it would be this intense, she’d have approached him much sooner.

  He slowly withdrew his fingers.

  No! She grabbed at him.

  He forced her hands to her breasts. “Play with your nipples. Pinch them.”

  She swallowed hard but did as he told her, sending a thrill down her body. Oh, this was so hot!

  The fingers of both his hands curled inside the elastic of her panties, and he dragged them down her legs. She’d waxed her bikini line and trimmed her curls for a neat, sexy look. Now completely naked, completely vulnerable, she didn’t move, hoping he liked what he saw.

  He stared down at her. When he finally spoke, his voice sounded scratchy and raw. “You’re staying the night, Ali. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

  Her whole body throbbed at his words. “I’m not going anywhere. Remember, I’m paying for the weekend.”

  His eyes darkened as he met her stare. “I don’t want your money. I won’t take it. I want you. You, I intend to take. Over and over again until you beg me to stop.”

  All she managed to do was gulp and nod in response. She couldn’t imagine ever wanting him to stop.

  “You prepared yourself for me, didn’t you?” He petted her pussy, stroking her softly. “I like that. So sexy. So silky.”

  Her body ached for him, for his cock. She needed penetration.

  “Spread your legs, Ali. Let me inside your cunt.” He leaned
over and his lips came down on hers again. His tongue entered her mouth, mirroring the movement that she’d craved for so long in more intimate places. Continuing to rub and pinch her nipples, she moaned, and her legs fell open.

  Caleb took immediate advantage. His finger dipped into her, and her hips jerked at the jolt of pleasure that shook her body.

  He raised his head. “Easy, sweetheart. Real easy. We’re just getting started.”

  Chapter Three

  Caleb wanted nothing more than to fuck the hell out of Ali. He knew himself and knew he’d have a hard time holding back and not getting too rough with her. Although she seemed to get off on the idea of reckless, on-the-edge sex. “You’re going to get fucked tonight, Ali, not made love to.” He didn’t intend to sugar-coat what she’d gotten herself into or what was about to happen to her.

  “I know. That’s what I want.”

  Damn. She was so incredibly hot, and she wanted it, was practically begging for it. He felt her limbs tremble. The look in her eyes showed determination but also wariness. Her trust in him struck hard. For the first time he could remember in ages, he felt unsure of what to do with a woman.

  She curled her fingers around his upper arms. “Caleb, I want you to do it. I need you to do it.”

  Fuck. He felt the heavy beating of her heart. Its rhythm matched his own. “All right, Ali. But know that I’m not letting you out of this room until I’m through with you.”

  “O-okay.”

  After brushing her lips with a gentle kiss, he slid down her body and spread her legs. Starting softly, he placed wet kisses along her thighs. She squirmed beneath his mouth and let out little sounds of frustration and pleasure.

  Moving closer to her pussy, his tongue swiped at the skin along the way. The scent of her arousal filled him. He wanted to devour this woman. He glanced up at her and saw that her eyes were squeezed shut. “Open your eyes, Ali. Watch me lick your cunt, baby.”