Bonham (Pushing Daisies Book 3) by Heather Young-Nichols (the little red hen read aloud txt) 📗

“This is a great room,” she told me, then she got a little devilish grin on her face. “I wonder what your bed feels like.”

Before I could form a response, she trotted over and flung herself in the middle of the mattress. Fuck, she looked good in my bed. I stalked over then climbed on top of her.

“You’re teasing me,” I growled.

She shrugged and looked innocently up at me. “That’s on you. It’s only teasing if I don’t go through with it.”

I groaned and dropped my forehead to her chest. “I want you so fucking bad, I can taste it. Taste you from last night. But I’m going to be a weenie here and say that I’d rather wait until Monday night when we don’t have anyone else in the apartment.”

Her fingers ran gently through my hair. “I don’t think that makes you a weenie. I’m the one saddling you with the extra burden a virgin brings.”

Running my nose along her jaw, I very seriously told her, “That is not a burden.”

It wasn’t. I wasn’t jonesing for a virgin the way some guys did. The way they saw it as a great conquest. No. It wasn’t virginity I was after. It was her virginity I wanted. Only because she was one. If she’d have told me that she’d fucked every guy she’d ever met, I would’ve hated those fuckers because they’d been with her when I hadn’t, but I would’ve wanted her just the same.

Instead, I spent some time working her up into a frenzy again. This time, I got to remove her shorts instead of just feeling round inside of them. Her shirt was pushed up over her breasts, which were free to the air due to a fantastic white lacey front clasp bra. I’d nipped those nipples and sucked on that tender skin.

But the shorts and panties came off. Getting my first look between Jurnie’s legs was something I’d never forget. I didn’t look long. My mouth was already watering to get on her. I licked and sucked and did all of the tricks I’d learned over the years to bring her to the point I had in the car.

It would’ve been easy to say fuck it and grab a condom, but Jurnie had never done any of this and I wouldn’t take that experience away from her.

I flung over onto my back as we both breathed heavily into the room air. There was only a bedside lamp on to give us light and it was all we needed. She pulled her shirt down and rested her hand on her stomach, but I noticed she didn’t try to find her shorts, which I’d flung somewhere into the room.

“That was…” she started. “I’d heard people say that was amazing, but that was amazing.”

“Thank you,” I said as if she’d meant it as a compliment. That got me a slap to the arm.

Jurnie shot up so quickly that I thought something was wrong. But she climbed onto her knees next to me and wet her lips.

“Your turn,” she told me and at first, I didn’t know what she meant. Then she raised her eyebrows and I totally fucking knew. Almost blew it in my jeans right there.

“You don’t have to.”

She rolled her eyes. “I know I don’t have to and I can guarantee it won’t be the best one you’ve ever had. But I have to learn sometime, right? And I’d really like that to be with you.”

This Jurnie wasn’t shy at all. Not even a little bit. She knew what she wanted to do and was asking for it. Who was I to say no?

“If you insist,” I told her as I hopped off the bed. She watched me remove my jeans and boxers with her bottom lip between her teeth. Fuck. She looked so innocent as she scooted over to the edge. I was tall enough that even with her on her knees with her ass between her feet, my cock was level with her face.

“What do I do?” she asked, not looking up at me.

“What do you want to do?” That was when she looked up with narrowed eyes. OK. She didn’t want to say it. “Touch it. Get a feel for it.”

With tentative fingers, she wrapped her hand around my impossibly hard erection. I didn’t think I’d ever been this hard before. It was like setting new records every day. I wrapped my hand around her to show her how to stroke me. Within seconds, I left her to her own devices.

Before I could give any further direction, she leaned down and kissed the head. Those soft lips were heaven on my cock. Then she licked me. Fuck. At this pace, I was in trouble. I was going to spew all over her face before she got me in her mouth. That was my fear, though. I took a deep breath and tried to think of other things, but that was impossible. All I could think about was her with her hand on my dick and her lips so close, a quick buck of my hips would put me in her mouth.

“You have to help me,” she said quietly. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Definitely.”

One more time, she wet her lips then wrapped them around me. At first I couldn’t have spoken if I wanted to. But then she tapped my thigh and grunted.

“Right. Sorry. That feels so fucking good.” I cleared my throat. “Use your tongue. Flatten it and drag it up as you go.” She did and my knees went weak. This was tougher than I thought it would be. “Run it along the ridge under the head.” That was when I thought I was going to pass out.

It was something about Jurnie that made it so good. Was it technically the best head I’d ever gotten? No. Not yet. But I couldn’t remember the best because my mind was taken up by