From the Heart: A Valentine's Day Anthology Page 2

  Maisie pulled me down on the tiny bed until we were stretched out together, bodies pressing close. Our tongues met in a soft dance, which soon turned into an all-out wrestling match. With a tiny whimper, she pulled away and looked at me with those gorgeous baby blues. Taking my hand in hers and resting them on my chest, she looked down at our intertwined fingers, while a crimson hue stained the apples of her cheeks. I smiled, loving that I did that to her.

  "Why are you blushing, babe?" I teased, tracing the tips of my fingers across the heated skin before cupping her jaw, urging her to look at me.

  "Well, I was just wondering if you could um . . . do something for me?"

  "You know I'd do anything for you." In fact, I loved Maisie Lewis so much; I’d hang the moon for her if it was at all possible. Sure, I’d had a few dates in high school, but I’d never been particularly interested in having a girlfriend, preferring to date casually and concentrate on my studies. Maisie was the first and only girl to steal my heart.

  "I want . . . need you to . . . oh fuck it. Thomas, I want you to make me come." As soon as the words were out of that pouty little mouth of hers, my breath caught in my throat.

  "Uh, babe? Does that mean you wanna . . . ?" She shook her head.

  "Not exactly. I don't feel ready to go all the way yet, but I just figured we could start with you being be the first man to give me an orgasm." Turning her head, she planted a sweet little kiss on my palm.

  "First man?" My eyes widened.

  "I'm not telling you I'm a closet lesbian or anything, if that’s what you’re worried about. It's only ever been me on my own when it comes to the big 'O', that’s all."

  I gulped, while Little Thomas took a keen interest. The woman had no idea how crazy she always made me. I’d made no secret of the fact I often indulged in a little, or rather a lot of self-loving, especially right after our hot and heavy make-out sessions. To hear my girlfriend confess the same? That shit was hot, and made me feel good knowing she’d been left wanting more from me. The first time she’d admitted it to me; I could have come in my pants there and then. With her dark hair, pale skin, and soulful eyes, she always looked so innocent. This was a side of her I’d only caught glimpses of before.

  With her mouth by my ear, in a low, seductive voice, she whispered, "I always thought of you, though; imagined it was your fingers, even your tongue pushing inside me."

  “Jesus!”

  In an instant, I was flat on my back, Maisie straddling my hips as she undid the buttons of her shirt. I reached up and tried to help, but she grasped my hands and pushed them over my head, encouraging me to curl my fingers around the edge of the wooden headboard. I stuck my bottom lip out, ‘cause hell, I fucking loved her boobs and wanted to get my hands on them.

  "No need to pout, Mr. McDonald. Those hands of yours are going to be occupied real soon." She winked, and in that very moment, I fell in love with her a little more. My dick was more than fond of her too, with the way it was threatening to punch a hole in my jeans. It didn't take long for Maisie to be wearing nothing more than a pair of white lace panties, having just freed her breasts from the constraints of her bra. This time, she didn’t stop me from touching them.

  “Please . . .” Her tone was breathy.

  “Please what?” I looked up at her, amazed at how lucky I was.

  “Touch me. Make me feel good.” She guided my hands to her breasts, pulling her nipples between her fingers. For a moment I was frozen, transfixed by the sight of her touching herself until she spoke again, her voice more forceful this time. “Thomas, come on.”

  Her head lolled back as I began to tug at her nipples, applying the barest amount of pressure I could, knowing it was what she liked from our many sessions of fumblings. I sat up and rolled her onto her back until I was resting on my knees between her legs. Dipping my head, I took one of her rose-red peaks between my teeth and sucked hard.

  Fuelled by the noises of pleasure Maisie was making, my confidence began to grow and my hand, which had been rolling her abandoned nipple between my thumb and forefinger, descended down her body. I pulled away for a moment to gaze at her. Her darkening eyes locked onto mine; with a small nod, she gave me her silent permission to continue. Like a man possessed, I pressed my mouth to hers as my fingers came into contact with the soft, trimmed hair of her mound. I could tell Maisie was getting turned on by the way she tugged on my hair and her breathing got heavier, and the fact that I must have been doing something right sure as hell spurred me on.

  Heat radiated from her as I touched her folds for the first time. Fuck, but she was wet. I ran my fingertips along the opening of her swelling lips before finding that tiny bundle of nerves I’d been aching to touch for so long, and began circling the sweet little knot with gentle strokes.

  "Oh . . . my . . . " Maisie moaned into my mouth and thrust her hips upward, her movements eliciting more pressure. I gasped, surprised to find Maisie’s fingers had joined my own. Watching her play with herself was so damned hot, so I left her to it, instead pressing my index finger at her opening. I teased and tantalized her folds, her musky scent assaulting my senses, and she let out a low moan.

  “Feel good?”

  "God yes, but please Tom . . . you gotta . . . just do it." Her voice was huskier than I’d ever heard before.

  “Do what?” I knew what she needed, but fuck, I needed to hear her say it.

  Maisie squeezed her eyes shut and demanded, all low and breathy, “Fuck me with your fingers.”

  I leaned in close and whispered how much I loved her, then pushed my finger inside her in one swift movement. She gasped as I invaded her; the slick tightness and warmth of her making my cock grow thicker still.

  “You feel so good, babe.” I nibbled on her earlobe, while with slow, even strokes, I began to pump the long digit in and out of her body. Clutching my hair in both hands, she raised her hips in time with my movements. I added another finger and pushed upward toward her belly button, finding the roughened flesh of her g with each push. At the same time, I rubbed her swollen clit with my thumb. It took me a few strokes to find a good rhythm, but find it I did. I could feel her body grow tense, while her panting and groaning became louder. Those sweet little sounds she was making would be branded on my brain forever.

  Yes, my hard-on was pushing against my jeans so bad it hurt, and I wanted nothing more than to bury my dick inside her and never leave. But no, this wasn’t about me. This was about taking care of my girl.

  "Tom, I'm . . . gonna . . . oh my God!” Eyes fluttering and rolling, she stiffened, while her inner walls clamped onto my fingers in a wild, pulsating rhythm. I watched in wide-eyed awe as she rode out her orgasm, and with a satisfied smile, I placed a soft kiss on her mouth before I slid my fingers out and brought them to my tongue.

  Chapter Three:

  Maisie:

  A Few Months Later . . .

  I couldn’t believe tonight was the night at long last. Well, not so much that I couldn't believe I was about to lose my virginity, because at twenty-one, I was long overdue. I was more worried about the fact that once a person had sex with another person, things tended to change. And not always for the better, or so I’d been told by friends back home.

  I didn’t want anything to be different between us, and was scared shitless of that exact possibility.

  Yes, Thomas and I had . . . experimented. Done the heavy petting thing and we’d had a pretty hot time doing it, too. I just hoped that our relationship would survive after the deed was done. What if I sucked at this? What if he did? Would we stay together then? I wasn’t naive. I knew that first times could be painful and awkward even under the best of circumstances, but the thought of being a dud in bed made me more nervous than anything.

  Meeting the love of my life wasn’t something I’d expected to happen in my second year of college. Ever since starting at Arizona State, I’d focused on nothing but my studies. I wanted to be a photographer more than anything, and was on the precipice of achieving my dr
eam. But the day I met one Thomas McDonald, my entire world changed.

  I smiled as I recollected one of our more recent dates where we were watching a movie about a guy who was still a virgin well into his late thirties. We joked about being the oldest virgin couple left in the world. Laughed at how everyone around us always seemed to be humping like rabbits. It was then Tom began to kiss me, whispering in my ear how much he wanted me in that way.

  That night was so hot. Kissing in the back row of the movies was something we’d done before, but that was as far as it had ever gone. That was the time I decided I wanted more and took matters into my own hands by going without a bra. I hoped my lack of underwear was enough of a hint that I wanted him to reach under my shirt and touch my tits.

  It was the bravest thing I'd ever done. If the moans he gave out while he touched my bare skin under my shirt were any indication, Thomas had appreciated the gesture too. He’d rubbed, tweaked, and fondled my nipples before palming my boobs while he kissed my neck and talked dirty to me, his words and actions turning my body to jello. It was quite possible I could have come from that experience alone, until we were interrupted by the brightening lights.

  The fear of someone seeing us did things to me I hadn’t felt before. What if someone walked up those stairs and sat down right next to us? Then I glanced over my shoulder. Could the guy sitting at the end of the row see what we were doing? Every crackle of candy wrappers and munch of popcorn caused me to become so aware of my surroundings, my excitement grew at the prospect of being caught. I was so horny that night, that after Thomas had walked me home, I went straight to the bathroom, where under a hot shower, I’d gotten myself off. I grinned. The whole public thing was definitely something I wanted to explore further.

  Shivers ran up my spine as I then remembered the first time Thomas gave me an orgasm. Even though it was only with his hand, it was the sexiest thing I'd ever experienced. Poor guy probably had to take a cold shower afterward, and his straining dick had worried me a little, but he’d assured me he was fine.

  I just didn't have the, no pun intended, balls to go further and take him in hand and give him the release he needed. Except for a couple of times on the internet, I hadn’t seen a lot of them to make any comparisons, but holy hell, he had a huge dick. Not a scary sideshow freak sized one or anything, but daunting enough to make me feel a little . . . intimidated. I mean, where the hell was all that gonna fit?

  Thomas had already told me he loved me, and I had said it back—and meant it, but I wanted to show him how I felt. Poor boy had been experiencing a serious case of blue balls for months now, and I only hoped I could please him the way he’d pleased me.

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  The longest shower of my life lasted almost the entire morning, well until the hot water had run out at least. I’d spent the entire time shaving, plucking, exfoliating and rinsing every inch of my body. Once I was sure there was no hair where there shouldn't be, I decided against moisturizer in case he wanted to taste my skin, as he had done in the past. Checking the time, the nerves ramped up. It was almost noon, and Cate would be arriving any moment to help me prepare for the big night. Most people would see it as weird, the amount of time she was devoting to me sleeping with her brother, but that was just how she was. She believed everyone should be having just as much sex as she was.

  Catherine McDonald was nothing like me in any way. While I was little more reserved, and tended to dance to the beat of my own drum, she was loud, brash and blunt as hell.

  Thinking about that first meeting always made me smile, and I often wondered what kind of college experience I would have had if we’d never met. Aside from the fact that if it wasn’t for Cate, I’d never have met Thomas, I also knew my time at ASU would have been a far lonelier proposition.

  As I pulled on my favorite pair of jeans and a shirt, I heard the sound of jangling keys outside the door and smiled. Between me cramming for tests and Cate interning for a design firm in the city these past few weeks, we hadn’t been able to spend much time together just talking and hanging out.

  "I have coffee and muffins. Oh, wait. You can't wear that." Catherine gave me a look of disapproval as she barged through the door, plonking her ass as well as the food and drinks on the end of my bed before I could even say hi. "I can see we'll have to work on you from head to toe."

  "Don’t worry, I'm gonna change. I just didn't want to spend the whole day wearing a tight dress and a lacy bra and thong, that’s all," I said with a snorting laugh. “Not that I am going to wear that crap tonight even if you paid me.”

  “Maisie, come on. Men like to see a bit of skin when they take a woman to bed, even my brother. In fact, thinking back to the posters he had on his wall as a kid, I’d go as far as to say Thomas likes to see a lot of skin.” I’d learned very quickly that no matter the subject, nothing was off limits to Cate, and had become quite adept at hiding my embarrassment at anything that came out of her mouth.

  In an effort to change the subject, I smiled and sat down next to her before picking up one of the still-warm muffins.

  “Don’t eat too much. You don’t want to get too bloated.”

  I rolled my eyes at her mother hen statement, refusing to say another word until I’d eaten my fill of the sweet, buttery goodness. I even licked my fingers once I was finished just to bug her.

  For the next hour or so, we lounged in my room, catching up as we drank our coffee. Cate asked about my latest project for my photography class which had me checking out all the local live music venues.

  “I am finding myself falling in love with concert photography. There’s something about the lighting and the way different bands move around on stage.” I was fully aware I was gushing, but didn’t care one bit. It wasn’t very often I was given the opportunity to wax lyrical about my passions. “I mean, I adore nature and portrait photography, but the vibes and atmosphere in these venues is so electric, you can’t help but get caught up in it all.”

  “It sounds like you might just have found your niche, honey.” Cate gave me a warm smile as she listened to me go on. Once she was sure I had finished, she launched into her latest . . . fad was the only word I could think of. It wasn’t rare for an idea to pop into her head and for her to just run with it. Like the time she went out with one of the guys from her design class and got a tattoo of an angel on her ass, or the time she got trashed at a frat party and went skinny dipping in the pool, ending up on the Computer Science geeks’ Campus Babes blog.

  "I'm thinking of getting my clit pierced." She spoke as if she was thinking about whether or not to change her brand of laundry soap.

  "Oh my God, Cate. You're insane!” When it came to my best friend, an announcement of this magnitude shouldn’t have come as a shock, but I was still knocked for a loop. I sat and stared at her, my mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

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  We laughed and talked for a few more hours. Everything, except what would be happening between Thomas and I was discussed until Catherine finally broached the subject the only way she knew how.

  "So Maisie, are you ready to ride my brother until his bones melt?" She wore a completely straight face, but the evil little glint in her eye did not escape my notice.

  "Wh . . . wha . . . Cate!" I choked on my own spit as my best friend threw back her head, laughing like a hyena.

  "What? Look Maisie, just because he's my brother doesn't mean I can’t see how attractive he is to the ladies, especially you.”

  Cate had often told me about how many girls back home had chased after Thomas in high school, only to be ignored while he concentrated on his studies. A lethal mix of nerd and hottie, Thomas had broken a few hearts in his time.

  Without a word, Cate stood up and walked over to my wardrobe, a determined expression on her face. I watched as she spent a few minutes rummaging through my stuff, mumbling to herself.

  "Right, Miss Lewis. I think I’ve found the perfect outfit for your evening of seduction." Cate threw a bundle of clo
thes at me. Extracting myself from underneath them, I held up the black mini skirt, black lace push up bra, and a sheer black shirt. I was about to say something about the clothes now resting on my lap before Cate delved back into my wardrobe. She turning to me a few moments later, tossing the only pair of black high-heeled shoes I owned on the bed. I was no slouch in the fashion stakes, but rarely wore stilettos. At almost six feet tall, it wasn’t as if I needed them. Then I remembered how much Thomas loved the way they made my legs go on and on, and smiled.

  "Cate, I’m not wearing this shirt without something else underneath."

  “Why the hell not?” She huffed at my scathing dismissal.

  "Because I'd like to leave a little to Tom’s imagination, if you don’t mind. The skirt and shoes stay, but the top has to go."

  “Whatever.” Cate rolled her eyes, but once she shot me an assuring smile, I knew we were cool.