Free The Fixer: New Wave Newsroom by Jenny Holiday Page B

that my question was followed by a moan. And I was sorry I’d asked it, because now, tilting his head up to meet my eyes, he was going to stop and answer me.
    â€œI’m eating you out.”
    The matter-of-fact way he said it—oh, it did something to me. But part of me was still incredulous. “Why?”
    â€œBecause I want to.” His eyes narrowed, almost like he was angry. But I’d seen him angry, and this wasn’t that. “And judging by how wet you are, you do too. So do you think you can shut the fuck up long enough for me to make you come?”
    Oh, crap. His words alone almost did it. I had hoped I’d be able to shake off the heavy cloak of virginity I didn’t want to wear anymore, but I had imagined it playing out more…traditionally. But now I wanted…this instead. So I nodded, not so much because I was obeying his command but because I no longer trusted my voice.
    Matthew grabbed one of my buttocks with each hand to anchor himself, and apparently that initial lick had merely been an exploratory exercise, because, groaning, he sank his tongue into my folds. He set a rhythm of plunging in and out, licking me so intimately I should have been embarrassed, but I couldn’t manage to do anything but gasp. With each stroke of his tongue, it was like a camera was gradually zooming in on the innermost part of me, making me heavy, saturated with sensation.
    The fullness built and built until I thought I might not be able to stand it anymore. It was too much and, at the same time, not enough. Instinctively, I tried to buck my hips, but he tightened his grip on me, securing my butt with his forearms, all the while keeping up the wicked rhythm with his tongue. I was immobilized, pinned in place between his face and his arms, and I was so, so close. I let out a little sob of frustration.
    He seemed to understand what it signified better than I did, because he lifted his face a little and swirled his tongue on my clit before pulling off long enough to rasp, “Is this what you want, Jenny?” Not waiting for an answer, he returned to my clit, taking it between his lips and sucking gently.
    â€œYes,” I cried, grabbing his shoulders to keep from falling over.
    A few seconds of suction, and I was shuddering and trying to muffle my screams so I wouldn’t wake his neighbors.
    Matthew
    I waited until she was done shaking, holding her tight with my arms wrapped around her middle—I was still kneeling—and willing myself not to come then and there. I had only known her a couple weeks, but I knew her well enough to know that in a minute, she’d become all flustered and embarrassed.
    â€œOh my God,” she whispered.
    There it was—not at all like the shouted invocations of the Lord that had been ripping from her throat earlier.
    That was my cue. Because whatever else was going to happen, I didn’t want her to be embarrassed. So, in a repeat of my earlier move, I flipped us both onto the bed, but this time I came down on top of her, bracing myself on my elbows as I kissed her breasts.
    â€œThat was—”
    I whipped myself up and kissed her mouth. I didn’t want to talk. Not yet. I just wanted to…savor this. Unlike at the construction site, there was no danger. No hurry. Nothing stopping us.
    It sounded idiotic, but since it was her first time, I’d wanted to make sure she came. I wasn’t schooled in the ways of virgins, but the conventional wisdom seemed to be that it could hurt the first time. And I didn’t want to disappoint her. I’d almost made it through my time at this school without giving a shit about any of my fellow students or what they thought of me. Almost. So, yeah, I’d been…intent in my onslaught. I’d thought I’d been doing it for her, but honestly, ten seconds in, and nothing had ever turned me on more than torturing that girl with my tongue. And now I wanted to her to make those