Initiation

Jarrod hesitated before knocking. He’d been working hard in Judge Hoffman’s office, putting in long hours reviewing cases and studying precedents and loving every minute of it, but he had been looking forward to finally having an evening to himself when the invitation to dinner came from Felicity Turner. Jarrod quickly replied yes and now there he was, hopefully about to have some more of his fantasies come true.

As he waited for the door to be answered, Jarrod tried to quiet his body’s reaction. He’d gotten himself off more times than he could count to the remembered images and feelings of being with Felicity that night back in Stockton and now his manhood was getting stiff in the anticipation of the real thing. Stop that, he chastised firmly, you don’t even know for sure she’s going to offer.

“Jarrod.”

Jarrod looked into blue eyes that sparkled with desire. He hastily took off his hat and held it in front of himself, but the way Felicity’s eyes looked down and her knowing smile made him sure she saw the growing bulge he was trying to hide. “Hello, Felicity.”

She stepped aside and ushered him through the door. “Dinner won’t be ready for about half and hour,” she told him, gently tugging his hat out of his hands and placing it on the hall table, “that should give us plenty of time to get reacquainted.” Without any other preliminaries, she grabbed the lapels of his coat and pulled her to him, kissing him ardently as she manoeuvred both of them to the settee in the foyer and pushed Jarrod back to sit. Felicity quickly divested him of his jacket and shirt and ran her hands across the smooth skin of his chest to tweak his taut nipples, sliding them down the well-muscled abdomen to unfasten his pants.

“That should be more comfortable,” she murmured as his swollen erection sprang free and Jarrod groaned.

“Felicity, you have no idea how much I want you.”

She smiled seductively. “Oh, I think it’s fairly obvious, Jarrod.” He reached for her, but she pushed his hand away. “Go ahead, touch yourself for me while I undress for you.”

Jarrod’s eyes widened at the request, but he quickly took off his boots and slipped off his pants. He grabbed his jutting member and stroked it as he watched. His heart raced faster as Felicity slowly undid the buttons down the front of her dress and exposed the luscious breasts that weren’t covered by any sort of chemise, just pushed up over the top of her corset. Swallowing hard, he slowed his movements and held on to his twitching cock firmly. He didn’t want to cum prematurely, he wanted to feel the thrill again of being buried inside Felicity’s tight heat. His eyes were glued to her hands as she fondled her own breasts and pinched her nipples until they stood firm before she unhooked her corset and untied the laces of her petticoats so they landed in a puddle on the floor.

When Jarrod saw she wasn’t wearing drawers, he couldn’t take it any more and grabbed her by the waist to pull her into his lap. The delectable cleft between her breasts was right in front of him and he reached up, cupping one gently and taking the erect nipple into his mouth.

“Mmmmm,” Felicity moaned and she twined her fingers in the hair on the back of his head. Her other hand reached down, grabbed his penis as she lifted herself slightly so he was positioned at her entrance and drove herself down on his cock. Jarrod gasped and started to pull his lips away, but Felicity held him firmly to her breast. “Just stay there, Jarrod,” she instructed, “only make sure the other side doesn’t feel left out.” She started to ride him up and down as Jarrod moved to the other side and took that rosy nub into his mouth and sucked it. He grabbed her ass for more leverage and started thrusting in time to her movements as Felicity released his head and placed her hands on his shoulders.

Jarrod let her nipple slide out of his mouth and looked up to find Felicity’s head thrown back, her eyes closed in rapture. He looked down and saw his cock, wet with her moisture, slide in and out. Thrusting harder and faster, he couldn’t take his eyes off what was happening. Jarrod pulled back and gripped Felicity’s hips tightly, holding her still for a moment before plunging back in, and he watched in fascination as the full length of his penis vanished inside her. He did it again, the sight exciting him even more and he was amazed to see himself swell even larger.

Felicity’s thighs clenched around his and she started rocking more furiously. Jarrod tore his eyes away from his driving cock and looked at her again, watching a flush come across her neck and down her chest.

“Jarrod!” she screamed and plunged herself down hard onto him. Her muscles squeezed him tightly and he couldn’t hold out any longer, he stabbed into her again and again, releasing himself inside her in a burst of white-hot light. He thrust into her, grunting and moaning as he filled her with his seed and never wanted to come down from the all-consuming high to which she’d taken him.

Felicity took his face between her hands and kissed him soundly as his erection subsided. “Now I think dinner will be ready,” she said with a playful smile. “I just hope you’ll save room for more dessert later.”

Dinner was excellent and they partook of the wine sparingly, not wanting anything to hamper the rest of the evening. There was no need for a loosening of inhibitions; Felicity knew Jarrod was more than willing to continue what they’d started and she wanted to have his firm young body again. That was the way it should be done; take a young man and train him properly at the start, show him that there was as much satisfaction in pleasing another as there was in taking pleasure for himself. Too many unfortunate women were married with no idea what was to come and their husbands were clueless about how to pleasure them or even that their wives should enjoy the physical aspects of marriage. Right, I’m doing this as a service to society, she thought, amused, it has nothing to do with the fact that Jarrod Barkley’s a devastatingly handsome young man who’s just so eager to please.

“So,” she said as they sipped their after dinner coffee, “silk sheets or plush rug?” Jarrod sputtered a bit at the bold question, but Felicity was glad to see him quickly regain his composure and a devilish gleam come into his eyes.

“Well, if you don’t have any objection,” he told her, the deep baritone his voice had settled into sending a shiver up her spine, “I wouldn’t mind starting on the rug.”

After removing his own clothes, Jarrod unfastened the buttons on Felicity’s dress once they were settled in front of the crackling fireplace. He took his time and let his lips explore as he exposed her smooth skin and caressed the length of her thighs and hips. He nibbled his way around her breasts and Felicity sighed in pleasure.

“Jarrod,” she said in a hushed voice, “if I asked you to do something, would you?”

“Anything, Felicity,” he declared as he burrowed his face to kiss the crease between her breasts.

“I want you to kiss me… somewhere else.”

Jarrod looked up, puzzled for a brief moment as he met her eyes. Then her meaning dawned on him.

“You want…?” he asked hesitantly, not sure how to clarify what he thought she was asking.

Felicity nodded. “I want you to pleasure me with your mouth, Jarrod,” she told him, “I want you to use your lips and tongue. Would you?”

Jarrod nodded wordlessly and hoped he’d be able to complete his task. He kissed his way down her navel until he reached the fluffy hair at the top of her thighs and paused. Felicity spread her legs invitingly and laced her fingers in his hair, pushing his head down gently. Jarrod slowly licked up her glistening folds and Felicity gasped when he reached a spot at the top.

“There, Jarrod,” she breathed, “right there.”

Jarrod concentrated his efforts on the small nub and was rewarded with Felicity’s moans of contentment. Until he met her, Jarrod had never considered that giving another pleasure could be as satisfying as taking his own, but feeling her squirm beneath him, knowing he was the one bringing her such enjoyable sensations, was erotic beyond belief. He paused for a moment to take in the sight of the petals of womanhood opened before him before burying his face in her moist warmth again. Jarrod appreciated the musky taste of her and wanted more, so he slipped his tongue down and pushed it into her, delving deeper. Felicity’s breath caught and Jarrod knew he was accomplishing his aim. He started thrusting his tongue into her faster and made sure to rub the tiny bud of flesh with his lip. He revelled in the clenching and spasming of her muscles as he brought her over the edge.

“Oh, Jarrod,” she moaned softly as she stroked his dark hair. His tongue continued to play with her until she tugged his shoulders to pull him up.

“Did I do it right?” he asked, the wicked gleam in his eyes betraying the fact that he already knew the answer.

Felicity just smiled and shook her head as she pulled him closer to kiss him. “I think a performance like that ought to be rewarded.” She shifted so he was properly positioned between her legs and drew her knees up to provide him with maximum penetration. Jarrod groaned as his cock pushed inside her and he started thrusting hard and fast, Felicity’s earlier climax making him desperate for his own. The feeling of his balls slapping against her ass as he picked up momentum fuelled his desire and he pounded into her, his release coming fast and hard. He shuddered as his pulsing organ delivered stream after stream of hot ejaculate and thrust until he had no more to give.

Jarrod held Felicity close in the afterglow of their exertions and stroked her hair by the light of the fire.

“Can I give you some advice, Jarrod?” she asked.

“Of course, Felicity,” he murmured as he closed his eyes in contentment.

“One day, you’re going to meet the perfect girl and fall in love…”

“I’ve already met her,” he insisted, interrupting, “and I am in love.”

Felicity smiled and turned so she was facing him. “Jarrod, I know you think you love me, but it’s just infatuation. And maybe a little lust,” she added with a smile. He opened his mouth to protest again and she put a finger to his lips. “We both know it. You have your whole life ahead of you and our liaison is just a pleasant diversion.”

Jarrod sighed as he realized she was right. “The way I feel when I’m with you, though…”

“Will be ten times as intense with someone you truly love.” Felicity leaned over and kissed him gently. “And when you meet her and marry her, she’s likely going to come to the marriage bed with no idea of what’s supposed to happen, or she’ll have been told she just has to do her duty to you and endure it.” Felicity shook her head sadly. “I was very lucky in meeting Scott Turner. He taught me a lot about how to please a man and be pleased myself. My first husband just pushed my legs apart and with a ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’ it was all over.” She gazed intently at Jarrod. “I know you’d never be like that, but if your bride has never seen a man unclothed before and sees you aroused to your full glory first thing, you’ll scare the poor girl half to death.”

Jarrod chuckled a little at that. “So what do you suggest I do? If I find her ten times as exciting as I find you, it’s going to be pretty hard.”

Felicity smiled and ran her hand across his chest, down to rest on his thigh. “Just love her, Jarrod. Cherish her with your hands, your lips, until she knows what desire and pleasure truly are. Teach her how to be pleased herself before you teach her how to please you.” Her hand drifted over to caress his manhood and it started to rise again. “But right now, I think we already know how to please each other.”

Jarrod pulled Felicity on top of him and took her mouth with his. They then abandoned themselves to the moment as both took their delight in the other.


Years later…


Jarrod closed the door to the bridal suite and locked it before turning to feast his eyes on the sight of his new bride, the woman he was completely and utterly in love with. He walked slowly towards her and caressed her cheek before he reached up to remove the pins holding her hair. The blonde curls tumbled down around her shoulders as Jarrod cupped her face in his hand and drew her close for a long, languorous kiss. The kisses they had shared before were gentle and sweet, Jarrod not wanting to lose control with his desire for the beautiful woman he was planning to marry. But now, there wasn’t a need for the same restraint and Jarrod captured her lips, his tongue exploring hers as he ran his hands over her back and hips. He felt her tremble in his arms and released her slowly. When he searched her face, he found a spark of fear in the blue eyes he could drown in forever.

“Are you all right, my love?” he asked gently.

“It’s just… I mean, I’ve never…” Her lip trembled and he could see the glint of tears building in her eyes.

“Shhh…” Jarrod placed a finger softly to her lips. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. I won’t do anything you’re not ready for or anything you don’t want me to. Trust me?” he asked with a playful glint in his eyes.

She gave him a small smile and nodded and as Jarrod lifted his love into his arms and carried her to the bed, he send out a thought of gratitude for the foresight of the woman who first taught him what he knew about pleasure and pleasing. Thank you, Felicity, he thought and turned his attention back to cherishing the woman who had completely captured his heart and soul.