“Relax, Janie. You’re tensing up.”
She nodded and looked away.
“Look at me,” he reminded her softly, forming a V with two of his fingers and directing them to his eyes. When she did, he praised, “That’s it.” She loved when his tone became commanding like that, then softened with encouragement when she did something he liked. It made her feel special, connected to him, cherished by him.
Just then his thumb kneaded right under her big toe and she seriously felt like she’d just creamed herself. She bit down even harder on her lip and squirmed, gripping the arm rest above her with her hands. He kept at it and she thought she was going to jump out of her skin. It felt incredible.
She closed her eyes to focus.
“Open them and look at me, Janie,” he said. She whimpered quietly and opened her slumberous eyes finding his drilling into her. “What are you feeling right now?”
“I think you just found a knot or something,” she whispered, not able to speak any louder.
His eyes smiled at her and he said quietly, “No, not a knot. This spot right here,” he said as he pressed under her big toe, “is a very special area of the foot. Do you know why?” he asked in a sexy soft voice.
She shook her head slowly.
“Where do you feel it on your body when I press here?” He was so quiet, so sensual. With the lights dim, she was on a cloud of sensation.
“Everywhere,” she breathed. And she did. It was like her brain totally switched into sex mode.
He chuckled. His thumb moved lower under her big toe until he was kneading right in the center of her arch, creating circles over and over.
“How about now?” he asked. So quietly, softly.
It was like an arrow straight to the core of her body, where the pressure built and she could feel the slick folds rubbing against each other every time she moved to release some of the tension.
She bit harder onto her lip.
“Tell me.” He wasn’t letting up. He wouldn’t stop looking at her, probing her with his eyes as his hand found the ball of her foot and he pressed.
She swallowed and tried to calm her accelerated breathing. “I’m feeling good. It feels good. You’re very good at this, Luke,” she babbled, trying to act nonchalant. Maybe you could say ‘good’ one more time, Janie. Geez.
The corner of his mouth moved up. “I asked you where you were feeling it.” His fingers moved down to her heel and pressed at her lower arch.
A small groan escaped before she could stop herself and she tried to cover it with a cough, like she had when he’d touched her foot in the shoe store. “Well, my foot’s feeling pretty good right about now,” she croaked out, finally answering him.
“Tell me more. Where else does it feel good on your body?” One of his hands moved to the top of her foot and began making slow hard circles into the skin there, while the thumb from his other hand continued kneading the sole of her foot. A shudder went through her body and she lost focus, her eyes closing.
“Look at me, Janie.”
Shit. Her eyes sprung open and found his again. God, she wanted him. His eyes were so intense looking at her; she could feel them touching her skin.
“Tell me where you feel it,” he demanded softly, his voice sounding like velvet scratching on a roughened surface.
“I don’t know what you want me to say,” she practically moaned. Truthfully, she felt it in her loins. Is that what he wanted to hear?
“Yes, you do. I want to hear you say where it feels good. And do you want to know why I already know where it feels good, Janie?” he asked, leaning forward. “Because this spot right here?” he began to say and pressed right above the heel in the center of her arch.
She could feel her eyes closing and her head fell back. She gritted her teeth. Do. Not. Scream.
“Eyes on me.”
She finally managed to pry her eyelids open, gulping for air as quietly as she could. He was sure to be getting annoyed with having to repeat the same instructions over and over. She just couldn’t seem to keep her eyes open. What he was doing to her just felt too good. He continued speaking.
“This spot right here is a major erogenous zone for a woman. You should be feeling it right between your thighs about now,” he said softly. “When I press right here,” he paused and rubbed, and she felt her eyes roll back into her head as she let out a low moan. “Your body is ready for some sweet lovin’. Soft and pliant. Ripe for a man to take you. You just need a little more,” he said as he pressed again. “Tell me where else you feel it,” he whispered.
“Luke,” she whispered back, now breathing heavily. She couldn’t seem to stop the catch in her throat.
“Tell me. And look me in the eye when you tell me.”
She would do anything for him at that moment; she was so aroused, so close. All she needed him to do was keep rubbing that spot, keep talking to her. Her hips rolled of their own volition. She felt hot and tingly, like she was ready to explode. Her nipples were tight. She wanted to claw at him, plow her fingers into his hair, kiss him to within an inch of his life.
She opened her eyes and looked at him again, biting down even harder on her bottom lip. DON’T SCREAM, JANIE.
“How are you doing, baby?” he purred with a sexy smile.
She gritted her teeth, “Fine, good.”
“Breathe.”
She let go of the breath she was holding and gulped for air. She looked at him. Really looked at him and realized he didn’t look playful anymore. His eyes were glittering, intent on winning this battle. He knew what he was doing to her. Her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip. He hadn’t even touched her other foot yet and she was wet, her body thrumming and ready to snap at any minute.
Was it possible to have an orgasm from him rubbing her foot? She should have Googled this before she agreed to it. Would she really be screaming with pleasure? Shit, what had she gotten herself into?!
“You haven’t told me where you feel it yet. Can you feel the flutter in your stomach?” His voice brought her out of her head and back to his hands skillfully working the pressure points on her foot.
“Yeah,” she whispered.
“The skin on your chest. The tightening around your nipples,” he whispered. “Can you feel that?”
She couldn’t even speak knowing he was saying these things to her. It took every ounce of will power to simply breathe and not moan in ecstasy. She wanted him to touch her, fuck her.
“Right at the juncture between your thighs, Janie? Can you feel it there? The throbbing?” He pressed again and ground small circles into her arch with his thumb.
“Yes,” she sobbed out softly. “Luke,” she begged, although she had no idea what it was she was saying at that point. Her eyes were closing again.
“Eyes. Open.” She tried to focus on his eyes, but eventually looked at his lips as he spoke. “Do you feel that sweet hum of vibration? Your skin quivering because of the tension I’m building with my fingers. That build of pressure right at your core. You feel it, don’t you?”
Ohmigod, Luke was really talking to her this way. She was moments from climaxing and she didn’t know how to concede the battle to him without coming all over the place.
She kept shaking her head back and forth on the pillow, trying to push his voice out of her head.
“What are you thinking, Janie? Tell me,” he demanded softly as he leaned forward slightly.
I’mnotgonnascream. I’mnotgonnascream. I’mnotgonnascream.
“Shh. You don’t have to scream if you don’t want to, baby,” he purred.
God, had she said it out loud? She stopped her head from moving and looked into his eyes.
“You know you want to though,” he tsked. “You want to tear at something, sink your teeth into your bottom lip and let yourself go. But you’re holding off.” He let his hands rub all over her foot until he tugged on her toes.
Not the toes. Please don’t – She gritted her teeth and let out a low growl as she b
ucked slightly on the sofa. Then she began to shake her head, trying to – “No,” she said.
“Mmm, yes you do. You want it so badly, you can taste it,” he whispered, then leaned down and spoke just over her pinky toe, his breath hot near her foot. “You’re thinking about your lover’s hands all over your body. His skilled touch on your skin, teasing you. Coming close to all of those places you want him to stroke with his fingers, but then he pulls away just at the last minute. You love the fact that he knows your body so well, he understands what you need, what you want.”
“I’m not gonna scream,” she stuttered out on a whisper trying to catch her breath.
“Of course you won’t. You’re doing so well,” he praised. “But what would happen if I put your pinky toe in my mouth?” he asked quietly. She looked at his lips over her toes. “Let the wet heat of my tongue swirl around it then suck it into my mouth? Take small bites and nibbles? Do you think you’d scream then?”
He didn’t even allow her to answer before he did exactly as he promised. By this point she was breathing so heavily, her mouth was dry. His mouth was on her toe and he was nibbling all around, the smooth inside of his mouth hot as he sucked and pulled on it with his tongue. She looked at his eyes and let out a long frustrated whimper which then turned into a moan. Even in the darkened room she could see his eyes shining. He was watching her as he slowly released her toe.
“I think it’s time to start on your other foot,” he whispered over her toe.
She nearly growled and finally snapped as he touched her other foot. “I can’t do this. I thought I could but I can’t. You win,” she said in a rush, feeling frustration and defeat. She was sweating, gripping onto the armrest.
He shook his head no. “We’re not done, Janie. This isn’t a competition. But if it was, you’d be the winner. You’ll either have a mind blowing orgasm, or you won’t and prove me wrong. Either way, you win.”
Yes, yes. You’re right. I can do this. I can come, but I won’t scream. I won’t scream. I won’t scream. She squeezed her eyes shut.
“Look at me,” he demanded. She did. His look was carnal, determined, yet sweet. It was her Luke looking at her, her Luke whom she’d known forever. “It would be so much more fun to let go though, right? This is about me discovering what you need. And I’ve already figured out what you need.” He dug his thumb into her sole and he nailed her with his look. “You need to scream, let yourself go. Let yourself feel. And I can do that for you, but you have to trust me. Just let me take you there.” He wouldn’t let her look away, but she had to.
She lightly slammed her head back onto the pillow when he began rubbing her other foot and found the pressure points that were beginning to remove all coherent thoughts from her brain. He moved both of his thumbs to her feet creating circles on the arches of both her feet. The newness of his touch on her other foot nearly did her in.
“Janie, look at me. Look at me, baby,” he whispered.
She tried to focus on him but the pleasure was too intense. His touch, his words, her already aroused state made it so difficult not to close her eyes. She felt drunk.
What happened to not screaming, Janie? What happened to putting him in his place? You are so out of your league, here. You’re such an idiot.
“Trust me, Janie,” he whispered while looking in her eyes.
“I do,” she groaned.
He hesitated slightly then made sure she was looking into his eyes when he asked quietly, “Do you want to come right now?”
God, yes! She moaned in frustration.
He licked his top lip and leaned forward. “Do it. It’s just me and you right now. Put your hand between your legs, Janie. Rub it. Go ahead,” he demanded softly.
She didn’t know if she could do this in front of him. She wanted to play with the big boys, but she wasn’t sure if she could do it. This was Luke talking. Did this mean that he found her attractive? Was he just playing with her, being a guy right now? He was winning like he said he would. She felt so vulnerable and blinked back tears.
“Shh, baby. No games right now. Just me and you. You can do it, come on. I want to make you feel good. Do it, Janie,” he purred. “Don’t be scared. I’d never hurt you.” His hands left her feet and stroked up under her jeans to knead her calves. “Put your hand where you need it. Right where you’re throbbing. Dios. Tan jodidamente hermosa,” he whispered vehemently.
His eyes were burning into hers and she felt the stirrings of her climax before she could stop it.
He moved his hands back to her feet and she discovered that she might not need to touch herself to get there because it was hovering right there. His look, his touch, and the friction of her jeans on her clit did it. She yelled out at the beginnings of her release and ground her hips up then back down into the sofa. Grabbing onto the armrest with all of her strength, she continued to rotate her hips into the air, pushing them up over and over, trying to relieve the pressure. High pitched moans escaped her.
It wasn’t enough. She needed more, the waves just on the cusp of crashing all around her. She sobbed out a needy groan.
“Put your hand there. Do it,” he whispered with force.
She dragged her hand down and pressed it between her legs. The explosion continued into multiple climaxes. She threw her head back and screamed loudly, sounds escaping from the back of her throat as she bucked into her hand. After several moments, she finally collapsed back onto the cushions, completely spent and sucking air into her lungs.
Chapter 9
She still felt pulses of energy all through her body, like she could come again any minute.
“Tan jodidamente hermosa, Janie,” he said in a raspy voice. “Tan hermosa.” He finally leaned back and rested his head on the cushion, breathing almost as heavily as she was.
She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She desperately memorized the words he’d just said so she could look them up later. She knew hermosa meant beautiful, but she couldn’t understand the full sentence. She wanted to climb all over his body, but just then her heel bumped into something hard in his lap.
They both moved at the same time and looked at each other guiltily, the reality of the last several moments hitting them. He grabbed her foot to still it.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking like a bull about to charge. She wasn’t sure if he was asking if she was okay from the orgasm or the fact that she’d just been shocked by his erection bumping into her foot.
For some reason that struck her funny and she started to giggle. Then she stopped and looked at him. She was an adult. She’d lost this round, but had experienced her first orgasm with Luke, and a foot one at that. She’d known she’d had sensitive feet, but this was ridiculous. She was mortified and exhilarated at the same time. “What do you think? I’m fairly certain that the last ten minutes has proven your ability to make a woman scream with pleasure,” she said slightly red in the face.
He reached out and touched her cheek, his eyes going soft. “That was some incredible and stimulating research,” he murmured.
She felt a little embarrassed, vulnerable, weepy; all of the above, but tried to appear casual, as if she did this sort of thing all of the time. She didn’t know how successful she was. Show him you can play with the big boys, Janie. “Indeed it was,” she finally said. “You can give me a foot massage any day, Luke.”
He smiled sheepishly. “I think I have a better idea of your needs and the man who can fulfill them,” he said, looking into her eyes for a beat.
Kiss me. Please kiss me.
He cracked his neck then rubbed his face and removed her feet from his lap. He stood up, muttering, “If your brother knew what I just did to you, he’d fucking skin me alive.”
The comment deflated her and pissed her off. “First of all, what you or I do is none of my brother’s business. Period. Second of all, it was for research, right?” She pushed a curl out of her eyes, blinking back emotion. She’d just climaxed in front of Luke and felt his erection.
She couldn’t believe it.
He turned and looked at her while she sat on the sofa. His jaw was clenched and she could see the bulge in his jeans, but tried not to direct her eyes there. “I’ll drive you home tomorrow night after the party. I know Ayanna and Catherine will be taking the van back.”
She felt her nerves kick in. He must’ve thought she was going to disagree because before she could speak he said, “I’m taking you home.”
She felt a zing zip right though her. “Aye, aye captain.”
He gave her a dry look then said, “I should go.”
She was working hard at processing her emotions of vulnerability, love, embarrassment…so to maintain some control instead, she cocked her head cutely at him. “Will you need my fire extinguisher? I can lend it to you if you need it,” she said with an innocent look on her face.
He burned her with his look, but then his gaze turned piercing, predatory. He stalked toward her and leaned down, caging her in on the sofa with his hands down on either side of her. She smelled his scent, felt his heat, and could feel his breath on her face. But it was his eyes, his eyes were gleaming.
He shook his head no to her question. “I have other ways to put out the flames.”
Would he call Vanessa? Another woman?
She shuttered her eyes. “Of course you do. How silly of me. Have fun with your flavor of the month,” she said sweetly while gritting her teeth.
He didn’t respond but raised an eyebrow and smirked, shaking his head. He continued looking at her. Leaning in further, he hovered near her mouth, but then kissed her nose. “Sweet dreams, Janie. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
He walked over to the door to slip his shoes on and grab his jacket. She still hadn’t moved from her spot, but rather sat there, steaming mad and hurt over the fact that he was leaving there to potentially go to some other girl. No way. That was so not happening.
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