by Deveraux, CM
Where to begin...
“Everything.”
“You can do better,” he teased. “Release what’s inside you—what you’re thinking—what you want from me right here, right now.”
A sudden wave of insecurity swept over me. Old Jess. No. There would be none of her tonight or any night hereafter.
“I want you to suck me.”
I was aroused just hearing myself admit it to him.
“Good. And then?”
“I want you to make me come.”
His tongue flicked my clit. Just once. Then he stopped. “I’m not sure you want it badly enough.”
Words weren’t enough. He wanted me to beg.
“Make me come, Richard. Please. Please!”
Starting at the outer edge, his tongue brushed across the outside of my outer lips. I squirmed. He trailed a single finger from my navel to my wet opening and entered me, slowly at first, pumping in and out. If his goal was to torture me by testing my patience, it was working.
“More...I want more,” I cried out.
“How much more?”
A second finger joined the first, increasing in speed with every vigorous thrust.
“More?” he asked.
“Yessssss.”
My eyes closed, my head winding back, allowing the abysmal emotion to wash over me as he drilled all the way inside.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
As my eyes found their way back to his, he separated my lips with his fingers, taking my clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking wildly, the rhythm increasing, driving me to release raw, uncontrollable grunts. My orgasm was coming, steadily building inside me. I lowered myself into his mouth, gyrating my body up and down, riding him. I writhed, desperate to break free from the fabric tie binding my hands together. My legs trembled, unable to sustain me for much longer. I bit my bottom lip so hard I drew blood. I needed release. I needed it now. I steadied myself. He grabbed my ass and clamped down, and in one final, satisfying thrust, I let go. I let it all go.
When the whimpering subsided and my breathing slowed, Richard pulled my naked frame over his, the tips of his fingers massaging circles over my bare back.
He raised his head, kissed my neck. “Did you like that?”
“More than you know. And now it’s your turn,” I said.
He nodded in the direction of the bed. “No. It’s our turn.”
CHAPTER 17
The bed would serve as the perfect final destination, but right now, it could wait. I tugged on Richard’s shirt, pulling him to a standing position. With my hands now free from enslavement, I unfastened his belt and yanked hard, whipping it off of him. I kicked my heels to the side. They’d served their purpose. With one hand flattened on his chest, I forced his back against the wall. He lifted his shirt off his head while my hands impatiently tore open the top of his pants. I watched them slide down his body while I pulled the snug pair of briefs he was wearing down, admiring the intense fullness of his arousal. He was ready. And so was I.
“How do you want it—rough, soft, standing, sitting, on your back?” I murmured.
Now it was my turn to tease.
“All ways. Lady’s choice tonight.”
Since he had an innate fondness for our eyes locking during the most intimate moments, I sauntered over to the bed and turned, resting my butt on the edge of the mattress. The bed was new, like the house, and had been carefully chosen with a specific height in mind. I curled a finger in my direction, and he joined me, his cock perfectly aligned with the opening of my sex.
A touch of liquid seeped from the top of his hungry shaft. He tangled his fingers though my hair, wrenching my head back.
“I can’t wait. I must have you, Jess. I want to be inside you.”
I smiled, basking in his feverish hunger, stimulated by the exhilarating feeling of being so desperately wanted by a man.
I took his enormous mass in my hand, guiding the tip inside me. Inch by inch, I drew him deeper. He groaned, his lips pressing hard against mine. I wrapped my legs behind his back, locking them together.
“How do you want me to fuck you?” he asked.
“Hard and fast.”
“If it’s hard you want, it’s hard you’ll get, but I’m not rushing anything with you.”
He drove into me, his length permeating me to the core. “You feel so good, Jess.”
My moans grew louder as he continued to thrust, each plunge more explosive than the last. The sheer indulgence was mind-numbing, but as good as it was, I had something even better in mind. I eased him backward, allowing him to slither out of me.
“Need a breather?” he asked between staggered breaths.
I grinned. “Never.”
I guided him to the top of the bed. He sat straight up, legs a few feet apart in front of him, hands behind his back, pressing into the mattress for balance. With his back facing the headboard, I climbed in front of him, easing his manhood back inside, then balancing my hands to the side. I lifted my legs over his shoulders, elevating my ass off the bed just enough to control my steady gyrations.
He curved his pelvis, meeting my pumps with his own. The friction of our bodies coming together resulted in an animalistic slapping sound, as we collided thrust for thrust.
“I’m so close, Jess.”
“Let it go. Come inside me, Richard. I want you, more than any man I’ve ever wanted before.”
Our eyes locked together, sharing an intrinsic moment of mutual, carnal bliss. I released my hands from beside me and lunged forward, fisting the metal rails of the headboard within my hands. Using them for support, I surged forward until I felt his cock reach my sensitive spot. He growled, his hands wrapping around my back, fingers pressed to my skin fierce enough to tear it.
“I’m coming.” He erupted, his body quivering as he exerted warm spurts of liquid through me. Still joined together, we collapsed next to each other. He stroked my hair, brushing wet, stringy pieces out of my face. “That was the best experience of my life.”
I wanted to cry, but I didn’t. Somehow I knew I’d savor this moment for the rest of my life.
CHAPTER 18
Morning shone its lustrous rays through the slit in the blinds on my window. My eyes fluttered open. Richard was curled up behind me, his hand entwined in mine. Without opening his eyes, he squeezed and said, “You finally awake?”
I turned, gazing on his smiling face. “I’m glad you’re here. I mean—it’s nice to wake up with you next to me.”
“There’s no place I’d rather be. But,” he said, kissing my hand and scooting to a sitting position against the headboard, “I have to head out soon.”
I didn’t want to be nosey. I had no right to prod, but I wanted to.
“I’m headed to Paris this week,” he continued.
“For how long?”
“Three weeks. It’s for work.”
I tried to hide my disappointment. “I thought you were retired?”
“Yes...well, I go stir crazy if I sit for too long. It may seem like I don’t do much, but the motor in my head is always running.”
“Well, I guess I’ll see you when you get back then.”
“No—you won’t.”
What the hell? Was he breaking up with me? I guess to break up with me we’d actually have to be going out, which I thought we were doing. Was I wrong? I gazed down at my exposed breasts and had the sudden urge to cover up. I lifted the sheet up to my neck and faced the window.
He showered the top of my back with kisses, then wrapped both arms around me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“There is. Tell me.”
I remained silent, unsure of what to say.
“Is this about me just saying you wouldn’t see me when I get back, is it?” he asked.
It’s not like I hadn’t had casual sex before, but this was different. I thought he wanted the same things I did. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe he never had. Maybe I wanted it so badly I missed the ob
vious signs all along.
“Jess. Talk to me.”
When I wouldn’t budge, he pried my arms backward, lifting me on top of him. He brushed a wisp of hair from my face. “I guess I should know better than to tease you too much. You won’t see me when I get back because you’ll see me before then.”
“I...I don’t understand.”
“Do you think after last night I’d ever survive being away from you for more than a day or two? Not a chance. I want you to come with me.”
I imagined my face must have turned every possible shade to indicate my obvious embarrassment. “You’re taking me with you—to Paris?”
“From now on, I’ll take you anywhere you let me.” He smacked my butt from behind. “So get your sexy ass out of bed and start packing. We leave this evening. Is that enough time?”
I nodded. “You’ve already booked the flights?”
“I have a private jet, and I’ve already thought of several ways for the two of us to pass the time while we’re in the air. If you’re up for it.”
I winked. “After last night, I’m up for anything, as long as it’s with you.”
CHAPTER 19
“I think I broke just about all of your rules last night,” I admitted into the phone.
“Good,” Veronica said. “They were meant to be broken.”
“What about waiting to have sex until the third date?”
“One thing I noticed about you right from the start was how much you hold yourself back. You restrain yourself even when you don’t have to. I knew with the right guy you’d crack sooner or later.”
“So the three-date rule was, what...a test?”
“Think of it more like a road block I put in place in the hopes that it would free you. I succeeded. It did.”
“You gave me rules so I could break them?”
“The time has come for me to admit something,” she said. “I wasn’t always the free-spirited woman I am today. There was a time when I was just like you. Not the strong, confident woman you are now, but the lost, insecure one you were before.”
She was the strongest woman I’d ever met by a long shot. I couldn’t imagine her being any different. “Forgive me, but I find that hard to believe.”
“It was a long time ago—before I got into sex therapy.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“I look at you now and see the woman I helped find her way. And the reason why I was able to do that for you is because someone had come along and helped me find my way.”
“Who was she?”
“Her name is Sydney, and she’s a woman who also found herself because of the help she received from another, just like I did, just like you have now. I’ve even created a name for what we do.”
“A name?”
“School of Sex. Now, I suppose I could call it School of Confidence, or the School of Finding Yourself, but they don’t have the same alluring ring. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“So this...School of Sex. How many women have you helped?”
“One,” she said. “You.”
“But...you’re a sex therapist, aren’t you?”
“I am. But what you received went far above and beyond what I do to help men and women in my sessions. The truth is, most people act like they want help—they even seek it out—but when the advice is given, they don’t take it. The key is finding the right woman. The one who’s in transition.”
I leaned over my phone until I was a few inches from the speaker. “How do you know when you’ve found the right one?”
“The right woman almost needs to have hit rock bottom so they’re open, ready to listen, malleable enough to be molded. The process of rediscovering oneself is like a rebirth of sorts, wouldn’t you say?
“I suppose so.”
“You were that person for me. The reason I’m telling you this now is because you don’t need me anymore. You’ve taken charge of your life.”
“How can I repay you for all you’ve done for me?”
“One day, when the time is right, you will help someone else. You’ll get the chance to pay it forward. Until then, focus on who you are now. Hang on to the Jess you are today, and don’t ever let go.”
CHAPTER 20
I arranged to meet Sasha for lunch. I couldn’t leave unless I felt confident she’d be all right with me being in another country during her time of need. She’d have Callie and Kenna looking after her, but I wasn’t so sure even with the two of them that they could take on Damon alone.
The view from the Chinese restaurant on the Las Vegas strip was one of my favorite. From the outside balcony, I had an impeccable view of a water show taking place in front of the hotel across the street. The water moved to the beat of a Sinatra song, vaulting so high into the air at one point, tiny droplets of water misted my face.
A woman wearing a fitted, tan-and-black halter dress passed my table, turned, and flashed a devilish grin in my direction. She raised two fingers to the thick, Audrey Hepburn-style glasses shielding her eyes and peeled them down. Whoever she was, she was drop-dead gorgeous. She bent down, and I saw her eyes. I gasped.
“Sasha, your red hair, It’s—”
“Black,” she replied, her voice like the melody of a song. “I know.”
“And much shorter. When did you...how did you...?” I had so many questions I didn’t know where to start.
“This morning. I don’t want to be Mrs. Damon “Doormat” Chase anymore. Did you know I’ve wanted to change my hairstyle and color it black for years? Years, Jess!”
“Why didn’t you?”
It was an obvious question with an even more obvious answer. I regretted even asking it.
“Damon. I mentioned it once and he laughed, saying he’d be repulsed by me if I ever went through with it. And I was stupid enough to believe him.”
“And you’re wearing a dress. You never wear a dress. I like it.”
She scooted a chair back and lowered herself into it. In a kind of a declaration, she said, “I am done wearing baggy, Mom jeans. I am done wearing T-shirts and twisting my hair into a simple, plain ponytail day after day. I am done feeling like my life is over just because I have two adorable kids. They have a life. Why can’t I?”
I loved the new attitude. “I agree. You can.”
“There was a time in my life when I could have dated any guy in school.”
“I know. I remember.”
“How did I get this way? How did I allow myself to turn into...this?”
“You became who Damon wanted you to be, because you loved him. There’s nothing wrong with giving yourself to a person, but you shouldn’t have to give up who you are in the process. Real love isn’t like that. It’s not about ownership. We both know I’ve been there, several times before.”
“Yeah,” she said, pointer finger wagging in the air, “you’ve been there. But not anymore. You’ve changed. I want to know why. I want to know your secret. Please. Will you help me?”
I leaned back, lacing my hands behind my head and staring into the face of my new protégé. Soon, school would be back in session, only this time I’d be the headmaster.
I could hardly wait.
THE END
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Table of Contents
SCHOOL OF SEX SERIES BY CM DEVERAUX
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
C
HAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20