by Lori Foster
She glanced over her shoulder at him, her gaze brimming with a sexual energy that was nearly palpable. With his arm secured around her waist, he could feel her rapid breaths, could sense the need building within her, as strong and undeniable as the tempo of the music pulsing through them. Boldly, she grabbed his free hand and slowly, daringly, skimmed his flattened palm up her bare thigh and beneath the short hem of her dress, until his fingers encountered the damp crotch of her panties.
Slick, wet heat scalded the tips of his fingers. She was just as aroused as he was, and he instinctively pressed deeper, sliding the silky fabric between the soft, swollen lips of her sex. Her head fell back against his chest, her lashes drifted closed, and her lips parted as her entire body shuddered along the length of his. Her orgasm was only a stroke or two away, he knew, and her gyrating hips beckoned for him to give her that release.
The insane madness of the moment struck him and brought him back to where they were with a jolt of reality. Apparently, those drinks she’d indulged in had stripped away her inhibitions, and while Jace wanted nothing more than to give her body what it craved, he wasn’t about to allow her first climax with him to happen in such a public place.
That was a fantasy he didn’t intend to share with anyone.
He swore, low and succinct, and grabbed her wrist. “Let’s get the hell out of here,” he growled, and pulled her through the nightclub to the exit, not giving her a chance to refuse his spontaneous decision.
Not that he believed a protest was forthcoming. One quick glance at the soft, expectant smile on her face, and he knew she was just as anxious to be alone with him, to finish the seduction flowing hot and illicit between them.
Chapter Three
THE DRIVE BACK to Leah’s apartment was as insane as their erotic encounter out on the dance floor at Red No. Five. Leah couldn’t keep her mouth or her hands to herself and, while Jace kept his fingers wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, she leaned across the console and nuzzled, nipped, and licked the side of his neck in the most incredibly wicked way.
Her breath was warm and sweetly scented as she placed a damp kiss on the corner of his mouth and her fingers fumbled to unbutton his shirt. Once she managed the feat, she slipped her hand inside the parted material and caressed his chest, plucked at his stiff nipples with exploring fingers, and slid her palm lower, over his abdomen. His stomach muscles contracted in response, and he drew in a quick, harsh breath.
Her hand stilled. “Can I touch you?” she whispered, and he heard the threads of uncertainty in her voice.
His mouth lifted in a sinful grin he tossed her way. “Sweetheart, you are touching me.”
“I want…” Her voice faded away, and she swallowed, then tried again, this time with more determination. “I want to touch you the way you touched me out on the dance floor.”
His pulse raced, and his groin throbbed, recognizing the pleasurable ramifications inherent in her request. He’d agreed to show her how to satisfy a man, but he’d never expected her curiosity to emerge while he was attempting to drive a car. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to refuse her request because he ached to feel her hands on him—all over.
Lifting her hand, he drew her palm down to the rock-hard bulge straining against the fly of his pants and curled her fingers tightly around his erection. “This is what you do to me,” he said, wanting to make sure she was well aware of her effect on him.
She looked into his eyes with something akin to wonder and fascination before he had to return his attention to the road. But that glimpse of enchantment was nearly his undoing, as was the tentative way she squeezed and fondled him through his slacks. She seemed unsure at first, but all it took was a low, encouraging groan from him to persuade her to be more assertive—to stroke the hot, rigid length of his erection against her palm, and learn the size and shape of him with the slow, firm slide of her fingers along his confined shaft.
By the time they arrived at her place, his blood was running hot and thick in his veins, his breath was coming fast and shallow, and he was damn close to erupting into a scalding release. He shut down the engine, removed her hand from his lap, and glanced her way.
A full moon glowed in the night sky and illuminated the interior of the vehicle, tipping the ends of Leah’s tousled hair in a silver halo effect. Except, at the moment, she didn’t look at all angelic. Her lips were parted and damp, her eyes shone with unquenched lust, and her expectant expression was turning him inside out with wanting her.
The modest, conservative girl he’d known for years had seemingly overnight evolved into a woman on a mission to destroy his restraint, and she’d nearly done just that!
“Will you come upstairs with me?” she asked huskily.
He’d nearly come right there, he thought, but kept the remark to himself. He’d promised Leah a sensual, uninhibited weekend filled with passion and seduction, and while he wanted her to remember everything about the first time they made love, he wasn’t about to take advantage of her inebriated state. However, there were many other pleasurable lessons to teach her that didn’t include actual consummation.
Besides, they had unfinished business to take care of that she’d started out on the dance floor right before they’d left. He could at least take the edge off all that suppressed desire stringing her tight. As for him, he’d have to take matters into his own hands later.
“Yeah, I’ll come upstairs with you,” he said, and buttoned up his shirt before they exited the vehicle.
Once they were inside her apartment with the door shut and locked behind them, she flicked on the living-room lamp and kicked off her strappy sandals. She leaned against the wall with a languid sigh and a naughty smile curving her lips, then reached for him. Grabbing him by the shirt, she pulled him close, giving him no choice but to brace his hands on the wall on either side of her head to keep from crushing her with his body.
She tipped her chin up so that her eyes met his and her delectable mouth was positioned inches below his. “I have to tell you, that last Blow Job I had was scrumptious.”
The sexual insinuation in her comment was like a well-placed stroke along his shaft, instigating vivid and arousing images of her tending to him in such a carnal way. The woman was too adept at throwing him curves when he least expected them, but he most definitely liked this improper side to Leah and had no qualms about playing along.
He raised a brow curiously. “What do you know about blow jobs?”
“I know they taste good,” she murmured, and licked her lips. “Real good. See for yourself.”
Curling a hand around the nape of his neck, she drew his mouth down to hers. She kissed him, openmouthed, hot, and deep, sharing the delicious flavor of the rich, sweet, coffee liqueur still lingering on her tongue.
Minutes later, she finally let their lips drift apart, and he grinned down at her. “That did taste good,” he agreed. “Now, what do you really know about blow jobs? The real thing and not the drink?” While his tone was teasing, he was extremely interested in hearing her answer.
She blinked at him, feigning confusion. “What do you mean?”
Oh, she knew exactly what he was referring to, and after her brazenness tonight, he wasn’t about to let her evade the risqué topic or slip behind a shield of modesty. “I mean oral sex, sweetheart,” he said, so there would be no misconstruing his meaning. “Pleasuring a man with your mouth, and vice versa. How much experience have you had?”
“Not much,” she said, a flush of embarrassment staining her cheeks, along with an endearing amount of vulnerability. She glanced away for a brief second before returning her gaze to his and lifting her chin to a rebellious slant. “All right, ‘not much’ is a lie. I don’t have any experience in oral sex at all.”
Chuckling at her indignation, he touched the pads of his fingers to her soft mouth. He skimmed his thumb across her plump bottom lip and was gratified to feel a tremor of response ripple through her. “Ahh, so you’re a virgin, at least in that respec
t.” He was amazed and ridiculously pleased by the notion.
“So I am,” she admitted, more easily this time. “But I’d like to learn. Will you teach me?”
Her eager request nearly brought him to his knees, literally, which would put him in the perfect position to worship her body with his mouth and tongue and fingers and give her a mindless lesson in those provocative pleasures. But as much as that fantasy excited him, he wasn’t sure she was in the right frame of mind to make that leap to such an intimate act so soon. So he decided to improvise.
“I promised to teach you whatever you want to know,” he said, and led her to the couch in the living room. “So, if you’re ready for a lesson in oral sex, and what a real blow job is like, then let’s do it.”
She sat down, an avid student, and he settled in close beside her, making sure she was relaxed against the soft sofa cushions. “We’ll start with you first.” Because there was no way in hell he’d last with her mouth and tongue on any part of his anatomy.
Picking up her hand, he skimmed his finger along the webbing of skin between her thumb and forefinger. “Imagine, for the sake of this lesson, that this crease right here is the lips of your sex.”
His frank monologue didn’t shock her, and she shivered as he stroked that spot again. “It’s very sensitive.”
“It should be,” he said, and gently bit down on the pad of skin just below her thumb, making her gasp. “Imagine how sensitive you are between your legs, along your cleft, and when you add lots of wetness and lots of tongue, like a French kiss, it feels incredibly good.” Fastening his mouth along that ridge of flesh between her fingers, he simulated the technique, licking slowly, sucking gently and using his tongue to stroke and lap softly.
Her arm went lax, and her eyes rolled back as a low, throaty moan escaped her. “Jace…”
The one word was filled with such aching need, matching the same hunger pulsing through his shaft. But he wasn’t done with this particular lesson, not until she learned what it was like to give him the same kind of erotic attention.
Releasing her hand, he touched his index finger to her lips and exerted a gentle, persistent pressure. “Now it’s my turn,” he said huskily, and eased closer so he could kiss her cheek, her jaw. “Open your mouth and let me inside.”
Her eyes smoldered with blue fire as she parted her lips and let him slip his finger into the warm, sleek, wetness of her mouth.
His stomach and thighs tightened reflexively, and he forced himself to concentrate on instructing her. “When it comes to pleasuring a man with your mouth, the best way to describe what you’re going to do is pretend his erect penis is your favorite flavor of Popsicle. You’re going to lick and suck and swirl your tongue along the length and over the tip.”
Grasping his wrist, she pushed his finger deeper into her mouth, then slowly withdrew the length along the tantalizing stroke of her tongue. His cock stiffened painfully, all hot, thick sensation gathering between his legs.
“Mmm, cherry,” she whispered, a sensual smile curving her lips as she immersed herself in the lesson.
He let her take over, let her experiment any way she wished, and imagined her mouth elsewhere, where he was excruciatingly hard and throbbing for release. And what she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in eagerness. She teased him with her tongue and lightly grazed his taut skin with her teeth, then sucked him back into the silky depths of her mouth and flicked and swirled her tongue along the sides and tip of his finger. Her eyes fluttered closed, her rapturous expression reflecting her enjoyment of the act as she continued to increase his excitement and whittle away at his restraint.
She didn’t think she had what it took to seduce a man, yet he was drowning in her innate sensuality, dying to rip off her panties and just take her right then and there, with little finesse. When she adopted an instinctive up and down rhythm while sucking him, his control completely shattered.
Pulling his finger from her mouth, he replaced it with the heat of his lips on hers and kissed her urgently, insistently. Deeply. She whimpered and speared her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck as her mouth opened wider beneath his for the hot, sexual thrust of his tongue.
She was just as wild and feverish as he felt. Knowing what her body craved after all that mental and physical stimulation, he shifted closer, pressing his aroused body against hers, and eased her down so that she was stretched out on the couch beneath him. With his mouth still fastened to hers, he wedged his knee between her legs, opening them for him, and slid a hand beneath the hem of her dress and up the back of her thigh. He smoothed his palm over a rounded hip, followed the elastic band of her panties downward to the very heart of her femininity. Then he slipped his fingers beneath the thin barrier of silk so he could graze his thumb along the soft, swollen folds of her sex.
She was hot and wet, drenched with desire, and her low moan and the way she arched into his touch were all the permission he needed to finish what he’d started with her. Wrenching his mouth from hers, he stared down into her beautiful face, and her trusting expression caused his heart to punch hard in his chest.
With effort, he continued. “Imagine my mouth right here,” he murmured, and caressed her slowly, spreading her wetness upward, over her clitoris. “My soft tongue teasing, then pressing deeper…”
She tossed her head back and rolled her hips sinuously against his fingers, and then she was unraveling, coming in soft pants that turned into a long, ragged groan as her body shook from the force of her orgasm. But instead of her climax sating her, it seemed to inflame her even more. Within moments of her release she was shifting beneath him on the couch, spreading her legs wider, urging him between.
Before he realized her intent, she reached for the waistband of his pants, unzipped his fly, and tugged his slacks over his hips to his thighs. She cupped his erection in her hand through his briefs and, amazingly, he grew longer and thicker with each stroke of her fingers.
His breath hissed out between his teeth and barely able to hold back his own needs any longer, he caught her wrist, then her other hand, and pinned them both above her head to keep him in control. He knew the drinks she’d had at the night club were partly responsible for loosening her inhibitions, and while he refused to make love to her without her being completely lucid, there was no denying what both of them wanted. He could at least give her, and himself, this bit of pleasure.
Capturing her mouth with his, he rubbed his shaft against her cleft, deeply and rhythmically. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist and arched up into him, causing wet silk to rasp against the soft cotton briefs confining his swollen penis. He imagined thrusting inside her without the barrier of clothing between them, imagined being surrounded by her slick heat and softness, and when she strained against him and cried out as she climaxed a second time, that’s all it took to send him right over the edge with her.
His breath hissed out between his teeth, and he shuddered as he came, his own release pumping out hard and fast and scalding hot, draining him, more than just physically. He buried his face against her neck with a groan, and it took a few minutes for him to regain his bearings. When he finally lifted his head and met her gaze, she smiled up at him, her features replete and content.
“Thank you for that very enlightening and enjoyable lesson,” she said softly, her lashes falling slumberously.
“It was my pleasure.” He kissed her on the lips and eased up off her. “I’ll be right back,” he said, and made a quick trip to the bathroom.
When he returned, she was right where he’d left her, with her hands still above her head, the hem of her dress bunched around her hips, and her thighs splayed. She looked deliciously rumpled, and if it wasn’t for the fact that she’d fallen asleep, he wouldn’t have had the willpower to resist her a second time.
But the night’s events had finally caught up to her, and it was time for him to go, no matter how much he wanted to stay.
“Come on, Sleeping Beauty,”
he murmured as he scooped her up from the couch and adjusted her in his arms. “Let’s get you into bed where you belong.”
With a soft sigh, she snuggled against his chest as he carried her into her bedroom, and damn if she didn’t feel as though she belonged in his arms, and in his solitary life, as more than just a friend. As more than just a temporary, weekend lover.
He helped her remove her dress and bra, and smiled when he realized that he hadn’t spent much time on those small, perfectly shaped breasts. But there was still tomorrow and more lessons to teach her, and he’d be sure to give those sweet mounds of flesh the attention they deserved.
By the time he pulled the covers up around Leah and tucked her in, she was already fast asleep, her breathing deep and even. He stood there and watched her for a few minutes longer, aching to crawl into that bed beside her and hold her close instead of heading back to his own quiet, lonely house and equally empty, lonely bed.
He was in way over his head, deeper than he’d ever allowed himself to admit to before. And he was no longer sure what to do about those growing feelings that made him wish for the impossible with her.
LEAH WALKED into Jace’s Auto Repair the following afternoon with a light bounce to her step and a sensual confidence she’d lacked the day before when she’d come to proposition him. In the span of twenty-four hours, she’d gone from a woman who hadn’t had the nerve to seduce a man with a Sexcapades invitation, to an impetuous female who was going after what she wanted, without guilt or regrets, and was reaping the pleasurable benefits of being so spontaneous and unreserved.
Last night with Jace, at the nightclub and then later at her apartment, she’d been daring and adventurous and willing to experiment, in a way she’d never been able to with any other man. Jace had brought out the wanton in her, and it had felt amazingly wonderful to be so fearlessly sexual, to openly enjoy his attention and his tutoring—and to know that she had the ability to tie him up in knots, as well.