“I love having my nipples played with.”
“So you will let me clamp them?”
“God, yes.”
He was ordering clamps tomorrow. “I think I’ll put a nice, thick dildo on that order form, too,” he told her. “You’re so damned tight. I don’t know if I can get in.”
She shuddered, her pelvic muscles tightening hard. “Caleb.”
She was still pinching her nipple and her hips rocked against his hand.
“Get one with a vibrator, too,” she said. “I come so hard with a vibrator on my clit.”
Now he shuddered. “You don’t have a vibrator?”
She bit her bottom lip but nodded.
“You do?”
“Yes.”
“You think of me when you use it?”
“Every time.”
He fucking loved that. He rubbed his thumb over her clit. “You imagine me sucking on you right here?”
“Yes.”
“How about my fingers?” He was still circling the sweet bud, and she was tightening around his fingers as they moved in and out.
“Yes.”
“I want to see that sometime. I want to watch you getting yourself off with that vibrator.”
She whimpered.
“Maybe I’ll tie your legs to my bed. Nice and wide.”
He felt her pussy clench his fingers as she moaned.
“Or maybe I’ll use the vibrator on you and then lick you clean after you come.”
Again, she tightened hard on him.
“Right now, I want to feel you come on my fingers, though.” He leaned in and sucked hard on one nipple as he pumped his fingers deep, curling against her G-spot and pressing on her clit.
She ground against his hand and after three deep strokes, she cried out, clamping down on his fingers.
“Fuck. Lex, need you.”
“Yes.”
He knew she thought he meant he wanted her on his cock, but he had another idea. He grabbed her hips, swung around to lie on the cushions, pulling her up and over him. Then moving her up to his mouth. He squeezed her ass as he licked and sucked, the sweetness between her legs the best thing he’d ever had on his tongue. He thrust his tongue deep, lapping it up, then sucking her clit hard. She came again, gasping his name, the hottest, best sound he’d ever heard.
He held her there as the ripples went through her body, then he let her slide down until her head was resting on his chest.
Her body was spent, pliant against his, as he stroked his hand up and down her back. She was hot, smelled like sex and bubblegum, and so soft and silky. He wanted to take her over and over again. He wanted to make her cry out like that. He wanted to give her pleasure. He wanted to wring her out.
This submission thing was going to work out very, very well.
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He hadn’t even taken his shirt off.
The thought occurred to Lexi, dimly, in the back of her mind. The very tiny corner that wasn’t currently firing all synapses at holy-shit-that-was-amazing level.
It was kind of hot that he hadn’t gotten undressed. That he’d made her strip and done all of those delicious things to her. Not with her. To her.
Yes, she wanted to be his partner. She wanted him to need her, too. But this embodied that. It might not seem like it on one level, but she’d led this. He’d done all of this for her.
And he’d done it so, so well.
As her breathing returned to normal, she wiggled against him. That had all been amazing. And there was so much left to come—he seemed on board with tying her up and lots of other fun. But she really wanted him naked and moving under—or over—her.
The next thing she felt was his hands clamped on her ass, holding her still. “Not tonight, Lex.” His deep voice rumbled in her ear.
She lifted her head. “Why not?”
One of his eyebrows rose. “Because I said so.”
“But—”
He swatted her. The sharp contact making her gasp. And squirm.
“If you want to do this, you have to go along with what I say,” he told her. “I decide what fills your pussy up. And when.”
God, his dirty talk was perfect. She felt a deep, needy ache start again. She licked her lips. He was testing her. How much did she really want this? Did she really know what she wanted? Yes, she definitely did. “Okay.”
His hand rubbed over the spot where he’d spanked her. “That’s my girl.”
That made that ache intensify. But she loved it. And she’d known it—Caleb was really good at this.
“Now, go to bed.”
She pushed herself up off of him. She looked at him, sprawled out on the couch, looking big and gorgeous and hot and in charge. His gaze tracked over her naked body and she soaked up the heat of it.
“Sleep naked,” he told her.
She felt the corner of her mouth quirk, and she thought about sassing him with “are you going to come in and check?” but she just nodded. She noted the pleased look he gave her and hid her smile until she’d turned to retrieve her clothes. She bent over, giving him a full look at her and heard the soft growl behind her. Clutching her clothes to her chest, she grabbed her purse and faced him again. “Good night.”
“’Night, Lex.”
Her name always sounded affectionate when he said it, she realized, but now it sounded affectionate and sexy as hell.
She started for the stairs.
“And, Lex?” he asked.
She turned back. “Yeah?”
“No using your vibrator.”
Surprised she said, “I already had two orgasms. Why would I?”
“Because you’re going to go upstairs and replay all of this and get worked up again.”
Yeah, he was right. “How about my fingers?”
“How about you remember that that pussy is now mine and I decide when you get to come and when you don’t.”
Holy. Crap. She swallowed hard and nodded. Then realized that he wasn’t even looking at her. He just expected her to do what he said. That was hot. “Okay.”
“Okay.”
She made it upstairs and slumped against her door, breathing deeply in and out. She’d started this. And he was everything she’d hoped he’d be.
Lexi and the kids were still in bed when Caleb left for work the next morning.
A huge fire broke out on the docks, requiring Caleb to work an additional six hours. Lexi was at work by the time he picked the kids up from Bea. Then the ER got slammed just before seven, and Lexi ended up working another two and a half hours.
And that was how it went for the next four days. They both worked long hours and came home exhausted. They talked, but only briefly in the foyer, rather than on the couch. They were back to where they’d been before. Talking only in passing, discussing the kids and their work schedules only.
It occurred to Lexi that it was everything she’d been happy with up until she’d moved in with him.
And now it wasn’t enough.
Her body flushed and hummed every time she walked past the couch. She fell asleep thinking of Caleb every night. She thought about him during her shifts at work, keeping track of little details that she wanted to be sure to tell Caleb about. She missed and craved the talking as much as his touch.
Wednesday night she climbed the front steps at the normal time. Finally.
She felt her heart pounding. She didn’t know if Caleb would be awake. She knew he’d had several long days and wouldn’t blame him for being in bed already.
But she hoped he’d be awake. She missed him. That was crazy, of course. They saw each other all the time. They slept just down the hall from one another every night. But she wanted to talk to him.
And kiss him.
So tonight, even if he was in bed, she was going to go to his room. And kiss him. At least.
She opened the door and locked it behind her. Then she took a deep breath. Could she seduce Caleb?
She glanced toward the couch. Oh, yes, she definite
ly could.
But then something caught her eye.
There was something draped over the back of the couch. It looked like a dress. Kind of.
She kicked her shoes off and moved into the living room. Closer to the couch. And the…cheerleading uniform.
There was a note pinned to the front of it.
Miss Scott, Get undressed. Put this on. Wait to be called into my office. Coach Moreau.
A shiver of excitement and heat went through her.
Caleb wasn’t in bed.
She dropped her bag and unpinned the note. Her body was covered in goose bumps as she stripped out of her scrubs, bra, and panties and it wasn’t because the house was cool. It was the heat of Caleb being willing to play with her.
And a cheerleader, huh? She hadn’t thought of that one. This might be a fun way of finding out some of his fantasies, too.
She pulled the skirt on and then the fitted top. It fit like a glove and she wondered briefly how he’d known her size. With her curves it was sometimes hard to find things that fit at the waist and on top. Then she moved her arms and realized that the top probably didn’t pull up this high on girls with smaller breasts—there was a lot of bare midriff here—and the skirt probably hung lower on their thighs.
Lexi grinned and she slipped the white tennis shoes on. She hoped she wasn’t going to have any of it on for very long so it didn’t really matter how it fit.
She licked her lips and looked around. No bra, no panties, not even socks. Okay, so she’d followed the directions. She took a seat on the sofa and waited.
By the time she heard the door to Caleb’s office open, she was jumpy, her body humming with anticipation and desire.
“Miss Scott, I’m ready for you.”
His deep voice and the “Miss Scott” thing sent tingles racing through her body. Lexi stood, smoothed the front of her skirt, pulled the top down as far as it would go, wet her lips, and turned.
Caleb stood in the doorway across the foyer, his hands on his hips, watching her with a hard-to-read expression. As she stepped around the edge of the couch, her heart hammering in her chest, he looked her up and down. But he didn’t give any indication about what he was feeling about seeing her in this uniform. He stepped back. “This way, please.”
The office had been his brother-in-law’s office and she wasn’t even sure what Stephen had done for a living. She’d never seen Caleb use it, but it held a huge oak desk with a high-backed leather chair, a set of big, floor-to-ceiling bookcases, and file cabinets. She’d only been in the room a couple of times to get a copy of Shay’s current immunizations and the warranty on the washing machine out of the file cabinet.
But it wasn’t the wood-and-leather office that was causing her stomach to tighten and her core to ache. It was Caleb. He was dressed in slacks and a button-down dress shirt, complete with a tie.
She had seen him dress up like this only twice before. Once for a funeral for a fellow firefighter, and once for a luncheon with the mayor.
He was pulling off the tie look. Times a thousand. She loved him in jeans, and seeing him in his uniform got her about halfway to an orgasm just from looking, but there was something about this that really fired her blood. And it wasn’t the tie—though that was very nice. It was that this was unusual. It was not what he was comfortable in. And he was doing it for her.
“Have a seat.”
His voice was low and commanding and Lexi responded immediately with a flood of heat in her bloodstream and her feet moving her directly for the chair that was positioned in front of the wide desk. That was not usually there. He’d set this up for their role-playing.
The chair was wooden with a padded leather seat, but the seat was very firm. And cold. The cool leather on the backs of her thighs and butt made her suck in a little breath. Especially since she didn’t have panties on.
Lexi was aware she was breathing fast and she worked to take deep breaths and relax.
Caleb moved around to the other side of the desk and sat.
“Do you know why you’re here, Miss Scott?” he asked. He pretended to sort through some of the papers on his desk.
She fought a little smile. “No, Sir,” she said softly.
His head came up at that and he pinned her with an intense look.
So he liked Sir, huh? Noted.
“It’s come to my attention that you’re a bit of a distraction in Mr. Jenkins’ class.”
She ducked her head. Damn, this was good. He was doing this for her. This was so not something she would have expected Caleb to ever be into, but he was making this happen for her. That was the hottest thing of all.
She toyed with the hem of her cheerleading skirt. Then smiled. Okay, so he was maybe a little into this. The cheerleading uniform was all his idea.
“I don’t mean to be,” she answered.
“Don’t you?” he asked. “Look at me, Miss Scott.”
She looked up.
“I think that perhaps you’re distracting Mr. Jenkins on purpose.”
“Why would I do that?” she asked.
“Because you can.” He leaned in, bracing his forearms on the desk. “I think that you’re very aware that you’re incredibly beautiful. I think that you know that you can’t walk into a room without the men tuning into every move you make. I think you expect to have men eating out of your hand. I also think that Mr. Jenkins is trying to do his job and he’s ignoring you and you simply can’t stand that.”
Lexi felt her body growing even warmer. Something in Caleb’s expression told her that he was talking about himself. He was tuned into every move she made. He thought she was incredibly beautiful. She had him eating out of her hand.
All of this was proof, wasn’t it? Role-playing was not something Caleb did. Except with her.
She swallowed. Then scooted back in the chair and crossed her legs, assuming a more bored, I’m-not-nervous-at-all attitude. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She put a little haughtiness into her voice now. She needed to play her role, too, and she’d decided that instead of the sweet, shy, straight-A student, she was going to be the bratty, mean-girl, prom queen who did, indeed, know how she affected men. Who’d gone through all of the boys in her class, and now that she’d turned eighteen was now moving on to the men around her.
“I think you do,” he said. “I think you’re very aware that every single male in our school wants to fuck you.”
She sucked in a little breath. “I know that a couple of the guys on your football team have a crush on me,” she said. “But I’m not interested. Are they the ones who told you I was distracting in class?”
“They are,” he said. “But it’s not just a couple, is it, Miss Scott? And you’re not flashing your pretty bare pussy just at them, are you?”
Lexi swallowed hard. And uncrossed her legs. She didn’t part her knees, much, but it was enough to draw Caleb’s attention to her thighs. “Well, it’s not my fault Mr. Jenkins is looking where he shouldn’t be.”
Caleb lifted a brow. “You’d be pretty upset if he didn’t look, wouldn’t you?”
She shrugged and shifted so her skirt rose a little higher. “Why do you care about what’s distracting Mr. Jenkins?”
“Because of the big test you’re all taking on Friday.”
“Oh, right, the test.”
“Two of my players are already almost failing the class, and if they fail that test they can’t play in the big championship game. But Mr. Jenkins hadn’t been going over the material adequately to prepare them. Because he can’t concentrate.”
Lexi fought a smile. That was a little bit of a reach as far as reasons went, but she didn’t care at all. This was really working for her.
“So you want me to drop that class?” she asked. “That’s not really fair, is it?”
“I want you to cover your pussy and wear a bra in that class,” he snapped.
Lexi’s eyes widened at the tone that sounded very real. He was getting into this. “I’m not
really comfortable in panties and bras,” she said. “They’re very restraining.”
He just looked at her for a long moment. Long enough to make her squirm for real. Then he nodded. “I thought maybe you’d say that. But I have a solution.”
“Okay.”
“We’re going to get all of this out of your system.”
Her eyebrows rose. “All of this?”
“This need to flaunt your gorgeous body in front of older men.”
She gripped the arms of the chair. Yes, please make me strip. “How are we going to do that?” she asked mildly.
“You’re going to be reviewing for the test with me. So that Mr. Jenkins can review the material with the rest of the class.”
“Oh, you’re going to…tutor…me?” she asked, clearly indicating that she had a different idea about what tutoring meant.
“Yes. I’m going to review the material with you for the test. One on one. Privately.”
She rolled her eyes like a good bitchy teenage girl would. “Fine. Whatever.”
“We’re going to start right now.”
“Whatever.”
“Show me.”
She lifted a brow. “Show you what?”
He leaned back in his chair, propping one ankle on his opposite knee. “Show me how you sit in Mr. Jenkins’ class.”
Ah. She wet her lips again, her pulse pounding. Then she opened her knees and lifted her skirt far enough that he could see everything.
He just looked. Took it all in. Her nipples beaded and pressed against the front of her top and she had to work not to start panting.
“Name the two lower leg bones.”
She blinked at him. Lower leg bones. So Mr. Jenkins must teach anatomy. Lexi grinned for a second before she hid it again. Caleb had picked anatomy because they would both know the answers, at least the basics. “The tibia and the fibula,” she said.
“Very good. So you have paid some attention.”
She nodded. “I’m good at multitasking.”
“Are you? Not easily distracted yourself?”
She shook her head. “No, Sir.”
Caleb’s eyes flared. “Well, let’s see. Pull your top up.”
“Off?” she asked, sitting a little straighter.
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