Work For It

by Ashley Bostock

  His finger traced the sheen against her womanly folds, circling her clit with his finger and then repeating the motion again. Her legs fell open wider as she leaned her head against the cupboard behind her. Dylan teased her softly, prolonging his beautiful view. He kissed the insides of her thigh as he continued drawing imaginary hearts against her clit and her slick lips.

  He knew he was doing right by Lina when she started to squirm in her seat. She wanted more. But he was going to make her work for it. She was going to have to ask for what she wanted.

  “That feel good, sweetheart?” His mouth moved to the bend in her thigh, right next to her glorious bliss. He just barely dipped his finger inside of her.

  “Yes. I need more.”

  “What do you need? Tell me.”

  “I need more of you.”

  Dylan leaned back in his chair, allowing his hand to drop from her center. He gave her his famous grin even though her eyes were half way closed. “In what way? Say it, Lina.”

  She tilted her head away from the cupboard and fully opened her eyes. “I want your fingers in me. I want you to show me how your tongue has as much stamina as the rest of your body, just like you promised.” Then she gave him that sassy smile of hers. “Unless that was all just talk.”

  God, her sassiness turned him the fuck on. Not to mention the fact that it elevated his competitive levels to the highest platform to show her how good he could make her feel. Without tearing his gaze from hers, Dylan slipped his fingers into her heat. She clenched around him and he couldn’t imagine a more beautiful sight. Well, maybe just one more. When he sank his cock deep into her.

  Her golden hair was spread around her shoulders and some of the honey strands dazzled against the artificial lighting from the kitchen. His mind felt fuzzy, his stomach skittish. He couldn’t breathe. Her lips were a deep pink and slightly parted as he pushed his fingers inside and withdrew them to their tips in a slow, controlled manner.

  Yeah, the only thing more beautiful than this was going to be watching her expression when he nudged the tip of his cock into her pussy. It was just a matter of time.

  “Do it faster, Dylan.”

  “I will. Give me a minute, woman. This is my thing right now. You just keep that sassy mouth of yours closed while I please you.”

  She raised her brow as if she was going to counter him and he raised his in a silent command. He could see that she wanted to be boss, but with his fingers sliding in and out of her slickness, he knew he had the upper hand.

  For now.

  She relented. Leaning her head back and closing her eyes.

  “Thought I was gonna have to spank you,” he said.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Sexually, she was turning into a whole new woman. Spanking didn’t sound like such a bad thing when he looked at her like she was the queen to his king. But she was going to have to take matters into her own hands if he didn’t start doing something. This slow torture was literally about to kill her.

  What felt like an eternity later, Dylan finally placed his mouth against her clit. Slow and agonizing at first, he kissed her, and his tongue darted out. Oh yeah. The beginning of his tongue tricks. She knew that by giving him a hard time—no pun intended—he’d step up to the plate. She was learning Dylan was competitive when he needed to be and put maximum effort into everything he did, and she was using that to her advantage.

  His mouth started moving in glorious rotations against her pussy. He’d kiss then flick his tongue against her clit. Pull it into his mouth and gently roll it between his teeth. Not even the hard countertop was stopping her from enjoying the bliss of his breath and deft fingers as he did his thing.

  The long sought after feeling started in her toes, curling them in tight like a ribbon against Dylan’s broad back. The tingles traveled up her legs and along the insides of her thighs as Dylan’s tempo increased. He was definitely coming through on all his filthy promises as her orgasm pulsed out against his tongue.

  He stilled his fingers up to the hilt inside her as she rode her orgasm out, knowing her moans might likely be heard from next door. But she didn’t care. She didn’t care that it wasn’t the most comfortable spot to have a snack as Dylan put it, and she sure as hell didn’t care who heard her.

  She couldn’t believe she’d given this up for working sixty hours a week. What a rip off.

  Dylan leaned back, and his signature smile melted her into an even bigger puddle. Her eyes flickered to her wet mess he’d created. She was slick and red from his teasing, her thighs were pink from the friction of his beard. Holy hell. She could see the tremble in her limbs as his strong hands unlocked her legs from around his head.

  He stood, holding her legs out and spread open, helping her so she didn’t tremble right off the ledge.

  “You’re fucking hot,” he said in a tight voice.

  The large bulge beneath his boxers sent new shivers throughout her body. She wanted him so badly. She wanted to feel the connection between them, skin to skin.

  She reached out and dipped her fingers into his shorts.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “Exploring,” she answered as her fingertips smoothed along the crown of his dick. So smooth. So soft. She pulled his briefs down so that his impressively large balls held them in place, stopping the cloth from shimmying back up.

  She fisted his cock.

  She took in everything about him. The ruddy color of his length. The vein pulsing against her hand. She stroked him in slow, tight strokes from the tip of his smooth crown to the base. She finally dared a glance at his face.

  Her heart skipped. He was watching her. His green eyes so inquisitive, so deep, like he knew what she was thinking. He knew what she wanted so maybe he did know what she was thinking.

  “Does it feel okay?” she asked.

  He nodded, his eyes still laser focused on her. What was he thinking about? She continued stroking him as they stared into each other’s eyes. She could see flecks of blue in his green, and she literally felt like she was being spun into his depths. Her soul, her being. Her mind, her heart.

  She blinked and broke eye contact, focusing on the task at hand.

  “I’m not going to come like this,” he told her in that confident voice of his.

  Her shoulders dropped. Was that what she was trying to do? Jack him off? No. She was only reveling in the feel of him. Enjoying the way he felt so heavy and smooth against the palm of her hand. So thick.

  She pulled her shoulders back. “Good. I have other plans for you.”

  She pushed against his bare chest making him step back and she used the chair to step off the counter. She sat. His cock inches from her mouth.

  Right where she wanted it to be.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Dylan wasn’t sure if this was a great idea. Her lips came in contact with the tip of his dick. It was a great idea. The thought of being inside her sassy mouth was enough to drive him to the brink of coming. He hadn’t done anything sexual—blowjobs or otherwise—with anyone throughout the duration of his bet.

  She was his first in a little over eight months. He had no regrets. But with her mouth opening slowly around his girth and her tongue sliding underneath, he feared with four days left, he seriously might break his bet.

  The way she was slowly breaking him.

  She took him in her mouth in her classically slow pace. There came that fuzzy feeling in his brain again. Her grip tightened around him as she moved it in time with her mouth.

  Agonizingly fucking slow.

  “Is this payback?” he managed to voice over her lazy yet sure strokes and tongue action.

  She stopped. Eyes up on him.

  Holy fuck. This might be the most beautiful sight.

  Her eyes sparkled with mischief. Her lips, tight around him, glistened with wetness. His cock, halfway in her mouth and halfway out, glistened with wetness too. His knees quivered.

  Why was he noticing small details? It had to do with th
e bet. He’d been with other women plenty of times and never cared about the way they looked straddling his tongue or choking on his dick.

  Why Lina?

  Before he could place too much stake into that, she took him all the way in her mouth. Her eyes stayed glued to his the whole time. Fuck. His balls tightened, and he knew it wouldn’t take long, and he could release any minute.

  A sudden pounding on their front door had Lina jumping up from her seat.

  “Shit. Who is that?”

  Dylan pulled his shorts up. “Hell I don’t know. You go up. I’ll answer.”

  He watched Lina’s curvy ass as she gathered up her clothes and ran from the room as he pulled on his jeans ready to answer the door.

  “I’m coming,” he yelled at the persistent knocker. He pulled the door open, the brisk wind cooling off his heated body.

  Martha. Of course.

  While he wanted to kill her right now for interrupting the most important moment of his life for the past eight months, he bit his tongue. “Martha.”

  She eyed the condo suspiciously behind him. “We clear?”

  “She’s upstairs. What are you doing?” His tone was sharp, but he couldn’t help it.

  “Lunch. My place. Day after tomorrow,” she winked.

  Their date. He’d happily forgotten about that the second he and Lina went riding on the snowmobile. Knowing he was a celebrity, and she had him by the balls, of course she was eager for him to hold up his end of the bargain.

  She was clearly a number one fan.

  He agreed. “Two days. I’ll be there at twelve thirty.”

  She folded her arms across her chest in confidence. “Perfect. See you then. If I don’t see you before.” She waved at him and was gone.

  He hoped like hell he didn’t see her before then. Martha was the distraction he didn’t need. Surely he could think of a way to get out of it. But if he didn’t follow through, he knew without a doubt Martha would march right over here and tell Lina who he was.

  So aside from leaving the condo, which he damn well wasn’t ready to do because that meant leaving Lina, he was stuck for lunch at Martha’s.

  “Who was it?”

  Lina stepped down from the stairwell and to hell if his dick didn’t twitch at the memory of what her mouth was doing to him moments ago. He had been a pussy hair away from breaking his bet.

  Nah. He couldn’t.

  No matter how tempting she was.

  He cleared his head. “Martha. She asked if I could help her put together a stationary bike.” The lie came out too easy. He glanced away from her furrowed brow.

  “Right now?” Lina shook her head job disbelief. “That woman is something else. Doesn’t she know we’re trying to avoid people?”

  “Apparently she does not. But it’s no big deal. It won’t take long. She said it’s supposed to come in another day or two.”

  Lina protruded her hip out. “What should we do in the meantime?”

  Not what they’d been doing. Not when he’d gotten that close to saying to hell with the stupid bet. Lina was right, it was childish and immature. Something he should have done when he was twenty-four, not in his thirties. If he thought he could actually lie to his friends, he would be tempted to do that. But he trusted those guys with his life and there was no way, or no one, who could break that.

  So as sweet as fucking Lina sounded, he wasn’t about to break his moral code. Especially for a woman.

  “Binge on some TV? Go back outside?”

  He saw the defeated look that briefly passed over her eyes before she smiled. “TV. What’s your favorite?”

  He followed her into the living room, quashing any further thoughts about Lina and his stupid bet. Tonight would be no different than any of the other nights where he’d jack off alone and relieve the uncomfortable pressure in his balls.

  Chapter Fifteen

  He hadn’t even kissed her. Unless you counted brief pecks on her cheek and forehead.

  She could see where eight months of no sex for a guy would be too long. Enough to bring a man to his breaking point. He needed to take a step back. That would explain why he’d been keeping her at arm’s length lately. Yes, that had to be what it was. She was dying to get her hands on him. Had even dreamt about touching him and what it would be like to make him come in her hands or mouth. On her breasts, if he so desired.

  Lina shook her naughty thoughts away. This condo was turning docile, impeccably dressed prude Lina into a yoga-pant-wearing dirty-minded girl. She’d never acted brazen before, never really seduced a man. What did one do? Tell him her idea about letting him come on her breasts?

  She didn’t want Dylan to break his bet or anything like that—although that would be a good ego boost—it turned her on more that he had morals. It showed character. Dedication. Commitment. Integrity. Those traits were a huge turn on.

  All of those deeper things coupled with his easygoing attitude and kindness, had her feeling like maybe they could take this a step further and perhaps out of Pine Lake. They got along well together. She was surprised at how well. For being a random stranger that showed up on her doorstep, there honestly couldn’t have been a more perfect guy. Looks and all.

  She had a few pairs of shorts and decided that was what she’d need to wear to seduce Dylan. To remind him what he was missing out on with some skin action. She craved the feel of his chest hair brushing against her peaked nipples. She was nearly dying with desire at the idea of making him come.

  She’d hardly seen much of him this morning after their workout, both going to their separate rooms to do their own thing. She suspected it was his way of avoiding her too. Her body ached in places she hadn’t known could ache after their very first session. Her muscles weren’t nearly as sore as they had been the other day. But now, she feared tonight it might be her legs. Even though Dylan had insisted he was going easy on her, she’d never imagined they’d do thirty-six squats! It had been tough. Dylan of course hadn’t stopped at thirty-six and in fact had done another circuit once he’d allowed her to finish.

  Secretly, she was enjoying their workouts together. When the sweat dripped down her back like a waterfall, it made her feel good to know she was accomplishing something. She was doing something for herself and even though it was tough, it made her feel great. That was a step in the right direction for the new her.

  The new writer. Well, part-time writer.

  She loved that title. It was so much better than Lina the Ball Buster.

  Her book was progressing very nicely even though she and Dylan had been binging on Andy Griffith reruns. She was already working on chapter eight, and ever since Dylan showed up, it seemed as if the words were just pouring out of her. Maybe he was her muse. He was clearly inspiring. All of the deep muscles in his arms and stomach. The strong lines in his broad back. The way his green eyes darkened when he made her come. How his workouts were so tough, and yet he took them in stride, doing them like they weren’t a big deal, even though he was drenched in sweat.

  She especially liked the way he touched her. That was everything to write a book about. Not just the sexual touches. The way his fingers twirled her hair over her shoulder absentmindedly as they watched TV.

  “Knock knock,” Dylan’s low voice brought her out of her day dream. She glanced at her door where Dylan stood wearing one of his many Dirty Gains shirts. He didn’t wear any other brand as far as she could tell. This one was long sleeved and gray, highlighting the deep brown scruff on his face which made his green eyes stand out.

  Her heart skipped.

  He made her so happy.

  She gave him a genuine smile. “Come in.” She patted the bed next to where she was sitting. He glanced at her hand, then at her. She didn’t miss the fact that his eyes roamed over her legs. Point for Lina. He looked unsure as he hedged forward. He must really be warring with himself over the bet.

  “I won’t bite, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

  He chuckled. “I’m not afra
id of you biting. I’m afraid that I want you biting me and what I’ll do to you when that happens.”

  Heat sizzled through her veins.

  “I respect your bet. If you’d rather I not touch you any more, I can do that.” She hoped. It’d be tough, but she thought she could manage.

  He rested against her headboard, stretching his legs out on her bed. He pulled her onto his lap so she straddled him. She could feel him. So hard. His hands gripped her hips tight as he held her in place.

  “You not touching me is the last thing I want. Bet or not,” he said.

  She moved forward, glad she put her flimsy shorts on. There were hardly any barriers between them. She placed her hands on his chest. His heart beat a little faster than steady. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

  “You’re slowly going to be the death of me.” His hands moved as he flexed his hips allowing for some friction between her legs. Dear God.

  Unable to waste another minute, she leaned in closer. Her lips almost touching his. “We don’t have to have sex, Dylan. Just let me please you.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  The problem was that she was pleasing him. Way. Too. Much. The way she filled out those short shorts she was wearing was nearly undoing him. Her curvy hips, all glorious looking as she straddled him, were beginning to be more than he’d ever bargained for when he stepped foot inside Pine Lake.

  He groaned and pulled her into him as much as he could, as his lips landed on hers. He had been avoiding her. He regretted every second of it the instant her tongue sank into his mouth. She coaxed his mouth open a little more and sucked on his tongue. He loved how she was stealing all his moves and using them on him. She nibbled against his bottom lip and he easily slipped his fingers into her panties.

  She never disappointed him. She was always wet. Hot. Ready for him every time. She pressed back.

  “I want to please you this time.”

  Yeah, she’d mentioned that. After that short episode in the kitchen, he wasn’t sure he could handle it. Was it unmanly to come in under a minute? Yes. Which was why he was avoiding her slow hands. Every time she touched him, he felt like he could blow in five seconds flat.