Instructing Sarah

by Rainey, Anne

  “Good

  morning,

  Greg,”

  Sarah

  mumbled, her voice hoarse from screaming out her climaxes. She’s tiny, but she has a big voice and isn’t afraid to use it, he thought with smug pride. His fair little princess had been an eager and wild participant last night and, judging by the dampness that surrounded his cock, that feeling hadn’t abated one iota.

  “Good morning, Sarah,” he said, and then flipped her over so that he covered her with his body. Her breath came out in a whoosh and his smile turned devilish as he descended on her already erect nipple. This morning he was beyond niceties, all he wanted was to be deep inside of her. He sucked her turgid peak into the wet cavern of his mouth, flicking back and forth with his tongue. She arched into him, giving him more, giving him whatever he craved. Greg licked and bit and then switched to her other beautiful tit. He used his hands to plump them together and he nuzzled his face into her cleavage. Languorously, Greg made his way down her body, lapping and nibbling at her rib cage until he reached her belly where he let his tongue dip into her little button. She pleaded with him, saying his name over and over and he finally gave in.

  Pushing her legs wide, he dipped his tongue into her hot opening. At the first contact, Sarah’s hands were in his hair, grasping handfuls and pushing his face against her. He sucked her sweet little clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. She vaulted up, coming and shouting his name in wild abandon.

  Greg moved off her and stretched across the bed to grab a condom. Sarah’s eyes never once left his face. She watched with an eerie intensity and there was something in her eyes, something she wanted to say, but he couldn’t think about any of that now.

  “Roll to your stomach, baby, and get up on your hands and knees. I want to fuck you from behind this time.”

  Her face colored and Greg was afraid he’d pushed his little innocent a bit too far with his request, but she surprised him and turned over, pushing up on all fours, making his cock pump madly. He moved, not even fully aware of doing so, getting behind her and using his knee to spread her legs wider for his invasion. He clutched her hips and pulled her back against his straining erection, eliciting a groan from him and a whimper from her.

  “Oh God, Sarah. You have the most tempting little pussy, so pretty and soft.”

  Her pink vulva and pearly clit were completely visible in the early morning light and he wanted to take the time to fill himself with the beauty of her, but his lower body had other ideas. His cock pushed into her tight entrance, and in one silky glide, he was imbedded completely inside Sarah’s heat. When she reached between her legs and grasped his balls, massaging and squeezing, he lost it. He started thrusting into her, impaling her in a mad rush for that one elusive thing that only Sarah gave him. It was as if his body already recognized the scent and sight of her and his greedy cock wanted her. Only her. Only Sarah gave him this blind, crazed feeling and he wouldn’t give that up, not for anything in the world.

  Suddenly, her supple hips pushed backwards against him and she shouted,

  “Please, Greg, harder! I need you so badly!”

  Greg’s smile was devilish as he vowed, “Anything my lady wants, my lady gets.”

  It was true, he was unable do deny her a single thing. Plunging over and over until his passion rocketed out of control, Greg lowered his body over hers, caging her in, surrounding her with his powerful strength. He bit down on her shoulder and sucked at her neck, causing blood to rush to the surface. She’d have his mark on her now. The thought gave him a predatory feeling deep in his core.

  Reaching a rough, calloused hand beneath her, Greg rubbed over her distended clit and claimed, “Mmm, this is my hot little pussy now, Sarah.” He meant it, he’d not be letting her go. It would kill him to do so and he wasn’t much into suicide.

  She arched and clenched around him then, her sex cupping his dick like a hot little fist and they both flew apart.

  * * * *

  They’d spent the morning luxuriating in each other’s bodies. First in the shower, where he’d washed every single inch of her with tender loving care. That had been heavenly. Then he’d dressed her in one of his t-shirts. Sarah had wanted something more to wear, but Greg had gruffly explained that she was lucky he gave her the t-shirt. Feeling gloriously female and content, she’d flounced into the kitchen to make him a huge breakfast of waffles and sausages. She’d fed him perched atop his lap. After she’d eaten, he’d lifted her to the counter and had taken her again. And so, the day went.

  Now, the time had come for her to leave and she was uncertain and nervous.

  He’d pleaded with her to stay; he’d explained that it was only Saturday and neither of them worked Sundays. Still, he hadn’t once said anything about wanting to see her again after their weekend was up.

  She supposed it was to be expected, considering she’d given him exactly what he’d wanted on their first date—sex and lots of it. Why should he bother for a second date?

  Sarah dressed in her badly wrinkled skirt and blouse, and tucked her bra in her purse. For the life of her, she couldn’t locate her panties. He’d told her not to bother with them, she only lived a few steps away and if he found them he’d bring them to her.

  Seeing his point, Sarah left. He promised to call her the next day, and then kissed her. It was a light peck, and compared to all the other hot, scorching kisses he’d bestowed on her so far, the good-bye kiss seemed so final and cold. She wasn’t holding out any hope of him calling, despite his promises to the contrary, but then it wasn’t as if he’d gone into anything with the expectations of more, not the way she had.

  As Sarah let herself into her condominium, she turned around and saw Greg still standing in his doorway, watching her. He’d only bothered to pull on a pair of old, stained work jeans. The fly was undone and he looked like chocolate—

  good enough to eat even though you knew damn well you shouldn’t. She waved and he waved back. She just barely made out a frown on his face and she wondered about that. As she went through her nightly ritual: pajamas, face washing, hair and teeth brushing,

  a

  book

  and

  bed,

  Sarah

  contemplated how messed up her life had gotten in such a short amount of time.

  Oh, certainly she’d convinced herself that she’d only wanted to experience pleasure. That if she wasn’t ever going to get a chance to have a husband and children and everlasting love, at least she could experience a little bit of stimulating, mind-numbing, sexual gratification at a man’s very capable hands. But she’d been lying to herself the entire time.

  It was reality time now, and the dead truth was she’d been half gooey-eyed over Greg from the minute he’d moved in. He’d been unloading a pickup truck full of furniture and she’d gotten her first real glimpse of a sweaty, hunky male body.

  He’d been shirtless and his torso had glistened in the hot summer sun. Now that she’d had a taste of that body up close and personal, she wasn’t sure any other male would ever compare. He’d spoiled her for sure. She was ruined, and the sick thing about it was that, if he did call her tomorrow, she’d probably pounce on the phone. She was beyond caring about dignity.

  Sarah sighed and got into bed, trying very hard to read the pages of her latest thriller, but as she read the same gory knife-killing scene three times, she decided it wasn’t working. She got up and started for her kitchen, but there was a faint knock on her door, stopping her cold. Who on Earth?

  She went to the door, glad she’d locked it.

  In her scattered state of mind, she hadn’t remembered doing so.

  “Who is it?”

  “Sarah, it’s me. Open up.”

  “Greg?”

  She heard him groan. “You have that many midnight male callers, do you, sweetheart?”

  She rolled her eyes at that bit of sarcastic nonsense and unlocked the door.

  She wasn’t prepared for the sight
of him.

  He leaned his broad shoulder against the doorframe and he was still in the low-slung jeans. His dark brown hair was a bedraggled mess, and when she looked down she saw that he was barefoot. She squinted up at him and asked, “What’s wrong?”

  He shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.”

  She wasn’t able to either, but she’d bet her reasons were far different from his.

  “Oh, would you like to come in?”

  “I’d like to have you back in my condo and in my bed where you belong.”

  She was lost. “I thought we agreed you’d call me tomorrow- er- well, today I guess it is now.”

  He shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest, drawing her attention to the sprinkling of dark curls. It made her want to step closer and give him a good, long lick. “You agreed, Sarah,” he reminded her. “I just went along because it was clear you weren’t going to change your mind.”

  “So, you don’t want to call me then?”

  Oh God, it was worse than she’d thought.

  He was already dumping her! Couldn’t he have waited until daylight, for crying out loud?

  “I’d much rather whisper in your ear,”

  he murmured huskily, stepping just an inch closer, “because you’ll be in my bed.” That stunning comment had Sarah’s jaw going slack, but he didn’t give her any time to digest it because he crouched low and lifted her high into his arms.

  “Keys?”

  “Hanging on the hook,” she stuttered out, not sure what she would do when tomorrow really did come. Tonight she was just glad he wasn’t dumping her. Again with the lack of pride and dignity, she thought with self-depreciation. She ought to tell him no, shove out of his arms and demand he give her some sort of promise towards a future, but she was a coward. She didn’t want to hear him say that it had only been sex.

  Greg took the keys and handed them to her. From her all too cozy position against the bunching, muscled plane of Greg’s chest it was amazing she held the keys steady. Still, she did manage to lock the door. As soon as the lock tripped into place, Greg was off and practically running back to his condo. Once inside, he didn’t stop his long, purposeful stride until he was in the bedroom. He laid her down gently and gave her body that intensely hot once-over that always managed to make her stomach all jittery.

  “Those are truly adorable, baby,” he said, his entire face splitting into a grin,

  “but off with them. No pj’s in my bed.

  Ever.”

  She peeked down at herself and winced. Winnie the Pooh was so not sexy.

  She lifted to a sitting position and undressed, letting him watch. It all reminded her of the night before. Very quickly, he was out of his jeans and slipping in beside her. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her back against him. His leg came over hers, and his hand splayed wide over her belly, effectively holding her in place. She smiled in blissful contentment, but just as Greg reached up to turn off the light, something caught her eye.

  Her panties. Perched atop some sort of award Greg had received. Then they were plunged into darkness and all she could think was how perfect it felt to be in Greg’s strong arms. She let go of a breath that she hadn’t been aware she was holding and asked, “Greg, don’t you want to—“.

  He pressed a finger to her lips and whispered, “I didn’t come and get you because I needed to fuck. Just sleep, sweet Sarah. We’ll figure things out tomorrow.”

  Six

  It had hit him like a damned ton of bricks. One minute he brooded as he watched Sarah walk away from him to go to her own place. She’d had on the wrinkled skirt—the skirt she’d worn for him—and no panties. He ought to know, he’d been the one to pilfer them to begin with. Her sweet and tangy scent had clung to the tiny scrap of lace and he’d not wanted to let them out of his sight. Then, as she’d turned and waved, giving him that innocent little smile, he’d known that he was in love with Sarah Templeton.

  Greg scrubbed a hand over his face.

  Fuck, he’d been right from the beginning.

  She truly should be named Sarah Temptation.

  Now, here he sat on his front patio, waiting for his brother’s girlfriend to arrive, when all he really wanted to do was go to Sarah, take her in his arms, and tell her he loved her, make her say it back, and then explain to her that they were now exclusive.

  But Trina had called, crying and near hysterics, insistent upon talking to him about Matt. He could kill his brother for whatever the hell he’d done because it had torn him away from Sarah’s willing flesh that morning. She’d been sweetly sated from the ear-splitting orgasm she’d taken as she rode him. She’d reminded him that he’d promised she could be on top and so he’d given in and let her run the show.

  Watching her bounce up and down on his dick had been purely blissful. Christ, she was a vocal little thing, though. He’d need to build them a house, lest she get them both evicted.

  After Trina’s badly timed crisis, he’d told Sarah that his brother’s girl was wanting a one-on-one and she’d hightailed it back to her place. A little too eagerly for his liking too. Damn, didn’t the woman care for him at all? He shook his head, knowing she had to care a little or she wouldn’t have chosen him to lose her virginity to. Then again, maybe he’d only been in the right place at the right time. Maybe she had really only wanted sex from the very beginning and he was no more special than a notch on her bedpost.

  Again, Greg took a long swallow of his iced-tea and willed Trina to show. If she didn’t get there soon, he’d ditch the silly woman and tend to his own problems, which at the moment had a lot to do with Sarah.

  He saw Trina pull into the complex in her little white Accord and he noticed from his position on the porch that she was crying. What the hell had Matt done to make her all weepy? He thought their relationship was unshakeable. It was clear Matt loved Trina and vise versa.

  She parked and got out, wiping her eyes on a pathetic excuse for a tissue. He went to her, took her in his arms, and held her. Typically, she cried harder, and typically, he wanted to bolt, but he held firm and she finally quieted down. That’s firm and she finally quieted down. That’s when she started to spill her guts. In a rush of sobbing, mumbled words, he managed to figure out that she was terrified Matt was seeing another woman.

  “There’s no way, Trina. I’m telling you, Matt loves you.”

  “Oh, Greg. I just don’t know. It’s not like him to lie to me. He’s never lied to me.”

  Her eyes pleaded with him. “Has he said anything to you, Greg? Anything at all?”

  Greg shook his head and rubbed Trina’s

  arm

  soothingly. “No, honey,

  nothing. You know Matt, he tackles problems head-on. If he were interested in someone else, he’d tell you before doing anything rash. I know he would.”

  Trina was a tall, model-thin brunette who could pass easily for a movie star; however, she had the down to earth personality of a small town girl. She was sweet and lovable as hell and she’d been good to Matt.

  Greg heard a diesel engine roaring into their complex and he flinched. “Uh, don’t be mad, Trina, but I called Matt.” She gave

  him

  that

  deer-caught-in-the-

  headlights stare and he said, “He’s here now.” She whipped around and slapped a hand over her mouth, trying to hold back another sob probably.

  It didn’t work out too well.

  Matt’s big, red truck rambled into the spot next to Trina’s car and the angry diesel shut off. Stillness hung in the air as Matt looked at Trina through the windshield.

  “Oh my,” Trina mumbled.

  Yeah, Greg thought, Matt’s royally pissed. He got out, and in two long strides was in front of them, his hands fisted at his sides, legs braced apart. “What on Earth are you doing here, Trina?”

  Trina looked down at the ground, not answering. Matt stepped forward and placed his hand at the nape of her neck, forcing her head up to look at him. “Wha
t was so fucking awful that you had to come to my brother instead of me?”

  “I saw you with her, Matt.” Her voice sounded lost and Greg felt terrible for her, as well as a little bit protective. Hell, she was practically a sister at this point.

  “Matt, it may help to listen to her instead of trying to intimidate the shit out of her.”

  Matt’s eyes never moved away from Trina. “Stay out of it, Greg.” To Trina he said, “Her who?”

  Trina’s head shot up and Greg noted that her eyes had lost some of their sadness.

  Now they were spitting fire. “The cute little red head, you big idiot!”

  Matt stared at her as if she’d lost her mind before a wild laugh erupted from him.

  “You’re laughing? You think it’s funny?” Trina said in disbelief.

  “I interviewed her for a waitress job, Trina. I’m not seeing her.”

  She pointed a finger into his chest and growled, “You were at the Tasty Freeze!”