by Stacy Gail
Or perhaps the clothes off her body.
A wild shiver rattled her spine.
“I’ve gone and changed my mind, sweetness.” The sultry lushness of the South was back in his voice, she noted as he adjusted his seat so that it partially reclined and was pushed back to allow maximum leg room. “Cleaning the car can wait. Your lesson in dirty talk begins right the fuck now. Slide your seat back as far as it’ll go.”
A dizzying thrill spiked through her even as she moved the seat. “I thought you said you didn’t want to get kicked out of another public place.”
“I don’t know what it is about you and me and risky public sex, but the thought of burying myself deep inside you when we’re out and about gets me so damn horny I start looking for any marginally dark corner that we might conceivably be able to fuck in.” Then he bit his lip, the sexiest expression she’d ever seen on his face, before he shook his head against the seat’s headrest. “But that’s all you’re going to hear from me, because I’ve got to be your professor now. This is your first test in dirty talk, and it’s an oral one. Tell me why you took off your bra and hung it up for me to see.”
With her pulse going through the roof, it was entirely possible she was having a heart attack in the best possible way. “Because you said that it was a fantasy come—”
“Don’t bring what I said into this. I didn’t ask you to do a damn thing, except keep out of my sight. I was trying to behave, but you…” His gaze drifted down to her chest. The air-conditioning had dried her sopping shirt some, rendering it merely semi-transparent, and the cold air ensured that her nipples stood sharply at attention, the shadow of her areolas standing out against the pale gold of her flesh. He swallowed hard, and when he spoke, the deep hunger of his tone sounded almost pained. “You deliberately called my attention to you. Tell me why, and be truthful about it. You won’t learn anything here if you’re not truthful with me, and yourself, about what you want.”
She loved his eyes on her, devouring her, so much so she almost forgot to answer him. “I called your attention to me because I love it when you look at me.”
“Not good enough. If you wanted me to look at you, you could’ve just rolled down the window, or gotten back out of the car. You didn’t. Tell me why you took off your bra. And just so you know, you’re failing this oral test so far.”
Damn. “I took it off because I…I wanted…”
“Say it, Pet. There’s no shame in being honest about your needs. I will always take care of them, and you. But you’ve gotta be honest about them.”
It was her turn to swallow hard. “I wanted to turn you on. I wanted to get you horny by bringing your attention to my breasts.”
“To your big, beautiful, hard-tipped breasts.” Half-turning in his seat, his hands went up her rib cage, warm and caressing. They slid upward before they lifted a breath away, hovering over the straining peaks of her breasts, so close she could feel the heat of his palms in her tingling nipples. “Say it. Say it like you mean it, and see what that kind of honest sharing gets you.”
Her nipples puckered so hard they almost hurt, and it was all she could do to keep herself from leaning into those hovering hands. “I wanted to turn you on by bringing your attention to my big, beautiful, hard-tipped breasts, Professor.”
A low groan rumbled deep in his chest even as his hands claimed her breasts. Pleasure arrowed through her as he kneaded the rounded flesh through the wet material, while his thumbs abraded the tips with maddening intensity. Desperation ballooned inside her, and she half-turned in her seat to push into his hands. But to her mingled surprise and frustration, the move made him retreat, his hands no longer moving.
“Steele…”
“You seem like you want something, and you want it bad. Tell me what you want.” The pressure of his hands eased even more, almost leaving her, causing the words to burst out of her in a near-panic.
“Put your hands on my breasts.” She almost cried in relief when that delicious pressure of his hands returned, but all too soon she began to squirm when they did absolutely nothing. “Damn it, Steele…”
“It’s your own fault if you’re not satisfied, Pet. You’ll get whatever you ask for, I swear. But you’ll only get what you ask for. No more. No less.”
Her teeth ground together as edgy need drove her to push into his palms. “I want…” Her thoughts whirled. She wanted so much that settling on any one thought was like trying to pluck a specific leaf out of a tornado.
She heard him take a measured breath. “Whatever you tell me you want, I will give you. Your pleasure, and however you want to receive it, is all up to you and your communication skills.”
Damn him for making her do this. Damn him, damn him… “I want you to rub my tits until they feel raw. And then I want your mouth to suck on them and tongue them until I can’t take it anymore. Then I want you to…” Her voice broke along with her flagging courage, but that was okay. He was already reaching for her to bring her astride his lap.
Thank goodness.
“One step at a time, baby. You’re doing great and I’m very proud of you.” Once he had her settled facing him on his lap, he did as she’d asked, rubbing her peaks and playing with her breasts through the damp material of her shirt until her nipples were so hypersensitive she began to gasp, while her cleft down below became achy and wet with slick heat. “Take your shirt off.”
The next second the shirt was gone and she was leaning over him to give her body over to the worship of his mouth. The tip of his tongue circled one areola, teasing the already-stimulated flesh before he closed his mouth over the tip entirely and sucked her hard into his mouth.
“Oh God, yes.” She closed her eyes and arched into him, the muscles low in her abdomen spasming in the most beautiful way. “Harder. Suck harder. Please Steele, if feels so good when you suck harder.”
“Yes, now you’re getting the hang of it. Tell me how you like it, and I’ll give it to you. That’s what makes this so much fun.”
With his mouth moving to her other breast to give it the same treatment, she finally had to admit his belief that communication during intimacy was a good thing definitely had its merits.
Definitely.
The flush of her nipples darkened to a deep, dark mauve, and she could feel the urgent throb of her pulse in the twin peaks of exquisitely tender flesh. That throb was echoed much lower, but it wasn’t until his hands gripped her hips to keep her still that she realized she was nursing that throb along by undulating her hips against the impressive mound of his erection held prisoner behind his zipper.
“This lesson’s all about getting what you ask for, Pet. There’s no getting anything here for free.” But he was having a hard time holding still himself. His abs and glutes kept clenching rhythmically to curl up into the juncture of her thighs, communicating his need to be inside her. “How do you want me to make you feel good now? Tell me what you need me to do next.”
For an answer, she popped the button of her cutoffs and undid the small zip before she took one of his hands and pushed it past the hem of her panties. Her intimate flesh jumped as she brought his hand deeper, and she nearly lost her mind when she heard his almost-soundless groan.
“I want you to feel how… how you make it so I need to change my damn panties three times day.” She knew that wasn’t sexy, but God help her, she didn’t know how else to say it. “No one’s ever done this to me. It happens even when you’re not touching me. I can’t stop it. When it happens, I don’t even want to try to stop it because it feels so good, while at the same time it drives me so crazy I literally can’t be still. Give me more of this craziness.”
“It’s your arousal, sweetness, your body’s way of lubing up for me so that all you’ll feel when I get in there is nothing but a sweet, sweet glide.”
“I love it.” Her hips were rocking again, trying to get his hand deeper into her. “Oh God, I love it. Give me more.”
“Specifics,” he murmured, causing her to g
rowl in frustration. “I understand you might not know how to ask for it yet, so let me help you out. Do you want me to finger you like I did at the bowling alley, or do you want me to go even deeper than that?”
Wild excitement nearly choked her. “Is it…can’t I get both?”
“That would be so very greedy of you.” It seemed like an admonition, but considering his hungry smile, she recognized it for the approval it was. “Do you want to be so very greedy, Pet?”
“Absolutely.” No need to be shy about it.
“Then give me my instructions. I promise I’ll give you exactly what you ask for.”
“Finger me like you did at the bowling alley, while also going deeper, whatever that is.” The words tumbled out of her in her eagerness, and as she worked the buckle of his belt she nearly missed his wide smile. “I’m assuming we’ll have to free you from your clothes for that whole deeper part.”
“No ma’am.” Smiling with all the anticipation of a kid at Christmas, he tugged at her shorts with his free hand. “But we do have to get you free of yours. I need total access to follow my orders to the letter.”
Essie couldn’t remember when she’d stripped so fast. In a handful of moments her shorts and panties were hanging off of one ankle as she repositioned herself over him, her hands on the fastenings of his jeans. “You sure you don’t need… uh, this?”
A low, sexy laugh escaped him as he brought his hand back to the juncture of her thighs. “This? You mean my cock?”
It was amazing, how she could still blush. “Mm-hm.”
“Say it.” When she didn’t immediately respond, the slow encroachment of his hand stilled. “Essie, I want you to feel free to say anything when you’re with me. Any thought. Any word. Nothing’s forbidden between us. You can say it.”
“Okay.” She huffed out an irritated breath and tried not to imagine what her mother would think of her for having such a dirty mouth. “Your, um… your c-cock.”
His hand instantly slid into her cleft, homed in like a champ on her clit and gave it one hard circle. She gasped, her head flinging back, but just as suddenly as he started, he stilled again.
“You stumbled a bit on that, sweetness. Say it again. It sounds so pretty, coming from your beautiful lips.”
“Your cock.” It was quiet, hushed, but she managed to say it this time without stuttering. She was immediately rewarded with a few more spectacular swirls of his finger, but just as she was dissolving into a pool of pleasure, he stopped again.
“Say it again.”
Goddamn it. “Your cock.”
“Louder.”
“Your cock, your cock, your huge, fucking cock.”
She thanked heaven and whatever deity that might be involved in dirty talk when his fingers began to move, but they worked her so slowly she couldn’t stand it.
“Do you like my huge, fucking cock, Essie?”
“Yeah. Oh, yeah.”
“How much do you like my huge, fucking cock?”
Feverishly she pumped her hips, trying to get him going, and her hands loosened the front of his jeans despite his claim that it wasn’t necessary. “I love your huge, fucking cock.”
“What do you love about my huge, fucking cock?”
“At the moment, I love that it can’t talk.”
He chuckled even as his hand retreated. “Anything else?”
Oh, screw it. “I love your cock when it slams into me so hard I feel it all the way in my tummy. Now finger-fuck me good before you fuck me with your cock, or I swear to God I’ll murder you.”
A delighted laugh broke from him before he was suddenly rubbing her like he wanted to start a fire there through the heat of friction alone. “That’s my excellent Teacher’s Pet. You’re a slow starter because you’re so cute and shy, but I think you’re going to wind up getting an A on this oral test. Wanna go for an A-plus?”
Essie couldn’t immediately answer him except in a high, keening cry, as pleasure exploded in her. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes…”
“Ooh. Look at you. Am I reading you right? Is my Pet feeling good?” She was so lost in the sharp, sweetly agonizing sensations stabbing through her, she could barely make sense of his words. “Tell me, Essie. Is this good? I’ll stop if you don’t tell me that you like what I’m doing.”
“No, don’t stop! Please don’t ever stop,” she begged breathlessly, her eyes closing as she pushed harder into him. “It’s so good when you…”
“When I finger you.”
Pleasure was her drug, and she was hooked in a bad, bad way. “Yes.”
“Say it.”
“It’s so good when you finger me, baby. So good, so good… Oh God.” Her body began to shiver, the breath panting out of her. She was close. So close, and it felt so unbelievably magnificent, she couldn’t stop herself from reaching for it.
“You told me to go deeper, so I have to do what you said. Those are the rules, after all.”
An involuntary cry was wrenched from her when the two fingers he’d been using to slide over her little nub moved away. But her protest didn’t have time to fully form as those fingers slid down her channel to her entrance while his thumb landed on her now-pulsating clit.
Oh… wow.
“I’m going in deep, baby, so try to relax. I think you’re going to be a big fan of this.”
His thumb rotated hard against her, making it impossible for her to put together a response that didn’t involve lusty moaning. But when he slipped his middle finger into her body she couldn’t help but tense up, more in surprise than outright rejection.
“Steele—”
“You’re lucky I’ve got nice, big hands, you know. I believe you’ll be pleasantly surprised by what I can reach with just my fingers alone. You’ve heard of the G-spot, right?”
His finger slid in and out of threshold, testing her. Distracting her. “Y-yes.”
“Every woman has one.”
Her blood was heating. Damn, but this was weirdly exciting. “Uh-huh.”
“Do you know where yours is?”
Her face went up in flames at her ignorance. “No.”
“I do.”
With that, he plunged all the way in until his finger was buried completely inside her. He pushed against her front wall while his thumb also pushed down, as though he were trying to pinch his finger and thumb together. Stars burst in front of her eyes. Every nerve and sense she possessed was inundated with savage pleasure, and all she could think was that she could never survive this… or would never be able to survive without it, at least a dozen times a day.
“You’ve felt this before, but when I’m inside you, I can’t pinpoint-target your spot with the accuracy I can get with my fingers. Do you want more?”
“More.” She moaned feverishly, the taut agony of pleasure straining every muscle in her body. She quivered everywhere, helpless convulsions twitching through her at each stroke of his massaging hand. “More, baby, please more.”
“Does that make you my greedy Pet?”
“I’m your greedy Pet, so greedy…”
“Yes, you are, and I fucking love that.” He slipped another finger in, and the bold strength of those two fingers stroking hard from the inside and his thumb pushing from the outside was simply too much. She writhed without knowing she writhed, cried out without knowing she cried out, and when the insane tension inside her finally shattered into purest rapture she very nearly fainted.
She hadn’t even begun to come down off her orgasmic high when he suddenly pulled his fingers out of her, reached into his front pocket and retrieved a condom packet. Tearing it open with his teeth and one hand, his other hand whipped his dick out through the loosened front of his jeans.
There was no more talk, dirty or otherwise. Essie was still shivering with the force of her release when Steele’s hardened flesh impaled her, its veined, thick girth stretching her walls so abruptly the tissues within her began to spasm anew. Shockwaves of pleasure hit her again even as he took her by the hip
s and bounced her over his shaft, burying himself to his hilt again and again. His groans joined hers, culminating in a near-anguished shout from him, his back arching, his head thrown back into the car’s headrest.
She reveled in watching him lose himself in his rapture. He was always gorgeous to her, but he was almost otherworldly in his perfection when he was coming. As addicted to his pleasure as much as her own, Essie worked at pumping her hips harder as the waves of his release tapered off, wanting to prolong his blissful expression for as long as possible.
“So good, baby. God, you feel so fucking good.” His breathing slowed… then began picking up again as his grip once again tightened on her hips. “Fuck me, again? Jesus H., I can’t believe how you do this to me when I’ve never… oh yeah, yeah, yeah.”
Her excitement soared in tandem with his as their bodies slammed together, and the wet and wild slickness between her legs had her shuddering for a third time in ecstasy. A delicate warmth filled her as his powerful grunts mingled with her whimpers of pure satisfaction, and when she’d wrung the last ounce of sensation from them both, she at last collapsed onto his chest, exhilarated and so exhausted she couldn’t imagine ever moving again.
“So,” Steele murmured after their breath had finally eased into a slow, steady rhythm and she was drifting in that peaceful place between wakefulness and sleep. “Before I give you your final grade on Oral 101, what are your impressions now when it comes to dirty talk?”
A low humming sound of amusement whispered out of her as she kept her cheek pressed to his chest. “I like it.”
His hand connected playfully against her naked booty. “You can do better than that.”
“It can’t be bad if it makes me hot for you, is how I’ve decided to look at it,” she managed, grinning while her butt cheek stung pleasantly. “I like the honesty there is in telling you what I want, and how good you make me feel when you give it to me. Honesty is hardly dirty.”
