Taming Mr. Flirt

by A. m Madden

  “I know what you’re thinking, Nessa. Part of you wants to pull your panties off of your body to submit, but the other part doesn’t want to give me the satisfaction of you obeying me. So let’s make it easy on your pretty little brain, I’ll take them off.”

  In one stride, he reached me, curled his fingers in the waistband of my panties and yanked them down. His next move was to grip my waist and toss me onto the center of the bed. My panties comically kept my ankles bound together, and I left them there to further taunt him. Lying on my back, with knees together shielding his eyes from what he wanted, didn’t stop him from taking it.

  The mattress dipped when Kyle climbed onto the bed, yanked off the scrap of lace around my ankles, and threw it over his head. He then braced his hands on my knees and pried them apart. His eyes smoldered while looking at me. I could feel my body clench from anticipation.

  With one long drag of his fingers over my opening, I was dangerously close to coming. Kyle knew the effects of his actions and even more so when he put them into his mouth to lick them clean before fingering me. His hand on my belly prevented my hips from thrusting. Not being able to move created a vortex inside of me that I couldn’t prevent.

  “I need more, Kyle,” I said, arching my body as a reaction when he quickened his pumps.

  “Look at me, Nessa,” he commanded without stopping his movements. Our eyes met, he added another finger and then one more, sending my body into overdrive. I could feel myself tighten around him, and I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from coming even if I wanted to.

  “Oh my God!” Like a coiled spring, I let go and pulsed around his fingers. It was then he dragged them out of me and slowly ran them between my ass cheeks. When the tip of his finger grazed over the one place no man had ever dared to go, my body involuntarily tensed. He didn’t go further, other than applying the slightest bit of pressure. But as quickly as my body wanted to reject that movement, deep down inside I wanted it. The thought of him being the first man to take me there turned me on.

  “That’s one.” He grinned and positioned himself on his stomach between my legs. A warm puff of air hit me right before he said, “Here comes number two.”

  Kyle

  I was about to explode in more ways than one. Fuck, if I didn’t put my cock in her soon, I couldn’t be held responsible for the damage he caused. But, if I was one thing, I was a man of my word. I promised her three orgasms, and number two was on the tip of my tongue… literally.

  One quick taste, and then I stopped. I waited for her head to lift and for her eyes to connect with mine. Only then did I run my tongue over her from bottom to top. I felt her thighs pressing against my ears, closing her off to what I wanted to do. I wanted her completely exposed, vulnerable for the taking. For just a few short seconds, I allowed her to adjust to the sensations caused by my mouth. But then with a firm hand on each thigh, I spread her legs until both knees hit the mattress.

  My God, she was absolutely stunning. Her beauty, her obvious desire called to me like no woman ever had. Like a kitten with a ball of yarn, it made me want to play. A few little short flicks, a few long laps, a few seconds of staring, touch here, lick there.

  Orgasm number two came way too quick for my liking. I barely got started when her warm pussy gripped my fingers as her clit trembled beneath my tongue.

  “Kyle,” she said, sounding winded. “Please, stop. I need you to stop for a minute.”

  “Shh.” Ignoring the way her eyes pleaded for me to give her time to catch her breath, I dove right back in. It might have been evil of me to do so when she was still so sensitive. There was a fine line between pleasure and pain. In the way her fingers found my hair and pulled, and the way she squirmed in an attempt to close her legs, I knew she was tiptoeing over that line.

  I also knew she wanted more. The parts of her body that begged for it, like her breasts heaving with each breath she took. Her folds quivering every time my tongue ran over them. Even the way her mewls strung together like a song, all contradicted her words. It was when she came for a third time, and of the three this one was most violent in her reaction, I knew she was completely and utterly spent.

  “You’re mean,” she accused, throwing her leg around my head to curl up into a fetal position. I laughed at her angry pout and crawled up the bed to spoon her from behind.

  “I’ll take that insult,” I murmured with my lips on the back of her head. “Ready for a fourth?”

  “Go away!”

  After a kiss to her bare shoulder, I laughed again and climbed out of bed. “Take a rest, Nessa.”

  I vaguely heard her call me either a jerk or a prick as I waked out of her bedroom. The clothes we stripped out of when we clamored through her door earlier were like a minefield to navigate in the dark.

  The heel of my foot found the spike of her heel, forcing a fuck out of my mouth before I found the lights. “Christ,” I said, lifting my leg to assess the damage.

  “You okay?” she called from the other room.

  “No. Your shoes are goddamn weapons.” Hunger and thirst overrode the shooting pain from foot to thigh. I searched for wine, beer, something, but came up empty. Except for condiments and frozen meals, not much could be found in either her fridge or freezer.

  “Don’t you shop?” I yelled, staring at the empty shelves and willing something to appear that I could eat.

  “There are chips and pretzels in the cabinet. Oh, and peanut butter.”

  Bingo.

  I found the peanut butter and a large spoon then returned to her room. She had since moved from the fetal position and was now on her belly spread eagle with her face buried in one pillow.

  “Did you find them?” she asked, and the words sounded like someone was gagging her. I didn’t respond, but instead opened the peanut butter and spread a generous dollop on her ass cheek. “What are you doing?”

  “Snacking.” I dragged my tongue over her skin, licking up the sticky spread with a moan. “God, I love peanut butter. Normally, I’d have it with maple syrup, but asking for you to have maple syrup in that barren kitchen would be asking too much.”

  “Eww, that sounds disgusting.”

  “Don’t knock it until you try it. You happen to make peanut butter taste even better, Nessa.” I repeated the motion and she giggled.

  “Do I have to move?”

  “Nope. Not until I’m ready to lick some off your tits.”

  Without warning, she twisted away and sat up. “Who put you in charge?” She snatched the jar from my hand and dipped her finger into it. My cock literally sprung straight up when she put her finger into her mouth and slowly dragged it out. Her eyes cut down to the obvious excitement rising to the occasion between my legs.

  A devious grin spread across her lips. “Oh, look. Who knew peanut butter acted as a fluffer? Now I won’t have to work as hard,” she said before coating two fingers and smearing it up the underside of my cock.

  Just like that, with a jar of peanut butter, Vanessa’s wicked mouth, and my cock having reached his limit, she took control of the situation and proceeded to torture me as revenge.

  Chapter 16

  Vanessa

  Let me state for the record, I usually didn’t care to give a man a blow job. But with Kyle, and it had nothing to do with my favorite bread spread flavoring him, I actually got off on it. Inexplicably, my nipples pebbled and my vagina clenched each time I took him to the back of my throat. Every groan from his lips when he bucked into my mouth drove me toward the same goal I drove him toward.

  “Nessa, I don’t want to come in your mouth. I need to be inside of you.”

  I wanted to keep going, but my lower half wanted what he did. Still, I needed to torture him just a little bit more. I gently grazed his balls with the tips of my fingers. Kyle tugged on my hair, but I didn’t let that deter me.

  My cheeks hollowed against him as I slowly released him from my mouth. Not ready to leave my position of power, I puckered my lips, placed a kiss on the tip r
ight before blowing a stream of air from crown to base and back up again.

  I trailed kisses along his thighs and that sinful V. “You’re one sexy man.”

  Kyle gripped the undersides of my arms and hoisted me up until I straddled him. “Ride me.”

  Without thought, I lifted my hips and slid down on him one slow inch at a time. So much for having control. His hands held my hips as he guided me back and forth, up and down. When his hips bucked up, mine did the opposite. We were in perfect synchrony. At this point, I needed him to come. I wanted him to come.

  Doing my best to move faster and end his torture was futile. Kyle flipped us over, pinned my hands above my head, and laced our fingers together. “You’re the most beautiful woman, Nessa.”

  Time suspended. Our eyes locked, he brought his lips to mine, and kissed me sweetly. Kyle didn’t attempt to bring his tongue to meet mine, this kiss wasn’t passionate by any means… but it still managed to take my breath away. What started out as a frenzy all of a sudden turned intimate. It was opposite of every other kiss we shared, and it freaked me out.

  Even when comparing the other times we had sex, it seemed savage in nature, animalistic. I wasn’t prepared for this. No… just no!

  I unlinked our fingers to grip his jaw and push his face away, ignoring his annoyed expression. Screw sweet and slow. Instead, I increased my speed, thrusted hard against his hips, and chased what I wanted.

  Kyle followed my lead, but his silence was enough to speak volumes. We were breaking rules left and right. The one rule I refused to break was falling for him.

  His movements quickened, and I grabbed his tight ass. “Don’t stop, Kyle.”

  He lifted his body, the muscles in his arms were taut, elbows stiff, and he pistoned his hips at a rapid pace. I tightened around him with my fourth orgasm of the night coiling inside me. When I looked up, the cords in his neck strained.

  Our sweat slickened bodies moved together. He let out a guttural moan right as my pussy pulsed around his dick. We both reached our peak at the exact same moment. Exhausted, he pulled out, rolled away, and collapsed beside me. Kyle remained silent and still until he slowly left my bed and walked out of my room.

  It had been a perfect night up until about five minutes ago. Then in the blink of an eye, things changed, sending our good time spinning off its axis and crashing to earth. The urge to say his name or ask him if he was okay hung heavy on my tongue.

  Before I could get up, Kyle was back with a wet cloth in his hand. He sat next to me and gently swiped the cloth between my legs. I couldn’t get my brain to work to utter one single word as I watched him get up, step into his boxers, and once again leave my room.

  The second time he returned, he resumed his position beside me, but the space between us sent a definite message as to where his frame of mind was. It was the first time since we started our arrangement that I felt uncomfortable in his presence, and something told me he felt the same way.

  “Don’t feel bad if you want to leave.” I internally face-palmed over the most insensitive thing I could say after the silence that loomed like a storm cloud.

  He turned his head to look at me. “Who said I wanted to leave? Unless you want me to.”

  His eyes stayed pinned to mine, forcing me to glance away. “I’m tired.”

  “Then you should go to sleep.”

  “Kyle,” I sighed, exasperated with the conversation that hadn’t happened yet… but I knew it eminent. “We both agreed to the rules we put in place. Since we started this arrangement, we keep breaking them.”

  The skin between his eyebrows creased. “Fuck the rules, Nessa. This has nothing to do with them and you know it.”

  “Yes, it does. It has everything to do with them. We weren’t supposed to have sleepovers, yet we have. All we were supposed to do was fuck and have fun.”

  “Excuse me for being confused, but I thought that’s what we just did. As far as sleeping over, if you want me to go, then I will.”

  Kyle started to move, but I grabbed his wrist. “Just stay.”

  “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to be accused of being a rule breaker.” His annoyed tone made me realize that I sounded like a bitch.

  “I’m sorry.” Without even giving him a peck on the cheek, I smiled weakly, turned over, and tried to ignore the pinching I felt in the center of my chest as I stared at the blank wall in my room.

  “Good night, Nessa.”

  Kyle

  She had been in my arms for hours. When I woke to the feeling of her rolling over, I extended my arm as a silent invitation to her. Surprisingly, she nestled her body against mine with her cheek on my chest and her hand resting on my abs.

  I didn’t want to move a muscle for fear I’d wake her. Maybe she wanted to fight what we had when she was awake, yet in her sleep she wanted what I did. Not that I was sure what that was, but having her in my arms felt right.

  After the way we ended things last night, waking up with her in my arms, our bodies intertwined, and a peacefulness on her face wasn’t something I wanted to disturb.

  Her long dark lashes fluttered on her cheeks before she opened her eyes. “Good morning.”

  “Good morning. It’s much nicer waking up this way rather than you wanting to injure me.”

  “How did I end up smothering you?” She tried to pull away, but failed when I tightened my hold. “Kyle. You couldn’t be comfortable all night.”

  “I was once you fell asleep at least.” Her head twisted so she could look at my face. “What happened last night, Nessa?”

  “Nothing. We had amazing sex, or I thought we did.”

  “We did.” I wasn’t in the mood for her evasiveness. It was obvious she wanted to avoid the topic, just like she wanted to avoid me last night, which was why I pushed harder. “That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”

  That time when she tried to distance herself, I let her. If getting her to talk meant letting her go, that’s what I would do. We’d been at this for long enough, and I could fill a thimble with all I knew about Vanessa Monroe.

  “Talk to me,” I pushed.

  She wrapped her arms around her knees and sighed. “I’m not from the talkers, Kyle. If you need to know something, you need to ask me.”

  I sat up, mimicking her position. “What happened that sent you into a tailspin last night? I saw it. It was like a switch had been flipped. One minute you were present, the next you were a million miles away.”

  Panic passed through her expression before it was replaced with a nervous energy. Self-consciously, she reached for the sheet that rested in a crumpled mess and dragged it closer to cover herself. Again, if that was what she needed to start communicating, I sat back to let it happen. But I wasn’t going to make this easier on her regarding my questions. At some point, she needed to be honest with me.

  Of course I felt that I misread her, and instead of confusion over what we shared, maybe it was boredom. I thought about it long and hard, and I really didn’t know her well enough to distinguish between the two.

  “I don’t know what you want me to say, Kyle. I like spending time with you, but I worry about the agreement between us…”

  “Okay, we need to re-negotiate because it’s obvious you’re consumed by the rules.”

  “That’s not true,” she quipped. “If I was, you wouldn’t be here right now.”

  “Regardless, let’s talk about why you don’t want me to stay. Why would lying beside each other in a bed after fucking each other’s brains out be a deal breaker?” I gripped her chin and turned her head to force her to stare back at me. “Seriously, Nessa, this is ridiculous. I’m not afraid to say I want to know more about you. I have no idea who you are, except that you manage to bring me to my knees more than any other woman ever has. Add to that how much fun we have together, how we can laugh, and have the same sense of humor. You hate your job and envy mine. Your best friend is married to my best friend. That’s it. That’s all I know.”

  “That’s all y
ou need to know.”

  “That’s bullshit. If we’re friends with benefits, when does the friends part kick in?” I got nothing but a blank stare that infuriated me. “I grew up in Canada, no siblings but a ton of cousins. My parents were successful, and I was given a privileged life. When I was young, I dreamt of playing professional hockey as much as an American boy dreamt of playing baseball. But as I got older, all I wanted was to get to the states. And when I was accepted to Yale, I practically ran across the border.

  “The first two people I met once I arrived were Jude and Luca. It’s a miracle one of us, or all three, didn’t end up in jail at one point during our friendship. But I’d do anything for those two, as they would for me. They are the brothers I never had, and Brae is now part of my family as well.”

  The entire time she listened, her eyes shimmered with emotion. “Jude was a huge help when I decided to finance my own company. His expertise enabled me to take my passion and turn it into the business it is today. I love Mexican food, love to travel, and every year I go home for Christmas and actually wear the god-awful sweater that my Aunt Betty knits for me.

  “I’m from Canada, but I despise winter. I’m not a fan of the Yankees or the Rangers. Sadly, although I’m a great skater, I wasn’t good enough to play my favorite sport, hockey. However, I was a cheerleader at Yale just to meet the girls.”

  “Get out!”

  “Nope. It was a brilliant plan… until I dropped someone and was kicked off the squad two weeks in.” She curled her lips between her teeth to stop from laughing. “Go ahead, I had to endure plenty of ball-busting from Soren and Benedetto.” At that, she released a string of giggles. “I wasn’t always this fit and good looking. When I was younger, this stud was chubby, had braces, and fell victim to acne when puberty hit.”

  “I find that hard to believe.”

  “Trust me, I’ll show you pictures. So, what else can I tell you?”

  “Stop. I get it. But we’re different, Kyle. I was never one to open up like you just did. It’s just the way I am.”