Scott debated on how to proceed. When they reached the cabin steps, he steadied her on the still frozen surface.
“Thank you.” A buzzing noise from her back pocket alerted her she had a text. “Hold on.” She pulled it out and looked. “Excellent.”
“Good news?” He held the door for her.
“Yes, Cabe and his crew are shooting again. They will begin recording on the third.”
“Great. Where are they taping?” When they were in the living room, he took her coat and hung it and his on the hall tree next to the front door.
“Eureka Springs and at least one song near my house. Hawksbill Crag or Whitaker’s Point, as it’s more commonly called, is an unusual outcropping of rock. Photographer’s come from all over the world to take pictures of it. Cabe wants to record while standing out on it, and I’ve tried to dissuade him. It can be dangerous, especially this time of year when the rocks are slippery. Several have died from falling there. I don’t want him to be the next one.”
“When does the special air?”
“Valentine’s Day evening,” she explained as she put on the coffee he’d mentioned.
“Will you make a special appearance?”
Lia laughed and shook her head. “Of course not. My name won’t even be mentioned, except in the sea of credits at the end of the show.”
“That doesn’t seem right. He may have the voice, but your work has made him famous.”
“It’s a collaboration.” She was nervous. Maybe she could get his mind off of the pending conversation. “Have you noticed in the Marvel films like Man of Steel, they’re putting a short segment after the credits, so people will watch them?”
“No, I can’t say I have.”
“I asked Mona about that and she said she knows a writer friend who watches the names roll by on the credits just so she can get new hero and heroine names for her romance novels.”
Scott found a spoon for the sugar and creamer. He knew exactly what Lia was doing, and it wasn’t going to work. But he’d play along—for now. “Who’s Mona?”
“My agent.”
He grinned at her. “Big stuff, Houston, you’ve got an agent. How long have you worked with her?”
“For four years, ever since…Dylan.” As soon as she said the other man’s name, she shut down. He saw a curtain fall over face as clearly as one coming down at the end of a play. “You want a cookie with your coffee? I brought some oreos.”
“No, I don’t want a cookie. I want to talk.” He gestured toward the couch. “After you.”
Damn. “Okay, but I don’t think this conversation is necessary.” They sat down, her at the far end, he halfway across the other two cushions.
Scott turned sideways, putting one blue-jeaned leg in the seat, covering as much territory as he could, it seemed. “I think it’s very necessary.”
Lia bit her lip. Okay, just get it over with. In a rush of words, she confessed. “I thought this time would be different. I’m sorry.”
The misery in her voice surprised him. “Wait a minute.” He put a finger under her chin. “Why are you apologizing?”
She refused to meet his eyes. “Because I messed up. I told you yesterday. I’m not very good at sex.”
“And what did I tell you?”
Lia swallowed hard and looked up at him through her lashes. “You said my pleasure was your responsibility.”
“That’s right and—”
She interrupted him. “Well, then isn’t your pleasure my responsibility?”
His mouth dropped open. “What?”
“Women are supposed to be active participants and I more or less just accepted and didn’t reciprocate.”
Scott shook his head. “Wait.” He took her coffee cup from her. “We’ve got off topic.”
“I can’t do this…” She stood up to leave. But she didn’t get very far.
“Houston, I’m going to spank your bottom if you don’t talk to me.” He grabbed her arm and pulled gently and she fell right into his lap. “Now, start over and make me understand what you’re saying.”
Why was she doing this? It’s not like she and Scott were dating. This was basically an extended one-night stand. “It’s embarrassing. I didn’t orgasm.”
“Yes, and that was my fault.” Scott stated what he felt was obvious.
“I wanted to, I really did…” What he said, finally registered. “Your fault? That’s ridiculous. You were wonderful.”
He could tell by her face she was absolutely serious. His heart clutched in his chest. “You were wonderful, baby.” He touched their lips together, taking her top one between his and drawing it into his mouth.
Lia felt her sex awaken, a tingle making her clitoris swell. There was no one in her experience who even compared to Scott Walker. Maybe…maybe if she were honest with him, he could tell her what was wrong with her. Conquering this problem could change her whole outlook on life. Pulling their mouths apart, she faced the music. “As you could probably tell, my sex education has been sorely lacking.”
“Lay back.” He angled her body so her head was on his arm. “I want to look at you while I talk and touch you when I want to. Is that okay?” He asked permission. “Now, let me have my say.”
“I don’t know if I can think straight when you’re touching me.”
Scott caressed her face and smiled. “Thinking too much could be part of your problem.” He admitted with a sigh. “But it wasn’t mine.”
“What do you mean?” She captured his hand and held it in both of hers.
“Did you enjoy what we did?” His voice dropped an octave and he spoke lowly to her, making her feel like they were the only two people in the entire world. “When I kissed you, sucked your breasts, came inside of you...did you like that?”
“Yes, very much so.” She couldn’t deny him the truth.
“How close did you come to an orgasm?”
Lia narrowed her eyes at him, thinking. “You’re in doctor mode, aren’t you?”
Scott chuckled. “Maybe. It has its uses. Answer the question, Houston.”
“This close.” She held up two fingers with very little space in between.
“That’s what I thought.” He began rubbing her chest in circular motions, right over her heart. “And why do you think you missed it?”
She sighed. “That’s easy. I couldn’t shut my mind off. I was wondering if I were pleasing you, if you were enjoying yourself…” She looked toward the fire instead of at him. “If you liked me.”
Humbled, Scott caught her face and turned it back toward him. “Overthinking might have been part of it, and we can deal with that. But the main reason you didn’t cum was me.”
“You said that a bit ago, and you’re wrong. What you did to me was incredible. I loved every moment of it.”
Men probably shouldn’t tell their secrets. There was probably a creed of the round-table he was breaking somewhere, but she deserved the truth, and an orgasm. “Real men have a sex-code, Houston. And the first rule of our code is simple—the woman cums first.” By the look on her face, he knew she wasn’t hearing his true meaning. “A man should never orgasm before his woman has had at least one orgasm of her own.”
“But—”
Scott put a finger over her mouth. “I should have had more control, paced myself, pulled out and kissed your pussy.” Lia was lying across his thighs, his arm rested on her chest, so there was no way he could miss her trembling. “When I put my lips between your pretty legs, you won’t be able to hold back your climax.”
“No, it’s me. Not you.” She tried to sit up, but he caught hold of her hair in his left hand and wound the long strands around his fist. Scott had an evil plan—payback. He owed Houston something and he was about to dish it out. Sliding his right hand down her body,
he cupped her vulva, letting the heel of his hand rest on her clit. “Oh.” Her mouth formed a perfect circle.
“Let’s talk. We’re not through.” As he spoke he began to rub between her legs. “What we’ve got to do is give you something to do while we’re having sex other than thinking.” When she spread her legs wider, he smiled. “What could that be?”
“Ummmm.” Lia was finding it hard to think at all. “I got nothing.”
“Oh yea, you’ve got something.” He lifted his hand and smacked her lightly, right over her clit. “Something I need.”
“Scott!” She yelped, but it felt so good, she knew if he put his hand back, he would feel the dampness.
“We’re going to make love again, in the hot tub.” His hand returned and began massaging her through the material of her jeans. “And I’m going to give you one simple task.”
“What’s that?” Her whole universe had narrowed down to the pleasure he was giving her. Warmth was radiating from her clit, tingling down her legs and up to her nipples.
“I’ll tell you when it’s time. I don’t want you worrying about it till we get started.” Gently, he turned loose of her hair, resting her head on the arm of the couch, freeing up both of his hands. While one was busy caressing her slit, the other plumped a breast and began rubbing a nipple.
“God.” Lia gave up. She closed her eyes, lifted her hips and tried to ride his hand. There was no way she could keep quiet.
Little whimpering noises of pleasure came purring from her throat. And her hips started pumping, one of her hands coming to his chest and clutching the material of his shirt. Scott was on a campaign, she was going to cum or he wasn’t nearly the man he thought he was. “Sucking on your nipples was like eating candy. I can’t wait to get them back in my mouth. I could lick you all night, Houston. And your pussy was so tight, my cock couldn’t resist you. You turned me inside out. I’ve never wanted a woman more. Your body was so soft, so sweet...I could sink inside you every day for the rest of my life. You’re a fuckin’ wet dream, baby. Making love to you was out of this world.”
“Scott! God! Scott!” Lia flew apart. His words, his touch, his nearness—all of it escalated to the point where the only thing she wanted was—more. Both of her hands flew down to trap his, pressing him even harder into her pussy, wanting, needing more pressure. “Please, please, please.”
With exultation, Scot captured her lips, and let her ride his hand. Her whole body stiffened, she arced. The little sweetheart even nipped his tongue in her excitement. Her lips went cold, and then she shook, shivered from head to foot. “That’s my girl. Beautiful, so beautiful.” As if overwhelmed, she threw her arms around his neck, burying her head in his chest. “Houston?” Was she crying?
“I have never cum so hard.”
“I’m glad.” He stroked her back, holding her to his chest.
“That’s the first time anyone ever helped.”
“What do you mean?” He pushed her hair out of her face. “Explain.”
She guessed she owed him an explanation. “I’ve got issues.” That pretty much summed it up.
“You are too young and too sweet to have issues.”
Lia kissed his chest through his shirt. “I don’t want to go into it. Suffice to say, I just listened to a guy who tried to make me doubt myself.”
“Well, don’t.” She nestled against him, then wiggled trying to get comfortable. Finally she started giggling so hard, she made him laugh. “What’s wrong?”
“I couldn’t figure out why I was uncomfortable, then I realized I’m trying to rest on a baseball bat.” Not waiting for an invitation, she sat up and reached for his zipper. “If you don’t want me to do this, speak up now or forever hold your peace.”
“Are you kidding? You hold my piece, please.” She took him at his word, working down his zipper, petting him through his underwear, trying to find a way to free him. “Need some help?”
She sat back, breathless. “Yes, please.”
Scott took advantage. He wanted to be naked with her. “Let’s both pull off our clothes. I’ll race you.”
She was shocked for a second, and then thought—what the heck. Never taking her eyes off of him, she took strength in his enthusiasm, the way he hurried as if he couldn’t wait for her to touch him. And the way he looked at her! How could this man want her so much?
“You are so fuckin’ beautiful.”
His cock was full and throbbing, drawing her hands and mouth. She didn’t wait for him to sit. Lia went to her knees, taking the thick knob of his cock between her lips. Holding on to his thighs, she began to suck greedily. Taking the whole head of his erection into her mouth, she tongued the underside, sucking and moaning as she tasted the precum which had leaked from the tiny opening at the tip. She didn’t really know what she was doing, but she’d read enough books and had enough fantasies to be able to fake it—maybe.
“God, Houston,” he groaned, burying his hands in her hair. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”
She hummed her answer and he groaned anew. “Your mouth is ...hot, wet. Suck me, baby.”
Lia took him as far down her throat as she could, making a cradle for him with her tongue as he slid in and out. He wouldn’t have been so deliberate, but she acted eager, hungry, like she wanted his taste more than anything. God, what a turn-on!
Scott couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Was there anything sexier than watching a woman sucking on your cock and loving it? She looked up at him with those amazing green eyes, innocent in many ways. “Your mouth is so damn hot.”
Gripping the root of his cock, Scott stood on tiptoe, his thighs tightening. His lips curled in a snarl as she continued to love on him, cupping his balls as she licked and laved his shaft, taking her tongue and flickering it on the end.
“Fuck, Houston.” He was just about to lose it, but he wanted to hold out a little while longer. “I need you.” He eased from her grasp, then pulled her down on the couch, right on top of him. “I want to play, too.”
He lay down, lifted her, and turned her so she was lying on top of him. Spreading her legs wide, Scott stared at her pink, swollen treasure. Gently, he caressed the tender folds. “Do you want me to kiss you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Back up, till I tell you to stop.”
She scooted, but kept a hold on his cock. “I still need to reach too.”
Her sexy little grumble made him laugh. “You’re fun, Houston. I’m goin’ down on you, now.”
“I’m ready,” she said as if bracing for a shock.
Scott lowered his head to the sweet flesh before him. So hot, so wet.
“I may pass out,” she gasped as her hips pushed back for more.
Scot licked, a long luxurious swipe from bottom to top. He moaned at the sweet cream on his tongue. “Stay with me.” He encouraged and felt her mouth close over him once more, the flame of her tongue almost more than he could handle. “I want all of you.” Holding her hips, he speared his tongue up inside of her, then reveled in her scream. She clamped down on him, her delicate pussy muscles clasping his tongue. All the while she was pleasuring him, giving him more than he’d ever expected.
Concentration was impossible. Lia was trying so hard to give Scott all he deserved. But he wasn’t making it easy. “This wasn’t a good idea,” she grumbled. “I need to focus.”
“Shush.” He chuckled. “You can do it, match my rhythm.” He teased her with his tongue, kissing her clit, sucking the folds, causing her to ride his face in absolute abandon. “Okay, stop. You first.” She stilled and he went to work, pushing one finger up into the heat of her sex while he sucked and tongued her clit until she shuddered beneath his touch.
“Scott, sweet Scott,” she gasped as his arms tightened around her, holding her till the quakes subsided.
He was still erect and pulsing. Taking him in hand, she brought her lips to the crown.
“Don’t stop,” he begged as she stroked him, pumped him, her mouth and tongue worshiping his hard flesh. “Don’t ever stop.” Their mutual pleasure had him primed, so as she licked the crest, then suckled him deep, he jerked inside of her, his release spurting to the back of her throat. The sensation caught her by surprise, but she swallowed, knowing it was him. She held him tight between her lips until the last drop had been consumed.
“I want to hold you.” He pulled her up and into his arms as they gasped for breath, her body curling on top of his as he cradled her to him. Scott stroked her back, brushing her hair from her face and kissing her temple tenderly. “Thank you.”
“I didn’t know…” She crossed her arms on his chest, resting her chin on her hands. “I will never ever forget you.”
“Oh, that’s just beginning. Wait till the fireworks start.”
* * *
The fireworks were out of this world.
The ones lighting up the sky weren’t bad either.
Snow covered the ground, but the temperature inside the hot tub was just right. Lia sat in Scott’s lap, straddling him, his cock buried to the hilt in her aching pussy.
“That’s right. Hold me tight.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on.
“Now, the only thing I want you to think about is me inside of you. Squeeze me,” he whispered in her ear. “Milk me, Houston.”
She smiled into his neck, tightening her sex around his cock.
“All I want you to think about is how I feel inside of you. Concentrate on us. Move your bottom and scrub that little pussy on me. Make me feel good.”
Listening to his voice, she did as he asked, loving the way he filled her, the sweet burn as her pussy stretched to accommodate him. Biting her lip, she worked her hips, massaging his thick dick. “My pussy loves to hold you tight,” she whispered into his ear.
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