“Ten reps of what?”
She batted her lashes. “My most useful muscles.”
He bent and caught her earlobe with his teeth, giving her a sharp nip that sent a sizzle straight to her womb and made her work those muscles then and there.
“Not bad, baby vixen. Not bad at all.” He leaned back just enough to look down her body. “I want to see you working out.”
“I’m working out right now.” Yep, still clenching her inner muscles, wishing she were clenching on him instead of the dull-aching emptiness.
“I can’t see it.”
“If you’re lucky, you might get to feel it.”
“Now that’s the bait. You have me hooked.” He put his hands on her hips and pulled her close against him.
He half laughed, half groaned. “Here’s your first lesson: anticipation heightens response.” He leaned in. “Arouse. Then pause. It’ll heighten arousal.”
“Delayed gratification?” She shook her head. She’d been delayed over twelve hours already. An entire night tossing and turning and dreaming. “It’s so not what it’s cracked up to be.”
“No?” He reached out to cup her cheek.
“No,” she whispered, unable to hide the thread of yearning in her voice.
His face tightened and he stepped closer. “The things you make me want to do, Abbi. It’s…”
“What?”
His smile faded. “You don’t want to know.”
She put her hand on his wrist, stopping him from withdrawing. “That’s not fair. I do want to know. That’s the whole point of this, right?” She stared up at him.
“Fine. I want to strip you bare, I want to bite on your softest curves, I want to eat you out until you come on my mouth, I want to fuck you so hard you scream loud enough for everyone on the block to hear. Then I want to flip you over and do it again with you on your knees, begging me so loudly and long you lose your voice.” He pushed her backward against the wall. “Is that what you want?”
That was exactly what she wanted. “Please don’t make me wait any longer.” Abbi reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and melted against him. Falling into the kiss, letting him go as deeply as he liked.
And he liked it deep.
Her upper thighs quivered. There was no way she was going to be able to wait much longer. “So”—she sent him an innocent look—“what do we do now?”
“I’m not going to take you upstairs and fuck you senseless.”
He wasn’t?
He burst out laughing. “The look on your face.” He framed her cheeks with his palms. “Not yet, Abbi.”
“Why not?” She leaned closer. “Isn’t that what this is all about? Why the delay? I want to learn. I need to learn.”
He nodded. “We need to work on the basics first.”
“What’s more basic?” She wanted him so bad. How could he do this to her—parade his body, smile, tease and not physically fulfill? She was on edge. Aching. Needy.
His eyes rested on her, his smile tight. “You’re really wound up.”
She refused to answer. She was angry with him. She tried to pull back but his grip tightened. “You’re all talk, you know that?”
“Talk is a good place to start, and you don’t talk enough,” he said. “Though you’re not bad with the flirty innuendo. Yesterday you set me on fire with your pole-dancing tease.”
She shook her head. “It was too much, too soon.”
“No.” He ran a finger around her lips. “Added to the eye contact and the dress, you had me hard in a heartbeat. Abbi, if it’s sex you want, you only have to show off your curves.”
“It takes more than curves to please a guy.” She shook her head. “Once interest is lit, I still need to follow through.”
He looked pensive.
“I think getting the balance right between being assertive and being aggressive is difficult to master,” she said huskily.
“I think you just need to be yourself. Be honest. Communicate your needs.”
“That doesn’t work.” She lifted a hand in frustration. “I’m missing something. Technique.”
“I don’t think it’s about tricks,” he said.
She sighed. “So what is it then? And don’t you dare say ‘confidence’—all the articles say confidence and none explain how to acquire it.”
“Okay, I won’t.”
“And what if she’s shy?” Abbi asked, all the more irritated.
“All she has to do is smile.”
Only smile? That’s it? That was his brilliant advice for the day? Her first lesson better not be over already or she’d have to kill him.
“It’s true.” He half laughed. “Your eyes—the way you’ve been watching me? Very good. Body language—the licking of your lips, the brushing back of your hair… all good.”
That hadn’t been intentional. She hadn’t even been aware she was doing it.
“You know,” he said softly, “the more sexually charged the atmosphere, the more chance of having multiple orgasms.”
“And you would know this because?”
He smiled. “So much of it is in the mind.”
He was in her mind. But he liked the way she’d been watching him? She decided to look at him some more. She peered up at him from under her lashes. “Joe?” she whispered.
“Quit it, you’re making this really hard for me.” He glared at her, his body rigid.
The pleasure of triumph washed through her. “Good.”
“Let’s get upstairs.” He swallowed. “But we’re not having sex. We’ll play, but not all the way this time. Vixens don’t give it all up on the first date.”
Not having sex? What did he mean not having sex?
“Leaving him wanting, building that anticipation—the atmosphere,” he said as he led the way. “That’ll seal it for you later.”
“But wasn’t last night our first date?” she asked innocently as she followed him.
He paused on the staircase and sent her a fierce look back. “You can try to make me change my mind if you like.”
She’d never claimed she’d be a good vixen.
They took the stairs to the next level—past the sign labeled Private, and to a big steel door. He took a key from his pocket and punched a code into the number pad on the wall beside the entrance.
Then he opened it and stepped inside. He turned and looked at her from across the threshold. “Coming?”
She took a couple of steps. He reached out and with a flick of his hand slammed the door shut behind her.
All senses screaming, Abbi faced him.
He held her gaze as he walked back toward her with that slow, confident gait. Within a couple of paces he reached her, his smile twisted, and to her surprise, he dropped to his knees.
“Are you really ready for me?” he asked huskily.
The sight of Joe Fuller kneeling before her and looking that filled with lust did something to her. Something hot and fierce flipped over in her belly.
Confidence.
No, more than that. Aggression stirred.
She was sick of waiting. Sick of watching. Now she just wanted.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” she said, staring down at him. “You have my permission.”
His whole body stiffened. He shot her a burning look. “Good to know.”
He reached forward, curling his hands around her ankles like shackles. “What else do I need your permission for?” he drawled so very slowly. “Tell me. Honestly.”
She had six sessions. Six sessions to get the most out of, to learn, to satisfy, to indulge. With nothing to lose, Abbi gave herself over to fantasy. “Everything.”
His brows lifted in a quick flash, his jaw firmed, and so did his grip on her ankles. “I need more detail. Am I allowed to push up your skirt?”
“Yes.”
“Am I allowed to remove your panties?”
“Yes.”
“Am I allowed to run my tongue across your swollen clit and bury it i
nside of your hot pussy?”
She squeezed her inner muscles tight, so turned on, so stunned, she could hardly speak. “You’re not allowed to stop until I come.”
She was only a stroke away from it anyway.
The most wicked smile spread over his face. He looked like a man born to serve. “Your wish is my command.”
His grip tightened. He lifted one of her feet, placing it farther from the other. Abbi drew in a deep, shaking breath as he slowly traced a single finger up the front of her shin.
It tickled slightly, causing Abbi’s concentration to shatter. She anticipated the caress to climb higher, to her knee, to her thigh. But it didn’t; instead he stopped. Then started low again—this time two fingers traced a curving, unpredictable path that set her skin ablaze.
She needed him to go higher. But still he didn’t. Still he moved—so deliciously, so not enough.
“Please,” she whispered.
At that, he finally rose on his knees, bunching her skirt in his fists as he did and pushing it up. He leaned in, his hot breath blew over her thighs, and then he inhaled deeply.
She quivered. That gorgeous lethargy stole over her bones and she leaned back with a thud against the door behind her. Damn, he could make her melt just by breathing.
“You smell good,” he murmured.
She wriggled, embarrassed, but he laughed and leaned closer, pressing his chest between her legs so she had to keep them apart.
His lips brushed her upper thigh. Then his tongue stroked.
She groaned. She still had her damn panties on.
As if he read her mind, he rubbed her hands with his knuckles. “Hold your skirt up.”
She practically snatched the material he’d gathered from his grip. With his hands free, he immediately tugged her panties down to her ankles and helped her step out of them. She shivered as he did. Frozen, waiting for him to hit the hot spot, afraid that if she moved he wouldn’t. She was a hot mess of waiting.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured. “You want it.”
Oh she did. So much.
She moaned as he licked her upper thigh. Heard an answering growl from him like he was delighting in the taste of her desire. She vaulted to the edge of orgasm in a single touch.
“Joe,” she gasped.
“That’s it.”
It was all she could do to breathe. Heat rushed in on her. She wanted this, but she wanted more. So much more.
“Just enjoy it,” he murmured. “Let it happen.”
She couldn’t do much else.
He licked each side of her innermost thigh. Then used his teeth, a teasing bite, almost painful, and then a kiss. A warm brush of wet lips. Every time he moved from one side to the other he got a little closer. His hands kneaded her butt, squeezing her cheeks gently, but keeping her exactly where he wanted. Pushing her pelvis right into his upturned face.
He switched his hold, freeing a hand to glide it up the inside of her leg. He gently pushed her apart with his fingers, exposing her oversensitive clit to the air, his gaze, his mouth.
“You’re all swollen and ready for me.” His low grumble was pure satisfaction. “Your big clit is begging to be bitten.”
His teeth pinched and she gasped. She’d never been so turned on. And then he sucked on her.
Abbi cried out.
“Come on my tongue, sweetheart,” Joe said roughly.
He lightly bit again and as he did, he slid a finger inside her. It was a big finger.
“Yes.” Her hands fisted in her bunched-up skirt. Her inner muscles gripped on to him.
That’s what she needed—to be filled, given something to clench on to. The ache within her was unbearable.
He withdrew and then pushed back deeper. Two fingers. Slowly he pumped them, the rhythm matching the way he was teasing her clit, swirling his tongue around her, before sucking and then biting in a so-careful, so-concentrated clamp. Sensual heat consumed her as her focus narrowed in on his actions. She felt weightless, like the only things keeping her upright were the fingers inside her.
His rhythm and intensity increased. And it was so damn good. She rocked, riding him now, gasping restlessly as he worked her faster, finger-fucked her deeper, sucked her clit harder.
An orgasm ricocheted through her, swamping her in pleasure. Her body writhed as the convulsions twisted her inside out. Relentless, he kept his fingers pumping, his other hand clamped on her hip, pushing her back against the door, keeping her as still as possible while he kept sucking her sensitive clit.
Her hands released the skirt and her legs lost their strength as she screamed again. Too fucking much. Too sensitive. Too goddamn late—another orgasm hit, so hot on the heels of the first. She pleaded with him—yes, no—ooohhhh. She didn’t know anything anymore.
Only pleasure. Only satisfaction. Only lust.
Slick juices made his fingers slip and she heard his chuckle as she bent at the waist. He reached up to catch her as she slithered to the floor. Her bare butt hit the cool wood and her legs bent at the knee but still spread wide, everything exposed for him to see. He remained on his knees between her legs, hands on her waist, a satisfied yet still predatory smile on his face.
“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in a skirt. Never, ever wear panties again,” he said in a rough, low voice. “Promise me.”
Her lower belly quivered. “What’re you going to do if I wear them?” she couldn’t resist asking.
“I’ll take them off and make you pay.”
“How?”
“I’ve already made you orgasm in a public place,” he said, slowly stroking her inner thigh. “But I’ve decided it wasn’t good enough.”
“It was good enough for me.”
“No. You didn’t scream. Not like that.” He angled his head, the wickedness glinting in his eyes. “You ever wear panties with me again, I’ll take them off and make you come so hard you scream the house down. In public. And everyone will know why.”
Her eyes widened. “That’d never happen.”
“No? You don’t think I could make you lose all that control?” he asked softly.
His fingers stroked up her thigh.
His other hand pushed her shoulders back against the door and, with him still in position on his knees between her legs, she couldn’t move. Couldn’t avoid his clever, clever fingers.
“Couldn’t I do that?” he murmured, leaning forward to catch her mouth with his.
She gasped as his thumb swept roughly across her oversensitive clit. Back and forth in a fast rhythm over her sensitive nub.
Heat returned, rolling over her in pounding waves. She broke free of his kiss, desperate. “I can’t—”
“Sure you can. I do love to make you come.”
And he did a damn good job of it. She closed her eyes as the aftershock rolled into another orgasm.
But it wasn’t enough. Just teasing her clit wasn’t enough. She bucked her hips, wanting more. Wanting him to finger her again. Better still, he could free his cock and fuck her properly. She was ready to beg. When she could speak again, that was.
But it was a full minute before the silence was broken.
“You still willing to dare me?” he asked.
She opened her eyes. He looked so damn smug. “I can dare you.” She swallowed. “In fact I’ll give you a dare this minute.”
His brows lifted.
“I dare you to fuck me on the floor, hard, and rough, and right now.”
He drew a sharp breath, apparently caught off guard by her blatantly sexual statement. “I already told you we weren’t having sex today.”
“Oral sex is a kind of sex,” she pointed out, belligerence overtaking the postorgasmic glow.
“No. You’ve had your quota of demands for the day.”
She glared at him. He didn’t want to have sex? Really? Wasn’t he hard and hurting with blue balls or something?
Insecurity sank its fangs into her most vulnerable part. Oh crap, maybe he really didn’t actua
lly want to. Maybe he was being generous—giving the geek a couple of orgasms as his good deed of the day.
“Don’t start acting the charity case.” He looked angry. “If I was a lesser man, I’d be screwing you ’til you couldn’t walk.”
“Then why aren’t you?”
He hesitated. “You’re not ready for me.”
“Why not?” she snapped. “You’re that huge? How wet do I have to get?” She rolled her eyes. “Jeez, I can cope with your cock.”
“I’m big and I’m heavy and sometimes my hands are rougher than I intend,” he snapped back. “But that’s not what I meant.”
Abbi took a moment to breathe through the erotic aftershock that his words had ignited. “Then what exactly do you mean?”
He sat back, resting his hands on her knees, holding her legs in place. “I need you to be wholly honest with me,” he said.
Surprised, she frowned. “I have been honest.” Could she have been more blunt?
He shook his head. “Let’s quit with the app chat. Why do you want to do this, really?”
How to kill the postorgasmic glow in one sentence. “I already told you, I’m boring in bed.”
His expression warmed. “What happened just then was anything but boring.”
“You were humoring me.” She looked at the floor.
“No, I wasn’t.”
“Yeah, that was you, ‘performing.’” She winced at the word. “For me.”
…
Joe angled his head and bent low so she couldn’t avoid his eyes anymore. “I was hot for you, yes. I’d have done anything you asked. I wanted to pleasure you.”
God, he’d wanted it. Wanted to see her, hear her, taste her. He wanted all that again already.
She blushed. “Like I said, you were the one doing everything.”
“I don’t agree, but even if it were true, I don’t have a problem with that. But you do.”
“It’s a problem if that’s what always happens.” She met his gaze gravely.
She thought she didn’t participate? “Is that what always happened with your ex?”
She snorted. “He didn’t…do that.”
Didn’t delight in eating her? The guy was clearly a loser. “He’s the one who said you were boring in bed.”
She nodded. “That’s the reason he gave for dumping me. It wasn’t even for another woman or anything.”
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