Trained for Seduction

by Mia Downing

  “Pretty panties.” He eased his finger along the edge, just inside, brushing over her damp slit. She closed her eyes and wished he’d do more, quickly, before she came without him exploring her there.

  He pushed her hips back until she hit the bed, falling down, reminiscent of their last encounter. But this time, he knelt on the floor between her thighs, his face even with her mound. She opened her mouth to protest but he’d already found her clit with his tongue, through the gauzy material, and she instead sighed with pleasure.

  The articles she’d read about oral sex had led her to believe she’d like it. He’d barely used his mouth, and she was already thinking this was worth any embarrassment she might feel later.

  His tongue ran along the edge of lace where it met her inner thigh, dipping inside. He pulled the material away, and his tongue danced inward, along her slit, then sank into her core. His hands tugged at the side strings, and she lifted her hips, eager to have the material gone, his mouth back on her pussy.

  “You taste so sweet. Are you liking this?”

  “You know I am. What woman wouldn’t?” she asked on a gasp as his mouth went back to work, lips slanting over her pussy lips, his mouth and tongue kissing there as he had her mouth. Oh-so-wicked. She should have said no, she didn’t like it. But Kate didn’t want to lie. She wanted him.

  She glanced to the side and was shocked to see her image in a mirror, his face between her thighs. The passion on her face, how her skin glowed with lust and made her look beautiful, even to herself. She swallowed and ran her hands to his head, pulling him deeper to her.

  He inserted a finger inside her slick channel, and she stiffened a moment, then his mouth found her clit and sucked, hard. She forgot the finger and instead concentrated on the waves of pleasure generated by his lips on her hard nub, the contractions of her arousal spasming around his finger. She suddenly wished for another, and as if he read her mind, he slipped two fingers inside her and gently pumped them in and out.

  He lifted his head. “My cock will feel like this, only a hundred times better.”

  “Ego,” was all she could manage on a gasp.

  He laughed and continued his path of pleasure. His other hand slid under her ass, gathering moisture at her pussy and sliding it down to her anus. She stiffened again. What would he want there? He rewarded her with more suction on her clit. She relaxed, and his thumb massaged her tighter hole until it slipped inside to the knuckle.

  Pleasure so strong rocked her to her toes, the shock running to her pussy. She almost came, but he stilled, his fingers slipping deeper into her slick channel, his thumb still in her ass. He lifted his face with a wicked grin. “How’s this?”

  Her orgasm receded, and it left her a bit pissy. How dare he not finish what he’d started? “I didn’t know I was being assaulted by an octopus. So many hands in different places.”

  He looked concerned. “You feel uncomfortable? Uneasy?”

  “I’ll probably rot in hell, but I didn’t realize I’d like to be touched…there.”

  He pumped his thumb gently in response, the puckered rosette giving the experience a different feel, one wickedly sinful. She arched her hips, encouraging the fingers in her pussy to pump as well. So, so close again.

  He ceased all movement. She panted. Then he continued his leisurely tonguing and stroking. It took her about five seconds to reach the edge of orgasm this time. Again he pulled her back, away from the most delicious decent into bliss.

  She moaned in frustration. “Will you let me come now?”

  He lifted his head from her pussy with a look that made her toes curl all on their own. “How desperate are you?”

  “I’d let you in.”

  He smiled in victory. “Then yes.”

  He returned his face to her clit and began to work his tongue in earnest, alternating lapping with suction. His fingers and thumb found a rhythm of their own, in and out, and then he joined the two fingers with a third, stretching her fully.

  “Go ahead. Come for me, Kate,” he whispered, his fingers wicked instruments.

  She came, hard enough to curl her toes, as he had promised. Her pussy spasmed around his hand, the thickness delicious to her inner muscles. More cream dripped from her pussy, soaking his hand, his thumb still in her ass, her thighs. She sighed, closing her eyes, a hand trailing down to roll a nipple between her fingers as his fingers and tongue left her.

  He stood, and she opened her eyes to watch him undress. Emma was inside her, trying to get her attention, but there was no way Kate wasn’t going to enjoy the show.

  God, he was magnificent. His skin was slightly damp from exertion, and he fairly glowed. His chest was strong, muscled in all the right areas, his stomach lean and just rippled enough to make her want to touch the flesh there. His jeans fell away from his hips, and she looked at the floor, not really wanting to see his cock at this point. She hoped to hell he was smaller than he felt through his jeans. “No underwear?”

  “Didn’t feel the need.” He fumbled with a foil packet, the rolling of latex louder than she realized. Then she glanced back, and Chase motioned for her to scoot up the bed. She did so, and he followed, looming over her.

  She wanted to touch him, feel his skin under her palms, the muscles of his chest, but froze. She wasn’t quite sure what she should do now that her orgasm had passed. Now that her mind was clearer, this didn’t seem like such a good idea. But instead of settling between her thighs and taking her, he stretched out next to her, on his side.

  “I’m not going to just jump you, so don’t be so tense, love. I’m going to take a minute to bring you back up to where I am. I can feel you shaking.” He rested on an elbow, his face inches from hers. “Was the orgasm good? Did it curl your toes?”

  “Yes,” she whispered back. One large hand strolled to her breast and fondled her nipple, rolling it, and her pussy quivered with renewed need. She bit her lower lip as other hand caressed her jaw. “It was a ten.”

  “Eventually, I’ll give you an eleven with me inside.” He lowered his head to kiss her, his mouth hard, lips demanding, tasting of her essence.

  She answered his demand and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, clinging to him. He rolled on top of her, gently nudged her legs apart with his knees and lowered his hips to hers. He let her bear some of his weight, his cock brushing against her thigh, hot, insistent like his mouth.

  He lifted his head and his hand eased between them, finding her still sensitive clit. “Do you know you can come many times? One after another. Men can’t, but women can.”

  Her traitorous pussy leaped at the thought, clenching as his fingers worked their magic on her clit, then dipped inside and stretched her. He lowered his head to her breast, sucking her nipple again, biting down gently at the same time as he pinched her hard nub.

  She cried out, loving the slight sting of pain mingling with the deepest pleasure. She didn’t think her pussy could become any wetter, hotter, but it did, and when he finally allowed his cock to brush the entrance, she responded with a thrust of her hips.

  “Easy,” he breathed against her ear. “This shouldn’t hurt, but I want to go slow. You need to savor the first time I slide into you.”

  That was enough to make her go still with apprehension. This was it, the moment she’d waited for since she had turned sixteen and discovered orgasms.

  He inched in, opening her slowly, pausing every so often to kiss her lips, or bite at her neck. She sucked in a deep breath, liking the way his thick shaft stretched her pussy as he eased in, the slight burn strangely erotic, his cock twitching with the strain of control. Then he sank in fully.

  He smiled down at her, the look almost proud, smug that he was the first. “Virgin no longer.”

  “Virgin no longer.” She was amazed at the feel of him—his cock deep inside her, his weight bearing down, his hand at her breast, caressing the flesh. The burn receded and need began to grow as she flexed her pussy muscles around him, experimenting. “Now what?”r />
  “Now we see what you like.” He withdrew slightly and gently slid back in, and stilled, his pubic bone grinding slightly against her clit.

  Oh, my.

  “More,” she whispered, liking that.

  He pumped again and found a rhythm that was slow, easy. He held her hips and showed her how to move in time with him. Understanding dawned with a new, primal need. She needed more…what? She arched her back, and his cock found new depths. Oh, yes. That was what she wanted. That, times ten. Frenzy whirled, and she raised her knees to use her feet for leverage on the bed.

  She slammed him home, deeper, harder than he must have expected because he stilled, his fingers biting into her hips. “Whoa, you sure?”

  “Yes.” God, yes, the harder, the better. She rocked her hips again, needing more of him, needing him to thrust harder. He lifted one of her legs and pulled it around his waist, showing her another angle, this one more delicious than the last. She wrapped both of her legs and then decided she liked one wrapped for the angle, the friction, and one on the bed to give her leverage against him.

  Inside, her pussy couldn’t have been much happier. The muscles quivered and clenched, and she found if she contracted just as he pumped into her channel, holding him deep, it made a delicious thrill when he withdrew, only to plunge back in again.

  “God, I’m so close,” he said against her cheek. “Come for me, Kate. I can feel you’re almost there. I want you to come, hard.”

  Yes, she wanted to come, but how? She rocked her hips faster, urging him deeper, panting. She opened her eyes, and he looked up, their gazes clashing, then melding. Her breath caught, and her skin tingled all over, the electricity between them as intense as his heated gaze. The swirling in her belly intensified and suddenly the orgasm loomed. She could reach out and touch it.

  “Come for me,” he coaxed and lowered his head to kiss her neck.

  With one last flex of her pussy muscles, she found herself at the pinnacle again and she came, her pussy clenching and throbbing, her clit humming. She grabbed the sheets and clenched them in her fists, unable to hold back the moan of pleasure any longer.

  He groaned and slammed harder once, twice, and then tensed. Inside, the latex pulsed with heat, and she assumed he came, too. She wrapped her legs and arms around him, holding him deeper, thrilled he’d found pleasure in making love with her. He continued thrusting gently, the pumps softer as he lowered himself fully on top of her.

  He breathed hard in her ear, now and then swallowing, and she thought he trembled just a little. Maybe she hadn’t given him that much pleasure after all, and he was working up the guts to tell her.

  She had to ask. “Was I okay? Seeing I brought nada to the table with experience.”

  He kissed her neck, then her cheek, and lastly her mouth. “You were awesome.”

  “But—”

  “Shh. I don’t want to critique the moment. I want to bask in the afterglow. And trust me, there wasn’t much to critique. That was incredible.”

  “But—”

  “Shh!” He kissed her again. “Am I too heavy?”

  “No.” She liked how she felt under him, his body molded to hers. Her skin hummed, damp from exertion, her inner core spasming with aftershocks, clenching around his semi-hard cock. Was it normal to want more? Because she wanted seconds and perhaps even thirds. “When will you be ready again?”

  “Soon?” He took an experimental thrust. “Very soon.”

  “I want you again.”

  Kate’s soft words were like porn to Chase’s cock. He hardened instantly. It had been long enough since he’d had sex that he knew he’d recover quickly this time and be ready to fuck her again.

  No, that wasn’t true. He didn’t want to fuck her. He wanted to make love to her again. He had never understood the lure of virgins, of waiting for that perfect someone. He’d had sex for the first time at sixteen and never looked back.

  But now, a part of him wondered what it would have been like to wait for someone like her. And though she had no choice in the offering, knowing he was the first, that she had given him something so special made his heart sing.

  He propped himself up on an elbow. “I need to go to the bathroom quick first. Do you think you can wait a moment?”

  “Yes.”

  He rose, crossed the room, and deposited the used condom in the toilet, flushed, and washed his hands. He probably didn’t need to use one since he was clean. Her records said she was on birth control. However, he decided to be a gentleman and not offer anything else. Then he wouldn’t have to explain why he hadn’t had sex in a year. Why he had waited, for her.

  He put on a new condom and took a moment to enjoy the view of her, stretched out on his bed. Her eyes were closed, her lips curved in a soft, satisfied smile. It was an interesting contrast to how she had lay on the bed before sex—tense, reserved, her eyes wide with fear and lust. Yet now, she stretched out like a satisfied cat, a little more sure as she opened her eyes and met his gaze with heated intent. Lusty for him.

  He crawled back on the bed, settled himself between her thighs, and slid home into her slick yet tight pussy. “Grip my legs with yours.”

  She did, and he rolled, flipping her until she straddled him, his cock still deep inside. “Oh,” she breathed, looking down at him with wonder, need in her eyes.

  “Yeah. Good, huh?” He gave a buck of his hips, thrusting upward, showing her what to do. “I’m tired, now. You need to do some of the work.”

  “You need to run with special ops equipment on. That will get you into shape.” She laughed in his ear, and experimentally lifted her pelvis, allowing his cock to slide out of her pussy. Then she slid down, engulfing him fully. “Oh, that’s nice.”

  Anything she did was nice. More than nice. He slapped her on the ass. “Get to work.”

  A look of surprise crossed her face. “Do that again.”

  A dark rush of lust ran through his loins. Did he dare hope? He slapped the other cheek, and she gasped, her pussy clenching around his cock, so sweet, amazingly tight.

  “Is it wrong for me to like that?” Concern lined her face, and she stilled, brushing her blonde hair from her cheek.

  His cock wanted to scream how right it was. She was made for him. This was proof. Instead, he said, “Nothing that we do together is ever wrong. If you like it, then you should do it.”

  “But do you like—”

  “Nothing turns me on more than spanking a woman.” Or whips, or chains, or clamps… He spanked her again, once, twice, and rocked his hips, his cock riding deep.

  “Yes,” she said on a moan and slammed down on him harder, her eyes closed. He reached up and cupped her breasts with both hands, rolling his thumbs over her nipples, then pinching both as he thrust upward as hard as he could.

  He watched for her reaction—she bit her lip and fought another moan. His girl liked a little pain as much as she liked to be told to come. Her pussy clenched around his cock, spasming, holding him deep a moment. Then she churned her hips again, her breath coming faster, her pubic bone grinding against his. Could he get any luckier? Would she take direction?

  “Play with your nipples, love,” he commanded softly.

  She hesitated.

  “I like a woman who touches herself. You want to please me, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, unsure. Her trembling hand found her breast, mimicking the way he had rolled and pulled. His breath caught at the sight—so beautiful—but also with hope. Maybe she would submit to him eventually.

  But no, this wasn’t about his needs. This was work, damn it. They wanted her feisty and sexy, right out of the gate. He sighed, unable to deny what her small hand on her nipple did to him. He wanted more, selfishly for himself.

  He cupped his hand over hers on her breast, helping her squeeze, fondle. “So sexy when you do as I ask. Do you like pleasing me?”

  “God, yes.” She met his gaze then, hesitant, still unsure.

  “You’re doing a goo
d job. You’re beautiful when you touch yourself. I don’t think I’ve ever been harder.” It wasn’t a lie. His cock throbbed inside her pussy, the blood pumping though his veins at a million miles a second. But he was greedy, and he wanted more from her. “Play with your clit, too. It excites me to see you pleasuring yourself while I fuck you.”

  He saw the war in her eyes between embarrassment and her need to please. The submissive side of her won as her eyes fluttered shut in surrender. Her other hand found her clit, rubbing, pinching then stroking, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she rode him with more insistence.

  Thank fuck he had come once already, or the sight would have blown him sky-high. If she recited facts from the periodic table at the same time, he’d shoot the moon.

  “That’s it, love. Fuck me harder. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

  “I’m so close to coming,” she breathed, her eyes closed. “But it won’t happen. Why can’t I come for you?”

  Chase smiled smugly. Oh yes, so submissive already. “Your body is waiting for me to tell you to come.”

  “Oh.” She bit her lip, her forehead wrinkled in concentration, eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Can I? Please?”

  “Wait,” he commanded, knowing just what she needed. His hand glided between them, gathering some of her juices to lubricate her puckered hole. His thumb slipped inside to the knuckle, then all the way, stretching her, pumping in time to her thrusts. “Tell me how that feels.”

  “Oh, Chase,” she said on a groan. “Is it right for it to feel that good?”

  “Very right,” he said, his ego inflated to unnatural proportions. “I like it when you say my name. Say my name as you come, love.”

  “I can come?” she asked with such hope he had to bite back a laugh.

  “Come for me, love.”

  “Chase,” Kate cried out as she came, her eyes closed, hips churning wildly, magnificent above him. He grabbed her hips and urged her on through her climax, keeping the blistering pace his cock needed. But maybe he needed her to speak to him, to say his version of dirty talk.

  “Say something smart for me,” he coaxed.