Tease Me

Chapter 25

I stripped out of my exercise gear and jumped into the shower. Knowing a man was already waiting for me meant I didn’t need to rush. I shaved my legs, and when I washed my hair, I even did a five-minute conditioning treatment.

By the time I’d toweled off, blow-dried my hair, brushed my teeth, and applied minimal makeup to cover my freckles, it was already ten-thirty a.m.

As I stoodin front of my closet, I realized that for the first time, I’d be going to Billy as me, Jane Nichols. I had no idea what to wear. Billy was stunning, every bit the hunky male that loads of women dreamed of standing alongside.

I tugged one dress after another from the hanging rack and tried to picture what outfit wouldmatch Billy perfectly. I paused at my blue blazer.Lasttime I’d worn it I’d been with Henry. I’d paired the blazer with my striped T-shirt andwore it withjeans.

Jeans for my cowboy seemed perfect.

I tugged the clothing out and held it against my body but decided that wearingexactlythe same outfit for two different men was a little weird. I swapped the striped T-shirt for a plain white one. This time, I’d tuck my jeans into my long red boots and tieit alltogether with a red scarf.

The idea of Billy peeling the denim off me was very enticing. Or maybe he was just as skilled as Henryhad beenand could shoot me to the moon while fully clothed. My insides clenched at the delicious thoughts running through my mind.

For my lingerie, I decided to skip a bra—I wouldn’t need one for long anyway, not with how quickly thethrobwas growing inside me. I’d be lucky to have my clothes on for ten seconds.

I checked my outfit in the mirror. Other than my nipples being blatantlyobviousthrough the white T-shirt, this was the type of outfit I liked to wear—the Jane Nichols side of me, that was. The clothing Memphis wore was sexy, and there was no doubt it made me feel sexy, but it didn’t make me feel like me. Ijusthoped Billy was ready to see therealPlain Jane, or this could bea very shortdate.

My heart skipped a few beats as I realized I’d called it a date.

Before my tumbling thoughts ruined the excitement that pulsed through my pussy, I grabbed my bag, checked it had everything I needed, and strode out my door. As I rode the elevatorupto the next floor, I rummaged through my bag, searching for lipstick. In my haste to leave, I’d forgotten it completely. The only thing I had was a nude gloss. I glided it on and rubbed my lips together.

The doors pinged open, and with each step I took toward Billy’s room, I grew more nervous.He was about to spend time with the real me—Plain Jane. My heart galloped at an alarming rateby the timeI reached his door and knocked. I closed my eyes and counted the seconds until it opened.

At the click of the handle, I opened my eyes to the most glorious sight. Cowboy Billy was all man, a potent mix of brawn and calm, smoking hot and sexy.

I drank in his appearance, everything from his cute matching dimples to his narrow hips, soperfectly contained in his well-worn jeans.Billyliterallytook my breath away.

“Hi, Jane.” He held his hand forward. “It’s lovely to see you again.”

I nibbled on my bottom lip as his fingers enveloped mine, and I wasfairlycertain the earth moved at our first touch.

“You look incredible.”

I just about melted under his intense molasses gaze. “Thank you.”

He let go of my grip and reached around my back to guide me into the room, and as the door shut, he turned to look at me. “Can I get you something to eat? Drink?”

“No, thank you.”

Normally, I’d walk into a stranger’s room, toss my bag and coat onto a chair, and start stripping. I suddenly felt very awkward. Very Jane-like as I stood stranded between the front door and the dining table.

Billy may have sensed my trepidation because he stepped toward me. His hands glided into my jacket and rested on my waist. This simple touch made my nipples harden, and my breath quicken. “You’re beautiful.”

Billy wasthe one who was beautiful, but his sincerity made my knees just about buckle beneath me.

His eyes were incredible. Long dark lashes framed his liquid honey irises. All the worry that had gripped me earlier melted away as I succumbed to his enchantment. His tongue glided across his lips, and a shiver rolled through me as I tilted my head and closed my eyes, willing him to lower his lips to mine. Barely a breath passed beforemy wish was granted.

The world around me vanished into obscurity as the warmth of his tongue met mine. He tasted of mint and smelled of exotic spices. I curled my fingers around the back of his neck, drawing him to me, silently telling him to give me more. His hands curved up from my waist, and he gently ran his thumb over my nipples, drawing out my hardened buds until the fabric that covered them felt like a straitjacket.

I inched my hands up his chest, feeling every steely muscle. His nipples were tiny pebbles, and I gently pinched them between my fingers. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, meeting his in a delicious dance.

Our heated breaths grew faster, matching my racing heart.Hisgentle attention to my breasts was both exquisite and agony as a delicious pulse started at my pussy and throbbed right through me.

“Oh, Billy.” His name whispered off my tongue.

He pulled back, his eyes loaded with lust-filled intensity. Billy reached up with his hands and cupped my cheeks. I thought he would kiss me again, but instead, he curled his fingers into my collar and removed my jacket. The fabric fell to my feet, and as I kicked it aside, his eyes lowered to my chest. I looked down, too, and my nipples were lethal weapons bulging from the white cotton.

He glided his index finger around my nipples, and as I rolled my head back and closed my eyes, my body sizzled. Every little node around my nipples hardened beneath his touch. He tugged my T-shirt from my jeans, and I raised my hands over my head. The shirt was off in a flash, and I felt so damn sexy standing there topless.

I reached for his shirt, wanting the same for him. His fingers trembled as he helped me with the buttons, and seconds later, he was shirtless, too.

Billy was a muscle god, perfectly sculpted from years of hard work.Thiswas the body every man should aspire to have.

He leaned forward, and when he sucked my breast into his mouth, I just about climaxed right there and then. While his tongue and lips explored my left breast, his hand manipulated my right. I drove my fingers through his golden hair and gently tugged him closer.

He moaned, and I moaned with him. As much as I was enjoying his divine attention, he was enjoying it, too. The orgasm building inside me was enormous, mammoth even, and as I scratched my nails up his back, I fought the urge to let my body take over.

I reached for his belt, desperate to release the bulge that dominated his jeans. As I fumbled with the buckle, he reached for the button on my jeans. We were in a race to undress each other. A race that I won, and within seconds Billy had his jeans around his ankles and his glorious cock pointing right at me.

I lowered to my knees—I couldn’t help myself. I needed to tastehim, and with my fingers digging intohistoned bottom, I suckedhissolid rod into my mouth. My lips glided over the smooth skin, drawing him into my throat. Once he wasall the wayin, I held him there, ensuring maximum suction.

Billy moaned, and when he ran his fingers through my hair, I gradually released. As I eased his cock out of my mouth, I rolled my tongue around his shaft, exploring every aspect of his glorious rod. I paused at the tip, sucking hard until he slipped out.

I looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his lips slightly ajar as if words were about to be whispered across them. I glided my right hand around his hip, and as I curled my fingers between his legs, he stepped apart, giving me more room to play.

With my left hand wrapped around his shaft, I cupped his balls with my right hand, and I curled my tongue around his glistening crown.

Billy hissed, his entire body tensed, and I carried on rolling my tongue around and around, glancing up from time to time to see if he was watching. His fingers curled through my hair, and he groaned.

“Oh, Jane.” To hear him say my name set off a firecracker in me, and the pulsing in my pussy hit a new tempo.

A bubble of semen twinkled at the slit in his crown, begging me to taste. So, I did. It was salty yet sweet. I poked my tongue into the slit, wanting more, and Billy bent his knees and emitted a deep, primal moan.

He clutched my shoulders and pulled back. “Jane, wait.” He reached for my hand, pulling me to my feet. The pupils in his eyes were large black discs almost swallowing his beautiful honey irises. He bent down and yanked his boots from his feet, casting them aside with little care. Then, using his feet, he pulled his jeans off too.

My smoking-hot cowboy stoodcompletelynaked, and I devoured him with my gaze. Every inch of him was a work of art. Muscles bulged in all the right places, and his cock stood tall and proud, pointing up toward his perfectly formed navel. I could have stood there and admired him all day long.

Our eyes met, and something wickedly delicious crossed over his. A heartbeat later, his hands gripped my hips, and as he ran his tongue over his lips, he walked me backward. Under his guidance, I sat on the end of the bed, and Billy kneeleddown, lifted my foot to his thigh, and glided the zipper down my boot.

The concentration on his face was as exhilarating as his glistening body, and Iwasonceagain remindedof how lucky I was. With the second boot removed, he sat up on his knees and placed his hands on my thighs. “Lie back, baby.”

Baby! Holy wow.

I tugged my bottom lip into my mouth as I obeyed his wishes. His hands glided up my hips, and after he undid my jeans zipper, I raised my bottom off the bed and closed my eyes as Billy glided my jeans down my body, taking my underpants off too.

With my eyes closed, I pictured his expression and imagined him running his tongue over his lips as he savored my nudity. The second my jeans were off my ankles, I parted my legs, silently welcoming him to my body.

His warm hands curled over my knees, and I parted them farther. Barely a heartbeat later, Billy’s tongue glided up my pussy. It was hot,hard, and greedy, and I raised my hips, begging him to lick me again.

Billy didn’t need a second invitation, and I set my mind free and let my body take over. The throbbing pulse sizzling through me grew faster, quickly taking my body to the edge of mind-blowing release.

I threw my arms out, clutched the sheets, and cried out as my orgasm tore through me. It was so fucking intense I thought I’d burst as Billy continued to lick me.

I propped up onto my elbows, and Billy looked up. His eyes rolled slightly as if lost in theirownworld. By the expression on his face, he was blissfully happy. He ran his tongue over his lips, lapping my juice, and, oh my god, that was the most incredible thing in the world.

“Come here, you.” I grabbed his hand and giggled as I dragged him up beside me.

We lay on our sides, facing each other.Hismammoth erection prodded my pubic bone ashishand curled around my breast. “You’re amazing.” He reached up to push my hair over my shoulder. “And beautiful.”

I leaned forward, and our lips met.The gentle kiss we’d had earlier was replacedwith a needier one.Histongue thrust into my mouth, and I instantly regretted it. The taste was horrid. The realization that it was me I was tasting nearly made me gag.

I pulled back, and the sixty-nine position Lolita had mentioned earlier flashed into my mind. Rising onto my hands and knees, I flipped my body around so now his cock was in my face, and my pussy was near his. I raised one knee, and at the same time, I clutched his butt cheek and pulled myself closer to him.

Before I’d had a chance to get comfortable, his head was between my thighs, and his tongue had found my hot zone again. It was concentration overload because as I savored his rock-hard cock. . . licking, sucking, and gliding my tongue all over him, he showed my pussy the same exquisite attention.

A zillion glorious sensations rippled through me as another orgasm built at lightning speed. As he licked up and down my velvet folds, he pushed a finger into me, first one, then two, and I raised my leg in the air, pointing my toes to the ceiling, opening myself nice and wide. Every part of me sizzled, yet I continued my feast on him.

I cried out as another orgasm ripped through me. This one surprised me, yet it was just asamazingas the last—fast, ferocious, and fabulous.

Billy thrust his cock toward me, and as I glided him into my mouth, he shot his load.

I swallowed, trying not to taste him this time for fear I may gag again. His cock swelled inside my mouth, and with each pulse, hot semen pumped into the back of my throat. To feel that raw action was incredible. The taste, however, not so much.

When he stopped thrusting, I glided my lips up his shaft and felt him soften beneath my suction. He pulled his head out from between my legs, and as I lowered my foot to the bed, I swallowed a few times, ensuring the last of him was gone.

Billy rolled onto his back and flipped his feet off the side of the bed to sit up.

I joined him, and we sat side by side.

He reached for my hand, and our fingers entwined. That simple action felt so right, and I nuzzled against him. Billy kissed my forehead. It was sweet and loving, and yet it said so much more. Was this what falling in love was like? Two people feeling so comfortable with each other that actions told so much more than words?

I didn’t want to analyze it for fear my twirling thoughts would ruin a perfect moment. Instead, I focused on thewonderfulafter-sex feelings throbbing through my body.

It seemed like an eternity before Billy eased forward and stood. “Would you like a shower?”

I smiled. “No, thank you. I’ll go home.”

He nodded as if expecting my answer.

As I re-dressed, Billy disappeared into the bathroom.By the timeI had my jeans and boots on, he stepped back into the room wearing just a towel. It sat low on his hips, showing off that sexy V-shape that was like a beacon pointing the way to heaven. Billy sure did know how to capture my attention, and before I stripped off again and tackled him to the bed, I pulled my shirt on. My nipples were still rock-hard, and I tried to ignore them as I pulled my jacket on.

Billy came toward me and reached for my hand. “Thank you for a wonderful morning.”

“Thank you, too.”

He kissed the back of my hand. “I’ll be back in a couple of weeks. Would you like me to call you this time?”

I nodded and his dimples studded his cheeks as his smile deepened.

He leaned forward and kissed me—just a simple brush of our lips.

I reached for my bag, and with it over my shoulder, I turned to take one last look at my glorious cowboy. “See you soon, Billy.”

As I rode a mountainous after-sex high, I made my way to my room and took a long, hot shower. By the time I crawled into bed, I was both emotionally and physically satisfied. I reached for my diary and turned to the 6th of September. At the top, I wrote, Cowboy Billy, Room 20.

As I thought about how Billy had produced an orgasm that took my breath away, I wrote Breathless Encounter.

I detailed everything we’d done, from Billy’s gentle touches of my nipples through my T-shirt to the mind-blowing sensation overload of that sideways sixty-niner.With a contented sigh, Iput my diary away and slippedunder my quilt.

I tugged my spare pillow to my chest, and as I let sleep pull me into a beautiful world, I imagined the pillow was Billy, hugging me in a warm, comforting embrace.