Chapter Eight #2
“Next lesson,” I said against his lips, teasing him with little brushes of my own that weren’t quite kisses. “Strip me out of these shorts. Slowly. Make everything count. Make me drip for you.”
“Fuck,” he rasped.
“And then use your mouth and these big hands of yours to make me come.”
I barely got the words out before Carter flipped me onto my back.
I couldn’t help but smile, and I dragged my teeth across my lip as I watched him hike one of my legs up onto his shoulder. He kissed along my calf as he tugged one boot off, then switched legs to take care of the other.
“Slow,” I reminded him, and I felt him take a breath against my skin as he brought the pace down.
His mouth stayed on me as his hands traveled up. He planted a long, lingering kiss just below my knee, and then his fingers hooked onto my belt buckle, yanking it open. He thumbed my belt open next, unfastened the button of my shorts, and peeled the zipper down.
All the while, his mouth was working. He licked and sucked his way up my thighs as his hands hooked into the waistband of my shorts and started pulling them down. It was only the act of peeling them off me that made his kisses stop, and he sat back on his heels so he could maneuver better.
“Tell me what to do,” I coached. “A woman wants you to take control.”
“That’s not what you want,” he threw back with a mischievous grin.
“Well, we’re not talking about me. Now, tell. Me. What. To. Do.”
Carter licked his lip, curling his fingers inside the band of my shorts.
“Lift your ass, baby. Let me get these off you.”
I smirked, lifting my hips as he asked me to. I worked with his guidance until my shorts were off along with the black cotton thong I had beneath it. Carter tossed both somewhere behind him before he was on me again.
And I let out a sigh, closed my eyes, and focused on how to make him a pussy-eating machine.
“Show me how well you listened during our first lesson,” I told him. “Show me what you learned.”
I peeked one eye open just long enough to see the determination settle in on Carter’s face.
It lit me up like nothing had before, enough to have me wondering what the hell it was that I found so fucking hot about teaching this man how to touch me.
I didn’t let myself overthink it before I was dragging my nails through his hair and guiding him right where I wanted.
Just like I asked, he proved to me that he’d paid attention during our first lesson.
He took his time, his kisses wet and longing as he worshipped my thighs and toyed with me enough to make me squirm.
When I thought I couldn’t stand it any longer, he rewarded me with a long lap of his tongue from my opening all the way up to my clit.
“Mmm,” he moaned against me, and I arched my back, body reacting without my permission to how badly he wanted me.
Carter pressed on both of my thighs, opening me like he couldn’t get me wide enough to do everything he wanted to. He licked me again, slower this time, and then two fast licks in quick succession that had my clit buzzing to life.
“Talk to me,” I managed, licking my lips as a panting breath slipped through them. “Make it dirty.”
Carter licked around my opening and up to my clit, flicking the tip of his tongue over it with just the right pressure to make my legs quake. When he covered my clit with his whole mouth, kissing it sloppily and swirling his tongue in a figure eight, I moaned and bucked up to meet his touch.
He smiled against me, winding his arms up and under each thigh so he could hold me still. “Look at you, filthy girl,” he purred, swirling his tongue around my clit before he teased the inside of my thighs again. “You’re so fucking pretty when you squirm for me like this.”
“Yes,” I managed, rolling my lips together. “Good. Now, get to work.”
Carter smiled against my thigh again before he was dragging his mouth where I wanted.
And I was so glad he had use of his hands this lesson.
I loved the way his fingertips dug into my thighs, the way his palm spanned the length of my abdomen as he slid one hand up and roughly shoved it under the bralette beneath my sheer dress.
I fucking loved the way he toyed with my nipple, the way his other hand slid beneath me, fingertips dancing in the wetness there.
“God, I can’t wait to fuck this pussy,” Carter breathed, circling my opening with one slick finger. “I can’t wait to feel you stretching for me, to feel you hugging every inch as I break you wide open.”
I didn’t even fake the moan that got out of me, but I did quickly realize I was losing myself again.
Hold the reins, an inner voice warned me.
“That’s it,” I encouraged him. “Just like that.”
Carter sucked my clit with conviction then, my praise spurring him on. And when he slid his finger inside me, I rewarded him with a bucking of my hips, with my hands twisting in his hair and holding him to me.
Until he started jamming that finger in and out of me.
I laughed a little, reaching down to slow his assault.
“You’re listening so well,” I breathed, chest heaving as my orgasm began to play at my nerve endings.
“Now, do exactly what you did last time with your mouth, and use your hand. But be easy. Curl your finger inside me. Wiggle it until you find the spot that makes me tremble. Then read my body language, figure out the combination to make me come.”
Carter hummed his understanding, and when I released my grip on his wrist, he started to move his finger inside me again.
This time, it was exactly what I needed.
He curled the digit slowly, hooking until he found that sensitive area that made me moan.
When he did, he slipped another finger inside to join the first, and I felt every ounce of his concentration as he sucked my clit and moved his fingers like he was a thief, and I was the combination to the safe he had to unlock.
“Yes,” I breathed, hips rocking, hands gripping his hair. “Fuck, yes, yes, right there. Don’t stop.”
Carter doubled down, fingering me faster, his tongue swirling over my clit before he closed his lips over it and sucked in the perfect little pulses I needed.
And when his other hand started plucking my nipple in the same rhythm, it was just what the doctor ordered.
I came with a cry, legs shaking, ribcage constricting, every muscle in my body coiling tight. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me, and Carter didn’t let up until I was completely spent, until I was tapping his arm and wincing from the sensitivity of so much attention on my clit.
Slowly, Carter relented, pressing soft kisses against my vulva as he slowed his fingers inside me. When he withdrew them altogether, I shivered again, letting out a low string of curse words that made him smile as he kissed my thigh and sat back on his heels.
“Jesus, that was sexy,” he said, wiping the edges of his smirking lips with his thumb. “And much more fun when hands are involved.”
“You just say that because you got to feel up my tits.”
“Oh, I’m not denying the facts.”
I chuckled, stretching my arms up overhead as my body hummed with the delicious energy of the orgasm that had just rocked me.
“That was nice,” I said. “I love how you listened.”
“Are you saying I’m a good boy?”
“I am,” I said, leaning up on my palms. “Now, go reach into my purse and pull out your reward.”
Carter jumped off the couch like I’d just told him the key to the Stanley Cup was in my bag, and I laughed a little when Zamboni startled from where he’d been passed out on his dog bed.
But he lifted his head only a moment, decided whatever Carter and I were doing was too boring for him to care, and then he laid back down.
My smirk was permanent as I watched Carter dig inside my purse. I sat up all the way, slowly stripping out of my dress and bralette while his back was turned to me.
By the time he turned around, I was completely naked.
And he was holding up his reward with a shocked, slightly scared expression.
My smile grew wider.
Because in his hand he held a Fleshlight.
It was modeled to look like me, from the dark silicone lips down to the faintest hint of my trimmed landing strip. It was impossibly realistic, complete with a tight, ribbed tunnel hidden inside that I knew would make him see stars.
He blinked down at it, then up at me, then back again like he wasn’t sure whether to drop to his knees and thank me or run screaming from the room.
I patted the couch cushion next to me with a grin. “Bring it to me. You’re going to learn how to fuck this before you earn the real thing.”