Chapter 8 #2
Wait, what? Is this a trick question?
Or is Lisa toying with something else here? Like maybe she gets off on being told what to do?
I hesitate, then take a risk. “Your toes are hot and all,” I manage. “But I’d rather see your tits.”
It’s a jarring word, and I wait for her to slap me. I’ll apologize if I’m wrong, but I don’t think I am. Lisa Michaels likes dirty talk. She just never knew it before.
Her eyes flash with desire, and I watch the emotion play out on her face. Lust. Uncertainty. Longing. No one’s ever talked to her like this before, and she’s not sure she should like it.
Seeming to decide something, she lifts her hand and toys with the front clasp on her bra. I can’t tell if it’s an unconscious gesture or if she knows what she’s doing. Either way, I sense she wants me to call the shots. To tell her what to do next.
“Take it off,” I command. “I want to see you.”
She hesitates only a second, then flicks the clasp open. She turns her head so her ponytail slides over one shoulder, covering her right breast. The other she hides with her elbow as she drops the bra on the counter and stands looking at me.
Her shyness undoes me, but so do her next words. “Your turn.”
I grin and pretend to ponder. “Hmm, what else can I show you?” Holy hell, I’m dying to get my pants off. Having a beautiful, topless woman in my bathroom is giving me the mother of all hard-ons.
I move a hand to my fly and watch Lisa’s eyes drop. Does she realize she just licked her lips while staring at my crotch?
“Should I take off my pants?” I ask.
Lisa doesn’t take her eyes off my junk, but she nods like I’ve just asked if she wants a scoop of double-fudge ice cream. “Okay,” she murmurs.
I make it a two-for-one deal, shoving off my jeans and boxer briefs in one motion. I kick my shoes off in the process, then stand there wearing nothing at all.
There’s a moment where I realize this is the first time I’ve been naked with this woman. Sure, I’ve been inside her, but I’ve never stood in front of her like a goddamn nude statue.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” Lisa breathes. She lifts her gaze and meets my eyes again. “You look really good naked.”
The earnestness in her words is unbearably sweet, but also hot as fuck. How does she do that?
“Care to join me?” I murmur.
Her cheeks pinken just a little, and I’m charmed by her self-consciousness. We’ve fucked like animals in her living room, but seeing each other naked for the first time is different. It’s a big deal, especially to her.
I take a step forward, ready to back off at the slightest sign she’s not ready. Lisa studies me, then drops her arms to her sides. Her throat moves as she swallows, and I’m aching to plant a kiss on that sweet spot at the base of her neck.
“I want to touch you,” I tell her. “Do you want that?”
She nods and tips her chin up, baring her throat to me.
“Yes,” she murmurs. “Touch me, Dax.”
I don’t need to be asked twice.
My hands slide up to cup her breasts, teasing, stroking. She gives a soft little moan and melts into my arms. I bend down to take her nipple in my mouth, and she cries out and clutches my hair.
“You like that?” I murmur against the soft underside. “You taste so fucking good.”
Her body arches in my hands, and I can tell my words have gotten to her. That she likes what I’m saying and the way I say it.
I move my mouth to the other nipple, sucking the soft peak into my mouth. My thumb strokes her other nipple, gliding over the wetness I’ve left there. She groans and grips my hair.
“Say that again,” she whispers. “I like when you talk.”
Talk dirty is what she’s saying, or at least I think so. I give it another shot. “You have the most perfect tits,” I murmur against one of them. “Burying my face in them is like a fucking dream.”
She groans and throws her head back, lost in my words and in what I’m doing with my mouth. I can tell she’s giving in to the sensations, letting herself go as I slide my hand into the front of her jeans and dip my finger into—
“Wait!”
I jerk back so fast I give myself whiplash.
“We should shower first,” she says. There’s a bashfulness in her expression that amuses me. “I’m all sweaty from working all day and—”
“I kind of like you sweaty.” I grin, hoping she knows it’s true. “But we can definitely shower if you want.”
She bites her lip, and I wonder if this is part of The Test. Is sweaty, un-showered sex not part of her repertoire? Then again, maybe I owe it to her to make sure I’m squeaky clean, too.
I let go of her and reach into the shower stall, I grab hold of the tap and twist. And twist. And twist. And twist. And—
“What the hell?” I step into the shower and frown up at the nozzle. “Is the water out or something?”
Lisa reaches for the taps on the sink. “Looks like it,” she says. “Did you forget to pay your water bill?”
The question makes me bristle. I know she’s joking, or maybe she’s not. She can’t possibly know I spent my whole damn childhood having our water and electricity and everything else shut off for unpaid bills.
I swallow hard and order myself not to let dark thoughts ruin the moment. I jerk the shower handle again. Dammit. “I’ll get dressed,” I mutter. “The main line is outside on the street.”
I start to reach for my pants, but Lisa grabs my wrist. “Wait.”
I stop, pants dangling limply from my hand, even as my dick still throbs like an over-eager python.
“What?” I ask.
Lisa licks her lips. “You know what I’d normally do right now?”
“Run screaming from the building?”
She giggles, then nods. “Maybe not that dramatic. But I’d probably get all prissy and insist we’re not engaging in any sort of sexytimes until we’re both freshly washed.”
“I see,” I tell her, a little weirded out that she used the words “sexytimes” and “freshly washed.” But I can see wheels cranking in her head, and I like where they’re going.
“I guess the opposite of that would be—”
She doesn’t finish the sentence. Not with words, anyway. Instead, she gives me a wicked grin, then turns and grabs a towel off the wall. I’m speechless as she drops it onto the shower floor, then meets my eyes and grins wider. “Here’s the new plan.”
Holy shit.
I stare in stunned silence as she drops to her knees on the towel. Then she grabs the base of my cock and smiles up at me. “I’ve always kind of wanted to do it like this.”
Her tongue flicks out and grazes the tip of my cock, and I practically lose my mind. I have to grab the soap dish to stay upright as Lisa forms an O with her mouth and slowly sucks me in.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Her mouth is the softest thing I’ve ever felt in my life, warm and wet and so sweet that I might actually pass out. She takes me in deep, giving a low little moan as she sucks me in.
When she draws back, her green eyes flash as she tosses her ponytail over one shoulder. “Oh, I definitely think I’m going to like this.”