Chapter 12 #3
‘A couple of ground rules before we start,’ he said, as he peeled the shirt from her shoulders slowly, his hands stroking down her arms as he slid it off. ‘One,’ he said, eyeballing her, ‘no faking anything. Okay?’
She nodded.
‘I’ll know if you do,’ he warned.
‘I won’t,’ she said breathily. ‘Promise.’
‘Good,’ he said, sliding her bra straps off her shoulders and reaching around for the clasp at her back. He unclipped it, pulling it off her and tossed it aside. ‘And two,’ he said, dropping his eyes to her naked breasts, his knuckles brushing over her nipples, ‘you’ll stop me if you get bored.’
Claire just whimpered in response as he bent to kiss her neck, his hands stroking her bare skin, but he was pretty sure he could take that as a yes.
Claire was already more aroused than she’d ever felt in her life as Luca laid her on the bed and stretched out beside her, his hands roving over her bare flesh as they kissed and kissed.
She’d forgotten how fantastic kissing was.
How could she have gone so long without it, she wondered, as Luca stroked, licked and sucked every inch of bare skin he had revealed.
She couldn’t take her eyes off him, cradling his head as he took her hardened nipples into his mouth, overcome with amazement that he would do this.
The shock of his tongue trailing across her belly made her quiver and she trembled in need as it dipped into her navel, his fingers moving to the fastening of her jeans.
He slid the zip down slowly, his tongue following the zipper to trail wetly along the exposed flesh.
He peeled off her jeans and tossed them aside, then hooked his fingers into the sides of her knickers, sliding them slowly down her legs, his eyes hooded as he gazed at her.
She was very conscious of the fact that he was still fully clothed and she was now completely naked.
She felt exposed and sat up, reaching for his belt buckle.
‘Don’t,’ he whispered, removing her hand and nudging her to lie down.
‘What should I—’
‘Just relax,’ he murmured, his hands stroking leisurely up her thighs, his eyes dark as he fixed his gaze on her face. ‘Let’s just concentrate on you for now.’ Claire gasped as one hand moved between her legs and she felt his finger stroke along her heated flesh.
‘Mm,’ he groaned softly, ‘you’re so wet.’ He bent his head to nuzzle the soft skin of her inner thighs.
His fingers stroking her were heaven, but as his mouth blazed a trail along her thigh and she realised what he intended to do, she shot upright.
‘No!’ she yelped, grabbing his head and yanking it up.
‘What’s wrong?’ He frowned. ‘Don’t you like it?’
‘Um… yes, I’m sure I would – but you don’t have to do that.’ Surely she wasn’t paying him enough for that! ‘I’m sure it’s not very nice – I mean you wouldn’t want to…’
‘You’re wrong,’ he said. ‘I do want to do this.’ He caught her eye and then, when he was sure she was watching, very slowly and purposefully bent his head to give her a long lick. ‘And it’s very nice,’ he said, grinning up at her.
She looked at him uncertainly.
‘Relax, please,’ he said, stroking her shoulders and easing her back onto the bed. ‘I love doing this, honestly.’
Oh well, to each his own, she thought, lying back and trying to relax as he bent her legs up so her feet were flat on the bed. He grabbed a pillow from beside her. ‘Lift up for me,’ he murmured.
‘What? Why?’
‘I want to put this under you, so I can get at you better.’
‘Oh.’ She lifted her hips, wondering why she found the idea of being ‘got at’ so hot.
He slid the pillow under her bum and settled himself between her legs. ‘God, I love my new job,’ he said, as he spread her open with his fingers and bent his head to her soft, aching flesh.
She was never going to be able to relax like this, Claire thought. She felt too exposed, too self-conscious. How could she possibly forget herself when—
Oh, sweet Jesus! All coherent thought vanished and she was lost in the magic of his mouth and fingers as he sucked, licked and stroked her with an enthusiasm and relentlessness that was almost too much to bear.
‘Let go! Let go!’ he panted urgently, some time later.
‘I am,’ she whimpered, her head thrashing reflexively on the pillow. How could he think she was holding back? She was just a mindless ball of nerve endings and want.
‘My hair!’ he gasped. ‘Let go of my hair!’
‘Oh shit! Sorry.’ She released her death grip, fisting the sheets in her hands instead as he nibbled her clit, her body bowing off the bed as her orgasm took hold and she came with a helpless moan.
He continued to stroke and suck mercilessly, making her come again and again, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her, each one more intense than the last. At last he let up, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight as her body trembled in the aftermath of orgasm.
When she shivered, he released her to pull the duvet over them both, then took her into his arms again.
When she finally stilled, he drew back and stared down at her, stroking damp tendrils of hair away from her face.
He smiled at her, looking very pleased with himself – as well he might.
‘So,’ he said, with a smirk, ‘do you need me to talk you through what happened there?’
‘No.’ She smiled. ‘I think that was all pretty clear.’
‘Good. There’ll be a test later.’
‘Written?’
He shook his head. ‘Oral.’ He grinned, and she giggled.
She smiled into his chest. She reckoned that was a test she could ace. All she had to do was lie there while he did amazing things to her. She felt boneless in his arms as he stroked her hair.
‘Well, that was a first.’ She sighed, nuzzling into his chest. ‘Luca?’
‘Mm?’
‘It’s much better with someone else in the room.’
Claire couldn’t remember when she’d felt so complete, so sated and content.
But as she came back down to earth and reality took hold, she started to wonder what happened now.
She began to feel awkward. They hadn’t discussed time, but presumably she wasn’t supposed to stay the night.
He was already giving her far more time than she was paying for.
She wished she could fall asleep in his arms, but she didn’t know how long it was okay for her to stay now that the ‘lesson’ was over.
Maybe they should have arranged an alarm or something so she would know when her time was up.
Luca didn’t seem to be in any hurry to move either.
But as he pulled her close again, she was startled to feel the hardness of his erection against her.
Her eyes flew up to his. ‘Oh, but you haven’t – I mean, should I…
’ She was such an idiot. She’d been so caught up in her own pleasure, she’d completely forgotten about him.
And he hadn’t so much as unbuttoned his shirt the whole time.
Shit! She began to reach for his zipper, but once again he grabbed her hand, holding it away.
‘No, you don’t have to do anything. I told you this time was all about you, remember?’
‘But I didn’t do anything,’ she said, feeling mortified. ‘I just lay there.’
‘Stop it,’ he said sternly. ‘First of all, you didn’t just lie there.
And, anyway, there’s more to this than just learning techniques.
You need to learn about your own body, your own sexuality – find out what excites you, what gets you off.
How can you expect to have good sex if you don’t even know what you want?
I think we’ve found one thing you like,’ he said, grinning down at her.
‘Yeah, it was okay.’ She shrugged.
He laughed. ‘Anyway, you’re paying me,’ he continued. ‘You don’t have to reciprocate every time as well. You’re upholding your end of the bargain and I’m upholding mine.’
‘Okay. But I don’t mind – just because I’m paying you it doesn’t mean it can’t be fun for you as well.’
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than she realised what an idiotic thing that was to say.
There was probably no way this was going to be fun for him.
He was just doing a job: the sooner it was over and she was out of here, the happier he’d be.
She bit her lip, cringing with embarrassment and wishing she could take the words back.
It was obvious he didn’t find her remotely desirable.
He didn’t even want her to touch his dick.
‘Well,’ she said abruptly, pushing away from him and sitting up.
‘I’d better go.’ She made an effort to sound bright and nonchalant, turning away and pretending to look around for her clothes while she blinked tears from her eyes.
She was being ridiculous. This wasn’t a rejection.
They had a business arrangement, not a real relationship. She had to remember that.
‘There’s no rush,’ he said. She felt him sit up beside her, but she didn’t turn around. ‘Is there?’
‘Um, I have to… I’m meeting someone,’ she said, her eyes raking the floor for her clothes. Her heart sank as she realised they were all on his side of the room. Damn! She pulled the duvet around herself, suddenly feeling very naked. ‘And I’m sure you have things to do too.’
‘No, not really.’ He yawned. ‘You’re welcome to stay as long as you like.’
‘Oh.’ She wished she’d known that earlier. She could have lain in his arms for longer, but it would seem silly now to get back into bed – besides, she’d already said she had somewhere else to be.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked, and she felt his warm hand on her shoulder.
‘Yes, I’m fine,’ she said, half turning to him and giving him a shaky smile. ‘Could you, um… give me my bra and… stuff.’
‘Sure.’ The bed sagged as he got up and she heard him moving around the room. The next thing she knew he was standing in front of her and she was eyeballing his crotch. ‘Here you go,’ he said, holding out her clothes to her.