Chapter 37 #2
“A truce. No more games. No more lies. Just us giving this an actual try.”
Her shoulders loosen like all the tension has fled her body. A soft smile touches her lips. “You’re going to finally start being nice to me?”
“I didn’t say that. I still plan on punishing you for teasing me with that picture.” I mean to sound playful, but my cock twitches at the idea of bending Spencer over my desk and lightly punishing her bare ass. “You still have no clue what you do to me, do you?”
“I think I mostly infuriate you.”
An unintentional laugh breaks free from my lips. In a way, she’s right. It’s so infuriating to lust for what you can’t have. Tonight, that changes. I lean in close, breathing in her warmth. “How’d we get here?”
“Where?”
I stare at her plump, pink mouth that’s just begging for my tongue. “With me needing your lips more than I need my next breath.”
I smash my mouth on hers, a little more aggressively than I intended for our first kiss. I’ve tasted her before, but not like this, with her lips eagerly latching to me. She moans into my mouth as I weave my fingers in her hair.
I suck on her lips, feeling them swell from my passionate kiss, but it’s not enough.
I immediately need more. Bunching my fist in her hair I guide her head backward so she’s presenting her neck.
I kiss the tender, hollow space just above her collarbone.
Her pulse thrums against my lips. My cock is unhinged, punching against my zipper, demanding to be freed.
I know how this is going to go. I’m not anticipating a marathon even if I practice my best restraint.
Three years. She’ll have to forgive me if the first time I feel her, I’m overwhelmed.
The least I can do is ensure she comes first.
“Stand up and drop your panties.” I kick back my chair as I rise.
I give her plenty of room to stand, but she doesn’t.
Scooping under her elbows, I pull her up until she’s on her bare feet, her toes polished in light pink.
I tug free the tie on her pajama shorts and look at her expectantly.
She still doesn’t move. “Going to make me do all the work, hmm?” I hastily slide down her shorts and underwear.
Before I can glimpse her, she covers herself with two hands.
“I didn’t realize I’d be seeing you tonight,” she whispers sorrowfully.
I peel her hands away and replace them with mine. I cup her sex protectively, not allowing her to hide. With my ring finger, I stroke against her crease glistening with her slick arousal. She whimpers and leans forward, her forehead resting against my chest.
I tease her entrance, swirling my finger around her opening, tapping playfully against that door. “Aren’t you glad I’m here?”
“Yes, but…I’m a little prickly. Can you give me a minute to run inside and freshen up?”
“I cannot.” I drop to my knees, unbothered by the hard cement pressing against my kneecaps.
Preemptively securing her wrists in both my hands, I graze my lips back and forth against her mound, just a few inches above her clit.
“Does it look like a little stubble bothers me? Be bare, be hairy, I love it all, baby. Just let me taste you.”
Hands clamped tightly around her hips, I guide her backward until the back of her knees hit the chair, causing her to fall into a seated position. I swivel her legs around so she can lean comfortably against the back of the chair.
“Put your heel right here.” I tap one edge of the chair before settling between her thighs. “Good girl.” I tap again, on the other side. “Now your other foot, right here.”
She throws her arms over her face, burying her eyes in the crook of her elbow. “Like this?”
“Almost. Relax . You look so beautiful. Fuck, your pussy is perfection. I need to see all of you. Let your knees fall to the side.”
“Your dirty talk sounds an awful lot like instructions at the gynecologist.”
Reaching up, I pop her lips with one finger. “Keep running your mouth and I’m going to fill it. Understand?”
I was only teasing, but her lips part and she sucks in a short breath. Her eyelids flutter as she bites down on her bottom lip. “Okay.”
“Do you like when I’m harsh with you? Is that your kink?”
She shrugs. “I’m not really sure what I like.”
“I hate to ruin the mood,” I say, raking the inside of her bare thigh lightly with the backs of my nails. “But what did your ex do for you?”
“What he liked,” she answers. “He’d mostly just?—”
“No. Stop. I don’t give a fuck what he liked. If he wasn’t serving your needs, he’s useless in this conversation. Forget him. I’m here now.”
She nods, avoiding my gaze, going shy on me again.
I figured she was a little inexperienced. Spencer’s never given me vixen vibes, but I didn’t realize her needs were so neglected. “Let’s start here. I want you to picture two scenarios and tell me what sounds better.”
She takes in a shaky inhale. “Okay.”
“What if I trail soft kisses from your neck to your thighs? I’ll be gentle over your tits and nipples.
Then, I’ll tickle you a little when I dip my tongue in your belly button.
But when I get to your clit, I skip over it.
I’ll tease you, blow on it, but I’ll kiss around your pussy, touching you all over except where you want.
I’ll massage your thighs, while telling you how wildly sexy you are.
I’ll spend time with every single inch of your body before I finally suck on your little button and slowly build you up to sweet relief. How’s that sound?”
She swallows, hard, and nods. “Yeah, okay. Do that, please.”
“Don’t you want to hear scenario two?”
“I guess?”
“I flip you over like a pancake on this chair. You put your cheek against the chair, chest down, ass up, and I swear on my life, Spencer, if you drop those hips I will punish your ass with my hand. Except that’d probably only get you wetter, wouldn’t it?
You’ll be dripping, begging for my cock, but I’m going to make you wait while I play with your body however I want.
I bet you’re so tight, I’d have to spit on your pussy over and over before you’re lubed enough to even take my fingers.
And when you’re thoroughly spent from riding my hand, barely able to move, that’s when I’m going to flip you back over and fuck you until your eyes roll back in your head.
My way. My pleasure. Is that what you want? ”
I was betting on tender romance when it came to Spencer, but her toes only curled around the bars of the chair when I started growling at her, describing ways I would use her for my pleasure.
I push her knees apart wide and touch the entrance of her hot sex where a single drop of her arousal invites me.
Her body is telling me exactly which scenario she wants.
I lick the tip of my middle finger and flick against her clit. Her hips buck at the stimulation, her back arching. “What’s it going to be, Spencer? Do you want to make love, or fuck?”
She can barely speak through her rasps, but she manages, “Whatever you want.”
“What I want…” I push my longest finger inside of her, groaning when I discover she’s even tighter and wetter than I could’ve dreamed. She’s going to show my cock no mercy. “…is for you to come.”
“Okay, I can do that.” Her determined reply confuses me for a beat.
But when I gently work a second finger into her pussy, she lets out a sort of bizarre squeal.
She moans loudly, and pairs it with a few “oh, oh, ohs.” I stop pumping my hand and look up.
Spencer’s eyes are clamped shut tightly as she performs like she’s auditioning for a bad porno.
“What the hell are you doing?”
She peeks through one eye. “It felt really good. I came. Hard. Your turn.” She tries to scramble back upright, but I push her back down against the chair.
“You came,” I deadpan.
“Yes.” She blinks.
“I don’t think we’re defining that word the same.”
She gives me innocent doe eyes. “What? I had an orgasm.”
“Really.”
“Yeah… A big one.”
“ A big one ?” I bite down on my smirk. “Like an earth-shattering, sight-blinding, leg-shaking, euphoric-wave-of-pleasure kind of orgasm?”
Spencer thinks she’s such a good liar, but that sudden aggressive eye twitch sells her down the river every time. “Yeah, Nathan. Can we move on? Do you want me to suck your dick?”
I’m no longer smiling. “No, I want you to get up.” I climb off the pool chair and offer her my hand. As soon as she’s on her feet, I jab my finger toward the main house. “Inside. Go to my bedroom.”
“My room is closer,” she points out. I realize the guesthouse is right there . It’s not where I want her.
“I need you in my shower.” I pick up her bottoms from the ground. When she doesn’t move, I swat her bare ass and she squeals. “Move it, Spencer.”
She does, scurrying a few quick steps so I’m out of arm’s reach as I trail behind. For fuck’s sake, baby. I thought we were done with all the fibs. Her ex may not recognize, or care, when a woman has a real orgasm, but I do.
I’m going to set the new standard right now.
With me, Spencer’s not going to fake a goddamn thing.
She won’t have to .