The Sexpert

“Elbert,” she corrects.

“My God, you know everything,” I say, and pull her toward me, hard. We stumble out onto the terrace, the rain pounding our bodies. Perhaps it’s the rain, the force of the natural world painting us with its brush, but I’m overcome with the same feeling of blood rushing through my veins that I get when I’m climbing or making art. The sensation of life happening in a very conscious way. It’s my favorite feeling in the world, and I haven’t felt it enough lately.

I rip my shirt off and fall to my knees, pulling down her t-shirt that’s bunched around her waist, and dragging her pants partially down her hips as well. She starts a bit, and I lean back to look up at her. The rain is hammering, and I blink the water out of my eyes. Her hair is stuck to her shoulders and the sides of her face. The slick wetness on her chest along with the competing elements of the sticky humidity outside and cool air from the air conditioning blasting out from within is making her nipples hard.

Or maybe that’s not why they’re hard at all.

“Still good?”

She nods.

My mouth lands on her stomach, kissing and licking, as I grab her exposed ass—her pants just below the edge of her ass cheeks in the back and hanging on to barely cover her pussy in the front—and I gulp in rainwater as I tickle and kiss in the space below her belly button, causing her to tense up. Down on my knees, the rain battering my shoulders, it feels like the pressure in my jeans is going to make my balls explode, so I spring to my feet with a force like I’m leaping to grab a crag in a wall on a pitch, and I strip myself bare, tossing my own pants over the edge of the railing by accident.

“Oh, shit,” I say as we both grab the rail and lean over to watch my jeans and underwear go cascading to the ground below along with the rain. They land on top of someone scurrying by to get into the building. Someone who I’m pretty sure is Cheryl, the leasing agent. It looks like she may have gotten caught unaware by the sudden storm. She’s holding a newspaper over her head. When my pants hit her, she looks up with a “what-the-fuck-was-that?” expression. Eden and I duck our heads back, quickly. Laughing.

And then the laughter subsides. She gulps in wet breaths. Breaths flecked with rainwater. She looks down at my erection and she shivers again. Then she shimmies her clothes the rest of the way down her legs and stands in front of me, perfect and wet.

And wet.

I step to her and wrap my arms around her waist, letting my hard cock slip in between her thighs and rub against the lips of her pussy. When I press my mouth against hers and allow my tongue to find its way to hers, she mutters out, “Oh, my God,” and her voice… It’s… The beating rain absorbs some of the sound, causing it to be muffled, and the tensing muscles in her stomach as we kiss suggests that she’s moaning in urgent need from the bottom of her very core, but it’s just that she sounds like… She sounds like…

She sounds like big goddamn trouble in my world.

Sexpert Advice

CHAPTER FIFTEEN – EDEN

Oh. Shit.

I’m in so much trouble.

I think I just used my Sexpert voice on him. And it’s not like that’s the voice on the videos or anything because I use the Voice Lift app, but… but the inflection. The rough edges of it. The purring. It’s all her.

And he’s got a weird look on his face now. His brows a little bit scrunched up. His eyes slightly narrowed. And not the half-mast kind like he had back in the stairwell, either. Those were I’m-hot-for-you eyes.

These are… these are I’m-on-to-you eyes.

So I basically have no choice. I pull out every Sexpert video I’ve done in the past year and use my unused, but much-talked-about, skills on him.

I lightly drag my fingernails down his chest as I crouch down and open my legs. I feel myself blushing as I take his cock in both hands and begin to twist and pump him in my palms.

The cold rain hitting our hot skin makes us steam. His eyes are locked with mine as I stare up at him.

And I know what I have to do. I know that the only way to make him forget about who I might be and force him to think about what I’m doing instead is to…

Yeah.

I have given exactly two blow jobs in my entire life. Eden has no clue how to give a man the perfect blowjob.

But Sexpert… well, she’s studied hundreds of porn movies searching for the perfect tips she promotes in her Drawing Cream from a Ding-Dong video.