Taming His Tutor

She quivered. That gorgeous lethargy stole over her bones and she leaned back with a thud against the door behind her. Damn, he could make her melt just by breathing.

“You smell good,” he murmured.

She wriggled, embarrassed, but he laughed and leaned closer, pressing his chest between her legs so she had to keep them apart.

His lips brushed her upper thigh. Then his tongue stroked.

She groaned. She still had her damn panties on.

As if he read her mind, he rubbed her hands with his knuckles. “Hold your skirt up.”

She practically snatched the material he’d gathered from his grip. With his hands free, he immediately tugged her panties down to her ankles and helped her step out of them. She shivered as he did. Frozen, waiting for him to hit the hot spot, afraid that if she moved he wouldn’t. She was a hot mess of waiting.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured. “You want it.”

Oh she did. So much.

She moaned as he licked her upper thigh. Heard an answering growl from him like he was delighting in the taste of her desire. She vaulted to the edge of orgasm in a single touch.

“Joe,” she gasped.

“That’s it.”

It was all she could do to breathe. Heat rushed in on her. She wanted this, but she wanted more. So much more.

“Just enjoy it,” he murmured. “Let it happen.”

She couldn’t do much else.

He licked each side of her innermost thigh. Then used his teeth, a teasing bite, almost painful, and then a kiss. A warm brush of wet lips. Every time he moved from one side to the other he got a little closer. His hands kneaded her butt, squeezing her cheeks gently, but keeping her exactly where he wanted. Pushing her pelvis right into his upturned face.

He switched his hold, freeing a hand to glide it up the inside of her leg. He gently pushed her apart with his fingers, exposing her oversensitive clit to the air, his gaze, his mouth.

“You’re all swollen and ready for me.” His low grumble was pure satisfaction. “Your big clit is begging to be bitten.”

His teeth pinched and she gasped. She’d never been so turned on. And then he sucked on her.

Abbi cried out.

“Come on my tongue, sweetheart,” Joe said roughly.

He lightly bit again and as he did, he slid a finger inside her. It was a big finger.

“Yes.” Her hands fisted in her bunched-up skirt. Her inner muscles gripped on to him.

That’s what she needed—to be filled, given something to clench on to. The ache within her was unbearable.

He withdrew and then pushed back deeper. Two fingers. Slowly he pumped them, the rhythm matching the way he was teasing her clit, swirling his tongue around her, before sucking and then biting in a so-careful, so-concentrated clamp. Sensual heat consumed her as her focus narrowed in on his actions. She felt weightless, like the only things keeping her upright were the fingers inside her.

His rhythm and intensity increased. And it was so damn good. She rocked, riding him now, gasping restlessly as he worked her faster, finger-fucked her deeper, sucked her clit harder.

An orgasm ricocheted through her, swamping her in pleasure. Her body writhed as the convulsions twisted her inside out. Relentless, he kept his fingers pumping, his other hand clamped on her hip, pushing her back against the door, keeping her as still as possible while he kept sucking her sensitive clit.

Her hands released the skirt and her legs lost their strength as she screamed again. Too fucking much. Too sensitive. Too goddamn late—another orgasm hit, so hot on the heels of the first. She pleaded with him—yes, no—ooohhhh. She didn’t know anything anymore.

Only pleasure. Only satisfaction. Only lust.

Slick juices made his fingers slip and she heard his chuckle as she bent at the waist. He reached up to catch her as she slithered to the floor. Her bare butt hit the cool wood and her legs bent at the knee but still spread wide, everything exposed for him to see. He remained on his knees between her legs, hands on her waist, a satisfied yet still predatory smile on his face.

“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in a skirt. Never, ever wear panties again,” he said in a rough, low voice. “Promise me.”

Her lower belly quivered. “What’re you going to do if I wear them?” she couldn’t resist asking.

“I’ll take them off and make you pay.”

“How?”

“I’ve already made you orgasm in a public place,” he said, slowly stroking her inner thigh. “But I’ve decided it wasn’t good enough.”

“It was good enough for me.”

“No. You didn’t scream. Not like that.” He angled his head, the wickedness glinting in his eyes. “You ever wear panties with me again, I’ll take them off and make you come so hard you scream the house down. In public. And everyone will know why.”

Her eyes widened. “That’d never happen.”

“No? You don’t think I could make you lose all that control?” he asked softly.

His fingers stroked up her thigh.

His other hand pushed her shoulders back against the door and, with him still in position on his knees between her legs, she couldn’t move. Couldn’t avoid his clever, clever fingers.

“Couldn’t I do that?” he murmured, leaning forward to catch her mouth with his.

She gasped as his thumb swept roughly across her oversensitive clit. Back and forth in a fast rhythm over her sensitive nub.

Heat returned, rolling over her in pounding waves. She broke free of his kiss, desperate. “I can’t—”

“Sure you can. I do love to make you come.”

And he did a damn good job of it. She closed her eyes as the aftershock rolled into another orgasm.

But it wasn’t enough. Just teasing her clit wasn’t enough. She bucked her hips, wanting more. Wanting him to finger her again. Better still, he could free his cock and fuck her properly. She was ready to beg. When she could speak again, that was.

But it was a full minute before the silence was broken.

“You still willing to dare me?” he asked.

She opened her eyes. He looked so damn smug. “I can dare you.” She swallowed. “In fact I’ll give you a dare this minute.”

His brows lifted.

“I dare you to fuck me on the floor, hard, and rough, and right now.”

He drew a sharp breath, apparently caught off guard by her blatantly sexual statement. “I already told you we weren’t having sex today.”

“Oral sex is a kind of sex,” she pointed out, belligerence overtaking the postorgasmic glow.

“No. You’ve had your quota of demands for the day.”

She glared at him. He didn’t want to have sex? Really? Wasn’t he hard and hurting with blue balls or something?

Insecurity sank its fangs into her most vulnerable part. Oh crap, maybe he really didn’t actua

lly want to. Maybe he was being generous—giving the geek a couple of orgasms as his good deed of the day.

“Don’t start acting the charity case.” He looked angry. “If I was a lesser man, I’d be screwing you ’til you couldn’t walk.”

“Then why aren’t you?”

He hesitated. “You’re not ready for me.”

“Why not?” she snapped. “You’re that huge? How wet do I have to get?” She rolled her eyes. “Jeez, I can cope with your cock.”

“I’m big and I’m heavy and sometimes my hands are rougher than I intend,” he snapped back. “But that’s not what I meant.”

Abbi took a moment to breathe through the erotic aftershock that his words had ignited. “Then what exactly do you mean?”

He sat back, resting his hands on her knees, holding her legs in place. “I need you to be wholly honest with me,” he said.

Surprised, she frowned. “I have been honest.” Could she have been more blunt?

He shook his head. “Let’s quit with the app chat. Why do you want to do this, really?”

How to kill the postorgasmic glow in one sentence. “I already told you, I’m boring in bed.”

His expression warmed. “What happened just then was anything but boring.”

“You were humoring me.” She looked at the floor.

“No, I wasn’t.”

“Yeah, that was you, ‘performing.’” She winced at the word. “For me.”

…

Joe angled his head and bent low so she couldn’t avoid his eyes anymore. “I was hot for you, yes. I’d have done anything you asked. I wanted to pleasure you.”

God, he’d wanted it. Wanted to see her, hear her, taste her. He wanted all that again already.

She blushed. “Like I said, you were the one doing everything.”

“I don’t agree, but even if it were true, I don’t have a problem with that. But you do.”

“It’s a problem if that’s what always happens.” She met his gaze gravely.

She thought she didn’t participate? “Is that what always happened with your ex?”

She snorted. “He didn’t…do that.”

Didn’t delight in eating her? The guy was clearly a loser. “He’s the one who said you were boring in bed.”

She nodded. “That’s the reason he gave for dumping me. It wasn’t even for another woman or anything.”