Taming His Tutor

“Did you?” Now that annoyed him. “I can’t stand people who kiss and tell.”

“She said very complimentary things.”

“Don’t pacify me. I don’t care what she said.” The look on Abbi’s face made him forget the annoyance. Forget Elle. He leaned a little over her. “I want to know how it made you feel.” God did he want to know.

Blue eyes flashed up at him. “I wanted it to be me.”

Fuck yeah. He wanted that too. So damn much. He rolled onto his back and thrust off the sheet covering him. “Take me then.”

Chapter Twelve

“Keep secrets.”

Abbi stilled, risked a glance down, and saw Joe had fully recovered his energy from that last round of “make Abbi scream.”

Joe’s brows flashed up. “Don’t tell me you’ve never given a guy a blow job.”

That wasn’t the issue.

“Abbi.” He reached out and ran his hands down her hair, his amusement audible. “I do believe I have an extra item to cover in today’s lesson.”

“I’m not good at it. I don’t know if I can be good at it.” Certainly not as good as Elle Manning had no doubt been.

She heard his muffled curse. “There’s not a lot to it.”

She arched her brows and gave his cock a pointed look, pleased when she heard his appreciative chuckle. Okay, good, at the very least they might be able to laugh their way through this. If she really fluffed it, he’d give her pointers, right? That was why they were doing this in the first place.

She straddled his thighs, bending toward his big, wide, straining erection. She stared at it, fascinated, thrilled as she watched it strain tighter, larger before her very eyes.

Because of her.

Heat roared deep in her belly.

“All you have to do is kiss it, or lick it, or suck it,” he said roughly. “And you better do that quick, because you’re making me hot just by the way you’re looking at me.”

She was the one who was hot.

“Take me, Abbi.” His voice dropped to that low command that got right in her bones.

None of her usual doubts entered her mind. None of the what should I do now? line of questioning. This was what she wanted. Just Joe lying before her for pleasure.

She touched lightly at first, with the tips of two fingers, almost tentative as she watched him.

“Don’t worry,” he teased. “I won’t break.”

She chuckled at the ridiculous thought. “You like a firmer touch?”

“I’m gonna like anything you do. Take your time, do whatever you want. I’m yours.”

Hers to explore? She smiled at his boost. He was a good guy.

Now she wondered if he tasted good too. She bent closer, nuzzling into his defined abs, breathing in the scent and warmth of him. Dear heaven, his body was so damn big. So damn perfect. She ran her hands over his chest, swirling the tips of her fingers around his nipples—teasing to see if she could get his as hard as hers. Finally she moved her attentions lower, checking out the silky skin of his shaft, the broad, blunt head of him. She licked at the slit, then roved lower, discovering the weight of his balls, the way he moved when she lightly squeezed them. With every lick, every slide of her fingers, she fell deeper and deeper into a trance of discovery, of pleasure at finding how he reacted.

And her hunger grew voracious.

She wanted to eat him up, couldn’t feast fast enough. She clasped his balls in her hands, wrapped her fist around his shaft, and pumped while taking him so far into her mouth she felt him hit the back of her throat. And she sucked as hard as she could, bobbing her head in a rhythm that matched her hand. Releasing him when he bucked his hips. Then she paused, played, catching her breath before bending to try it again. To take more of him.

The kissing, the massage, the frank discussion of what got her wet and him hard, all coalesced within her. She wanted. And she’d damn well do what she wanted. And she wanted to explore every inch of his body.

It was a beautiful fucking body.

She kept licking, kissing, and sucking, just like he’d asked. With every breath, every stroke, she grew hotter. Eyes closed, she moaned and tried to take him deeper in her mouth. She felt his fingers tighten in her hair, liking the tender pull at her temple. She tugged back so she could suck him harder. She wanted to feel him thrust, to fuck her mouth. She wanted him to come.

“I’m not coming in your mouth,” he panted.

She remembered some of those adult films she had watched in the past—and how she hadn’t feel comfortable doing some of the things the women in those movies did. Not with Scott. But now, with Joe, she wanted to do those things. Ached to do those things.

She withdrew and softly sucked the very tip of him before answering with hoarse, honest desire. “Then come on my face.”

“Fuck!” His hips jerked and he tried to slide up the bed away from her.

She smiled. That’s what she wanted—him surprised, him excited. Him out of control. “I want you to. Please.”

With a shaking hand he half rolled off the mattress to reach for his jeans and grab a condom from the pocket. “Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered as he sheathed himself.

She eagerly complied.

He got off the bed to stand behind her and tested her with a finger, sucking in a breath as he easily slid into her heat. “You’re so wet.”

“Sucking you off turned me on,” she said simply, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder. Saying things like that when she was really aroused felt natural. Before, any sexy talk that she’d actually managed to think of had stuck in her throat. But she hadn’t had to think to say that…she’d just been honest.

She heard a smothered growl, and he gripped her hips. “This isn’t going to be gentle.”

She happily curled her fingers into the pillows. “Whatever you want.”

“You’re not helping me when you say things like that,” he growled.

“I thought you liked me being so willing to please.”

“Oh, I like it.” With a throaty mutter, he thrust deep. “I like it too much.”

She arched her back, tossing her head at the sheer pleasure of his possession. His hands swept around to clasp her breasts. Then one slid lower to her clit.

She clenched on him and bucked like she was a filly being ridden for the first time. All bareback rodeo.

Both his hands smacked back on her hips. She bucked and pushed back against him harde

r. His fingers dug into her flesh. His thrusts went crazy wild. Knocking her forward, almost off her hands. She spread them wider, fingers gripping the mattress to help keep her balance.

She panted, moaned, cried out as he took her harder than she’d ever been taken in her life. Hotter than she’d ever been in her life. She hadn’t thought anything could surpass last night, but this was animalistic and wild. She screamed as the orgasm hit her. Heat billowed around her, through her, pulsing with every clench of her inner muscles. Never before had she felt anything as good as this.

With one final thrust he came, emitting a long, deep groan of release. She eased forward onto her stomach as his weight came over her.

“Naughty vixen,” he murmured, lazily sweeping his hand down her spine. “You win that round.” He ran his hand along the length of her arm, pressing it into the mattress. “But you will pay for it.”

“Really? Bite me.”

“Oh, I will. Later.” He chuckled. “You sound so pleased with yourself.”

“I am pleased with myself.” She breathed in deeply, satisfaction filling her.

For once, she was very, very pleased with herself.

That was the first time she’d enjoyed giving head. The first time she’d gotten more turned on doing rather than receiving. The pleasure in knowing she’d made him lose control was indescribable.

“You make me want to do all these things I’d never wanted to do before,” she admitted. She felt like she’d been missing out on a whole side of herself she hadn’t known anything about—a side that was normal for everyone else.

“Ditto.” He toyed with her hair, sliding it over her back with a lazy finger.

Her heart slammed to a stop. What did he say he did with her that he usually didn’t do with other women? The only thing was sex—bossy-style sex. Her heart thundered again. “You’re not usually this dominant in bed?”

He took a moment to reply. “Not as dominant, no.”

“So you’re doing it for me.” She pressed her cheek deeper into the pillow so he couldn’t see all her face. He wasn’t being himself because she wasn’t good enough? He had to act a part to make this good?