Maybe this won’t be as much of a struggle as I thought it might be.
I cross to my side and lift the wrinkled sheet, climbing underneath. I never make my bed, so it always looks like someone just rolled out of it.
Alyssa’s still sitting there stiffly, so I tell her to lie down.
She swallows and draws a shaky breath, then she lies down flat with her head on the unused pillow that occupies the empty side of my bed.
Even though she’s scared, the sight of her bare breasts gets my blood heating. I’m too tired and too done with this day to do much to make this easier on her. I just want to fuck her and be done with it so I can get some sleep.
She knows it’s coming, but she still jumps when my hand comes to rest on her bare abdomen beneath the sheet.
“You don’t have to act so terrified,” I mutter, too many years between me and inexperience to remember what this might feel like. “You’ve been fucked before.”
“Not by a stranger,” she says, her voice barely a whisper.
Strikes me as funny she’d be picky about that. “No, just by someone else’s husband,” I shoot back, a little sharper than I intend.
She jumps again at the bite in my voice, like I struck her instead of saying something a little mean. “I told you I’m sorry for that,” she reminds me.
“Sorry doesn’t matter,” I inform her, losing my patience but not the fucking hard-on her body keeps giving me. I already let her have peace earlier and decided not to kill her, but I’m not a fucking saint. “I told you earlier: make yourself worth the headache you’re giving me, or you know the alternative. It was nice of me to give you a choice in the matter, wasn’t it?”
She doesn’t answer me, and I’m done talking to her about it.
“Put your hand on my dick,” I tell her.
This abrupt command startles her, and for a moment, I think she might refuse.
Then her gaze slides my way and she reaches toward my lap, hesitantly lifting my side of the sheet so she can slip her hand under it.
Her cool hand touches my thigh. She leaves it there for a second, then slowly inches over until she finds my dick.
At first, her fingertips just barely brush it, like she’s afraid to grab hold of it. She gets over it quickly, though, and wraps her hand around it.
As her soft grip tightens around my thick length, my eyes drift shut, and a shudder of pleasure travels straight through me.
“Is that okay?” she asks tentatively, seeking direction.
I’m not at all used to tentative lovers.
Maybe it’s her age, maybe it’s the circumstances; whatever the reason, I don’t mind it in her.
I sigh with pleasure as she begins stroking me. After a couple minutes of her handiwork, I’m ready for more. Since she seems to be awaiting further instruction, I reach over and slide my arm around her, hauling her close and commanding, “Kiss me.”
“On…on your mouth, or…?” Rather than say it, she nods toward my dick.
Fuck, she had to go and fill my head with the image of her lips around my cock. For some fucked-up reason, my mind chooses that moment to bring Theo’s words from the bar back to me, the part of his story where he told me she gave lousy head.
“Did you suck any dick before my brother-in-law?” I demand.
She has the grace to look embarrassed. “One other guy. Only once, though. We didn’t date for long.”
Inexperience. Theo could’ve taught her how to do it instead of insulting her skill level. Everyone probably gives shitty head when they don’t know what the hell they’re doing.
Well, might as well see just how shitty she is.
“Suck my dick.”
After drawing a fortifying breath, she looks down at the bed sheet. Underneath, her hand is around my cock, but she stares at it like it’s something more daunting than it is.
“Now,” I tell her, gently but firmly.
Her gaze darts to mine in mild alarm then returns to where I’ve demanded her attention. She licks her lips real quick, pulls the sheet back, and climbs down between my legs.
I don’t know why she looks up at me with those big eyes like I’m her savior and maybe I won’t make her do this, but she does. When she gets nothing from me, she finally lowers her head and gingerly takes the tip of my cock into the warm, wet haven of her mouth.
Closing my eyes, I let my head sink back into the pillow and enjoy the admittedly unskilled strokes of her tongue. The main problem is, while she’s trying to figure out what to do with her tongue and my dick, her hand isn’t doing jack shit. She’s holding my cock at the base like the bottom of an ice cream cone when she could be working me instead.