Cinderella's Rebellion, page 4
A low purr of contentment hummed in her throat. She trembled under the assured, smooth strokes of his hand. His palm circled her tensed shoulder, slowly. The corners of his mouth quirked up as she slid him a glance beneath her lashes. Cyn gave a delicate shudder as his fingertips pressed into her shoulder joint, rubbing the lotion in. Deep.
“You’ve got great hands, Derek. And they’re so very…big.”
Her voice rubbed against his raging nerves like a cat’s silky fur. A voice like that, soft, melodious and slightly husky, could seduce a monk. Derek concentrated on rubbing the lotion into her satin skin.
Sweat trickled down his brow and not from the harsh Florida sun, either. Each contact of his hand against her rose petal flesh sent shudders of need coursing through him.
A low groan ripped from his throat as his groin throbbed with unbearable tension. His palm slid past her collarbone. He could not resist the rounded fullness of her breast.
His hand skimmed the warm upper half. Seeking fingers slipped below the fabric line of her bikini top, rubbing and stroking her breast. Derek closed his eyes, imagining her alabaster white body lying upon the concrete deck. Creamy thighs outstretched, her glistening wet, pink center beckoning to him to take her, sink inside her welcoming warmth…
She moved beneath him, arching and crying out…
She moved. Splashing sounds.
His hand jerked away.
Derek’s eyes snapped open as he realized Cyn had slid out of the hot tub and sat beside him, her gaze sharp.
“Ah, fair maiden, you’re such an innocent and I forgot myself,” he said regretfully.
Concern replaced suspicion in her deep blue eyes. “You sounded as if you were in tremendous pain, Derek. Is anything wrong?”
He swallowed hard as her anxious gaze swept over his body. It landed directly on his groin. At her interest, his cock wagged joyfully, like a playful puppy beating its tail.
Cyn eyed the enormous bulge in his trunks. Alarm sprang to her eyes.
“You poor thing, no wonder you’re in pain,” she said softly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize…”
Realize what? Derek glanced at his groin.
“Did you have an accident?” She leaned closer, examining his groin with a curious intensity. “It appears to be all swollen.”
He stared incredulously at her, then suddenly realized the very depth of her innocence. Cinderella had no knowledge of a man’s sexual organs. Tender amusement mingled with pure male speculation. This could prove interesting. Maybe he could begin with a hands-on lesson on male anatomy. But natural shyness might make her balk at touching his…
Derek gasped as her long fingers stroked his throbbing cock through the thin cotton swim trunks. His brain screamed, What’s up?! His cock danced for joy.
So much for balking. This was going to be interesting.
She prodded his throbbing hardness as one would poke at a rare steak on the grill.
“If you want, I have something upstairs to make the swelling go down,” she offered.
“I don’t think…anything in your medicine cabinet will suffice,” he muttered.
She withdrew her hand and frowned. “Oh. Is there any way I can help the swelling to go down?”
Derek groaned. No, don’t, don’t say it…
“Perhaps I should take a look. I’m good at treating injuries, you know.”
Breath fled from his lungs in harsh rasps as she tugged at the waistband of his swim trunks and gently eased them down. Cinderella stared at his swollen, throbbing cock with the curiosity of a three-year-old examining a Tinkertoy®.
“My, it’s so large and red and thick.” Soft blue eyes held his gaze with concern. “Does it hurt?”
“A little,” he managed to say.
“Want me to kiss it and make it better?”
Derek took one look at that red, luscious mouth and nearly died. His cock throbbed happily in anticipation. Yes, it agreed. Yes, please, one little kiss. Pretty please, with sugar on…
And then Cinderella reached out and touched his cock. It twitched violently. She jumped back.
“It’s alive. It moved,” she said, staring in fascinated horror. “Why did it do that?”
He bit back another groan. “It likes you. It just wants to be friends.”
“Oh. Like a dog wagging its tail when it’s friendly?”
“Yes,” he said in a strangled voice.
“I like dogs,” she admitted. “I’ve always wanted a dog.”
A wildly erotic image sprang to mind, Cinderella putting a studded collar on his cock and leading him around with a leash.
“Maybe if I pet it, it will calm down,” she told him.
She gave him a beaming smile and her hand gently began caressing him in silken strokes. Derek’s eyes closed to half slits. A strangled moan escaped his throat. Hell, he didn’t care if half the neighbors were watching, he could no more stop her actions than he could make a book appear out of thin air.
A nagging voice reminded him, You can make a book appear out of thin air. You are the head genie, the grand poo-bah of IsBn. Shut up, he told his conscience, which was waging war now with his body. Cinderella continued petting his penis as one would affectionately stroke a dog’s head.
“What do you call it?”
“There are many names,” he said with a muffled groan. “I call it a cock.”
“Oh. Like a rooster.” She rested her elegant fingers against it. “Why do they name it after a rooster? Does it like to rise in the morning, too?”
“Definitely,” he gasped.
Her hand rubbed. Harder. A little faster. Oh damn, he couldn’t hold it…each silky stroke of her fingers, it was too much…
He pushed her hand away. Grabbing the state of Florida towel and placing it over his cock, he bit back a strangled groan as his entire body went taut as a board. His cock throbbed and jerked in a spastic shudder as Derek climaxed. Semen spurted directly onto the Florida turnpike, somewhere between Yeehaw Junction and Orlando.
Yee haw.
Derek stared at the bodily fluid dripping down the state map. His dark gaze locked to her innocent blue one. For a moment, time hung suspended between them. She had no idea what had just happened.
And the realization struck him like a hardcover bonking him over the head. For the first time in his existence, he was no longer in control. The blonde cinder wench had wrestled his hard-won control from him with each innocent stroke of her tapered fingertips. A fairy tale character with a sweet smile had caused his control to snap like a dry twig. He had totally lost it.
And he wasn’t certain if he ever would be in control around Cinderella.
He wanted her. Badly. Every raging, primitive male instinct rushed through him like a gush of molten lava. He came—literally—with the idea of seducing her and ended up becoming the seducee.
Derek never lost control. Ever. He couldn’t afford to let his well-ordered life turn into a messy manuscript cluttered with the unexpected. But here he was, having lost abandon like a youth with his first woman.
Dragging in a deep breath, he tugged up his swim trunks.
“Derek? Are you okay?” she asked. Those big innocent baby blue eyes stared at him.
With an effort, he got his ragged breathing under control and offered a reassuring smile. “Fine now. You’re such an innocent,” he said softly.
“If you say so.” She offered a singularly sweet smile. “Maybe we’ll see each other around the pool.”
He gave her a thoughtful look. “Yes. I’m certain we will.”
Derek wadded up the towel, tossing it aside. Resolve filled him as he gazed silently at her.
He’d seduce her, teach her all about sexual pleasure, claim her lovely body and grant her dearest wish. With no more reason to remain in the mortal world, she’d return to fairy tale land where life was beautiful all the time. And happy endings ruled.
He must restore order and return Cinderella to the story. The glass slipper had to come off. Why then, deep down, did he harbor a guilty feeling that he was a heel?
Derek dismissed the niggling emotion. Order must be restored at all costs. A sweet rush of anticipation filled him as he gazed at her large, innocent eyes.
You’re mine, he told her silently. All mine, sweet cinder wench. One way or another, I’ll have you. You can bet your bestseller on it.
Chapter Four
What a dweeb.
Albeit a very cute, hunky dweeb.
Her sheer enjoyment of his hands stroking her had turned to sheer annoyance when he touched her breast. Just like the feminists had warned, all he’d wanted was to get off on her.
She’d successfully twisted the tables on him. So Derek though he could cop a feel with that Let me put lotion on you stunt? Cyn had jerked him off and made him dance to her tune. The feminists had been right. Men were powerless when it came to their cocks.
Gosh, it sure had been interesting. His whole body had tensed and his face scrunched up as if thousands of volts had zinged him. She enjoyed commanding him, watching him lose control with every stroke.
Derek smiled slowly. He brushed back a lock of her blonde hair. His fingertips barely grazed her cheek. She jumped, shocked at the raw current sizzling between them.
His gaze locked to hers, sultry and intense. Wanting.
An odd fullness pooled between her legs. Cyn trembled, remembering the heated pleasure of his hands stroking suntan lotion on her naked shoulders. She wanted his hands on her again, stroking oh so slowly over her breasts, thumbing her nipples in gentle circles…
Now who was losing control?
She was. With just one touch. One heated look. What kind of power did this man have over her?
“How do you feel, Cyn?”
She had jerked the guy off and he was asking her how she felt? Cyn shot him an arch look. “Tingly, like I grabbed hold of a real live wire.”
“Do you now? Feel tingly?” His voice was deep and smooth and sent little shivers racing through her.
“Yes,” she admitted, entranced by the mesmerizing light in his dark eyes.
“So do I. But something still hurts. A little.”
“What?”
“My mouth.” He tapped his full lower lip with a forefinger. “It hurts, here. Your kiss will make it feel better. A kiss, and nothing more. May I kiss you?”
A kiss, his warm lips against hers… Nothing more. And he asked permission.
She nodded.
He leaned forward, his dark gaze burning into her. One kiss couldn’t hurt. She grimaced inwardly, remembering the prince’s slippery mouth kissing her. It had felt like kissing a cold, wet eel. Surely Derek’s kiss must be better. His mouth invited her, firm, wet and coaxing…
His thumb stroked her lower lip, teasing. Slid over the lush curve, his touch featherlight. Derek bent his head toward hers. His hand cupped the back of her head and caressed her, slow and smooth, tunneling through her long locks. Raw excitement filled her. He was going to kiss her. She leaned forward in breathless anticipation.
Her first kiss. First real one, anyway. Nancy boy princes didn’t count.
Cyn closed her eyes.
His mouth, oh, it felt so warm and smooth. Intense excitement filled her. She leaned closer as his mouth moved over hers, and felt the slight pressure of his tongue licking her lips. Cyn moaned as he pulled her closer, teasing her with the delicious taste of him. Oh, she never knew a kiss could set her on fire like this…
“Hey electrical girl!”
A rough shout jolted them apart. Derek gave her a rueful smile, some deep emotion smoldering in his dark eyes. She sensed a powerful turbulence hiding beneath his tautly held control.
Cyn glanced at the deck’s far edge. Her neighbors and best friends, Sara and Lisa, romped across the deck. They skidded to a halt, staring at Derek.
Derek stood with languid grace, rising, rising, rising until his shadow dipped over her.
“I’m afraid I must take leave of you now, fair maiden,” he said on that deep, hypnotic voice.
Spellbound, she stared into his dark eyes. “Bye, prince charming.”
He bent over, took her hand into his, brought it to his lips, brushing it with a brief, sizzling kiss.
“Until we meet again, fair maiden,” he murmured.
Cyn melted at his charming smile. She watched him stride off with powerful grace. Nice scenery. Cotton swim trunks firmly clung to his nicely rounded bottom.
Her friends gawked after him, Lisa blue-eyed and blonde like Cyn, and the lean, short-haired, practical Sara.
“Who’s Mr. Dreamboat? Wow, he’s perfect, just perfect. I never get to meet any guys like that. He looks just like a romance cover model.” Lisa, a die-hard romantic, gave a wistful sigh and gazed at the horizon.
“Is his cock built like the rest of him?” Sara asked bluntly.
“Sara!” Lisa looked shocked.
“Well, men bulk up to overcompensate for little gherkins.”
“What do you know about cocks?” Cyn asked.
“A little. Enough to know you can’t trust that old adage about a man’s hands. It’s a myth, you know,” Sara advised.
“I mean, how does it get into you?”
“Any way it can,” Sara deadpanned.
“I mean, how does it happen?”
Sara and Lisa exchanged bewildered glances at each other. “You don’t know?” Sara asked.
Cyn shook her head. “Jumping Judas, Cyn, were you raised in a convent?” Sara burst out.
“No, an ash heap,” she replied truthfully.
“Don’t you watch TV? Read sexy novels?” Sara asked.
“I don’t watch television or read novels. I’m into real life, not fiction.”
“Are you still a virgin?” Lisa asked, round-eyed.
A deep flush ignited her cheeks. Cyn nodded.
“A friend told me all the right parts, but not exactly how what part fits where. I need directions.”
“Damn,” Sara breathed. “Well, it’s not like assembling widgets. Wow. I’ve never had to explain sex before. Lisa, go fetch that romance novel you’re reading.”
Lisa sighed and fetched the paperback novel. The cover featured a half-naked man embracing a woman in a flowing dress. The title read, Warrior Stud Muffin.
Flipping past pages, Lisa cleared her throat and began reading in a gurgling voice. “He stripped her naked and stood above her. She stared at his bulging love hammer thrusting out from him like a steel support rod. She felt all quivery inside, like the time when she touched a live wire and her hair frizzed up for good. Naked, she lay back, crying out, ‘Take me now!’ as he leaned over her and thrust his enormous tool inside, pounding into her love hole like a pile driver.”
Lisa paused. Sara gave her an inquiring look. Cyn frowned.
“This sounds like what the ironworkers did before the guys and I wired the condo. That’s what sex is?”
Frustration surged through her. She wanted to experience life and fall in love, but not with her tool bag.
Lisa and Sara traded glances. “Er, you know that space down there…the hidden tunnel?” Sara began.
Cyn nodded. “My friend called it a vagina.”
“Let’s call it your love hole,” Lisa added helpfully. She set down the book. “Let me explain in a different way. The cock is like, er, an engine. And your love hole is a tunnel. The cock drives into the tunnel. And then it backs out and goes in. And out,” she said in a bright voice.
Sara rolled her eyes. “You’re making it sound like Amtrak trying to depart the station. Listen honey, it’s like this. A guy gets all excited and that tubular thing dangling between his legs, his cock, gets real stiff, and stands up straight.”
She remembered Derek’s stiff, thick cock. “Like a big purple rod.”
“A stud love rod. A man’s jeweled tool. In some romance novels it’s called the purple warrior of love,” Lisa chimed in.
Sara rolled her eyes. “Let’s just call it a cock. Never mind the prose. So the man puts his hard cock inside you and shoves and shoves and then he has an orgasm and releases sperm, the seeds to make a baby, inside you.” Sara’s kind gaze locked with hers as she went on to explain everything about sex.
“The equipment is basically the same with mammals. Haven’t you ever seen dogs humping? That’s my favorite position, doggie style. Except my dates never lick their balls,” Sara said in a teasing tone.
Cyn’s pulse skipped a beat. So that’s what Derek’s cock did. Hot erotic longing shot through her. She thought about him sinking that hard, thick length into her and filling her and filling her and maybe her face would twist as if caught in the throes of some exquisite agony…
Hot dampness gushed between her thighs as she thought about Derek joining them together. Releasing his seed inside her.
Except this time she’d jerked him off and the seeds to make a baby were planted on his state of Florida towel. As if Florida didn’t have enough of a population problem.
Sara continued, “If you’re lucky and he’s good, you’ll have at least three orgasms before he comes.”
“What does an orgasm feel like?” she asked curiously.
Lisa considered. “Like a half-price sale at Neiman Marcus. Only with lots of cash instead of credit cards.”
Sara groaned. “It feels wonderful Cyn. You’ll find out when you have sex. But make sure he makes you come when you do it.”
“Well, okay. I want to have sex. But it has to be the right man, you know?” Cyn explained.
“Mr. Tight Booty who was giving you the eye would be a good start. He looks like a likely candidate,” Sara advised.
“Oh yes,” Lisa agreed. “He’s a hot number.”
Cyn felt the flush of desire deepen. “He has nice hands,” she mused.
Heated longing filled her as she remembered how Derek had rubbed the lotion into her skin, trailing fire in their wake.
Was this passion? Was this what she had sought? She longed to find out. But not with Derek. A flush lit her body. He only wanted to use her for sex. She needed more.
She wanted romance as well.
Shimmering into invisibility, Derek hovered, listening to the girls talk. His pride swelled at their discussion of him.
