Tease Me, page 20
Lolita paused with another forkful of cheesecake at her lips. “Tell me what you don’t like about him.”
The answer, I realized, was easy. “He lives on a farm.”
She chewed quickly and swallowed. “What’s wrong with that? You’re from the country.”
“Exactly. I know what it’s like to live in a small town. Since I moved here, I discovered there’s so much more to life. I love living near the ocean and . . . well, I don’t think I want to leave now.”
“Maybe he’d move here, too.”
I shook my head. “I wouldn’t want him to do that.”
“Look, you’re jumping way ahead of yourself. Right now, that sexy bull wrestler is getting all steamy waiting for you. Go up there and fuck his brains out.”
“Lolly!” I glanced around, and a few people were looking our way. I wanted to run and hide, but instead, I just bulged my eyes at her.
“What? Don’t worry about them. They’re all jealous. Now, I’m serious. Go and have a jolly good ride, and don’t worry about the serious stuff. It’ll work out.”
I took a large gulp of my coffee. “This’s the fourth time he’s been here. Don’t you think that’s serious enough?”
“No. He’s smart enough to know when he’s on a good thing. Just enjoy the ride.” She giggled.
I finished the rest of my coffee and placed the mug down. Billy sure was exciting in the bedroom. My mind drifted to the last time we’d been together and how amazing I’d felt when I’d licked him. Maybe I could try that again.
“You’re smiling. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
I giggled and leaned forward. “I was thinking about Billy.”
“And . . .?”
“And . . . I licked his . . . you know.”
“And . . .?” Her eyes bulged.
“And it was nice.”
“Nice? Pfft, you sure do play things down. Hey, that reminds me—you haven’t told me about the threesome.”
I glanced at her cheesecake, which she’d barely touched. “And you haven’t eaten that.”
“Okay, how about we go info titbit for bite? For every juicy piece of info, I’ll eat a bite of this retched cake.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“Sure is. I’ll need to run to Brisbane and back to work off these calories.”
I rolled my eyes. She’d probably do it, too. “Okay.”
“Okay, so you had them naked on the chairs. Then what?”
“I tugged my boobs over my corset and let Mickey have his way with them. Eat.”
She scowled and then put the tiniest spoonful in her mouth.
“While Mickey was working on my boobs, Jackson was watching. Eat.”
“That’s not enough info. Tell me more.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, while I was with the plumber, Jackson was watching me and playing with himself.”
“And, how did you feel?”
“It made me so freakin’ horny. His eyes were really wide, and he kept licking his lips. So, while he was watching me and I was watching him play with himself, Mickey was doing the most amazing things to my boobs.” Just going back there in my mind had my insides curling. “Eat.”
Lolly scooped another mouthful into her mouth. “So, how did you fuck? Were you sandwiched between their two cocks? One in your pussy, one up your ass?”
“What? No. Ewww, that’s disgusting.”
She flicked her hand like I was over-exaggerating. “So, how’d you do it? Oh, let me guess—you gave one head while the other fucked you from behind.”
“No—”
“Okay, you rode one guy and gave the other head.”
“No, Lolly, stop. It wasn’t like that.”
She pointed her fork at me and scowled. “You didn’t fuck them, did you?”
I shook my head.
She shoved her plate away. “Oh my god, you made me eat that crap, and you didn’t even fuck them.”
“Shhh.”
“Oh, pfft.” She threw her hands in the air. “You tricked me.”
“No, I didn’t.”
She sat back and folded her arms across her abundant boobs. “Tell me then. How was it a threesome?”
God, she was loud. Cringing, I glanced around. Thankfully, the café was nearly empty, and the tables that were occupied were a fair distance away.
“We fooled around for a bit in the chairs. Then Mickey carried me to the bed. I let both of them watch me, you know, masturbate.”
Lolly rolled her eyes to the ocean and sighed as if completely uninterested.
“Then they kneeled at either side of me. They had their hands all over me and in me, and it was amazing. And then I grabbed both of them and played with them until they both came all over me.”
She didn’t move. I had no idea what she was thinking. Lolly didn’t do silent.
“I still had my mask on.”
She frowned. “What?”
“The green Poison Ivy mask. I’d kept it on the whole time. Right to the end.”
Lolly clapped her hands and laughed. “Lucky you don’t write porn because you’d be terrible.”
I laughed along with her, relieved that she didn’t seem mad at me. “Do you forgive me?”
“No. You’re in for a tough workout next Tuesday. I can’t believe you made me eat that, and you didn’t even fuck those guys.”
“You ate about five forkfuls.”
“Yes, and I can already feel it making its way to my ass.”
I smiled. Lolita had an incredible body that she worked so hard to maintain. I actually felt terrible now. “I’m sorry I made you eat that cake.”
She flicked her hand. “It’s okay, I’ll work it off on Cal later. All this talk about sex has made me horny.” Her eyes bulged. “Are you going to fuck Billy now?”
I frowned. “I . . . I don’t know. We haven’t got that far yet. We do other stuff.”
“What else haven’t you done with him then?”
I pictured my sexy cowboy, his highly toned muscles, and those interesting molasses eyes.
“You’re smiling.”
“You know what I’d like to try again? I don’t think I did a good job last time. I’d like to try a sixty-nine.”
“Ahhh, there’s definitely a skill to it.”
“Yeah—avoid choking to death.”
Lolita burst out laughing. “You’re a hoot, babe. Okay, here’s a tip. Both of you lie on your sides.”
I blinked at her as I tried to picture how that would work. “I never thought of that.”
“Or if you sit on his face, then you can lean down, and you manage how much of his cock you take into your mouth. Don’t do it the other way, with him on top, or you’ll need CPR in a few minutes.”
I rolled my eyes. “I know what you mean.”
She glanced at her phone. “Dammit, I’ve gotta go.” She plucked a twenty-dollar bill out and sat the saltshaker on it to stop it from blowing away. “Tell me you’re going to Billy.”
“Yes, yes, I am.” I didn’t even need to think about it.
She hopped up and came around to draw me to her chest. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you.” Though I had no idea what there was to be proud of.
She kissed my cheek. “See you next week.”
“Okay. Bye.”
As she jogged away, my thoughts drifted to Billy.
By the time I’d left the café and made it to my room, I was so excited about going up to him that my insides purred.
Chapter Twenty-Five
I stripped out of my exercise gear and jumped into the shower. Knowing a man was already waiting for me meant I didn’t need to rush. I shaved my legs, and when I washed my hair, I even did a five-minute conditioning treatment.
By the time I’d toweled off, blow-dried my hair, brushed my teeth, and applied minimal makeup to cover my freckles, it was already ten-thirty a.m.
As I stood in front of my closet, I realized that for the first time, I’d be going to Billy as me, Jane Nichols. I had no idea what to wear. Billy was stunning, every bit the hunky male that loads of women dreamed of standing alongside.
I tugged one dress after another from the hanging rack and tried to picture what outfit would match Billy perfectly. I paused at my blue blazer. Last time I’d worn it I’d been with Henry. I’d paired the blazer with my striped T-shirt and wore it with jeans.
Jeans for my cowboy seemed perfect.
I tugged the clothing out and held it against my body but decided that wearing exactly the same outfit for two different men was a little weird. I swapped the striped T-shirt for a plain white one. This time, I’d tuck my jeans into my long red boots and tie it all together with a red scarf.
The idea of Billy peeling the denim off me was very enticing. Or maybe he was just as skilled as Henry had been and could shoot me to the moon while fully clothed. My insides clenched at the delicious thoughts running through my mind.
For my lingerie, I decided to skip a bra—I wouldn’t need one for long anyway, not with how quickly the throb was growing inside me. I’d be lucky to have my clothes on for ten seconds.
I checked my outfit in the mirror. Other than my nipples being blatantly obvious through the white T-shirt, this was the type of outfit I liked to wear—the Jane Nichols side of me, that was. The clothing Memphis wore was sexy, and there was no doubt it made me feel sexy, but it didn’t make me feel like me. I just hoped Billy was ready to see the real Plain Jane, or this could be a very short date.
My heart skipped a few beats as I realized I’d called it a date.
Before my tumbling thoughts ruined the excitement that pulsed through my pussy, I grabbed my bag, checked it had everything I needed, and strode out my door. As I rode the elevator up to the next floor, I rummaged through my bag, searching for lipstick. In my haste to leave, I’d forgotten it completely. The only thing I had was a nude gloss. I glided it on and rubbed my lips together.
The doors pinged open, and with each step I took toward Billy’s room, I grew more nervous. He was about to spend time with the real me—Plain Jane. My heart galloped at an alarming rate by the time I reached his door and knocked. I closed my eyes and counted the seconds until it opened.
At the click of the handle, I opened my eyes to the most glorious sight. Cowboy Billy was all man, a potent mix of brawn and calm, smoking hot and sexy.
I drank in his appearance, everything from his cute matching dimples to his narrow hips, so perfectly contained in his well-worn jeans. Billy literally took my breath away.
“Hi, Jane.” He held his hand forward. “It’s lovely to see you again.”
I nibbled on my bottom lip as his fingers enveloped mine, and I was fairly certain the earth moved at our first touch.
“You look incredible.”
I just about melted under his intense molasses gaze. “Thank you.”
He let go of my grip and reached around my back to guide me into the room, and as the door shut, he turned to look at me. “Can I get you something to eat? Drink?”
“No, thank you.”
Normally, I’d walk into a stranger’s room, toss my bag and coat onto a chair, and start stripping. I suddenly felt very awkward. Very Jane-like as I stood stranded between the front door and the dining table.
Billy may have sensed my trepidation because he stepped toward me. His hands glided into my jacket and rested on my waist. This simple touch made my nipples harden, and my breath quicken. “You’re beautiful.”
Billy was the one who was beautiful, but his sincerity made my knees just about buckle beneath me.
His eyes were incredible. Long dark lashes framed his liquid honey irises. All the worry that had gripped me earlier melted away as I succumbed to his enchantment. His tongue glided across his lips, and a shiver rolled through me as I tilted my head and closed my eyes, willing him to lower his lips to mine. Barely a breath passed before my wish was granted.
The world around me vanished into obscurity as the warmth of his tongue met mine. He tasted of mint and smelled of exotic spices. I curled my fingers around the back of his neck, drawing him to me, silently telling him to give me more. His hands curved up from my waist, and he gently ran his thumb over my nipples, drawing out my hardened buds until the fabric that covered them felt like a straitjacket.
I inched my hands up his chest, feeling every steely muscle. His nipples were tiny pebbles, and I gently pinched them between my fingers. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, meeting his in a delicious dance.
Our heated breaths grew faster, matching my racing heart. His gentle attention to my breasts was both exquisite and agony as a delicious pulse started at my pussy and throbbed right through me.
“Oh, Billy.” His name whispered off my tongue.
He pulled back, his eyes loaded with lust-filled intensity. Billy reached up with his hands and cupped my cheeks. I thought he would kiss me again, but instead, he curled his fingers into my collar and removed my jacket. The fabric fell to my feet, and as I kicked it aside, his eyes lowered to my chest. I looked down, too, and my nipples were lethal weapons bulging from the white cotton.
He glided his index finger around my nipples, and as I rolled my head back and closed my eyes, my body sizzled. Every little node around my nipples hardened beneath his touch. He tugged my T-shirt from my jeans, and I raised my hands over my head. The shirt was off in a flash, and I felt so damn sexy standing there topless.
I reached for his shirt, wanting the same for him. His fingers trembled as he helped me with the buttons, and seconds later, he was shirtless, too.
Billy was a muscle god, perfectly sculpted from years of hard work. This was the body every man should aspire to have.
He leaned forward, and when he sucked my breast into his mouth, I just about climaxed right there and then. While his tongue and lips explored my left breast, his hand manipulated my right. I drove my fingers through his golden hair and gently tugged him closer.
He moaned, and I moaned with him. As much as I was enjoying his divine attention, he was enjoying it, too. The orgasm building inside me was enormous, mammoth even, and as I scratched my nails up his back, I fought the urge to let my body take over.
I reached for his belt, desperate to release the bulge that dominated his jeans. As I fumbled with the buckle, he reached for the button on my jeans. We were in a race to undress each other. A race that I won, and within seconds Billy had his jeans around his ankles and his glorious cock pointing right at me.
I lowered to my knees—I couldn’t help myself. I needed to taste him, and with my fingers digging into his toned bottom, I sucked his solid rod into my mouth. My lips glided over the smooth skin, drawing him into my throat. Once he was all the way in, I held him there, ensuring maximum suction.
Billy moaned, and when he ran his fingers through my hair, I gradually released. As I eased his cock out of my mouth, I rolled my tongue around his shaft, exploring every aspect of his glorious rod. I paused at the tip, sucking hard until he slipped out.
I looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his lips slightly ajar as if words were about to be whispered across them. I glided my right hand around his hip, and as I curled my fingers between his legs, he stepped apart, giving me more room to play.
With my left hand wrapped around his shaft, I cupped his balls with my right hand, and I curled my tongue around his glistening crown.
Billy hissed, his entire body tensed, and I carried on rolling my tongue around and around, glancing up from time to time to see if he was watching. His fingers curled through my hair, and he groaned.
“Oh, Jane.” To hear him say my name set off a firecracker in me, and the pulsing in my pussy hit a new tempo.
A bubble of semen twinkled at the slit in his crown, begging me to taste. So, I did. It was salty yet sweet. I poked my tongue into the slit, wanting more, and Billy bent his knees and emitted a deep, primal moan.
He clutched my shoulders and pulled back. “Jane, wait.” He reached for my hand, pulling me to my feet. The pupils in his eyes were large black discs almost swallowing his beautiful honey irises. He bent down and yanked his boots from his feet, casting them aside with little care. Then, using his feet, he pulled his jeans off too.
My smoking-hot cowboy stood completely naked, and I devoured him with my gaze. Every inch of him was a work of art. Muscles bulged in all the right places, and his cock stood tall and proud, pointing up toward his perfectly formed navel. I could have stood there and admired him all day long.
Our eyes met, and something wickedly delicious crossed over his. A heartbeat later, his hands gripped my hips, and as he ran his tongue over his lips, he walked me backward. Under his guidance, I sat on the end of the bed, and Billy kneeled down, lifted my foot to his thigh, and glided the zipper down my boot.
The concentration on his face was as exhilarating as his glistening body, and I was once again reminded of how lucky I was. With the second boot removed, he sat up on his knees and placed his hands on my thighs. “Lie back, baby.”
Baby! Holy wow.
I tugged my bottom lip into my mouth as I obeyed his wishes. His hands glided up my hips, and after he undid my jeans zipper, I raised my bottom off the bed and closed my eyes as Billy glided my jeans down my body, taking my underpants off too.
With my eyes closed, I pictured his expression and imagined him running his tongue over his lips as he savored my nudity. The second my jeans were off my ankles, I parted my legs, silently welcoming him to my body.
His warm hands curled over my knees, and I parted them farther. Barely a heartbeat later, Billy’s tongue glided up my pussy. It was hot, hard, and greedy, and I raised my hips, begging him to lick me again.
Billy didn’t need a second invitation, and I set my mind free and let my body take over. The throbbing pulse sizzling through me grew faster, quickly taking my body to the edge of mind-blowing release.
I threw my arms out, clutched the sheets, and cried out as my orgasm tore through me. It was so fucking intense I thought I’d burst as Billy continued to lick me.
I propped up onto my elbows, and Billy looked up. His eyes rolled slightly as if lost in their own world. By the expression on his face, he was blissfully happy. He ran his tongue over his lips, lapping my juice, and, oh my god, that was the most incredible thing in the world.
