Tease Me, page 24
“Like hell you will. Henry will be up in that penthouse getting all hot and horny for you.”
Oh, yeah. There was that. . . him.
“Listen, Jane, if you give up now, Needledick wins. You don’t want that, do you?”
The idea of Needledick beating me at anything was repulsive. “I guess not.”
“Exactly. You’re nine months into this, babe. Don’t give up now.” Her pleading sounded genuine.
I sighed, and my mind drifted to Henry. No matter what I decided, I would still go up to him. Just like I’d go to Billy. And Corben. And Hunter, David, and Dontrel—hell, even the plumber and electrician would be impossible to resist, should they return.
I sat up and wiped my eyes. “You’re right. That bastard will not beat me.”
“That’s my girl. Now, have a good sleep so you’re ready for that sexy beast in the penthouse.”
I giggled. “Okay.” An evening with Henry was exactly what I needed.
We said our goodbyes, and I hung up the phone.
My grumbling stomach was what eventually got me moving again. I turned on the television and listened to the news as I set about making myself an omelet with bacon, feta, and cherry tomatoes. Once it was ready, I carried my restaurant-quality meal and a steaming coffee onto the balcony.
As I ate my breakfast and breathed in the crisp ocean air, my mind spun around in endless circles. Over and over, I replayed both my heart-stopping discussion with Needledick and my equally heart-stopping kiss with Henry. I could still feel Henry’s lips upon mine, and if I closed my eyes, I could smell his delightful scent.
I collected my dirty dishes and carried them to the sink to wash up. After that, I changed into my pajamas and crawled into bed.
The muscles in my body unraveled, and as I rolled onto my side and pulled my knees up, lovely images of Henry and all the other repeat men in my life drifted across my mind like in an old-fashioned 8mm motion picture. But my thoughts kept drifting back to Henry.
He has an incredible ability to reduce my body to jelly.
Am I falling in love with him?
Chapter Thirty
My alarm woke me at four-thirty. I rolled over to turn it off, and stretching my arms above my head, I yawned. I crawled out of bed and dragged myself into the shower. Although it took a little while to wake up, once I focused on what adventures I could look forward to in the next couple of hours, I was re-energized.
After washing and blow-drying my hair, I ran the curling wand through it for a little pizzazz. I applied a touch of makeup, not too much that Memphis shone through, but enough to compliment my complexion, cover my freckles, and darken my lashes.
Happy that I still looked like Jane, I moved to my closet. What to wear? What to wear?
I decided on my white jeans that I rolled up twice at the bottom. This would ensure my sexy Christian Louboutin stilettos, the ones that practically yelled at me for attention, would be easily seen. The shoes had a fascinating orange, chocolate, and cream-colored crocodile skin that crossed over my toes and curled around my ankle, and killer eight-inch heels.
I matched the orange in the shoe with a Michael Kors tote and a pair of dangly earrings. I decided on my knitted caramel top, which was prone to gliding off my shoulder all the time, and for this reason, I abandoned wearing a bra.
I turned to the mirror. My outfit was perfect for me, the Jane me, and Henry.
With a genuine smile planted on my face, I grabbed my bits and pieces, shoved them in my bag, and strode out my door.
All my worries from this morning were long gone, and as I rode the elevator up to the ninth floor, I was pleased by my reflection in the mirror. Anticipation had colored my cheeks, and my eyes had a cheeky mischievousness about them.
The doors pinged open, and I strode to Henry’s penthouse. Before I even knocked, the door opened, and there stood my suave tutor.
“Good evening.” He reached for my fingers and kissed the back of my hand.
I giggled at his lovely greeting. Dressed in a navy suit with a white shirt underneath with a couple of buttons undone, Henry was all class.
He stepped aside, and with his hand on the small of my back, he guided me into his room. “I thought we’d take advantage of the wonderful view upstairs.”
“Sounds perfect.”
He led me to the spiral stairs. “After you.”
Halfway up the steps, Henry cupped my bottom. “Hey.” I giggled. “That’s a bit cheeky.”
“It’s the perfect amount of cheeky if you ask me.”
I laughed, and he laughed with me. Henry made me glow inside and out.
At the top of the stairs, I stepped into the glassed-in room and admired the spectacular view that spanned the dark blue ocean as far as I could see. Henry led the way through the glass door and held it open for me. A stainless-steel ice bucket with a champagne bottle inside nestled alongside the spa that was bubbling away with a low hum.
Henry curled his arm around my waist, and we walked together to the glass wall that allowed us to see an enormous stretch of beach. Our fingers entwined, and we stood side by side, taking in the glorious panorama. The sun was hidden behind the abundant high-rises, but its long rays cast between the buildings to layer the beach in alternating gold and dark stripes. Whitecaps on the waves rolled into the shore, crashing over hundreds of people still swimming in the shallows.
We stood for a while, just taking in the view, and I felt so comfortable with this gorgeous man at my side. It was easy to be fooled into thinking we’d known each other forever.
I sighed with contentment. “It’s so beautiful.”
Henry positioned himself behind me, put his arms around my waist, and I tilted my head back onto his shoulder, offering him my neck. He pressed delicate kisses up my flesh that triggered delicious pulses that ran through me. “You’re beautiful.”
I turned and looked into his eyes. Henry was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. He was easily movie-star material. His features were fine and perfectly symmetrical, from his elegant nose to expressive blue eyes that were framed with thick, dark lashes.
The way he looked at me made me believe that all my dreams had come true. Henry was the one who was beautiful, but as he’d taught me many times over, I simply said, “Thank you.”
“Do you fancy a dip in the spa?”
“But I didn’t bring my bathers.”
“Exactly.”
I giggled. “Oh, yay.” The prospect of finally seeing my suave tutor naked made my insides dance.
He curled his hands under my knitted top and glided his fingers up my waist. My nipples hardened as I waited for his reaction to me not wearing a bra. And what a reaction it was. As he cupped my breasts, his eyes widened, and his pupils grew enormous. His groin grew, too, and I reached down and rolled my fingers over his pants.
Henry removed my top, and as I stood there, naked from the waist up, he stepped back, and his chest rose and fell as he devoured me with his gaze. His tongue glided over his lips, and when our eyes met, a delirious sense of knowing crossed between us. He caressed my breast and bent over to glide his tongue over my nipple. Just when I thought that delicate bud couldn’t get any harder, it did.
Henry pleasured my breasts, first my right, then my left, taking his time with each and building layer upon layer of lust inside me. I drove my fingers through his thick hair and pulled on a handful as he sucked my nipple over and over.
“Oh, Henry.” His name felt so perfect whispering off my lips, and when he pulled back to look into my eyes, I knew he’d enjoyed the sound of it, too.
He led me to the deck chair and indicated that I should sit. With my foot up on his thigh, Henry undid the buckle at my ankle and glided my stiletto off. Repeating the move with my other shoe, he then rolled his knuckle up my instep. It was both ticklish and delightful.
“You even have beautiful feet.”
I giggled, and when he helped me to stand again, I decided it was my turn to remove some of his clothes. I reached for his shirt buttons, and with Henry watching my fingers, I gradually revealed the incredible body I knew was there. As I ran my hands over his torso, Henry savored my neck again. While he glided kisses from my shoulder to my ear, I ran my fingers around his nipples, drawing them out to rock-hard pebbles.
I removed his jacket and shirt, tossed them onto the deck chair, and stepped back to examine every exposed inch of my gorgeous man. “You’re very handsome, Mr. Addison.”
His brilliant smile made him even more stunning.
His fingers found the button on my jeans, and following his move, I did the same to him. Then, as if perfectly choreographed, we both stepped back and took our own pants off. In a flash, we stood opposite each other, wearing nothing but our underpants. A cool breeze teased my flesh, hardening my nipples even more.
Henry’s erection threatened to burst from the navy jockey undies, and I stepped forward, ready to release that beast. But Henry stepped back. “Not yet.”
“But I want to.” I offered my best sad face.
He chuckled. “Patience.”
I so desperately wanted to see him fully naked, but I’d learned two things with Henry. The first was that he was the master of teaching me new things, and the second was that anticipation was an intoxicating aphrodisiac.
He led me to the spa. “Would the madam like to hop in?”
“Sure.” I slipped out of my G-string and tossed it at him.
Laughing, Henry clutched the minuscule lace, and as I’d expected, he raised it to his nose. With his eyes closed, Henry sniffed my underwear nice and deep, and as I turned my attention to his groin, his cock moved beneath the navy fabric.
He placed my underwear on the deck chair and turned his attention to the champagne bottle next to the spa. As the cork released with a loud pop, I stepped into the bubbling water. The warmth embraced me, and as I settled onto one of the seats below the waterline, he handed me a glass of champagne.
My already purring insides hit a whole new tempo as I waited for the moment Henry stripped completely naked. After placing his champagne on the side of the spa, he walked around to the steps. My heart thumped in my chest. I didn’t want to blink for fear of missing even one millisecond.
But it didn’t happen.
Henry stepped down into the spa.
“Hey, that’s not fair.”
“What?” He raised his brows as if he had no idea what I was referring to.
“You kept your undies on.”
He glided over toward me, and reaching for his champagne, he sat at my side and raised his glass for a toast. “Cheers.”
“Don’t change the subject.”
He nodded at our glasses, silently insisting that we toast. We tapped the glasses together, and then we both took a sip. As the delicious bubbles slid down my throat and the water in the pool bubbled around me, a random thought scurried across my brain.
What if Henry was embarrassed to show me his cock?
I’d never thought about that. Maybe he thought he was too old for me, or too small, or something just as silly. I needed to do something about that.
I put my glass down, and then before he could object, I glided toward him. With my hands on his shoulders, I curled my right leg over his hips to straddle him. The bulge in his groin nestled nicely beneath my pussy, and grinding back and forth, I made sure he knew that I knew he was erect.
“What are you doing, madam?” He grinned at me.
“Pleasuring myself.”
He chuckled, and I smiled at the wonderful melody. I continued rocking, moving my hips back and forth, using his hardness to please my throbbing clit. He locked his eyes on mine, and my insides sizzled at both the intensity of his gaze and the wonderful sensations flowing through me.
Henry gulped his drink and put the glass aside. Then he reached down, and as I continued to rub back and forth, he pressed his thumb against my clit and rolled the hypersensitive bud. I gasped, clutched his shoulders, and tilted my head back, continuing my momentum. His finger drove over my clit and glided into my throbbing hole, and I raised up on my knees, giving him room.
Henry placed his hands on my hips, glided me off him, and pushed me across to the opposite side of the spa. He raised my hips above the water, and as I clutched the tiled edge, he lowered his face between my legs.
As the warm water caressed my back and the cool air teased my nipples, Henry licked his hot, probing tongue up and down my pussy. My eyes rolled, and I gasped aloud as he drove a finger into me. His tongue twirled around my clit in perfect timing with his finger that thrust into me. A second finger joined his first, and as he drove them in and out in a slow, twisting motion, I hooked my knees up over his shoulders, begging him to keep going.
Every nerve in my body tingled, and as I clutched the tiles, I curled my back upward and squeezed my knees, trapping his head between my thighs.
Suddenly, he added a third finger, but this one wasn’t aimed at my pussy—it was at my anus.
“Hey.” I pulled my legs off his shoulders and dragged my bottom into the water.
He reached up to caress my cheek. “You trust me, don’t you?”
“You know I do, but I don’t do anal.”
“Have you ever done it before?”
“No, of course not.”
“Then let me show you how it should be done.” His pupils were huge as he pleaded with me.
“Henry, I don’t know . . .”
“I promise it won’t hurt, and if you say stop at any time, I will.”
I shook my head. Anal had never appealed to me. Just the very thought of someone penetrating that part of me was horrifying. But this was Henry, my fabulous tutor, who taught me more things about my body than any man ever had.
“Jane. Trust me.”
“I do, it’s just . . . I don’t know.”
He threaded his hands up and down my inner thighs. “Exactly, you don’t know. Let me show you.”
“Okay.” I could hardly believe it was my own voice that had spoken. “But you have to let me touch you, too.”
“Okay.” He smiled a warm, knowing smile.
I blinked at him, and worried I wasn’t being specific enough, I decided to elaborate. “So, if I agree to this, you’ll let me”—oh God, how did I say this—“play with your cock until you ejaculate.”
His hands curled up my thighs, parting my legs. “Okay, I agree. Now relax, and know that if you tell me to stop, I will.”
“Okay.”
“Relax, Jane. I’m going to show you something truly special.”
His words and hands were like an intoxicating spell, talking to my body rather than my mind, and my hips began to move with a will of their own.
He raised my hips, and as I clutched the sides of the spa, he lowered his head and glided his tongue up and down my folds again. His fingers returned to my pussy, working their incredible magic to bring my arousal right back to where it had been moments ago. His fingers twisted in and out, plunging deep inside me as his tongue, hot and hard, played with my clit.
Just when I thought he’d abandoned his plan, his hand glided over my bottom, and his finger nudged my anus. I clenched in response, and he drew his finger away and returned to my pussy to continue drawing out my unbridled arousal. Moments later, his finger was there again, gently touching my uncharted hole. As he continued to lick and finger my pussy, his other finger glided around my anus, gently rolling over and over until it no longer felt weird.
In fact, it felt okay. I relaxed my bottom and tried not to think about what he was doing. It wasn’t hard—with every lick of Henry’s tongue, I was taken to another world. And then, gently, gently, Henry pushed his finger into my anus. I gasped at the intrusion, and he halted his probing but continued everything else.
A couple of heartbeats later, he pushed again, driving his finger farther into my anus, all the while continuing the tongue lashing and the twisting thrusts into my pussy. It was exquisite and weird. It was thrilling and shocking. It blew my mind.
It pleased my body.
I clawed at the walls. I cried out and parted my legs, letting Henry know that whatever he was doing, he could go right on doing it. And he did. Licking, probing, and plunging both my holes.
I was in heaven. I cried out as every nerve in my body erupted into a mind-blowing orgasm that shot me right off the roof of the Hot Horizon Hotel and sent me to the stars.
Rolling waves of joy threaded through me over and over and over, and when I could come no more, I lowered my hips and opened my eyes. Henry’s fingers came out, leaving me with a weird throbbing sensation in my bottom.
His smile was magic, and before he had a chance to renege on our agreement, I went to him. With my hands on his shoulders, I pushed him to the far edge, glided my hands down his waist, and tugged his jocks from his body. I tossed them aside and went straight to my prize.
With one hand around his cock, I used my other hand to raise his bottom.
My suave tutor’s cock bobbed above the water like a ship’s mast. It was magnificent—perfect in length, perfect in width. The pink crown, swollen with excitement, glistened in the discreet lighting. I lowered my lips to that glorious specimen and sucked him into my mouth.
Henry moaned, deep and guttural, and I glided my lips down his shaft and sucked his cock into my throat. I cupped his balls, and with my other hand around the base of his shaft, I glided up and down in time to my sucking.
His balls sucked upward, and as I rolled my lips down, Henry jerked beneath me, drove his fingers through my hair, and cried out as his hot cum shot into the back of my throat.
I continued to glide my hand up and down his shaft as I swallowed his juices.
He softened in my mouth, and I pulled my lips up for the last time and ran my tongue around the tip of his crown, ensuring I’d lapped up every last drop. I licked my lips as I pulled back, genuinely enjoying the taste of him.
“Wow.” His voice was shaky.
“Wow.” I nodded in agreement. Once again, Henry had shown me something extraordinary about myself, and I’d be forever grateful.
