Authors: Lissa Matthews
Damn. She was the temptation of man.
Behind the bar, he grabbed her beer bottle, rinsed it in hot water then went to her and helped her up on the edge of the table. “Now we’re gonna find out just how much you want this.”
“What are you gonna do?”
His pressed his hand between her legs and squeezed, bringing a moan from inside her. Her eyes fluttered and her teeth gripped her bottom lip. Heat penetrated the lace and the tips of his fingers touched the edges of wetness. “You’re wet.”
“Is that bad?”
Is that bad? Dallon had to fight the urge to groan and laugh all at the same time.
“No, baby, it’s not bad. It’s a very, very good thing. Now lie back.” When she tried to scoot back, he stopped her. “No. Leave your ass on the edge just like it is. Good girl.”
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“Am I pretty enough?” she asked, staring up at the light above the table. The reflections of the stained glass colors lit her body up in a rainbow and her eyes took on a whole new hue.
That stopped him dead. “Pretty enough? For what?”
“You.”
He had to think how to answer that. He thought she was beautiful but didn’t know how to say it. He’d never told a woman she was pretty or beautiful before. That kind of thing really didn’t matter to him as much as a willing woman with a hot cunt mattered.
“Yes. More than.” And that was the truth.
She sighed and relaxed, let her legs fall open. “Okay.”
“Let’s find out just how wet you are, shall we?” Very. The woman was fucking soaked. The lips, outer and inner, glistened with her juices. “How many men? Any? Or are you a virgin?” His finger stroked her pussy from entrance to clit, light, barely there strokes. She wiggled and pushed and lifted into his touch.
“A few in college. Long time ago.”
“None since?” He dipped a finger inside her to the first knuckle. She shook her head and he gave her more of the same finger. Her hiss was his reward. “How many years?”
“Almost ten.”
Holy shit. Ten years since she’d had a man inside her? His cock was ready to explode at the knowledge. “Good. You’re tight but I won’t hurt you. Ready to be naughty?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Give me one hand.” He placed her middle finger on her clit. She tried to jerk it away but he held it against her. “Don’t lift it away.”
“Okay.”
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He reached up and pulled one bra cup down under her tit, exposing the globe to his gaze and the cool air of the room. He wasn’t sure which made the tip of it harder.
“Other hand now. Give me.”
He took her forefinger and her thumb and pressed them to her nipple. She didn’t try to jerk it away this time and he smiled down at her. “Pinch it. Tight, Carrie. Yes, good girl.”
She looked almost naughty enough, but not quite. And she was incredibly beautiful laid out on the pool table, one hand between her legs, the other pressing her nipple with her own fingers. He’d always loved a woman who would touch herself for him, because of him, and for however long he would be able to keep and play with this particular woman, he was going to teach her how to pleasure him by pleasuring herself.
“Do you like it? Touching yourself?”
“I… Yes, I do. It’s slippery and hot.”
“It is. Have you done it before?”
“Yes. But…but never in front of anyone. It was a sin in our house to do it at all.”
“I understand, baby. It’s not a sin here though.” Picking up the bottle, he pressed it to his lips, kissed the glass then lowered it. “It’s going inside you. Are you ready?”
“I-inside me? You can’t do that. It’s…it’s wrong.”
But her eyes and excited, whispery little voice said it was very right. “Wrong in this instance is relevant. I’m guessing that given your upbringing, being in my bar nearly naked is wrong, yet here you are. You asked me, told me you wanted me to teach you naughty, well, this is just the beginning. Say the word, Carrie, and I’ll stop, you can dress and walk out the door.”
He waited, the bottle poised at her entrance, eyes watching her face. Her fingers never lifted, not even a fraction of an inch. Her eyelids lowered and again those teeth worried that bottom lip, but finally she looked at him. “Do it.”
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And he did. Inch by inch, the glass, makeshift dildo penetrated her pussy. Her hips lifted in a natural reaction and she took it deeper until the body of the bottle began to stretch her. “Oohhh.”
Pulling it out just as slowly, he pushed it in again, this time a little faster. The next time a little harder. Over and over again until she was humping the neck just as she would hump a cock, his cock. “Play with your clit. Rub it, stroke it. Yeah, like that. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“It does. I can’t… I want more.”
“I know. You can have more. You can have everything you want, just give me your come. Keep doing what you’re doing and come for me.”
The bottle fucking her was hotter than he’d imagined it would be and her sex opened up to it like a blossoming flower. Her walls gripped it, sucked it in and fought hard to keep it there when he pulled it out.
He slammed it in hard and her hips lifted to it, enough so he had to take each of her legs and fold them around his waist.
His dick screamed and his heart thundered in his chest, but right then, the sight of her was enough to steal his last breath. The way she fucked the beer bottle like a natural, a pro, a woman who hadn’t been deprived of pleasure and sexual expression all her life. She moved with him, with his thrusts.
“You are beautiful,” he murmured, lowering his head to kiss the softness of her belly. The panties, the lace, the satin, the black of her stockings and her tiny heels digging into his back through his shirt…all of it was sexy as shit.
“Take it, Carrie. Take it and give me what I want.”
He ground the bottle against her, used one of his own fingers to play with her clit right alongside hers. Mewling followed by whimpers followed by tiny squeaks were the signals and sounds until her body stiffened and her stomach muscles quivered against his lips.
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The small cries kept coming, lowering in volume and frequency. She finally stilled and her entire being sighed when he pulled the bottle neck free. “Open.” Her drowsy eyes slowly focused on him with questions floating through the dark hazel depths. He rubbed the soaked bottle against her lips. “Open,” he said again. His meaning dawned and she complied, obeyed his request and he slid it against her tongue.
He watched her lick at her juices, probably the first time she’d ever tasted herself, and smiled down at her. Those eyes were locked on his again, a connection he hadn’t been prepared for forming between them, strengthening something he didn’t even know was there.
The glass was clean when he pulled it from her mouth and he leaned down, sliding his tongue inside, deciding it was his turn to have to taste, even secondhand. Heady, honeyed, new. “Proud of you,” he whispered against her lips.
“Am I naughty now?”
The scent of her come when she exhaled a breath was intoxicating. “Do you like how you taste?”
“Yes. Am I naughty now?”
Her question was so sincere, so serious that Dallon had to laugh. Yeah, she was the temptation man had been warned against. “You’re off to a good start.”
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She slept like a rock. Dallon had helped her upstairs and out of her bra and panties before she fell asleep, but only just. The second her head hit the pillow, she’d been out like a light. Her orgasm had been a strong one, at least for her. Someone seasoned to them, used to them likely wouldn’t have conked out as she did right after, but for someone like her, who hadn’t had orgasms before, well, it was to be expected. She’d be a little sore too, which was a good thing. It would give him time to figure out how to tell her they wouldn’t be fucking, ever, and that she would have to learn the rest of how to be naughty from another man. It pissed him the hell off, but he didn’t have a choice.
He liked her. He liked her way too fucking much and could begin to have feelings for her, and that was out of the question. No way, no how. He didn’t want that kind of entanglement.
And he was full of shit. All the way up to his neck full of shit. H—
“You have tattoos.”
He didn’t know she was awake and turned his head on the pillow. “Morning, sunshine.” Why was he smiling? He needed to scowl so she’d know he was serious about her leaving. “Yes, I have tattoos.”
“I’ve never known anyone with them.”
“I’m sure you haven’t.”
“I like them.”
“A lot of women do.” He probably shouldn’t have said it quite that way. He didn’t know how to deal with morning-after niceties. His dick hurt, his balls were pissed off at him, and the best thing would be if he got her up and dressed and out the door.
She looked adorable and rumpled though. Her skin had that just-awakened flush, her eyes were still drowsy and heavy lidded. She was so warm and soft, and he wanted 23
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to melt into her at the same time he wanted to kick her out of his bed because she was a threat to everything he knew prior to meeting her. His one-night stands and easy lays were gonna come to a screeching halt if he didn’t get rid of her soon.
“You hungry?” Yeah, that’s it, feed her and tell her she’s gotta go.
She purred and snuggled close. “Not yet.”
Without thought, Dallon reached over and brushed her hair back from her face.
Showing tenderness wasn’t going to help him either. He needed to be cold, distant.
Most women got the hint at that point, but in the last years, none had ever gotten there.
They were gone before the sun even thought about coming up. This one though…this one slept in his bed, pressed up against his side and he wouldn’t have booted her if his life depended on it. “Sore?”
He wished he hadn’t asked because she moved, stretched, tested her muscles out.
The sheet slipped and he found himself face to tit with one of her nipples.
“A little but I think a hot shower would help with that.”
“Bathroom is through that door there.” He pointed across the room, but his eyes remained on her breast. Damn. He couldn’t seem to look away, and when she moved closer to him, brought the pretty little bud up to his mouth, he latched on, sucking it between his lips. She arched and he helped her by pressing a hand to the middle of her back.
He rolled her nipple in his mouth, tasting and testing every inch, every ridge, every moan from her chest. He nibbled with the edges of his teeth, teased with the tip of his tongue until she was writhing. When he lifted his head, her eyes had glazed over and he was helpless to keep from kissing her.
She met him tongue thrust for tongue thrust and did her best to crawl inside his skin. She didn’t realize until he pulled back that he’d positioned her body so he could torment her other nipple, just as he had the first one.
“You like it,” he breathed against her, watching as the goose bumps floated over her flesh.
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“Yes.” Her voice was throaty, kind of breathy, and he’d bet the bar she was soaked again.
“You want to learn more about being naughty?”
“Uh-huh.” Her tongue licked at her lips and her eyes watched him like a hawk while he made his way down her body. Her belly was quivering again and her legs parted wide, her hips humping impatiently.
She was horny. His little innocent was so damn horny she could hardly contain herself. “Keep them spread. Let me taste this hot little pussy.”
He dove in head first, burying his face inside her wet lips. She was sticky, hot. Her scent was strong, heady, real. And he loved real. He didn’t go for the perfumed girls, the ones who tried to make every inch smell like flowers. He wanted real, unpracticed.
He wanted to know that he could have the woman he wanted whenever and however he wanted her without having to wait for her to pretty herself up from head to toe.
He opened her with his thumbs and blew cool breath against her heated sex. He tongue-fucked her until all he could taste, all he could smell was pussy. The first time he’d gone down on a woman, felt the unimaginable thrill of a girl coming while he obscenely kissed her cunt, he knew he was going to hell. And he didn’t care.
Her thighs jumped each time he grazed her clit and she let go a little high-pitched whimper. She was close to letting go, but he backed off and licked her softly, calming her already-overheated body.
The slick flesh shivered under his touch, under his coaxing. He wanted her to come, to cry out, to push her pussy into his face so hard he’d forget how to breathe without it.
He would definitely be shaving her too. He wanted to see what she’d feel like, what she’d think of the heightened sensations of being completely bare to the touch.
He raised his gaze to her face to find her, as always, watching him. Her hands were fisted beside her on the bed, her nipples were hard little points, and her mouth… God, if he wasn’t so completely occupied with her pussy he’d have his cock between those lips and inside that sultry mouth.
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He could sixty-nine her, but he wasn’t a big fan. He wasn’t a big fan of multi-tasking. He wanted to be able to concentrate on giving or receiving, not having to try to enjoy both at the same time.
“Naughty, will come on my tongue,” he said, his breath fanning over her clit.
Her eyes widened and she smiled the most-wicked smile an innocent shouldn’t know how to smile. She lifted one leg over his shoulder, lifted her hips and grabbed the back of his head and ground herself into his nose, chin and mouth.
Holy hell.
She rode him, controlled him and her own pleasure. She smothered him and he’d never wanted another woman more in his life. He wasn’t even sure he was going to survive this one, but damn…
He drank her wetness, he feasted on her clit, he made her writhe until she came undone and screamed. Her cunt pulsed against his tongue and then he shrugged off her hold on his head and dropped lower, rimming the tight, puckered hole of her ass, she stiffened and then unfurled around him.