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“Yeah, but just to put your mind at ease, there’s only one place I’m thinking about dragging you.” Before she can ask me where I lean into her, claiming her mouth with mine. I kiss her softly at first, but when she runs her hands up my chest over my nipples and into my hair, I nearly lose it. I probe my tongue desperately into her mouth, the vibrations from the groan in the back of her throat taunting me to go further.

She kisses me back like she wants me to be her next meal. And believe me, I’m happy to be. I let April take over, her mouth sweeter than any other I’ve tasted, a heady combination of red wine, chocolate, strawberries, and sweetest of all … her.

Gliding my hand under her dress, up the inside of her leg, my fingers graze her lace panties. She lets out a shuddery breath as I swirl my fingers over the smooth skin of her inner thigh. I just want in. I want so bad to feel her heat, to make her scream. I’ll do it. Over and over.

She groans, and I’m pretty sure, I’ve just set a new world record for the speed it took my blood to rush to my dick.

“Before you start dragging me around, I’ve got a better idea,” she says, putting her hand over mine, but sliding it down towards her knee.

Hold up. She’s putting on the brakes?

“I beg to differ. My idea’s pretty fuckin’ good. Trust me. You’ll enjoy it.”

“Come on, let’s go to my room. Time for some fun. Might not be what you’re expecting, but then again, I’m sure you can guess I’m full of surprises.”

CHAPTER FOUR

* SPENCER *

April gets up off the lounge and takes my hand, pulling me towards her bedroom. I adjust my boxers along the way. She says the word “fun”, and my dick is convinced it’s time for action.

April turns on the light, but dims it down.

“Lay back on the bed,” she says, standing with her hands on her hips. I slip off my shoes and practically jump on it and lie back. I shut my eyes for a moment and contemplate what’s ahead of me.
A blow job
. I knew it. Halle-fucking-lujah.

“Okay. So here’s what’s gonna happen,” she says, bossy as ever. I lazily open my eyes, and prepare to hear April’s grand plan.

“Your clothes stay on.” She takes her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Wait a sec … what?” Clothes stay on? How is she gonna do it with my fucking pants on?

“You heard me. The only fucking you’re going to be doing is with your eyes.”

I’m so confused.
What?

“Don’t look at me like you’re a two-year-old and I’ve just taken a lollipop off you.”

Was I pouting?

“What am I going to be eye-fucking then?” I huff in frustration.

She presses her lips together, and then pulls the hem of her dress up and over her head. She throws the dress to the floor, and moves closer to the bed.

My eyes zero in on the white lace and I wish then, to whatever god is listening, to give me X-ray vision. I wanna see it all. I need to.

“Let’s try this for a start,” she says, flashing me a devilish grin. “Fuck away.”

I can’t believe I’m doing this, but more to the point, I can’t believe she’s making me. It’s funny as hell. But my dick disagrees. He thinks it’s just mean.

I resign myself to it, and attempt to commit to memory every inch of her toned body, her flat stomach, and an inny belly button that dreams are made of. At least, my dreams will be now.

“You know you need to be on the other end of the camera, girl.” She is serious Victoria’s Secret material. “Am I allowed to touch?”

She shakes her head, and stalks like a tigress on her hands and knees on the bed beside me. She casually lays down on her side, propping her head up with one elbow, running her fingertips on her other hand softly over her hip. The curve of a small intricate tattoo peeps at the edge of her panties, just inside her hipbone. And just like the
free
on her wrist, there’s another tease of fine cursive writing, just beneath the cup of her bra on her left side:
no fear
. These tattoos hint at her story. Maybe the one in her panties will unveil the secrets of the universe. If not, I’d bet it all that it’ll be one step closer to heaven. If they let guys like me in.

I move onto my side to face her but playing the game, I don’t touch. It won’t be long anyway; she’ll want it bad. I don’t know how she’s not all over me. I’ve never felt so much sexual energy with someone, and in this tiny room, it’s starting to make me light-headed. I might just faint like a girl.

I outstretch my hand, and run my finger along her jaw. When I reach her chin, I take it gently between my thumb and index finger. “I promise you, I’ll make you feel good. Just let me.”

“You can kiss me on the mouth. It’s the only part of me you’re allowed to touch.”

Then I’m gonna kiss her like a starved man. Well, really, I am. I haven’t gone this long without action in forever. I couldn’t bring myself to sleep with anyone else when I only had her in my head. When I set my sights on someone, no one else will do.

I press my hungry lips to hers and take my time, playfully nipping at her bottom lip, but I can’t hold back for long. I’m greedy. I want more. When I dip my tongue into her hot mouth, she whimpers before gliding her strong tongue against mine. I close my eyes, savouring every stroke, every flick. Who knew just kissing someone could be so fucking hot?

April relaxes and sinks back into the bed, but I can’t take my lips off her. If it’s the only part of her sweet body I can touch, I’m not giving it up. She takes my head in her hands and kisses my cheek, then pulls me close so her lips brush my earlobe. It sends a weird chill right through to my bones.

“Tell me what you want to do to me, Spencer,” she whispers. “What would you do with those hands of yours?”

Well, hello! April wants me to talk dirty.

“Fuck,” I breathe. I lean onto my side, and run my fingers along her jaw and down to her collarbone.

She grabs my hand and moves it away. “You have to tell me … I’ll do it for you.”

“Damn, April.”

“Go with it, Spencer. Fight for the chance to have me.”

She moves her fingers lightly over her collarbone, and teases at her bra strap.

“Tell me what to do,” she says, her tongue running over her bottom lip.

“I’d take that bra off, so I can finally get my hands on your gorgeous tits.”

“Did I forget to say I’m not taking my bra and panties off?”

“Ah,
yes
you failed to mention that,” I say sarcastically, closing my eyes in an attempt to calm my thumping heart. “
That
I would have remembered. Why won’t you let me take ‘em off?”

“Patience, pretty boy. Patience.” She runs her hands over her bra. I can almost make out her pebbled nipples through the lace as she pushes her tits into her hands, arching her back on the bed. “Would you be gentle or rough?”

I open my mouth to speak, but I can’t put together a single word. I know I wouldn’t be thinking about it so damn much, because I’d fucking be doing it.

“Hurry up and tell me, Spencer. I
need
you to tell me,” she begs.

“Rough,” I choke out. “I’d squeeze those tits and then tease those nipples until they’re hard, and you’re begging for my mouth on them.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that.” She squeezes her tits together and groans, and then tweaks her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers so they stand out even more beneath the fabric.

“How’s it feel?” I ask, getting more comfortable with the whole dirty-talking. Not that I’ve had problems before; this is just … different. I’m not in charge.

“Mmm. I like it rough … it’s got me wet.”

Gulp, fucking gulp. Wet.
My new favourite word in the English language. Well, I guess it’s always been a favourite.
My head and my dick might just explode simultaneously. I lean in and suck on her soft bottom lip before teasing her mouth with my tongue.

“What next?” she says against my lips.

I clear my throat. “I’d trace my hands down the smooth skin of your stomach, and run my fingers over the lace … to start.”

Her hands move slowly over her dark golden skin down to her panties. She subtly lifts her hips and rests one hand on her side, slipping the other hand between her legs.

“I’d touch you soft at first, letting the lace rub you … just enough to get you hot and swollen,” I say before she gets the chance to prompt me.

“Like this?” she questions, stroking up and down her panties with her long fingers, her typical short nails painted black.
What a picture
. As if I’ll forget it.

“Yeah, just like that, but I’d spread those amazing legs wider so I can really feel your heat.”

She looks up at me through sleepy eyes, and I kiss her softly. When she exhales deeply through her nose, I know I have to look at what she’s doing, because she’s getting all worked up.
From her own hand
. Am I dreaming? Or am I stuck halfway between heaven and hell?

“Should I keep going?” she breathes.

“That depends. Are you ready to feel it inside yet?”

She nods. Her lips parts with a moan and I dive in, flicking my tongue against hers. Her whole body squirms back into the bed.

“Spencer …” she says, her hushed tone desperate.

“I’d move my hand back over your flat stomach, and then tease my fingers under the lace until I get to where I really wanna be.”

“Where?”

“Your sweet spot, baby.” And I wanna be there, wanna touch it, work it. So, so bad.

She moves her hand down further, and her body jerks as she obviously makes contact.

“Would you do it fast … slow …?” she asks, her breath shaky.

“Slow little circles, until you’re squirming …”

“You mean like this?” she whispers, arching her back. I watch her fingers move beneath the lace.
Christ.

I wanna touch her like I need my next breath, but I have to let her do this. Maybe then I’ll get the green light.

“Yeah, but faster now, push it. Take it to the edge, April.” I swallow the lump in my throat as my dick gets painfully hard against my jeans. It’s never been so damn hard. I might bust the fucking zip.

She does as I say, her adorable little moans and groans becoming deeper and sexier than anything.

“When I come, do you want me to say your name, Spencer? ‘Cause I’m thinking I wanna say your name.”

Holy hell. This woman is beyond sexy.

“If you say my name right now I’m gonna come in my pants. So
don’t
say it. Don’t say it until I’m moving deep inside you. Promise me you’ll save it until then.”

“I won’t say it then, but I’m thinking about it.”

“Shhh,” I silence her with my mouth, and close my eyes, wishing that I were balls-deep buried inside her. If I think about it hard enough, my silent prayers may be answered. I pull my lips away and rest my forehead against hers. “Two fingers; slide ‘em in, baby. Deep. In and out.”

I feel her move beside me, but I can’t look at her working herself any longer … as much as it kills me. If I do, I’ll completely lose my shit and end up fucking her. I know she wants it as much as I do, surely, but I don’t wanna push my luck. Not when I know it’ll be just around the corner.

“Ah,” she cries, and sucks in a shuddery breath before she does it again, but louder.
Christ almighty.

“Tell me when you’re nearly there,” I whisper, nipping at her earlobe and running my tongue over where my teeth had been.

“Ah … oh God … I’m there,” she says, almost breathless.

I hover over her, my nose almost touching hers. “Stop.”

Her body stills except for the rise and fall of her chest, and I draw my gaze once again to those C-cup beauties. “What?” she says, her eyes widening.

“Look at me, April,” I order.

She blinks rapidly, and swallows. She takes in a deep breath. “Now what?” she asks, her voice dangerously husky.

“Finish it off, like I know you already have, thinking about me.”

She chews down on her bottom lip, stifling her smile. Fuck me. She really has. This wildcat has gotten off thinking about me. My dick is gonna drop off and my balls might just crumble to dust.

She squirms her hips and her sweet mouth parts, cries of pleasure growing louder with each passing second. Focusing on me, her glazed eyes threaten to pull me into her world. She wants to tell me her secrets, and I want to know every single one of them in annoyingly minor detail.

I lick my lower lip and move my mouth close to hers, her breath tickling at my lips. “Come, baby,” I whisper hoarsely. I claim her mouth again, my tongue caressing hers with a desperation I’ve never experienced.

Her body jerks, and I swallow her scream with my mouth, breathing heavily through my nose. She removes her hand from her panties and rolls onto her side, slipping her hands either side of my hips. I pull her towards me and kiss her softly, needing her close as her body shudders.

April hauls me in closer, her nails digging in as she squeezing tight. Her hold begins to relax until she’s rendered a shattered mess, barely holding on to me. Slowly she regains her breath, those little noises taunting me, reminding me that I didn’t get to come.

I feel faint.

“April, never in my life, have I exercised this much self-control.
Ever
.”

“Oh, Spencer,” she whispers, running her hand through my hair. “Think of it as a gift.” What the hell does that mean?

“A gift?”

April rolls onto her back, unleashing a smile that causes a sharp pang in my chest. What the hell?

“I’m helping you grow as a person. You never know what you’re capable of until you’re put to the test.”

“That was one helluva test,” I say and draw in a long deep breath.

“You know, I’m kinda surprised you’ve kept it together,” she says, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re not helping.” I scowl, but the growing smile on her face tells me my death look isn’t that convincing.

“I
so
wish I had my camera on me right now.” She chuckles sweetly.

“What for?”

“World’s most tortured man”—she pokes me in the chest—“right here. That pained expression: you can’t replicate that.”