Trained for Seduction (7 page)

“Yeah. Good, huh?” He gave a buck of his hips, thrusting upward, showing her what to do. “I’m tired, now. You need to do some of the work.”

“You need to run with special ops equipment on. That will get you into shape.” She laughed in his ear, and experimentally lifted her pelvis, allowing his cock to slide out of her pussy. Then she slid down, engulfing him fully. “Oh, that’s nice.”

Anything she did was nice. More than nice. He slapped her on the ass. “Get to work.”

A look of surprise crossed her face. “Do that again.”

A dark rush of lust ran through his loins. Did he dare hope? He slapped the other cheek, and she gasped, her pussy clenching around his cock, so sweet, amazingly tight.

“Is it wrong for me to like that?” Concern lined her face, and she stilled, brushing her blonde hair from her cheek.

His cock wanted to scream how right it was. She was made for him. This was proof. Instead, he said, “Nothing that we do together is ever wrong. If you like it, then you should do it.”

“But do you like—”

“Nothing turns me on more than spanking a woman.” Or whips, or chains, or clamps… He spanked her again, once, twice, and rocked his hips, his cock riding deep.

“Yes,” she said on a moan and slammed down on him harder, her eyes closed. He reached up and cupped her breasts with both hands, rolling his thumbs over her nipples, then pinching both as he thrust upward as hard as he could.

He watched for her reaction—she bit her lip and fought another moan. His girl liked a little pain as much as she liked to be told to come. Her pussy clenched around his cock, spasming, holding him deep a moment. Then she churned her hips again, her breath coming faster, her pubic bone grinding against his. Could he get any luckier? Would she take direction?

“Play with your nipples, love,” he commanded softly.

She hesitated.

“I like a woman who touches herself. You want to please me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered, unsure. Her trembling hand found her breast, mimicking the way he had rolled and pulled. His breath caught at the sight—so beautiful—but also with hope. Maybe she would submit to him eventually.

But no, this wasn’t about his needs. This was work, damn it. They wanted her feisty and sexy, right out of the gate. He sighed, unable to deny what her small hand on her nipple did to him. He wanted more, selfishly for himself.

He cupped his hand over hers on her breast, helping her squeeze, fondle. “So sexy when you do as I ask. Do you like pleasing me?”

“God, yes.” She met his gaze then, hesitant, still unsure.

“You’re doing a good job. You’re beautiful when you touch yourself. I don’t think I’ve ever been harder.” It wasn’t a lie. His cock throbbed inside her pussy, the blood pumping though his veins at a million miles a second. But he was greedy, and he wanted more from her. “Play with your clit, too. It excites me to see you pleasuring yourself while I fuck you.”

He saw the war in her eyes between embarrassment and her need to please. The submissive side of her won as her eyes fluttered shut in surrender. Her other hand found her clit, rubbing, pinching then stroking, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she rode him with more insistence.

Thank fuck he had come once already, or the sight would have blown him sky-high. If she recited facts from the periodic table at the same time, he’d shoot the moon.

“That’s it, love. Fuck me harder. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“I’m so close to coming,” she breathed, her eyes closed. “But it won’t happen. Why can’t I come for you?”

Chase smiled smugly. Oh yes, so submissive already. “Your body is waiting for me to tell you to come.”

“Oh.” She bit her lip, her forehead wrinkled in concentration, eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Can I? Please?”

“Wait,” he commanded, knowing just what she needed. His hand glided between them, gathering some of her juices to lubricate her puckered hole. His thumb slipped inside to the knuckle, then all the way, stretching her, pumping in time to her thrusts. “Tell me how that feels.”

“Oh, Chase,” she said on a groan. “Is it right for it to feel that good?”

“Very right,” he said, his ego inflated to unnatural proportions. “I like it when you say my name. Say my name as you come, love.”

“I can come?” she asked with such hope he had to bite back a laugh.

“Come for me, love.”

“Chase,” Kate cried out as she came, her eyes closed, hips churning wildly, magnificent above him. He grabbed her hips and urged her on through her climax, keeping the blistering pace his cock needed. But maybe he needed her to speak to him, to say his version of dirty talk.

“Say something smart for me,” he coaxed.

She frowned and opened her eyes, now glazed over with sated lust. “Hexamethylene triperoxide diamine,” she whispered.

Jesus, that was sexier than if she had sucked him dry. He groaned and thrust again, releasing his cum inside the condom, counting his blessings for finding someone so responsive, so damned beautiful it made his heart ache along with his cock.

Then she collapsed on his chest, and he slid his arms up to hold her tight.

“That was my eleven,” she said against his chest.

He laughed and kissed her cheek, feeling so relaxed. So lucky. “It gets better.”

“I think better may kill me.”

“What did you whisper to me?”

She frowned. “Hexamethylene triperoxide diamine? It’s an explosive compound. While relatively stable, it’s sensitive to shock and friction. You probably know it as HMTD.”

“Friction?” He laughed and bucked his hips suggestively, his semi-hard cock sliding into her pussy. “I suppose there was a lot of friction.”

“You detonated me,” she whispered and kissed his neck.

He laughed again, loving her sense of humor. Loving her. “In a moment, I’ll clean you up, and then we’ll sleep.”

She lifted her head to look at him. “You said the government needs me to seduce people. Men, I hope. Will you teach me to seduce you?”

He didn’t want to think about her seducing anyone but him. Not after loving her twice. This was going to be a problem.

But he ignored it and said, “Darlin’, you’re already well on your way to learning the art of seduction, but sure. What the hell.”

She kissed his nipple, her tongue touching the tip. “You sound like Jake when you call me darlin’.”

A twinge of jealousy ran through him. “Do you want me to call you something different?”

“If you want.” She tongued his other nipple. “I doubt Jake tastes this good.”

That made the jealousy flee, so he kissed her temple and held her closer with a sigh. “Keep thinking that, and you’ll ace Seduction 101 in a heartbeat.”

The next morning Kate woke with a start, startled at being in an unfamiliar bed. But then she remembered the evening before, and a blush stole to her cheeks, hot and probably very red. She was no longer a virgin.

Hell, Chase probably thought her a very wicked non-virgin, seeing she’d allowed him to do things that weren’t listed in the normal sex manual. But she’d liked it. Liked the way he’d talked to her during lovemaking, urging her on, showing her how to please him, making her feel beautiful and wanted. Maybe she liked this too much, because now her slightly sore pussy was responding with a tremor of need at just the thought.

She rolled, clenching her thighs, wondering where Chase could be. She blushed again at the soreness between her legs. It had seemed so normal, natural, and alluring the night before, and so right when she’d fallen asleep in his arms. Now she wanted a shower but was a little embarrassed to see him again after her wanton display. Maybe once she cleaned up, her pussy would stop throbbing again. And she wouldn’t feel quite so naughty.

She found towels he’d left for her on the side of the tub and slipped inside the shower. Her fingers strolled to her pussy and fingered there, feeling the damage. She was a little sore, but not too bad, probably from being stretched.

She washed the dampness away only to find it replaced with more. Her clit throbbed a little and she was surprised to find herself ready again, wanting more of what he had to offer last night. Should she wait for him, or should she play in the shower herself, to take the edge off, in case he didn’t want to have sex again?

“You’re awake.”

She jumped and peeked out. Chase was in the doorway, his hair damp, freshly shaven. He was in shorts and a T-shirt, his lean body perfect. Need flooded her again as she thought of what he’d done to her last night, how his tongue had caressed her clit, that perfect face buried between her thighs. She yanked the shower curtain shut, hoping he didn’t notice the hitch in her breathing.

“What have you been up to?” Kate asked as she grabbed his shampoo and lathered her hair. “What does the Lord of the Spies do on a Saturday morning?”

“Lord of the Spies? Jake will love that,” he said with a laugh. “I ran my prerequisite five miles, peeked in on you, had a shower, then coffee, and I couldn’t wait any longer, so here I am, to wish you happy birthday.”

“Happy birthday yourself,” she said, peeking back out at him, feeling quite shy. “It’s eight. What time did you get up?”

“Oh-six-hundred. I don’t sleep much. But I feel great this morning. Very relaxed.”

“You should.” She finished with her hair and peeked out at him again.

He was leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, incredibly sexy, not the least bit scary. Or boss-like. He was just a very handsome man chatting with her as she showered. One who had used those firm lips to do very naughty things…those long fingers…and she’d grabbed his hair as he…

She slammed her eyes shut but the visions of his lovemaking continued until she couldn’t stand the throbbing in her pussy any longer. Fuck it. He’d think her a whore, but so what. It was a weekend, and he’d been ordered to screw her. She was getting the whole birthday experience.

“Want to join me?” Then she bit her lip, unsure if she was too forward.

“Hell, yes.” He shucked his clothes and was naked in a second, his cock bouncing to attention.

He joined her, sliding under the water, his hands pulling her hips to his.

“Thank God, you’re horny, too,” she said against his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts to his chest, loving the way his wet skin slid against hers, his chest hair offering the perfect amount of friction against her tender nipples.

“Men are always horny. It’s easy to seduce us.” He kissed her, his hand sliding downward, stroking her breast, her stomach, and then dipping between her pussy lips. “You’re soaked, and not from the shower.”

“I was thinking naughty thoughts about you.”

“Not Jake?” He thrust a finger inside, then two, catching her G-spot with the pads of his fingers. She arched against his hand.

“Never Jake.” She ran her hand down his firm chest, pausing over a small scar. The rippling abs were dinged with a few more old scars, and she kissed each one. Finally, she eased her fingers around his cock. Yep, just as big as he had felt in his jeans the night before, but thankfully, her pussy seemed to be thrilled with every inch of him. The skin was silky soft, the head thick, the slit oozing hot dampness against her palm. “You’re wet, for me.”

“Yep.” He nuzzled her ear.

She cupped his balls, loving the feel of his sac in her hand. Then she ran her fingers back up and gripped him firmly at the base. “What do you like?”

His hand covered hers, and he showed her just how to stroke him. The feel of him in her hand, the head nudging her belly as she pumped her palm up and down his silky flesh was sinful. Powerful. She could make him arch if she squeezed him just right, and he groaned when she let go of his cock.

“Don’t stop.”

“I want to taste you,” she whispered.

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”

“No?” He looked afraid, and she decided to test the waters. “We’ll see.”

She looked back, sat on the little bench at the end of the shower, and reached for his hips. She tugged, and he stepped forward. She ran a hand along his inner thigh, remembering how she enjoyed it when he had done the same to her. She traced a scar at his knee—probably surgery—and another long one along his thigh. “What happened here?”

“I fell off a fucking roof in Afghanistan. That’s my honorable discharge—a plate and screws in my femur when I broke it. I needed knee surgery anyway, so they sent me home.”

“Does it hurt still?”

“Not as much as my cock hurts right now,” he said, his breathing ragged. He shifted and water sprayed her in the face.

“Ack,” she shrieked, and covered her face. He stepped back and blocked the warm flow. “Just don’t drown me under the spray.”

“I’ll try not to.”

She uncovered her face and put her hands back on his hips. Chase placed his hands against the wall and leaned in, his biceps flexing, his abs tight, almost too tight. She ran a hand over his stomach, and he flinched. “You okay?”

“You’re killing me, but it’s a sweet death,” he said through his teeth.

“But I haven’t even…” She looked at his straining cock and then back up at him. She wanted to reciprocate the pleasure he’d given her orally, but maybe men didn’t handle that well. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”

“Don’t do this to me, not after you offered. If I’m going to die a sweet death, let me experience what your mouth has to offer first.”

“But—”

“Suck me, love.”

She shuddered, loving it when he used that voice, the same one that had allowed her to come the night before. She would kill to hear that voice.

Kate leaned forward and ran her tongue over the tip of his cock, sliding into the small slit. He didn’t taste like very much, just clean, a hint of soap. She took just the head into her mouth, running her tongue around the ridge.

He tensed, as if it were possible to go more rigid than steel. Concerned, she let his cock pop free. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Jesus, Kate, please, use your mouth for something other than finding out if I’m okay.” She’d never heard him sound so raw, so ragged before.

“If I don’t have enough experience—”

“Love, if you only knew how close I was to coming, just from that one taste, you’d run from the shower. Believe it or not, your lack of experience makes this even better.”