His to Taste (15 page)

“Parts of me are a little tender,” I admitted. “But I feel just fine.” I indulged in another full body stretch, and turned my head towards his alarm clock. “It’s already 11? How long did you let me sleep for—you must be starving!” I bolted upright, completely forgetting that I was totally naked. I yelped when the cold evening air swept over my flesh and I burrowed back under the sheets.

Laughing, Mr. Cochran tucked me back tightly under the covers and said, “It’s alright, sweetheart. You’re off the clock, remember?” He leaned over and kissed me until I felt a little dizzy. “If you don’t mind having sandwiches, I’ll take care of dinner.”

He was already out of the room before I had a chance to protest. He moved with the easy, athletic grace of a man who was comfortable with his nudity. I stared down at myself, ruefully shaking my head. If I was going to embrace this opportunity, I couldn’t very well sit there like a scared little virgin, trembling under his gaze. I popped into his bathroom and cleaned myself with lightning speed. I raked my fingers through my hair to give it some semblance of order, and hurriedly climbed back into bed, letting the sheets fall to my waist.

I was just sitting up against the thick pillows when Mr. Cochran returned with two plates and a couple bottles of sparkling water. He stopped in his tracks for a second when he saw my bared breasts, but quickly recovered, handing me my plate. He put the bottles on the nightstand and settled in beside me.

“You look comfortable,” he grinned wolfishly. He handed me a napkin and began to tuck into his sandwich. He had piled mounds of turkey, avocado, and tomatoes on thickly sliced honey wheat bread.

“Thanks for dinner, Mr. Cochran,” I said. I took a big bite, moaning appreciatively. He had seasoned everything generously with salt and pepper which made the simple ingredients shine with each bite.

“‘Mr. Cochran’?” he frowned. “After this night, I would think that we’re on a first name basis by now.”

“Oh.” I gulped down some water and said, “I don’t think that would be appropriate, sir. Regardless of…of tonight, you’re still my boss.”

“Sweetheart, most employers prefer to be called by their first name.”

I stayed silent as we devoured our sandwiches. I sipped my water slowly to give myself time to think. “If we’re to continue these lessons,” I said quietly. “I need to be reminded of our respective positions, Mr. Cochran. It’s important to me that I keep these boundaries between us.” Nervous, I stared down at the napkin twisted between my fingers. “This is all so new to me and I need to do this on my own terms.”

Taking my plate and napkin, he set our dishes on the nightstand. I felt myself relax a little when he gently tilted my chin back up and gave me a slow, lingering kiss. “Why don’t we agree on a compromise?” He stroked my full lower lip with his thumb and said, “During your work hours, we’ll refrain from having any lessons and you can refer to me by whatever you prefer. On your off-time, we can be free to enjoy ourselves.” He sucked in his breath when I nipped and licked at his thumb.

“Alright, sir,” I murmured, running my hands up and down his hard chest. I loved the silky texture of his dark chest hair. His abs tightened visibly when I lightly grazed them with my fingernails and I licked my lips in anticipation. I was ready to agree to anything if it involved him touching me again.

“Jake,” he corrected. “Say it.” He slid his warm hands up my waist, making me arch as he fondled my breasts.

“Jake,” I said, twining my arms around his neck to draw him closer. He groaned when I rubbed my aching breasts against his chest. He dipped his head to lash at my taut nipples with his tongue, and I felt the liquid heat in my lower belly. His mouth left me and I whimpered in protest. I reached for him hungrily as he stretch out on his back.

Without any warning, he grabbed my hips and spread my thighs so that I was straddling his broad shoulders. I gripped the headboard for balance and gasped at the feel of his hair-roughened jaw gently scraping at the tender skin of my inner thighs. I was starting to become accustomed to the rough caress, but the electrifying sensation shocked me all the same.

“Sir?” I yelped when he reached back and firmly spanked my ass. It stung, but it forced me to jerk my hips against his searching tongue, my strangled cry of pleasure ringing in my ears.

“What are you supposed to call me, Lynn?” He gently blew on my soft folds, ignoring my desperate writhing attempts to make contact with his mouth.

“Jake!” I whimpered. “Jake!” I gasped when his hot tongue finally lapped at my pussy. I bent down to clutch at his head, but shot back up when he spanked my other ass cheek.

“No,” he said. “Place your hands back on the headboard until I say otherwise.”

“Yes, Jake.” I quickly complied with his order and was rewarded by his tongue thrusting deeper inside me. I squirmed against his face as he licked around my aching flesh, dripping with desire for him. He gently sucked on my little, making me shudder and cry out above him.

All I could do was cling to the headboard as he grabbed my hips and forced me to ride his thrusting tongue. I felt as if I was about to shatter in a million pieces. With my quivering thighs clenched around his beautiful face, I sobbed his name over and over like a litany.

“Hold still,” he ground out against my pussy. “Hold still and let me complete my search.” He sucked harshly on my aching little bud and I threw back my head, sobbing as I was struck by an overwhelming orgasm. My hips jerked spasmodically as I rode out the blissful waves, moaning as he continued to lick and draw out my sweet nectar.

With one last voluptuous shudder, I sat back on his chest and slumped forward, still gripping the headboard. I felt weak and boneless all over, yet utterly satisfied. He lifted me off of him and drew me back against him, his large frame curled around mine.

“That was amazing,” I sighed. As my harsh panting subsided and my breathing returned to normal, I was puzzled by something that I couldn’t quite shake. It was the oddest feeling of deja vu, which was impossible given my lack of bedroom experience.

“Jake?” I said. “What did you mean when you said, ‘let me complete my search’?”

He pulled my thick curls aside, nuzzling my neck. “Did you like that, sweetheart?” he murmured against my sensitive nape.

His hot breath made me shiver, sending tingles down my spine. I could feel his thick erection probing at the slickness between my thighs. “I don’t understand,” I moaned, grinding back against him.

“Isn’t that what the cop said to that college girl in your story?” he asked. “I saw your proposition on your laptop, little one. I was trying to incorporate your fantasies into our lessons.”

“Oh, my god!” I cried. “You saw those stories?!” I tried to jerk myself out of his arms, but he held me fast against him. I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Isn’t that what you wanted me to do?” He began to knead my breasts from behind, and I melted back into him, despite my mortification. “When you asked me to look at your desktop, I thought you were referring to your dinner menu proposal. I figured that ‘Tasty’ folder was about recipes. I’m glad I was wrong.”

He chuckled softly, and continued, “You told me that you’d let me know when you were ready to continue our lessons. I’ve got to hand it to you, sweetheart—this was a really fucking sexy way of telling me what you want.”

“It…it was?” I whispered hoarsely. I felt so vulnerable and exposed, knowing that he now had access to something that I had locked away privately for so many years.

“Yes,” he said, nibbling at my shoulder. “It looked to me that you liked it, too.” His warm hands traveled further down my hips and belly, groaning as my hips rocked back against him. “Your sweet little pussy gripped me so tightly when I said those lines from your stories.” His hard cock teased me from behind, the broad tip stroking my tender clit.

“I…I suppose I did like it,” I admitted hesitantly, biting back a ragged moan. After reading these stories so often throughout the years, they must have become ingrained in my psyche. My body had recognized that dialogue well before my brain had. I felt like Pavlov’s dog; if Pavlov’s dog had masturbated regularly to online erotica.

“I wanted to show you my gratitude, sweetheart,” he said. The blunt head of his cock delved a little deeper inside me, but he pulled back out, tracing my slippery crease, until I wanted to scream in frustration. “You’ve given me so much inspiration for my characters. As I’m writing my sex scenes, I’ve taken you in a million different ways in my mind.”

I gasped when he suddenly jerked me up so that I was on my hands and knees beneath his muscular frame. He brushed my tangled curls aside, kissing down my spine as he kneaded my hips. This new position made me feel wanton and vulnerable; I arched my back to receive more of his kisses, failing to give a damn that my ass was wriggling seductively to receive him.

“Are you ready for your next lesson?” he growled behind me. I gave a shuddering sigh as he enveloped me, his masculine strength overwhelming my senses. The silky roughness of his chest hair tickled my sensitive back, giving me goosebumps despite the heat radiating from his skin.

“Yes, please.”

I sucked in my breath in anticipation, my nerves prickling as I focused all of my attention on these new sensations. I wanted to lock this memory away to savor during the long, lonely nights in my future once my contract ended.

His large hands gripped my hips as he settled himself against me. I bit back a harsh cry when I felt him surge deep inside me with one swift, achingly sweet thrust. He had never felt so deep inside of me before and my tight pussy felt almost stretched beyond its limits. He began to take long, leisurely strokes, drawing out the sensations, and I craved the overwhelming fullness. The slick friction of his hard thrusting cock made my knees quiver, and I moaned into my arm, my hands clawing at the sheets.

I squirmed in protest when he suddenly paused and shifted his weight behind my submissive form. He must have adjusted the angle of his thrusts because I yelped when he rubbed a deliciously tender spot inside me, making me push my ass back against his pistoning hips.

“That’s it, love,” he groaned. “You feel so damned good. I could stay inside of your sweet little pussy forever.” His gruff, deep voice sent shivers down my spine and I whimpered in answer.

“More,” I sobbed, shamelessly needy. “Please, I need more.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I…I want you to pull my hair.”

His hand trailed slowly up my back, teasing me until I arched upward to urge him faster. With a low chuckle, he shoved his fingers into my thick dark curls. He fisted my hair into a messy ponytail and gave it a firm tug. He pulled just enough so that my head tipped back and the slight pain was stimulating. I felt so stretched and vulnerable with my throat muscles taut and my pussy speared by his massive cock.

“It’s so good, Jake.” My voice sounded hoarse with lust. I shut my eyes and concentrated on the pulsing waves of my impending orgasm. “I’m so close…so close.”

He responded to my pleas by snaking his other hand down my belly and caressed my hard little bud. His fingers circled faster and faster as I writhed beneath him, my hips bucking back erratically. My clit felt like it was vibrating from the exquisite sensations and I cried out as I came in a rush of voluptuous bliss. With his cock still entrenched deep inside of me, he gently cupped my pussy as my contractions milked his thick shaft.

“You’re driving me insane.” His raspy confession made my toes curl; I could hear the strain in his voice. “I don’t know if I can be gentle with you, little one.”

Despite my liquified muscles, I resumed my position and arched my back to receive him completely. “I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you to show me what it’s like to be the ravaged heroine in your novel. Take me, Jake.” I leaned forward, resting my flushed cheek against the mattress, and reveled in the sharp, heavy arousal of feeling so utterly vulnerable and submissive beneath him. I heard his sharp intake of breath at my eager surrender.

“Oh, fuck!”

That initial deep slam of his lean hips almost made me lose my balance and I steeled myself against his hard onslaught. With every powerful thrust, it felt like he was bottoming out inside of me, and I craved more and more of that devastatingly wonderful penetration. There was an animalistic fierceness to his possession of me. I felt a slight tinge of fear at the overwhelming sensations consuming me, but the harder he pounded into me, the more my tender pussy greedily sucked at his thick cock. His heavy balls swung against my clit, matching the punishing rhythm of his lean hips, and I surrendered myself to his dominating conquest of my senses.

Our panting breaths were loud and ragged in the quiet bedroom. His grip on my soft hips tightened and I could tell that he was getting close to climaxing. I knew his strong hands would mark my pale flesh and I welcomed the tangible reminder of this encounter. Feeling wildly salacious, I peeked at him over my shoulder and said, “I’m not made of glass, Jake. I can take it.”

“Jesus, Lynn.” His piercing blue eyes locked with mine and I could feel his pistoning hips slamming into my harder and deeper.

“Make me take all of you. I want to feel your come deep inside of me. Please, Jake. Please!”

With one final surge, he threw back his dark head and groaned, shuddering as he spilled himself inside of me. I watched him avidly, soaking in his beautiful features as his harsh brow and tight jaw relaxed. His eyelids were heavy when he forced them back open and caught my gaze. His firm lips curled in a crooked, wry grin, and I flashed him a satisfied little smile.