Seduce Me Tonight (24 page)

I was wet, wetter than I’d ever been. I could tell by the wet, squishy noises his fingers made as they slid in and out of me. I rode his hand, fucking myself on his fingers, wanting him to rub my clit harder and make me come. Instead, Duncan rolled me off him and over onto the futon, flat on my back with him kneeling between my legs. He never took his fingers out of me. I closed my eyes and spread my legs wider, waiting for the feel of his tongue on my clit. It never came.

I opened my eyes and watched him leaning over me, his hand angled between my legs, stroking deep in my cunt. I could see my clit standing up, swollen and red and aching to be sucked. I whimpered, I moaned. I even tried to push his head down between my thighs. But Duncan never touched my clit, he just kept fucking me with his fingers.

I was starting to get annoyed. He felt good, so fucking good, but I couldn’t come without him touching my clit. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching him watch me. Or, rather, watching him watch his fingers go into me. His cock was hardening again and that made me even wetter.

‘I need your mouth,’ I finally gasped. ‘Please.’

‘No, you don’t,’ he muttered, though it appeared he was talking to my clit, not me. ‘You’re going to come all over my hand in a minute. You’re so fucking wet, baby. So wet. Just let it come.’

‘Fuck me then,’ I pleaded to the top of his head. ‘I can’t take any more of this.’

‘Oh, yeah, you can,’ he said, his mouth so close to where I wanted him that I could feel his breath.

His cock was right there for the taking and I was pretty sure he wouldn’t say no if I pulled him on top of me, but I hesitated. I wanted to come, but I didn’t think what he was doing was going to work. I wasn’t even sure I had any condoms and, desperate as I was, I wasn’t going to fuck him without one. I bit back a cry of frustration, grabbing at the fabric on the futon as I wiggled against his hand. I wanted his mouth or his cock, but all I was getting was his fingers.

‘Just let it happen, baby,’ he murmured again, rubbing that spot inside me that was at once intensely pleasurable and borderline uncomfortable.

‘I don’t think, I don’t know,’ I babbled, wanting what he was offering but not knowing how to get there. I felt suddenly inadequate, an inhibited woman who didn’t have G-spot orgasms. I could feel my body tense, resisting him, rejecting the fingers stroking me in a steady, pumping rhythm.

Duncan looked up and the pure, naked lust on his face nearly made me groan. ‘Don’t, baby. Just relax and let me do this.’ Then he leaned down and gently, oh so gently, licked my clit. ‘I’ll make you come. I promise.’

I don’t know if it was his words, the look on his face or my clit anticipating his mouth, but I did relax. I lay back on the futon and closed my eyes and let him finger-fuck me with wet, squishy noises and soft, breathy words of encouragement.

‘That’s it, open for me,’ he whispered. ‘Your pussy is so wet and open. You’re so beautiful like this. I have three fingers in you now, did you know that?’

I shook my head. I hadn’t expected him to be a talker. He didn’t
look
like a talker. I was usually chatty during sex but suddenly I couldn’t speak. Didn’t want to speak. It would ruin everything if I said something dumb right now. I kept my eyes closed and imagined his fingers, three of them, sliding deep into me before pulling out to pump just inside my opening, rubbing that spongy bump that was the source of this curious feeling. I was so wet, wetter than I’d ever been. I could feel it trickling down my ass. I was spread wide, opening to him, wanting more.

I didn’t realise I’d verbalised my request until he asked, ‘More? You want more, baby?’

‘Yes, please. Yes.’

I was so wet, so fucking wet, I wouldn’t have known he had four fingers inside of me if he hadn’t said, ‘That’s four, baby.’

I’d never felt so full and so open at the same time. My hips moved against his thrusts without conscious thought. I raised myself up and fucked his fingers whenever he would go still inside me. I forgot about my clit and simply felt my cunt swell and grow wetter, wetter, until something released me, like the knots I’d untied from the surfboard. Then it felt as if everything inside of me was gushing all over his hand. I’d tried to stop it, to clamp down on it, but he stroked me steadily and there was no stopping.

‘That’s it, baby,’ he said, making shallow little thrusting motions in my cunt. ‘That’s it, let it go. Don’t hold back, give it all to me. Yes, like that, just like that.’

‘Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,’ I gasped, unable to find any other words.

I reached between my thighs and grasped his narrow wrist tightly. Whether to push him away or pull him closer, I wasn’t sure. Thankfully, he wouldn’t let me direct him. He just kept fucking me with quick, steady thrusts of those amazing fingers.

I felt it again. A rise, a quiver, a gush. And again. Every time he pulled his fingers to my opening, I gushed around him. He stroked me over and over as I came, wetness flowing out of me like a fountain on a switch. I arched my back and cried out, every muscle in my body taut, all feeling and sensation centred on my cunt.

I opened my eyes and looked down at him, his fingers buried in my pussy, his gaze between my legs. My clit stood up as hard and red as before, but I was coming, coming, coming and it didn’t matter how. Then he lowered his mouth and flicked my rigid clit with just the tip of his tongue. It felt amazing, delicious, but just a part of the experience of being fucked by Duncan, not the main course. I stroked his head softly, running my fingers through his hair that was now damp with perspiration and not just rain. Who was this redheaded demon I’d let into my apartment? I didn’t really have time to ponder it – and I really didn’t care. I was still caught up in the incredible sensations he was causing to ripple through my exhausted body.

Duncan gently eased his fingers out of me and it was almost painful, leaving me feeling empty and open after so much exquisite fullness. He looked up into my eyes as he slowly licked his fingers, making my entire body quiver at the expression of pure lust on his face.

‘Told you,’ he said, looking smug and lustful all at the same time.

I laughed in lighthearted joy. Much as I hated the cliché of having been taught a sex lesson about my own body, he was entitled to be smug. He was absolutely right. He’d pushed me to feel something I’d never fully explored with anyone else and hadn’t thought to try on my own.

‘You’re incredible. I’ve never … wow.’ My pulse was settling back to normal speed and I was able to speak again, even if I couldn’t form a coherent sentence. ‘Uh, thanks,’ I added, laughing. ‘Thanks a lot.’

‘You don’t have to thank me. The pleasure was mutual,’ he said graciously, though I knew there was no way what I’d done to him could even come close to the experience he had just given me. ‘But I think we ruined your futon.’

I reached under my ass and felt the wetness that was spreading beneath me. ‘I think you’re right.’

‘Sorry.’

‘Fuck it,’ I said. ‘I’m not sorry. I’ll buy a new one. It was totally worth it.’

I pulled him up until he stretched out on top of me, his cock pressing hard and insistent against my stomach. There wasn’t enough room for us to lie side-by-side, but I didn’t care. I liked the weight of his damp body on mine. Besides, it didn’t seem fair to make him lie in the big wet spot, even if he had caused me to make it.

‘Uh, yeah, so I haven’t had a boyfriend in a while and I don’t think I have any condoms,’ I said by way of addressing his increasingly noticeable erection. ‘You wouldn’t happen to have any packed away in one of those boxes, do you?’

‘Maybe. If not, I can go to the store,’ he said. ‘But first, I have a confession to make.’

There it was. The sound of the other shoe falling. He looked down at me and my heart nearly stopped. Of course he had to be too good to be true. A guy who could get me off like that had to have a major flaw. I braced myself for the worst. He had a girlfriend. He was gay and just experimenting. He never fucked a girl more than once.

I swallowed. ‘Yes?’ I asked past the knot of disappointment in my throat.

‘I don’t surf.’

I studied him, trying to keep the ridiculously goofy smile off my face and failing miserably. ‘Oh, that’s too bad. I only let you get into my pants because I thought you were a hot surfer dude.’

‘Damn. Really?’ He nuzzled my neck. ‘I’ll have to learn to surf then.’

We laughed and held each other while the rain fell and the wet spot grew cold underneath me. Duncan never did learn to surf, but I bought a new futon. With a washable cover.

I’m in town for 3 days. Want to get together for dinner?

I didn’t include my name in the text. I was counting on the fact that even after ten years Joe wouldn’t have deleted me out of his phone. I also neglected to mention that my plane had just touched down when I sent the text. He didn’t need to know that. He might think I was overeager to see him.

Wasn’t I?

If I was, apparently so was he. Before I’d even collected my luggage, my phone dinged in response.

Definitely! My schedule is tight. Meet for breakfast?

Huh. A breakfast date. That didn’t sound promising. At least not for what I had in mind. Still, I did want to see him. And maybe he just wanted an escape plan if things didn’t go well. On the other hand, if things
did
go well, there was always the potential for dinner later. Right? Maybe. That’s what I told myself anyway as I texted him back.

Sure. I’m staying at the Marriott.

His response made me rethink my entire plan.

OK. I can meet you at the restaurant at 6.15.

This was ridiculous. Six fifteen? A.m.? Six fucking fifteen in the morning? For breakfast? That wasn’t any kind of date. That was an attempt to brush me off without actually saying he didn’t want to see me.

Seriously? I don’t get up that early for anything.
I was so annoyed as I walked and texted that I nearly ran into the man in front of me at the taxi stand.

It’ll be worth it. And I promise you can go back to bed after breakfast.

Damn. Joe had me spinning and I hadn’t even checked into my hotel yet. Was he worth getting up for at 6.15? Correction, 5.15 so I could make myself presentable. I thought back to the brief time I’d known Joe. We’d both been summer interns at Ballard, Mendel & Stuart, each of us struggling to set ourselves apart from every other idealistic law student. We’d fallen into bed – or the uncomfortable couch in one of the offices, rather – one late night after reading briefs until we thought our eyes would bleed. And then it became a near-nightly event, at his apartment or mine or back on one of the uncomfortable couches, or a desk, or the parking garage. When we weren’t working, we were fucking. It wasn’t really a relationship, we’d never gone down that road and I knew Joe would never be monogamous (mostly because he told me so), but it was a hell of friendship with benefits.

Joe had been the one to get me through that summer, otherwise I would’ve lost my mind. Then he got me through the application and interview process of finding a job that would utilise my specialities of maritime and immigration law while I kept his spirits up (and other things) as he decided he really did want to do family law, after all.

‘Joe, you’re the most cynical person I’ve ever met when it comes to marriage and kids. Why the hell would you want to do family law?’ I’d asked him.

‘
Because
I’m cynical about marriage and kids,’ he had said. ‘I won’t get jaded dealing with other people’s misery. I’m already there.’

And so I’d gotten a job in Miami doing what I loved and he’d settled somewhere near Washington, D.C., doing what he was already jaded about, though I wasn’t sure he loved it. Joe was an attorney because he was very good at it. Joe fucked as many people as he could because he was good at it. He was charming and witty and attractive and garnered attention wherever he went. I was pretty sure that hadn’t changed, hence the reason for a breakfast date. I kicked myself for not giving him a heads-up sooner – but I’d been nervous about seeing him. Ten years is a long time and I had changed a lot. It never crossed my mind that he might have changed, too.

OK. I’ll see you at 6.15.

It was already after 10 p.m. and just texting that made my head hurt. But he said it would be worth it and, knowing Joe and what he was capable of, I believed him. I checked into my hotel, did a little work, requested a 5 a.m. wake-up call (I figured I’d need the extra time just to wake up) and went to bed. My dreams were filled with legal briefs and the memory of Joe’s naked body.

* * *

The phone ringing startled me from a sound sleep and I groggily woke up with that ‘Where am I?’ feeling. I quickly came to awareness and cursed Joe for making me get up this early. It crossed my mind to just bail and text him that I couldn’t make it. Was an old fuck buddy worth getting up for this early when there was no guarantee of any fucking in the first place? He’d said he was worth it. That wasn’t a promise of sex, it was just the conceit of a man who knew how good he was in bed.

I contemplated that for a moment – along with the reality that I hadn’t had sex in six months – and dragged myself out of bed.
It will be worth it
, I reminded myself. In more ways than one, if I was lucky.

‘It better be,’ I muttered as I padded naked to the bathroom.

A quick shower refreshed me enough that I was only mildly annoyed by the fact that I was up before the sun. I didn’t want to appear desperate, so I opted for a Friday casual work outfit. Cream-coloured blouse, too sheer for work without a jacket but perfect for a hotel breakfast date, sky-blue skirt that had just enough swish to make me feel sexy and yet still appear professional, low heels and my hair down and loose. I’d put some thought into my underwear, just in case this turned into more than breakfast, and wore a lacy bra that peeked out from the shadow of my cleavage and a matching thong. Sexy and classy, that was my goal. Remind him that he was dealing with a lady, but give him enough of a hint that I was still the woman he used to know – if he wanted to renew our acquaintance. And why else would he want to get together if not to
get together
?