Seduction (32 page)

He pushed against me and we moved backwards until I stopped against an ass-high table. Leaning me back, he lay over my bent body, pressing hot, open-mouth kisses down my chest to my breasts. I sucked in a breath as he drew one peaked nipple into his mouth. The other tip he rolled between his fingers as he sucked on first one breast then the other.

Rifling through the information tucked into the back of my mind, I dug for the lists of what to do I'd compiled from magazines and books. Men are visual creatures, I remembered that much. So I arched back and bucked against him, begging him with my body to give me sweet release once again. Telling him with my touch how much I wanted him to continue to fondle and play with me. Letting him know with my muted cries how much I appreciated his caresses. Eventually the only thought travelling through my head was,
Could he make me come like that again?

I moved a hand to his cock and gripped his length through the fabric of his pants. Massaging him, I tried to remember all I knew about pleasuring the male body. He groaned with my nipple in his mouth. I pressed against his shoulder and he stood back, a little dazed. He fondled my breasts as I worked his belt free and dropped his pants to the floor. Taking his erection in my hand, I rubbed the length with one hand and circled the head with the other. Leaning in, I flicked my tongue over one of his nipples then the other. Looking up through my lashes, I locked his gaze to mine as I trailed a path down his torso, sinking to my knees.

His cock stood erect from his body, a good eight inches of hard, thick, silk-encased dick. I ran my hands up his legs and to the front of his body. Wrapping one hand around the base of his cock, I used the other to bring him to my mouth. I licked the pre-come from the tip, teasing the slit with my tongue. His fingers curled into my hair, flexing a little as I licked around the head of his cock. Then with slow deliberation, I looked up into his eyes and pressed him fully into my mouth. He watched me take him in before his eyelids dropped closed.

Moving him in and out of my mouth, I used my hands and tongue to swirl and suck his length. His fingers dug into my scalp, twitching each time I withdrew and relaxing each time he entered my mouth.

The tempo escalated and he pumped into my mouth as I continued to swirl my tongue along his cock. His musky scent blended with the richness of his cologne to form a heady aroma. I breathed in his scent as I took the length of his dick into my mouth. I pulled him free from my mouth but continued to work his manhood with my hands, then I drew one of his balls into my mouth. Sucking gently, I traced my tongue over the ball in my mouth. I squeezed my hand along his length as I nursed his nuts. Before I could suck and swirl my tongue around the ball any more, he pulled me up and sat me on the table.

My tank top rode around my neck and my skirt was bunched around my waist in a thick band of blue denim. He spread my legs and positioned himself between my thighs, the tip of his manhood kissing my entrance. The sight of the long, hard length of him poised to enter nearly had me coming again.

When he didn't slide into me, I met his intense glare. He gripped my hips and moved within an inch of my face. ‘What do you want?' he asked, a cold, hard gleam cloaking his features.

For a moment, my heart thundered in panic. Would he stop if I asked? Did I really want to do this with a stranger? Someone who I knew nothing about?

I looked around me, taking in the secluded little corner at the back of the library. How many times had he played this game? And did I care? A heartbeat later I had the answer. But I wasn't ready to concede the battle.

I leaned back, positioning my body so my breast thrust high in the air. He looked from the pink tips back to my face. ‘Answer me one question,' I demanded, tightening my legs around his waist.

His face shifted from desire to annoyance and back. I could almost see the questions swirling in the blue depths, so I jumped to the question.

‘Why women's fiction?'

His eyebrows shot up in surprise and I knew I'd thrown him with the unexpected question. ‘Huh?'

‘Women's fiction.' I moved against his arms, brushing my breasts over the banded muscles. The hair braided against my sensitive skin, kicking my desire up another notch. ‘Why did you send me to women's fiction, of all categories?'

He leaned forwards, his breath fluttering along my lips with his light laugh. ‘Because I knew what you really wanted when you came to the counter. Women's fiction seemed appropriate for a woman wanting a fantasy.'

I smiled against his mouth. ‘And you think all I wanted was a romantic fantasy?'

He didn't answer, but one light-brown eyebrow arched over his brow in an unasked question.

I shrugged. Let him think I wanted the sweet love-making of fantasies. Instead, I'd have to show him I wanted to be fucked good and hard.

‘I want you inside me,' I whispered, and I moved forwards so the head of his cock pushed into me. ‘I want to drive you crazy. Don't hold back. Tell me what you like.'

He pushed into me with one swift plunge of his hips. Under the cheap glare of the fluorescent lighting, I watched him enter me. His cock disappeared inside of me and I felt my body stretching to accommodate his length and width. His chest hair and the hair around his cock brushed against my skin, sending tickling little waves of pleasure cascading over my body. I put a hand on his shoulder and lifted myself off the table, enough to allow him to pull out and push back inside of me. I wanted to watch him fucking me, so I locked my legs around his waist and pulled him back to me. Again and again I worked his body, driving him against me, the tips of my breasts brushing his chest, my clit brushing the hair around his cock. Something about him allowing me to control the speed of the sex blew my mind, and the lines of restraint etched around his firm mouth told me all I needed to know.

‘Fuck me,' I breathed, coming up against him again. This time, instead of pulling back I lay back and reached over my head to grip the edge of the table. Tightening my legs around his waist, I begged him again. ‘Fuck me.'

His fingers dug into my thighs and he pumped into me, his brow creased, his gaze intent on the goal.

Moving a hand to where our bodies joined, I touched myself, rubbing my fingers along my clit. I could see the desire explode within him when I brought my coated fingers to my mouth and sucked my juices from them.

He heightened the pace and my body rubbed up and down the laminated surface. Sweat pooled at the base of my back, but I couldn't stop, even though my muscles screamed for me to rest. The table scratched along the carpeted floor, the sound like the sea washing over sand. Then the table bumped into the wall and rocked against the concrete block.

Our laboured breathing filled the small space of the corner. My legs tightened around his waist and my knees were in the folds of his arms. Without breaking pace he picked one leg up to his shoulder, then the other. Holding my legs to his chest with one arm, with his free hand he licked his fingers then traced the folds covering my clit. The position penetrated deep and his hands brought a new wave of sensations. All at once I wanted to scream, I wanted to moan, and I wanted to beg him to pound me harder.

As if reading my mind, his thrusts became fierce. I stuffed a fist in my mouth to keep from sobbing as he drove us higher and higher, the orgasmic sun burning our skin. Shock waves of pleasure pulsed from my toes and fingers to centre on my clit where his fingers circled and then the dam burst forth with a shattering, quaking force. I bucked against his body but his arm dug into my thighs to hold me against him as he pumped faster into me, while he gently feathered my swollen nub with his fingers. My pussy milked the length of his cock, pulling him towards his own release. The slapping of our bodies echoed around the corner, breaking through my pleasure-fogged mind. The sound brought a fresh wave of luxurious sensations. I came again, rocking into his body.

The force of my orgasm pushed him over the edge and he came into me with a writhing, pounding release. Broken, subdued cries broke the silence of our little space. His cock jerked inside of me, spilling deep against my womb. Then he collapsed on top of me, pinning me beneath the heat of his spent body. I didn't care. I lay beneath him, absorbing the
mind-numbing effect of being ridden hard and liking it. Hell, I'd begged for it and all I knew was I wanted more. Lots more.

There was no after-sex caressing. Instead, we lay there, trying to catch our breath. My thoughts whirled around all I'd set out to accomplish and what I felt had been the achievement of my goal. He pulled back and stood, his cock still inside of me, looking down at me. Then he leaned forwards and pressed his lips to mine. I sighed into his mouth, and then pushed against his chest to rise.

I stood and righted my clothes as he pulled on his pants and shirt. I started to walk away, not knowing what to say or if there was anything to say, but he blocked my path.

‘I've seen you before.'

I looked into his handsome face and my breath caught. My gaze travelled over his strong chin and full lips, all of which had been literally buried face-deep inside of me barely half an hour before. My knees weakened with the sexual image.

‘I've been to the library quite a bit lately,' I replied before moving to step around him, and again he blocked me. His face was masked, but his eyes revealed a litany of unasked questions.

‘No, you were in my biology class two semesters ago.'

‘OK. So where are you going with this?' I didn't want to appear ungrateful or skittish, but I also knew never to have high expectations for a relationship after a quick roll in the hay.

‘Nowhere. But why me?' He stood in front of me, hands on his hips.

Usually men ran in the opposite direction after sex but this one wanted a conversation. Maybe I'd done something right. I shrugged, lost and unbalanced with this new, unfamiliar turn of events. ‘To be honest, I'm not really sure. I've been watching you since I first saw you here at the library, wondering how those lips would feel on my body, between my legs.'

‘Hmm.' He chewed on the inside of his lower lip, an endearing little gesture I knew I could come to love.

He shook his head then looked down at the floor before bringing his gaze up to clash with mine, as if he'd made a decision on a whim.

‘So, same time next Saturday morning, then?'

‘What?' I laughed the question, unsure if I'd heard him right.

‘Hey, if you don't –'

‘No.' I looked around, knowing my voice had burst forth on the retort. Meet him here every Saturday for surprising, mind-blowing sex? I only had one answer.

‘I mean, yes, I'll be here next Saturday.'

And that's how I seduced a pre-med student with aspirations of becoming a sex therapist into becoming my husband and, well . . . my sex therapist.

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