Sinners On Tour 04 Wicked Beat (19 page)

Jace grinned even more widely. “Yeah, sure.” He glanced over his shoulder at the closed bedroom door. “Shouldn’t you be in there?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe she wants me to burst in there, throw her on the bed, rip her clothes off, and fuck her. Or maybe she really does want me to obey her and wait out here until my balls explode.”

They stared at each other in complete befuddlement. Trey hopped up to sit on the kitchen counter across from the dining table. He pulled his sucker out of his mouth. “What signals was she giving off?”

“Signals?” Was Trey speaking a foreign language? Eric had no idea what he was talking about.

“Yeah, signals. Women talk more with their bodies than their mouths.”

“Damn. That’s a whole lot of body yapping,” Sed said with a wide grin.

“You don’t listen to their bodies either. That’s why it took you so long to understand Jessica,” Trey said.

Sed scowled. “I listen to her body just fine.”

“But only during sex,” Brian interjected.

“How did she look at you? Like this?” Trey produced a come-hither look that made Eric decidedly uncomfortable.

“Uh… no.” Eric would have remembered Rebekah looking at him like that. He wanted to forever wipe the memory of Trey looking at him like that, however. It was bad enough that he’d kissed the guy one lust-fueled night.

“Then you better wait,” Trey advised.

“Maybe I’m tired of waiting.” He grabbed the edge of the table to heft himself to his feet. He paused when the bedroom door opened. Rebekah emerged in an outfit he’d never seen. His jaw dropped.

Rebekah strode confidently in his direction. She wore her hair in a severe twist, the blond strands arranged to cover most of the blue. A pair of thick-rimmed glasses sat perched on the end of her nose. Her propriety stopped there. Her tweed suit could only be described as revealing. The jacket had elbow-length, tight sleeves and buttoned under her breasts, drawing attention to her cleavage, and the plain white blouse unbuttoned low enough to reveal the edge of her lacy, white bra. A couple inches of her midriff showed above her tiny skirt, which was so short he could see her garters and the skin of her thighs above her flesh-toned stockings. Her wide-heeled, three-inch shoes made her legs look hot as hell.
Damn.
Eric stared. He couldn’t think well enough to do anything else. Not even the most basic things like breathing and blinking.

She stopped in front of him, her expression tight with displeasure, and touched the center of his chest with a ruler. “Mr. Sticks, I need to see you in my office.” The ruler caught him under the chin, encouraging his eyes to settle on hers. “
Now
, Mr. Sticks.”

She spun around and strode back to the bedroom. He got a flash of her bare ass before her flippy little skirt settled in place.

“Oh God,” Trey said, slamming his head against the upper bank of kitchen cabinets. “I practically gave her to you.”

Eric tripped over his feet as he raced after Rebekah. Heart hammering, he entered the bedroom and closed the door, leaning against it for support. She was pacing the room, his essay in one hand, the ruler in the other. Was she going to hit him with that ruler? God, he hoped so. He wished he could take his paper away and add that new fantasy to his list:
spank
me
with
ruler.
His heart thudded harder and harder as he watched her read his essay, using the end of her ruler to keep her place as she paced back and forth near the foot of the bed. He couldn’t read her expression. He’d written pretty kinky stuff on those pages. Did it freak her out?

“This, Mr. Sticks, is a monstrosity,” she said.

Oh
shit.

She read his words from the page. “I want your fingers up my ass while you suck my cock, rubbing some spot in there like that one time when Myrna sucked off Brian in the hotel bathroom.”

Eric was simultaneously appalled and excited to hear her read it aloud.

“That is a run-on sentence, Eric. It will never do.”

She was grading his sentence structure?
Seriously?

“I’ve never seen a guy come so hard,” she read. She shook her head. “Pathetic grammar.”

“I never
saw
a guy come so hard?” he attempted to correct himself.

She smiled at him. “That’s better. Unbutton your pants. Show me what you want me to suck.”

He couldn’t get his cock out of his pants fast enough. She ran her ruler gently down his sensitive length, and he shuddered.

“Why are you so hard, Eric?” she asked.

He gasped excitedly and closed his eyes so he could concentrate well enough to speak. “Because you’re so hot, Rebekah.” He opened his eyes and reached for her, but she stopped him by poking him in the chest with her ruler.

“Ms. Blake,” she corrected. “Take off all your clothes. I want to see if the rest of you is as fine-looking as that long, hard cock.”

She watched him appraisingly as he stripped. When he stood before her naked, she ran her palm over his flesh, as if inspecting him for flaws. His belly quivered beneath her touch.

“Yes,” she purred. “Perfect. Looking at your body makes my pussy sopping wet, Mr. Sticks. How naughty of you. You should try to be less sexy. It’s not proper to make your teacher want to fuck you.”

She’d probably read about how much he liked her to talk dirty. She leaned over, her face inches from his straining cock. “Is this for me?” Her tongue slid out between her soft pink lips and collected the bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip of his cock.

His abs contracted involuntarily.

“Yes,” he gasped. “For you. It’s hard for you.”

Her tongue slid around the rim of his cock head, causing thousands of pleasurable sensations to ripple up his spine. She squatted and tilted her head back so he could watch his cock sink into her sweet little mouth. She sucked him deep until she couldn’t swallow any more of his length and then drew back until he popped free of her lips. She rose and sauntered toward the bed. When he moved to follow her, she held a hand in his direction.

“Stay where you are,” she said. “I’m not finished with you yet, naughty boy.”

He froze and leaned against the surface of the closed door.

“You want my fingers up your ass?” she asked.

He bit his lip and nodded.

“While I do what?”

“Suck my cock.”

She collected a pillow from the bed, bending unnecessarily across the mattress as she reached for it. She somehow managed to flip up her skirt to give him a glimpse of her rounded bottom and the white string of her thong. He clutched his hands into tight fists to keep himself put. She hugged the pillow to her chest and opened the drawer next to the bed. She retrieved a tube of lubricant. Was that for him? Was she going to shove her fingers up his ass like he’d mentioned? By the time she tossed the pillow at his feet and knelt on it before him, he was a tangle of nerves and anticipation.

“I’ve never done this before,” she said, looking so beautiful on her knees that he was tempted to take a picture, blow it up to poster-size, and hang it on the underside of the bunk above his. “You’ll have to let me know if I find the spot or if I hurt you.”

He closed his eyes and nodded. Oh God, she was really going to do it. He’d fantasized about it for months. It probably wouldn’t live up to his expectations, but he was eager to find out.

His cock entered the warmth of her mouth. The gentle tug of her suction as she bobbed her head made his balls tighten. Her hand touched the inside of his thigh, and he almost leapt out of his skin. His entire body taut, he breathed heavily to calm himself. Maybe the fantasy was better than reality. Maybe he should stop her now.

She cupped his balls and gently massaged the loose skin, driving him insane with desire. When he relaxed again, her hand moved from his balls, and he heard her squirt lubricant onto her fingers. She urged him to spread his legs wider by pressing on the inside of his thigh with the back of her wrist. He loosened his stance, but tensed when her cool, slippery fingers pressed against his ass.

“Wait,” he gasped. Too late. She pressed upward and slid a finger inside him. It felt weird. And somehow satisfying. He relaxed after he became accustomed to the sexy invasion. He grunted in protest when she pulled her finger free. Was she finished?

“I liked it,” he admitted, getting caught up in the tug of her lips on his cock as she sucked him. He looked down and found her applying more lube. So she wasn’t done.

She slid two fingers inside him this time, filling him in a way he’d never been filled before. When she slid her fingers in and out of him—driving deeper, deeper—he began to tremble uncontrollably. “Oh God, Rebekah,” he groaned.

Her fingers moved inside him. Seeking. Pressing forward. He shuddered hard when she found it. “Right there,” he sputtered.

She sucked him hard then, rubbing against something inside him that made him come so hard he could scarcely stay on his feet. His vision blurred as she bobbed her head faster, sucked harder, rubbed and rubbed against a perfect little place she’d discovered. He couldn’t stop coming. Excited beyond comprehension, he grabbed the back of her head to hold her still while he spurt into her throat. After his fluids were spent, the pleasurable waves pulsated through the base of his cock, up his ass, and deep inside.

“You have to stop,” he panted. “Oh please, oh please.” With one hard shudder, he found he was coming again. Not ejaculating, but coming. “
Rebekah
?” His fingers tightened in her hair, and his back arched until the back of his head slammed into the door. And she kept him there, suspended in ecstasy for so long he thought he’d pass out. When his body stilled, she pulled her fingers free, leaving a strange, wet, inside-out feeling in their wake.

She released his cock from her mouth, and he forced his eyes open to look at her.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

His response in the affirmative was no more than the flutter of his lashes as his eyes tried to roll into the back of his head.

“Did I do it right?”

He slid down the door, his feet sliding out from under him, and collected her in a tight hug when she came within reach. “Mmmm,” he murmured, his thoughts languid and body exhausted. “Love you,” he managed and landed a kiss somewhere on her head.

“Love you too. Are you finished for the night?”

He shook his head. “Give me a minute. That was fucking incredible.”

He held her as he caught his breath. After a long while, she pulled away and climbed to her feet. Looking at her in that hot little outfit, with those geeky glasses and her hair coming loose from its knot, had his cock stirring with renewed interest.

“Get up, stand at the end of the bed, and don’t move,” she said. “I’m going to wash my hands, and then I’m going to show you how hot and wet my pussy is for you right now. You are going to watch me make myself come as punishment for making me want you.”

Oh, hell yeah. She really had read his essay. Eric climbed to his feet and stood facing the end of the bed to wait. He squirmed. Still wet with lubricant, his ass felt really weird. That anal probe had totally lived up to his expectations. Wow. No wonder Brian had married Myrna.

Rebekah left the room. It felt like an eternity before she finally returned. Jace was with her. Eric’s heart skipped a beat. He’d participated in threesomes with Aggie and Jace. He’d mentioned them in his essay. Described how good it felt to have Jace’s cock sliding against his while they’d both been buried inside Aggie. Shit. He wished he hadn’t mentioned that. Eric hoped Rebekah didn’t plan on hooking up with Jace. Eric didn’t care how hot threesomes were or how much pleasure a woman might receive when stuffed with two cocks. Eric was not sharing Rebekah with anyone. Not even his best friend.

Jace crouched at Eric’s feet and fastened a thick leather cuff around his ankle. Jace secured the cuff to the leg of the bed with a chain.

Eric scowled. “What are you—”

Rebekah cracked him on the ass with her ruler. “Quiet,” she demanded. “He’s helping me make sure you don’t participate while I pleasure myself.”

After both of Eric’s ankles were secured to opposite legs of the bed, Jace bound Eric’s wrists together behind his back. He secured Eric’s ankles together with a short chain and then fastened another chain behind Eric’s back to connect his wrists to the chain between his ankles.

“He won’t be able to bend forward,” Jace said.

Eric tried it. Just an inch of bending, and Eric’s shoulders and hamstrings protested in pain. “He’s right.”

“If he tries to squat, he’ll lose his balance and fall,” Jace said. “His knees and ankles will hurt like a son of a bitch.”

Eric would take his word on that one.

“And if he stands there like a good boy?” Rebekah asked.

Jace grinned, his typical cuteness overshadowed by the wicked gleam in his eyes. “He doesn’t have a choice.” He handed something to Rebekah. “Use these if you really want to drive him insane.”

Eric tried to see what they were doing behind him.

“How does this work?” she asked.

Jace leaned close to whisper into her ear. Eric could see him demonstrating something, but he couldn’t turn his head far enough to see much.

“Thanks, Jace,” she said.

Jace shook his head as he inspected his handiwork. “Damn, I miss Aggie.” He let himself out of the room.

Eric glanced behind his back at Rebekah. “What did he give you?”

She moved to stand beside him and leaned against his side. “Things for punishing naughty boys.”

He felt something against his ass. “What?”

With one motion, she filled his ass with something hard and cold and just thick enough to keep him aware of its possession.

She massaged the plug she’d inserted in his ass until he squirmed, and his cock was as hard as granite.

“You like that, don’t you? Admit it. It feels good to have that inside.”

“Yeah. I like it.”

She stepped behind him, her skirt brushing against his restrained hands. She slid a cock ring in place, moving it all the way to the base of his erection and then fastened some leather harness around his balls and connected it to the cock ring.