Chapter
Four
Becca woke to music. Music? Then she remembered
she left the radio playing last night. The cabin had been too quiet and she
couldn’t stand it.
Throwing the covers aside, she slid out of bed.
The cool air flowed over her naked body. And it was all Tyler’s fault.
After their ride, she’d come back to the cabin
and masturbated in the shower, figuring that would satisfy her body. It had
until dinner, when Tyler sat next to her, his masculine scent teasing her
senses, and every chance he got he touched her. Making it clear to her and everyone
else they were now partners.
Her body was so sensitive to his touch, and every
time he glanced her way with those blazing blue eyes, her pussy flooded.
Throughout dinner she fought the urge to grab him, strip him bare and fuck him
on the dining room table, not caring who was watching.
And she was scared out of her mind. She’d never
reacted to a man like this, not even when she and Tyler were together before.
Yes, he’d been insatiable—both of them had been—but nothing like this.
Besides, Tyler had become a tease. After dinner,
he’d walked her back to the cabin and left her on the door step with another
scorching, deep, wet kiss before telling her he’d see her in the morning.
He even had the nerve to whistle while he strode
away. Stomping into the cabin, she started to search for a vibrator; it was an
adult ranch, after all.
She found a freestanding cabinet in the bedroom,
but there was a padlock on it, and she couldn’t find a key. What adult ranch
locked up their vibrators? And outside of calling to ask about obtaining a
vibrator…How embarrassing would that be, especially if Tyler answered the
phone.
Heading for bed was her only option. Unable to
stand the feel of clothing against her body, she’d crawled into bed naked, and
masturbated again. It didn’t help. She only craved Tyler more.
Glancing at the clock, she let out a groan.
Eight. She’d better get a move on if she was going to shower, dress and eat
before the first lecture at ten.
Moving to the dresser, she scooped up clean
underwear and headed for the shower. Again. At this rate she would need to
bathe in lotion or her skin would dry out.
At nine fifty-five, Becca walked into the lecture
building. She was surprised to find it was a separate building, but then
wondered what other surprises this week held in store for her, because this
trip held a mountain full of them.
Finding the right room, she strode in. Maggie
Watson and Sally Carpenter were already there.
“Hi Becca,” they chorused.
“Hi.” She bit her lip and was about to take a
seat, when a perky blonde woman all but bounced into the room.
“Hey ladies, I’m Lisa and I’ll be your instructor
today. Since we’re a small group, why don’t we sit on the mats and get
comfortable.”
Becca followed the other women to the front of
the room and lowered herself onto the mat. They sat in a loosely formed circle.
“That’s better,” said Lisa. “We’ll start off with
introductions, then on to the lecture. I’ve been on staff here since the ranch
opened, as most of us here have been. I’m married to Bart, who is another instructor.
And if needed, I’m also one of the housekeepers.”
Once they finished with introductions Lisa said, “Tell
me why you’re in this lecture?”
“I wanted to see how communication can spice up
my love life,” said Maggie.
“Me too, plus exploring the more exotic side of
sex,” said Sally.
“Ummm, Tyler recommended the class,” said Becca,
what else could she say. Then lifted her chin, “My best friend gave me this
trip as a pre-wedding present, I was supposed to be here with my fiancé, but I
found him in bed with my boss three days ago.” Three days? It seemed like a
lifetime ago.
“Bastard,” said Sally.
“You’re better off without him,” said Maggie.
Becca smiled her thanks at the ladies. “My best
friend convinced me to take this trip anyway,” she continued. “I didn’t know it
was an adult ranch.”
Everyone nodded, then Lisa started talking. “Thank
you each for sharing. This lecture concentrates on communication with your
partner. While your partners are not with you today, that’s okay. There are so
many lectures to fit in, we encourage couples to split up the first day and try
different ones, and report back to each other.”
“Charlie wanted to come with me,” said Sally. “But
I sent him to the cunnilingus class. He needs help in that direction.”
“And I sent Peter to the sexual positions class.
Sometimes he forgets missionary can be a bit boring,” said Maggie.
All the women laughed, and Becca’s muscles began
to unwind.
Lisa said, “You both communicated to your
partners what you would prefer, and that’s what this class is about, how to
communicate your fantasies and desires to your partner.”
Fantasies? Becca tilted her head. This was going
to be very interesting.
“Forget your inhibitions,” said Lisa. “Or
anything else you’ve been conditioned to think about sex and fantasies. Today
you are free. So, Sally, tell us your fantasy. If you could do anything you
wanted with Charlie, what would it be?”
****
Tyler knocked on Becca’s cabin door at five
minutes after one. He’d worked like a demon last night and this morning to make
sure he had the afternoon free to spend with Becca.
He’d seen Lisa and asked her about how the
session went. All she told him was he was lucky to have a partner like Becca.
Where was she? He knocked again. No answer. A
frown settled between his brows. This time he knocked harder and called out her
name. If she didn’t answer soon, he’d use his key.
“Just a second,” he heard the muffled yell. A
minute later the door was flung open.
Becca’s face was flushed, her hair half in and
half out of a pony tail. Her breathing erratic, her nipples pointing out
beneath the fabric of the T-shirt she wore.
His gaze continued down her body. A pair of
short-shorts and bare feet. She shifted from one foot to the other as his gaze
lingered on her exposed thighs. When his gaze returned to her face he saw a
hint of defiance in her eyes, as if she expected him to disapprove of
something.
“Ready for our afternoon session?”
Without a word, she turned and marched away.
Something was annoying her but he’d discover it shortly. Instead of following
her, he sauntered into the small kitchen and opened the refrigerator.
Good, his instructions had been carried out.
Fruit, cheese, sandwiches were all there, along with water and juice. Closing
the door, he sauntered to the doorway of the bedroom.
Becca stood by the window, arms crossed around
her waist. Then he glanced at the messed up bed. Ah, that’s why she’s so upset.
“Someone has been masturbating?”
“Not that it’s helping,” she muttered, then in a
stronger voice. “I want a vibrator.”
Crossing over to her, he slipped his arms around
her waist and pulled her back against his body.
“After the toy class tomorrow.”
“Today.”
“No.”
“Damn it, Tyler.” She twisted in his hold. “I
need to come.”
“Then let me help you.” Tugging her with him, he
maneuvered them over to the bed. “Tell me your fantasies.”
“Right now it’s roasting you over a fire pit.”
“At least you’re honest.” He grinned. There was
the spunky woman he remembered from college. “But not so fun for me.”
“This isn’t funny, Tyler.” She squirmed in his
hold.
“Then I’ll remedy it.” He released her, and toed
off his shoes, then pulled his shirt over his head.
“What are you doing?”
“Undressing. Are you going to join me, or would
you like me to peal those clothes off you, one by one?”
“Do it,” she whispered.
His cock hardened with those words. She was
daring him and he wasn’t going to back down. He slid down the zipper on his
jeans, and let them fall to his feet.
Stepping out of his clothing, he bent down picked
them up, folded his jeans and shirt, and snagged his shoes. Putting the shoes
next to the dresser, he set the clothes on top.
Her gaze was glued to his body—he could feel it.
When he turned back to her, a soft gasp escaped her lips as her gaze rested on
his erection.
“Ummmm…it’s…ahhh…bigger than I remember.”
“Could be.” In a few steps he was in front of
her. Leaning down, his lips hovered above hers. “I’ve been jacking off since
yesterday and it hasn’t helped me, either.”
His mouth closed over hers in a soft kiss. He
wasn’t going to rush this, he’d make her come, but on his terms. Finding the
hem of her T-shirt, he lifted.
Mouths clung to each other until the last second
before he whisked the fabric over her head. Folding it quickly, he tossed it on
top of his clothes.
His palm covered one bare breast, massaging it
gently before finding the other. Her nipples were already taut. She was so
responsive to him and he liked that.
“Your skin is silky smooth.” Trailing his fingers
down her sides to the waistband of her shorts, he hooked his thumbs inside. “Nice
short-shorts.”
She shifted her feet again. “Take them off.”
His thumbs slid around, unhooking the button, and
he edged the zipper down. Then peeled the fabric over her hips. Her musky scent
tantalized his nose as he stripped her panties away with her shorts. Not caring
where they landed.
“You are so beautiful.”
She squirmed beneath his gaze, then quivered when
his palms covered her hip, his thumbs drawing lazy circles on her stomach.
He dropped to his knees in front of her and
leaning forward, blew out a breath, ruffling her pubic curls.
“Tyler.” Her knees wobbled.
Rising to his feet, he scooped her into his arms
and placed her on the bed. Before he could scoot away, she ran her fingers up
and down his cock.
“Hard, but warm,” she murmured. “And definitely
much bigger than I remember.”
“And it’s all yours,” he whispered, laying next
to her. Pushing her hair away from her ear, he licked the lobe. “What’s your
fantasy for today?”
Becca drew her lower lip between her teeth. She
couldn’t believe how forthright she’d been with Tyler, but then again, she’d
never been so frustrated in all her life. Even now, his mouth caressed her skin
below her ear, causing delicious shivers of pleasure to run through her body,
and she knew what she wanted.
“I want…” She cleared her throat. “I want you to
lick and suck me, all over.”
“I’m going to have fun.” His lips caressed her
neck, his tongue leaving a light wet trail, until he found the spot where her
neck and shoulder met. He sucked, then blew air on her skin.
Oh, my. Becca let out a moan.
“Good moan or bad moan?” The words were muffled
against his skin.
“Good one.” Oh, so good.
His mouth continued to travel down, dropping
kisses on her collarbone, then over her right shoulder, and on down her arm,
kissing each finger in turn.
Becca fought against squirming, her senses
totally focused on Tyler’s lips. Each touch, lick or nip caused more moisture
to gather between her thighs.
“I’m going to use my hands, too.” His voice was
heavy with desire.
Tremors swept through her veins as his nails
skimmed down her left arm, while his tongue ran down her inner right arm, and
then the fingers of his left hand entangled with hers.
His tongue paused at her wrist where her pulse
pounded, before going lower. “Ohhhh.” It was more of a groan than a word as he
drew her index finger between his lips and sucked.
Her core tightened. She was going to come from
him sucking her fingers; she knew it. Then, as if Tyler recognized what was
happening, he released the digit.
His mouth slid up her arm, between her breasts to
her stomach. Becca opened her eyes. When had she closed them? Tyler’s cheek
rested against her stomach, and he gazed at her with those incredible blue
eyes.
“Now what?” A bad boy grin played around his
lips.
She shifted her legs, parting them.
“Tell me what you want?”
“I don’t remember you being this demanding in
college.”
“Then, we didn’t have much time. Now we have all
the time in the world.”
Could she do this? Before when she voiced her
needs, her boyfriends had turned cold, telling her they didn’t need
instructions. But this was different. This was Tyler. Her hips shifted, but he
didn’t move at her clue.
“I…” She couldn’t get the words past the lump in
her throat.
“Maybe you need more warming up.” His mouth
closed over her right nipple.
Oh fuck. He nipped at her flesh, making her body
tighten further. Then he switched to her other breast, and her breathing
increased. Only to stop all together when he released it and slipped between
her legs. Pushing her thighs apart, he brought her knees up at the same time.
Yes, that’s what I want.
His breath brushed against her over heated skin.
She glanced at him from beneath her lashes to find him watching her. Then he
put his index finger into his mouth, and pulled it out with a pop.
“Oh God,” she whispered, when he traced her outer
lips with his wet finger, and his lips began to nip and lick her inner thighs.
Her hips rose, and she could swear he was smiling
against her skin. Without conscious thought her fingers tangled in the quilt.
He continued to nibble, kiss and lick her inner thighs, causing more moisture
to flood her pussy.
Now his fingers were spreading her outer lips,
but instead of diving in as she expected, cool air caressed her, while his
thumb circled her clit. Never touching it directly. The combination began to
drive her up the wall. Her fingers tightened and released the fabric beneath
them. She needed…
“Tyler.” Was that breathy sound her voice?
“Yes, sweetheart.” His breath brushed against her
clit and her hips bucked. She wanted him, his lips on her clit, his tongue
caressing her until she came.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
Heart pounding, she said, “Please lick my pussy.”
“My pleasure.” His tongue swept from top to
bottom.
“Yes,” she cried out. But instead of going for
her clit, like she expected, he circled it, his finger following after the path
of his tongue.
“You taste so sweet. Sweeter than when we were in
college.” A finger slipped into her core. “And wetter.” A second finger joined
the first, deliciously stretching her. “You’re sopping, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
“God, yes.” Her hips arched up, pressing toward
his fingers.
“I want you wet. I want you hot. Most of all I
want you on edge, begging for it.”
His mouth covered her clit, his tongue flicking
it as he wiggled his fingers within her. She cried out again. Her internal
muscles clamped down on those wonderful digits. She wanted to come so bad.
Her orgasm was hanging there, waiting for the
right touch, the right movement that would send her over the edge. But, Tyler
wasn’t doing that. He held his fingers still inside her until her muscles
relaxed, and then he started teasing her again. And stopped, and started.
“More,” she said. “More, Tyler, I need more.”
That needy tone in her voice scared her, but only for a mere second. It wasn’t
fear of Tyler. It was fear of being left unsatisfied, as she’d been by past
lovers.
A third finger wiggled its way into her. He drew
her clit into his mouth and curved his fingers into her G-spot.
Her climax rolled over her body in unforgiving
waves and she screamed, her fingers clenching and unclenching the quilt beneath
them.
It wasn’t until the waves began to recede that
she realized that Tyler was licking her with slow strokes, his fingers
caressing the interior of her pussy.
“Tyler, I don’t think—” The words came out slowly
while she fought to catch her breath. But he didn’t stop; instead his fingers
stroked faster.
She couldn’t…but she could. Her stomach tightened
and her pussy quivered as her fingers tangled in his dark hair, when his tongue
flicked her clit and her second climax hit. Her hips arched into his mouth and
her head thrashed against the pillows. She’d never been a multiple orgasm
woman.
Until now.
The tremors faded, and she collapsed against the
mattress, her hand falling away from his head, to flop on the bed. She was
spent, totally spent. And she’d enjoyed every second of it.
Tyler raised his head, licking his lips. When her
body went limp beneath him, pride swelled within him that he could make her
come like that. She was fantastic, so responsive and so damn sweet tasting. Her
mouth was parted, her breathing rough and her nipples at full attention. He was
tempted to take those taut peaks into his mouth and suck for all he was worth.
A slight pull on his fingers, still in her pussy,
reminded him he’d pleasured her more than once within a short period of time.
He smiled—damned if he didn’t like making her come.
He slid his fingers from her, and began kissing
his way up her body, lying over her, but keeping his weight on his hands and
knees. Her lashes rose and there was satisfaction and desire in her hazel gaze.
Not hesitating, he took her lips, tongue thrusting deep into her mouth. His
cock jumped in anticipation of being in her hot, moist core, but he tamped it
down. Today was about communication, building trust, and her satisfaction.
He broke the kiss and her sigh brushed against
his skin. Her fingers were digging into his shoulders.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, rolling onto
his side, cradling her against him.
“I’ve never…” Her lashes fell, concealing her
gaze from him.
He waited; she would talk when she was ready.
Their gazes connected once again.
“I’ve never had multiple orgasms before.”
“You’ll have more before we’re through.” He was
happy she trusted him enough to tell him that. During college, he’d been more
interested in his satisfaction than his partner’s.
She’d have several multiple orgasms during their
time together; he’d make sure of it.
His stomach rumbled and Becca laughed. “I think
someone’s hungry.”
While he didn’t want to leave her luscious body,
it was time to feed another hunger. “Be right back.” Dropping a kiss on her
rosy lips, he slid off the bed.
Striding into the kitchen, he quickly assembled
the sandwiches, cheese and fruit on a large plate, then grabbed two bottles of
water, and returned to the bedroom.
A picnic in bed sounded good to him. But Becca
wasn’t there; she was standing by the window with a robe on. He fought to hide
his disappointment. Give her time. They may have known each other in the past,
but this was a different time and place. They’d matured and changed.
“Why don’t we go eat out on the porch?”
“Sure,” she said with a shrug.
This was not good. His gut clenched as he pushed
open the French doors and stepped outside. He set the platter on the table
along with the bottles of water then crossed back to where she stood in the
archway.
Without a word, he framed her face with his
palms, and took her lips in a deep kiss. When he broke it, they were both
breathing hard.
Tyler gazed down at her upturned face, seeing her
desire, but also something else—hint of fear maybe. He reined in his own
desire. Communication was important. “Sit down.” He gestured to the swing.
“Ummm…aren’t you going to put something on?”
“No.” He sat on the swing, waiting for her to
join him.
“But…” Her gaze shifted to his rock hard cock and
it jumped. “What about the neighbors?”
“We have complete privacy.” He gestured to the
hedges. “These are grown for that reason around each cabin.”
“Yes, I see it now.” Instead of taking a seat on
the swing, she took the chair across from him, the table between them.
Masking his disappointment, Tyler grabbed a
sandwich and bit into it. He hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and he needed to
keep his strength up.
Her silence ate at him as he waited to see what
Becca would do, but she sat there, hands folded neatly in her lap.
“Why did you put the robe on?” He twisted the cap
off the bottle and took a long drink.
“I can’t run around naked.”
“Sure you can.”
Her head tilted, a giggle escaped before she
sobered up once again. “I sound like my mother.”
“Tell me about her.” Tyler sat back. During their
time in college he knew her mother would call her constantly, but he never
really asked about her family.
“My mother is a piece of work.” She sighed. “You
know she called me every day.”
He nodded.
“Well, after you left, the calls got more
frequent, and when I graduated she insisted I move back home.”
“Did you?”
She’d crossed her arms over her stomach, and her
features tightened. Did she even realize how much she was telling him with her
body?
“For a while. I knew it was a mistake, but I
needed to build up my résumé first.”
Tyler almost sprang over the table to pull her
into his lap and cradle her close. What ever happened wasn’t good.
“My mother has always been controlling.”
“What about your father?” She’d never mentioned
him.
She shook her head. “I don’t know. All my mother
would ever say is that he wasn’t around.”
It hit Tyler then. She had said my mother,
not my mom. “I’m sorry.”
Her lips tilted up. “After I moved back home, Mother
became even more obsessed with controlling every aspect of my life.”
“That couldn’t have been easy. You’d been at
State, on your own for four years.”
“It wasn’t, and I had grown an attitude.”
“I bet.” He grinned at that.
“At least that’s what Mother would tell me, that
I had attitude. Anyway, without my knowledge she arranged a job for me.” She
snorted, there was no other way for him to describe it. “I should have
realized, there was no way a person like me, straight out of college with only
a bachelor’s degree and no experience should have gotten a job in the catering
department of the Franco Hotel.”
Tyler whistled. “You were excited.”
“Yes, and afraid. The excitement overrode the
fear and things were fine until…”
He waited; he was starting to get a picture, one
he was sure he wasn’t going to like. “Until?”
“Until Randall.” Another sigh escaped her. “I was
so stupid, Tyler. So damn naïve. After you left, I wasn’t really interested in
being with another man.”
“Then this Randall entered into your life.” He
fought down his own jealousy. He’d had other lovers during the eight years they
were apart. Why shouldn’t she? But part of him wished he’d been her only lover.
“Yes. He was older, and I couldn’t believe he was
interested in me.”
“Any man with half a brain would be interested in
you.”
“Thanks.” She drew her lip between her teeth. “I
started to date Randall while working. At first it was fun, then Mother started
pressuring me to marry Randall.”
“Did you?”
“No, but it was damn close. I can see now what
happened with perfect clarity, but then I guess I didn’t want to see it.” Her
voice quivered.
Tyler clenched his hands. He had to let her get
the story out, in her own way.
“Did you know that going to State was the first
time I defied my mother’s will?”
“No.”
“I was always the perfect little girl, then in
high school when I was a cheerleader, I saw you.” She let out a soft breath. “You
were so handsome, two years ahead of me in school, and known as Jackson High’s
resident bad boy.”
“Yeah, I was the ultimate bad boy fantasy.” He
sighed. Sometimes he hated that title.
“Still are.” She gave him a grin. “After I
graduated high school, Mother wanted me to be part of her ladies groups,
charities and all that.”
“You had other ideas?”
“Yes. I wanted to study hotel hospitality, State
was the perfect place. I had the grades, and I even had the scholarships all
lined up. When I told my mother, she went ballistic.”
Tyler could see it—an eighteen-year old Becca
standing up to her mother for the first time.
“She yelled and raged at me, and for once I let
it all bounce off me. Everything I’d done up until that time was to please my
mother. I held my ground, and when fall arrived, I moved into the dorm at
State.”
He’d noticed her the second day of classes. They
were in a marketing class together. It wasn’t until two months later that he
asked her out.
“My mother never knew that I had a lover in
college, not until Randall.” She seemed to curl into herself now, her legs
drawn up, her arms wrapped around them. “Randall and I had been dating about
six months when he asked me to marry him. I was going to say no, but he’d
already spoken to Mother. Not wanting to disappoint her, I agreed. My first
mistake.”
Her breathing grew rapid. “The second one was two
months later. One night he took me back to his place—not unusual, we would go
there and talk.”
“This night was different.”
“Yes. I’d been dragging my feet about a wedding
date. Mother was pressuring me, Randall was pressuring me, and all I wanted to
do was run. That should have been a clue.” Becca surged to her feet and paced
for a moment.
Tyler caught the agony in her gaze, and in an
instant he was at her side pulling her into his arms.
“I was so stupid, Tyler.” Her voice trembled with
the tears she refused to shed.
“Not stupid.”
“Why didn’t I see what was coming?” She
hiccupped. “I trusted him.”
“Shhhh.” He cradled her closer. “It’s okay. You
don’t have to tell me.”
“Yes, I do.” Leaning back in his embrace, she
gazed up at him. “Communication is important. You need to know this, and I need
to tell it.”
Tyler inclined his head, but refused to release
her.
“It started off innocent enough, just some
kissing and light petting, but then Randall got aggressive.”
“He raped you.”
“Almost.” Her voice was barely a whisper now. “I
fought him, hard. I wasn’t ready for him to be my lover yet. He’d ripped my
clothing from me, and hit me. While I was dazed he threw me onto the bed. He
was holding me down when my cell phone rang.”
What a bastard. Tyler tightened his arms around
her.
The laugh she gave wasn’t a pleasant one. “The
only time I was grateful for my mother calling. It gave me the chance to push
Randall off. I grabbed the phone and screamed at my mother to help me.”
“And did she?”
Eyes filled with anger met his gaze, anger and
disappointment. “She demanded that I give the phone to Randall, which I did,
thinking she’d tell him to back off. Instead, he placed the phone on the table
and hit the speaker.” Her body began shaking. “She told Randall he couldn’t
fuck me, but he could use his fingers on me, see if I was still a virgin.”
“Son of a bitch.” If he ever found this man he’d
kill him with his bare hands and her mother, too.
“I was so shocked by my mother’s words. I wasn’t
prepared when Randall forced me back on the bed. But something inside me broke
at that moment. I screamed at the top of my lungs, which startled Randall. I
pushed him off, grabbed my shirt and ran out of his apartment.”
“Shit.” He could picture her trembling and
afraid, out on the streets of San Francisco.
“That’s how I met Angie. She happened to be
driving by, she saw me and realized at once what was happening. She got me into
her car and took me to her apartment. She was an angel that night.
“The next day, Angie came with me to my mother’s
house. I think it helped that she was dating a guy in construction, so he and
his two huge friends helped me pack up my belongings. All the while my mother
raged at me about misunderstanding the night before. I told her there was no
misunderstanding and walked out.”
“You moved in with Angie?”
“Yes. I couldn’t stand to be alone. It wasn’t
until I showed up for work the next day that I realized my mother had secured
the job for me. People treated me differently that day, and suddenly it was
like I was enemy number one. When I was called into my supervisor’s office, I
found out why. Randall was there accusing me of sleeping with him to get a
better position in the department.”
“Bastard.”
“In more ways than one. By then I was so tired of
everything Randall and my mother had done. I walked away from everything. If it
hadn’t been for Angie, I would have been on the streets.”
“When I meet Angie I’m going to give her a big
hug for taking care of you.” He drew her head to his shoulder, holding her
close, wanting to take all her hurt away.
“She’s my best friend for a reason. Needless to
say, I found a new job and began working my way up. Until last week, my dream
job as head of catering at the Palace Hotel opened, it was always out of my
reach. But now it’s right there for me to grab.”
“What about the ex?” He almost hated to ask, but
he had to. He needed to know.
“Alan? I already told you about him.” She relaxed
more into his body, letting him take her weight.
“How did BOB come into play?” he asked, trying to
lighten the mood and take her mind off her past.
Becca laughed, all traces of tears and fears
gone. “Angie, of course. She introduced me to vibrators and the adult store.
She helped me realize that my sexual fantasies weren’t unusual and it was okay
to have them.”
“Yet, you’ve been suppressing your sexuality for
years.”
“Yes.” She turned her face up to him. “It wasn’t
until I saw Alan in bed with my boss that I realized how much I’d been
suppressing. Then I came here and saw you…it was like something broke free. An
old lover, a man I could trust, a man who would be my partner and help me free
the woman inside.”
He was stunned. “Why did you make that
assumption? It has been eight years.”
“I watched you with the horse. The way you
touched her, the way you talked to her, your patience with her. I knew that while
eight years had passed the man I once knew was still there.”
Her trust in him caused his knees to weaken. But
it also worried him. He couldn’t get close to her. Any attachment would
fail—she had her dream job to go back to and he wouldn’t compete with it. He’d
done that once before and lost. “I promise you, I will never hurt you, never
force you, push you some, but the moment you say the safe word tomato,
it ends.”
“Agreed.”
“Good, now let’s get rid of this robe.” Tyler
undid the tie and slipped the robe from her shoulders. “Now tell me what you
want?”
Becca fought to control her breathing as Tyler’s
hands roamed up and down her spine. She’d aired her fears, and he didn’t mock
her, tell her she was silly. He only supported her. Angie had been the only other
person to do that. Her heart stuttered with the knowledge.
“I want…” She licked her lips in anticipation. “I
want to suck your cock. I want to make you come for me.” She pushed him
backwards until he fell onto the chair, then she was on her knees between his
legs. Her fingers encircled the base of his cock.
“Hard as steel, yet soft.” Her index finger
traced up one side, then down the other. “How do you taste?” Her breath brushed
the tip. His cock twitched, then she stuck her tongue out and licked him from
tip to base, and back again.
He groaned, his hands tightening on the arms of
the chair. Becca knew he was enjoying this.
“I can feel you pulsing against my tongue.” She
kissed him from tip to base, before finding his balls, and kissing them, too.
“Oh, Becca.” His fingers tangled in her hair.
Her mouth closed over him. So hard. Her tongue
trailed over his heated skin, savoring his salty taste.
“Yes, sweetheart.” His hips shifted. “Suck me.”
Her nails traced over his balls as she drew him
deep into her mouth. He was so big, bigger than she remembered from college.
And she wanted to take him all. Relaxing her throat, her tongue danced around
him as she hollowed out her cheeks.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, giving her
encouragement that she was doing this right.
She hadn’t sucked a man since Tyler. His fingers
tangled in her hair, guiding her, his hips tense as he kept them from thrusting
when she caressed his balls.
“God, baby, that feels so good.”
Her teeth nipped at the tip then she took him
deep once again. He wasn’t going to last much longer—his balls were tightening
beneath her fingers.
“Baby, I can’t last much longer.”
She didn’t want him to last; she wanted to taste
his pleasure, to make him come. Raising her head, she let his cock slip free. “Let
go, Tyler.” Then she took him all the way in, once again. Now his fingers held
her head and his hips began thrusting. And she took all he had to give.
He cried out and started pulsing into her mouth.
God he tasted good—not too salty, but pure male. And she did this to him. She
didn’t fight his hold, instead she kept sucking and stroking his balls until he
was spent and his cock began to soften. She released him with a pop, and smiled
with satisfaction.
“Witch.” He pulled her into his lap and covered
her mouth with his. His musky taste still on her tongue.
Their tongues danced and Becca squirmed on his
lap, trying to find a way to straddle him. She wanted his cock inside her.
A loud bell rang.
Becca reared back, almost falling off of Tyler’s
lap. “What the hell was that?”
“Warning bell.” A soft curse left his lips. “Jared’s
idea to give the guests a reminder that dinner is in an hour.”
“That gives us enough time.”
“Not yet, sweetheart.” Her took her lips for one
more kiss, and then stood with her in his arm. “Shower, then dinner.”