sure that I would be leaving Jake at his place and we’d connect midweek, but instead he grabbed some clean clothes and followed me home on his motorcycle, parking it in the underground visitor parking and joining me in the elevator.
“So, are you sick of me yet?” he asked with a flirtatious grin, his bright eyes gleaming in the fluorescent light. Even behind his glasses, they managed to convey all sorts of mischief and trouble.
I offered him a small smile. “I was actually just thinking that on the way back. I’m surprised that I’m not.”
“You’re surprised that you’re not sick of me?” His mouth hung open in shock. “Wow, uh … thanks, I guess?”
Rolling my eyes, I shook my head and reached for his hand, linking our fingers together. “You know what I mean.”
“I’m not sure I do,” he replied innocently. “Maybe it’s best if you show me just how not sick of me you are.”
A warm flush crept into my cheeks. I quickly looked away. I was terrible, if not completely incapable of initiating things of a sexual nature, and my ability to seduce and allure had never even been tested. Which meant at thirty years old, I was pretty sure it didn’t exist and never would.
“Hey,” he said softly, “what’s wrong?”
I shrugged, bit my lip and continued to look away. “I don’t know how to be … sexy. How to seduce.”
“You’ve never initiated sex before?”
I shook my head as the elevator came to a stop on my floor and we headed down the hall to my unit.
“What about with guys before Ted?”
Fumbling with my keys, I just continued to shake my head.
His hand landed on mine and stilled my frantic movements. “Relax. Here.” He took the keys from me and opened the door.
“There were no other guys before Ted,” I finally managed to say after neatly tucking my flip-flops away in their rightful spot and hanging up my purse on the back hook of the closet.
“So … so wait, I was your second?” He spun around from where he was retrieving a bottle of white wine from the fridge.
I nodded, apprehension filling my entire body. A sudden chill seemed to have swept through the room.
Ted?
I grabbed my elbows and shivered.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
I looked up him. “Why? It’s not like I was a virgin.”
“Yeah, but … ”
“But what? You would have gone gentle on me?” I snorted out a breathy laugh. I wasn’t getting sick of Jake, but I was certainly getting tired of being treated like something fragile, as if at the slightest shock I’d shatter into a million pieces.
His lips twisted in thought. “Well, no … but maybe I would have understood things better.”
“Understood what? Why I’m so lame in bed? A limp noodle who just lays there like a starfish? Is that what you’re saying?” I wasn’t even sure how it happened, but my hackles were suddenly up and my hands were on my hips.
“Whoa, whoa, why are you picking a fight with me? And I never said you were lame in bed. That couldn’t be further from the truth.”
“Then what are you saying?”
“I’m saying that it would explain why you’re timid in bed, hesitant to make a move or take control. You follow my lead. But baby,” he grabbed my hand and brought my knuckles to his lips, “you’re anything but lame.”
My lips dipped into a pout. “You’re sure I’m not boring you?”
He let go of my hand and tossed his head back to laugh. “Freya, we’ve been sleeping together for less than a week. You’re definitely not boring me. And if you were, I wouldn’t have insinuated myself into your world the way I have. You’ve got me on a leash. I’m yours, woman.”
I glanced up at him from beneath my lashes, taken aback by how candid he was able to be. “You’re sure?”
“So sure.”
Shaking my head, I studied my feet again. “I still don’t know how to seduce though. I’m not even sure where I’d start.”
“You initiated things the first night,” he offered.
I shook my head. “No, I kissed you on the cheek, and you took it from there. All I did was say okay. I have no idea how to be seductive.”
He grabbed two glasses out of the drying rack from the sink and poured us both wines, passing me mine and taking a healthy sip of his own. “Well, now that,” he grinned wolfishly, “I can help you with.”
I took a sip of my wine, my mouth feeling very dry, while if I was being completely honest, other parts of me were growing wetter and needy. “How?”
“Easy. We’ll start slow. Tell me what kinds of things you like in bed. What do you like to do?”
“Jaaaake,” I whined, growing increasingly uncomfortable with the idea of the whole thing. “I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can’t.”
“That’s not an answer. Why not?” he pressed again, cocking his hip into the counter and looking at me with open curiosity.
“Because it’s weird. It makes me feel uncomfortable talking about … you know?”
“About sex?”
I nodded.
“Why?”
“I don’t know, it just does.”
“But yet you have sex?”
I shrugged. “Yeah. I go the washroom too, but I don’t want to talk about it.”
Another deep and masculine laugh rumbled through my small apartment. “Touché. But I still think we should talk about it. I need to know what you like and what you don’t.”
“I—” How could I tell him that I liked everything he did? That in the short time we’d been together, he’d given me more pleasure than Ted had in nearly seven years, and that there hadn’t been one thing he’d done that I hadn’t enjoyed … immensely.
But he cut me off. “Let’s try this instead. I’ll ask you questions, and you just say ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ Does that work?”
“I guess … ”
“Okay. Let’s start.” He wandered into the living room and sat down on the couch as if he belonged there. I followed him and perched on the edge of the love seat, my hands folded in my lap and my toes dug into the sage and wheat area rug I’d bought when we first moved in. “Do you like it when I kiss your neck?”
“Yes.” I took a big sip of my wine, my face growing hot.
“Do you like it when I bite your neck?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like it when I slowly unbutton your blouse and open your bra, letting your sweet breasts tumble out?”
My chest began to rise and fall in ragged breaths. “Yes.”
“Do you like it when I take one of your perfect little nipples in my mouth and suck and flick it with my tongue?”
“Y-yes.”
“Take off your shirt.” I blinked at him for a second, realizing that he’d given me a command and not a question. But after half a second, I complied, sitting there in just my plain white cotton bra and old acid wash jeans. The warmth continued to spread across my skin and along my arms. “Do you like it when I run my hands down your body? Cupping your breasts, kneading them, tweaking your nipples?”
“Yes.” I sighed, biting my lip. Our eyes locked, and I nearly came on the spot. The way he looked at me was as if I were a gazelle and he a starving lion. Jake was preparing for a feast. Getting ready to devour me.
“Do you like it when I rub your clit with my fingers?”
“Yes.” I panted, licking my lips and crossing my legs, squeezing them in an attempt to find some friction.
“Take off your pants.” Once again, I did as I was told, his eyes glowing lambent like a cat’s, watching my every move but not flinching. He was a calculating and patient predator, and as we continued with our game, I felt an urge to be caught that grew and grew until it was darn near painful. “Do you like it when I spread your lips with my fingers and then lick your clit? Pumping two fingers inside you?”
“Y-yes.” I nodded. “Yes.”
It was incredible—we hadn’t even touched, and yet I was so turned on, ready to combust on the spot. All he’d done was order me to undress and ask me questions, yet there I was, breathless and wet, needy and wanton, ready to submit to anything he asked of me so long as I could run my hands over his hard, beautiful body.
“Do you like it when I make you stand up and turn around, stick your sweet little ass in the air so that I can fuck you from behind?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like being fucked from behind, you naughty girl?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to try being on top? So I can watch you come?”
I swallowed again, the image of me riding Jake becoming all too clear in my mind. “Yes.”
“Do you like having my cock in your mouth? Do you want my cock in your mouth?”
“Oh yes.”
He quirked an eyebrow up and smiled. My eyes traveled down to the V of his legs, and a blatant erection stuck up proud and eager, trying to punch a hole in his shorts.
“Oh yes? Hmm, good to know. Do you like it when I tell you to come?”
I let out a heavy sigh and licked my lips. “Yes.”
“Take off your bra and underwear.”
I hesitated for a second but then obeyed, slowly peeling my white cotton briefs down my legs and folding them neatly, placing them on top of the rest of my folded clothes. My matching bra followed suit.
“You’re beautiful.”
“Jake … ” I whispered.
“Do you like this?” he asked, draining his wine and staring at me with such ferocious need that I thought my heart was going to explode. His hand fell to his erection, and he stroked it within his shorts.
My gaze dropped to his hand. “Yes.”
“Good. Now come here, pretty girl. I have something for you.” He unzipped his pants. “Up on the couch, on your knees,” he urged, his tone kind but with an edge of authority. I did as I was told. It was slightly uncomfortable, but I remained patient and waited for further instruction. Meanwhile, my whole body hummed. “Now, do you like having my cock in your mouth?”
I nodded. “Oh yes.” I was surprised at how much I was enjoying this. Jake certainly was a master at seduction.
“Oh yes,” he mocked. “Well then, show me how much you like it.” With a gentle hand he guided my head down. That hand then trailed down my naked back, drawing gooseflesh up on my skin, caressing my hips and lower back, kneading my butt until I shamelessly pushed back into his palm. “Do you like it when I touch you here?” he asked, continuing to worship my bottom.
“Mhmm,” I hummed, my mouth otherwise occupied.
“Hmm. I wonder if you’ll like it if I do this.” His hand continued to travel behind me, dipping into my center and finding me sopping wet.
Two fingers probed and explored, running up through my folds and around my clit only to plunge inside and pump, making me moan and move into his hand.
“Do you like it when I do this?” he asked, his voice growing ragged.
All I could do was nod and squeak out my response.
“What was that?” he panted, his own concentration starting to slip. “Do you not like this?” He pulled his fingers free.
“No!” I cried, my mouth still full of him. “I love it. Don’t stop!”
“Love it?” His fingers plunged back inside and caused me to come on the spot.
The spontaneous orgasm rippled through me, hitting every single neuron, cell and fiber of my being in unrelenting swells.
Then Jake found his release.
I sat up and licked my lips. He grabbed a throw blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around me before drawing me into his arms. My head fell to his shoulder.
“So?”
“Wow!”
“Yeah. Wow! See, you know how to seduce.”
I blinked a couple of times but then gave up on trying to see straight and closed my eyes. “What?” I finally managed to say. “I’m pretty sure that was all you.”
“Naw, you took off your clothes. You sat there all hot and bothered, panting and licking your lips like I was a choice cut of meat. You hardly had to say two words and I was absolute putty … well, most of me. One very important part of me was rock-hard granite.” He chuckled, the sound a reassuring rumble as my ear fell over his heart. “And licking your lips when you came up from sucking me off … and the fact that you swallowed. All hugely seductive.”
“Really?”
“Really. You’re a little tiger, babe. We just have to let you out of that cage you’ve built around yourself slowly, otherwise you’ll get scared.”
I laughed. “That’s actually a pretty good analogy.”
“Of course it is. Now come on, let’s go have a shower. It’s been,” he looked at his watch, “like five hours since I licked your clit, and I’m going through some serious withdrawals.”