“Fuck,” is his response. “You’re like a fucking porn star right now.”
I laugh. “I’m so not.”
He grabs my face and kisses me so hard my knees go weak. My head spins, and then his teeth grab my lip and give it a nip. I pull back from the shock, but his hands tighten against my head, and he pushes his tongue further inside.
And we kiss. We pant and twist together. His hips find mine and start to grind. His hard cock presses against my belly, making me heat up from the core.
He draws back, still holding on to my face with those strong hands, and stares into my eyes. I feel like he can see inside me. All my insecurities and doubts. All my failures and faults. “You want to know how to make me want you, Tiffy?”
I breathe hard and nod. “I want to know how to make all men want me. I want to know how you do it. You’re… hot. And charming. But you’re bad in every way that girls hate. So why do they want you?”
“Why do you want me?”
I swallow. “I’m not sure. That’s why I need to know. I want to be that girl. I want men to desire me the way I desire you right now.” The lust in his eyes multiplies as my words sink in. “And I have no good reason to want you. I don’t even like you.”
He laughs at that and I’m drawn deeper into his spell. “That’s what they all say.”
“Why do they say it? Why do they let you use them when they know you’re just playing? When they know there’s not a serious bone in your body, that you’re using them?”
“Why are you here?” He pets my cheek as he asks it. And that’s why.
“You trick them. You’re tricking me right now. Pretending to care with a tender gesture.”
“Why is it pretending? If I’m here trying to make you happy in the moment? Why is that a lie?”
“Because you don’t want me. You want to fuck me.”
“Do you want me?” His laugh makes me wince. This is so easy for him. “You don’t, do you? You’re asking me to teach you how to make men desire you. Not how to make me desire you.”
“You’re already here.”
“I’m here because you got my attention. So you’re obviously doing something right.” He watches me think about this for a moment. “But you want someone else, don’t you? And that’s the guy you’re thinking of as I stand here with my dick pressing up against your stomach.”
I can’t even deny it.
“So you’re using me.”
I wait for him to walk off, but he doesn’t. In fact, he does the opposite. He strokes my cheek again and I can feel that burning desire deep in my core. He leans in and kisses my mouth in a new way. A tender way.
I melt. I want him again. Even though I know the minute we leave this roof I will regret it, I want him to keep going.
“You touch him, Tiffy.”
“What?”
“Whoever it is you want. You get him alone, and you touch his arm like this.” He traces a finger down my bare skin and makes me shudder. “So softly, it almost tickles. And then you look him in the eyes and smile.”
His smile, combined with that fingertip dragging down my arm, has me spinning.
“When you talk to him,” he continues, leaning into my ear, “you get close. As close as you can. And you drop your voice to a whisper.” His breath hits my neck and then finds its way into the shell of my ear.
I moan, my whole body pressing against him. “You make it seem easy.”
“It’s easy if you’re right for each other.”
“How do you find so many who are so right for you when I can’t even find one?” I look up at him, begging him for this answer. “Why do some people draw love to them, and all I can find is… you?”
He laughs that off, but not as easily as before. “You don’t get offers?”
I shake my head. “Not like this.”
“Do you want me to stop, Tiffy?” He stares down at me, his fingers still working their magic on my arm. “Because I will.” I look away, but he gently moves my chin back so I can’t escape. “I don’t want to, but I will.”
But the truth is, I don’t want him to stop. I want him to do everything to me. Everything. But for all the wrong reasons. Fletcher Novak is very hot, but he’s not my type. And this makes me a user, just like him. I only want whatever will come from this experience and not the man himself. And I’ll get in a lot of trouble with my father if he finds out I’m having this kind of relationship with an employee.
“Maybe we—”
But I stop. Because his hand slides under my dress and begins playing with my pussy. Rubbing my clit right through my panties.
“I know what girls like, Tiffy. And I know what guys like. We all like the same thing. To feel special. To feel good. And this feels good, right?”
I am practically panting, that’s how good it feels.
He rips off the unused condom, throwing it aside, and then takes my hand and places it on his hard cock, gently moving it up and down until I make a fist around him. He’s thick, and so hard.
“Guys like that, Tiffy.” He takes my other hand, finds my pointer finger, then brings it to my lips. “Use your mouth, remember?”
I touch my lips, then lick my finger.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck, yes.”
I pump him faster, squeeze him harder. He raises his head and arches his back a little before returning his gaze to me. “How close are you? I’m so fucking close.”
“Close,” I repeat, then hesitate.
“How do you like to come, Tiffy? With my fingers doing this?” He strums my clit in little circles and then drives a finger deeper, pushing inside me, right through my panties. “Or with my cock filling you up until you scream?”
“God, I don’t know. I never really do that.”
“Do what?” he asks, taking my finger that’s still up to my lips and kissing it. He puts it inside his mouth and sucks, then slips it out and kisses my mouth. His mouth is hungry. It’s rough again, the tenderness forgotten.
“Get off. I don’t really get off.”
Everything stops—his mouth, his fingers still trying to work their way inside through the barrier of my hundred-dollar lace panties—and he just stares at me. “You don’t orgasm? Ever?”
I laugh, a little bit embarrassed. “I do, I mean, yeah. But only when I…”
He cocks his head at me. “When you…?”
I shrug.
“Masturbate?” he finishes.
I nod, blushing.
And before I know what’s happening, he’s swooped me up into his arms and is kneeling down on the blanket. He lays me down, then spreads my legs and positions himself between them. His cock is still stiff, and he pumps himself a few times absently.
“No more talking, OK?”
I nod, ready for that part of this to be over.
“Just close your eyes, relax, and forget all that bullshit we just talked about. Put all that out of your mind and just feel good for me.”
And before I can even nod out a yes, he’s got my knees up to my chest, my legs spread wide, and he dives between them. My panties are still on, and I stiffen, but he strokes my knee softly and whispers, “Be still.”
I am still.
Until the heat of his breath passes over the thin layer of fabric that stands between him and what we both clearly want. I want him to rip my panties off so bad. I want to feel the texture of his tongue as it sweeps along my folds. I want him to push it inside me, fuck me with his mouth the way he made me fuck him with mine.
But he leaves them on, licking his way up and down the crease between my legs like an expert. His lapping makes them even more soaked than they were, and soon I can feel the pool of desire rushing out. “More,” I beg. I need to feel more.
“Come then, Tiffy. I’ll make you come twice. Three times, probably. But I want it to start like this. So just relax and let that feeling build until you can’t contain it anymore.”
Jesus Christ. No wonder he can get anyone he wants. His words are magic. Everything to do with that mouth is magic. He’s making me crazy.