He did.
She lightly slapped his inner thigh. “Wider.”
When he did as she asked, she ran her fingertip over the most sensitive spot, just under the head. “Does this feel good?”
Nick gritted his teeth. “Too good.” She was going to make him lose it before they even got going.
She fisted him, pumping while squeezing the base hard with each descent. “Moan for me.”
A strangled laugh escaped him. “Men don’t moan.”
“Don’t they?” She brought her thumb to his mouth, tapping, and slid it between his lips, making him suck involuntarily. “That’s it. Get it nice and wet.”
Fuck, she was making him taste his own arousal.
“Good.” She pulled out her thumb, drawing it out with a pop as he reluctantly let her go, only to have her grip him again. Nick closed his eyes. He bucked in her hand with every stroke, sinking into a dizzy erotic haze, his entire body hot, his ass beginning to clench with electric tingles that grew in intensity with every passing second.
“That’s good,” she said. “Now get on your hands and knees.”
His eyes flew open, widening.
“Now,Sebastian.”
Sebastian.Jesus … her tone … this was … she was …
Part of him screamedno. He didn’t do this. This wasn’t who he was.
Was it?
“People have no idea how to use their bodies and what level ofpleasure they can experience if they set aside their inhibitions,” she recited sarcastically.
His words, repeated back to him.
Well, hell. If he weren’t turned on to the max, he might have laughed. But his reaction to her commands wasn’t funny; it unnerved him, even as her hands did things to him that made his eyes roll back in his head.
She leaned close, still jerking him, long, perfectly timed strokes that kept him on edge, nudging him to the brink, never allowing him to go over.
“I want to watch you come so hard that you see stars.” She squeezed him, then blew in his ear, making his entire body spasm. Then, she let him go. “Turn over.”
What?No.
And then, she did something that made his jaw drop: she slapped his length.
“Now.” Her eyes were twin blue flames.
She wasn’t taking no for an answer, it seemed.
Head reeling, he got on all fours.
“That’s it,” she murmured. “You’ll like this, I promise.”
For a few beats, she didn’t touch him again, and all he could hear was the blood whooshing in his ears and the sound of his ragged breathing as he waited, wondering what the hell he was agreeing to.
And then, he heard the unmistakably familiar click of a plastic cap.
His head whipped around so fast, he got lightheaded. Jannie knelt behind him, smirking, a travel-sized bottle of Astroglide in her hand.
Nick stared at the purple cap. “What’s with …?”
