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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Valerie shouldn’t have been so surprised that folks were clamming up about what happened or didn’t happen at Clay’s the night before. People liked to keep their sexual escapades under wraps, and she certainly understood that because she’d done enough of it herself, but it seemed they were way too keen on keeping secret even the smallest details of what was happening back on the coast.
“I swear, I’m going to reach through this screen and choke Carine.”
“Hmm?” Tim was curled around Valerie on the bed and had been in some odd state betweenI’m listeningand knocked-the-fuck-out. He started stroking her thigh.
She sucked in some air and resisted the reflex to swat his hand away. His touch both tickled and aroused, and since Tim didn’t really seem to be in the mood to play, she didn’t want to get all hot and bothered for nothing.
“Carine,” Valerie said. “She responded to my email. I asked her what happened and if Leah showed up. She told me that Leah had arrived and that she tried to talk Leah out of going to Clay’s, but Leah insisted. She figured that if Leah was going to go with or without her, she’d best go along to supervise.”
“And she didn’t give any other details beyond that?”
“No. She said she’d talk to me when I got back. Leah isn’t answering her emails at all, which is suspicious as hell.”
“Did you try emailing Clay?”
“Actually, yes. In response to my query, he sent a link to a website with an article entitledTen Sexual Positions You Have to Try Before You Dieand closed the message with a little smiley face.”
Tim sat up, sighing, and rubbed his eyes. “He’s fuckin’ with you. Let me have it.”
She gave him the tablet.
He eased back to the headboard and leaned the tablet against his propped-up knee. “Just what kind of trouble do you think she could get herself into?”
“That’s why I was asking you about worst-case scenarios. She’s so unpredictable and rash, that I can’t even begin to imagine what bad choices she’d make.”
“Sometimes you’ve got to give folks room to grow up.”
“Maybe, but in the case of Leah—who’s often completely lacking in impulse control—you’ve got to give her short leash and trick her into believing she’s not wearing one at all.” Valerie crawled into the gap between his legs and knelt, waiting for him to finish tapping out his message to Clay.
She realized what she must have looked like when he lowered the tablet and peered at her over the top edge.
“If you’re going to kneel so prettily right there, I’ll put you to work.”
“I can move to right there.” She pointed to the spot to his left where she’d be able to see his screen.
“Nah, pretty girl, I think I like you there. I’ll be done with this in a minute. I could sure use a massage. It’s been a stressful week.” He put down his knee, indicated his waistband briefly and went back to inputting words into his tablet.
Oh.
She grabbed his waistband and tugged his sweatpants and boxer briefs down far enough to expose his semi-swollen cock and his balls. Smooth, and so enticing—all begging for a swipe of her tongue or the warmth of the inside of her mouth.
He hadn’t asked for that, though.
“Just hands in this massage?”
“Mm-hmm.”
He didn’t look up from his screen, and she didn’t expect him to. He could probably get rubbed to orgasm and not make a sound or change his expression, and she’d always considered making her dom crack to be a bit of a challenge. She liked to think she was that good, but she imagined many people probably did.
She took his heavy balls gently in one hand and wrapped the fingers of her other hand around the base of his thick shaft. Giving him a few tentative pumps, she locked her gaze on his face and memorized the neutral mask of his expression. Then she went to work in earnest, tugging him in long, slow strokes and squeezing her hand up to the top every so often to rub her palm against the slick head.
He made no sounds and no changes to his expression. He kept on gripping his tablet with one hand and tapping out letters with one finger from the other.
She kept rubbing his cock and fondling his nuts, which did give her some hints even if his face didn’t. They practically jumped in his hand, twitching and spasming. They gave clues to his upcoming eruption even if he gave her no verbal reassurance.
He set the tablet on the nightstand and laced his fingers behind his head. Closing his eyes, he let out a breath. It wasn’t a breath of erotic pleasure, but more aDamn, I’m tiredbreath, and that spurred Valerie on even more.
