Текст книги "Sexy"

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Chapter Seven

 

I wait inside the stairwell, backed up against the wall. The door flings open, almost smashes me in the face, and then I push it away and there she is.

Tiffy Preston was on my mind all goddamned night. Even before I knew her name. Her hot breath on the fabric of my jeans during the show last night. Her upturned eyes. I dreamed about those upturned eyes. Pushing my cock down her throat while she looked up at me. Maybe a little bit of mascara running down her face from tearing up with the effort of swallowing me whole.

“You!” she yells, as she pushes me solidly in the chest, making me take a step back.

My dick is already hard.

“What are you doing?” she yells. And if I didn’t already know this stairwell was soundproof, I’d be worried about how loud she is. But I know it’s soundproof. I’ve had other girls screaming up in here before.

And now it’s her turn.

Because I need to get this girl off my mind and there is only one sure way to do that.

Fuck her.

Once I fuck her, she will cease to exist. That’s how it’s always been, and that’s how it’s gonna stay. One very simple solution to the problem that is Tiffy Preston.

“Say something, dammit.”

“Why did you follow me?” I say it as calm as can be. Not one syllable betrays the way I want to push her over, drag that lily-white dress up her thighs, and fuck her from behind.

“What?” She blinks at me.

I almost laugh. But I’m so fucking horny. I’m so in need of release, and I need it to happen now. I don’t want her to start feeling comfortable with me. I just want her to do as she’s told. “Why, Tiffy?”

She bolts, reaching for the door handle and pulling back. But it’s locked from the outside and she stumbles back a step when she realizes this. “We’re locked in!” She whirls around to me. “What the—”

I cup my hand over her mouth. It’s a creeper move, and she takes it in stride, so I have to give her credit for that. “Shhh. Just come with me.”

I take her hand and start climbing the stairs that lead up to the roof. That door is locked too, but I press my back to it, making the keycard in my back pocket activate the mechanism, and then flash Tiffy a smile so she doesn’t realize we’re not locked in.

I can’t have her bolting before I get my chance to erase her from my thoughts.

“What is this?” she asks, all innocent-like, when we step out into the fresh morning air.

“What’s it look like?” I ask back, a little smile of satisfaction creeping up against my wishes.

“A garden?”

“Sorta,” I say, leading her away from the door and the only way back down, so she can concentrate on what’s gonna happen up here with me instead. “I guess they thought about a rooftop garden terrace at one point. But you know, we’re like six thousand feet up in elevation and it’s harder to grow things here than most people realize.”

“You grew up in Tahoe.”

“North Shore, born and raised.”

“What do your parents do?”

“They’re gone,” I say, reaching for her face. I kiss her before she has a chance to say, I’m sorry, like everyone else. Mostly because I just want to imagine her lips around my dick, but also to shut her up about my family.

She kisses me back this time. The roof does it to them. Makes them think a) they are special and b) they are alone. When in fact there are several buildings nearby taller than the Landslide, so technically, lots of people can see us.

She pulls back from the kiss and I growl out my discontent as she stammers to find words. “How many girls have you brought up here?”

Shit, she was supposed to think she was the only one. “Not a lot,” I say. She crinkles her nose at me, but it’s not a lie. “I’m a spontaneous kinda guy, Tiffy. And getting up the roof stairs from the penthouse floor is not something you can do spontaneously.”

“Oh.”

She looks at me for a second. Not with suspicion for once, but maybe a little bit of relief. I kinda like it. “Come on, let me show you something.” I pull her hand behind me, still laughing a little inside at how easy it is to take a girl from blind hate to blind lust. “See, they had all these raised gardens planned and everything.” I wave my hand at the sections of concrete acting like flower beds. “For whatever reason, they abandoned the project and this is all that’s left.” It’s not very impressive. Just some dead shrubs and whatever weeds grow up here in the summer. “But they do have this little potting shed.”

“Oh, that’s cute,” Tiffy says. I look back and catch a smile.

I’ve never been up here during the day. Sneaking up to the penthouse floor isn’t a daytime activity. But I didn’t have to sneak. So here it is in full sunlight. I have to admit, it’s a little shoddy-looking when it’s not shrouded in darkness and only lit up by the stars. It’s made out of stained gray cinderblock, the glass is dirty, and there’s a layer of dust clinging to the panes. The metal door is a little bit rusty and it squeaks when I open it.

There’s a storage box in the far corner, and I let go of Tiffy’s hand to walk over to it.

“What’s that?” she asks. “Your nookie stash?”

I look over my shoulder and smile. “Nookie?”

“You know what I mean.”

It is my nookie stash, and she should be pissed off about that. But maybe the layer of dust over the footlocker box is all she needs to believe me when I say it’s been a while. I flip the latch up and open the lid.

“Oh my God. It is your nookie box. How many times have you had sex on that blanket?”

I throw the blanket down on the ground. “Never, you sicko. I make them stand.”

“Asshole.”

“Hey, you asked. If you don’t want to know about the secret life of Fletcher Novak, don’t ask.”

“Is that what you tell them? Don’t ask?”

“I just told you, didn’t I?” I regret my words the second they leave my mouth. She pulls away. “Sorry,” I say, meaning it. I don’t ever make the girls feel cheap when they’ve got my attention. It’s one night, I make sure they know that. And I just told Tiffy that it’s a one-time thing. But I don’t have to rub it in. “I have not had sex on this blanket, OK? I use it for picnics.”

“I’ve heard everything now.” She snorts.

“Hey, I’m a romantic, what can I say?”

“You’re playing me right now, aren’t you?”

“Only if you want to be played.”

“Why did you bring me up here?”

“Why do you think?”

We stare at each other for a few seconds. I can practically hear her thoughts. Her inner voice is telling her to run. Get as far away from me as possible. They all think that. But none of them can resist me. I’m not saying that to be obnoxious. It’s just true. I have that ‘it’ factor. Something about me just screams sexy.

“Have you thought about me?” I ask. “Since last night at the show? Because I’ve thought about you.”

“What did you think about me? That I’m your next victim?”

“No, actually.” I smooth down the blanket on the ground of the shed and then step towards her, taking her face in my hands and pulling her tight against my chest. “I’ve thought about your hot breath as you panted against my cock when I was standing on your chair. I thought about your upturned eyes, looking at me if I ever got the chance to get you on your knees.”

She gulps air.

“Now tell me what you’ve been thinking about. Because you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want to be.”

“We’re locked in,” she whispers as my mouth moves in closer.

I kiss her softly. No tongue, just a small, tender kiss that makes girls melt. “You have a phone, Tiffy. One call to your BFF, Claudio, and you’re free.”

She stares at me.

“But even though I might be the biggest prick you ever met, you want me, don’t you.”

She swallows hard.

“And I want you. That’s why we’re here. I want you. So if you don’t feel the same way, now’s your chance to say so.”

“I want…” She stops. There was a word on her lips, but I’m almost certain it was not my name. Jealousy heats me up in a millisecond. What kind of girl has another man’s name on her tongue when she’s gazing up into my eyes?

“What?” I say sharply. “What were you gonna say?”

“I want to be irresistible. Like you.”

“What?” I have to admit, I’m surprised. And then I laugh. “Are you a virgin?”

“I’m twenty-six, asshole. I’m not a fucking virgin.”

“Then what do you mean? I’m confused.”

“You’re just…” She sighs. “So good at this stuff. Seduction, right? I’m bad at it.”

“Who do you want to seduce?” My jealous rage is back.

“No one. Not specifically. But you’re so confident. And I’m so… not. I feel like I should take notes.”

It’s my turn to sigh. “What, you want me to teach you how to seduce someone?” The irony is not lost.

“Well, look. I hate you. I really do. You had me grabbing your cock last night and then I got accused of sexually harassing you. You made me feel like an idiot in that meeting with your plans and proposals. And now I’m up in your sex den, and I’m not sure what’s happening.” She looks at me with pleading eyes. “Tell me how you get all this control. How do you do it?”

I think about this for a few seconds, and then take a calculated risk. “How many blowjobs have you given in your life, Tiffy?”

“What?” She laughs, putting her hand over her heart like the word ‘blowjob’ is an assault on her virtue.

“Any?”

“I’ve given… one,” she admits, and then averts her eyes.

I’m turned on again. “One? One is not enough. If you want to know how to control a man, you don’t need to look any further than your own mouth. Men are drawn to lips. Every girl they ever think about sexually starts with an image of their cock in that girl’s mouth. So if you want control, you gotta lead a guy to your mouth.”

She takes a deep breath. “Go on.”

God, why am I so annoyed that she’s asking me for pointers? I can make her do anything I want right now. I should be celebrating.

“Please,” she begs. “Tell me.”

I place a hand on her shoulder and push. “Get on your knees.”

She drops to her knees on the blanket without question and my dick grows inside my jeans. She looks into my eyes for a second, and then embarrassment takes over and she looks down.

“Look at me.”

She does. Those amazing green eyes turn up and I almost moan.

“Now bite your lip a little. Get my attention.” Fuck, she has my full attention as her white teeth take a little nibble of her lip. “That’s nice,” I whisper, dropping down on one knee in front of her. I take her face in both my hands and lean in for another kiss. “I can already picture my hard cock filling you up.”

And then I stand back up and start unbuckling my belt. The metal clanks and the leather makes a zipping sound as I whip it off. “Bend over, put your forehead to the blanket and put your hands behind your back.”

She does that hard swallow again, but then she does as she’s told. I bind up her hands with the belt and cinch it tight enough to make her squeal. “Now,” I say, placing a hand on her shoulder to give her a little push, “back to kneeling.”

She struggles to right herself in front of me, but I help her when she needs it and then there she is.

Perfect.

Innocent.

And perfectly fuckable.

“In my opinion, girls use their hands too much. So lesson number one for giving a fabulous blowjob is to let the guy do his thing. Let him play with you first and keep your hands to yourself.” I unbutton my pants with a small snap and then drag the zipper down. I reach inside, pull my hard cock out from my boxer briefs, and present her with it.

She stares at my length for a moment, and then her eyes shoot up to mine.

Holy mother. I want to come on her face and we haven’t even started. “Don’t open your mouth yet, Tiffy.” I swear, she trembles when I say her name. “Just let me rub my cock along your lips.”

She keeps her mouth closed as I bring my tip to her face. And when I touch her soft skin, her lips don’t press together. They move, ever so slightly, as I play.

“You want to know how to make a man want his cock in your mouth, Tiffy?”

She nods. And then, even though I don’t expect it, she says, “Yes, Fletcher. Tell me. Show me how to do it.”

I have to stop for a moment. She is unbelievably sexy. “If your hands aren’t tied behind your back, then you place a finger in your mouth. Tease him. Bring his attention to your lips. Make him imagine all the ways they can move. When you bite your lip, show him a little tongue. It drives me wild.” Wait. “It drives them wild,” I correct.

She smiles coyly at my slip-up. She knows she’s beautiful, dammit. She’s probably given a hundred blowjobs and here I am trying to tell her what to do. Shit, she’s probably playing me.

I can’t handle that thought. I can’t handle the image of her blowing other men and taking me for a ride. So I stop playing with her mouth and aim my cock right for her opening.

Her lips wrap around me, slightly sucking. Fuck, yeah, this chick is hot. She looks up at me, her eyes half-mast and her cheeks flushed pink. I grab her head and bring her closer to me, little by little so she doesn’t gag.

She inhales sharply through her nose, trying her best to be accommodating.

And that’s it, man. I’m gonna blow.

I pull my dick out of her mouth and pull her to her feet.

“What?” she asks. “What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing,” I growl. “Nothing.” I spin her around and untie her hands, throwing the belt on the ground as I spin her back. I push her up against the door to the shed and hike her dress up her thighs. “I almost came down your fucking throat.”

“Isn’t that the objective?”

Objective? Fuck. I’m gone. She thinks she’s part of some sort of training and I’m ready to explode. “Sexy Man’s Rule Number One, princess. Never come before the girl.”

She laughs as I pull a condom out of my back pocket, tear open the foil packet, and slip it over my shaft. “Sexy Man’s Rules?”

“Yeah,” I say, grabbing her hips and lifting her up so I can spread her thighs apart. “It’s a column in some magazine Chandler gets delivered backstage. Now stop talking.”

Chapter Eight

 

“Wait.”

“Shit,” he mumbles, taking a step back, letting my legs go until my feet touch the floor again. He takes a few deep breaths. “What’s wrong?” He doesn’t sound mad, which surprises me since he’s so clearly ready to get on with things. And then he threads his fingers through his hair and gives me a look that says he’s doing his best, but the only thing on his mind is fucking.

“I barely know you.” It sounds very needy, even to me. And when his brow scrunches up, I know he’s ready to walk out.

And I don’t want him to walk out. Fletcher Novak might be a dickhead, but he’s a seriously hot dickhead. And he’s got more experience in his toe than any man I’ve ever been with. And the promise of pointers has me intrigued.

So I salvage this situation the only way I can. “Tell me what to do,” I say, blushing as the words come out.

My reward is a smile. Not just any smile. Not just any Fletcher Novak smile, either. But something… very… genuine. His blue eyes light up, and smile wrinkles line his face. He looks almost boyish. If a rock-hard man like him could ever be boyish.

“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.

He pulls my panties aside. Just a fraction. Just enough to let the air sweep in across my clit. Just enough for the tip of his tongue to find its mark. Just enough to—

“Oh,” I moan. Fuck, yes. “Ohhh,” I groan out again. I grab his hair and push his face deeper into me.

My back buckles and my hips thrust up, like I’m the one fucking his face now. I rub myself along his scratchy chin, angling my body so that he hits me as I reach that climax and then sail away into the moaning of the most exquisite release I’ve ever experienced.

He licks me a few more times and then nips my inner thigh until I squeal. “Miss Preston,” he whispers, “I do believe I owe you a taste.” He scoots up my body, dragging that still very hard cock along my belly, right up my two-thousand-dollar pristine white dress.

Then his tongue is in my mouth. It’s sweet with my own desire. It’s tangy, tasting of the most sexual moment I’ve ever had with a man.

“We’re not done yet,” Fletcher says, taking my hand and pushing it down onto his cock. I squeeze him, then flick my fingertip over the little bead of liquid, smearing it across his head as I close my eyes. “Have you ever had multiple orgasms?” he asks.

“No,” I mumble sleepily.

“You’re about to.” He eases off me, flips me over on my stomach, and drags the zipper down my dress.

I don’t care what he does at this point. I just want more. I have never had sex like this. Ever.

He slips my arms out of the dress and then slides it down my legs and tosses it aside. When I look over my shoulder, he’s standing up, kicking off his boots. I watch him from that position and he grins as he takes his faded and ripped jeans off, one leg at a time.

I close my eyes as he eases himself over the top of my back. I open my legs to give him access, but he slaps my ass and says, “Close them back up, princess. I’ll tell you when I want you to move.”

Jesus. He’s got my full attention once again. And I obey without questioning him because he is clearly the expert here.

He reaches down between my now closed legs. He fingers my asshole, just briefly, and then he thrusts his fingers inside my pussy, pumping in and out—quick and rough. He drags the pool of come and saliva up my ass crack, and then I hear the tell-tale sound of another condom being ripped open. He slaps it on and positions the tip of his hard cock between my cheeks.

I look over my shoulder nervously. “I’ve never—”

“Shhhh,” he says. “I know. Just trust me.”

I don’t trust him, not for a second, but his cock eases past my asshole and slips right up into my pussy like it was meant for him. He reaches around my hip and lies down across my back, tilted to the side a little so he can continue playing with me as he eases his cock in and out. So slowly, I’m moaning for more without even realizing it.

It feels so amazing. My virgin ass is so sensitive to all the new touching. And even though this is just plain old pussy-fucking, it’s new in every way possible.

The hand underneath me finds my clit and starts strumming in the same rhythm as his hips.

I lose it before I even know what’s happening.

“You needed a good fuck, Tiffy. But holy shit, woman, you’re driving me nuts with your little moans and squeals. I’d fuck you all day if I could. I’d eat your pussy out so much, you’d be sore. I’d fuck your ass and your mouth next.”

I come. I come hard. Then he’s flipping us over, positioning me on top of him. I lift up a little and he shoves his cock inside me.

“Ride me, princess.” He reaches up and squeezes both my tits in unison, then tweaks my nipples until I gasp. “Harder,” he commands, as I move slowly. “Faster.”

I obey. I rock on top of him and then fall forward, drained beyond belief. He slaps my ass, and the crack of the smack wakes me up.

I push myself down into him. And he fills me up so much, I cry out from the pain.

“Shhh,” he says, kissing my mouth. “Sorry,” he whispers. “I just want to be inside you. All the way inside you.” And then he pushes my exhausted upper body off him, so I’m sitting on top again, and twists my nipples until I groan. “Fuck, yeah,” he says. “You like that, don’t you, princess?”

I mumble out a, “Yes,” but before I can say anything else, he tugs my upper body back down to his chest and starts hammering into me from below. His balls slap against my asshole so hard, I am breathless.

Utterly breathless.

He holds me down as I struggle to sit up so I can fuck him back. He grabs my hands behind my back and grips my wrists with fierce determination as he continues to pound. The little room fills with the noise of skin slapping skin and that’s it. That added sensory input is all I need to wail out my third orgasm.

Fletcher comes at the same time, grunting into my neck. He releases my wrists and slaps my ass, then grips both cheeks as we reach the pinnacle of pleasure together.