Sweet Torment(16)

"Claud  … "

"Not full-on sex. I'm talking about the prerequisite stuff. Kissing." She presses a soft kiss to my lips. "Touching." She glides her hands over my chest. "Exploring." Her hands move lower toward the fly of my jeans. 

I grab her wrist when she tugs to open my pants. "And what happens when we get carried away and I have you shoved against the wall again?"

"I'm the one who needs the tutoring so you tell me what happens."

Damn, restraint is draining. I take her hand in mine and kiss her inner wrist. "We're going to do the safe thing and watch a movie."

Claudia dramatically exhales as she falls against the back of the couch. "God, my boyfriend is a twenty-three-year-old man who acts a hundred and three."

"Well, this twenty-three-year-old man can't take another hard-on without getting off. My balls can't decide if they should explode or implode."

She sits up and reaches for my pants again. "Duke …  let me make you come."

"Ah, fuck, I can't take this. You're killing me."

"It's my fault you're in this kind of misery." She yanks open the button on my jeans and lowers my zipper. "Let me help you get some relief. You'll feel so much better."

I move her hands and push my dick back in my pants when it juts out. "There's nothing I'd love more, but I can't let you."

She lowers her head. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I love that you want to make me feel good. Trust me. I'm going to let you as soon as I can."

Hands. Mouth. Pussy. Ass. I'm going to wear all of it out.

"Forty-nine days," she whispers.

"It's going to be so good when it happens because we had to wait." I'll know it was worth every minute of holding back when I finally get to slide my cock inside her.

"You've never had to wait for sex with anyone else. You wanted it and they gave it to you right then and there."

"I don't want to talk about that." When you're young, drunk, and fucking a girl who spread her legs for you, you never once consider having a conversation about it years later with the woman you love. You don't think about how you'll one day need to explain how you used another woman's body for your own selfish pleasure. And you damn sure don't contemplate how you'll justify taking an act intended for true love and turning it into nothing more than a way to get your rocks off.

I never knew how much I'd regret the ones who came before her.

"I know you've screwed around with other girls. I may be young but I'm not stupid."

"I don't think you're stupid or naïve, but it's never a good idea to talk to your girlfriend about what you've done with others in the past. No good can come from it. It'll only stir up bad feelings."

"Phew." She wipes her hand across her forehead. "I'm glad you feel that way. That means we won't have to have the conversation about how many boys have fucked me."

How many boys have fucked me. What the hell? "Wait just a minute."

"Do you think we should watch a movie or binge on a TV series? We have to occupy ourselves with something other than sex and all the things leading up to it for the next forty-nine days. Maybe we could start watching American Horror Story. I've heard it's really good."

"Back up, little dove."

"To the movie or TV series?"

"You need to explain what you mean by how many boys have fucked me."

"There's nothing to explain. You said we're not having that conversation because no good could come from it. Don't go getting your panties in a twist with me when you're the one who put an end to that discussion."



       
         
       
        

"I didn't think such a conversation existed on your part." I assumed because she hadn't dated, she hadn't had sex. I guess that was a dumb assumption.

"So you want to talk about me, but we don't get to talk about you? You have to know that isn't going to fly with me."

"I want to know how many there have been."

"No. You said we weren't talking about it. So we aren't."

I'm not letting this go until I get some answers. "Yes, we are. Tell me now. How many boys have fucked you?"

She wraps her hand around my chin and squeezes so my lips pucker out. She presses a quick kiss to my mouth and releases her hold. "No one has fucked me. I've been saving myself for you."

"You. Little. Shit. Come here." I yank her onto my lap, facedown, and smack her on the ass three times. "I'll teach you not to fuck around with me like that."