Taming His Tutor(32)

She felt so fucking good.

If she wanted to get her vixen on, fine by him. But ultimately, this was where it was at. She could dare and tease and try it on. But it would always end up like this—with him deep inside her. With her welcoming him. And what a welcome.

That was what he wanted.

He’d had to flip it—seeing her hesitate when she’d first gone astride him? Seeing the passion leach from her eyes as doubts crept in? He couldn’t let that happen; he’d had to take charge. And fuck him if it hadn’t been the best idea ever. Turned out she responded most to him taking charge.

How the hell could she think she wasn’t an equal participant?

But the way she’d clamped so tight on his finger when he’d pushed inside her was nothing compared to the sensations pouring through him now.

Her big breasts were flattened against his chest, her body a heated satin cushion. And her pussy like a vise on his aching cock. She clenched on him again and again like she was trying to milk him every time he thrust deeper.

So he couldn’t stop thrusting.

Vixen, all right.

When he shifted his position slightly, pushing against her at a different angle, the little trickster wriggled her hips and kept up her feminine assault on him. Like she didn’t want to let him go ever.

And he was losing. Losing and loving it.

How the hell could she think she was bad at this? How could any guy tell her that bullshit? Momentarily angered, he grasped her wrists again, pulled her arms up above her head, pushing them deep into the mattress. Driving closer still.

Her moans were music to him. The flush in her cheeks deepened; her wide eyes were glazed and fixed on him.

“This is so fucking good, Abbi. Got that? So. Fucking. Good.” He emphasized his point literally.

There was no finesse anymore. This was an out-and-out fucking. A fast fight in which he thrust as deep as he could, as hard as he could, over and over and over. And she met him stroke for stoke, her lush hips lifting, her inner walls clenching. Until sweat dampened her beautiful hair and her skin was rose-kissed all over.

Until he couldn’t hold back the wave of pleasure any longer.

“Come,” he almost snarled at her. “Come for me. With me.”

Her neck arched and just as he heard her scream, he felt her heated sheath contract around him. Fuck, he had no control against this. He roared in satisfaction as he thrust deeply twice more, coming hard. His orgasm so insanely intense he had to close his eyes and try to remember how to breathe.

She’d wrung him dry. And at the same time that feeling flooded him—unutterable relief. Sweet serenity filled his bones.

He dropped onto her, unable to move even though he knew he was too heavy. But he didn’t want to leave his heavenly pillow just yet. Didn’t want to withdraw from the woman who’d just wiped him out.

He still had her wrists in his grip. Satisfaction charged through him again, the feeling of pleasure greater than any victory he’d had on the court.

He finally had the girl who’d starred in his hot teen dreams right where he wanted her.

And it was so much better than any damn fantasy.





Chapter Nine

“Definitely don’t act needy. Never ask, ‘Do I look fat in this?’ or similar questions.”

“So.” Abbi felt her blush growing but made herself continue. “How was it for you?”

“You really have to ask?” Joe rolled onto his side, amusement in his eyes. “You want to do a postmortem on that?”

She nodded, determined to carry on. “An analysis, yes. Isn’t that why I’m here? To learn what works and what doesn’t? It’ll make the app better.”

“An analysis…the app,” he echoed softly and closed his eyes momentarily. “Of course.”

“Don’t mock me.” She so had to remember this was just an experiment. This was helping her personally, sure, but it was also for work. And she could keep it on that emotionless level, right?

“I’m not.” He swiftly rolled back into place—above her. “I’m happy to analyze.” He lifted up and resettled between her thighs. “So how was it for you?”

OMG, she was hot again already. Having him there? Over her? Gazing down at her? Asking after her? Probing? “That’s not—”

“It’s totally relevant. If you’re not having a good time, then how can I? That’s a huge part of sex. Mutual pleasure.”

“I had a good time,” she said softly. She was having a good time now too. Having him this close was the most exquisite experience of her life.

“So did I.” He reached out and stroked a strand of hair from her face. “You’ve been sleeping with the wrong kind of guys, sweetheart.” He drew in a deep breath. “You need someone strong.”