Training Party(3)

Angie felt a laugh bubble up, but she pressed her lips together. She’d never see Tucker act like this. When he reached around her and unhooked her bra, she tried to hold onto it, but he snatched the garment away, and she was naked.

Covering up was her first instinct, yet he looked at her with hunger and power, a mix she’d never seen from any man she’d dated. The nice guys were too nice, and the true bad boys scared her.

“Please don’t. Tucker, I know I’m a freak, but I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m not good at this. I can’t make you happy.” He was her friend. She couldn’t get kinky with him. Sure, she’d dreamed of him like this so many times, but he was safe and good. In her dreams, he turned naughty and powerful, but dreams didn’t come true.

“Oh, I think you can make me happy if you try hard enough. Landon and Dane will love it. The girl they’ve always wanted, on her knees for them.” He slid a confident hand up her inner thigh.

He was so strong, she couldn’t run or struggle. Who was she fooling? Herself? She wanted this. “Landon and Dane?” Her high school fantasy guys who’d fallen for each other and made her feel silly for falling for them. Thankfully, she’d kept her feelings to herself. Southern ladies had men pursuing them, never the other way around.

“It’s complicated. Let’s start by getting you over this performance anxiety thing. Who’s in charge?” he asked.



Her gaze locked with his brown eyes. There was no doubt he had her. Her fantasies started to spin. Would he punish her for the ice cream? What would he do?

“You are,” she whispered.

“What?” He spread her legs open and ran his hands up to cup her breasts.

“You’re in charge.” Her body tingled under him. Wetness was never her problem, instead it was her curse. She got wet so fast, and it never seemed to stop. With one dirty thought, she felt as if everyone at work knew she was horny. Still, she loved how it felt. Right now, her pussy was tight, and her wetness was undeniable. All he had to do was touch her.

“Good.” Tucker stood straight and stared down at her.

His arms were folded. Why wasn’t he touching her?

“What did I do wrong?” she asked.

He smiled. “Nothing. Use your toys and show me how you can come like this book.”

“It’s embarrassing and messy. Wouldn’t you rather have sex?” She ran her hand over the front of his jeans. He was getting hard. “I want you, not more toys.”

Tucker had always been so disciplined and reserved. Landon and Dane had brought him into her world as a friend, and she’d seen his fun side. When she was little, she’d thought he was so quiet, the poor kid who kept to himself. She liked this side of him better.

He grabbed her hands and held them to the bed. “You need to learn this game faster. If you want to have sex, if you want me to fuck you, then you need to obey me.”

“You want me?” She wiggled her hips. He did, and the jolt it gave her was better than ice cream or a new vibrator. This was real.

Tucker smiled and ran his tongue up her slit once. She shivered and groaned when he avoided her clit. He was in charge. Unlike most men, he had self control to spare and wasn’t only interested in his fun.

“I’ve never been watched before.” Ang squeezed her eyes shut.

“You’ll get used to it.” He let her go and stepped back two feet from the bed. His arms were crossed as he stared at her expectantly.

Ang grabbed her pillows and piled them behind her, against the wall. Her bed was in the corner so she had plenty of things to lean on while she played and read. There were three toys on the bed. If he’d gone to her other dresser’s bottom drawer, he’d have found many more, but these were her current favorites.



The vibrating ones would be too easy, and she’d get off before her proper build up. She’d played with the glass one so much. Now, someone had found it. Her face burned as she picked it up.

“When did you do this for the first time?” he asked.

She looked at him then away as she pressed the cool glass to her cunt and twirled so it got wet. “Masturbating. I started…I don’t know. High school.”

“Liar,” he said.

How did he know? They were friends, yet he seemed so intense now. His focus was all on her, and that made her pussy tighten. Rubbing the tip of the toy up her slit, she made it slick for him to see, and her fingers could help her to the goal.

“When?” he asked.

“Middle school, okay? I didn’t really discover this trick that you want me to do until high school when I got a toy.” She pressed the glass to her cunt and her body took it eagerly all the way to the ball end she held onto.