Taming His Tutor (Entangled Brazen) (10 page)

Chapter Twelve

“Keep secrets.”

Abbi stilled, risked a glance down, and saw Joe had
fully
recovered his energy from that last round of “make Abbi scream.”

Joe’s brows flashed up. “Don’t tell me you’ve never given a guy a blow job.”

That wasn’t the issue.

“Abbi.” He reached out and ran his hands down her hair, his amusement audible. “I do believe I have an extra item to cover in today’s lesson.”

“I’m not good at it. I don’t know if I can be good at it.” Certainly not as good as Elle Manning had no doubt been.

She heard his muffled curse. “There’s not a lot to it.”

She arched her brows and gave his cock a pointed look, pleased when she heard his appreciative chuckle. Okay, good, at the very least they might be able to laugh their way through this. If she really fluffed it, he’d give her pointers, right? That was why they were doing this in the first place.

She straddled his thighs, bending toward his big, wide, straining erection. She stared at it, fascinated, thrilled as she watched it strain tighter, larger before her very eyes.

Because of her
.

Heat roared deep in her belly.

“All you have to do is kiss it, or lick it, or suck it,” he said roughly. “And you better do that quick, because you’re making me hot just by the way you’re looking at me.”

She
was the one who was hot.

“Take me, Abbi.” His voice dropped to that low command that got right in her bones.

None of her usual doubts entered her mind. None of the
what should I do now?
line of questioning. This was what she wanted. Just Joe lying before her for pleasure.

She touched lightly at first, with the tips of two fingers, almost tentative as she watched him.

“Don’t worry,” he teased. “I won’t break.”

She chuckled at the ridiculous thought. “You like a firmer touch?”

“I’m gonna like anything you do. Take your time, do whatever you want. I’m yours.”

Hers to explore? She smiled at his boost. He was a good guy.

Now she wondered if he tasted good too. She bent closer, nuzzling into his defined abs, breathing in the scent and warmth of him. Dear heaven, his body was so damn big. So damn perfect. She ran her hands over his chest, swirling the tips of her fingers around his nipples—teasing to see if she could get his as hard as hers. Finally she moved her attentions lower, checking out the silky skin of his shaft, the broad, blunt head of him. She licked at the slit, then roved lower, discovering the weight of his balls, the way he moved when she lightly squeezed them. With every lick, every slide of her fingers, she fell deeper and deeper into a trance of discovery, of pleasure at finding how he reacted.

And her hunger grew voracious.

She wanted to eat him up, couldn’t feast fast enough. She clasped his balls in her hands, wrapped her fist around his shaft, and pumped while taking him so far into her mouth she felt him hit the back of her throat. And she sucked as hard as she could, bobbing her head in a rhythm that matched her hand. Releasing him when he bucked his hips. Then she paused, played, catching her breath before bending to try it again. To take more of him.

The kissing, the massage, the frank discussion of what got her wet and him hard, all coalesced within her. She
wanted
. And she’d damn well do what she wanted. And she wanted to explore every inch of his body.

It was a beautiful fucking body.

She kept licking, kissing, and sucking, just like he’d asked. With every breath, every stroke, she grew hotter. Eyes closed, she moaned and tried to take him deeper in her mouth. She felt his fingers tighten in her hair, liking the tender pull at her temple. She tugged back so she could suck him harder. She wanted to feel him thrust, to fuck her mouth. She wanted him to come.

“I’m not coming in your mouth,” he panted.

She remembered some of those adult films she had watched in the past—and how she hadn’t feel comfortable doing some of the things the women in those movies did. Not with Scott. But now, with Joe, she
wanted
to do those things.
Ached
to do those things.

She withdrew and softly sucked the very tip of him before answering with hoarse, honest desire. “Then come on my face.”

“Fuck!
” His hips jerked and he tried to slide up the bed away from her.

She smiled. That’s what she wanted—him surprised, him excited. Him out of control. “I want you to. Please.”

With a shaking hand he half rolled off the mattress to reach for his jeans and grab a condom from the pocket. “Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered as he sheathed himself.

She eagerly complied.

He got off the bed to stand behind her and tested her with a finger, sucking in a breath as he easily slid into her heat. “You’re so wet.”

“Sucking you off turned me on,” she said simply, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder. Saying things like that when she was really aroused felt natural. Before, any sexy talk that she’d actually managed to think of had stuck in her throat. But she hadn’t had to
think
to say that…she’d just been honest.

She heard a smothered growl, and he gripped her hips. “This isn’t going to be gentle.”

She happily curled her fingers into the pillows. “Whatever you want.”

“You’re not helping me when you say things like that,” he growled.

“I thought you liked me being so willing to please.”

“Oh, I like it.” With a throaty mutter, he thrust deep. “I like it too much.”

She arched her back, tossing her head at the sheer pleasure of his possession. His hands swept around to clasp her breasts. Then one slid lower to her clit.

She clenched on him and bucked like she was a filly being ridden for the first time. All bareback rodeo.

Both his hands smacked back on her hips. She bucked and pushed back against him harder. His fingers dug into her flesh. His thrusts went crazy wild. Knocking her forward, almost off her hands. She spread them wider, fingers gripping the mattress to help keep her balance.

She panted, moaned, cried out as he took her harder than she’d ever been taken in her life. Hotter than she’d ever been in her life. She hadn’t thought anything could surpass last night, but this was animalistic and wild. She screamed as the orgasm hit her. Heat billowed around her, through her, pulsing with every clench of her inner muscles. Never before had she felt anything as good as this.

With one final thrust he came, emitting a long, deep groan of release. She eased forward onto her stomach as his weight came over her.

“Naughty vixen,” he murmured, lazily sweeping his hand down her spine. “You win that round.” He ran his hand along the length of her arm, pressing it into the mattress. “But you will pay for it.”

“Really? Bite me.”

“Oh, I will. Later.” He chuckled. “You sound so pleased with yourself.”

“I am pleased with myself.” She breathed in deeply, satisfaction filling her.

For once, she was very, very pleased with herself.

That was the first time she’d enjoyed giving head. The first time she’d gotten more turned on
doing
rather than receiving. The pleasure in knowing she’d made him lose control was indescribable.

“You make me want to do all these things I’d never wanted to do before,” she admitted. She felt like she’d been missing out on a whole side of herself she hadn’t known anything about—a side that was normal for everyone else.

“Ditto.” He toyed with her hair, sliding it over her back with a lazy finger.

Her heart slammed to a stop. What did he say he did with her that he usually didn’t do with other women? The only thing was sex—bossy-style sex. Her heart thundered again. “You’re not usually this dominant in bed?”

He took a moment to reply. “Not
as
dominant, no.”

“So you’re doing it for me.” She pressed her cheek deeper into the pillow so he couldn’t see all her face. He wasn’t being himself because she wasn’t good enough? He had to act a part to make this good?

“No.” The words sounded dragged from him. “It’s something only you seem to pull from me.”

She rolled onto her side and stared at him.

Please. Don’t let this—the best sex of my life—be yet another man’s disappointment.

…

As Joe watched the array of emotions flit across her face, he felt his heart rip open out of his chest. That yearning. How the hell could she do this to him with just that look? “Damn it, Abbi, you make me want to…claim. To own,” he muttered. The words were choked out of his. Words he didn’t want to think, let alone say. “I have this urge to haul you close and make you
mine
.”

He saw desire flare in her eyes as that familiar flush bloomed over her skin. He was hard again in a second. Fastest-ever recovery time. All he could think about was hauling her close, pushing himself deep and staying there.

His. All his. Only his.

He moved, flipping her onto her back. He deftly ripped off the used condom and pulled on another. He wanted her again. Now. Wanted her exposed and open to him.

Maybe it was just that willingness—the way she looked at him. He could drown in the softness in her eyes. She made him ache for… He didn’t know what.

He closed his eyes, thrust deep inside her, and concentrated.
Keep in the present
. It was all about
now
. And
now
was the delight of Abbi.

He’d keep it slow this time. So slow she wouldn’t be able to cope. So slow she’d whimper and beg until he, too, was driven wild.

“Every guy likes to tame and claim,” he muttered. “It’s all the more fun when it’s a demanding woman he’s up against.”

“I’m not demanding.”

“Yes, you are.” He bit the side of her neck and then licked the spot with a circular motion. “You’re fucking demanding.”

And he loved it.

Chapter Thirteen

“Keep your interactions short and sweet.”

At four thirty in the morning Joe slipped as quietly as he could from her bed.

But she woke anyway.

“Where are you going?” She sat up, pushing the hair from her eyes.

He looked down at her. In the half light of predawn, he could see those blue eyes intent on him. Focused yet soft. Concerned.
Caring
.

It was the way she’d looked at him all those years ago back when he’d been no one with nothing. She’d been the first, hell, the only one to look at him like that—with more than just lust in her eyes. She’d shown more than interest in just his body or, compared with women he’d met in later years, just his bank balance.

Back then when he’d lain in bed alone and thought about her, this was the exact expression on her face. Her interest had been purely in
him
, not what he could maybe offer her. She’d looked like she cared about just him.

Only now her looking at him like this was real. And now it felt wrong.

There was too much depth to it—to her. To what she was offering with just her eyes. He didn’t want her concern or caring. He’d never wanted that from anyone. Never needed it.

Never wanted to need it.

Still didn’t.

And he didn’t want to see her hurt. If he kept going like this, she was going to get hurt.

Damn, he had to pull this back to the easy “lesson” sessions it was supposed to be.

“Sssshhh.” He pressed his lips to hers, mainly to stop himself from staring into her eyes and
falling
. “Sorry. I’ve got a class. You go back to sleep.”

“You’re crazy. People want to exercise at this hour?”

Her soft tones tempted him. For once he didn’t want to leap out of bed. Which was exactly what he
didn’t
want.

“Work comes first,” he answered more sharply than he’d meant to.

There was a small silence. “I know that.”

He gritted his teeth. She’d answered conciliatory enough, but he’d heard the slightest hurt in her tone. And fuck. She was right. The only kind of exercise people ought to be doing at this hour was the horizontal sort. But he’d never missed a class—was always the one to step in if one of his instructors was down, like today. And he’d never before had trouble leaving a lover to get to work. He wasn’t changing for anything. Or anyone.

But he couldn’t leave her with that hurt lingering. Couldn’t undo the progress she’d made. Nor could he let this become more intense.
Playful
was the only way, right? He thought fast. “I’m going to be at Pelly’s bar at eight p.m. You’re going to walk in at eight eleven and you’re going to own me by eight thirty.”

“Eight eleven?”

“On the dot.”

“And I’m going to own you?” She rolled onto her back, reached out for him in the dark.

He took her wrist with one hand and folded her fingers into a fist with the other. “Have me like putty in your hand. Eager to please any way I can.” He punctuated his words by giving a playful squeeze.

“How am I going to do that?” She shook her head. “This isn’t fair. You keep testing me all the time. Expecting me to be able to just do it and I don’t know—”

He shut her up with a kiss. A slow, deep one. The hardheaded woman still didn’t understand that all she had to do was turn up and he was putty. But he didn’t want her to angst all afternoon about what she should do. “Okay.” He eased back. “So you’re still going to turn up at the bar. And you’re going to be picked up by a stranger.” He’d turn this into more of a role-playing thing, keep his distance that way.

“Literally picked up?”

She’d liked that the other night, hadn’t she? “Possibly.” He angled his head. “Think of it as a one-night stand. You’ve had that fantasy, right? Where you go off with a guy who you barely know and have hot sex?”

“You know about that fantasy?” Her voice was soft and tempting in the darkness.

“Everyone has a version of that fantasy.” He’d had that fantasy the second he’d seen her ass swaying as she’d walked across the road the other day.

“You don’t think it’s dangerous and possibly degrading to let a guy I’ve barely spoken to use me that way?”

“Aren’t
you
going to be using
him
?” He smiled. She could so use him. “And this is just a fantasy. It’s me in disguise. And I’m not dangerous. And I’d never degrade you.”

She reached out and pressed her palm on his abs. “I know.”

He was glad she did know that. “Fantasies are just fantasies. There’s no need to overanalyze. I’m okay with anything you want to explore with me. You can tell me anything, ask me anything. I’m not going to judge.”

“You might laugh.”

“That I might, but not because I’m being mean.” He bent close again, brushing the tip of his nose against hers. “I make you laugh.”

“You do.”

“So just let it go. Indulge. Enjoy. You’re safe with me.”

“I know.”

He could hear her satisfied smile. His cock twitched. He shook his head, surreptitiously grabbed the bag of toys, and was gone before he did something reckless and stayed.

…

Abbi was crazy nervous went she walked into Pelly’s bar at exactly 8:11 p.m. She knew he’d be there, but still. She felt like a fool. Scratch that. She felt vulnerable. She’d gone all-out vixen and worn a little black dress—lower-cut and clingier in the body but with a flared skirt. A vintage style that Nadia’s tailor had made. She’d left her hair loose, put on some makeup. She looked as good as she got and she knew that was actually pretty good. And she knew she had some follow-through skills now. With Joe, anyway.

But she was still nervous.

He was leaning against the bar, facing the door, obviously waiting for her and looking so totally off the charts. Jeans of course, but not the faded worn-in kind. These were dark, and with the black muscle-hugging tee, he looked like some super-sexy avenging warrior of the night—all tall and muscled and handsome way beyond everyday.

She stopped just inside the doorway, her attention all on him already.

He lifted the beer bottle to his lips and took a swig, not taking his eyes from her. She stepped forward, watching him swallow, irritation spurting. His drink was more important to him than coming to say hello?

Well, she wasn’t going to walk right over to him.
She
wasn’t making it that easy for him.

Not this time.

She walked to the bar, halfway along from where he was. Joe’s eyes felt like lasers, burning through the black dress. She knew he knew there were no panties underneath. One hell of a bra, yes, but no panties.

The bartender immediately materialized.

She knew why. She had cleavage on show. She never wore a dress cut this low normally. But then she never normally took home strangers from the bar either. Except for that once. But tonight was all about obliterating that memory and replacing it with something far more satisfying. This would be a new, better experience for her to build on.

“What’ll it be?” the bartender asked, giving her an I’m-cool-but-I-know-I’m-hot look.

“Vodka. On the rocks with a twist.” She barely glanced into his face, but she watched his hands as he fixed her drinks.

She didn’t look over to Joe by sheer force of will. She was going to play this one cool. Question was, what did she have to do, to have him like putty? Ought she approach him? Hell, did she need to dig out her phone and search the beta version of the app for cheesy pickup lines? Why hadn’t she thought through her strategy sooner?

She’d been too busy replaying last night’s super-hot-sex in her head.

Peripherally she knew he still stood exactly where he’d been the moment she walked in the bar. He wasn’t moving. Nor was she. So…the putty thing was to be achieved how exactly?

She looked up as the bartender placed her drink on the bar, catching his eyes. He smiled. She blinked. Of course. How could she have forgotten Nadia’s “no fail” four-second eye contact rule?

Ignoring the still-looking bartender, Abbi glanced along the bar to where Joe stood. Her gaze collided with his. Held. Desire thrummed within her. Could he feel it? Could he read the message she was sending?

One. Two. Three—

His gaze suddenly shifted, beyond her. His brows lowered even as his eyes widened. He actually flinched and then tensed up all the more.

Abbi blinked. She hadn’t even made it to the four seconds, hadn’t done the look down and back up thing.

It had failed. With the one guy supposed to be
guaranteed
for her tonight.

But his attention was so totally on something else. Some
one
?

Her skin had gone as cold and clammy as if she’d dived into Arctic waters. But Abbi slowly turned her head to see just what was so interesting behind her.

A woman. She was beautiful. Very tall, slim. She had the athletic sort of physique that would fit right in at Joe’s gym. Not that Abbi was jealous of that. It was the way he was looking at her that sucked. He was looking at her like he was starstruck or something. And the woman?

Looking right back at him. Totally floored.

Abbi turned back to her drink, her hands freezing but her cheeks flaming. She lifted her vodka and took a huge swig. It burned. But not as much as she wanted.

No way was she walking up to him now. No way was she staying. She glanced at him again. He was still looking at that woman. Abbi couldn’t resist another glance over her shoulder at her again too.

Yeah. Tall, willowy. Striking.

Swallowing the hideous disappointment, Abbi turned back, unable to stop her glance from sliding to Joe once more. He’d managed to tear his eyes from the other woman. Now he was watching her. He knew she’d been looking at the other woman. He knew he’d been caught. And that she was bummed.

How freaking mortifying.

Just as she stood up from her stool, he walked toward her.

“Come here often?” he asked roughly.

“Seriously? That’s the best you’ve got?” She didn’t want to do this anymore.

She got that this was just an arrangement for him, but to know that she was still so boring, he couldn’t even get through a few lousy lessons without being distracted by someone more…whatever that other woman was
more
.

Joe said nothing. There was no easy smile. No tease. It was like he was a different person.

“I’m leaving,” Abbi muttered.

“I’ll come with you.”

“Don’t feel you have to,” she suddenly snapped. “Especially if there’s someone else you’d rather talk to.”

He took her hand, hard, and started walking. Furious, Abbi refused to make a scene in front of other people. Refused to make a scene at all. He was a free agent, could do what he liked. And she’d tell him so, as soon as they were alone.

As the door to the bar slammed behind them she wrenched her hand free of his and marched in the general direction of her apartment.

“That wasn’t what it looked like,” he called after her.

She said nothing. Couldn’t just yet. It wasn’t her business anyway, was it? This wasn’t about them sharing anything other than their bodies. He had every right to a private life. And if he’d seen another woman he was intensely interested in?

“She’s my sister.” He ground the words out, like it was the last thing he wanted to say.

Abbi stopped still on the sidewalk and swiveled to face him. “Your
sister
?” She’d had no idea he had a sister. Instinctively she knew he didn’t mean a foster-family sister. She re-framed that episode in her mind. That woman’s height? Those long limbs? He was talking flesh-and-blood family. Abbi marched back to him and grabbed hold of his arm. “Why didn’t you
talk
to her?”

Hell, he hadn’t even waved. He’d stared at her for such an intense moment. And that woman had seen him too. But then Joe had looked away. He’d collared Abbi and gotten the hell out of there.

Why?

“I’m sorry, this lesson was a bust,” Joe said shortly, ignoring her question.

She wasn’t sorry. She was dying of curiosity. But even more than that, she was desperate to help him somehow. Because he was
hurt
.

She held her breath, trying to figure out what she should do or say or whatever. But Joe was definitely feeling crapola. She could see it in his tense stance, in the way he wouldn’t meet her eyes, in the uncharacteristic gruffness of his voice.

“Do you want to go back to the bar?” she asked softly. “I can grab a taxi home…if you’d rather go back alone…”

“I’d rather you didn’t…”

The guy actually looked awkward. But somehow she didn’t think he’d want to grab a coffee and sit and talk in some late-night cafe.

What did he do when he wanted to escape? Oh, she knew. But she wasn’t confident enough to lay one on him. Not yet. Maybe some other exercise might have the same effect? Admittedly not in quite such a satisfying way, but it was worth a shot, right?

“Why don’t we go to the gym? I could play on the equipment,” she said. “I’m never going to do that in the daytime, you know.”

A short laugh burst from him. “Okay. Sure.”

It was only a few minutes’ walk to his gym. Kicking her shoes off as soon as they got there, Abbi stepped into the gym floor area, fascinated to explore the big space when there was no one else there.

She ran a hand over one of the exercise machines that was on the perimeter of the circuit and glanced over at him. “Show me some moves?”

She liked the idea of watching him work out while butt-naked. She could watch every one of those amazing muscles flex. But she might have to wait another five minutes before asking him to strip. He still looked way too uptight.

He shook his head. “I’ve already taken a class today.”

“Only one?” She looked at the machine again. “Pity.”

“You can come along to a class anytime.”

Oh, she
so
wasn’t ever going to do one of his classes. She walked farther into the workout area and came across a container full of balls.

Bingo.

She grabbed one, turning to quickly throw it to him.