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“Undress.”

She lay on her back and stuck her tongue out at him, and then wiggled it suggestively. He palmed the front of his jeans and groaned his frustration, making her giggle.

“You are so going to get it.”

“I can’t wait.” She pushed up on her elbows and grinned.

“Undress, you brazen hussy, or I’ll come and rip your clothes off myself.”

*

This wasn’t how she’d envisioned the afternoon working out. Sure, there would be sex, lots of sweaty orgasmic sex, but first she wanted to watch him play rodeo rider butt naked in his reclining chair. “What about you?”

“We’ll get to me … later.”

“Will we get to you giving me a show?”

He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “You want me to take the pony out for a gallop around the paddock while you watch?”

She breathed out a sigh of, “Oh God, yes,” and then shivered in anticipation.

Leaning forward, he ran a finger down the side of her face and over her ample chest, flicking her erect nipple on the way. “How about you undress and let me play first, then you can have all the show you want.”

Meg scrambled to get up and fought to take her clothes off. In her haste, she tangled her feet in her track pants and ended up falling back on the bed, kicking madly to free herself.

She caught Sam’s eye and he grinned, apparently delighted with her enthusiasm. Not so long ago she would have insisted the blinds were closed and the door shut, but right now she didn’t care what he got to see of hers, provided she got to see his. The deliciously raunchy vision of Sam jacking off sent a ripple through her body that stopped and pulsed in her abdomen as moisture pooled between her thighs.

Finally free of her clothes, she lay on her back and stared up at Sam as he hovered next to the bed.

“Turn over.”

Without a word of protest, she did as he said. So far all his sex games had been fun, and while thoughts of what he might do with the ice cubes concerned her a little, she was happy to play along, for now.

She moved her head to try and get a look at what he was doing, but a growl telling her to face front put a stop to that plan. When cool water dripped on her still tingling butt, she squealed. The mattress next to her dipped and Sam placed a hand in the middle of her back, pinning her to the bed as a freezing cold block of ice replaced the cool drops of water. He skimmed it over her right butt cheek, and then her left.

No amount of struggling freed her from his grip. She gave up, thankful that at least the cool cube was helping to take away the sting. Suddenly he removed the ice cube. Sam’s weight shifted and she had no time to wonder what he planned next before he planted warm kisses on her now cool butt. A shiver rippled over her skin. Had the torture ended already?

Sam kissed his way up her back and nuzzled her neck before whispering, “Is it all better yet?”

She responded softly. “I think it needs more kisses.”

Chapter Thirteen

Meg groaned as Sam kissed his way down her spine, and then across her bottom. A vicious suck on her left cheek had her squirming and shockingly close to release. She had a moment of panic as she considered if she was turning into a kinky S&M fiend, but all thoughts melted away when Sam slid his knee between her legs and nudged them wider apart. Warm wet kisses rained down over the back of her thighs. No matter where his quest was going, she felt sure she knew his final destination and sighed in anticipation. Sam continued to map his way down her body, paying special attention to the sensitive spot behind her knees. The little tease drew circles with the tip of his tongue and her mind conjured a vision of him performing similar magic on her hot and swollen center. No one tongue fucked like Sam. The boy had a mouth for sex.

Sam wrapped his arm around her middle and hauled her up onto her hands and knees. A whimper escaped her. Maybe he didn’t plan to continue his torture but just wanted release; although he hadn’t opened the drawer in search of a condom.

Warm breath tickled her shoulder, followed by a brush of damp lips.

“Relax. You’re too tense. You need to stop thinking so much and go with the flow.”

“But…”

He chuckled. “Shh, I remember the rules. By the time I’m finished, you’ll be begging me not to make you orgasm again.”

Warmth spread across her face, and Sam kissed her cheek and whispered, “I love that you still get embarrassed. Darling, there is no part of you I haven’t seen, and I’ve got a good idea what goes on in that beautiful head of yours. Now relax.”

She went all gooey inside. He thought she was beautiful.

Something cold and hard brushed her left nipple and she squealed. Apparently, the ice cube torture hadn’t ended. He gave her right nipple the same treatment. They were both aching and when he tweaked each nipple with his long sensuous fingers, she pushed back against the rough fabric of his jeans. Her nipples throbbed and her pussy clenched in expectation of his immensely impressive stallion filling her.

The bed dipped as he moved away. What now? Was he trying to make her insane with anticipation?

The sound of a zipper had her turning her head. “Sam?”

He blushed and tugged his jeans over his hips. “Sorry. I planned to wait to get undressed, but these damn pants are strangling me.”

Meg’s gaze dropped to his crotch as he freed his erect shaft from his tighty-whities. God, he was impressive. It was a wonder he didn’t pass out from lack of oxygen to the brain with the amount of blood his dick must hold. The poor thing seemed to be about to explode. “Does he need mouth-to-mouth? Or should that be mouth-to-cock?”

Sam groaned as his dick twitched. Apparently, it liked the idea. Meg sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped her hand around his stiff member while he was busy pulling his T-shirt off. Before he had a chance to stop her, she mouthed the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive ridge below with her lips.

A hiss was her reward. “Meg…” She took him deeper into her mouth and he squeaked out, “This is against the rules.”

She chuckled. The rule no orgasm for him without one for her was her rule and she could break it if she wanted. Besides, torture worked both ways. He’d revealed in the past having her suck him off was his biggest fantasy; there was no way in hell he would be able to stop her.

He placed a hand on her head. “Meg, okay, okay … how about a compromise?”

She let his cock go and looked up at him. “Don’t you want a blow job?”

“You’ve got no idea.” Without further explanation, he flopped on his back and held his arms out to her. She turned and snuggled against his warm nude body, accepting a deep passionate kiss. Her whole body hummed with sexual tension. If she could spend all day, every day, naked with Sam, life would be perfect. Maybe they should rent a house in the outback and become nudists. The vision of Sam striding around under the warm Aussie sun butt naked with a massive erection floated away when his voice broke into her fantasy.

“Now, straddle me and turn around.”

She frowned, confused. “What?”

“Do as I say unless you want me to get the ice cubes again.”

After a moment’s consideration she did as he asked. He grabbed her hips and pulled her up the bed a little. It clicked when his warm tongue lapped her lower lips. Oh God, this was going to be divine. Giving him head turned her insides to mush. Having him tongue fuck her while she returned the favor was likely to make her spontaneously combust. Moisture pooled between her thighs and her clit swelled and ached at the thought of it. A deliciously dirty chuckle vibrating over her pussy let her know Sam had discovered just how hot she was about the idea.

Meg rested her weight on one hand, using the other to hold his erect cock and guide it to her mouth. She fought for concentration as Sam nibbled her hard nub, and then swept his tongue between her pussy lips, teasing her pulsing opening before moving back to her clit. She bobbed her head as she took him deeper. Her throat muscles relaxed and she felt him shudder as his pubic hair tickled her nose. He worked up a rhythm with his tongue that teased her swollen nub, and then filled her waiting core.

He was sorely testing her control and she had to fight to keep a steady rhythm as Sam lifted his hips to meet the dipping of her head. His full cock throbbed and she felt his pulse rate rise, matching her own as he drew closer to release.

A ball of fire was growing in her abdomen as his tongue circled her clit, and then plunged deep inside her. She pushed the growing tide back. Not yet.
Not yet
. Sam hardened in her mouth and she took him as deep as she could. A tsunami of senses overtook her as she finally lost control of her body. Her orgasm exploded as Sam spilled his warm seed down the back of her throat. She ground her pussy against Sam’s face as he tongue fucked her until she couldn’t take anymore. His now flaccid cock slipped from between her lips and she collapsed on top of Sam, gasping for air.

“What’s that?”

Meg lifted her head and looked over her shoulder at Sam. He propped himself up on his elbows. “What?”

A loud tapping caught her attention and she screamed when she saw a face peering in through the window.

Chapter Fourteen

Terrified at the vision outside, Sam sat bolt upright at the same time Meg was scrambling off the bed. She hit the floor head first, letting out a yelp of pain.

“Shit, sorry, baby. Are you okay?”

She sat on the carpet rubbing at her forehead and whimpering.

The tapping started again, and Sam yelled and dragged the bedcovers around his middle, leaving Meg naked and exposed to the two eyes now peering in at them.

“It’s your mother.”

Meg scrambled to her feet, picked her clothes off the floor, and rushed to pull them on. “I know who it is.”

“Do you think she saw us?”

Meg shrugged.

Sam guessed the net curtains went part way toward protecting them from people outside seeing in, but not when the peeping tom had her face pressed to the window.
Shit
. He had no idea which was worse, being caught by her mother or having their afternoon of pleasure interrupted.

“Yoo-hoo, Meg, let me in. I can see you’re in there.”

She finished putting her sweatshirt on and turned to Sam. “How do I look?”

He couldn’t resist pulling her into his arms and nuzzling her ear. “Like a woman who has just been thoroughly satisfied. Your cheeks are all pink with an after orgasm glow. Do you think she can sense when you’re giving me a blow job?”

Meg’s face flushed and Sam chuckled in response. She tried to shove him away but he tightened his grip, dropping a kiss first on her bruised forehead,and then on her lips. He broke the embrace and gazed at her. She gave the best head of any woman he’d ever dated, but he felt deeply unsatisfied. He’d planned to make love to her at least a couple of times before giving her the show she wanted.

He sighed. “Get rid of her.”

Her mother’s voice rang out. “Maggie Riley, I’m not sure what you’re doing in there, but I don’t think you should be alone in a man’s bedroom. Men are not to be trusted.” A sob ended her statement and Sam watched as Meg rolled her eyes.

Sam dropped his arms and she walked to the door, glancing back at him. “I’ll do my best, but maybe in the meantime you might want to put some pants on. This might take a while.”

*

Meg took a few steadying breaths as she made her way to the kitchen. They should move to an upstairs flat so her mother couldn’t look through the windows. If she hadn’t seen them, she wouldn’t know Meg was home and she couldn’t interrupt their afternoon alone. Now she faced the third degree about what she was doing with Sam. Her only hope of sidetracking her mother was if she noticed Maud was missing, and her reaction to that wouldn’t be any better than her reaction to Meg being alone in Sam’s room without a chaperone.

After unlocking the back door, Meg turned and headed for the fridge. She needed a drink. A stiff brandy would be wonderful if she had to visit with her mother, but a Diet Coke was probably the best she could find.

Can in hand, she popped the top and turned in time to see her mother struggle through the doorway with a large suitcase.

“Going on holidays?”

Her mother dropped the case and glared at her. “No. I’ve left home, for good.”

Oh God. What now? Why did life keep doing this to her? Couldn’t she have a normal family like everyone else? Not everyone’s life lurched from crisis to crisis. Although, whatever had her mother’s knickers in a knot was obviously so distracting she hadn’t even thought to make a comment about what Meg was doing with Sam when she peered in the window.

“Why?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. Your dad is insufferable.”

Meg choked back a laugh; coming from her mother, that was ridiculous. The man deserved a medal for putting up with her.

Sam sauntered into the room. He’d tugged on his jeans and a T-shirt, but his hair still stood up in tufts and his feet were bare.

“Hello, Mrs. Riley.”

“Samuel, you’re such a lovely boy. Take my things through, please.”

Meg’s mother collapsed into a chair, pulled off her hat and gloves, and then tugged a handkerchief from her handbag and sniffled.

Sam looked at Meg. She nodded toward the suitcase and gave a shrug. It appeared her mother was staying with them.

Without a word, Sam picked up the suitcase and disappeared into the living room. Apparently, he knew better than to argue with Mrs. Riley. That was a job best left to Meg.

“Cup of tea, Mum?”

The unwanted intruder nodded. As she filled, and then switched on the kettle, Meg tried to think of some reasons why her mother might have left her father. Clearly, she couldn’t stay with them, they had no room. The first course of action was to return her to her husband’s loving embrace. The man had signed up for the job after all.

“Where’s Aunt Maud?”

Meg pulled two mugs from the cupboard and added a teabag to each.

“She had to go out and run some errands.”

“On her own?”

“With a friend.” Hopefully her mother would be long gone before Laura and Maud returned. She would never approve of Maud being out with Laura unsupervised. Meg turned to switch off the heat under the whistling kettle. She filled the cups, tossed the teabags in the garbage bin, and placed a mug in front of her mother before retrieving milk, sugar, and teaspoons.