Oak, Sophie - Siren in Waiting [Texas Sirens 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (12 page)

“Why don’t you show me how you want to kiss?”

“I thought the Dom was supposed to do all the showing.” She wasn’t sure she could do this. It would be easier if he would just take control. What kind of Dom was he?

The hand on her waist tightened. “The Dom is supposed to know what the sub needs. I know what you want, Beth. And I know that me turning you around and shoving my cock in isn’t going to teach you anything. I will fuck you, darlin’. Don’t doubt that, and when we get to it, I’ll be in control. But we’re going to start slow, and you’re going to be ready to take me. Now, kiss me or lay over my lap for some discipline. I’m allowing you to control the kiss for now, but do not doubt that I’m still the Dom. Speaking of Doms, is all your knowledge from Lexi’s books?”

“Yes. And some other books. We don’t have a club here. I’ve seen how Aidan and Lucas treat Lexi. It’s different than what I would have thought.” Lucas and Aidan worshipped Lexi.

“Yes, we get a bad rap. Now kiss me.”

Mouse took a deep breath and moved in. She could do this. She wanted this. She pressed her lips against his. His lips were thick and perfectly made. Masculine but so sinfully beautiful they made her sigh. She’d watched his lips when they had sat together in the diner. Now she felt them under hers.

He didn’t move. He simply let her explore. She was tentative at first. Her lips felt dry and awkward. He didn’t respond. Was she doing it wrong? She should stop. She didn’t know what she was doing. She was being ridiculous.

She really was. He was a man. He was a man who had offered himself up to her, and she was thinking about quitting because she didn’t get it right the first time?

Mouse shifted. She could feel his erection against her bottom. He was hard and ready, but he seemed to need something from her.

She ran her tongue across her lips and kissed him again. She kissed him the way she’d dreamed of kissing a man her whole life. She molded her lips to his and let go of her inhibitions. She might only get one shot at this, and she wasn’t going to waste time worrying if she got it right. She wanted to feel. She kissed his mouth and his cheek. She rubbed her cheek against his. His five o’clock shadow nipped at her skin. She ran her nose along his neck, reveling in his scent. She kissed all along that rock-hard jawline until she found his lips again.

And suddenly she got the whole tongue thing. She wanted to taste him. She very gently brought just the tip of her tongue out to run along his plump bottom lip.

Trev groaned, and his hand wandered to her ass. “Straddle me.”

She didn’t want to stop kissing, but she did as he asked. She hooked a knee over him so she straddled him like she was riding a horse. A magnificent stallion. She gasped as his cock touched her pussy through the thin cotton of her underwear and the rough denim of his jeans.

He pressed up against her, bucking slightly. “Yeah, girl, you did that to me.”

His hands were all over her backside. It felt so good. It wasn’t like the other time. Trev wasn’t groping, just making her aware that he was here with her.

She kissed him again. From this position, she had full access. She planted her lips on his and kissed. He followed her lead, their lips playing softly against each other. But it wasn’t enough.

“I want more.” She forced herself to say the words. She was glad for how dark it was, or he would have seen how much it made her blush.

“What do you want?”

She wanted him to not be so dense. He knew what she wanted. She could hear it in his voice, but he seemed determined to make her say it. “Open your mouth.”

“I thought you didn’t like that.”

And he was going to make her admit she’d been wrong. “I want to try again.”

“All right.” His hands nudged her toward him.

This time, when she put her mouth on his, he opened for her. She took his face between her hands and let her tongue explore him. Trev’s tongue glided along hers, all silky seduction. He let her lead, but there was no question in her mind that he was the man. His tongue felt strong against hers even as he let her lead the way.

She kissed him for the longest time, getting utterly lost in his taste, touch, and feel.

Her body felt like someone foreign had taken up in it. She felt sensual and confident. She could handle this man.

When she came up for air, she realized the game was about to change. Trev’s hand drifted across her back and wound into her hair. There was a little bite of pain that did strange things to her pussy.

“Are you feeling better now, Beth?”

She nodded. This was what he’d wanted. He’d wanted her in the moment with him, not just a doll to play with. She was with him now. She was eager to find out what came next.

“Then show me your breasts.”

And just like that, Mouse was right back to shy. Her breasts weren’t pretty. They already sagged. She had a couple of stretch marks, and she’d never even had a child. She was ten pounds overweight. It just wouldn’t go away no matter how much she rode that bike. She liked food too much. She needed to be on a diet.

Trev’s hand smacked against her ass, forcing her attention back to him. “You look at me. I gave you an order. I want to see your breasts. Show me now or take ten.”

He wasn’t going to give her time to worry. She could show him her breasts, or he’d spank her and then she’d show him her breasts. Walking away wasn’t an option. She brought her hand up and started to push the top of her dress down, catching the strap of her sturdy bra in her fingers. The zipper was in the back. When her shoulders were bare, she reached behind her.

“Let me.” Trev’s hands found her zipper, and he lowered it slowly. The tips of his fingers traced her skin as he brought the zipper down to her waist. She shivered, but not from cold. Heat was lighting her up everywhere he touched. After he was done with the zipper, he laid his hands on her back and twisted the clasp of her bra with the ease of long practice. He’d obviously removed more than one woman’s undergarments. He growled a little as he peeled the bra toward him.

She fought the urge to cover herself. That was part of the old Mouse, the Mouse who’d never had a man to take off her clothes in her living room. That Mouse didn’t know what it felt like to have a man like Trev press his cock against her. That Mouse had never been soft and wet, her body melting along with her inhibitions.

This Mouse let her hands fall to her sides. Her breasts bounced out of their confinement. They were what they were, heavy, and the nipples seemed too big to her. They matched her wide hips and not-tiny waist.

Trev’s chest rose on a harsh breath. His hands came out, and he went straight for her nipples.

“Pretty.”

She held herself still though her whole body felt like it was quivering inside. His fingertips found her nipples, and he brushed across them.

So why did it feel like he’d touched her pussy?

“And they appear to be sensitive, too,” Trev commented. “Tell me something, love, has anyone ever touched these breasts? Ever played with them?”

“Tommy Smith grabbed one in seventh grade,” she admitted.

He rolled her nipples in between his thumbs and forefingers. Again, a little bite of pain that lit up her flesh. She couldn’t stop the moan that came out of her mouth or the way her back arched into him.

“Did this Tommy boy play with your nipples? Did he pinch them and roll them until they felt so tight they would burst? Did he clamp them with pretty jewels that kept the blood boiling?”

“No, he didn’t have any jewels, though I was wearing a white shirt and he had jelly on his hands. It was lunchtime.”

Trev sat back, his face utterly blank for a moment, and then it split into the widest grin. He threw back his head and laughed. The sound was masculine and joyous. Mouse thought she should be offended, but then realized he probably didn’t laugh all that much.

His eyes were crinkled with delight when he looked back up at her, and Mouse started to understand what real intimacy was. It wasn’t just having a man put his hands on her. It was laughing with him.

A picture of Bo slipped into her brain. She’d laughed with Bo a lot. But she’d never held him while she did it.

“Did they tease you all day, baby?”

Oh, the way he said “baby.” They had teased her. At the time, it had been terrible, but now, in the quiet of her own house with his hands on her, she could laugh about it. A memory really was what she made of it. That was what her father had always told her. “I had a purple handprint on my left boob all day long. Well, someone was real nice to me and lent me his jacket.”

“Was it Bo?” The quiet question suddenly seemed like a landmine.

“Yes.” She and Bo hadn’t become really close until high school, but he’d always been nice to her. She wanted to be honest, but she didn’t want Trev to think she was pining for Bo. Because she wasn’t. Not anymore.

His face became serious again, but his hands found her breasts, stroking across her skin. “You know, some men can’t see what’s in front of them. He could come around.”

“He won’t. He’s having too much fun.”

“Is that what you’re doing, Beth?”

She shook her head. “No. I want to find out who I am. I don’t think I can until I figure out this sex stuff. Those books of Lexi’s, they speak to me.”

There. She’d said it. She hadn’t said it to anyone, least of all Bo. She knew how he felt about it. Though he was a little bit of a hypocrite since he had crazy ménage sex.

“They speak to you because you’re very submissive, love. You want to please the people around you, but you often don’t know how to ask for what you want. There’s a difference between enjoying a spanking and needing to have a Dominant partner in order to feel complete. You need a compatible partner.” His hands found her nipples again. He twisted just a little. “And if I’m right, we’re very compatible. You like a little bite of pain, don’t you?”

He pinched down, the harsh flare sending shock waves to her pussy. Yes. She liked the bite.

“You don’t have to say anything. God, I can smell it.” He pulled her head forward, and now he took control. She felt the shift, the power moving between them. He brought her close and kissed her, his mouth dominating. His tongue thrust past her lips as his hand slipped under the waistband of her dress. He shoved her panties aside, and that clever hand slid across her pussy.

“Oh.” Mouse squirmed a little at the touch.

He tugged on her hair. “No. You had your turn. Now it’s mine. We do this my way for the rest of the night. I’m going to touch you. I’m going to find out all the ways to make you come. I’m going to sink my cock inside you, and you won’t be a virgin anymore. Do you want that?”

She wanted it more than anything. “Yes.”

“Then be still, or I’ll tie you up. I’ll do that, but this first time, I would rather not.” His hand slipped inside her pussy, taunting her. “You’re wet, darlin’. You’re hot and wet and ready for a cock. Let’s make you even more ready.”

She couldn’t breathe when she felt a finger push inside her.

“Fuck, you’re going to be tight. I’m going to be careful with you, Beth. It’s been a long time since I did this.”

“Took someone’s virginity?”

He shook his head. “No, baby, had sex. I haven’t had sex in two years. I’ve played around, masturbated until my eyes bulged, but I haven’t done this in a long time. I need to make it good for you because I worry I won’t last long.”

“Why?” she asked. She needed to know.

He didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “Because I didn’t really want anyone until I saw you.”

Her heart clenched. She hadn’t expected his sweetness.