Undercover Lovers (12 page)

“
Mmm…” she mumbled, savoring
the flavors. Eating with a blindfold on was liberating. She could
focus all her energy on the taste. “Please, sir, I wont some more,”
she said, laying on a thick Cockney accent.

He let out a crack of
laughter that warmed her to the bone.

“
I don’t want you full
before we get through the rest of the stuff, but I’ll put it in the
fridge so you can eat the rest later.”

“
Brilliant. Okay, I’m ready,
what’s next?”

“
Open wide then bite
down.”

She parted her lips and in
came something sweet, no fork. She closed her teeth over the object
and bit down. Cool, sweet-tart juice spurted onto her tongue and
she groaned.

Chocolate covered
strawberry.

She chewed slowly, letting
the fine, dark chocolate melt in her mouth before she
swallowed.

“
Oh man, you sure know how
to treat a girl.”

A few seconds went by with
no response.

“
Tuck?”

Had he left her alone?
Suddenly nervous, she reached a hand to the blindfold.

 “
Sorry, I—uh, I had to
record the data.” His voice was so thick her nipples tightened in
response. She longed to tear the covering away from her eyes so she
could see his expression. See if it was desire behind that dark,
silky tone. The not-knowing was at once frustrating and
thrilling.

She wondered whether the
glove was lit up, then shoved the thought aside and cleared her
throat. “Next.” 

She opened her mouth without
prompting this time and waited. Again, the feeling of being totally
vulnerable overtook her, but she kept her lips parted.

The room was so quiet, she
could hear his breathing. And her own. What if, instead of feeding
her, he leaned forward and kissed her? What if he ran his tongue
over her bottom lip, then nipped her lightly before sinking into
her completely?

She sensed his body moving
nearer, the heat of him tempting her to press close. His scent
washed over her, sandalwood and vanilla, the minty bite of
mouthwash—

The cool steel of a spoon
almost made her jerk back. Instead, she closed her mouth as silky,
smooth honey glided over her tongue and slid down her throat.
Delicious.

She licked her lips to pick
up any errant drops and the air in the room shifted. Tuck’s
breathing quickened and her stomach fluttered in
response.

“
Again,” he
murmured.

She froze, unsure of his
meaning. Lick her lips again? Or?

“
Open again.”

Ah, the experiment.
She needed to get her head out of the gutter.
Obviously Tuck was just in the zone, focused on task and distracted
as he recorded the results.

She opened again and waited.
And again, the forbidden thrill of being at his mercy rippled
through her.

If he wanted to, he could
wrap a fist in her hair and guide her waiting mouth over his thick
cock, over and over.

A rush of warmth pooled
between her thighs and she shifted in her chair.

“
Wider.”

Her nipples grew even
tighter as she obeyed his command. He ran the pad of a finger over
her lips and her pulse pounded in response.

“
Honey.”

She nodded but didn’t reply
as she anticipated his next move. God, what if he did it? She could
almost feel his smooth length butting against her lips, demanding
entry. She’d tease him at first if he let her, suckling on the head
of his cock before drawing him deep—

A banana.

She bit down then chewed,
trying to ignore her irrational disappointment. Who in their right
mind wanted a man to tell her he was going to feed her, then stick
his dick in her mouth instead? She almost choked on the banana as
she tried not to laugh at her own foolishness.

Tuck was a good guy. She
needed to remember that.

A nice, long session with
her vibrator later would surely make tomorrow’s experimenting a
little easier.

Blood pulsed in Tuck’s cock
like a steady heartbeat. He’d jerked off less than two hours ago
and he was one well-placed touch away from coming in his
pants.

Feeding Cricket without
touching her was the sweetest torture he could imagine. The low
purrs she made deep in her throat when she liked something. The
sight of her little pink tongue collecting honey from her lips.
Hell, just looking at her blindfolded with her mouth open was
enough to conjure up a sexy fantasy.

Then the glove had lit up.
It was like a horny beacon, urging him to keep it alight. Beckoning
him to rub a thumb over her nipples that had visibly peaked under
the cotton shirt. Begging him to find out if her pussy was wet
between those suddenly restless legs.

What would she do if he slid
his hand under those tiny shorts and dipped his fingers into her
heat? Would she moan like she had when he’d fed her the coconut
cream pie?

 
His dick was like
stone and he was eternally grateful that she’d left the
room.

She’d gone into the office
to check her email while he set up the second set of tests.
Hopefully these would be a little less intense for him, because if
not, he was in deep trouble.

He finished cuing up the
audio then sat down to look at the results of the food experiments.
The strangest thing about the readings was that, while some of the
samples had elicited a visceral, sexual reaction, the responses had
spiked during the time between bites.

Fascinating.

“
All set?” she asked as she
breezed back into the lab.

He shelved his jumbled
thoughts and motioned to the chair in front of him. “Yup. Have a
seat.” He handed her a pair of headphones. “Aural’s next, so you
can put these over your ears.”

She giggled and he raised a
questioning brow.

“
Sorry, but if someone
walked by and heard that, they’d definitely get the wrong
idea.”

He laughed in return, trying
desperately to squash a mental image of giving
her
oral while her thighs were wrapped
around
his
ears.

He turned his back to her
and conjured Abba the Hut again as he needlessly fiddled with the
media player on his laptop.

“
I’m going to be plugged
into the same audio so I can monitor what you’re hearing when the
readings change. If you don’t mind, I’d like to have you
blindfolded for this one as well. I think it helps to shut
everything else out and it’ll make you feel less
self-conscious.”

“
No problem. I’m comforted
by the knowledge that the shoe will be on the other foot in a
couple days.” She slid the blindfold on and leveled him with a
lethal smile. “Do your worst, Professor.”

If she only knew.

He put on the spare pair of
headphones and hit play, pencil poised over his notepad.

The first clip was music.
She’d given him a list of her favorite songs and he’d chosen one to
get a baseline reading.

The thumping bass of the
Black Eyed Peas
My Humps
poured from the speakers and Tuck bit back a
chuckle. Cricket’s taste in music was as fun and unpredictable as
she was. From Sade to the Temptations, from Paul Simon to Duran
Duran, from Tupac to Cat Stevens, she liked it all. And damn if
that didn’t charm him, just like everything else about
her.

He was getting in over his
head.

He watched as she shimmied
to the beat in her seat, snapping her fingers, unabashedly singing
along. Her full breasts jiggled beneath her tank top and he
swallowed a groan.

Oh yeah, he was definitely
in over his head. Best thing to do was get her out of his system as
fast as possible then walk away. No promises. Just get in, do the
job and get out.

The music faded and he
jotted down Cricket’s vitals. The next clip came on. It was the
sound of a bed creaking. He didn’t take his eyes off her face as
the creaking came faster and faster and low moans echoed over the
headphones. 

A woman’s voice first,
“Mmm…yeah.”

A low gasp, then a man’s
growl.

Heavy breathing, erotic
sighs. Bedsprings humming as the soft noises built up speed.
Cricket’s chest rose and fell with the crescendo, the glove
illuminating as she leaned forward in the chair
expectantly.

He wanted nothing more than
to kneel down, spread her legs and lay his mouth on her, to ease
her need. To feel her hands wrapped in his hair as she pressed his
face deeper.

The sound faded, but the
silence was broken by the pounding of his own heart. He only hoped
she couldn’t hear it too.

Cricket sat back and ran a
nervous hand through her hair.

Music again, but this time
R&B, slow and sexy. A male voice, smooth as the finest scotch,
curled around them. Cricket swayed in time as he sang of long, hot
nights and slow lovemaking.

At that moment, Tuck would
have traded his left nut for a voice like that if it would make her
sway like that for him.

The music faded to silence
and reality hit. It was decision time. He paused with his finger
over the mute button and then lowered his hand.

Fuck it.

It was a calculated risk,
but he was willing to roll the dice.

He had a feasible
explanation well rehearsed if she balked. After all, why spend
hours on the internet trying to find a clip when he could just
record one himself?

At the same time, this was
the first step out of the friendly/colleague zone into the
man/woman zone. It would be almost impossible to step back from
here.

As his own voice poured from
the headphones, he held his breath.

“
I need to touch you, baby.
Will you let me touch you?”

Cricket’s body tensed as if
she’d been flash-frozen on the spot. Tuck cringed. Okay, she
obviously had recognized his voice. Now what would she
do?

“
Tell me how you like it,
Cricket.
”

Cricket’s nipples pebbled
under his gaze and the light on the glove flickered. His cock
responded with a surge.

Oh, hell yeah.

But that was only the start.
Dirty talk light. How she reacted to the rest remained to be
seen.

“
God, I want you so bad.
Open your shirt for me, baby. Yeah. Like that. Now spread those
sweet thighs. I want to feel that wet pussy raining on my
fingers.”

She wet her lips and Tuck
got lightheaded as his blood flooded to his cock.

 “
Can I put my mouth on
you? I need to feel your clit on my tongue…suck you, open you up
until you come apart in my hands. And before the tremors stop, I’m
going to ride in their wake and plunge my cock into you. In and
out, thrusting deep. Real deep. Legs shaking, hearts pounding.
Mmmm…Over and over until we’re sliding against each other, covered
in sweat, ready to explode. Do you want that?
” His recorded voice dropped to an intimate whisper.
“Do you, baby?
”

The sound died away, which
only made her soft response seem that much louder.

“
Yesss.”

Yesss.

***

Cricket reached a shaking
hand to her headphones and pulled them off. Her cheeks burned as
she yanked down the blindfold.

Words tumbled out in a rush.
“Can we take a break? I need to go the ladies’ room.”

She didn’t meet his gaze or
wait for his answer as she hightailed it out of the lab and down
the hallway to the faculty bathroom.

She shut the door behind her
and moved to the row of sinks.  She leaned against the cool
porcelain and turned on the water. As she bent to wash her face,
she caught her reflection in the mirror and paused.

Holy crap.

Her cheeks were flushed, her
hair was slipping from its confines and her nipples were spiked
beneath her shirt. She looked freshly fucked.

She filled her hands with
icy water and splashed her face and neck. The water was cold enough
to make her gasp and that was good. Maybe it would give her the
jolt back to reality-ville that she so desperately
needed.

This project was supposed to
be fun and informative, not grindingly sexy and embarrassing. If
anyone was supposed to be thrown out of their comfort zone, it was
Tuck.

Tuck.

She dried her face with a
coarse paper towel and contemplated the man down the hall. What in
the world was going on with him? The man she thought she knew, at
least a little, was so not the type to say “
I want to feel that wet pussy raining on my
fingers.
”

Her stomach clenched hard.
God, that had been hot. The whole thing was hot. Her cheeks began
to warm again and she shifted focus.