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I parked on the street and got out of my car, pulling the coat tighter, highly aware of the way it brushed against the skin of my thighs, bare above the stockings I still wore. The way the material was abrasive against the bare skin of my stomach and ass.
I paused for a moment, my fist hovering above the door, and considered turning around. But I didn’t. I rapped my knuckles three times and waited.
Shane opened the door bare chested in a pair of sweats that hung low on his hips. He chuckled at finding me on the other side of his door, and caused me to drag my eyes up from the deep V on either side of his hips.
“Another little date gone wrong, Mini MacCabe? Did he actually have a grandma fetish and was disappointed there were no cardigans? I bet he was even more sad not to have seen those thigh-high boots.”
I barely heard him over the blood pounding in my ears, my heart working overtime, fueled by adrenaline and frustration. Either way, I didn’t acknowledge it. I only raised my eyebrow and began unbuttoning my coat, slowly, as I held his icy gaze.
The humor that had glinted there a moment before, faded, replaced by a warm heat that followed my fingers from button to button. He was nervous and I liked it. I liked the way his grip tightened on the door. I liked the way his Adam’s apple bobbed with a heavy swallow. I liked the way his chest moved a little bit faster.
Once I worked the last button free, I let my coat hang open, exposing the lingerie I was wearing in the picture I’d sent to him earlier.
“Remind me how much better than okay you think you are.” He didn’t respond, but didn’t slam the door in my face either, so I placed my palm against the wood and pushed it open a little more, stepping inside. “Or are you scared that I might be right?” Another step. Noticing the bulge growing in his sweats, I took the tip of my finger and dragged it along the length, all the way from root to tip. “That you really are. Just. Okay.”
Lightning fast, his hand shackled tightly around the wrist of the hand currently taunting his dick.
“You want to play with me, little girl?” He tugged, pulling me into his chest, skin to skin, so hot I wanted to melt. “You want me to teach you what it feels like to be fucked by a man, unlike those boys who don’t know what to do with this tight pussy?”
“Yes, sir.” The answer barely slipped past my lips on a breath before he slammed the door shut behind me. “Teach me.”
He looked me over like he didn’t know where to start first. The anticipation, watching his hand clench and unclench next to his leg, like he was holding back was the best kind of torture. Standing before him like this, was so much different than the night in Jamaica. I’d surprised him, snuck into his room and he took me. Over and over, but there was no hesitation, no words of denial between us like there was now.
This tonight, was a whole new experience I was practically panting to start.
His hand finally relaxed and brushed the coat aside, dragging his calloused fingertips up my inner thigh until they reached the wet panties covering my core. He gently stroked back and forth, not saying anything, letting the tension build before he pushed the edge aside and slipped between the lips of my pussy and played in the wetness, teasing my cunt. Not entering, not stroking hard enough to push me over the edge. Just touching and spreading my juices all around as he looked me up and down.
He moved to my clit and I cried out when he pinched it in between his fingers. “You’re going to fall to your knees, and suck my cock.”
A part of me almost caved right then and there, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting him again. But as much as I wanted him to teach me, I wanted him to know that I wasn’t quite the little girl he assumed I was.
So, I laughed. Right in his face, enjoying the way his eyes widened at my response.
I rolled my hips, trying to gain some friction between my legs beyond the punishing grip he had on my bud. “How about you fall to your knees and get your face between my legs.”
He breathed out a laugh that brushed against my lips before he released my clit and gripped the flimsy lace, tearing them from my body. I yelped, unprepared for the sting cutting into my skin.
His eyes never left mine as he dropped slowly to his knees and parted my lips. He stroked his tongue from my opening to the top. He held my eyes right up until he plunged his tongue inside me and my eyes fell closed in pleasure.
He left no part of my pussy untasted. I reached my arm behind me to try and find the wall for support, but we were too far away, planted in the middle of his entryway, him on his knees worshiping my core with his mouth, me clinging to his shoulders for support, fighting from tumbling over top of him.
My nails dug into his muscles and the buzzing in my ears grew louder. My toes curled in the pumps I still wore, trying to find purchase on the ground before I floated away. He pushed me over the edge when he shoved two fingers inside me and flicked his tongue in fast strokes across my bundle of nerves, wrenching cries of pleasure from my throat.
Once I’d finally came down from my orgasm, he placed one last kiss to my pussy and stood, dragging his body up mine, stopping to bite at my hard nipples. Continuing until he stood before me and planted his lips on mine, shoving his tongue inside, making me taste myself. He pulled back and stared at me as he walked backward toward his couch. Then he sat, his legs wide.
As I shrugged off my coat, letting it fall to the floor, he tugged his pants down enough to free his long, thick dick. Stretching one arm along the back of the couch, he watched my approach and began stroking himself. I couldn’t help but stare at the way his fingers gripped his shaft and slowly glided up and down.
“Now you will get over here and suck my dick.”
Shane’s her brother’s best friend and thirteen years older than her. Juliana knows his desire to be the loner and to never settle down.
But none of that stops her from showing up at his hotel room late one night.
Months later, she imagines every scenario for when she runs into Shane again. However, she never imagined him brushing off their scorching night together. She never imagined him calling her a ‘little girl’ who can’t handle a man.
His words ignite a fire in Juliana. If she has to date every single guy in Cincinnati, she’ll prove that she is more than capable of “handling” a man. Except Juliana and Shane can’t stay away from each other, so they set up some rules; only sex, and no telling her brother.
It doesn’t take long for the sex to turn into feelings, and Juliana can feel his icy exterior melting. Is he willing to risk his best friend for a chance at love?
For Juliana, that might be too good to imagine.
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