“What?” My eyes widen before I shake my head. “No. He’s never spanked me.”
“Shame. Bet you would get wet from it.” Dear Jesus. “Do you strip for him?” he asks, his voice so deep that I’m barely comprehending what he’s asking.
I rub my thighs gently, trying to keep my mind on his question and not his responses. “I did a few times.”
“Lap dance?”
“Uh, not really. But I have purchased some lingerie that I know he liked. It was black see-through lace.”
Breaker wets his lips again and nods. “That’s hot, Lia.”
“Yeah?” I ask, my cheeks now flaming.
“Very hot. I love when my girl wears lingerie. I love when she wants to dress up for me, show me her body, grind on me. It’s all about the teasing, so even if you’re not comfortable at giving a lap dance, trust me, if you were in lingerie and just lightly grinding on my dick, I’d be fucking ecstatic.”
“But . . . what do I do, just sit there?”
“And move your hips. It’s his job to further the moment by running his hands up your thighs like this,” he says as he drags his fingers over my leg, shooting a punch of lust straight between my thighs.
Fuck, that feels good.
“Oh,” I say breathlessly.
“And he’s supposed to smooth his hand over your stomach, especially if you’re facing the other direction, your back to his chest. He’s supposed to attempt to touch your breasts but not really touch them. He’s supposed to get close, to run his finger along the underside but pull away. He’s supposed to turn you on so much that when he moves his hand back down your stomach and plays with the waistband of your underwear that your legs part even wider. You should be wet, throbbing, so turned on that you’re ready to come when he slips his fingers right against your clit.”
I can’t breathe.
I can’t speak.
I can barely hear him over the roar of my pulse in my ears.
Turned on . . . yeah, I’m there.
I know that I’m wet, I know that I’m throbbing, and that Breaker knows exactly how to entice a woman.
“Does he finger you?”
“Umm . . . sometimes,” I say.
“Does he suck on his fingers after he fingers you?”
“Uh, no, that’s not Brian.”
“That’s the best fucking part,” Breaker says as he wets his lips. “I love tasting a woman. I love having the flavor of her on my tongue as I drive into her.”
“Oh, yeah, Brian has not done that,” I say stupidly as I try to look away from his magnetic eyes.
“How does he fuck you? Does he tie you down? Does he let you ride him? Does he use toys?”
I swallow and wish at this moment that I had a drink, anything to quench my thirst from this conversation.
“Just regular, you know, nothing too fancy. Like, we do, uh, different positions, but nothing outside of that realm.” I cover my face and say, “This is so embarrassing.”
“Why?” he asks, lowering my hands from my face.
“Because clearly you’re more voracious in bed, and I look like a basic, vanilla bean girl compared to you.”
“Don’t compare yourself. That’s the first way to make yourself feel bad.”
