“We’re leaving,” I told her. “Now.”
Her brow creased, but she nodded. Quickly, she said her goodbyes. We were out of there in less than five minutes.
I didn’t say anything as we got into the car I’d ordered to take us home. I was angry. At Tori. At myself.
I was letting myself get affected by this woman—this naïve, needy girl. She was driving me to distraction, and I hated that. I hated that I couldn’t resist her.
“Thank you for coming tonight,” Tori said, her voice quiet as she smoothed out the skirt of her dress.
A dress that would be in shreds once we got back home. I would take all these confusing, unwelcome emotions and push them aside, allowing myself to revel in the anger and frustration and nothing else.
“It won’t happen again,” I said gruffly.
“Well, I appreciate the effort and I’d still like to thank you,” she said. “Properly.”
Her hand settled on my knee.
“Watch your hand, kitty cat,” I warned her. “You don’t want to play with fire.”
“Maybe I do,” she said, a little smile playing on her lips.
They were a glossy pink tonight, soft and wet-looking, and I had thought about them wrapped around my cock from the moment I saw her. I was still breaking her in, and I’d been waiting to make her suck my dick. But she was offering now. And she could use some lessons.
It was exactly the kind of mindless I needed.
I glanced at the driver through the dark tinted partition and pushed the button for the intercom.
“Take the long way home,” I told the driver. “Stay off I-90.”
“Yes sir,” he replied, and I turned the intercom back off.
Then I looked at my wife, taking her hand and sliding it from my thigh to my cock, which was already swelling behind my zipper.
“Tonight I’m gonna teach you how to suck cock,” I said. “You think you’re ready?”
She would have to make the next move. And she did.
Her hands trembling slightly, she undid my belt first, then slowly dragged the zipper down. My cock sprang free into her waiting hands. She squeezed me tentatively and I shuddered.
What was wrong with me? I liked my women experienced and eager, not fumbling and innocent. Yet here Tori was, driving me wild with a single touch.
“What do I do?” she asked, a tinge of fear in her voice. It only made me hotter.
“Wrap your hands around me,” I ordered. “Then use your mouth.”
She nodded and bent over to taste me, darting her tongue around the head.
“Make it wet,” I told her. “Lick it like it’s a popsicle on the Fourth of July.”
As she switched to long drags of her tongue, tracing me from base to tip, I let out a groan. At the sound, she increased the pace. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. She was inexperienced and awkward, but it was incredibly hot knowing she’d never done this before. I could teach her what I wanted. I could mold her to be, and do, whatever I wanted.
“That’s good,” I told her. “You got it good and wet. Now take it into your mouth. That’s a good little kitty cat.”
Encouraged, she wrapped her mouth around me, sucking softly.
She popped it out of her mouth. “And then what?”
“Try to get the whole thing in your mouth,” I instructed.
