Page 18 of Sexy

“What?” I have to admit, I’m surprised. And then I laugh. “Are you a virgin?”

“I’m twenty-six, asshole. I’m not a fucking virgin.”

“Then what do you mean? I’m confused.”

“You’re just…” She sighs. “So good at this stuff. Seduction, right? I’m bad at it.”

“Who do you want to seduce?” My jealous rage is back.

“No one. Not specifically. But you’re so confident. And I’m so… not. I feel like I should take notes.”

It’s my turn to sigh. “What, you want me to teach you how to seduce someone?” The irony is not lost.

“Well, look. I hate you. I really do. You had me grabbing your cock last night and then I got accused of sexually harassing you. You made me feel like an idiot in that meeting with your plans and proposals. And now I’m up in your sex den, and I’m not sure what’s happening.” She looks at me with pleading eyes. “Tell me how you get all this control. How do you do it?”

I think about this for a few seconds, and then take a calculated risk. “How many blowjobs have you given in your life, Tiffy?”

“What?” She laughs, putting her hand over her heart like the word ‘blowjob’ is an assault on her virtue.

“Any?”

“I’ve given… one,” she admits, and then averts her eyes.

I’m turned on again. “One? One is not enough. If you want to know how to control a man, you don’t need to look any further than your own mouth. Men are drawn to lips. Every girl they ever think about sexually starts with an image of their cock in that girl’s mouth. So if you want control, you gotta lead a guy to your mouth.”

She takes a deep breath. “Go on.”

God, why am I so annoyed that she’s asking me for pointers? I can make her do anything I want right now. I should be celebrating.

“Please,” she begs. “Tell me.”

I place a hand on her shoulder and push. “Get on your knees.”

She drops to her knees on the blanket without question and my dick grows inside my jeans. She looks into my eyes for a second, and then embarrassment takes over and she looks down.

“Look at me.”

She does. Those amazing green eyes turn up and I almost moan.

“Now bite your lip a little. Get my attention.” Fuck, she has my full attention as her white teeth take a little nibble of her lip. “That’s nice,” I whisper, dropping down on one knee in front of her. I take her face in both my hands and lean in for another kiss. “I can already picture my hard cock filling you up.”

And then I stand back up and start unbuckling my belt. The metal clanks and the leather makes a zipping sound as I whip it off. “Bend over, put your forehead to the blanket and put your hands behind your back.”

She does that hard swallow again, but then she does as she’s told. I bind up her hands with the belt and cinch it tight enough to make her squeal. “Now,” I say, placing a hand on her shoulder to give her a little push, “back to kneeling.”

She struggles to right herself in front of me, but I help her when she needs it and then there she is.

Perfect.

Innocent.

And perfectly fuckable.

“In my opinion, girls use their hands too much. So lesson number one for giving a fabulous blowjob is to let the guy do his thing. Let him play with you first and keep your hands to yourself.” I unbutton my pants with a small snap and then drag the zipper down. I reach inside, pull my hard cock out from my boxer briefs, and present her with it.

She stares at my length for a moment, and then her eyes shoot up to mine.

Holy mother. I want to come on her face and we haven’t even started. “Don’t open your mouth yet, Tiffy.” I swear, she trembles when I say her name. “Just let me rub my cock along your lips.”