Free Treat Me (One Night with Sole Regret #8) by Olivia Cunning Page A
Authors: Olivia Cunning
Had she really masturbated in her backyard while thinking about him? He’d always been very visual when it came to sex, so why was her dirty talk making him so fucking hard for her?
“So do you think I should leave my panties on while you watch me touch myself?” she asked in his ear. “Sometimes imagination is sexier than reality.”
“Amanda.”
She slipped around him and walked slowly through the foyer toward the hall that led to his bedroom. He could make out her shape, but no details of her body as he trailed after her in the darkness, a slave to her whimsy.
When they reached his bedroom, he reached for the light switch, but she covered his hand to stop him from turning it on.
“Leave it off.”
“How will I see?”
She covered his lip with one finger. “I’ll let you see in a little while. Right now I want you to listen.”
“Amanda,” he said against her fingertip.
“No bright lights, no cameras, no video monitors this time, Jacob.” She kissed him briefly and stepped away. “Intimacy. That’s what I want from you tonight.”
Intimacy? Whenever he had sex in his bedroom, it was basically a stage performance. He couldn’t imagine why she wouldn’t want the whole setup. She’d enjoyed the live camera feed well enough the first time she’d experienced his routine.
“Amanda?”
“Shh, I’ll do the talking. You listen. And later, I’ll let you feel.”
He liked the sound of that feel part. She took her clothes from his arms and dropped them on the floor. He didn’t resist when she pulled his shirt off or when she unfastened his jeans. As she lowered them to the floor, her warm breath against his belly made his body jerk. What was she going to do while leaning over him like that? But she didn’t touch him, didn’t drop to her knees and suck his cock into her throat as he anticipated. Didn’t lick its head or cradle his nuts in her palm. Hell, besides the teasing sensation of her breath on his skin, he couldn’t feel her at all.
“It’s a good thing it’s dark in here,” she said. “I know I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off your hard chest or my mouth off your gorgeous cock if I could see you clearly.”
“Then we’d better turn on the light.”
“Mmm. Maybe just a taste,” she whispered before her hot mouth closed over the head of his cock.
Her lingering sucking kiss on his sensitive flesh made his belly tighten. His balls ached with heaviness. He moaned and reached for her, but she drew away.
“Sorry,” she said, her voice low and throaty. “I couldn’t help myself. I’ll behave.”
“I don’t want you to behave.”
Her shadowed form crossed the room—an inky black shape on a dark gray background. He trailed after her, his eager cock pointing the way.
“Stay back,” she warned as she crawled up onto the bed and disappeared from sight when her figure blended into the bedding.
“How can I touch you if I stay back?”
“Tell me where your hands would be if you were touching me, Jacob.”
“First, I’d want your breasts in my hands.”
The mattress creaked slightly as she shifted on his bed. And why wasn’t he on it with her?
“They’re cool to the touch,” she said. “Would you massage them to warm them up?”
“Are you touching them now?”
“Just holding them.”
“Squeeze them.”
“Yes.”
Damn, he wished he could see that, but he could imagine what she’d look like: her golden-brown hair tousled in waves against her suntanned shoulders and the red satin pillowcase; her lids heavy, partially closed over her green-flecked hazel eyes as she gazed at him; her back arched, breasts thrust forward, soft hands cupping them, red-tipped fingers digging into the soft globes.
Wow. Apparently he was a visual lover even when he couldn’t see a damned thing.
“I’d rub your nipples gently with my thumbs until they were so hard you’d beg me to suck them.”
There was a slight rustle of the bedding, and she produced a sensual purr
“So do you think I should leave my panties on while you watch me touch myself?” she asked in his ear. “Sometimes imagination is sexier than reality.”
“Amanda.”
She slipped around him and walked slowly through the foyer toward the hall that led to his bedroom. He could make out her shape, but no details of her body as he trailed after her in the darkness, a slave to her whimsy.
When they reached his bedroom, he reached for the light switch, but she covered his hand to stop him from turning it on.
“Leave it off.”
“How will I see?”
She covered his lip with one finger. “I’ll let you see in a little while. Right now I want you to listen.”
“Amanda,” he said against her fingertip.
“No bright lights, no cameras, no video monitors this time, Jacob.” She kissed him briefly and stepped away. “Intimacy. That’s what I want from you tonight.”
Intimacy? Whenever he had sex in his bedroom, it was basically a stage performance. He couldn’t imagine why she wouldn’t want the whole setup. She’d enjoyed the live camera feed well enough the first time she’d experienced his routine.
“Amanda?”
“Shh, I’ll do the talking. You listen. And later, I’ll let you feel.”
He liked the sound of that feel part. She took her clothes from his arms and dropped them on the floor. He didn’t resist when she pulled his shirt off or when she unfastened his jeans. As she lowered them to the floor, her warm breath against his belly made his body jerk. What was she going to do while leaning over him like that? But she didn’t touch him, didn’t drop to her knees and suck his cock into her throat as he anticipated. Didn’t lick its head or cradle his nuts in her palm. Hell, besides the teasing sensation of her breath on his skin, he couldn’t feel her at all.
“It’s a good thing it’s dark in here,” she said. “I know I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off your hard chest or my mouth off your gorgeous cock if I could see you clearly.”
“Then we’d better turn on the light.”
“Mmm. Maybe just a taste,” she whispered before her hot mouth closed over the head of his cock.
Her lingering sucking kiss on his sensitive flesh made his belly tighten. His balls ached with heaviness. He moaned and reached for her, but she drew away.
“Sorry,” she said, her voice low and throaty. “I couldn’t help myself. I’ll behave.”
“I don’t want you to behave.”
Her shadowed form crossed the room—an inky black shape on a dark gray background. He trailed after her, his eager cock pointing the way.
“Stay back,” she warned as she crawled up onto the bed and disappeared from sight when her figure blended into the bedding.
“How can I touch you if I stay back?”
“Tell me where your hands would be if you were touching me, Jacob.”
“First, I’d want your breasts in my hands.”
The mattress creaked slightly as she shifted on his bed. And why wasn’t he on it with her?
“They’re cool to the touch,” she said. “Would you massage them to warm them up?”
“Are you touching them now?”
“Just holding them.”
“Squeeze them.”
“Yes.”
Damn, he wished he could see that, but he could imagine what she’d look like: her golden-brown hair tousled in waves against her suntanned shoulders and the red satin pillowcase; her lids heavy, partially closed over her green-flecked hazel eyes as she gazed at him; her back arched, breasts thrust forward, soft hands cupping them, red-tipped fingers digging into the soft globes.
Wow. Apparently he was a visual lover even when he couldn’t see a damned thing.
“I’d rub your nipples gently with my thumbs until they were so hard you’d beg me to suck them.”
There was a slight rustle of the bedding, and she produced a sensual purr