Free Bedding The Bad Boy (Dalton Brothers Novels) by Virna DePaul Page B

straight when you’re touchin’ me.”
    “I’m going to be touching you a whole lot more. Get used to it. Now let me rephrase my question so you understand. When you’re pleasuring yourself, how do you do it? Do you use a toy?”
    Okay, fine. He wanted to push her to talk. She could do that. “Some—sometimes. Most of the time.”
    “What kind of toys?”
    “A vibrator?” Oh no. Was she asking him or telling him?
    “Do you ever use a dildo?”
    “No.”
    “Why not?”
    “I—I don’t know. I don’t need it. I can make myself come with the vibrator and my—my…”
    “You use your fingers?” It was the barest movement, but he rubbed against her center. She gasped and automatically reached out with her one free hand to grab his wrist. She didn’t pull him away, however. She just held him. Waiting.
    “Yes.” She closed her eyes, focusing on his touch. Her words.
    “So you focus on your clit and fuck yourself with your fingers. And how long does it usually take to make yourself come that way?”
    “Not long. Maybe… ten minutes?” More like five since she’d gotten the clit ring, but she wasn’t about to tell him that. Granted, if they ended up going all the way, he’d see it, but he could damn well discover it for himself.
    “What do you think of while you’re doing it? Who do you think of?”
    Her eyes flew open.
    “Max—”
    “You ever think of me?”
    With the barest of movements, she nodded.
    “Ah, Grace. That’s good. That’s fucking fabulous. In your fantasies, what was I doing to you?”
    She tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn’t let her. “What’s wrong? What are you embarrassed of?”
    “Nothin’.” Everything.
    “Then tell me what I was doing to you. Was I eating you out?”
    His words caused such a spike of arousal that she automatically flinched away from it. Maybe this had all been a really bad idea. “Why are you bein’ so crude?” she said. He must have sensed the panic in her voice because he straightened and took his hands off her. She barely stopped herself from whimpering in protest.
    “You think I’m being crude?”
    “Aren’t you?”
    “Haven’t men talked dirty to you before?”
    “Yes. But with you… I don’t know… I just thought you’d have more finesse. That you’d be more… romantic.”
    “When it comes to sex, Grace, I’m whatever a woman needs me to be.”
    “And you think I need a man who’s crude?”
    “Baby, I think you need a man who’s willing to talk straight. One who’s willing to move beyond what one might expect and get down to business with giving you what you need. To know what you need, I need to ask questions and not be held back by your sense of modesty. I want to give it to you good, Grace, and that means knowing what’ll make you come.”
    “Nothin’,” she said quickly. “Nothin’ makes me come with a man and it isn’t as if I haven’t tried. I’ve nevah been good at talkin’ about sex, but I’m not a prude. I’ve tried plenty of things, with plenty of men, and all of them have failed.”
    Max grinned. “You forget you’re in Vegas. And you forget how motivated I am. Make no mistake. You’re about to get lucky.”
    “It’s about time,” she said. “Does that mean we’re actually going to stop lollygagging around and have sex now?”
     “I think I’ve got a pretty good handle on what you need and how we’re going to get you where you need to go.”
    “What exactly do I need?”
    “A partner who wants to play. One who’s willing to push you while at the same time holding off giving you his dick until your wild for it. One who’s going to prove he’s not settling, but enjoying every fucking second of that exquisite torture right along with you. There’s no end goal, because you’re not in control of when intercourse actually happens. He is. I am . And my whole goal will be to string things out. Find out how far we can go without coming. For us, sex is going to be about experimenting