Page 55 of Of Pucking Course

“You said it yourself, Sam. You want me. I want you too. I fantasize about you when I touch myself.”

His hungry gaze flits to my vibrator. Fire burns in his eyes.

“If we both want this, why should we stop ourselves?”

He doesn’t say anything. He just looks at me like he’s on the verge of lunging at me. Good. That’s exactly what I want.

“I’m sick of being disappointed in the bedroom, Sam. I’m sick of being with guys who are selfish and only care about getting themselves off. I want to figure out what I like with someone who makes me comfortable, who won’t judge me, who will make sure sex is just as good for me as it is for him.”

He’s quiet as he stares at me with that feral look in his eyes. Part of me thinks his good guy side will win out. That he’ll shake his head and say no before walking out of my bedroom and shutting the door behind him.

But he doesn’t. He stays standing in the doorway. He’s interested.

“You’re my closest guy friend,” I say. “There’s no one I trust more than you.”

A hard swallow moves down his thick throat.

“You just got out of a relationship, Dakota,” he says, his voice strained.

“I’m not looking for anything serious. I don’t need you to be my boyfriend. I just need you to be my friend who helps me figure out what I like in bed.”

His fiery gaze turns focused. “You sure this is what you want?”

I nod. “Positive.”

He sheds his jacket and drops it on the floor before stepping over to my bed. He sits on the edge, facing me.

“No one can know about this,” he says, his voice low and rough.

“Of course. I’m not planning on running out and telling everyone that you’re my coach in the bedroom.”

The corner of his mouth hooks up in a sexy half-smile. “I’m your coach, huh?”

I bite back a shy smile. “I figured you’d appreciate the sports reference.”

His gaze runs along the length of my body. I’m wearing yoga pants and a hoodie. I feel a little frumpy, but based on Sam’s hungry gaze, he seems to like what he sees.

“Your brother can’t ever find out,” hesays.

“Never.”

“This is just sex. Nothing more.”

I nod.

“You need to understand something about me first, Dakota. I’m a sweet and gentle guy, but it’s a different story in the bedroom. I like control. I like giving orders. I like being rough.”

My pulse kicks up and my pussy throbs. I’m dying to see that side of him.

“If that’s not something you can handle, then we shouldn’t do this,” he says.

“I want that. All of that.”

“Have you done that sort of thing in bed before?”

I shake my head. “No, but thinking about it turns me on. When I watch porn and read romance novels, that’s the stuff that turns me on the most—when the guy is bossy and talks dirty. When I play with myself, I fantasize about being with a guy who’s commanding. Who likes holding me down while he fucks me. It makes me come so fast every single time.”

I’ve never been with a dominant guy in bed, but somehow I know I’d like it. I’ve been with guys who are unsure, who never really knew what to do with me. I’m sick of it. I want a man who knows how to make me feel good. I want a man who knows what he wants, knows how to take control, and isn’t afraid to tell me what to do.

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