Page 13 of The Physical Attraction Seminar
His stare is full of heat as he gives my body a bold, sweeping gaze, spending extra time lingeringon my cleavage. I can feel a surge of heat rush to my cheeks under the weight of his stare. I do my best to maintain my confidence, but there’s a bundle of nerves knotting in my stomach that I can’t seem to brush off.
With our eyes locked, I reach out and tug his zipper down, then push down his dress pants and boxers. His erection springs forward, and I suck in a sharp gasp at how thick his cock is.
It’s been a few months since I’ve been with anyone, and I’m feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement. I might be a little rusty, but it’s not like Barrett and I are going to be friends with benefits after this, so it doesn’t matter.
“Suck, Lyla.” His voice is husky and firm.
I wrap one hand around his shaft, and he grows even harder in my hands as my slim fingers circle the tip. We don’t break eye contact as I make a fist around his shaft. All I can think about as I start to move my hand up and down his length is how badly I want to hear him say nasty things in my ear while his cock is stretching me.
Barrett closes his eyes and throws his head back, and the sight alone feels like a shot of confidence being shoved down my throat. Any prior fears I had about being out of practice have completely vanished into thin air.
A little fluid leaks from his tip, and I lap it up with my tongue before taking him into my mouth. I can feel the wet spot on my panties get bigger as I flatten my tongue under the sensitive tip, lingering there until he’s throbbing. Barrett’s fingers knot in my hair, working my head up anddown his shaft, and I force my throat to open wider to take him deeper.
I’m a bit embarrassed to admit that most of my sexual encounters until now have involved me laying like a starfish on the bed from start to finish. For once, it’s nice to be with someone who isn’t afraid to take the reins and show me how he wants to be pleased. There’s a twinge in my gut that regrets being so adamant about this being a one-time thing, but I quickly shove down my thoughts.
When I finally start to gag, he pulls my head away, and I gasp for air. He wastes no time covering my mouth with his lips. “On the car ride here, I was thinking about how pretty you’d look with my cock shoved down your throat.” He kisses me again. “You have no idea how pretty you are, Lyla. You havenoidea.”
If he keeps talking to me like that, I swear to god, I’ll have a soul-shattering orgasm before he ever touches me.
Our lips stay fused together as he helps me off the floor. We tumble onto the plush gray couch behind us, and my pulse races as he lowers himself on top of me.
Barrett rakes his hands leisurely across my skin until he’s sliding them over my bra and cupping my breasts. I can feel my nipples hardening against the fabric, desperately wanting to feel him make contact with them.
It’s like he can read my mind because he instantly tugs down the cup of my bra, exposing both of my tense pink nipples. He groans against my mouth, then hungrily kisses over my jawline and down my neck. My whole body feels like it’s on fire, overwhelmed by the passion.
Barrett palms my swollen breasts, anda small moan slips from my lips as he lightly nips the sensitive skin at the hollow of my neck. That spot is my biggest weakness, and he seems to know that. My entire body shudders, and I can’t help but tilt my head back in ecstasy.
When I reach around and unclasp my bra, Barrett immediately dips to take my breast into his mouth before I’m even done taking it off. There’s nothing hotter than seeing him eager to please me, and I can’t help but clutch the back of his head to hold him in place, tugging gently against his hair as a warm sensation spreads across my skin.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispers. His hot breath trails across my skin as he makes his way over my other breast, and I tug gently against the hair at the base of his neck, impatiently waiting to feel his mouth on me again.
“Whatever you want.”
Barrett pushes himself off of me with a smug smile on his face and sits on the couch beside me. “I want you to hold your hands above your head. Can you do that for me?”
I nod, willingly complying with his request.
“Good. Now keep them there,” he commands. His eyes grow dark with heat as he holds both of my wrists in place with one of his hands. “Do you remember what you called me earlier?”
“Barrett?”
The corners of his lips tug up into a devilish smile while he runs the thumb of his free hand across my lower lip. “After that.”
“Umm… sir?” I question, tilting my head to one side.
“Say it again.”
“Yes, sir.”
He traces the curve of my lips with his index finger, eyeing them intently. When I part my lips, he slips his two middle fingers inside, and I instinctively wrap around them, swirling my tongue around them.
“Good girl.”
Barrett’s mouth comes crashing down to mine again, and he roams his hands over my bare breasts while we kiss like teenagers about to hit curfew.
The way he works one of my nipples between his finger and thumb makes me buck my hips upward, desperate for more. Anticipation builds at the base of my spine as he slides his manly hands down to part my legs.
There’s a sudden rush of cold air that makes me more aware of the wet spot on my panties, and my cheeks flame. He runs two fingers along the outline of my slit with a smug smile on his face.
