She pulled in a quick breath as one hand moved to cover a breast without thinking.
He looked pleased by that and damn if she didn’t want to keep pleasing him. That was hot too. She’d always liked making Fletcher happy. It was why she let him think she liked his coffee. But this was a whole new level. She wanted to do whatever it took to put more of that oh-yes-good-girl look on his face.
What was that?
She hadn’t been into being bossed around ever before.
But this wasn’t all that different from when the girls had advised her to just let Fletcher be in charge in Vegas. And that had turned out great. Like really great.
“What else?” she asked, giving her breasts a squeeze through the dress.
“You’re going to take me on a tour of your whole body. Places where you like to be kissed and touched. Places you don’t.”
He wasn’t touching her now. His hands were still in his pockets. But her body felt hot like he was stroking her skin as he spoke.
She shifted one leg restlessly.
His posture was casual as he gave her the instructions, but his eyes were hot and the bulge in the front of his pants was obvious. And huge.
He wanted her. She had no doubt. But he was controlling this. He wanted a “tour.” She was torn between this do-what-the-hot-teacher-wants and wanting to push past that control.
“You’re just going to watch me touch myself?”
He nodded. “You’re going to give yourself an orgasm. While I watch. So I know what you need for that. And what that looks and sounds like.”
Jordan let out a little breath. Whoa. She and Fletcher had said a lot of things to each other over the years, but this was…yeah, whoa.
Could she do this?
“Jordan, you can do this. I need you to.”
When he read her mind like that, it helped. He knew her. He was right. This was someplace they’d never gone. And she wanted everything with Fletcher. Could she do this? For him? Definitely.
“This just might be a little embarrassing. I’ve never done this before. With anyone.”
Of course he would know she meant Jason. There wasn’t anybody else it could be.
His voice was rough and firm when he said, “Good.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and gave a short laugh. “I don’t even know what to tell you.”
“Everything.”
“Okay, usually there’s not a lot of watching involved. And when I’m alone with my bright pink vibrating friend, we just kind of get right to it.”
“Then maybe you’re going to learn some things too.”
His voice was tight and her eyes opened to watch him. He looked almost like he was in pain, but she could tell it was barely restrained desire. That shot a thrill through her and she instantly understood the temptation of watching. Would she love to watch Fletcher come undone? Lose his self-restraint? Touch himself and completely lose it? Knowing she was watching? Turned on because of her?
Abso-fucking-lutely.
Yeah, she got it.
“And this?” he asked. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You look hotter than my hottest fantasy lying there, willing to push your boundaries with me.”
She believed him, even just based on the look on his face. She wasn’t sure Jason had ever looked at her the way Fletcher was looking at her now.
That wasn’t true. She did know. Jason had never looked at her the way Fletcher was looking at her now.
She didn’t know if that was because they had started out when they were so young, because things had gotten routine, or if bottom line, Jason hadn’t wanted her the way Fletcher did. Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter now. She was with the man who made her feel like a goddess, even while she was lying on his floor, mostly uncertain about where to put her own hands.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Fletcher said, reading her again. “I remember the night you slipped when we were running across Cliff Monroe’s field and landed in a pile of cow poop.”
She huffed out a short, surprised laugh. “That was mud!”
He shook his head, a tiny smile tugging the corner of his lips. “That did not smell like mud.”
She remembered the incident well. “You made me sit on that old blanket when we got to your truck and you picked me up and just threw me in the bayou when we got back to the docks.”
“You were wearing shorts so it didn’t just get on your clothes. You smelled terrible.”
She laughed, in spite of yet another gross and embarrassing memory. “You have strange seduction techniques, Mr. Landry.”
His smile faded to more of a smirk. “If I can think about that, and still want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone, I’d say you shouldn’t worry that you’ll be embarrassed during what’s about to happen.”
Jordan’s smile died even as heat swept through her. “I really don’t even know…”
Where to start was what she had been about to say. But that wasn’t entirely true. What she didn’t know was how fast or slow she should go here. She typically didn’t need a lot of foreplay. Or at least she and Jason hadn’t taken a lot of time for foreplay. When they’d first started having sex, it’d been in the backseat of his car or quickies on the basement couch. Not only had they not known what they were doing exactly, but they hadn’t had a lot of time for exploring.
And then, when they’d had time and space, they still hadn’t had a lot of experience with anything other than what they’d done together. And they’d been comfortable. God, now that she thought about it, she and Jason had fallen into a sexual rut by the time they’d been nineteen.
Yes, she typically liked it fast. But there was something so tempting about teasing Fletcher and taking her time with it.
“Well, Miss Benoit, you are going to give me a verbal essay and hands-on demonstration on this matter, so you better figure out what you know.”
Oh my God, he was going to be the hot teacher. Yes. She’d never role-played but it hit her how fun this could be. And maybe helpful. If she could sort of play a part, she wouldn’t think so hard about what she was doing.
“Okay,” she said, her voice breathless. “Whatever you want, Mr. Landry.”
15
It seemed a bit of role-playing worked for Fletcher too. He moved his hands from his pockets to the front of his pants, hooking his thumbs in his belt loops.
He looked so sexy and in charge. Jordan shifted her legs again, wanting more movement and yes, rubbing between her thighs. It looked like she was going to have to take care of that herself though.
“I hope you’ll help coach me if I get stuck on something,” she said. She kneaded her breast, cupping and squeezing gently. She slid her hand down her body, from her stomach to the front of her panties. The pressure on her clit was a welcome relief and she gave a little sigh.
Fletcher watched both hands intently.
She teased her nipple lightly and pressed against her clit more firmly. Okay, this wasn’t so bad. This was…
“Dress off, Jordan.”
Oh, that voice was definitely going to help this go well. And maybe fast.
She took a deep breath to try to quell the butterflies in her stomach. They were having none of that. They were dancing and fluttering with yay-sexy-times-with-Fletcher-finally energy.