The Bacelor: Make A Sex Deal

I took a long sip of the vodka, holding it against my tongue as I stared at her.

God, she was beautiful, wearing a long, loose dress that flowed all the way to her ankles, giving me perfect access when I needed it. The top cupped underneath her tits, showing just the right amount of cleavage. Her hair hung past her shoulders, curled in a way that reminded me of the morning after. She looked satiated from tonight’s meal, her gloss long gone from her lips, her eyes slightly hooded from the first vodka she’d drunk. She knew what was coming and was trying to prepare herself, which made her almost antsy in her seat, shifting positions, moving her hands from her lap to the table and back.

I knew she wouldn’t ask when.

She wouldn’t make a single move.

It was all on me-the way I wanted it to be.

But keeping her in suspense, making her question when she would feel my fingers, was something I really liked.

More than I’d anticipated.

“What do you think, Oaklyn? Is it time to stop yourself from screaming?”

Her cheeks turned one of my favorite colors, and she gazed off toward the dining room, like my stare was too much for her. “That’s why we’re here, right?”

Yes.

But I couldn’t lie; she’d been excellent company tonight.

And even though I was dying to touch her, I wasn’t in a rush to get this over with.

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But I also wanted her to enjoy this as much as I would.

“Should I come over to your side of the booth?” she asked.

While picking this restaurant, I’d planned every stage of the lesson, down to the placement of our bodies, and one of the reasons I’d chosen this booth was due to its small size. There were only about eighteen inches of table between us, allowing me to easily reach her.

To watch her.

To touch her any way I wanted.

Having her next to me would be the obvious.

I wanted the unobvious.

“I want you right where you are,” I instructed. “So I can see you. So I can look into your eyes the whole time.”

She reconnected our stares. “You’re going to make this as challenging as possible, aren’t you?”

“One, that’s my style.” I grinned. “And two, you picked the lesson-don’t forget that.” I dropped my hand under the table and rubbed across her upper thigh, giving her the tiniest sample of my touch. “Here’s what I want you to do. Lift your right foot and put it on my lap.” Her lips parted, and I cut her off with, “Don’t ask questions. Don’t say a word. Just listen to me and do each step.”

She gripped the edge of the table, her eyes wide and alert as she followed my command, her heel landing on my thigh. With her leg high and stretched to my side of the booth, the bottom of her dress fanned across the open space, acting like a window blind, preventing anyone nearby from seeing in.

“See what I did there?”

She nodded silently.

Attentive and obedient.

Damn it, I liked that.

The moment I cupped the top of her foot, her breathing changed again. With her chest uncovered, I saw the way it rose and fell, speeding up as I massaged my way to her ankle, slowing as I lowered to her toes.

Her skin was so soft and smooth.

Delicate.

“I haven’t even touched your cunt, and you’re already so fucking turned on.”

Her brows lifted. “How would you know that?”

“I can see it on you.” I could all but smell it in the fucking air. “I can feel it on your skin.”

“Impossible.”

“Mmm,” I moaned softly as her heel pressed against my hard-on-whether it was on purpose or not, I loved it. “Stop doubting me, Oaklyn. You’ll know very soon how good I’m going to be to your pussy.”

Her toes moved, and as I swiped across them, they wiggled and scrunched.

The only part about this situation that I didn’t like was that her screams were going to be muted. Those were something I wanted to hear. They were one of the best parts about being with a woman, listening to the way I made her feel. But here, with Oaklyn, I’d have to rely solely on her quieted words, her expression, the signs she gave off, like the way her teeth were nipping her bottom lip.

“You told me you don’t use toys.” My fingers were now underneath her dress, crawling to her knee, her skin getting warmer the higher I got. “So, you’re used to the way your own touch feels. But it doesn’t sound like anyone you’ve ever been with has gotten you off by fingering you.”

“You’re right.”

“We’re going to change that. Right now.” I moved in a little higher, the distance between us not even causing me to strain. I couldn’t have been more pleased with this table and how unnoticeable my actions were from anyone looking at us. “Oaklyn, that’s not the only thing that’s going down tonight. There’s something you’re going to learn too.”

She sucked in some air.

“Remember the purpose of this proposition.” I gave her a second, allowing that to settle in. “You want me to teach you how to be the best lover, and a part of that is control.”

It was obvious she wanted to feel good. She wanted to come. She wanted to know what it felt like when a real man touched her pussy. But the root of all this couldn’t be ignored, or then we’d only be doing this for pleasure.

I couldn’t allow that.