Page 94 of Tease Me

I checked my outfit in the mirror. Other than my nipples being blatantlyobviousthrough the white T-shirt, this was the type of outfit I liked to wear—the Jane Nichols side of me, that was. The clothing Memphis wore was sexy, and there was no doubt it made me feel sexy, but it didn’t make me feel like me. Ijusthoped Billy was ready to see therealPlain Jane, or this could bea very shortdate.

My heart skipped a few beats as I realized I’d called it a date.

Before my tumbling thoughts ruined the excitement that pulsed through my pussy, I grabbed my bag, checked it had everything I needed, and strode out my door. As I rode the elevatorupto the next floor, I rummaged through my bag, searching for lipstick. In my haste to leave, I’d forgotten it completely. The only thing I had was a nude gloss. I glided it on and rubbed my lips together.

The doors pinged open, and with each step I took toward Billy’s room, I grew more nervous.He was about to spend time with the real me—Plain Jane. My heart galloped at an alarming rateby the timeI reached his door and knocked. I closed my eyes and counted the seconds until it opened.

At the click of the handle, I opened my eyes to the most glorious sight. Cowboy Billy was all man, a potent mix of brawn and calm, smoking hot and sexy.

I drank in his appearance, everything from his cute matching dimples to his narrow hips, soperfectly contained in his well-worn jeans.Billyliterallytook my breath away.

“Hi, Jane.” He held his hand forward. “It’s lovely to see you again.”

I nibbled on my bottom lip as his fingers enveloped mine, and I wasfairlycertain the earth moved at our first touch.

“You look incredible.”

I just about melted under his intense molasses gaze. “Thank you.”

He let go of my grip and reached around my back to guide me into the room, and as the door shut, he turned to look at me. “Can I get you something to eat? Drink?”

“No, thank you.”

Normally, I’d walk into a stranger’s room, toss my bag and coat onto a chair, and start stripping. I suddenly felt very awkward. Very Jane-like as I stood stranded between the front door and the dining table.

Billy may have sensed my trepidation because he stepped toward me. His hands glided into my jacket and rested on my waist. This simple touch made my nipples harden, and my breath quicken. “You’re beautiful.”

Billy wasthe one who was beautiful, but his sincerity made my knees just about buckle beneath me.

His eyes were incredible. Long dark lashes framed his liquid honey irises. All the worry that had gripped me earlier melted away as I succumbed to his enchantment. His tongue glided across his lips, and a shiver rolled through me as I tilted my head and closed my eyes, willing him to lower his lips to mine. Barely a breath passed beforemy wish was granted.

The world around me vanished into obscurity as the warmth of his tongue met mine. He tasted of mint and smelled of exotic spices. I curled my fingers around the back of his neck, drawing him to me, silently telling him to give me more. His hands curved up from my waist, and he gently ran his thumb over my nipples, drawing out my hardened buds until the fabric that covered them felt like a straitjacket.

I inched my hands up his chest, feeling every steely muscle. His nipples were tiny pebbles, and I gently pinched them between my fingers. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, meeting his in a delicious dance.

Our heated breaths grew faster, matching my racing heart.Hisgentle attention to my breasts was both exquisite and agony as a delicious pulse started at my pussy and throbbed right through me.

“Oh, Billy.” His name whispered off my tongue.

He pulled back, his eyes loaded with lust-filled intensity. Billy reached up with his hands and cupped my cheeks. I thought he would kiss me again, but instead, he curled his fingers into my collar and removed my jacket. The fabric fell to my feet, and as I kicked it aside, his eyes lowered to my chest. I looked down, too, and my nipples were lethal weapons bulging from the white cotton.

He glided his index finger around my nipples, and as I rolled my head back and closed my eyes, my body sizzled. Every little node around my nipples hardened beneath his touch. He tugged my T-shirt from my jeans, and I raised my hands over my head. The shirt was off in a flash, and I felt so damn sexy standing there topless.

I reached for his shirt, wanting the same for him. His fingers trembled as he helped me with the buttons, and seconds later, he was shirtless, too.

Billy was a muscle god, perfectly sculpted from years of hard work.Thiswas the body every man should aspire to have.

He leaned forward, and when he sucked my breast into his mouth, I just about climaxed right there and then. While his tongue and lips explored my left breast, his hand manipulated my right. I drove my fingers through his golden hair and gently tugged him closer.

He moaned, and I moaned with him. As much as I was enjoying his divine attention, he was enjoying it, too. The orgasm building inside me was enormous, mammoth even, and as I scratched my nails up his back, I fought the urge to let my body take over.

I reached for his belt, desperate to release the bulge that dominated his jeans. As I fumbled with the buckle, he reached for the button on my jeans. We were in a race to undress each other. A race that I won, and within seconds Billy had his jeans around his ankles and his glorious cock pointing right at me.

I lowered to my knees—I couldn’t help myself. I needed to tastehim, and with my fingers digging intohistoned bottom, I suckedhissolid rod into my mouth. My lips glided over the smooth skin, drawing him into my throat. Once he wasall the wayin, I held him there, ensuring maximum suction.

Billy moaned, and when he ran his fingers through my hair, I gradually released. As I eased his cock out of my mouth, I rolled my tongue around his shaft, exploring every aspect of his glorious rod. I paused at the tip, sucking hard until he slipped out.

I looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his lips slightly ajar as if words were about to be whispered across them. I glided my right hand around his hip, and as I curled my fingers between his legs, he stepped apart, giving me more room to play.

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