Page 25 of Sex Coach

Seconds blurred away until they didn't even seem to exist, and I was in the room with him before I even really had a chance to process another concrete thought .

"I've had this thought in my head," Jake murmured as the door closed behind us .

"What's that?" Was this when he told me that he hadn't been serious? Was this when Gina and Aunt Blair popped out and some raunchy tune started to play, and he started to strip, their idea of an early birthday present ?

"Gina said you're a good girl..." he whispered in my ear. "And I imagine you are, but I think you have one idea in mind. And you're not that type of good girl. That type of good girl doesn't exist ."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, my voice shaking .

"The type of good girl who thinks sex isn't for them. Good sex, hard sex, fun sex, rough sex, any kind of sex that a woman enjoys is for other women...but not you." He kissed the notch where my collarbones met, then dragged his lips up to kiss me, full on the mouth, the kiss naked and raw and full of lust. "Is that who you think you are, Michelle ?"

"I..."

Fingers slid under my skirt .

We still stood at the door. It was closed, but we hadn't moved any farther into the room. I hadn't so much as taken off the long coat I wore or my shoes .

And he had his hand in my panties .

I'd worn dark, opaque stockings that were thicker than regular hose in an attempt to keep my legs warm – and they were also sexier than hell – but they were no barrier to that hand that had just dipped inside the waistband of my bikini and I cried out as he circled one finger around my clitoris .

"Well?" Jake asked, his voice rougher now .

"Well..." I blinked, not sure what he was talking about at all, then I didn't even realize he was talking or that I needed to be answering him because he'd slid two fingers inside me – just like that. I was wet, and I took him easily, and it felt better than anything I'd ever imagined .

But then he started to move, pumping those fingers in and out, and I couldn't hardly breathe, and he was still talking to me, telling me that he loved how wet I was, how tight I was and that as soon as I came, he was going to sink his cock inside me .

"I can't!" I whispered, my voice harsh and ragged. "I...Jake, I don't know how. Not like this ."

"Yes, you do. You're already doing it." He kissed me again, his tongue licking the inside of my mouth like I was made of candy and he had a mad need for sugar. At the same time, he twisted his fingers, scissoring them inside me .

I...felt...all...of it .

Even when he scraped his thumb over my clitoris. Once. Twice. Three times. The fourth knocked the breath right out of me, and I couldn't even scream. My legs sagged, the strength giving way even though I was trying to ride his hand harder, deeper, desperate for more, more, more ...

Jake was right. I was already doing it. A climax knocked me sideways, and I cried out his name, clutching at his shoulders for support so I didn't collapse right there on the floor of the hotel room .

He muttered my name against my neck, still stroking me, and a moment later, he pushed something into my hand. "Open this for me, sugar. If I stop touching you, I might cry ."

"I..." Open what ?

He pulled back and eased away, still half supporting me, and I looked down, saw the foil packet in my hand. "Oh ."

Stupid,I thought. I was so stupid not even thinking of protection .

Blood rushed to my cheeks and my hands fumbled with it as I fought to tear the foil .

"Better let me put it on, or I'll embarrass myself," Jake said, taking the rubber from me the second it was open .

More than likely, he was being nice, so I didn't embarrass myself. I didn't know how to put a condom on a guy. I barely knew how to have sex .

Abruptly, tears stung my eyes, and I looked down, closing my eyes so I couldn't see him .

"I'm going to fuck you right here, Michelle, with your clothes still on and your back up against the door." His voice came out clipped, almost hard, startling me into looking up at him .

The second I did, he kissed me again, and I was lost in it, just as I'd been every other time he'd kissed me .

He boosted me up, and I gasped when the head of his cock pressed against me, but there was no time to prepare myself for what was coming, because it happened almost immediately. He pressed against me, the fat tip slipping, then sliding against me. Then he was inside me, and I groaned at the exquisite fullness. So good .

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