The Bacelor: Make A Sex Deal

These lessons were designed to not only teach her, but to also scare her off, have her change her mind. And for this one, I knew just how I was going to do that.

“When you only have ten seconds to come, you need to use those seconds to your advantage. When your partner tells you to hold off, there’s a reason, and you need to listen.” I slid up a little higher, rubbing around the outside of her thigh, circling, moving extra slow as I reached the inside of her leg. “Every scenario is going to be different, but control is the common denominator, and that’s what we’re going to focus on. Show me you can take direction, and I promise I’ll reward you.” I inched up a little more, and what I found surprised the hell out of me. “No panties?”

She shook her head. “I thought they’d just get in the way.”

That meant the silky skin beneath my fingers was the edge of her pussy. I’d already known she was fully shaved, that at the top of her lips was the most perfect clit, that about five inches down was the opening to her pussy. I’d seen it. I’d been close enough to touch it. To smell it. I’d just had no idea that it was going to be this soft.

This hot.

This wet, even all the way over here.

“You’re craving me, aren’t you, Oaklyn?” I didn’t give her any time to respond. “Your mind is a fucking war zone with thoughts about how badly you want this. How you need this. How your cunt is desperate for this.”

“I already want to moan.”

Fuck yes.

“Let me hear it,” I ordered.

She glanced to her side, into the open dining room, like she was checking to see if anyone was around.

“See that man in the red shirt, sitting at the table with who I assume is his wife?” I paused for her to find him. “Give him a reason to look over here.” When her eyes connected with mine, I continued, “Make his fucking dick hard.”

Her expression told me she was full of hesitation.

I needed to change that.

So, I flicked my thumb over her clit.

It was that simple movement, that rush of skin on skin, that earned me the sound I wanted to hear.

That, “Ahhh,” that my ears were after.

I caught eyes with the red-shirted man and fucking smiled at him. “Damn, you did good.”

There was greed in her gaze, a look that backed up the noise she’d made.

One that exploded with hunger.

One that showed me the fiery flames in her eyes.

“Now, I want you to do it again.” The second the last word left my mouth, I flicked.

“Ohhh.” Hair fell into her eyes, and she didn’t bother to tuck it back. “Shiiit.”

When the red-shirted dude looked this way a second time, there was a smirk on his face.

He fucking knew.

And I was positive he was getting a hard-on because of it.

“Like goddamn music,” I told her. “Do you want more?”

She didn’t think I could make her come in seconds.

She didn’t think I was the expert I’d claimed to be.

I was just going to have to prove that to her.

“Yes,” she sighed.

“Where do you want me?” I gently stroked her clit. “Here?” I opened her lips with a finger, brushing my way down until I reached her pussy, the wetness so much heavier and thicker in this spot. “Or here?”

“I …” It seemed like she couldn’t catch her breath. “I don’t know.”

“Because you’re worried it’s going to hurt?”

I dipped my fingertip into her pussy, and she moaned, “Oh God, Camden, yesss.”

My cock fucking pounded inside my jeans as I thought about what it was going to feel like when my tip was doing this. When it was experiencing this tightness. When she was soaking the condom with her wetness.

“Answer the question, Oaklyn.”

“I don’t think you’d hurt me-at least not doing this. Other things, you might not be able to help.”

“You’re right.” I wouldn’t slam her pussy with my finger. I wouldn’t give her three fingers at once either. She wasn’t ready for that. But anything I gave her tonight certainly wasn’t going to hurt her. “Then, why don’t you know where you want me?”

She reached for her vodka, guzzling several mouthfuls. She licked her lips and finally said, “Because I can’t think straight. Even this-which is basically nothing-feels completely overwhelming. I can’t imagine what it’s going to feel like when you give me more.”

Now, that was the right answer.

My finger hadn’t moved, the tip of it staying within her walls, sitting still while my thumb hovered above her clit. “Maybe I should make you come first. Get that out of the way. And then you can experience what control is really like.”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“You mean … you’re going to get me off more than once tonight?”

I laughed.

The question was so innocent, yet she was so serious when asking.

“Yes, Oaklyn. You’re going to come multiple times at this restaurant.”

She shook her head again. “No. I can’t.”

“You can, and you will.” I pressed the pad of my thumb against her clit. “I’ll show you.”

I focused only on the top, giving it the amount of pressure I assumed she needed, and swished it back and forth horizontally before I rotated my finger around.

I was met with an instant buck of her hips.

And more wetness.

Fuck, there was so much more of that.

“You like the way that feels,” I growled softly.

“It’s so different here”-she glanced to her right as a waiter walked by, smiling at him-“and with you doing it. There’s nothing familiar about the way this feels.” She inhaled. “It’s a million times more intense.” She paused. “I can’t breathe.”

“Wait until you feel this …” I went deeper into her pussy, slowly sliding past my knuckle, where the tightness narrowed even more, and continued until it was fully buried.

“Camden.” The sound came out as a moan, drawn out, followed by her clasping my wrist. She held me there, squeezing, like she was trying to stop me from going anywhere.

“No one’s ever been in this far, have they?”

Her eyes answered me, but she still whispered, “No. I’ve only let them in about an inch, nothing more.”