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Gabe is forceful. Confident. Incredibly sexy. As I sink into the kiss, my mind goes to all sorts of dirty places. My body is more alive than it’s ever been, feeling his every movement. If he can do this to me with a kiss, what can those lips (and other parts) do to me in other places? I say a silent prayer of thanks to Cosmo for showing me the way. This list is taking me to place I never thought possible.
After what seems like hours, he pulls away. My skin sizzles, on fire, and the throbbing between my legs is almost unbearable.
Gabe taps on my notebook, pulling me back to the real world. I quickly take the pen and run it across the paper. I have no trouble filling the page.
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“Hand it over,” Gabe says when I finish writing. His voice is low and throaty and I so want to get started right now.
He swipes the notebook from my hands, turns around, and reads.
“Hmmm,” he says.
“What? What?” I anxiously badger.
“Interesting,” he continues.
I look over his shoulder to see which activity he’s referring to, but he holds me at an arm’s length.
“Wait.” He slaps my grabbing hands.
And that gives me a zing to my core I wasn’t expecting. I take a breath and lean back against the couch.
He makes me wait it out another minute, before turning around with a wide grin stretched across his face.
“Now this is a list I can work with,” he says, taking my hand.
“Yeah?” I ask.
“Oh yeah.”
Gabe pulls me up and brings me over to the bed without another word.
He helps me to lie down, and I comply without a thought—anxiously waiting for his next move. In this moment, I’d gladly check off every one of the things on my list with him. Every. Last. One.
“Ready?” he asks.
“I think so,” I tell him honestly. I so want to do this, but I can’t deny the fluttering of nerves in my belly.
“Take off your clothes, Stevie,” Gabe says, pulling no punches. His eyes already stripping me bare.
I don’t protest or question; I simply clear my head and follow his command—slipping out of my dress and letting it pool on the floor.
Goosebumps run up the length of my body when I hear his loud intake of breath.
“So beautiful,” he says. “Now close your eyes.”
I do, but can still hear him moving around the room. Then, something light falls on the bed next to me. I’m disappointed it’s not him.
“Where are you?” I ask, my voice shaky, unable to hide my nerves. “I’m not sure how I’m going to get anything out of this with you way over there.”
I hear the door open and close. My eyes pop open. Then my phone rings, displaying the name: Gabe Shannon.
“What’s going on?” I ask, afraid of what he’s going to say.
“We’re starting our sexual adventure.”
My stomach flips so many times, it’s the Olympics of stomach flips. I’m sure it sets a Guinness World Record.
“With what?”
“With words, Stevie. I’m going to show you how I can make a woman come without even touching her.”
Oh my fucking God.
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“Where are you?” I ask, missing him already.
“Right outside your door,” he says, his voice is even sexier on the phone. “Don’t worry, you are going to enjoy every second of this. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I tell him, leaning back on a pile of pillows.
I am confident and sexy.
I repeat my mantra over and over.
“You look gorgeous in that black lace bra and those tiny panties.”
Gabe’s words make me feel gorgeous.
“Thank you,” I tell him in a soft voice.
“But you know what? I think what’s underneath is even more beautiful.”
My body is buzzing. Who knew words could be just a turn on?
“Show me,” he demands.
“Okay,” I say, prepared to shed the rest of my clothes on his order. “What would you like to see first?”
He blows a gush of air into the phone. I warm with pride, knowing he’s feeling this, too.
“Take your bra off, baby,” he says.
“Done,” I tell him after undoing the front clip and sliding it down my shoulders.
“I knew your breasts would be amazing. I could tell in your dress tonight. I’m picturing them in my mind right now. Touch them with me.”
My hands float up to my breasts, my fingertips ghosting over the tight peaks.
“Feel your soft skin,” he says almost reverently. “Pull on your tight nipples.”
I follow each command, first touching, then grasping the hard nubs between my thumb and forefinger. All the while, I’m pretending it’s Gabe.
“I need more, Stevie. I need to kiss and lick and suck on those perfect fucking tits of yours.”
I gasp, without meaning to, arching my back and pushing my breasts into my own touch, imagining his hot, wet mouth on me. And with each pull of my nipple, I feel an echo of pleasure deep in my core. Soon my sex begins to clench, aching for release.
“That’s it,” he says. “Feel my tongue glide along your skin as I suck you into my mouth. Do you like that?”
“Mmmm,” I groan. It’s all I can get out.
“I knew you would.” I hear the smile in his deep, raspy voice. “Now take a pillow and put it under your bottom.”
“What?” I ask, confused where he’s going with this.
“Just do it,” he growls. “It’s going to make everything feel better.”
I follow his instructions.
“Put me on speaker, baby. You’ll need both hands for this next part.”
Ah, the pulsing between by legs is agonizing. I hit the button on my phone, set it to the side, close my eyes, and listen for his next order.
“I’m sliding down your body now, are you still with me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I’m trailing kisses along your smooth skin as I work my way down your belly. Follow me with your hands, Stevie.”
My hands obey, gliding along my stomach.
“Are your panties off yet?”
“Yes,” I tell him, pushing them down and kicking them off in record time.
“Good, this is the part I’ve been waiting for.”
“Why?” I ask, wanting to prolong this moment as my body hums in excitement.
“Because I’ve wanted to get my head between your legs all night. Spread your thighs for me so I can have a look.”
Sweet baby Jesus.
My legs instantly fall open, exposing my most private parts, and I swear I feel his eyes on me.
“Wider,” he says in a low whisper.
I do as he asks, feeling completely in his control and out of my mind in ecstasy.
“I need to touch you. Bring your hand down here with me.”
“Ah,” I whimper, letting my fingers run along my slick folds before settling on my clit with lazy circular strokes.
“Christ, you are so wet. Do you feel it, all that heat?”
“Gabe,” I groan.
“No, baby.” He chuckles. “Not yet. Let me taste you first.”
My hands continue to move between my legs, and I begin the climb, unable to stop.
“You are so sweet,” Gabe purrs. “I could stay here all day. Your pussy makes me so hard, Stevie. I don’t want to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” I mumble, hoping he understands my incoherent babble. “Don’t stop.”
I’m hovering over the edge, ready to fall.
“I need to go deeper. Follow me now.”
I take my other hand and move two fingers inside at the very next moment. My inner walls tighten around my fingers as stroke in and out of my tight channel. Slowly, I enjoy each delicious pump.
“Gabe,” I yell, unaware of my surroundings—unaware of anything but his voice and my hands.
“Yes, I’m here. My tongue is pushing inside you. Move with me.”
My body begins bucking against my hand, all the while I pretend it’s him.
“I’m going to fuck you, Stevie. Open wider for me.”
I spread my legs farther apart, feeling his weight on me, pushing inside.
“You feel so fucking amazing. So tight and hot for me. I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t stop.”
“Harder,” I tell him, not recognizing my own voice.
“Okay, baby. You asked for it. I’m rocking into you so hard it hurts. You’re clenching that tight pussy around me, so close. But don’t come. Not yet. Not until I say when.”
I’m crazed now, feeling him push inside. Rough, hard. My ragged breaths join Gabe’s.
“Now, baby. Right now. Come for me.”
And that’s all it takes. I push down on my clit and curl my fingers inside, before exploding in a mass of white light.
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“Stevie,” Gabe whispers in the phone sometime later. “Are you alive?”
“Don’t know, don’t care,” I mumble, still basking in the afterglow.
His low chuckle makes me equal parts happy and hot. I have a feeling this man could be very addictive.
“Get some rest, sweetheart. I have a big day planned for you tomorrow.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, your list. Remember?”
“Oh yeah?”
“Are you still game?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“I was hoping so, I have a place I want to take you.”
“What kind of place?” I ask, enjoying my descent back to Earth.
“A place that’s perfect for a sexual adventure.”
“Oh no,” I giggle. “Not a frat house.”
“Good one, but no.”
“A BDSM compound?” I ask, somewhat jokingly.
“Try again.”
Whew.
“Strip club?” I guess again.
“Well, it is a club of sorts.”
“And that’s all you’ll tell me?”
“Yes, for now. We’ll talk more in the morning. Good night, Stevie.”
“Aren’t you going to come in here and kiss me goodnight?” I so want to get my hands on him.
“And ruin the mystery of the night? No way. But can I tell you one more thing before you doze?”
“Sure,” I say, disappointed he’s not coming in.
“Max is a fucking idiot.”
The End of Part 1.
Read more of Stevie Sinclair’s adventures in The Club, Part 2: Initiation. This second installment will be released on August 22, 2013.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
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