Chapter 19

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Jigsaw

Denying my need to see Margot feels like riding through the desert and refusing the most basic urge to stop and quench my thirst.

I don't need anyone. Never have. Never will.

All I need is my bike, my club, and a full tank of gas.

But I really want to see her.

For our second lesson, of course.

So when she sends me a how are you text, I take it as a sign she's ready for our next lesson and can't get my horny ass there soon enough.

She greets me at the back door of the funeral home, looking sinfully cute in a bright yellow T-shirt, bright green terry cloth shorts, and fluffy blue booties. Her blonde curls are brushed into a high ponytail but little damp frizzies stick out around her ears—like she just stepped out of the shower. Except for slightly glossy lips, she's makeup-free, her eyes sparkling under the soft golden lighting.

"Hey," she says softly. "It's been a while. I wasn't sure if you were?—"

I flick a quick glance down the hallway. We seem to be alone, the house still, lights low. I lean down and kiss her cheek. "Been a lot of stuff going on, but I was happy to hear from you."

Pink floods her cheeks. She holds out her hand to me. "Come on up."

"Seems quiet here tonight," I say, curling my fingers around hers and following her up the stairs.

"A merciful break from the madness."

Having her lush ass right in front of my face as we ascend the stairs is hell on my restraint. The little shorts show off a lot of her thick thighs that I've been dying to have wrapped around my head.

I want her so much, there's a void in my chest and I'm afraid she's the only woman who can fill it.

Once we pass the second floor, I squeeze her ass.

She squeals and runs faster up the stairs.

"Where do you think you're going?" I rush after her.

The door's not closed all the way. She pushes right into her apartment with me close behind her.

"What're you doing teasing me with these sexy little shorts?" I pull her into my arms.

"These?" She frowns and tries to glance down but I have her pressed to me tight. "Here I was worried you'd be insulted I was so casual."

"Not at all." I lean down and press my lips to hers.

She slips her arms around my neck and squirms against my body. I lift her higher, and she wraps her legs around me.

"Yeah, that's it." I palm her ass, sliding my fingers under her shorts. "You need a review of lesson one or are you ready to dive into lesson number two?" I don't even care about the answer, as long as I get my mouth and hands on her naked body tonight.

"I wouldn't mind a quick review of our previous lesson." She tilts her head, a smile threatening to break free on her face. "Just to make sure all the information stuck."

"Excellent." I spin us toward her lounge chair, but she leans in, kissing along my jaw.

"My bedroom's that way," she whispers in my ear.

"Fuck, yes." I assume she's pointing in the opposite direction, so that's where I go.

Tonight, the door's open. I don't take much time looking at the details, other than the queen-sized bed neatly made up with a colorful floral quilt and dozens of fluffy pillows.

I set her on the bed, and she scoots into the center and leans back on her elbows.

"Casual." I scoff as I slip my cut off my shoulders and set it on top of the nightstand, never taking my eyes off of her. "You're way too sexy for any outfit to ever be casual ."

"Thank you," she whispers.

I rest my knee on the edge of the bed and stretch out next to her. "Come here."

She rolls to her side and inches closer to me until she's pressed tight to my front, her mouth on mine in pure need. I groan with a deep satisfaction that echoes in my chest as she hikes her leg over mine, opening herself up with not much between us but those dangerously loose shorts.

"I like kissing you," she whispers against my lips. "You make it delightful."

So simple, so sweet. How does that one declaration punch through my chest and squeeze my heart? How can I express that I never even liked kissing before her?

I can't think of any words, so I mash our lips together, slipping the tip of my tongue over hers. I brush one hand along her ribcage, walking my fingers to the hem of her shirt and tugging it up. Tonight, she's not as shy. She allows me to strip it up over her head, leaving her in another sheer, nipple-baring bra. Tonight, it's blue.

Then she presses her hands over her breasts, blocking them from my view.

"What are you doing?" I carefully pry one hand off her breast and guide it into my outstretched palm, holding it above her head.

"Hey," she protests and twists her head to stare at our linked hands.

"Margot, I've been dreaming about your breasts. Please don't disappoint me." It's cruel to guilt her when she's so eager to please. I dip down and suck her nipple into my mouth through the material of her bra.

She gasps and wiggles.

I release her nipple, leaving a nice wet spot on the cup of her bra. I blow a stream of air on the stiff tip, watching with fascination as it pokes against the sheer material. "Like that?"

"Yes," she whispers.

"Good, then show me." I nod to the hand still covering her other breast.

Her body quivers as she bares herself. Then she goes beyond what I asked, slowly raising her hand to where I'm still holding her other wrist hostage.

My heart kicks as she lets me gather both wrists in my hand, pinning her in place. "Yes." I kiss her cheek. "Good girl."

I run my hand along the length of her body, stopping to cup her breast. I tease my thumb over the hard ball of her nipple and she arches into my hand. Leaning back, I take a breath and a moment to absorb every inch of her. Skin—pale, smooth, and perfect. Body—plush, curvy and soft in all the right spots.

"Can we take this off?" I hook my finger under the center of her bra.

She nods quickly. I release her hands and help her turn to the side where I quickly unhook her bra. I trace my fingers along her spine, then tug her down again.

I bite my lip, then blow out a slow breath while I take her in. Margot's so timid, she'd probably die if I told her she has the kind of tits men spend a lot of money jacking off to. Pretty dark-pink areolas lead to prominent tips that respond so beautifully to every touch and lick. Between the strip club and the MC's porn empire, I've seen my fair share and hers are spectacular. Since she's feeling vulnerable right now, reminding her that I'm an expert in this field seems like a bad idea. But damn .

I pull her closer and feast, rolling my tongue over one nipple, then the other. Christ, I could play with her forever and never get enough.

"Oh!" She lets out a sharp cry and teases her fingers through my hair.

"You like that?" I swirl my tongue around one rosy tip.

"I do. I never…I never thought…" She arches her back and shifts her legs.

I haven't touched her below the waist since we climbed into bed, but she sounds like she's already halfway to orgasm.

"When do I…" She sneaks her fingers under my T-shirt. "When do I make you feel good?"

How do I explain that all of her genuine reactions, every soft sigh and whimper, already make me feel like a fucking king? Her delicate fingers trace over my skin, shooting fire through my veins. I'm balancing on a knife's edge, so close to stripping down for her and baring my scars.

But the thought of her reaction stops me cold.

What if the warmth in her eyes flips to pity or horror. Or worse, what if she seeks answers I don't want to share? I don't want to take her out of the moment or have her look at me in a different way.

"A man likes to take care of his woman first, Margot." I slide my hand down her body and tease my fingers along the edge of the waistband of her shorts, then keep moving lower, cupping her hot center. I groan with satisfaction. "Your little shorts are wet."

"What?" She struggles to sit up.

"No." I slip my arm under her and hold her against me. "We covered this in our last lesson. It's a good thing. Your body likes what we're doing."

She stares into my eyes. "I do."

"Good, then let me continue."

My world's rocked sideways as she presses her heels into the mattress, lifts her hips, and slowly pushes her shorts down. That's more than I expected. I want to praise the hell out of her, but good girl feels inadequate as fuck.

"You want help with those?" I ask instead.

She nods quickly and I drag them down her legs the rest of the way, tossing them at the end of the bed. "You're incredible."

I stand and unbuckle my belt, shoving my jeans off.

Her eyes widen. "God, you have really sexy legs." She reaches out and squeezes my thigh. "Your quads are like rocks."

That's not the only thing rock hard on me.

"I never skip leg day." I wink at her and climb back into bed, covering her with my body.

"I could do leg day all day every day and never look like that." She pokes a finger into her thigh.

"You're not supposed to." I swat her hand away and kiss where she just jabbed her skin.

Digging my fingers into her flesh, I grab her hip and gently squeeze. "I like how soft you are.

I kiss her sternum and down to her belly.

Her body tenses.

"Relax." I stop and stare at her sheer blue panties. "These are cute. I like."

"I thought you might."

"Yeah?" I trace my finger along the crease of her thigh. "You were thinking about me when you put them on?"

"I was thinking of you when I bought them." She waves her hand toward her closet door. "All my other underwear is much more sensible."

My tongue freezes at her sweet admission. She's buying underwear to please me, now? Christ, that tickles some happy center in my brain I didn't even know I had. "Sensible is overrated."

As sexy as they are, the panties are blocking the next objective of our lesson. I tug on the thin straps at her hips.

"Don't," Margot whispers, squeezing her thighs together.

I trace my fingertips over her knee. "Why?"

"I don't…like that . It doesn't do anything for me."

Her tentative, vague expressions are cute but I enjoy plainer, descriptive words. "You don't like a man between your thighs, French-kissing your pussy? Licking your swollen little clit?" I stick the tip of my tongue out and wiggle it, demonstrating exactly what I'm dying to do.

She gasps and red floods her cheeks.

My lips twist into a wicked line. "You don't think you can come that way?"

Her eyelashes flutter rapidly as if she's scandalized by the idea of coming in any way, shape or form. Even though I already know how easy it is to unravel her.

"Margot." I use my sternest voice. "Were you a virgin before I got my hands on you?"

"No." Her forehead wrinkles.

"Had you ever had an orgasm?"

Even the tip of her nose turns red when she's embarrassed. "Not as good as the ones you gave me."

I groan. This assignment is going to be more involved than I expected. Thankfully I'm up for the job. Very, very up. "So, no."

"I think I did. I mean, it felt good but…" Her nose scrunches. "It wasn't like earth-shattering or anything."

So her boyfriends have been two-pump chumps who rammed their fingers in her, probably slurped at her pussy a few times, and called it good. Bet none of them ever found her clit.

Fuck, this is exciting. Nothing excites me more than exploring uncharted territory. Discovering all the different ways to make Margot orgasm is like finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.

"Can we compromise?" I raise my eyebrows, pretending to be a reasonable man. "Give me fifteen minutes?—"

"I'd like you to spend the night this time," she protests.

Ignoring that, I continue. "Give me fifteen minutes with my head buried between your thighs. If you really don't like it and if I can't make you come by the time time's up, we'll move on to the next lesson."

"Fifteen minutes? That's…forever." Her gaze drops to my dick, straining against my boxer-briefs. "I'm willing to…you know…instead."

"What?" I widen my eyes to a dickish degree. "Wrap your sweet lips around my cock first?"

She blushes and glances away.

"Are you blushing at the word cock , Margot?" I can't help teasing her. She's the best mix of adorable and sexy.

"No one's ever said it to me like that before."

Fuck me. Is she lying to me about not being a virgin?

"You want to learn to suck my cock?"

Her chest rises and falls faster. "Yes."

"Glad to hear it." I trace my finger along her jaw. Too bad she only wants to learn how to do this to eventually please someone else. Suddenly, I wish it was all for my benefit. "But I'm not into taking without giving. And you shouldn't accept anything less."

"Really?"

What the fuck kind of guys has she dated?

Who cares?

She's mine for now.

She reaches for the waistband of my briefs, and I brush her hand away.

"Stop trying to distract me. We'll get there." I gesture to my cock. "I promise."

"Well, the whole point of this was to teach me to be better at sex. So, shouldn't we focus on you ?"

There it is again. She wants me to teach her how to be good so she can fuck someone else. A perverse thrill runs through me. I'll teach her so fucking well, I'll ruin her for every man she meets for the rest of her life. Every time her body gets near another dick, she'll be thinking of mine and all the ways I pleasured her.

"Knowing what you like and enjoy will make you better at sex. You're not a blow-up doll. If a guy isn't interested in pleasing you too, don't waste your time with him."

"How will I know?"

Sounds to me like that's the only kind of guy she's ever dated. "Guys who try to talk you into something before you're ready. Up here." I tap the side of her head. "And down here." I cup her pussy through her thin underwear. She's hot and the material's soaked. Fuuuck . Nervous or not, she's really into this.

She inhales an adorably long breath—like she needs to work up the courage. Even that dials up my need for her. She's scared but wants me bad enough to push through her fear.

I'm desperate to please her in every way possible. Need to taste her, feel her quiver against my tongue—we might need to spend more than one night on oral lessons.

"First, these need to go." I tease one finger along the edge of blue lace. She yanks her legs together, blocking herself from view.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to eat your pussy, not your panties."

She gasps, then laughs. "You have a really filthy mouth."

"I know, and I want to kiss your pussy with it."

More giggles and while she's still shaking with laughter, she hooks her thumbs in her underwear and lifts her hips.

"Yes," I groan. "Pull them down for me slowly."

She shimmies and slides the material down a few inches. My patience snaps and I take over, ripping them down her legs and tossing them aside.

She slams her knees together.

"Margot," I warn, running my hand over her calf. "What're you doing?"

"It's really bright in here."

I've pushed her a lot in the short amount of time I've been here, I can give her this. "I like looking at you, though." I push myself up and brush a kiss against her knee. "But if it bugs you, I'll turn the overhead light off."

She nods quickly and points to a small lamp on the nightstand and one floor lamp in the corner.

"Done." I bounce off the bed and turn on the lamp by the bed first, then find the switch by the door and flip the ceiling light off. "Better?"

A soft "yes" comes out of her mouth, but her knees stay pressed together.

One day, when she's more confident, I want to drag this out. Torture her. Have her begging me to let her come, then beg me to make it stop. But not today. I want to help her discover what she likes, and I want to learn everything about her body.

She's teaching me as much as I'm teaching her.