The Expert's Guide to Driving a Man Wild by Jessica Clare

that mean you’re going to finger yourself now?”
    “If we’re doing a reversal, shouldn’t I be fingering you?” she asked huskily and reached between his legs, grabbing his crotch. “Ooo, I like.”
    He groaned at the gentle touch of her hand. “God, Brenna, don’t—”
    She pulled away as if scalded. “You okay?”
    “Just . . . it’s been a while.” He looked down at the smooth, pale skin under him, highlighted by her delicate lacy underthings. “Let me be in the driver’s seat.”
    She grinned and raised her arms up over her head, clasping her hands together. The motion made her breasts high and firm, and almost popping out of her bra. “I’m all yours. Do what you will.”
    He leaned in to kiss her again.
    “Be gentle,” she said, fluttering her eyelashes. “It’s my first time . . . with you.”
    “Are you ever serious?”
    “Rarely ever. Serious is no fun.”
    Grant kissed her lightly, tasting her full lips, and he felt the tremble that moved through her body.
    “I know,” she said when he raised his head again, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She pulled his glasses off his face and tossed them aside. “We can play a game.”
    “Game?” he murmured, kissing along her jaw toward her ear.
    “It’s called Guess Brenna’s Piercing. You can explore me until you find it.”
    She had a piercing somewhere? His thoughts went wild, picturing that.
Holy fuck
, his dick was so hard that he’d nearly come in his pants just then. Grant groaned, burying his face in the curve of her neck, trying to find the willpower to make this last longer than thirty seconds. God, she was sexy. “Piercing?” he managed to choke out.
    She gave a bit of a wiggle underneath him, her body rubbing against him, her voice breathless as she answered. “Guess where.”
    Grant leaned in and nibbled on her bare earlobe, his cock growing harder with every passing moment. She kept making these breathy little gasps when his tongue touched her skin, and it was driving him wild. “No earrings,” he observed.
    “Nope,” she replied with a small sigh. Her fingers went to his hair and raked through it, messing it up and digging into his scalp. “Keep guessing.”
    He leaned over her face again and lightly kissed an eyebrow, playing along with the game. “No earring here.”
    She pinched his arm. “You knew that already.”
    “Hush. You quit talking. This is my guessing game.”
    Brenna made a zipping her lips motion and went silent, watching him.
    He leaned down and lightly licked at her closed lips. “No piercing here.”
    She shook her head, her eyes dancing.
    His fingers went to one of the tiny white shoulder straps of her bra. Very slowly, he lifted it off her shoulder and skimmed it down her arm, glancing over at Brenna to see her reaction. Her gaze was intent, riveted to his fingers on her skin, as if fascinated. As if nothing else in the world existed.
    Lovely. She was lovely. Tattoos, purple bangs, even the girlish white lingerie—they were all completely and utterly Brenna. He’d never noticed before how totally arousing the package could be.
    He tugged the bra cup down on one side, exposing her nipple. Small, pink, tight. With one hand, he massaged the globe of her breast, then tweaked the nipple between his fingers, rolling it back and forth.
    She moaned in response, arching under him. Her fingers dug into his scalp and then raked down his arms in response.
    “No piercing here,” he said in a low, husky voice, and released her. “I should probably double-check, though.” And he leaned in and lightly licked the tip of her breast, sending a breathy moan through her again. He liked that reaction, so he continued to nip and kiss that tiny, tight little peak, making it stiff and slick and leaving her hopefully as aching with need as he was. His cock was so hard at the moment that he thought he’d bust in his pants at any moment. He could feel the pre-cum on the head of his cock, soaking it and making