Oral Sex on Serious Simon's Couch-- Excerpt from Call Me Yours

I'm releasing another teaser from my impending release Call Me Yours. It will be available on Amazon tomorrow, so watch for it!

I like a man in charge. Mr. McKay can be a bossy alpha male occasionally in our daily life, but anytime we got into the bedroom he would wait for me to call the shots. Sweet, yes, but not what I want. So I told him to be a little more dominant. Do you know what? He listened.

Now I feel like I have a case of "Be Careful What You Wish For"- not that it is unpleasant. I am just caught off guard every single time. Sometimes I get annoyed and then I have to remind myself that I asked him to be in charge. Right, seemed like a good idea at the time!

Caitlin is having a similar struggle in making herself relax and letting Simon take over.

This picks up where yesterday left off. Simon is keeping full control on the make out session in progress. Caitlin keeps trying to direct where things are going, but he is having none of that.

He gave an appreciative sound, "Beautiful," he murmured, before his head dipped back down to her breast.

She tried in earnest to rub against his lap again, earning herself a sharp slap on the thigh. She jerked her head up, expecting him to stop and perhaps give her a censuring look, but he just dug his fingers into her hip, keeping her in place.

When he had thoroughly tortured one nipple, he moved to the other, her cries became louder. She needed a little more attention in other regions of her body, but the temptation to ask got caught in her throat.

As if reading her mind, he moved their positions and laid her back on the couch beneath him.

He knelt on the cushion between her outspread thighs and worked the button of her jeans. He slid the zipper down slowly; arousal dilating his pupils.

Caitlin shimmied her hips to assist him in peeling her jeans off; he took her panties with them, then stood beside the couch and pulled the jeans down the length of her legs. He discarded them on the floor and then dropped beside her, his hands skimming up her naked legs, his lips followed in hot pursuit.

She giggled and shivered, lying naked on his sofa— leaving her feeling open and vulnerable. He covered her with his body. The denim of his pants rough against her bare skin. He took her mouth again and she let her hands wander down to his fly.

"No," he whispered against her lips. He caught her wrists in one large hand and pinned them above her head.

She laid back and enjoyed his touch, he had imprisoned her hands so she had no other choice.

He let go of her wrists as he kissed down her body, but she kept them above her head, digging them into the arm of the couch.

His lips found her inner thigh and she tensed, but he gently nudged her legs apart, settling himself between them. He caught her eye and kept his gaze on her as he lowered his head between her legs.

She blew out a breath, forcing herself to relax. It was not that she didn't want to do this, she just never did things like this. How did pizza and beer become oral sex on Serious Simon's couch?

She screwed her eyes shut, trying to focus on his hands and mouth on her body, but thoughts barraged her mind.

"Hey," Simon whispered. His hands still rubbed light circles on her thighs, but he had lifted his head.

She opened her eyes and looked back at him.

"Look at me, I want to see your face when you come," he directed.

"Oh, I don't know if I'll-"

He cut her words off with a shush and his thumb came over her sensitive nub.

She shivered.

"Eyes on me," he said and quirked an eyebrow at her.

She nodded in response, her words lost for the time being.

He lowered his mouth back down to her waiting pussy. His touch so light she was trying to shift her hips up at him, but his one hand still held her firmly down.

His tongue flicked over her clit and then one finger slipped tentatively inside of her. It wasn't enough and she gave a frustrated moan.

Simon's eyes flicked down to his fingers, he added a second one inside of her, and then curled them, effectively hitting the sweet spot on her front wall.

She jerked at the movement, but it was not unpleasant. He looked back up at her, giving her an almost wolfish grin before bringing his mouth over her clit.

Call Me Yours Will Be Available for Sale Tomorrow! 8/20

Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.

Simon is the boy next door, literally. He's a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don't take life seriously-- especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.

Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon's methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with?