Page 16 of Drive Me Wild (Owl Creek #2)

I t’s only been one day, and I don’t know how long I will be able to uphold my deal with Zoe. I don’t know how long I can restrain myself. Watching her squirm under my touch when she was talking about kissing me?

I almost took her right then and there.

Every day, I work toward being a better man, and it’s like another thin layer of the old me falls away. But I worry that all these changes are not enough and I am going to hurt her in the end. I worry that the part of me that has always been uncommitted and wild is going to rear its head.

If I give myself over to her physically, if I take her the way I want to, there’s nothing that is going to stop me from ruining her for her future husband.

She’s too damn good for me, and I don’t want to do that to her. I have to keep her heart safe. And that might mean breaking off our deal.

She’s back, looking flushed, when she steps into my apartment. She’s wearing another off-the-shoulder t-shirt and a knee-length black skirt. It fits her body without being tight, and as she walks into the living room, I feel my cock twitch.

Self-control has never been my thing, but I need it now more than ever.

“Good morning, sunshine. You look a little flushed.” I give her a wink.

“Well, thanks to you, I’ve masturbated three times since yesterday morning.”

“Only three? I’m losing my touch.”

“Haha. Seriously, Caleb. That’s… a lot for me. A record even.”

“I was going to offer you coffee before we start, but we’re already wading in. Sit.”

She does as she’s told, and I feel another twitch in my cock as her skirt rides up her thighs, exposing smooth, bare skin.

I sit beside her on the couch and drape her legs across my lap again. Yesterday, this seemed to have a positive effect.

“What did you think about when you were masturbating?”

“I…ugh,” she buries her face in her hands.

“Rule number two. No shame.”

“Okay, okay. But first, remind me why talking about masturbating is so important. I want to know how to give good blowjobs.”

I choke into my fist.

“As I said yesterday, if you are enjoying yourself, it’s going to be more enjoyable for me.

Or, I mean, for your future husband. You can feel it when someone is not into it.

Now, guys who just want to blow their load don’t care.

But I think they don’t know what they are missing.

Because it feels way better when she’s super into it, too, and she’s going to be super into it if she’s getting what she wants. Sexually.”

“So it’s not just that I have to know what I like, but I have to be able to ask for it too?”

“Yeah.”

“What do you like, Caleb?”

I choke into my fist again. “This isn’t about me. It’s about you. Now tell me what you thought about when you were masturbating.”

“Which time?”

“Was it different each time?”

“Yeah. A bit.”

“Alright, why don’t you close your eyes and tell me about the first time.”

“Okay. It was right after you left.”

The asshole in me gets a thrill out of that one.

“And I imagined I was laying on a picnic blanket by the lake, drying off after going for a swim. You were there, rubbing my leg like you did when we were here in the apartment.”

I start rubbing her leg like yesterday, and she takes a sharp breath.

“Like this?”

She nods and whimpers, and I’m glad that she has her legs bent, or they’d be pressed against the bulge growing in my pants.

“Then what?”

“Then your hand moved up to the spot just below my crotch, and you brushed your thumb over my vag.”

I move my hand up her leg, stopping just short of making contact with her center.

Not that I don’t want to move aside her already wet panties and plunge a finger inside her.

But I’m actually scared for the first time in my life to touch a woman down there.

I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop. That I’ll take her and ruin her for any other guy.

Zoe’s breath is shallow, and she’s squirming under my hand. “Please, Caleb,” she whispers.

“Tell me what my thumb did in your fantasy, Zoe. Tell me what you like.”

She whimpers and squirms, but I don’t budge. I can’t.

“You rubbed me.”

“Was it hard, or was it soft?”

My breath is getting labored now, and I want to bury myself in her folds.

“It was soft at first.” She reaches her hand down and cups herself, her other hand instinctively covering one of her perky little tits.

“And then what?”

“And then the closer I got to orgasm, the harder you pressed. But not too hard. More like…” She starts to rub herself down there, and my face feels like it’s on fire. “More like…it was urgent.”

My whole body is on alert as she presses her fingers against herself, rubbing through her silky wet panties and writhing next to me.

I will myself to pull my hand away, to let her please herself without touching her leg, but it’s like my brain and my body are no longer communicating, so I opt for talking my way through this.

“What are you feeling right now? What do you like about this?”

“Your hand. Rough, but not scratchy. Warm. And big.”

“What else?”

She stops moving, and her eyes fly open. “I like that you’re big. It makes me feel safe. It makes me feel like I can let go.” She pulls her legs off of me and I feel naked where her body was just touching mine.

“I think I’m starting to understand now.

” She looks at me earnestly as she sits up and straightens out her clothes.

“If I feel safe, I can let myself enjoy what’s happening.

With Jeremy, I felt like I was under a microscope.

You know, the first time we did it, he actually said that he hoped I wouldn’t suck? ”

Her throat catches, and she swipes at her eyes.

“But with you… you’re here to help me and not make me feel stupid if I do things wrong. So I feel more free to do what feels good in the moment.”

I nod my head and adjust myself.

“Caleb, I want you to teach me the other stuff.”

My throat is dry. “What other stuff?”

“What guys like.”

“Each guy is a bit different.”

“So what do you like?”

Even though she stopped touching herself, her nipples are still pressing against the fabric of her shirt, and she’s looking at me with hooded eyes.

My mind and body still aren’t syncing, so I do everything I can to keep my hands to myself while my brain is thinking about fucking her five ways to Friday.

“I like a lot of things.”

“Show me.”