Back in December, I had the happy honor of helping Jade A. Waters celebrate the release of the first book in her Lessons in Control series, The Assignment. Seven months later, I have the equally happy honor of helping her celebrate the release of the last book in the series, The Reward.
It’s no secret that Jade and I are close – we both came up in erotica at around the same time and have supported each other every step of the way. That’s why I’m so, so thrilled about this release in particular – it marks the culmination of a massive undertaking, one that Jade slayed. That’s just a goddamn happy thing.
Jade is a meticulous writer and watching her work through the arc of this trilogy was nothing short of inspiring. I picked her brain about the process (and a ton of other things) in that post way back in December, so, rather than do the same thing again, I wanted to put the work itself front and center. So, here is a beautiful except from the third beautiful book in her beautiful series.
If haven’t read them yet, there are links below where you can find all three. And it you’ve already read Book 1 and Book 2, get after Book 3. Seriously. Do it. It’s the perfect hot summer read.
I returned to the bottom of the stairwell, shivers racing along my arms both at the view of Dean still reading on the couch, and the rope I held in such a tight grip in my hand that the coils dug into my palm. The last week between us had been close, and Dean had been my rock—but with the almost two weeks he’d been gone before that, it’d been such a long time since we’d played the way we both loved. I’d been naked all over this house, but crossing the floor to him now, knowing what was to come, had me wet when I came to face him in the living room.
I stopped directly in front of Dean’s knees. He peeked over the top of his paper at me, his eyes raking from my face to the tops of my breasts and lowering when he tipped the paper down a few inches to clear his view. He was obviously doing his best to torture me, given the hint of a smirk he revealed before going right back to his reading, and standing naked in front of him while he remained clothed had the hairs on my arms standing up in anticipation.
Fortunately, I knew how to get his attention.
I dropped to my knees, then shuffled on the carpet until my breasts pressed flush to the rough texture of his jeans. After resting the rope on the seat of the couch beside him, I slid my palms up Dean’s thighs and straight to his pelvis, where I started to unfasten his jeans.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting what I need,” I said, slowing my words and using the sultriest voice I could muster.
Dean took his time folding the paper while I undid the button of his fly and half the length of his zipper. After he tossed the paper to the other end of the couch, he propped his elbow on the armrest and tilted his cheek against his thumb and forefinger. “And what’s that?”
He didn’t stop me from pressing my breasts up on his thighs, my face close enough to his crotch that he had to feel the heat of my breath when I parted the sides of his jeans. He wasn’t wearing underwear like he sometimes didn’t, and I blew air over his semi-erect length. “Your cock.”
“Mmm. Show me how you need it, then.” My nipples peaked with the low tone of his voice. I’d missed that, him, the subtle squint of his eyes while he waited to see if I’d follow his instruction—but there was no question. I complied, my mouth over him in half a second as a moan escaped my throat. I ran my tongue along his length and tried to part his jeans farther for better access, and Dean cupped his hand over the back of my head, using the slightest pressure to goad me on that made me squeeze my knees together. The swell of my clit had reached unbearable, and we’d only started. Dean inhaled when I struggled to free the entirety of his cock, because I wanted my lips down to the root of him but couldn’t get there with the block of his jeans. I sucked hard and lifted my fingertips to his waistband before Dean caught my hands and clasped them together against his chest. “Not yet, kitten.”
I dragged my mouth up and down, the taste of him rapidly overcoming my every thought, and the friction of my lips along his delicious shaft making me pine for whatever he had planned for me. While I worked, Dean’s breath increased slightly. But he kept his cool, reaching for the rope and starting to unravel it over my head.
“Here’s what I’m thinking.” His voice trembled with my attempts to overwhelm him. I sometimes could, but he held firm, and I wished he didn’t hold my hands in place so I could wrap one around him. “I’m going to use this rope you’ve chosen—an excellent pick, by the way—to get you right where you need to be. Then we’re going to address that out-of-line sassiness from last night.” He caught my chin and forced up my head, and I made a desperate slurping sound with the pop of my mouth off of him. “Then, no more gentle. I’m going to fuck you, Maya, like you need to be fucked.”
My heart battered inside my chest, every inch of my skin eager, waiting. Aching. “Yes, please.”
Dean patted his thigh. “Get up here.”
I scurried off the floor, and he shuffled to leave room for my knee between the couch arm and his thigh as I straddled him. When I rested my wrists on his shoulders, Dean gazed between my thighs and up to my face.
“You’re going to make a mess of my jeans.”
“Am I?” I asked innocently, but my cheeks burned hot.
Dean’s response was the trace of one finger along the split of my pussy lips. My eyelids fluttered with the tease of his tip inside. Then he traced the rim of my entrance in a circle that had me hoisting my shoulders up.
“You’re like silk,” he said, sneaking his finger knuckle deep and taking it away. “Give me your hands.”
The Bio of Ms. Jade A. Waters:
Jade A. Waters is an erotica author and poetess in sunny California. A lover of candy, coffee, dancing, and endless karaoke, she is happiest when surrounded by words—be they on the page or shared in good conversation. Her short fiction and poetry is featured in over a dozen anthologies from Cleis Press and Stupid Fish Productions, and currently, Jade is hard at work on her next project. Visit her at http://jadeawaters.com, or follow her at http://twitter.com/jadeawaters.
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