Instant gratification has its place. Sometimes you just can’t wait. You gotta have it, you want it, you need it. Lord, I’m turning myself on!
It doesn’t matter if you’re talking about sex or chili cheese fries, sometimes satisfying an appetite is just paramount – like scratching an itch. But if you can contain yourself, there are vast rewards. And I’m speaking of sexual teasing.
One of my favorite things to do is to get a guy in a public place, like a restaurant, and while we’re sitting there in front of God and everybody, I love to begin by rubbing his ankle with my foot, slipping it just under his pants leg. As soon as I see his eyes glaze over, I take my hand and caress his knee, then slowly move up his thigh – just teasing. A little higher. And higher. I know he’s hard as a rock before I ever get my hand in just the right – spot… Ha!
Another delicious way to tease him is in a crowded elevator when everyone is looking straight ahead. I love to lean back against him and grind my bottom into his groin. Ah, those ‘g’ words, reminds me I have a ‘g’ spot. My reward is the groan he whispers into my ear and the hard evidence against my bottom which tells me my teasing has paid off. Damn!
I guess you can tell I’m working on a new book here, cause I’m getting all dithery – and it causes my imagination to work overtime. A fun thing to do is when you’re at a party together, to occasionally send him a dirty text – or rather a suggestive text – get him all hot and bothered. Makes the idea of going home together almost unbearably sweet.
Let me show you some good teasing in FORGET ME NEVER. This scene was written by the the master of tease, Ryan O’Leary, with a little help from me. He and I wrote this book together – and teasing is the theme of this scene, along with the Superbowl  - seems like an appropriate time for this post. So, listen…. and don’t quit reading, I have more teasing farther down in the article. More excerpts and a chance at a prize.The TV was on, the food was spread out and she had on as close to something sexy as she owned. Savannah had more on her mind than football. “Wow, this looks great!” Patrick was a big eater, so she had fixed plenty.
“Did you have a good conversation with your friend?”
“Yes, I did. We talked about you, mostly.” He settled down on the couch – just stretched out and left her a little spot in the corner. “Come here, I want to cuddle.”
“What did you say about me?” She sat on her legs and looked him in the eye.
“You’re a nosy little thing, aren’t you?” Patrick teased.
“A little bit.”
She fed him a bite of pizza. He took the bite, captured her hand and licked the remaining spot of sauce off her fingers. “I just told him how I felt about you. And we discussed some business, that’s all.” There was more to it than that, but he wasn’t ready to tell her everything – not yet. “Look, the game’s starting.”
Typical male, he got into the game. Savannah had a good time watching him. He yelled at the quarterback. He snarled at the referees, but mostly he looked disturbed because the first half was almost over and the Colts were ahead of the Saints. “It’s okay.”
Patrick knew it was okay. But this game had come to mean more to him than just his favorite team winning the big prize. It might be silly, but he had wound this all up with his chances of being with Savannah. “The game’s not over.”
“No, it’s not.” There were a few minutes left until halftime and then The Who were going to sing. Savannah was still hungry – but not for food.
“Come on Brees!” Patrick yelled at the Saints quarterback. “Do something!”
Savannah decided to make her own play. He was sitting about a foot away from her. He had been closer, but he was eating and getting into the game and somehow he’d moved away from her. That would never do. He wasn’t paying any attention to her at all, so when she let her hand inch his way – she waited to see what he would do.
Patrick knew Savannah thought he was oblivious to her advances. She was letting her fingers do the walking – literally. Her little hand was inching toward him, and he couldn’t wait to see what she was up to. He leaned forward just like he was engrossed in the game. Right now he was more interested in her, but he wasn’t going to let on.
She let her fingers touch his hard thigh – just barely. First, she pushed her hand under his legs just a little bit, like it was cold and she was trying to get warm. He just grunted – he wasn’t taking the hint. Next, she let her fingers walk up his leg, like a little spider – still, nothing. Damn! Getting a mite bolder, she curled her hand over the top of his leg and rubbed her thumb up and down on the strong muscle. He had the audacity to pat her hand and say, “Hey, Baby. How’s it going?”
Patrick bit back a smile when she huffed and muttered under her breath. It was the same little voice she’d used the day they met in the memorial when her friend had been embarrassing the heck out of her.
Before Patrick, she would never have attempted something like this. But he had given her confidence in her attraction that no one ever had. So, she let her hand – slide upward – upward toward his crotch, until she bumped into something rather large and hard.
“Uh-Oh,” She looked up at Patrick.
“I’m kinda trying to watch the game here, Baby,” he said with a smirk, trying not to laugh.
The feel of Patrick’s bulge had caused a stir in her sex which made her feel naughty. She fixed Patrick with a vexed glare, but he ignored her eyes. She huffed, and withdrew her hand from the firm bulge that she’d wanted to explore further and folded her arms defensively across her chest. Her first attempt at seduction, and Patrick had rejected her; this didn’t sit well with Savannah.
Savannah sat on the couch as halftime drew closer and the Saints marched down the field. Beside her, Patrick watched her out of the corner of his eye. The brazen way she’d grabbed for his package had turned him on, but he wanted to see how she would handle his rejection, see if she wanted him bad enough to make another move.
Savannah was doing a horrible job of masking her displeasure and when she innocently moved her hands up over her head for a stretch, something in the way her head tilted to the side filled Patrick with a need to kiss her neck.
Patrick shimmied a few inches closer to his Savannah and now it was her turn to pretend she didn’t notice what he was doing.
When Patrick shimmied a few more inches, Savannah picked up a magazine from the end table beside her; she wasn’t going to make this easy on him.
A few more inches and Patrick was close enough that his essence made her legs squirm.
“Hey,” Patrick said.
He was right beside her now, his thickly muscled arm pressed against hers, their thighs touching.
Savannah ignored him.
“Whatcha readin’?” He inquired, snatching the magazine from her hands.
“Patrick!”
Patrick held the magazine just out of Savannah’s reach. She made one grab for it, but gave up, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
Savannah looked away from him. Not her best move if she hoped to remain cross with Patrick. That small patch of bare skin on Savannahs neck that had caused the tightness in Patrick’s jeans was now fully exposed and with Savannah looking the other way, he seized the opportunity and leaned in to kiss it softly.
Savannah flinched when she felt Patrick’s gentle lips on her neck, then her shoulder. “Pa…trick,” she said, forgetting almost all of the annoyance he’d inspired in her so recently. “Stop,” she offered weakly, but tilted her neck further to the side to grant him even greater access.
“Stop?” Patrick kissed her neck. “Stop what?”
He licked up to Savannah’s ear, nibbling on the lobe lightly before moving back down to her collarbone.
Savannah whimpered with appreciation. Gone now was any semblance of the frustration and rejection she’d felt, in its place was nothing but bliss. The skin on her neck was dimpled with goosebumps; her chest beginning to flush.
“You want me to go?” Patrick asked between kisses.
His hand had found its way around to the front of her shirt, undoing first the top button of her blouse and then the next one.
Savannah placed her hand behind Patrick’s head as he kissed her collarbone and shoulder. “I thought you wanted to watch the game?” The words barely came out of her mouth in an audible tone.
“I’d rather watch you,” Patrick whispered in her ear.
Savannah’s round bottom levitated from the couch when Patrick hit that magic spot just behind her ear. “I have to tell you, this is one of my favorite fantasies in the whole world.”
Patrick’s hand stilled. “What’s that, Baby?” If she had a fantasy, he would do his damnedest to fulfill it.Here’s the buy link if you’re so inclined: Forget Me NeverI loved the teasing in that scene. In a minute, I’m going to share with you a scene from Ryan’s latest book – HAPPY TO BE STUCK WITH YOU – but right now, I want to share more teasing thoughts.
When I really want to stir things up with my guy, I like to do something provocative and then pretend it was accidental, like bending over in a short skirt when I have sexy underwear on OR leave the bathroom door cracked open to invite a bit of voyeurism as I sashay around in my underwear or towel off after a shower.
And when I really want to get down and dirty – and plan on giving him a gift he really wants – I kiss him down his chest, all the way down, then skip to his thighs, little licks and nibbles. I go everywhere but where he wants me the most – kissing, sucking little bites, all around nearer and nearer to that place that’s swollen and hard and aching – DRIVE HIM CRAZY before I end my teasing.
All of this is in preparation for scenes in Thunderbird we’re writing – I guarantee this is going to be a hot book, one that teases, pleases and pulls at your heartstrings. Cause I’m writing with Ryan and that makes the heat a sure fire thing.
Here’s an excerpt from HAPPY TO BE STUCK WITH YOUI pulled J’s shot across the tabletop after the waitress had put them down. “Not so fast.”
“Hey!” J cried out.
“You owe me.”
“For what?”
“That fruity, coladaish, daquirish, whatever the hell it was you ordered and finished so quickly.”
She’d ordered something I’d never heard of when we went for our first drink downstairs. It was pink, came in a martini glass and cost me fifteen dollars.
“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to put-out after only one drink,” J said with a straight face.
There it was; the spark between us was back.
“So, like…three drinks?” I asked.
She grabbed for her shot, but I pulled it away.
“In front of all these people?” J asked and pulled the strap of her shirt down her shoulder.
My eyes flashed at the sight of another inch of her skin I hadn’t feasted on yet. My brain danced with dirty thoughts. If only she was being serious. She looked at me with a glimmer in her eyes, the strap still in her hand, caught halfway between her shoulder and her elbow. Could she tell I wanted to slide it down the rest of the way with my teeth? Let my lips blaze a trail on her flawless skin as I went.
Smooth move, Travis. I’m sure staring at her like a hunk of meat without saying anything isn’t creeping her out at all.
But the longer I looked, the less room I had in my jeans. My cock was getting harder and harder and a shift in my seat at this moment would have given me away.
J held the strap still, waiting for my response.
Were we already playing those games?
“I’m sure they won’t mind,” is what came out of my mouth.
She smiled and slid her other strap down. “Oops.” She put her hand over her mouth.
She was used to having her way with men. Not just because she was gorgeous, but because she was different. There was something about her I’d never encountered before and I was certain J broke at least a dozen hearts every time she left the house.
“I don’t do that kind of stuff with girls,” I said. “Unless I know their name.”
J sat there with her straps still down. I did my best not to blatantly leer at her exposed shoulders; they were so soft and round.
Fuck it!
She could bust me all she wanted, the thought of my lips on her arm was too much to bare and I shifted in my seat, my right hand pulling at the crotch of the warn denim over my throbbing erection.
The relief was like heaven. I was glad to have that pressure relieved. I could concentrate on J now and not the possibility that my dick was going to tear the front of my pants out.
J reached across the table and I watched the strap slide up her right arm as she extended it. She placed her hand on the hand I had covering our shots. “I told you,” she said. “Call me J.”
I reached out with my free hand and pushed her strap the rest of the way up. “Not good enough.”
J huffed in disbelief; another sign to me that she was used to getting her way when it came to men.
She gripped the thumb of my hand over the shots and tried to pull my hand away.
“I’ve got you by a hundred pounds, sweetheart.”
“Don’t call me sweetheart,” J said with fire in her eyes.
“Anything else I shouldn’t call you?”
She tried to twist my thumb, but I held firm. “Cute. Don’t ever call me cute.”
“But you are.”
I thought I was going to burst into flames, she was looking at me so hard. “Just don’t say it and we should be fine.”
She took her hand off mine and folded her arms across her chest.
“Are you pouting because I won’t let you have your shot?” I asked.
She sat up in her chair and put her elbows on the table, pushing her tits together a few feet away from me. “Can I have it now?”
I wanted to toss the table aside with one hand and get to her as quickly as possible. I didn’t care about the other people in the club. All I wanted to do was carry her over to one of those pool tables and lay her down. I’d have chewed the zipper right off her jeans to get to her if I had to. I’m all for teasing, but she was driving me crazy.
“Name,” I said.
She sat back from the table. Had that been her big move?
Like the rest of her, her chest was magnificent. Her breasts would have fit nicely in my big hands. She was definitely a well-built woman.
“You’re used to getting your way, aren’t you?” I asked.
She offered a sneer. “What makes you say that?”
“I’ve got eyes, don’t I?”
“And?”
“And you’re a beautiful girl. I’m sure men never say no to you if you don’t want them to.”
“And what about you, Travis?”
“What about me?”
“The dimples. The cocky smirk.” Her eyes lit up as she spoke. “I’m sure the ladies take one look at those shoulders of yours and declare their undying love on the spot.”
“You haven’t declared yours yet.”
“Neither have you,” she fired back.
I might not have said it out loud, but the moment I heard her voice I was hooked. I never wanted to let her out of my sight.See what I mean? Ryan is good, damn goodHere’s the buy link for HAPPY, and it will make you not only happy, but hot as hell. Happy to be Stuck with YouWe’re working on Thunderbird, which will be coming out in a few weeks. I love to write with him. He’s cooperative, supportive, full of fun and talented beyond belief. And he didn’t pay me too much to say that, either.
To celebrate my writing partner and the fine art of the tease, I would like to give away 2 copies of HAPPY TO BE STUCK WITH YOU and 2 copies of FORGET ME NEVER – just tell me your favorite memory of being teased by your man.Here’s KYLE – God, he’s a hunk. Here’s a glimpse into THUNDERBIRD – another tease.
Motioning to a waitress, he called for yet another drink. “Bring the lady a Tequila sunrise and maybe I can tempt her into watching one with me in the morning.”
Oh! She was so inexperienced, it took her a second or two to comprehend Kyle was suggesting they spend the night together. A rush of nervous arousal enveloped her body. So this was how it was done. Natalie and Diana called it ‘hooking up’. She wasn’t going to do it, of course. After all it went completely against the way she’d been raised. Not to say it wasn’t temping. The idea of spending time with this man was more intoxicating than alcohol could ever be. But she was greedy; she didn’t just want one night. Hannah wanted to be courted and wooed. Hannah couldn’t help but wish for impossible dreams – she wanted the fairy tale. The server brought their drinks and she sipped it. “This is good, I like it.”
“You didn’t answer me.” Kyle teased her.
“About what?” Hannah couldn’t help but smile. Could a man like Kyle ever want to date someone like her? Would he have a problem with what she did for a living? Or her nationality? Dismay hit her like a blow. Or her illegal status? She knew many people had very strong opinions about issues such as immigration. Would he understand their circumstances?
“Are you going to watch the sunrise with me tomorrow?” Repeating himself, Kyle leaned toward her and as he did, he almost knocked his beer over. Righting it, he realized he might be a little more inebriated than he needed to be. “Still got the reflexes,” he said with a nervous smile. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of this beautiful woman.
“Even at your advanced age,” Hannah quipped without thinking.
Damn! She had a feisty side too, Kyle liked it. “My advanced age? Really?”
He fixed her with a stern look which made Hannah uncomfortable. Dang, she’d messed up. “I didn’t mean anything…”
He cupped his hand to his ear. “What’d you say? You’ll have to speak up. Us old-timers don’t hear so well, you know.” Kyle was enjoying himself. She was chasing away his demons like a lucky charm.
When Kyle smirked at her, the butterflies in her stomach untied the knot which had formed after her sassy comment. Maybe she hadn’t blown it after all.
“So, about that sunrise?” Kyle asked. “I can stay up past my bedtime tonight if you’re game?” Kyle held his breath, waiting for her answer. What was it about this woman? He didn’t know. Maybe it was her eyes or that beguiling little smile. She had such a look of innocence about her, which had to be his imagination. Women who looked like this delicious doll knew how to wrap men around their little finger before they hit puberty. Still, there didn’t seem to be much put-on with her. She wore very little make-up, not that she needed it, and her perfume wasn’t cloying. Her scent was clean and sweet and he wanted to lick her to see if she tasted as good as she smelled.
“I’m sorry; I can’t spend the night with you. I’ve never done anything like that before.”
She dropped her gaze apologetically and Kyle fell a little in love. “I understand.” He was about to tell her the night was young, when she whispered more. He moved closer to hear.
“I’d like to spend some time with you now, if that would be okay.” She offered with a faint smile.
Kyle smiled back. “I’d like nothing better. Let’s dance some more.” He pulled her to her feet. This time there was no interlude of politeness, they swayed to the music and she melted in his arms. Kyle felt his arousal grow. He nuzzled the soft skin of her neck. “God, I can’t help it. I want you.”
She didn’t know what to say. Being this close to a man was new to her. The things he was making her feel were new. So, she offered him what she could. Honesty. “Kyle, I’m glad we met.” And she was. Her heart was pounding. She could fall for him so very easy.
“Me, too. Let’s get outta here. I need you all to myself. Okay?” He waited for her response.Thank you for letting me tease you – - now give me some inspiration for this book!Love,SABLE*Any references to contests have been finished. Originally featured on 69 Shades of Smut guest post by Sable.