by Vivi Paige
She opened her mouth in a silent scream, the lines in her face deepening with sweet agony, and I immediately decided to up the ante. Keeping my right hand on her breast, I brought the left one down the side of her body. My fingers wandered over her naked thigh until I had her wetness under my fingertips.
“I can tell you’ve never been with anyone like me,” I told her, grinning as her chest rose and fell rapidly, her lungs struggling for air.
“Yeah?” she breathed out, her words coated with lust. “And how can you tell?”
“It shows.” Bringing my left hand up, fingers coated with her juices, I brushed my thumb over her cherry lips. I wanted her to know just how delicious she was. I pushed it past her lips, and she responded by twirling her tongue around my wet thumb, licking it clean and savoring herself.
In truth, what I had just told her could also be applied to me. Even though I had more notches on my bedpost than a common mortal should be allowed—certainly more than enough to fill a few dozen bedposts—something about Belle made her stand out from everyone else I had ever taken. It wasn’t that she was hot, sexy, or confident to the point of being arrogant. She was all those things, but something else was there as well. I just couldn’t put my finger on what.
Fortunately for us both, I could put my finger other places. Still with my eyes locked on hers, I slid my thumb out from between her lips. I moved it down her naked torso, drawing a twisting line over her skin, and watched as she dragged her teeth over her bottom lip, anticipation taking over her face.
“Oh, fuck,” she hissed through gritted teeth, eyelids fluttering as I draped my thumb over her clit. Turning my hand around with a quick gesture, I flattened my palm over her aching wetness while, at the same time, I kept my thumb pressed against her tiny pleasure bud.
She threw her head back so fast she hit the side of the booth as she arched her back. Driving her hips forward, she pressed herself against my hand, her body gently swaying as she surrendered to the pressure.
Usually, I wouldn’t bother spending this much time teasing someone, but I couldn’t help it right then. I loved watching her writhe and moan, her body burning from the inside out as need drove her straight into the holy kingdom of lust. Fuck, I wouldn’t have minded spending hours teasing her like this, making her pretty little head explode more than a thousand times over with nothing but my fingers.
“I’m not a toy,” she suddenly said. Her eyes snapped open, and the weight of her gaze fell upon me. “Stop winding me up and just fuck me already.” She reached for me, her arm moving like a whip, and gripped my hard cock by the root. Her fingers tightened around my flesh so damn hard I couldn’t stop myself from groaning.
“Haven’t you ever heard that patience is a virtue?” I threw back at her, realizing just how desperate she was for me. Good. There was nothing like the sweet twinge of desperation to make a woman go absolutely mad. “Good things come to those who wait.”
“I don’t want the good things,” she whispered, her face alight with desire. “I just want the wicked ones.”
Before I could say anything, she flicked her wrist, her fingers running up and down the length of my hardness at a vicious pace. I gritted my teeth, pleasure shooting up my spine, and it took all I had not to go crazy. Then and there, I realized I needed her as much as I needed air to breathe.
With a growl in the back of my throat, I pressed my body to hers, and she immediately angled my cock down so the tip was positioned right against her entrance. Grinning like a maniac, I held my position there, merely relishing the way her hard nipples felt against my chest.
She was done with all the teasing, though, and it didn’t seem like she was willing to wait. Using her free hand, she planted it right on my backside, digging her fingers into my flesh as she reeled me in. For half a second, I thought of offering some resistance, fully knowing it’d drive her absolutely crazy, but I just didn’t have it in me.
One thrust and I was in.
Heaven.
Hell.
Purgatory.
My hard length slipped in easily, despite how tight she was. Her inner walls felt like a vise, gripping me so viciously it was hard for me to think straight. I only stopped when all of my inches were inside of her. For a moment, neither of us moved, our bodies still trying to process what happened.
Then we got started.
I pulled her up and closer me. She responded by throwing her arms over my shoulders and lacing her legs around my waist. I pinned her against the wall and pistoned in and out of her, putting all of my strength behind my hips. Each time I thrust felt like I was driving a spike through her soul, and the air around us grew heavy with electricity. I could almost feel it crackling all around us, inside us, everywhere.
“Don’t hold back,” she said, bringing her mouth down onto mine. She used the tip of her tongue to part my lips, and as our tongues wrestled, we simply lost all control. Right then, all common sense and decency had been thrown out the door. The only thing behind the steering wheel was raw instinct.
I didn’t mind it. In fact, that was exactly what I wanted.
Moaning against my lips, her tone both sultry and vulnerable at the same time, she dug her fingernails into my shoulder blades. She did it hard enough to draw blood, but I barely registered the pain. My nerve endings were alight with ecstasy, and my brain simply couldn’t process anything else.
“Fuck,” she hissed, resting her forehead against mine as her whole body tensed. Tiny spasms ran across her muscles, her lower back trembling softly, and her inner walls gripped me so tightly I was almost afraid she’d snap my cock in half. That, of course, didn’t happen. What happened was that she came. Hard.
She tightened her lips into a thin, white line to stop herself from moaning, but that did little to silence her. Her voice exploded in the air around us, as sweet and glorious as anything I had ever heard. I could almost see the fireworks going off underneath her skin as if she glowed from the inside out.
I didn’t stop.
Fully knowing she was riding the wave of a lifetime and wanting to join in on the party, I slid out from her. She gasped as my hard length fled from the embrace of her inner folds, but I didn’t give her much time to process it. Holding her firmly, I spun her around and laced one arm around her waist.
I didn’t need to explain anything.
She planted her hands on the wall in front of her and jutted her ass back at me, offering me one of the most perfect views my eyes had ever landed on. The pink flush of her skin, the smooth curves of her ass, and the glistening wet lips peeking from between her thighs… it was absolute perfection.
I closed the distance between us, and holding my hard cock with one hand, I pushed it down until I felt her inner thighs pressing on it. I positioned myself so my tip was back in the warm embrace of her inner lips, but this time I resisted the urge to thrust.
With her body still reeling from a violent orgasm, she tried to thrust back against me, but I held her firmly in place.
Leaning in, I brushed her hair aside and whispered into her ear, “I’m in charge here.” Then I slipped a single inch of my cock inside her waiting pussy. She gasped, tension filling her muscles and turning them into solid concrete, and I offered her one inch more. I kept on going at that pace for God knows how long, and I only realized I had been holding my breath once I was fully inside her.
Then, it was madness.
I planted both my hands on her hips and went all out, my hips slapping her ass cheeks over and over again. The sound of flesh on flesh was loud enough to be heard outside of the booth, but I didn’t give a fuck. As far as I was concerned, the entire world could know what was happening in this cramped, little space. In fact, Belle was lucky I didn’t push the curtains aside and offer everyone front-row tickets. This was, after all, a world-class performance.
“I want you to come when I tell you to,” I continued, moving my right hand around her waist. I let two of my fingers fall over her clit and then stroked it with a
rhythm that matched my hips. She almost melted, her knees threatening to buckle under her weight. I wasn’t about to let that happen, so I held her up and continued giving her all I had.
This wasn’t about sex, making love, or just plain fucking—as stupid as it may sound, there was something transcendental about the whole thing. Could I explain it? Put it into words? Not a chance in the world, but I knew something different was happening. Out of all the women I had ever been with, nobody had made me lose control like this.
For that, she deserved a reward.
“Come for me, Belle,” I whispered, threading my fingers into her hair and yanking on the strands. As I pulled her head back, I thrusted like a maniac, my body crashing against her with unbridled savagery. Judging by how she had stopped controlling her moaning, it was a fair assessment to say that she was loving it just as much as me. “Come for me, right now.”
“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, I’m gonna—”
She never got to finish her sentence.
Her whole body convulsed with pleasure right when my cock throbbed inside her. I thrust one last time, putting all I had behind that final movement, and then held firmly as a tidal wave of maddening ecstasy crashed against me. I felt thunder and fire shoot down my spine, and then that firestorm rose up the length of my cock. She had come hard but, fuck, I was coming even harder.
Gritting my teeth, I closed my eyes as I spilled my seed inside her.
For a moment, neither of us moved.
We just remained locked in that embrace as our heartbeats settled, the afterglow of whatever we had experienced covering us like a warm blanket. Right then and there, I knew it. Belle was different, and that meant this was a dangerous game for us to play.
Luckily, that was exactly my favorite type.
Chapter Eight
As we descended the stairs from the VIP lounge, I kept a hand on the hem of my skirt so the people on the lower floor wouldn’t get a shot of my bare crotch. Not that I was complaining. I never thought I would be so into having my panties ripped off…
Peter tried to hold my hand on the descent, but I smoothly kept it out of his reach without being terribly obvious. He was still my enemy, still my rival, and I was going to catch enough hell from Hook when he found out I let Peter in the club at all.
For the two of us to be seen holding hands would be simply too scandalous for damage control. As amazing as the sex had been, I wasn’t about to risk my entire future on a tryst, however compelling.
I led Peter behind the bar, into an office area I sometimes retreated to when I didn’t feel like heading home after a long day. It was private, but thanks to security monitors I could keep an eye on the club while doing clerical work.
“Is this your lair?” Peter asked, hands thrust into his pockets as he swept his gaze around the room. He was playing it very cool since I’d fended off his PDA on the way out of the VIP lounge. He was no stranger to these kinds of games, and neither was I.
Just because we were good in bed together didn’t mean we had a chance at a stable relationship. And being enemies only reduced those chances even further. At that point, I still thought of Peter as a player, someone more interested in conquests than anything else.
Besides, I didn’t want him getting the wrong idea just because I was submissive to him in the VIP lounge. It was still my club, and we were still rivals.
“If you like.” I gestured around. A desk, a comfortable rolling office chair, a loveseat that used to be on the floor until we redecorated the lounge, and a twin-sized bed with disheveled sheets comprised almost the entirety of the décor. It was very much a “back of the house” space. Aesthetics weren’t considered a priority.
I picked up an empty box of fried rice and tossed it into a lipstick-shaped receptacle that already overflowed.
“Sorry about the mess, I ah… I don’t usually entertain.” I offered a sheepish smile. All of a sudden I felt awkward, which made little sense. We’d gotten along just fine in the VIP lounge…
“I’ve seen plenty worse.” He came over and attempted to slip a hand around my shoulders. I disengaged myself with a gentle but firm movement and sat on the loveseat. Peter cocked an eyebrow and then sat near me, leaving about a foot’s distance between us. The red cushion deformed under our bodies, creating a slant, and I had to fight to avoid sliding right onto his lap.
“So,” I spoke just to break the awkward silence. “That was… good.” My cheeks burned, and I wished I had a drink I could hide my face behind.
“Good? Babe, that was fantastic.” When he noticed I wasn’t sharing his smile, it faded. “What’s wrong?”
I sighed and looked away from him, staring out the window at the darkly crawling sea. “What do you think is wrong?” I laughed helplessly. “You’re one of the Mayne brothers. I work for Crenshaw Hook. That alone should be enough to cause anyone consternation.”
Peter leaned back in the loveseat, folding one leg over the other and bouncing his knee. He seemed possessed of an almost childlike degree of energy. I could tell by the light in his eyes he was ready to go again at the drop of a hat. Any hat.
“Well, those are certainly facts.” He shrugged. “But you said ‘that alone,’ which implies the existence of other things that cause problems.”
I turned toward him, crossing my arms over my chest. When I spoke, I was surprised by the ice in my tone. “Come now, Peter Mayne, don’t be flip. You know you’ve got a… reputation.” It was hard not to sound bitter.
“Reputation?” His face stretched in an innocent smile. “Why, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just a humble club manager.”
“Bullshit,” I snapped. “You’re not humble, not even close.”
“True,” he nodded. “But something tells me that’s not the reputation you’re referencing.”
I sighed and hid my face in my hands. “Oh my god, what am I doing?” I asked rhetorically. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. I can’t believe I fucked you. I’m breaking so many personal rules tonight…”
Peter flinched a bit when I dropped my vulgarity but he remained silent, allowing me to wind down and finish my thought.
“Look.” I pulled my hands away from my face and stared him dead in the eye. “I do my research, okay? I scout my enemies. So, I know all about you.”
“All about me?” He grinned, those boyish dimples making my heart race in spite of myself. “I highly doubt you know… all… about me.”
I arched an eyebrow. “You were all-conference champion with the épée in fencing at Exeter Prep for three years in a row until your senior year when you tore your rotator cuff and had to drop out of the competition.”
Peter’s smile faded, but only a little. “So, you can use Google. Congratulations.”
“Four years ago, you bought the marker of a two-time loser named Stig the Pig and then forgave it on account of him having two young children at home.”
Peter stroked his chin, eyes narrowing with wariness. “I see you’ve been talking to folks in the neighborhood. Am I that interesting?”
“Like I said, know thy enemy.” My mouth twitched as I considered whether to drop the next tidbit of information I’d gleaned on Peter. “Then there’s Tracey Ellis, whose bill you paid for an unnamed procedure at a Planned Parenthood.”
Peter leaned forward, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “Watch yourself, lady.” There was menace in his tone. “Dig up the past, and all you get is dirty.”
“You didn’t let me finish,” I said, not batting an eye. I already knew, somehow, that Peter would never hurt me, even if I couldn’t admit it to myself consciously. “You weren’t the father, it was your boy Nathan Bonaduce, affectionately referred to for some reason as Nibs.”
“His initials are NB, and how in the hell do you know all of this? You didn’t harass Tracey, did you?”
“No,” I assured him, seeing it was very important to him. “I didn’t even speak with her. As far as how I know this… well, I have
my sources just as I’m sure you have yours. And my sources tell me that you… enjoy the company of young women a great deal.”
Peter shrugged. “You try walking into a bar with a thousand-dollar bill stuck to your forehead and see if you don’t walk out with something, male or female. But that’s history. Old news. Done.”
I was taken aback by the conviction in his tone and regarded him for a long moment before speaking. “Why would you say something like that? Leopards don’t change their spots.”
He barked a short laugh and leaned back casually. His eyes ran up and down my form, lingering on my exposed legs before returning to meet my gaze. “Last time I checked, I’m not a jungle cat. I’m a man.” His smile changed, its aspect subtly darker. “You know that very well after what occurred upstairs.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake.” I rolled my eyes. “Just because I slept with you doesn’t mean I think you’re charming. Or that I even like you. What is it with you men? You think you can cast a charm spell over any woman with the magical wand dangling between your legs?”
Peter arched an eyebrow, merry light dancing in his gaze. “Well, it doesn’t mean you don’t think I’m charming… or don’t like me, either.” His smile faded into a somber expression, and I think he struggled to get the next words out. “I mean… I like you, so…”
All of a sudden, this dirty, hot player was acting like a bashful high school freshman trying to get a prom date. It was so disarming, so endearingly cute, that I was more flustered than when he was heavy petting me in the lounge.
“Peter, please,” I murmured, my skin on fire. My hands clenched into fists on top of bare knees. But a smile stubbornly fought to appear on my face despite my turmoil. “Please stop. Don’t say things like that.”
“Why not?” Peter shifted his weight, sliding just a bit closer to me. His scent, already all over me and filling my senses, became more intense. I wanted him even closer. Worse, I had no real answer.