Devi's Bliss: Bools 1-3

by Mika Lane

  Darting around her most sensitive spot, Jake tasted and teased the crevices around her clit, leaving her to arch and push deeper into his mouth. Gasping, she spread her legs wider and rocked her hips to increase the coverage of his perfect caresses. Moaning, he swallowed her juices and zeroed in on her hard clit.

  Round and round his tongue circled the center of her sex until she would no longer permit him to sidestep it. She thrust herself up into his mouth, and his tongue flicked her clit several times before closing in on it. When she was completely engulfed, she cried out, twisting and pulling her nipples. The mix of pleasure and pain shot in every direction, and she began to lose herself in a ferocious orgasm. Her head tossed back and forth, throwing hair over her face and pillow as she bucked her hips against his mouth.

  “Jake, yes. Fuck, I’m coming!” she screamed as she reached her peak.

  He dialed back on his sucking as waves of orgasm washed over and through her. Quivers shattered her body, stealing her thoughts and leaving nothing but raw emotion.

  Holy shit.

  Tears streamed down her cheeks.

  Jake looked up. “You okay, baby?”

  She nodded. There were no words.

  He reached into the nightstand for a condom. Flinging the wrapper to the floor, he covered himself and rubbed his cock along her slickness, through her lips and around her clit until he found her begging core.

  “Please,” Dakini said.

  “Please what, baby?”

  “Please let me have your cock. I want your cock,” she said in a breathy whisper.

  As his tip entered her pussy, she watched his face—his half-closed eyes and parted, murmuring lips. He inched deeper and her mouth fell open, drawing a deep gasp of air. She grabbed his ass and pulled, begging for more, but he stalled, reveling in her wild response. Slipping halfway in and then pulling back out, he stretched her to take more. Releasing his ass, Dakini reached behind her to brace against the headboard with straight but trembling arms. She pushed her hips to take more of him.

  When he was sufficiently wet with her juices, he plunged into her up to his balls with his hand on the small of her back, arching her toward him. She threw her head back, screaming and following each stroke he gave her, laughing out loud as she opened her legs to feel more of him.

  Fuck me, baby.

  Jake’s moans soon equaled hers. The harder he pumped, the faster she bucked her hips to meet his, and when she thought she couldn’t take any more, she somehow did. Their fingers entwined as they took the ride together. She convulsed beneath him and shuddered when he drove his cock deep one last time, leading to her explosive orgasm as his body tensed in its own eruption.

  I could love this guy.

  They clung to each other for a time, silent. As Dakini’s breath crept to normal, her thoughts did, too. Putting her hands on the sides of Jake’s face, she lifted his head from where he’d collapsed on her and looked at him.

  “Hi.”

  “Hi, yourself,” Jake breathed, his eyes mere slits. “What did you say just a moment ago?”

  “What do you mean? I didn’t say anything.” Dakini’s heart skipped a beat. Had she said that out loud?

  “Oh. I guess I imagined it.” His head flopped back down to nuzzle her neck.

  Whew.

  “Grandma?” Dakini wandered out to the deck while Jake made bacon and eggs in the kitchen.

  “Hi, sweetie. How are you?”

  “I’m really well. How about you?”

  And, she was well, if not a bit worse for the wear. She looked back at Jake in the kitchen and he threw her a smile.

  “I’m getting by. You know how it is. Played bingo last night. I won ten dollars! And I have art class in a few minutes. We’re doing papier-mâché or something foreign-sounding like that.” In the background, an intercom screamed the day’s activities.

  “Next week there’s a bus to Reno for lunch and an afternoon of gambling. But it’s kind of expensive so I’m not sure…”

  “Grandma, sign up and go. You know I have you covered. Have fun with the other ladies.”

  Dakini continued. “Hey, I was thinking of visiting tomorrow. How’d you like that?”

  “Sweetie, thank you. And it would be wonderful to see you. Do you want to come for lunch?”

  “That’d be great. And Grandma?”

  “Yes?”

  Dakini looked back into the kitchen at Jake cracking another egg. She was gonna do this.

  “Do you mind if I bring someone?”

  “Course not. And who is this someone?”

  “A guy. A guy named Jake. I think I like him.”

  “Oh my! Okay then. Tomorrow we’ll see if I like him, too,” she said with a laugh. “And will you take me out for a spin in that fancy race car of yours?”

  “It’s not a race car Grandma, but yes, we’ll go for a ride.” That woman was just too damned cute. “See you tomorrow, Grandma. I love you.”

  “Okay, baby. See you then.”

  Chapter 9

  A few weeks later, Dakini and Jake walked into the gallery on Minna Street in San Francisco’s trendy South of Market neighborhood. A tray of champagne flutes was immediately thrust in their faces. She gripped his hand tighter, and he waved the waiter on with a “no thanks, man.” A confused look crossed the waiter’s face, and he turned to the next guests entering the gallery, who eagerly accepted his offering. Dakini was going into the third week of her twelve-step program. One of the first things she’d learned was that it would always be hard to say no.

  The gallery had been some sort of industrial set-up in a past life, and with its sixteen-foot ceilings and warehouse vibe, now hosted rotating art exhibitions and the occasional party. Tonight was an opening for a local artist whose career Dakini had been following for a couple years. When the invite had arrived in her email, she had thought, why not?

  Wandering around the gallery, she and Jake checked out the paintings and sculpture as well as the other San Franciscans in attendance. It was a happening crowd with understated style—no logos or labels, just unpretentious but up-to-the-minute clothing. And a lot of tattoos.

  Dakini stopped to study the largest canvas in the gallery while Jake got them sparkling water. When he returned, she moved on to examine the smaller, more affordable pieces. A nude with flowing black hair caught her eye.

  With the way people are pouring in here, these paintings won’t be affordable for much longer.

  “The woman in that painting looks like you,” Jake said.

  Dakini took a step back for a different perspective and tilted her head. “I think you might be right. That’s funny.”

  “You should buy that for your place.”

  Dakini checked the price posted next to it. “Yikes. I don’t know. It’s still kind of high for my budget.”

  Jake took her hand, and they continued strolling. “Hey, I liked visiting your grandmother again yesterday. She’s a cool lady. Love her stories of old San Francisco.”

  “Isn’t she the cutest thing? She’s doing so well in the home, too. Thank you for coming with me.” She gave his hand a squeeze.

  “I never knew either of my grandmothers. I always had this fantasy that someday I might have one.”

  “If you play your cards right, maybe I’ll share.” Dakini laughed.

  “Hey, check this out,” Jake said, pointing.

  He pulled her toward a narrow staircase tucked into a dark corner of the gallery.

  “This must go to the mezzanine. Let’s check it out. There’s probably more artwork to see.”

  They climbed the creaky old steps and entered a room none of the other guests had discovered yet. It was half the size of the main floor with a waist-high railing that provided a bird’s eye view of the crowd below.

  As Dakini watched the party grow, she spotted the event’s featured artist mobbed by well-wishing patrons.

  Settling into one of two cushy sofas in the room, Dakini felt Jake’s arm drape around her shoulders. Fr
om this comfortable station, she was in the perfect position to admire all the mezzanine’s paintings. Any one of them would have been just perfect for her apartment.

  Slow down, cowgirl.

  “Mmmm,” Jake said, smacking his lips. “This is some of the best Perrier I’ve ever had.” He flashed Dakini a goofy grin.

  She burst out laughing. “Yeah. Good stuff. Don’t drink it too fast.”

  “You know, Dakini. You could open a gallery like this,” Jake said, looking around.

  “No way. That would cost a ton of money. I mean, I do well at Devi’s, but I don’t have that kind of cash.”

  “I do.”

  “What? So now you want to open a gallery?”

  Jake shook his head. “No. Not alone. I’d like to do it with you.”

  “What!”

  He’s crazy.

  “It could be a gallery-slash-wine bar. With my experience in the restaurant biz and your knowledge of art, we could do it.”

  “My god, you are hilarious.”

  “Why not try?”

  “I don’t know. I guess I don’t have a good reason except that it sounds insane.”

  Neither said anything for a minute. Then Dakini turned to face Jake on the sofa.

  “I’m still getting used to this boyfriend-girlfriend thing. Not to mention the no-drinking thing. Let me get these down before we attempt our world domination.” She turned his face and placed a hard kiss on his mouth. “But you are so amazing to think of something like that. God, it could be fun.”

  Leaning toward him, she brushed her lips against his again. He leaned closer for more, but she yanked her head back in a tease. Smiling, Jake grabbed her hair and pulled her face to his.

  So freaking hot.

  Her lips traveled over his as Jake struggled to create more room in the crotch of his jeans for his developing erection.

  Coming up for air, he pointed over Dakini’s shoulder toward a nondescript door. “Wonder where that goes?”

  “Haven’t you ever heard, curiosity killed the cat?”

  “Yeah, but I’m not a cat.”

  He pulled her off the sofa, and she glanced around the room. They were still alone at least for the moment.

  The heavy door creaked as Jake put his weight into tugging it open, and they passed into a dim hallway lit by a single bare bulb. They jumped as the door slammed behind them, and Dakini’s heart nearly jumped out of her throat. Tiptoeing over a crackling old linoleum floor, they passed several numbered transom doors. On reaching the last, Jake flashed her a devilish smile. Without a sound, he turned the knob to number eight. When he found it unlocked, he opened it and poked his head inside.

  “Okay. Here we go,” Dakini whispered.

  Pulling his head out, he glanced up and down the hallway. With no one in sight, he grabbed Dakini’s hand and pulled her inside, closing the door without a sound.

  Wow.

  Her mouth dropped open as she took in the exposed brick walls, old plank floors, and a rusty ceiling fan that looked like it hadn’t been used in years.

  Probably for good reason. Looks like it could take somebody’s head off.

  She turned to the windows, a floor-to-ceiling expanse of casement windowpanes that slanted at the very top, allowing a view to the street below and directly up into the night sky. A mottled mirror in a crumbling gilt frame leaned against a wall.

  “Amazing,” she said, doing a full three-sixty rotation to take it all in.

  Jake’s hands captured her, pinning her against one of the rough, brick walls. With his hands on her shoulders, he stepped back and stared at her, his gaze mesmerizing. Her heart pounded.

  “God I’m hard.” He guided her hand to his fly and then hooked a finger under her chin to turn her face to his. “See what you do to me?”

  Her heart skipped a beat as she gripped his huge cock through his jeans. Her breath came in uneven gasps as his gaze bored into hers. He placed a searing kiss on her mouth, causing her to shake lightly. Wrapping her arms around him, she pulled him in for more.

  “Hold on.” With his hand on the back of her neck, he steered her over to the mirror where they faced each other’s reflection.

  “Look at me, baby, in the mirror,” he whispered with a light grip of the hair on the back of her head. Not taking his gaze from their reflection, he ran kisses up her neck, twisting her head just enough to reach her lips again. His kiss alternated between light and bruising as he tasted and bit.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he mumbled.

  Her throbbing pussy soaked her panties as he kissed her neck and worked her breasts. From his position, he had perfect access to all of her. Watching him ravish and take control of her body sent tremors into every part of her.

  He grabbed her waist, turning her toward the desk that stood beside them, bending her over it as he studied their reflection from the side.

  Dakini balanced herself on the desk’s surface as Jake ground against her through their clothes.

  He reached under the fabric of her dress to touch her skin and smiled slyly. “Damn, your tits are amazing, baby.”

  She whimpered at his warm skin on hers.

  With one hand alternately massaging and squeezing her nipple, the other wandered over her ass. She watched Jake step back to look at her bent posture and panty-covered behind, running a finger along the elastic leg. The closer he moved toward her swelling lips, the more she squirmed.

  He reached for her hand and guided it between her legs. With his hand around hers, their fingers rubbed hard through her drenched panties. Jake pushed her feet farther apart on the floor and guided her hand inside. They made small, slow circles on her hardening clit.

  “Keep going,” he rasped as he removed his hand from hers. “Keep rubbing that beautiful pussy.”

  Whimpering from the fingering, she looked toward the mirror to watch Jake. Her mouth was raw from the rough kissing.

  With one last grind of his cock against her ass cheeks, he sucked in his breath as he ran his hand up and down her ticklish crack. He yanked her panties all the way to the floor.

  “Keep rubbing. Don’t stop,” he growled.

  Watching the mirror, Dakini quivered as Jake sucked two fingers into his mouth and drew them out, wet with saliva. He thrust her forward until her face pressed against the musty desk, leaving her body bent at the waist in a ninety-degree angle.

  She couldn’t remember ever having been turned on like this in her life.

  Holy shit.

  His hand smoothed over her ass, and his fingers met hers on her clit. They dipped into her moisture and slid along her slit, slowly at first and gradually harder, opening her shaved lips as far as they would go.

  “Now spread those sweet cheeks,” he whispered hoarsely. “Spread ’em,”

  Dakini’s hand left her swollen clit, and she slapped a hand on each ass cheek. Pinching her fingers into the soft flesh, she drew her cheeks open as far as she could.

  What is he doing? And does it really matter…?

  From behind, Jake massaged her sex, managing to avoid her aching clit. His fingers ran up and down her slick pussy until he found her opening. He drove his fingers deep inside her pussy and pumped.

  Dakini began to convulse, and low moans accompanied her ragged breath. “Baby, I’m gonna come,” she whispered as her breath came harder and the tickle in her center grew to more than she could stand.

  His powerful fingers banged her while the other held her down by the nape of her neck, pumping in and out as creamy wetness slipped down the inside of her thighs.

  “Come on darlin’. Show me how you like it. Ride my fingers in your juicy pussy. Ride ’em.”

  Bent over the desk, Dakini’s position allowed her enough movement to meet Jake’s thrusts. She’d never felt so deeply fucked. She closed her eyes as her orgasm rolled and rolled. All she could do was lose herself in the sweetness of a man she couldn’t live without. As she came, she realized she felt safe, and that was probably the sexiest sensation of
all.

  After Dakini straightened her dress and smoothed her hair in their clandestine love shack, they made their way through the dim hallway back to the mezzanine. As they pushed open the forbidding steel door, they met the surprised faces of the crowd that had gathered during their absence.

  They casually wove through the guests, Dakini leading Jake by the hand down the crowded, narrow staircase back to the main floor. They found the only way to move through the now-packed event was to squeeze and push, sharing litanies of “pardon me” with the other polite but determined partygoers.

  Dakini excused herself for the ladies’ room, and Jake went to pull up the car. On her way out, she saw that her favorite painting was gone, purchased by some lucky soul.

  Hope it finds a happy home.

  “Fun night,” Dakini exclaimed as she took a big step to climb into Jake’s Jeep.

  “It sure was. And the fun’s not over.”

  “No?”

  What does that mean?

  “No, it’s not.” He sat and looked at her for a moment then hooked a finger under her chin to pull her in for a kiss. “You know how beautiful you are?”

  Dakini felt a familiar heat wash over her face.

  Jake reached to the Jeep’s back seat and retrieved a package wrapped in plain brown paper. “For you.”

  “What is it?” It was the size of a large book but much lighter.

  “Open it and you’ll see.”

  Could it be…?

  “Jake!” She tore at the paper, shrieking with excitement.

  She held the painting she’d admired earlier that evening, the one of the nude who resembled her. The painting was going to a happy home—hers!

  “Thank you!” She eyed the painting in disbelief.

  Jake glanced at her. “It’ll be the first piece in our gallery. Though not for sale of course. Like it?”

  “Yes! Thank you, baby.” She was floored by the gesture.

  “Did you know I love you?” she blurted out.

  “Yeah. You told me that ages ago.”

  “I did?”