“Just about. There’s a thrift store down the street and every now and then I find an oldie but goody for a quarter.”
He took in her appearance—unmanicured fingernails, hair undyed, the shoes she wore saw better days, and no jewelry, but she was lovelier than the tightly laced ladies at the clubs or the tricked out groupies on tour. He wanted Jewel in bed, between him and Stephon… more than he’d wanted anything in a long time.
Her next question surprised him, “Are you going to ask me on a date?”
He closed his eyes briefly and then slowly opened them. “Not yet.”
“Okay, but don’t wait too long. One of the older men in here might snap me up.” Her voice dropped, “I’m really good with my… hands.” She waited a beat. “You know, kneading dough and things like that.”
He gulped.
She laughed again. “You’re pretty easy, you know.”
When it came to her he wanted to be. “I know.”
“I need to get to work.”
“I’ll take the special again.”
“Of course, that means your muffin is free.”
“Are your muffins usually free?”
“Now you’re getting the hang of this café flirting thing.”
“I wasn’t flirting.” He stared boldly back at her.
“My muffins are priceless.”
There she went with her lowered voice and sexy as hell batting eyelashes. His cock stiffened even more and he readjusted himself under the table, but it did little good. He hadn’t lacked control like this in years.
Business picked up, he ate his breakfast, and then left without having a chance to say goodbye. It was for the best. He laid forty dollars on the table with a note on a clean napkin.
“For the priceless muffin.”
Thoughts of Stephon and what they shared made his mind up. Jewel was a vanilla girl and their lifestyle wasn’t for her. He wasn’t coming back. The tip was his farewell.
***
He tossed and turned the entire night, and against his better judgment, he was back at the café the following morning.
She waited on a few customers before finally getting a chance to sit down across from him. “I’m off tomorrow.”
“Does that mean no muffins?”
“Yep.”
“I don’t know if I’ll survive.” He gave her his best disappointed look.
“I’m sure you will.” She returned it with a small smile.
He knew he shouldn’t, but thoughts of Stephon seemed to drift away when she was near and the words spilled out. “What time do you get off this afternoon?”
“Two.” Her eyes turned hopeful.
“How about dinner?”
“Is this a date?” Now she grinned.
“Yes.”
“I thought you’d never ask. What if I cook you dinner?”
For the first time, he saw open need on her face and his voice lowered at just the thought of being alone with her. “You’re on your feet all day. What if I bring takeout?”
“Chinese?”
He’d willingly give her anything at that moment. “You drive a hard bargain.”
“I love Chinese as long as it’s not Ramen noodles.”
He remembered eating the same cheap packets before their band got big. “No Ramen noodles, I promise.”
She used a table napkin to write down her address and included a slightly crooked picture of the side corner stairway. He wanted to take her delicate hand, kiss each finger, and then press them to his hard cock. “I’ll be there at six.” It would seem like a lifetime.
His thoughts traveled an entire gamut of sexual fantasies, which made the two-mile walk back to the hotel speed by. He opened the door to the suite and with a cup of coffee in his hand, Stephon was awake much earlier than usual.
His eyes met Matt’s. “Should I be jealous?”
“Yes.”
“That good?”
Stephon’s hardened facial muscles made Matt take a slow steady breath. “That incredible.”
Stephon stood and walked over, moving in close and running his hand through Matt’s hair. “You don’t smell like sex.”
Matt laughed. “And if I did?”
“I really would be jealous.”
“She’s a waitress at a diner I discovered a few days ago. Her name’s Jewel.”
Stephon put two and two together. “So while I was getting it on hot and heavy with Cheryl Lee, you were hitting on a waitress?”
“Or something like that.” He felt guilty for excluding Stephon and then not discussing it with him right away.
Of course Stephon noticed. His eyes darkened and he removed his hand from where it settled on Matt’s shoulder. “Do I get to meet her?”
“Not yet.” Matt looked away.
“I am jealous.” The low words caused Matt to look back at his friend.
“I doubt it’ll go anywhere, but I’m having dinner at her place tonight.”
After a long sigh, Stephon gave in. “If this is what you need to bring you out of your funk, I’m fine with it. You know we don’t have any hard and fast rules about seeking personal attention.”
“I know, and I don’t think she’s anything more than a quick vanilla fling.”
His friend’s penetrating stare let Matt know that Stephon knew he was lying.
Stephon took a shower and then left for parts unknown and didn’t return for the remainder of the day. They didn’t have any strict rules, but the two of them shared women—period, and for the first time in a very long time he felt uncomfortable in his relationship with Stephon. When he thought of Jewel, he had a surge of protectiveness for her innocence, and his and Stephon’s kinky life just didn’t mesh. But god Matt wanted her, and even one vanilla night might help get her out of his system.
***
Jewel
She cleaned her small efficiency apartment in record time. It wasn’t much, but she tried her best. They both knew tonight wasn’t about dinner or dating. A woman didn’t invite a man to her apartment without an agenda. This was about sex. Matt’s constant flirting and the way he watched her over the past four days had her libido on high alert. She was a grown woman and men like Matt wanted sex. It just rarely happened that anyone worthwhile wanted it from her. Matt was different and saw past her scar; he actually desired her, and she wanted a night of un-adulterated lust. Her last sexual encounter was over a year ago and the creep lied to her. And, like the stupid woman she was, she believed him. After his wife called the diner and the two women had a heart to heart, Jewel left a not-so-nice message on his cell phone. He never came back or called again, and Jewel hoped his wife kicked his ass to the curb.
She looked through her closet, but didn’t really have anything sexy to wear. The light blue tee and jean short shorts would have to do. She knew she had good legs, but thought her ass was too big and her boobs were too small, and she felt like a slightly uneven hour glass. For so long her marred face kept her from thinking about the imperfections of her body. She smiled to herself because Matt seemed to appreciate every part of her body, even in the appalling uniforms she wore.
She’d opened all the windows to let the faint breeze in, but the small apartment was still too warm. There was nothing more she could do, and at five minutes to six, a knock sounded on her door.
He held the bags of food in his left hand and looked her over from head to foot, spending an appreciatively long time on her legs. Her gaze traveled to his snug black tank top and the bulging muscles of his chest and arms. She wanted so badly to run her fingers over every line of ink and see if it covered him everywhere. She noticed the pulse beating on the side of his throat before meeting his eyes. Sexual tension flowed back and forth between them. Her hands trembled when she took the bags from him and stepped back.
He walked in, closed and locked the door, and then took the bags from her hand and set them on the small table she’d prepared with plates and silverware for dinner. She noticed a black bag with the strap
slung over his shoulder. He slipped it off and set it down on the carpet with a gentle thud.
He turned and walked toward her. When he was close enough that his earthy, masculine scent surrounded her, he spoke on a whispered breath, “I’m not eating before kissing you.” His palms went to her face and his thumb put light pressure just below the corner of her scar, causing her lips to separate.
That small touch was the sexiest thing any man had ever done, but she had little time to enjoy the tender sensation because his mouth came down hard on hers. His tongue danced in and out, up and around, applying gentle then stronger force. He backed her to the wall and captured her ass cheeks in his hands, pulling her against the bulge of his jeans. Her arms squirmed out of his hold and went to his shoulders, but he growled slightly, released her ass, and then took her hands in his, lifting them above her head. With only one of his larger hands, he held both of hers against the wall. Then his free hand was back on her ass, massaging and pulling her closer, using the age-old rhythm of sex to grind then loosen then press into her again. In sixty seconds she was closer to an orgasm than after half an hour of any oral sex she’d ever had.
One leg came up to wrap around his waist. He released her ass and settled his hand on her bare thigh, applying downward pressure, which caused her to grumble under her breath.
His hand traveled back up to her face, taking hold of her jaw, while releasing her lips. “Not yet. Dinner first then you and I will talk.”
“Talk?” She almost squeaked.
His smile was gentle, but the word firm, “Talk.”
“Okay.” She felt suddenly insecure, but then his lips took hers in another demanding kiss.
Finally, his mouth separated with a few last small nips and he backed away. He pushed the black bag on the floor out of his path and sat down at the table. She followed the movement of his foot with her eyes, but he didn’t explain. Removing the white containers from the plastic bags gave her something to do with her shaking hands. “This is enough food for an army.”
“I didn’t know what you liked, so I figured you could save the leftovers.”
“If it’s Chinese food, I love it all.”
“There are noodles too.” He sat down and propped his chin on his hand with a grin.
“These noodles I can live with. What would you like to drink? I have beer.”
“Just water.”
“Okay.” She walked into the small open kitchen area and felt his eyes on her backside. Looking over her shoulder, she saw his smile widen without shame.
He shrugged his shoulders. “I like your ass.”
Heat shot to her cheeks. She turned away flustered, grabbed two glasses of water, and brought them to the table. They began eating and he asked her more about George and Starla.
“They took me under their wings after Starla hired me to waitress. I don’t have any relatives here and it’s nice knowing George will fix a leaky faucet when my landlord doesn’t get to it.”
He looked around the small rundown but clean space she lived in. “Do I need to have a talk with your landlord?”
His protectiveness warmed her. “Gosh no. The rent is super cheap and he’s a very nice elderly man. He owns the printing business downstairs and eventually fixes what’s needed if I wait long enough. This arrangement is perfect for me.” She changed the subject. “I’ve never asked where you live.” His eyes went darker and she almost wanted to take the question back.
He stayed quiet for a moment and then said, “California.”
“Are you working a job here?”
“I’m kind of on a break, but I’ll be leaving town on Thursday and won’t be back for a few days.”
“There’s something you’re not telling me,” she said playfully, but added a firm look.
“Yes, but I’d rather talk about tonight.”
That snapped her from her curiosity over his living arrangements. “Tonight?”
“Sex.” The intensity of his gaze created a slow burn between her thighs.
“Okay.” She managed to keep the squeak out of her voice this time, but her heart rate picked up.
“I like control.”
It was the last thing she expected him to say and she could only stare.
He continued. “I put a lot of thought into our… date. At first, I planned to enjoy a vanilla evening, but I’ve decided that’s not what I want from you.”
She knew about sex practices outside of what he termed “vanilla,” but had never experienced anything other than the run-of-the-mill hot and heavy sex. Her eyes traveled to the wall where he had held her hands above her head. Her heart rate increased and her fingers quivered when she grabbed her glass of water to give herself a chance to think. She took her time, and then lowered the glass, looking into his deep, penetrating gaze. “What exactly do you want from me?”
His slight grin barely tipped the corners of his mouth. “I want a wild night of sex, but on my terms. I will only do what you allow, but I need you to understand my needs. If this is something you have no interest in, I’ll pick up my bag,” he nodded to the floor behind his chair, “and leave. I won’t force my kinks on you.”
Kink had so many forms and she’d read about sadism and masochism, but pain during sex flat out scared her. “Do you want to hurt me?”
His smile increased. “No, I have no intention of hurting you. I would like to play, and my kind of play becomes intense.”
She shook her head. “I can’t believe we’re talking about this.”
“Talk… communication is a must. If you say yes to trying things my way, I’ll stop anything you’re not okay with whenever you tell me.” He continued to focus on her. “How many times do you normally orgasm when you have sex?”
Oh, God, she couldn’t believe he asked, and her hands came up to cover her eyes. Warm fingers took ahold of hers and lifted them away. She had no choice but to look at him.
“How many?”
Her voice was barely above a whisper, “One… if I’m lucky.”
He laughed, the jerk. “I can promise several.”
A little of her mental backbone appeared. “You can, can you?”
“Yes, I can.”
She looked back at the wall and realized he was probably right, the smug ass. He waited patiently and allowed her mind to run through the good and bad possibilities. She took a deep breath, made her decision, and then turned to meet his gaze. “Yes.”
His smile disappeared and the all-consuming timbre of his voice caused her panties to flood. “I promise to make you come repeatedly tonight.”
She finally smiled and her courage returned. “Then stop talking about it.”
He stood suddenly and grabbed her hand, pulling her after him as he scooped up his bag and headed to the couch.
“The light?” she said in panic.
“No, I want to see you.”
“Oh, God.”
“If that’s what you want to call me.” He smiled, letting her know he was joking. Then he stopped and stared at her for a moment with a considering look. “Sit down here.”
“It’s a couch bed.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He pulled her down beside him and started to say something, but then kissed her cheeks with a soft butterfly touch of his lips before pulling away and unzipping his bag. She couldn’t see what was inside because he’d laid it to the side away from her. He withdrew a piece of long black material and smiled.
“You want to tie me up?” Panic instantly seized her.
His grin disappeared and his hand smoothed a piece of hair from her face, the rough texture of his fingers causing an electric thrill to pass along her nerve endings. His voice assured her, “No. We’re playing for the first time. You don’t know me well enough to let me tie you up, but with this,” he gave her the cloth, “I’d like to cover your eyes.”
She skimmed her fingers over the soft, silky material and then tried to glimpse around him to the bag. “What else is in there?” Her pulse slowed again.
>
His wicked smile returned. “Good question.” He placed the bag on his lap and withdrew several items, handing them to her one at a time. “They’re new. I purchased them today.”
“I think I know what they are, but I’m not real up to date on the latest sex gadgets.” The colors, contours, and controls amazed her.
His eyes sparkled. “I’ll explain.” He took the three-inch silver oval, which was attached to a controller, from her hand. “This is a bullet vibrator. I prefer it for clit play.”
She’d never dreamed of having this conversation with a man, but the words went straight to the part of her body he mentioned. He took the other vibrator from her hand. “This is a rabbit. It works both inside your pussy and on your clit.”
She squirmed and crossed her legs. “What else is in your bag?”
His grin widened knowingly at her discomfort and he pulled out a box of condoms and a bottle of lube, and then unzipped a small bag and handed over two long silver tweezers. She stared in question at the funny contraptions.
“Nipple clamps.”
Her breath caught. “You want to do all of this tonight?”
His eyes flashed with intensity. “Yes.”
If he didn’t stop using that sexy resonance with each word, she wouldn’t need him to touch her in order to have an orgasm. She was one-hundred percent certifiably crazy for considering this, but she asked, “What else is in there?”
“I think this is a good start.” Each word vibrated all the way to her toes.
“Do these hurt?” She jingled the two clips together.
“They can, but I’ll let you decide how tight you can handle them.”
She looked away. “I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.”
His hand came out and one finger brought her chin around. “It all stops if you want it to. The word ‘red’ is most often used.”
“Red?”
“‘No,’ ‘no more,’ and ‘stop’ are often said when in the heat of the moment. You need a word that means stop immediately.”
“A safeword.”
“Yes.” His lip quirked at the corner. “Have you played before?”
Heat flooded her cheeks. “No, but I’ve read a few books.”
The sexy quirk of his lips deepened. “Fiction or non-fiction?”
Loving Two Doms (Club El Diablo) Page 3