My Sinful Seductions

by Melissa Devenport

  Speeding along the highway was not the smartest thing we could have done, especially considering that our mutual “relative” was in the hospital following a car accident, but I felt safe and we did get where we were going in one piece.

  Pulling into Leonard’s tiny clientele-only parking lot, Cole gunned the motor loudly before parking and pulling out the key. He put both our helmets in the back storage case of the bike while I pulled down my skirt and tried to smooth out the wrinkles. The sight of us in the glass of the café was priceless. We looked at the very least hungover, as if we were still wearing yesterday’s clothes. I shook my head and decided to go ahead and give it a try despite our unflattering appearance. We linked arms and walked through the doors. Cole clearly didn’t think twice about his appearance, just winked and used his usual charm on the maître d’. While wearing a baseball cap and un-shined boots.

  I’d been here plenty of times with Allen, but Leonard’s was a popular eatery and I couldn’t be sure if the staff would remember me or not. I smiled brightly just in case, and we were ushered into a dimly-lit corner of the establishment.

  “Thank you so much,” I gushed at the host. “I realize we’re not at our best but I couldn’t resist stopping by for the crab.” The man nodded politely and assured me it was no problem. Cole raised an eyebrow when we were left alone with the menu.

  “So what, I’m not fancy enough to eat lunch?”

  “Oh relax. People generally want to dress up for a meal at this time of day. The sort of people with no jobs to go to and money to throw away on pretty clothes they want to show off while eating pretty food."

  “Aha! Now I see. Milking me for all I’m worth because my brother can’t keep it in his pants, eh?”

  I shot him a menacing glare, which he waved away with a faintly oil-stained hand. “No worries, I got it. Let’s indulge.”

  “Thanks, Cole. Really.”

  He winked at me. “So, there are two things I want to know. First, what the hell should I eat? I’m not picky but reading through this is just confusing. Second, have you managed to hook up with anyone decent since ol’ Allen got the shaft?”

  My mouth dropped open, causing him to grin. “Well?”

  “I’m having the soft-shell crab sandwich. I know you love a good steak – maybe try the steak and eggs Benedict on a giant waffle? That should fill you up.”

  He huffed, thinking, and nodded his consent. I placed our order and asked for a beer and a peach Bellini to get us started. The waiter nodded politely and scurried off, leaving us with a plate of small pastries to nibble on. I hungrily dove in, getting sugar all over my fingertips and loving it. Cole nodded appreciatively as he quickly chewed and swallowed several little pastries, then wiped the residue off on a nice cloth napkin.

  He caught my eye when the drinks were served. “So, Mel? You didn’t answer that second question. It’s enough to have Allen after me for spending time with you, but is there another man out there I should watch out for?”

  His words sounded jovial but the topic saddened me. I shrugged. “There was someone. A brief someone. He just left the country.”

  Cole’s eyes grew wide. “Wow! You really don’t let the exes stick around, do you!”

  I mimed a smile and he put a hand on mine.

  “Seriously though. I’m glad you had some company. You’ll find more, pretty lady. All you gotta do is walk outside! They’ll be lining up.”

  I wobbled my head in a noncommittal answer. “Thanks. But really, I’m thinking about starting work and focusing on something else.” The Bellini was cool and sweet on my tongue. I closed my eyes for a second and enjoyed the fresh taste of the cocktail as it flowed down my throat. Just what I needed. Damn the hour.

  Cole clearly felt the same, chugging half his dark beer in one go and wiping his mouth happily. “Work! Doing what, exactly? Don’t tell me you’ve run out of that sweet ex-hubbie money already?”

  I smiled, my body warming from the alcohol. I was feeling happier with every sip. “Oh don’t be crazy, I’m still nicely taken care of! I just wonder if it might be more fulfilling to actually have some kind of career. You know, now that I don’t have to spend my time worrying about where my husband is, or who he’s with. Etcetera. But no, I don’t know what, yet. I’m doing some thinking.”

  By the time our food arrived, my inner tension at dealing with Allen unexpectedly had melted away, leaving a happy, carefree, single girl in its wake. I was laughing and joking with Cole just like we were back in the old days, except this time I was free to really appreciate his rugged good looks and bad-boy attitude. Sensing that he was feeling just as good about spending time with me as I was about spending time with him, I went for it. When I crossed my legs and grazed his leg with my toes, I let them linger. Coyly, I kept my eyes focused on my plate.

  “How’s your giant waffle? As amazing as it looks?”

  Cole’s handsome green eyes twinkled at me from across the well-dressed table. True to character, he was making short work of a mountain of food. Intermingled with the scents of my seafood sandwich and his eggs Benedict, I could smell his musky, masculine aroma. It was natural and very effective. It was astounding how I’d been so ignorant of such an attractive, rugged man the whole time I was married. What was it about Allen that had damaged all my instincts? Being apart from him was like waking up and realizing I was a human.

  I had another Bellini after my meal, to keep that warm buzz I was feeling. “You aren’t still with Chandelle, are you?”

  Cole snorted, his mouth full of eggs and rich sauce. After swallowing, he wiped his lips. “Oh Mel, that girl is so gone. I hope never to darken her door again, believe me. Nah,” he met my eyes, searching. “It’s just me and the dogs now. They’re my only girls.”

  Nice. Everything pointed to this unexpected encounter working out very well for me.

  When the plates were cleared and our drinks were empty, Cole cocked his head to one side and tapped my hand with his. “So I’m stuck in the city for a while to take care of Allen, as I’m sure you figured.”

  “Yeah?”

  “And, well…I’m always lonely in this place. Come keep me company. I stay at Allen’s. If it doesn’t feel weird for you to return to your old home?”

  His dimple revealed itself in a teasing smile. I returned it.

  Chapter 4

  In Old Surroundings

  “Holy shit, Mel. Fuck that’s good. Fuuuck I’m so happy my stuck-up yuppie brother got himself mangled!”

  I moaned a positive response, but it wasn’t very clear since my mouth was full of his swollen dick. Slowly, I released him and looked up into his eyes. His mouth was open and his breath was ragged. I couldn’t help thinking of the encounters I’d had with Adam, and wanting something more from Cole than a quickie on my old couch. I pulled away and pulled his hand gently across my breasts.

  “Cole?”

  “Yeah baby?”

  “Could you…tell me what to do?”

  At first he looked at me blankly, but when what I was asking him to do clicked in his brain, I saw electricity ripple through his body. Without speaking, he bent down and scooped me up from the floor, throwing me onto the large expensive couch I’d chosen for this immense living room. Staring into my eyes, he straddled me while holding my wrists forcibly at the sides of my head.

  “You want me to manhandle you, is that it Melissa? To hold you down and make you do everything I ask?”

  Electricity ran through me just at the sound of his words. Weakly, I answered, “yes!”

  His eyes twinkled and I pushed the cap off his sweaty curls. “Hmm. This does not sound like the woman my brother married…”

  I pursed my lips and tilted my chin up. “Good.” His eyes twinkled and the dimple next to his mouth showed itself again. I bit my lip and gave him a smoldering look.

  Cole snapped into action, pulling off his tight boxers and t-shirt. “Lay back and open your mouth.” I did as I was told, watching him position himself over me,
calves clenching my ribs tightly. As the thick head of his cock hovered before my lips, I felt that intense wave of electricity wash through my body. I inhaled sharply as he put a hand softly on my head, smoothing back my hair. I smiled up at him for a moment before his head touched my lips gently.

  “Come on, baby, take my dick. Ah, just like that.” Cole threw his head back and shut his eyes, thrusting slowly in and out of my mouth. His hands stiffened at the back of my head, ensuring the rhythm was exactly what he wanted. The electricity I felt began to pool between my legs as I watched him push in and out of my mouth. Something about this view drove me crazy! Without thinking, I brought my hands to my swelling clitoris and started to massage myself. My moan brought Cole’s attention to the fact.

  “You like my big dick in your mouth? It turns you on?”

  Another moan, stifled by his flesh. I felt Cole’s dick swell at the vibration, and my fingers increased their pressure. I thought of all those times my ex-brother-in-law rode into the city on his dusty motorcycle and showered in our home, just to emerge from the bathroom in a single towel with dripping skin. His chest was mostly bare, so I could see his sculpted muscles beneath his smooth skin. Now, I could watch his abdominal muscles contract up close while he soothed his erection inside of me. It was intensely erotic. I worked my tongue around his head and shaft softly for several minutes before the force of the thrusts intensified and I had to focus on opening my mouth wider and relaxing my throat.

  As the head of Cole’s dick pummeled the back of my throat, I watched, mesmerized by the sight of his sturdy thighs and stomach. The pressure of my fingers between my legs compounded, and my legs sprang apart without any signal from me. I could feel his cock swelling past the point of no return, and his impending orgasm spurred me on to my own. Unable to contain myself, I started vocalizing my pleasure while Cole grasped my head firmly and fucked me to conclusion. I came just as his dick started spurting hot, wet cum into my mouth, and he knew it thanks to my subdued shouts.

  Grunting, Cole thrusted a few more times, slowly, as I swallowed his cum while breathing heavily from my own climax. Washed clean, he pulled out and sat back on my lap, staring at me like a boy that got exactly what he wanted for Christmas. His awed expression made me giggle.

  “You are not what I expected at all, Melissa. I mean…wow.”

  He rubbed my stomach, watching me wipe my mouth and exhale sharply in satisfaction. “Well,” I answered noncommittally, “I’ve made a few changes since getting rid of your horrible brother.”

  “All for the better, I hope?”

  “Yeah, I hope so too.” I motioned for him to move back so I could stretch my limbs and sit up. He accommodated me, remaining comfortably naked. Still in my pink panties and tank top, I eyed his body hungrily. Luckily for me, Cole didn’t look much like his brother. Not only was he naturally muscular, but his gritty personality always shone through and transformed him into a completely different person than straight-laced, career-driven Allen. Nevertheless, it was exhilarating—and strange—being here in my old home with someone other than my ex-husband. I intended to take full advantage of my surroundings.

  I didn’t bother to get dressed before striding confidently into the wine cabinet to search out a good Chardonnay. Just like a rich, self-important man to keep a well-stocked collection of wine despite the fact that he hates it. To spite him, I decided to drink every bottle humanly possible. Screw the hangover; I’d get on this career quest afterwards.

  Cole appeared next to me, searching out the most expensive malt liquor he could find. I noted with disappointment the reappearance of his boxers. Drinks in hand, we wandered the extensive house together, chatting.

  “I see he’s kept the design scheme, after all the fighting we did about it. Figures.”

  Cole chuckled. “I don’t think he had a clue what else to do with the space, Mel! He had to keep everything the way it was. It was that or strip everything bare and admit to himself he doesn’t have a tasteful bone in his body. Hell, my place looks better than Allen could have managed. Elk horns and all!”

  I laughed at his reference to my perennial complaint regarding his small-town home as I fingered a soft, silk curtain in my former luxury bedroom. Cole put a ropy arm around my shoulders, peeking past the curtain to the stunning garden view. I sighed.

  “Don’t get sad on me, Mel. Let’s drink the asshole’s wine and be glad he isn’t here to ruin our good time. His eyes drank me in from head to toe, and he moved his hand from my shoulder to my waist. Finding the waistband of my panties, he stuck a finger between the material and my skin. “Anyway, I have a very naughty idea that could benefit the both of us.” He swept his eyes meaningfully to the king-sized bed.

  My blood turned hot once more. “Oh yes? And what might that be?” I bit the rim of my glass playfully while Cole raked his fingers through my hair and tugged gently. We kissed roughly, his hands finding my ass cheeks and lifting me with them. He tossed me onto the tall, wide bed made neatly with black satin sheets, and told me to get undressed.

  How could I say no?

  Chapter 5

  Moving Forward

  When the week was out, Cole got back on his motorcycle and headed out of town. Allen was discharged from the hospital and well enough to stumble around on his own (or with the help of some floozy) and I felt well and truly finished with that chapter of my life. Cole was a great distraction from the absence of Adam, and hooking up with him let me work out some of the wrath against my ex-husband. What better revenge than sleeping with his hot biker brother?

  Unfortunately, once I was back in my condo and on my own, I started to feel the loneliness closing in again. Afraid of going to the animal shelter and coming home with a dozen fur-kids to fill the void, I threw myself into interior decorating. I’d been in my new home for too long to keep sleeping on the sofa and reusing the same two plates.

  Feeling a bit grungy and sorry for myself, I did my shopping from my laptop while drinking a chilled glass of Pinot. Neiman Marcus had everything I needed and more to stifle the echoes of my own voice from bouncing off the bare walls.

  “Gray. That’s the key to modern sophistication.” I sipped from my single crystal wine glass while talking myself through the new décor. “The perfect backdrop for purple or blue in any shade. I’ll do the new sofas in muted steel, then bring in plush rugs and curtains in purple…yes!” Nodding in satisfaction, I entered my credit card details and snapped the laptop shut. My only task finished, and the wine glass emptied, I busied myself by tidying up my few possessions in expectation of a next-day furniture delivery.

  Aside from clothing and a couple pieces of dishware, there wasn’t much stuff to speak of. In half an hour or so the condo was completely clean and all I had to try to organize were the things in my large keepsake box. Though they’d sat in the bottom of my closet throughout my marriage, now I wondered if some of the items I’d cherished as a child and young woman might be able to come out into the light once more.

  The pickings were slim, given the age of most of the stuffed animals and the low quality of the photos, but I did find an old watercolor picture that my grandmother had painted for me and decided to hang it up on my bedroom wall. My stuffed cat and teddy bear took places of honor at the head of the bed after a little soul-searching. After all, if they couldn’t be their tattered selves in here, where could they?

  I spend some time hanging pictures and framing photos before coming across my high school yearbooks. They could take up space on the incoming bookshelf, I thought, smiling at the thought of all the good times I had in school – with and without Allen.

  With all my possessions categorized and placed throughout the condo, I sat on the floor of the empty, carpeted bedroom and flipped through the yearbook from my senior year in high school.

  “Oh, wow,” I breathed quietly. There were so many more photos than I remembered! There I was, young, beautiful and naive. Playing volleyball. Hanging out in the parking lot, leaning out of my frie
nd’s Camaro. Giggling while Allen whispered something in my ear. Engrossed in all the possibilities of where my life could have gone, I flipped through each page slowly, taking it all in.

  For the sake of comparing how my life might have gone in a different direction from that point, I tried to remember the other interests I’d had at 18, other than my boyfriend.

  “Parties? Getting rich? No those don’t count. I guess I liked English class, didn’t I…” murmuring to myself, I had a sudden memory of a pair of dark, mature eyes glancing at me from the front of the classroom. Oh my god. “Professor Lehmen!”

  I laughed out loud at the thought of the man I’d secretly crushed on throughout my entire secondary education. The only reason I made it to class on time and put such an effort into my papers. Frank Lehmen, the youngest and sexiest member of staff – at least that’s how it was 20 years ago.

  Turning to the staff photo pages, I scanned through the names until I found the one I was looking for. There he was: an attractive, learned man even younger than I was now. How the years can fly right by! Curious about his current status, I went back to the sofa and got online. If he was still teaching, there was a good chance he wouldn’t be easy to find. But then, he was always such a liberal – maybe he’d joined the social media revolution despite the fact that students would be able to find his profile.

  The online search made my face break out in a grin. “Found you!” Out loud, I teased him playfully from the safety of my home. As I spied on his public photos, my cheeks flushed unexpectedly. After two decades, Mr. Lehmen still had that intellectual charm about him. Not to mention a set of eyes that drew you in even through cyberspace.

  I let his profile sit, static, on my screen while I went for another glass of chilled wine. The truth was, I needed to bolster my courage to do what I had immediately wanted to do since remembering my old professor: reach out. I stood in the kitchen for several minutes, thinking it over and sipping my wine in rather large gulps, before daring to return to the computer. I surveyed my domain from the entrance-way of the kitchen and was happy with the quality and amount of space that I saw. I knew my life was luxurious compared to many, and I was thrilled to have money to spend on any furnishings, clothing, wine, dinners and toys I wanted. But as I stood there, alone, the quietness and the solitude really struck me. Even with all these things, I was alone, and it didn’t feel comfortable.