by Desiree Holt
“Mmm?”
He brushed her hair away from her face and sifted his fingers through the silky strands. “The first person to fuck you there—really fuck you there—is going to be me. Okay?”
“Of course, it’s okay.” She burrowed harder against him. “I’ve never…I mean, I want…”
“It’s okay. Me, too.” He sat up, bringing her upright with him. “We should probably go back and join the others. I’m not usually gone like this.”
“Oh?” She tilted her head. “Don’t you bring other women into this room?”
He cupped her face and held her with his gaze. “You can believe this or not, but I confine my activities to the main rooms in this house. When I want a one on one with a woman, I pick a place away from here.” He saw the puzzled look in her eyes. “And you want to know why.”
She nodded. “Yes.”
He sighed. “How to explain this? This club has been my entire social life. The women I fuck alone are usually one of them. Doing it here would give them a false sense of the situation.”
A slow smile tilted her lips. “Ownership.”
“You got it. I want them to know it’s just sex.”
She wound her arms around his neck. “And what is it with me, Cody? Not just sex?”
“I don’t know,” he answered honestly. “That’s what I had in mind originally. But somehow there’s…I don’t know…a different element. Not that I don’t want the sex. And plenty of it. Any woman in my life has to know what they’re getting into.”
“I know that, Cody. I would never expect you to change your lifestyle or your sexual activities.”
“But I want a chance to see if the chemistry between us works out of bed as well as it does in it,” he went on. “How about you?”
“Me, too.”
He smacked her rear end lightly. “Let’s finish tonight’s festivities and see what happens. But Lanie?”
“Yes?”
“You will spend the night in my bed.”
She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his cock, nearly giving him a heart attack. “No problem. As long as I get to call some of the shots.”
Hell! I think my kitten just unsheathed her claws.
Chapter Five
By the time they finished brunch on Sunday, it was a given that something special was brewing between the two of them. The routine they established fell into place almost by silent agreement. During the day, while Cody was at his office or in meetings, Lanie spent the hours at home reading or writing her reviews. But the nights were a different thing altogether. The sex was as varied as the meals he served her.
“If I’d known you were such an insatiable wildcat,” Cody told her, “I wouldn’t have waited so long to do this.”
She lowered her lashes, suddenly shy. “I didn’t know myself.”
As the week progressed and she became more and more comfortable with him, any misgivings she still harboured disappearing like so much smoke. There wasn’t anything two people could do sexually that they didn’t try. Cody was a patient, caring teacher, leading her down erotic pathways she never dreamed she’d follow.
He’d fucked her in the shower, in the pool, on the kitchen table. One night after a swim when they were lying naked by the pool, she’d knelt on a pillow between his thighs and played with his balls and sucked his cock, teasing him with her mouth the way she’d discovered he liked, until his orgasm erupted like a geyser.
But the weekend was coming, and they hadn’t really talked about her role in the activities. They discussed some of the things she’d seen but nothing specific regarding her. Cody had been very clear about one thing—he made the rules, and he could break them. That meant where she was concerned he could set whatever limits he wanted, and he’d make sure everyone knew that.
But he still hadn’t told her exactly what he expected of her. How much he expected. Would she have to perform like Sheila and the others? Would he simply give her to one of the men, maybe his friend Mark? The worst part—or the best—was none of it really terrified her or turned her off. From someone who had experienced almost nothing, she was now hungry to taste everything.
Finally, she asked him to tell her outright what he wanted, given the new nature of their relationship.
“We’ll get to that,” he teased. “When the time is right.”
“And when will that be?” Shivers of anticipation skated up and down her spine.
The more they’d talked about it, the more she wanted to be a part of it. Although maybe not all at once. She knew that whatever Cody asked of her, it would ultimately be for her own pleasure. That much he stressed over and over.
He bought her a butt plug, which he inserted every morning, showing her how to replace it during the day if she need to.
Tonight, he decided she was ready for the real thing. ”This will be better than fingers,” he told her, as he arranged her on the bed. “I promise.”
He’d placed her down, arms outstretched, pillows beneath her tummy. After making sure she was okay with it, Cody used silk handkerchiefs to bind her wrists lightly to the headboard. Then he lay down between her widespread thighs.
“I don’t think you can do it when you’re lying down,” she teased him, feeling his shoulders against the insides of her thighs.
“In a minute,” he assured her. “Like a good chef, I have prep work to do first.”
“Oh?”
“Close your eyes,” he told her, “and don’t open them. Not until I tell you to. Okay?”
“All right.” She closed her eyes and sank into the soft covers on the bed.
In a moment, his fingers stroked the lips of her pussy, gathering the moisture already forming there. He opened them slowly and his tongue lapped at her, tasting every bit of her intimate flesh. But teasingly, darting here and there but never touching the places that demanded his attention.
“Please,” she breathed.
“Please what?”
“You know.”
“I want the words, Lanie. You can say them now. Come on.”
“Please…suck my clit.”
“And?” he prompted.
“And fuck me with your tongue.”
He continued licking in concentric circles, always close to those sensitive spots but never quite reaching them.
“What will you do for me if I give you want you want?”
“What do you want?” she asked, barely able to form coherent thoughts. “Not—”
“Not the games the others play. We talked about that, remember? No threesomes without me. No Race to the Orgasm contests for you. You get to decide what feels comfortable.”
“What would feel comfortable right now is for you to get on with this,” she urged him.
“After I get my answer.” He bit one cheek of her buttocks very lightly then soothed it with his tongue.
“Then what?” She wriggled her ass, trying to encourage him to stop tormenting her.
“I want you to do two things for me this Saturday night.”
“What? Just tell me.” She tried controlling her breathing. “Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”
“Be careful what you agree to, sugar.” He gave a quick swipe with his tongue.
“You told me it would be for my pleasure,” she reminded him.
“And for mine.” He blew into her pussy, his warm, breath tickling her throbbing flesh. “I want you to let Sheila suck you off while you sit on my cock.” He nipped at her skin. “I understand from the other women she’s the best at it, and it would really turn me on.” He nipped again. “Not that I need anything more where you’re concerned.”
“And?” She tried to thrust back at him, and he swatted her rear end.
“And I want you to let Mark fuck you while I have my cock in your ass. I’ve shared with Mark my entire adult life, and I can tell you he’s an expert.”
Lanie ran her tongue over her lips. “So, will you expect me to do that all the time?”
He teased at her opening w
ith the tip of a finger. “Only when you want to.” He placed an open-mouthed kiss on her vaginal opening. “We’re exploring new areas of our relationship, Lanie. I think we’re going someplace here, or am I wrong?”
“We’re going to move into murder if you don’t fuck me pretty soon,” she snapped at him.
He laughed. “Answer my question. Am I the only one who thinks we have something going here?”
Her heat thumped. He’d been talking about this a little at a time since the night of the party, but this was the first time he was laying it all out. “No. You’re not.”
“All right, then. We’re still figuring out what we both like. And while I retain the right of possession, I want you to experience everything so you can decide what you do and don’t like.”
And having two men fuck her at the same time aroused her more than she dared tell him. “I’ll do it if you’ll get serious here before I do you some serious damage.”
In answer, he thrust his tongue deep inside her channel, powering it in and out, scraping her delicate walls while his fingers pinched and pulled and tugged on her clit. The orgasm built in her, rushing up from her womb, her pulse throbbing harder and harder. Then he backed off, just as she knew he would. Just as he always did, damn him.
And began all over again. His tongue licked the length of her slit then traced the cleft of her buttocks while his fingers continued to tease and torment her burning clit. She had no idea how much time had passed, only that she was a seething mass of desire that needed satisfaction now! Finally, when she was crazed with lust, she felt the cool touch of lube at her anus and Cody’s fingers working it into her. One finger. Then two. Finally three, rubbing the gel into her dark tissues.
He untied her wrists and pulled her up so she was on her knees, her thighs still spread wide. A shiver of dark anticipation raced through her. She jumped, startled, when a metal wand slid into her vagina and immediately began buzzing.
“This makes it so much better, Lanie.” His voice was hoarse with lust.
He was right. Already fire heated her blood, and the walls of her pussy fluttered against the wand.
“Here we go, sugar.”
He spread the cheeks of her ass with his firm hands, and the tip of his cock pressed against her well-lubed anus. Harder, then harder still.
“Remember how you did it with Mark’s fingers? Breathe in, Lanie, then let it out slowly.”
She did as he told her. Each time she exhaled, his cock penetrated further, until every inch of it was in the clasp of her rectum. Between his penis and the vibrating wand, she had an overwhelming sense of fullness. He was right. This was much better than Mark’s fingers. She pushed back against him, trying to take him even deeper, although she didn’t think it was possible.
Then she couldn’t think it all. Cody set up a steady pace, in and out, his thick penis dragging against her tissues each time he pulled back then sliding into her again. She began to move with him in the rhythm he’d set, back and forth, in and out, the wand sending tremors through her entire body. There was nothing at all except Cody, his thick, heated cock, and the sensations that drove her up and into a place where only lust existed.
It was so much more than she’d ever expected. Even Mark’s fingers and the daily butt plug hadn’t fully prepared her for the riot of sensations that danced like fireflies through her body. Every nerve she owned fired, the muscles in her pussy and her rectum clenched rhythmically, and the orgasm rose up with the roaring of a fire, ready to burst over her.
“Pinch your clit, Lanie,” Cody order, his voice strained with the effort at control. “Do it now.”
She pinched the throbbing nub of flesh and dragged her fingernail over it. And just like that she convulsed. Cody’s release pulsed in her ass, shielded only by a thin layer of latex, and her pussy quivered around the vibrating wand. Jolts of pleasure stabbed through her as she spasmed with bone-shattering intensity. The fire had caught her, and it was burning her alive. If it hadn’t been for Cody’s strong arms wrapped around her middle she was sure she would have come apart completely, flying in a million different directions.
They collapsed on the bed together, oxygen-starved lungs rasping for air, hearts thundering like runaway trains, bodies slick with sweat. Cody managed to reach between her legs and turn off the vibrator, sliding it from her cunt, before collapsing completely. It seemed forever to her before he roused himself and carefully slid his sheathed cock from her ass. She heard him running water in the bathroom. When he returned, he had a warm cloth that he used to gently clean her, wiping away the traces of lube and her orgasm.
Lying down next to her, he rolled her into his arms and cuddled her against his chest, stroking her hair, her shoulders, her back, and trailing light kisses over her face. Finally, he tilted up her chin so he could see her eyes.
“Well?” he asked. “What did you think?”
She knew she was blushing as she answered him, but she didn’t care. “I loved it.”
He brushed his hand lightly over the globes of her buttocks. “You okay down here? Not too sore?”
Against his chest she shook her head. “You were right. Wearing the butt plug helped get me ready.” She paused for the length of one heartbeat. “Cody?”
“Yeah, sugar?”
“When can we do it again?”
He burst out laughing, the sound rumbling through his chest against her. “Don’t tell me I’ve created a monster.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Soon, sugar. Very soon. We have to practise for the weekend.”
———
It was Saturday night again. This time, Lanie didn’t ring the doorbell because she was already there, setting out the bowls of condoms, stacking the brand new boxes of toys on the counter, chilling the wine and beer in tubs of ice.
Cody came up behind her as she dumped a box of multicoloured condoms in another bowl, brushed her hair aside and kissed the nape of her neck.
“You look like you’re right at home,” he teased.
Her stomach knotted. Was she behaving too settled for him? Taking too much for granted. What he’d said and what he really meant could be two different things.
“Cody, I didn’t mean—”
“Hush.” He licked the tender spot behind her ear. “It looks good. It feels good. I like it.”
She turned around, studying his face. “Are you sure?”
“Sugar, in my life, I don’t like to waste time. I’m just worried I’m rushing you too much. Pushing too fast.”
She dropped the empty box and wound her arms around his neck. “A week ago, I would have run like crazy. Now, you should be warned you might not be able to get rid of me.”
“Just the way I want it.” His kiss was so hot, so carnal, it stole every bit of her breath. “Are you sure you’re okay with everything tonight? What we talked about?”
She nodded, one corner of her mouth turned up in a half grin. “I’m ready. I know you want me to experience the same pleasures you do.” She shook her head. “I just have a hard time believing how much I’ve changed in one week.”
“I don’t think it’s so drastic. I think the real Lanie was hiding underneath all this time just waiting for the right person to come along with the key.” He ran his hand up the curve of her ass, squeezing the firm globe. “I’m glad I’m the one who had it.”
“Me, too.”
The ringing of the doorbell interrupted whatever else she might have said.
“Go, go, go.” She shooed him away. “Your guests are arriving.”
———
Cody sat in the big armchair he favoured, watching the redhead named Nancy in the middle of the floor on her knees. Brent’s cock was buried in her ass while Paul’s filled her mouth. As she rocked back and forth, her heavy breasts swayed with the motion. Brent reached around to cup her breasts, pinching the nipples as he pistoned in and out of her rear tunnel.
The party had been going on for two hours now. As soon as, the last person arrived he’d pulled Lanie
down into his lap and teased both her and himself until his cock was so hard he thought it would burst. Lanie had worn shorts and a halter again, but it hadn’t taken long before he’d managed to remove them. Then he’d shucked off his clothes. She wriggled against him as the nest of hair at his groin tickled the bare skin of her bottom.
Now he had her thighs draped over his, the way he had the week before, her pussy open to everyone’s eyes as he played with her clit and slipped his fingers in and out of her wet, greedy cunt.
He knew she watched everything with avid interest, and her degree of arousal was very obvious. Shifting her far enough forward to allow him to move, he reached for a condom in the bowl next to him, rolled it onto his penis, then lifted Lanie and lowered her onto his shaft. As he did so, he caught Sheila’s eye and nodded. Now, he’d find out for sure just how far Lanie was willing to go.
———
When she saw Sheila approaching, Lanie’s heart kicked over and tripped into an erratic beat. This was it. Her first public contact with anyone but Cody. And one where she’d be on display. For one tiny moment, the old Lanie surfaced with a strong urge to run. But then Cody shifted, pushing his cock into her more deeply, and a wave of carnal desire so strong it took her breath away washed over her. Unconsciously, she moved her thighs apart even further.
“Hey, Lanie.” Sheila’s voice was soft yet arousing as she knelt in front of the chair. “I hear we’re the next act on the bill. That okay with you?”
Lanie wet her lower lip with the tip of her tongue and nodded.
“Your pussy is absolutely gorgeous,” Sheila told her. “I can see what’s got Cody tied in knots.” She lifted her head. “Cody, darlin’, before next week you have to take her to Lanetta’s for a wax job.”
Lanie felt heat creep up her cheeks and lowered her hands to cover her pubic hair. Cody’s fingers circled her wrists and pulled her hands away.
“Don’t hide yourself,” he ordered. “Maybe we’ll do that, but right now, I love this fluffy little bush.”
“It’s sure soft,” Sheila commented, riffled her fingers through it. “Cody, I’ll bet it feels terrific rubbing against your cock, doesn’t it?”