by Faith Starr
Fuck. A thin black string peeked out at me. If this was her idea of teasing me, she did a damn good job of it.
The gentleman in me assisted her out of the dress. The yielding fabric gathered at her feet after I slipped it off her shoulders, the dark-colored thong making quite an impression. I felt compelled to touch her. With my arms wrapped around her, my hands glided up her abdomen to her full, round breasts. Both hands became greedy and took hold of her supple flesh, my thumbs stroking her nipples. One step backward on her behalf and my cock would break in half.
Her lips were too far from mine. It was a week’s worth of not seeing or touching her. I swung her around and kissed her. She was like a drug, and I needed my fix. The longer I went without her, the more I needed to be with her.
Her arms draped around my neck. One hand slinked upward and fisted my hair. She was getting quite bold. I liked it, a lot.
The dress resting at her ankles had to go. I lifted one leg, then the other, to rid of it underneath her. With that task complete, I inched her backward until she hit the bed where I pushed her down to a sitting position. She still had on the fuck-me shoes, one of my better investments. I slipped one off and allowed my hand to drift up the smooth skin of her calf.
She stretched her foot. I bent down and kissed her pink toenails.
Once the other shoe was off, I was all for moving forward, the smell of her aching sex catching my attention, screaming for its own.
A trail of light caresses coasted upward until I reached the tiny piece of fabric covering her. I pulled the small triangle down and off. Her breath hitched.
Fuck me. I took a deep breath of restraint. She glistened, and it was all for me. Sadly, she was completely exposed in all her glory and I still had on my suit. Not that it could hide the way I felt. A suit of armor couldn’t shield the erection I sported.
My stupid jacket got caught on my watch during the removal process. At least my shirt was more cooperative. And the pants? Let’s just say they took themselves off.
Her eyes were full of hunger, watching my striptease. Now, my breath hitched.
Taking my own sweet time, I climbed on top of her. Her breasts were like the fucking Himalayas, a natural and physical masterpiece to be admired and apotheosized. They were big, but not too big. Firm, but not too firm, her pink nipples large, but not too large. They were sheer perfection along with the rest of her.
She was so fucking alive too, her body writhing underneath me. My mouth feasting on her succulent flesh. That was my cue. I brought her hand down between her thighs. She snapped it out of my hand and brought it upward. She latched on to my hair again.
No. No. No. This was not how this was going to go down right now. “Touch yourself, Jordin. I want to see how you pleasure yourself.”
Her eyes caught mine, insecurity in them. “I can’t with you watching.” She released her hand from my hair and dropped it down on the bed, possibly debating whether to go for it or not.
“I’m sure I can keep myself busy exploring this work of art you call your body while you do so.” I picked up the hand questioning itself and guided it where I wanted it to be. I had to hide my smile because I didn’t want her to feel any more insecure than she was already feeling. “Go on.” Her hand remained glued in place. I pried it off the mattress.
Her gaze darted to mine, her eyes now filled with hesitation and fear. This was definitely going to be a two-man job. I covered her hand with mine, encouraging her to take the leap of faith. As much as she tried to fight it, her body was begging for it. With my hand cupping hers, I nudged her middle finger inside her channel, with mine along for support.
Fuck. She was so slick my cock would probably slide into home plate without even taking a base. The poor thing already ached with need.
Her eyes drifted closed and her head pressed into the mattress under her, a soft shade of pink spreading across her cheeks. Glorious.
While our fingers pleasured her, my mouth continued its feeding frenzy on the creamy pale skin covering her breasts, especially her erect nipples.
Her warm breath blew on top of my head, picking up speed like a greyhound chasing the mechanical rabbit.
“Ah.” A soft moan escaped her lips.
Since I had my hand so close to paradise, my thumb took the opportunity to stroke her clit. Why not heat her up even more?
Her breaths got heavier, her back arched.
Just when I was about to pull my finger out and put something more worthwhile in, her pussy began to squeeze it, followed by tremors and shakes of ecstasy.
“Noah!”
She looked so fucking gorgeous with her eyes closed and her limbs trembling, allowing her body to give way to the intense orgasm overtaking her.
“Noah! Noah!”
Her crying out my name was just about the end of me. I was pretty much using my free hand to jack off by this point.
I pulled my finger out of her. Not that she noticed. She was still lost in a daze, breathing heavily, with intermittent shakes to signal she was coming down from the high which meant I had to move fast. I released my hold on her and my cock, and stood, her eyes flicking open in response. The look of skepticism I had seen prior was replaced with contentment, her stare penetrating deep into my soul.
Where were my pants? Fuck. I scanned the room. They were on the other side of it. I must’ve been in a fog when taking them off to get them that far.
Like fucking Ricochet Rabbit, I was there and back without her even noticing but this time with condom in hand. My finger was still wet so the packet wouldn’t open. Fuck this. My teeth were my best friend at the moment. I bit the sucker open, pulled out the contents, and slid on the protection, her eyes glued to mine, her body still on fire.
Back on the bed, I used my thighs to widen hers. Her limbs were like dough, allowing me to configure them however I saw fit. Hmm, a tempting thought. But I held back. One step at a time.
Resting on my forearms, I slowly probed her entrance, our eyes staring into each other’s hypnotically.
Like I had foreseen, the playing field was wet and slippery, her passage giving me free rein to use it for both my pleasure and hers.
She closed her eyes, prompting me to do the same.
My arms started to shake, but I didn’t care. I would deal with the pain in my muscles later.
I kissed her lips and nudged my tongue inside.
Her body became completely unleashed. It made it tough for me to hold out, even with the latex suffocating me.
We synchronized our movements, me up, her up, me down, her down, my tongue doing its job up north while my dick did its business down south.
The pressure was mounting. Jordin’s pussy clamped down on my cock in the most exquisite manner. That was it for me.
“Ah! Fuck!” I tensed on top of her, then continued to drive myself into her until we were both gasping for air.
Would I ever get enough of her? I couldn’t ever remember feeling this way after sex, and it was wreaking havoc with my mind, let alone my heart. My head told me to get the hell out of her apartment while my heart argued against it. It was like fucking Sybil, two different personas battling it out inside my mind. This was not how I did things. I controlled my heart and not vice versa. What in the hell was happening to me?
“Is everything okay?” Her puppy-dog eyes stared up at me.
Her long nails delicately scratching my back put my mind into more of a tizzy. I couldn’t think straight, but I had to respond to her question. “Everything’s great, how about you?” Which character was going to show up in my head now? Shit. I couldn’t have this conversation right now.
“That was fantastic. If I didn’t know better, I would think you’re trying to convert me.”
Her smile made the wiring in my heart go berserk. “To what?” Fortunately, she distracted me from my thoughts, saving me from them for a moment.
“To manipulate my hypothesis, you evil man.”
She got confident, squeezing my ass. If sh
e continued to do so with such ravenous intent, there were going to be repercussions.
“I disagree. I think you’re following the scientific method precisely, with this being the experimental phase.” I removed her hand from my ass and placed it in mine. There was way too much shit going on in my mind for another round.
“I can’t very well use myself as the subject. That would be biased.”
She slipped her free hand back into my hair, tickling the back of my scalp. If she kept it up, I was going to fall asleep. Nobody had ever done that to me before. Jordin was spoiling me for all others. No other female stood a chance next to her. Fuck.
“Isn’t all research skewed?”
“It’s not supposed to be.”
“Then maybe you should formulate a new hypothesis?” I dropped my head down. Her scalp massage did wonders to ease my tension.
“I just might have to, Mr. Dorian. You’re opening my eyes.”
“And they’re beautiful eyes, if I say so myself.” I looked into them. I brushed the back of my hand across her cheek. So magnificent.
“I love your eyes. Sometimes I feel like I can see right through them, and then other times I feel like they’re completely shielded.”
Too heavy. Too heavy. Too heavy.
“Why don’t we go and take a bath?” I climbed off her and went into the bathroom where I wrapped the condom in a tissue and tossed it in the trash.
“Noah?” She remained in her room.
“Yeah?” I turned on the faucet to fill the bath, needing to create some distance between us. She was using love words. I didn’t do love words. Love words fucked people up.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
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Jordin
I didn’t know the answer to his question, but he certainly wasn’t okay. He’d been fine when we arrived at the apartment, and now he was all but freaking out on me.
He called for me to join him in the bathroom. It was an effort to peel my tired body off the bed. I was coming to find that Noah Dorian was a much better form of relaxation than yoga.
“Join me.”
He was already sitting in the tub. I padded over and took hold of his hand, lifting my leg over the rim and testing the water with my foot. Mmm, perfect temperature. I sat in between his legs. Ah. This was heaven, sitting with Noah in my tub after having fantastic sex. I breathed into the feeling, his heartbeat racing a mile a minute against my skin. Something was wrong. Why wouldn’t he open up to me?
With the grace of a dancer, not, I turned to face him, water splashing all over the floor in the process. But I managed. I straddled my legs around his waist. He stared at me.
Butterflies swirled around in my stomach because I didn’t know what was going on in that brilliant mind of his. I reached for the bottle of shampoo resting on the corner of the tub. It was practically empty. I flipped it upside down, hit it a few times, then squeezed some into the palm of my hand. I made eye contact with him. His narrowed in suspicion.
Breathe.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Easy job. But for some strange reason, Noah looked almost lost. He closed his eyes. I wasn’t sure if it was to avoid the heavy emotion that filled the tub, or if it was because he enjoyed me washing his hair. My instinct told me the roles were reversed right now, and he was the one in need of reassurance.
Using the green plastic cup I kept on the ledge for housekeeping days, I rinsed his hair. He needn’t worry either. No chemicals ever touched the cup, only water. I angled his head back and poured some over it. I used my other hand to act like a visor on his forehead so none of it would get in his eyes.
When he opened them, the shield covered them again. I ignored it and continued to wash his body. I squirted bodywash on a bath puff and soaped his defined arms and chest. And what a chest it was. I could touch it all day long and never get bored. His pecs revealed a man who took excellent care of his body.
Things got difficult when it came time to wash his back. I pressed my breasts against his chest so I could reach it.
Boing. He reciprocated, his erection pressed against my thigh.
He took the puff from my hand and dropped it into the tub. He grabbed hold of my hands and wrapped them around his neck, the intensity of the moment shared.
We kissed. I felt like a teenager all over again even though in those years I’d never kissed a guy or got naked in front of one. But if I had, I bet this was how it would feel, frickin’ awesome if I did say so myself. We kissed and kissed some more, our tongues swirling around each other. I grinded myself against him, his hardness poking into my thigh. Wow. I wanted him inside me again, but we had no protection.
My fingers ran through his freshly washed hair. Who ever thought making out could be so erotic and be so much fun? With Studious Sam it had never been.
The water started to cool. He noticed me shivering. He carefully pushed me off him and climbed out of the tub, his arousal shaking as he dried himself. How cute.
He offered me a hand and assisted me out of the tub. He bundled me up in a towel, giving me a warm hug before leading me back into the bedroom.
Woo-hoo! Another round of fun.
What?
Why was he putting his clothes back on? My stomach tightened. I sat on my bed. “Are you leaving?”
“Unfortunately, I have to check on some things at the club.”
For real? He was leaving after everything we’d just shared?
He must’ve sensed my disappointment, because he walked over to me and took hold of my hand. “Thank you for coming with me tonight.”
“I had a great time. Thanks for bringing me.” I felt enraged but kept it hidden.
“We’re having our monthly play party on Friday night, if you want to come by.”
“I don’t think I’m ready for anything like that, or if I ever will be for that matter.” I removed my hand from his and towel dried my hair. I didn’t want to be touched by him at the moment.
“I wasn’t asking you to come as a participant. I’m sure I could arrange for you to speak with some of the members afterward if you’d like as well.”
“Sure. That would be great.” I tried my best to remain even-keeled without sarcasm slipping into my voice.
So after the intimacy we’d just shared, he was back to being a businessman. This was starting to get old.
“Good. I’ll call you in the next day or two. I look forward to seeing you on Friday.” He stood in the doorway to my bedroom.
Did he really expect me to walk him out? He knew where the door was. Hopefully it wouldn’t hit him in the ass on the way out either. Here I thought I had succeeded in making a tiny dent into his safeguarded exterior in the bath. Obviously, I was mistaken. It was getting harder for me not to build my own walls. I knew one of us had to be open to let this thing between us play out, and, sadly, it was going to have to be me since he was running hard and fast.
As difficult as it was for me to watch him leave, this was one race I planned on fighting to the finish, because I was certain this thing between us wasn’t just a fling. I saw it in his eyes and felt it in his touch. He just wasn’t ready to admit it yet.
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Noah
I was such a dick. How could I have left her, especially after the intensity of our lovemaking?
It was fucking, moron, not lovemaking.
I just couldn’t trust myself to sleep next to her and wake up with her in my arms. Not tonight. There were too many feelings swirling around inside me. Maybe the club would help ease some of my angst.
It surprised me to find Derek and Watson playing in the dungeon. We had all agreed her initiation into the club wouldn’t take place until the following week. In addition, we weren’t supposed to be doing scenes with members anymore. Derek was breaking both agreements. I very well couldn’t interrupt, so I did the next best thing. I watched.
“Like what you see?”
Evie’s voice was like walking on p
ins and needles.
“Hey Ev, how’re things going in here?”
“As you can see, they’re going pretty well.”
I see them too. I wasn’t blind. And stop smiling at me that way.
“I’m hearing positive feedback about Anthony. Trevor’s not so bad either. I watched him earlier. He’s got it down pat.”
“That’s good to hear.” I couldn’t look at her, and I didn’t want to watch Derek and Stevie going at it either. The wall was a good option. Hmm. Someone wasn’t doing their job efficiently. There was a smudge on the mirror.
“They’ll never compare to you, but they’re good.”
I broke down and looked at her. Confusion filled me. When I fucked Jordin, there was something inside. When I fucked Evie, there was nothing. She was a warm body that gave my cock a place to release its venom.
Several feet in front of me Derek played with Watson. He had her restrained on a bench on full display. She performed her role to perfection. One might go out on a limb and say it was a little too perfect. There were several other members engaged in their own activities. One was a threesome, two guys and a girl, and the other was a man and a woman playing with toys.
The atmosphere charged me, my adrenaline kicking in high gear, my feelings like lightning bolts shocking my insides, images of Jordin clouding my vision. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I pushed Evie against the wall and kissed her. She lifted her leg and wrapped it around my waist. I acted on impulse, in a drunken state without actual intoxication. I kissed her neck and cupped her breast, tweaking her hard nipple from on top of her lacy top. She didn’t have a bra on so it was easy access.
“Feeling voyeuristic, are you?”
No verbal response was required. Instead, I lifted her skirt, caging her against the wall. But the more I gyrated against her, the worse I felt.
What the hell am I doing? I had just left Jordin and was now with Evie. This wasn’t right. It was wrong in every sense of the word and once again, guilt filled me.