by Sara Spark
“It’s not funny.” She laughed a little. “Ok, it’s a little funny. He said he’d buy me a new one, a better one. Can you use your phone to let them know?”
He let go of her hand to start searching his pockets. She didn’t like letting him go. The darkness seemed thick and cloying. She liked having his hand as an anchor. She shuffled over to stand closer to him and promptly got elbowed in the boob.
She gasped, backing up and bending over.
“Lia, are you ok?” Bain was beside her rubbing her back and one arm. “What’d I hit?” Then his hard hand was sweeping over the front of her, taking her voice with it. “You’re bending over. Is it your belly?”
“No,” she croaked. Straightening up, arms protectively over her chest. “I’m okay.” She made herself drop her arms, taking a deep breath. “It’s my bad.”
His hand had stopped the exam on her waist. “I wanna make sure I didn’t hurt you. Where’d I hit you?”
“The boob.”
His hand slid up and stopped, twitching right underneath her breast. Her breathing had gotten faster. His hand felt good. Too good. She tensed waiting for him to cup her boob. He’d never touched her intimately. Who’s fault is that?
With a growl, Bain jerked away.
Immediately, she felt his loss.
“Could you, could you call and let them know where we are?” She rubbed her hands against her arms. Needing his warmth, but not wanting to say so.
“Yeah.” She heard more rummaging. Then she heard a loud zipper.
“What’s happening? What’s wrong?”
“I’m looking in my bag. I think I left my phone in the apartment.”
“Well, that sucks to be us.”
“Didn’t you have something on your cart? Lights or something?” He could see just fine as a Chimera, but he could tell from what just happened that Lia was completely blind in the darkness.
Soon the elevator was filled with about a hundred tiny little LED tealights. Each one only gave a small glow, but together it was fairly decent. She could see pretty well, and it was like having a soft candlelight dinner. She could at least avoid his elbow now.
They banged on the doors and even the ceiling, that part was all Bain, yelling for help. They gave up after a while. Bain tried to pace a little, stretching his neck. She watched him for a few minutes.
He cut his eyes at her as he went back and forth. “I don’t like closed spaces.”
She nodded, not saying anything. She could sympathize. Not her fav either.
He popped open a soda. Sipping a little as he stepped. One moment he was pacing, the next he caught his foot on her cart and the soda was pouring on her chest and into her lap.
“Ohhh!” She jumped up trying to brush off the worst. Nothing doing. She could feel it running everywhere, between her boobs, down her underwear, down the legs of her jumpsuit, down her back even. Everywhere. “Oh, no!” What now?!?
“Damn, I’m sorry, Lia!” He quickly took off his shirt and tried to mop the soda off of her.
“It’s ok. It’s ok.” More to herself than him. “I have time to go back upstairs and shower and change. At least it didn’t get my hair.” She sat back down, but between the cart, pacing Bain, and now the puddle on the floor, there wasn’t a lot of room. It became obvious after a little while that she was more than sticky. She was miserably sticky. She tried peeling the fabric away from her skin, but it would stick back on her as soon as she let go.
They both ended up on the floor with Bain rummaging in his bag.
“I’m sure they will figure this out soon.”
“Welllll—“ he paused. “Everyone’s in their room getting ready. They won’t expect to see anyone for a while.” He pulled something out of his bag. “I’ve got some water bottles and a towel, if you want?”
“Ok?” She was lost.
“You could get out of that outfit and wash off. I think I have an extra shirt.” His bare chest was terribly distracting as he went burrowing into his bag again. His back muscles flexed. She could feel herself getting warm. Damn, the man was sexy!
He snapped his head around to her, gave her a look she couldn’t decipher then went back to digging in the bag. Straightening, he held out a white shirt.
“Oh, I don’t think that’s necessary.”
He shrugged. “It’s here if you want it.”
“I really think they will find us very soon.”
Bain grunted. He pulled out a to go container from his bag. “I’m hungry. I was gonna eat after my workout. Never got lunch. Want some?” It was a salad with all the extras except, “No meat, sorry.” Bain reminded her that he was a vegetarian, which she had always found a touch surprising for such a massive guy, but apparently there were many vegetarians in the company.
She smiled. “It’s all good. I can wait to get my roast beef later.” Heeding Rimie’s warning about the amount of food, she had arranged for several carving stations, a make your own fajita station, a strictly vegetarian line that she had put outside the ballroom in its own section so there would be no confusion and a lineup of comfort food like fried chicken, mac ‘n cheese, mashed potatoes and corn on the cob. There was a big bar outside the ballroom, with several smaller beer and wine stations scattered around the area.
“Bite?” She twitched her head back a little when the fork appeared in front of her face.
“I can feed myself.”
“My salad, my fork, my rules.”
“Then, no thank you.” She said primly.
Bain shrugged as a huge forkful went into his mouth.
“Mmmmmmm.” He said in appreciation.
She watched him for a few moments. The salad was quickly disappearing. Her mouth opened to change her mind.
He stopped, a forkful inches from his mouth. His head tilted inquiringly.
“Uhhh, what dressing?”
He frowned in contemplation, eating another mouthful. She watched enviously. She hadn’t stopped for lunch, and breakfast had been over 8 hours ago. “I think it’s that one that you liked so much a couple of days ago.”
“The citrus vinaigrette?”
He nodded slowly chewing. He wordlessly offered her another bite. She gave in with a sigh and let him feed her. And surprisingly, enjoyed it. He would teasingly move the fork to her and then pull it away like he was going to eat it. She laughed and scooted closer, chasing the fork. They laughed and scarfed down the salad.
With a magician type ‘voila’ move of his hands, he dug out another container.
“Is that? Is that coconut cream pie??” She scooted even closer.
Wordlessly, he offered her a bite, she didn’t even pretend to resist it. Sucking it off the fork instantly. During dessert, she had ended up half leaning over him, boobs pressed firmly against him. She tried to casually sit back and realized that she was had to peel herself off of him. Literally. She had gotten stuck to his arm and chest.
“Hmmmm.” He eyed her grimacing as the sticky fabric pulled on her and him. “Such a stubborn bunny.”
She frowned at him.
He tilted his head. “You could be a lot more comfortable.” Realizing something, he dug into his bag again. “Forgot I had this. I usually shower in the gym afterwards.” He held out a body wash. “As long as you don’t mind smelling like me.”
Smell like him? Her pussy clenched. He smelled like a steamy, naughty fantasy to her. She wasn’t sure she would be able to function properly. She licked her lips. Giving up. She stood up.
“If we start moving while I am in the middle of my ‘shower’, you better be prepared to jump in front of me when the door opens.”
“Promise.”
Chapter 6
He started lining up the water bottles on her cart, and the body wash, and the towel. He took his discarded tshirt and found a dry, clean patch that he ripped off for her ‘washcloth’. She uncovered several clean tablecloths that she had saved for last minute accidents. She used one as the sponge that would mop up the water that sp
illed down her. Then spread the others out so they had somewhere clean to sit. Bain took off his shoes and socks, putting them in the corner with her shoes, then casually stripped off his athletic pants. Leaving him in low slung grey boxer briefs.
“What-what are you doing?!?” Holy macaroni! She forgot in two days what a masterpiece his body was. She was instantly wet. What had she been saying?
“I don’t wanna sit in wet pants, and you are gonna splatter.”
Welllll, he does have a point.
“Ok, I think I’ve got everything.” She had his clean tshirt next to her stuff on the cart. “Turn around.”
He looked intensely at her. “I was gonna help.”
“I think I can handle it.”
“You can wash all that sticky soda off your own back?”
She shuffled nervously. Thinking of his wrestling match. She glanced at his powerful hands.
“Lia, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. Driver’s seat, remember?”
That’s the problem. She wanted him to. Very much. She looked at him, staring into his eyes.
“Lia, bunny, you know. Deep down, you know, you can trust me, don’t you?”
She eyed him up and down. Then she nodded shortly and turned her back to him. She reached to her side and slowly unzipped her pantsuit, peeling it away from her skin. She froze when she felt Bain’s callused hands helping slide it down.
“Shhhhh. It’s just me.”
The pantsuit landed at her feet. She reached back and slowly started unhooking her bra. Which was the triple hook, over the shoulder boulder houlder cause she had been amply blessed with boobs. Bain was a huge, dark warmth at her back.
He groaned as she dropped the bra to the floor.
“There are those beautiful breasts.” He could see quite a lot as tall as he was.
She snickered at their own little joke. His chuckle sounded after hers. She felt the wet rag touch her back and in gentle sweeps start washing her. As his hands lowered to the middle of her back and then lower, she slipped her hands to her panties and started peeling them down. The rag disappeared and she felt a chill as Bain stepped away from her. Had she read this wrong? He didn’t want her? She looked over her shoulder. He had dropped to his knees and was staring at her ass and her half pulled down undies.
Gritted curses. “Lia, you’re killing me here. Take them off.” She hesitated. His eyes smashed into hers fiery, burning. “Lia….” He warned.
Lia turned back around and finished taking off her panties.
“Damn, bunny! You got me rock fucking hard!” A splash of cold water landed on her butt and trickled down between her cheeks.
She squealed, and danced in place a little. Bain chuckled hoarsely. The soapy rag was investigating everything.
“Brace your hands against the wall, bunny. That’s good. Good. Now step a little wider I need to clean you everywhere.” His voice was thick and the only noise except for her light panting.
Then the rag was starting at the top of her thigh and traveling down and all around. He even picked up her foot and washed it as she giggled. Slowly, getting more soap and water he washed the other leg, murmuring as he did.
“Mater, you are gorgeous. So blessed.” Whatever that meant? She was too focused on his hands that scraped and washed and cleaned and stroked to try and figure it out.
Hot muscles brushed against her butt as he stood up. She gasped at his heat. “Lia,” His voice rumbled in her ear as he stood over her. “I want to wash the rest of you.”
She started to turn when his back crowded up behind her.
“No, don’t turn around. Just like this.” Cold water poured down over her shoulder, splashing down and dripping off her sensitive nipples.
She gasped, shifting on her feet, rubbing her thighs together.
“When I fuck you in the shower, I’m not gonna last five minutes, Lia. You, me, all that water splashing on those tits, trickling between your ass…but I promise you will come. It may be hard and fast, but you will come, my bunny.” She gasped at the image in her mind of Bain standing so huge and hard over her as hot water rained down on them and his big hands soaped her over and over.
“Do you like it when I talk dirty to you?” He took a deep breath in. “I think you do, bunny. I think you do.”
The rag wrapped around her vulnerable throat and wiped her down. In hypnotizing strokes, his hands made his way down her chest, starting on the outside of her breast he circled his large hand underneath. Squeezing gently, the rag flicked against her nipple back and forth.
“Bain!”
“Just cleaning your tits, little bunny. Making sure all that sticky stuff is off.” He crooned in her ear. “Now let’s take care of the other one.” His hand moved to her other breast. “Think we’re gonna need more water.” This time he shifted to the side a little so he could get the full effect of the water splish-splashing down her breasts. He groaned, long and loud. His hand was a little rougher this time as he rubbed and stroked over her breasts.
She loved it, pushing into his hand to keep the contact when he started moving down.
“Is that pussy hot, Lia?”
Nodding her hair brushed his skin.
“Mmmmm. Let’s see. This is gonna take a little adjusting. Here you grab the water.” Lia squeaked, blindly grabbed for the water as he cupped her bottom and lifted her in the air, resting her head against his shoulder. “Now brace your feet against the wall. That’s it, sit into it. It will feel more comfortable.”
She felt naughty and sexy and carnal braced naked against him, horizontal to the wall as he stared at everyone of her curves. And she knew he was staring. She could feel the power of it. His fingers clenched and released into her butt as his breathing increased.
“Show me.”
Lia hesitated. She’d never felt so naked. So exposed. Like being in the clutches of an animal. A bigger, stronger animal.
“Part those pretty thighs, bunny and show me that hot pussy. I see that sexy little pussy fur, show me the rest.” Oh, yeah and besides feeling exposed, he’d gotten her so horny that she felt like riding his thigh, his hand, his arm, anything till she exploded, which wouldn’t take long.
Swiftly, she scooted her feet further apart on the wall, poured water on her pussy, rubbed the soapy rag, back and forward and all around. Curses gritted out beside her.
“Rinse really well, Lia. That’s it. Lots of water. When I suck on you, I only wanna taste my hot bunny.” He gently set her back down. “Does everything feel better now, bunny? No more sticky?” He swept his hands all over her, but disappointingly avoided her pussy. She tried to thrust forward and catch his hands, but he moved them too rapidly.
“Yes,” she croaked.
Abruptly, he stepped away and sat down on the tablecloths they had spread out. Uncertain, Lia stood there awkwardly.
“Come claim me. Come claim your…pleasure, bunny.”
She shuffled around to face him. He was sitting braced against the wall, knees bent and spread wide. His eyes glinted at her as they roved all over her body. He held out his hand to her.
“Come, Lia.”
She felt like she was in a trance. Everything seemed surreal, lusty and like one of her bedtime fantasies. She blinked, but then he was touching her. She had moved forward unknowingly. He coaxed her beside him and then cupped her hips. His lips uncomfortably close to the vee of her legs. Uncomfortable, cause he was close but not licking her!
“Bain.” Her voice was tight. He was driving her crazy. Then she noticed something. “How come you get to keep something on?” She pointed at his briefs.
“Cause when I take these off, I will be inside you. And I think you need a little more warming up.” His big hands urged her to step across him. “Sit down on me. That’s it. That’s right.” He grunted. “Here let me just adjust…” He lifted her up slightly with one arm. Nonchalantly. Easily. As if shifting her weight with one arm was trivial. Just how strong was he? “…don’t want to damage the goods whe
n we are just beginning, right?” He shifted his cock out from under her, so that it was poking into her back. She was just eager to move past the beginning and get to the good stuff. She waited. Nothing.
Bain was holding onto her sides. His thumbs stroking a little on her skin, looking her up and down. Rumbling in his chest. She watched her hands on his shoulders. She squeezed the muscles. Hard as marble. She shivered. She squirmed a little on his stomach, needing some friction on her pussy.
His hot gaze trapped hers, but he said nothing. She wriggled again.
“I’m waiting, bunny.”
“Me, too.”
He cocked his head to the side. “But you’re the one in the driver’s seat.”
She seemed taken a back. “Right now?!?” She was kinda hoping he would just sweep her away in cloud of lust.
“Especially right now.” He paused. “Even if I am inches from getting inside you, I will stop if you want me to. I will not hurt you. You can trust me.”
“Oh, well, uh, ok.” What did she do now? She felt the trust for him. When he had asked her if she felt the trust deep in the core of her, she all at once became aware of it. Yes, the trust was there. She recognized it now.
“You could tell me to do some things…things you want touched, or sucked or kissed.”
She blinked. “You will do what I say? Anything I want?” She’d never been given carte blanche with her lover’s body. And to have that with Bain’s body!?! Was she drooling? Lip swipe, no drool. Check.
“Bunny, you are teasing the hell outta me! Is there something you want sucked or stroked? Your little clit is peeking out at—“
She grabbed his neck pulling him down. “Kiss me!”
With that she unleashed a storm, firm masculine lips took hers and took and took and took. His lips slanted and took command. His tongue swept in and overjoyed she stroked against it, urgency in every movement. He said she was teasing him, but from the moment she had seen his body, stripped down to his briefs she had been in the “Take Me Now” mode. His hands swept up her back pressing her breasts into his chest, as they wrestled and fought in their battle of the kiss. Both of them claiming victory. She was rolling her hips rubbing her pussy against his killer abs.