Club de Fleurs 4: Rachel [Club de Fleurs 4] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Rose Nickol

  Her knees buckled, and she would have fallen had he not caught her and pulled her into his lap. “Okay, darling?” he asked quietly, cradling her in his arms.

  “Better than okay,” she answered, reaching and unbuttoning his shirt, wanting skin-to-skin contact. She ran her hands slowly over him, feeling the light dusting of hair on his chest and finding his hard little nipples.

  Leaning down, she had to taste, licking his shoulder as she pushed the shirt down his arms. Rubbing her face over his chest, she found a nipple and licked, taking a small bite and sucking.

  Not wanting his other nipple to feel neglected, she gave it the same treatment, licking her way between the two, nipping and sucking until she felt him shudder.

  He held her and let her explore, letting her take this at her pace, enjoying her touch.

  “Touch me, Craig. I need your hands on my body. Make me yours, make me forget,” she said as she threaded her hands in his hair and pulled his head down for a kiss.

  “Are you sure you’re ready, because once I get started, I’m not going to stop,” he told her quietly. He wasn’t sure he could quit now if she asked him to.

  “I’m sure. I’ve wanted you for a long time. I miss the scenes we used to do at the club, but I need to work up to that slowly. Please be patient with me, but I also need you.”

  “Oh sweetheart, I’m going to take you to the moon and back if you let me. Just sit back and enjoy the ride. Remember I’ll never do anything to hurt you, and if you get scared or need to slow down, just tell me,” he told her as he turned and laid her in the middle of the bed.

  Taking her hands, he raised them to the headboard and said, “Hold on to this, and don’t move your hands. I’m not going to restrain you, but I do want you to hold on. Do you think you can do that?”

  “Yes, I’ll try, I just need you to touch me, please.” She pleaded.

  He moved over her, straddling a leg on either side of her hips and leaned down, taking her mouth for another kiss. Licking and sucking his way down, he took one breast in his mouth, suckling. “You taste so fucking good,” he said as he moved towards the other breast. “I can’t wait to taste your pussy. Do you want my mouth on you?”

  “Oh God, anything, just please…” Rachel whispered. The feel of his mouth on her was so incredible, she couldn’t stand much more. It was so good, she was about to come just from the attention to her breasts. He hadn’t even touched her pussy yet.

  He licked, sucked, and nuzzled his way down to her pussy, his mouth following his roving hands. Reaching down, he rubbed her mound and slipping a finger in her folds, finding her covered with her juices, dripping for him.

  “I’m going to taste you soon. You are so wet,” he told her, stroking her pussy.

  “Just please touch my clit, please.” She begged.

  He gently brushed one finger over her, barely touching.

  “Again, again,” she cried.

  Applying more gentle pressure, he touched her over and over, not giving her enough to come.

  “Oh, please,” she moaned.

  He lifted her legs over his shoulders, and using his hands, parted her. Leaning down, he took a long lick from her rear hole to her clit. Sucking and nibbling, he took her clit into his mouth. He tugged on it gently with his teeth, pulling the little bud until he had her arching her back and pushing herself to him.

  When she reached down and pulled his head closer, he pulled back and looked down at her. “Where are your hands supposed to be?” he asked her.

  “Oh, I’m sorry, Master, please don’t stop, oh…please.” She cried as she put her hands back over her head.

  “You’ve earned one punishment for that, but first,” he told her as he dove back between her legs.

  “Oh, oh, oh, I–I…” She screamed as he brought her to climax.

  He continued sucking and licking, pushing his tongue into her and rimming her ass with one finger until she came again and again, not stopping until she was exhausted and motionless.

  Laying on his back, he pulled her to his side. The evening wasn’t over, but Rachel needed some rest. He would just have to wait.

  Rachel lay next to Craig, her head pillowed on his chest, idly running her fingers through his chest hair, tracing patterns over and over. “That was amazing, thank you,” she said breathily as she turned her head and kissed his chest.

  “You’re welcome, glad you enjoyed it,” he said with a hint of laughter in his voice.

  “I can’t wait to do it again,” she answered, lifting her head to look up at him.

  “Anytime you’re ready, I’m at your service, lamb,” he answered as he pulled her up to meet his mouth. When he released her mouth, he said, “But now you need your rest. Sleep a while, then we’ll play some more. The night’s not over.” Then he eased her back down until her head again rested on his chest. Pulling a light blanket over them, he wrapped his arms around her.

  ‘He feels so good, Rachel thought. I could stay here forever.” A part of her felt guilty that she hadn’t given Craig the pleasure he had given her, but she was too sated and tired to do anything about it. “I’ll just sleep a few minutes, then I’ll return the favor,” she thought as she closed her eyes, unable to keep them open any longer.

  Chapter Four

  Rachel woke sometime later to find herself alone. Grabbing one of Craig’s shirts and pulling it on, she left the buttons undone and padded barefoot out of the room to find him. He was sitting naked in a chair in the living room, talking on the phone.

  She walked to stand in front of him, and he pulled her down into his lap without a break in the conversation. Still talking on the phone, he slipped one hand inside the shirt to play with her breasts while he continued talking, not otherwise acknowledging her. When he was finished with his conversation, he cupped the back of her head and took her mouth in a long, scorching kiss.

  When they finally came up for air, he smiled down at her and said, “Hi.”

  “Hi, yourself,” she replied. “I missed you.”

  “I needed to check in with Alan and make sure the club was okay,” he told her, smiling.

  “Okay, come back to bed,” she said as she stood up and took his hand.

  Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled her to straddle him, putting his cock very close to heaven.

  “Oh my,” she squealed, adjusting herself so that the tip of his penis just brushed her entrance.

  Grabbing her hips, he said, “Go on, honey, take a ride. You remember what to do.” He looked down into her eyes and pulled her down until he was just inside her. “Take me in all the way and ride, baby,” he encouraged her.

  Rachel grabbed Craig’s shoulders with both hands and slowly lowered herself onto him, taking as much as she could. Rocking slowly back and forth, she gradually took more and more of him until he was buried to the hilt. “Oh, God, this feels so good,” she whispered. She rocked slowly at first, and Craig leaned his head back, enjoying her motions.

  “I forgot how good this could feel, oh God,” she said as she looked up at him. He was hitting her G-spot with every stroke.

  He reached between them and found her clit, slowly rubbing the small nub, first circling it with one finger then taking two fingers and applying light pressure.

  “Oh, Craig, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she moaned. “I’m so close, so close.”

  “Don’t come yet, baby. Wait, and it will be so much better,” he told her as he took the lobe of her ear between his teeth.

  “Oh, I don’t think I can stand it, I need to come. It’s been so long, so long.” She panted, speeding up her rocking. The orgasms he had given her earlier were nothing compared to what was happening to her now.

  “For both of us, baby,” he answered her as he licked his way down her neck to her breast, taking the tip in his mouth, he gently bit and suckled. He felt her shudder and knew she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer, neither could he.

  Holding her hips tightly, he increased the speed of her
movements until they both came with a shower of sparks.

  Screaming, Rachel saw stars and almost forgot how to breathe. She fell forward, resting her head under his chin, breathing hard.

  “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he whispered against her hair. “You’re incredible.” He held her tightly to his chest. Even before everything had happened, it had never been like this.

  Rachel closed her eyes and enjoyed the afterglow, basking in the warmth of Craig’s arms, not able to move if she wanted to.

  Craig stretched his legs out so they were half lying, half sitting in the chair and relaxed, content to sit and hold Rachel for a few minutes.

  After a short time, he stood up and told her, “Wrap your legs around my waist.” She did, and he walked over to the wall and leaned her back against it. “Hold on tight, this will be fast and rough,” he told her as he adjusted her legs around his waist. He was still inside her and amazingly ready to go again. He took her there against the wall, fast and hard just as he had promised. Then carried her back to the bathroom and set her on the vanity.

  Grabbing her head in both hands, he kissed her hard, exploring her mouth, then released her and started filling the tub. “I think a hot soak will do us both good,” he told her as the tub filled.

  “Okay,” Rachel answered. She felt almost drunk, only better. This high was better than anything she had ever experienced. Nothing before in her life had felt like this. She wasn’t sure her brain was functioning and didn’t know how Craig was able to move. How he had managed to carry her to the bathroom, she had no idea. It was all she could do to sit up. She knew if she tried to stand that she would fall.

  Craig filled the tub, then turned and lifted Rachel into it, crawling in behind her. He adjusted the jets so that most of them pointed at her and pulled her back to lean against his chest. “Close your eyes and rest, I won’t let you go, ever,” he added silently, letting his hand rest on her abdomen.

  After about twenty minutes, he lifted her out of the tub and stood her. “Stand a minute, baby, while I dry you off, then I’ll carry you to bed.”

  “Okay,” she answered, sleepy and sated, barely able to answer, let alone stand.

  He dried her thoroughly and quickly wiped himself down, then lifting her into his arms, carried her to the bed. He still owed her a punishment, but tomorrow would be soon enough.

  Lying beside her in the bed, he pulled her to him and spooned against her, whispering in her ear, “I owe you a spanking, but we will deal with that tomorrow. Sleep now, love.”

  Rachel smiled. “Okay” seemed to be the only word she could manage to say. Closing her eyes, she let her body relax into his and let sleep overtake her.

  Chapter Five

  Even though Rachel had been sleeping with Craig for the past year, it was different waking naked in his arms. She felt his erection nudging her bottom and wiggled against it.

  “Don’t start what you don’t want to finish,” he said against her neck.

  “Who said I don’t want to finish it?” she answered, wiggling some more.

  “You’ll finish it all right,” he told her as he turned her to lay on her back and straddled her. “Open wide, I have something for you.”

  “Oh yummy,” she giggled, licking her lips.

  He scooted up until his legs were resting on either side of her breasts, just under her arms and leaning over her, slowly fed his cock into her warm, waiting mouth.

  Rachel opened her mouth, and using her tongue, slowly licked the drop of pre-cum from the tip of his dick and let him gradually feed his cock in her mouth. Swallowing slowly, she took more and more until his balls were hitting her chin.

  With him leaning over her, she didn’t have any choice, but to let him take control. He slowly fucked her face, gradually increasing the speed. He hit the back of her throat and she gagged, trying to remember to relax and swallow.

  He pulled back a little and asked if she was okay. When she nodded, he started moving again.

  Craig reminded himself that Rachel hadn’t done this for a while and he needed to take it easy. She felt so good it was difficult to control himself. Slowing down, he eased up a little and gave her time to get used to him.

  Rachel reached around and grabbed both of his ass cheeks and pulled him to her, wanting more. She appreciated that he had pulled back and slowed down when she gagged, but she had this now and was ready for more.

  She licked and sucked, trying to control his movements with her hands on his ass. It worked for a while, but after a few minutes, he took control back. Fisting both hands in her hair, Craig held her head and thrust rapidly into her warm, moist mouth. Thrusting fast and hard, he came with a primal groan, sending streams of hot cum down her throat.

  Rachel swallowed every drop and then eased back so that he slipped from her mouth. Smiling down at her, he said, “Thank you, that was fantastic,” as he rolled on his side and pulled her to him.

  They lay facing each other, Craig running his hands up and down her back, soothing her.

  Chapter Six

  After a short while, Craig rolled out of bed, and said, “Come on, time to shower, then we are going to do something fun.” It was Saturday, and Rachel was off work. Alan could watch the club for Craig, and they had the entire day to play.

  “What?” Rachel asked excitedly.

  “You’ll see. Shower and dress, you have thirty minutes,” Craig told her as he headed for the shower first.

  Five minutes later, he came out of the bathroom and reminded her, “You have thirty minutes starting now.”

  Rachel jumped up from the bed and ran to for the bathroom. She liked long showers and knew thirty minutes to get ready would be pushing it.

  When Rachel got out of the shower, she found clothes lying on the bed for her, so she dressed in what was there. Leaving the room, she found Craig waiting in the living room. “Only ten minutes late, not bad. We’ll add that to the punishment I owe you from last night and deal with it later,” he told her as he pulled her to him for a kiss. Grabbing her hand, he led her to his truck and helped her in.

  When he got in, she looked at him excitedly and said,” So where are we going?”

  “First I thought we would go for brunch, then how do you feel about going to some of the museums? Sadie has a few prints in a gallery I thought we could stop at.” Sadie was an aspiring artist and the sub-wife of Dave and Evan, two of the owners of the club.

  “That sounds like fun. I’d love to see some of Sadie’s work. She talks about it, but I’ve never seen anything she’s done. I love the museums, this should be great.”

  They went to several museums and wandered around, then having a late snack, decided to go the gallery to see Sadie’s work. Sadie was there with both her men, and they all decided to go for a nice dinner then head back to the club.

  As they were leaving the restaurant, a man grabbed Rachel’s arm. She stopped so quickly that Craig, who had been walking slightly behind and beside her, almost ran into her. “I think you dropped this, Ms. Greene,” he said to her, handing her a wallet.

  “I’m sorry, that’s not mine,” Rachel answered, looking at the wallet. It looked like hers, but she had left her wallet at the club that morning.

  “Are you sure? It has your identification in it,” the man said.

  Rachel took the wallet and looked inside it, and it did have her driver’s license and other things in it.

  “Thank you…” she said, feeling at a disadvantage since he knew her name and she didn’t know his.

  “Mike Hawkins. Glad to be able to return it to you,” the man said.

  “Thank you, Mr. Hawkins. This my friend, Craig Michaels. Thank you again,” Rachel said, introducing Craig.

  Craig held his hand out to the man, and they shook, then he laid his hand low in the middle of Rachel’s back and walked her out of the restaurant.

  “I didn’t think you had your wallet,” he said to her as they walked out.

  “I didn’t either. I thought I le
ft it at the club, but this has my ID and things in it, and it does look like mine,” Rachel said, shaking her head, confused.

  “We’ll check when we get to the club. I’m sure we’ll figure it out,” Craig told her as he helped her into the truck.

  As they drove back to the club, Rachel thought about the man. Somehow he looked familiar, but she couldn’t place where she knew him from. Opening the wallet, she looked through it and found a folded piece of paper she knew she wouldn’t have put in there.

  Looking at the paper, it said, “We know where you live and where you work. This isn’t done yet, bitch.”

  She must have made a strange noise, because Craig pulled the truck over and asked, “What’s wrong, what did you find?”

  Rachel showed him the note, and he said, “There’s more to this. When we get to the club, we will talk to Evan. He’ll know what to do.” He gave her a hug, and they drove the rest of the way to the club.

  When they got to the club, Craig pulled Evan aside, not wanting to frighten Sadie, and told him what had happened.

  While Craig was talking to Evan, Rachel ran to their room to check her purse. She wanted to see if her wallet was in it and if anything else was missing. The door to the suite didn’t look like it had been tampered with, but Rachel couldn’t tell for sure.

  She went straight for her purse, and it wasn’t where she thought she had left it. When she finally found it after looking several places she usually left it, it was open and her wallet was not in it. Nothing else seemed to be out of place, but nothing felt right either.

  Rachel paced the suite until Craig came back from talking with Evan. She told him what she had found and continued pacing. Chewing her bottom lip, she said, “I don’t understand. No one can get in here but the cleaning crew, and they’ve all been checked out by Evan. What the hell is going on?”

  Craig snaked one arm around her waist and pulled her down to sit in his lap. “Don’t worry about it. Evan has cameras everywhere, and if anyone can figure this out, he can. We’re going to let him do his job. Now, I want you to change into clubwear, we are still going to meet Sadie and Dave and play for a while. Sadie wants to celebrate the birth of Devan, and we aren’t going to disappoint her. Let’s go find you something to wear.”