"I never party, drink and debauch innocent—” he flicked the tip of his tongue across her lip as he leaned his body against hers, “and not so innocent maidens—then try to drive home. Since the party is at a hotel, I booked a room for the night."
His nearness nearly took her breath away, making the simple task of talking increasingly difficult. “That's very astute of you, very forward thinking."
"Aye ... when you're accustomed to plundering the high seas, you need to be prepared for any eventuality.” The timbre of his smooth masculine voice did as much to seduce her senses as his words. With a quick pelvic thrust, he shoved his hardened sex against her. The contact gave her a quick sample of what he had to offer and sent a sharp surge of need ricocheting through her body.
"My room will be a nice quiet place where we can continue our conversation undisturbed."
"That sounds like the perfect place to have an intimate ... uh ... conversation."
Trish thought she knew what she was doing, had considered all the angles when she formulated her plan. But she woefully under estimated one facet. She hadn't realized just how potent his sexual magnetism could be until he pressed against her.
Tremors of arousal shuddered through her body, demanding attention. She wanted Jonathon Rutledge's obvious arousal buried deep inside her. She needed the feel of his hard shaft completely filling her. It was a fantasy that had dominated her dreams at night and propelled her daydreams during her waking hours for the last three years. And now it was stronger and more demanding than ever.
He removed his mask, then reached for hers. She quickly raised her hand to stop him. He looked at her quizzically. “You won't take your mask off? Then the least you can do is tell me your name."
"No. Let's play out a fantasy—two strangers spending the night making love. No strings, no recriminations, no guilt, no worries about what the morning will bring."
"Spending the night with a sexy seductress,” his husky voice whispered across her ear, “is definitely a fantasy I'll willingly indulge.” He brought his mouth down on hers, capturing her very breath. It was a hungry kiss that told of long pent up needs, a kiss that demanded everything and promised as much in return.
Jonathon ground his arousal against the flat of her stomach. She slipped her arms around his neck. Her breasts pressed against his silk shirt, her tautly puckered nipples teasing his already highly aroused senses. Her ragged breathing matched his, two people caught up in the same swirl of desire.
He thrust his tongue between her lips and met an eager response as he twined it with hers in an erotic ritual of seduction. Her mouth tasted every bit as delicious as it looked, as delicious as he knew the rest of her body would be.
An all-consuming need burned inside him. If she was even half as hot as he felt, they had the potential of setting off the fire sprinklers at the very least—at the most, reducing the room to charred remains. He edged his hand inside the soft piece of fabric covering her breast. He cupped her fullness, the sensation leaving his fingers literally tingling. Her body trembled beneath his touch as he inched the material aside. A moment later he had his mouth at her breast, suckling as he teased her hardened nipple with his tongue. Her throaty moan of submission doubled the excitement racing through his body.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he became aware of the elevator slowing to a stop. He reluctantly allowed her nipple to slip from his mouth and released her from his hold. He smoothed the front of her dress back into place.
"I think we're at my floor.” His voice held a husky quality that he didn't seem to be able to control any more than he could dictate to the hard erection straining against the crotch of his pants.
A moment later the elevator doors opened. He tried to force a smoothness to his labored breathing while escorting her down the hall to his room. He had been nearly frantic to have her. He would have gladly taken her right there in the elevator if they hadn't arrived at the twentieth floor. He needed to slow things down. This wasn't a fast fuck in a darkened hallway up against a wall. They were at his room where they had all night to explore and enjoy each other in every way possible.
And that's just what he planned to do.
As soon as they were inside, he put out the Do Not Disturb sign and set the security lock. He didn't want any unexpected interruptions to intrude.
Then he turned toward her. She stood next to the bed, looking like a combination of perfect lady and wanton sex goddess—a fascinating and incredibly alluring blend. Her puckered nipples protruded against her dress. It was all he could do to maintain some semblance of propriety when what he really wanted to do was rip off her dress, throw her down on the bed and fuck her long and hard until they both dissolved into a puddle of spent flesh.
He tossed aside the mask, headgear, and sword belonging to his costume, then toed off his boots. She remained perfectly still as if waiting to see what he would do. Only the rise and fall of her breasts with her ragged breathing gave away her state of arousal. That and the heated glow in the depths of her eyes.
He ran his fingers along the line of her jaw, down the side of her neck and across her shoulder. The quality of her skin was unlike anything he had ever felt before, a smooth creamy texture that sent a shudder of heated anticipation rippling through his body.
Jonathon slipped the dress off her shoulders and allowed it to fall to her waist. Her firm bare breasts were capped by tautly puckered dusky pink nipples just begging for the pleasure of his mouth. He stepped in closer. She wasn't wearing a bra, but what about panties? The way the dress dipped so low in the back, lower than her waist, he wondered what she could possibly be wearing underneath. He also knew he was going to thoroughly enjoy finding out.
"Tell me, my sexy seductress. Is the bottom half of you as bare and delicious as the top half?” He traced his finger across the swell of her breasts, first one then the other, before running his fingertip between her breasts and continuing down her body until he reached her navel. She trembled beneath his touch.
"Is this dress the only thing touching your skin?” His words were part spoken and part husky rasp. “The only thing keeping me from exploring the treasure buried between your thighs?"
"No quite. But I'm sure you're about to find out for yourself.” She stepped out of her high heels. “I'm sure there's lots here for both of us to discover if we apply ourselves, many things to explore before the night is over."
He heard a low groan, one that spoke of deep need as well as desire. A groan that had clawed its way out of his own throat. A groan that betrayed the smooth exterior he tried to project. She was unlike anyone he had ever met. She was hot, delicious and very ready yet there was something hidden, something she didn't want him to see, something more than merely hiding her face behind a mask.
It also presented itself in the way she seemed to be waiting for him to take action, almost as if she didn't know what to do or how to proceed. It left him with the uncomfortable impression that she wasn't the experienced playmate she pretended to be. It was almost as if she was two people, hot sex kitten on one hand yet reserved lady on the other. He shook away the thought. It was a dilemma that would have to wait until another time.
He had been working too hard for too long without a break. If she was, indeed, two people, then tonight he wanted the one who was hot and ready. The one whose mere presence had totally seduced his senses and had his cock hard and ready practically from the moment he set eyes on her. The need had been building inside him for too long to worry about second guessing his good fortune. The side of her that seemed more demure would have to wait.
He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her in front of him. He caught one of her nipples in his mouth and suckled as he ran his hands inside the back of her dress. It took only a moment for his fingers to reach the garter belt and discover that she wasn't wearing any panties.
The breath caught in his lungs. His fingertips tingled with a surge of excitement. His hungry mouth took in more of her breast, sucking with a
n increased intensity. Cupping the perfect globes of her ass cheeks, he squeezed the delectably firm flesh.
Trish's legs trembled as the sensations coursed through her body, accompanied by a hungry need pulsing between her legs. His mouth ... his hands ... he was everything she knew he would be, and the night was still young.
She thought she would be able to stand there and allow his tantalizing seduction to continue, to revel in the delights of his touch, but her desire to touch him was more than she could control. She snaked her fingers through his thick dark hair. His mouth may have been on her breast, but the core of her excitement was much lower. The heat spread, the moisture dampened her entire pussy.
It had been over a year since she last had sex and that had been a less than stellar experience. In fact, it had left her unfulfilled and frustrated. Stimulated but without an orgasm. In retrospect, she had only dated him because he bore a vague resemblance to Jonathon Rutledge. Since then, only her vibrator had been between her legs. It was adequate in relieving that sexual itch, but nothing more.
And now she had the real thing all to herself and one night to make all her fantasies come true.
His movements were not as smooth as she had assumed they would be as he tugged on her dress, inching it down her hips then letting it drop to the floor where it pooled at her feet. It was almost as if he had been forcing himself to take it slow.
He leaned back on his elbows. A moment of eye contact was long enough for her to see the passion shining in the depths of his green eyes. She had seen it a thousand times in her dreams and fantasies, but this time it was real.
And that glow of passion was all for her.
Her insides quivered and her heart pounded. A moment of panic invaded her reality. He was a very dynamic man. She was limited in her experience of anything beyond the basic missionary position. Would she be able to satisfy all his needs and desires? Would he find her lack of experience a turn off? She forced her negative thoughts aside. Now was not the time for doubts.
She stood in front of him. The red lace garter belt framed the blonde curls covering her sex. Red satin ribbons held up her sheer black stockings. His gaze skimmed her body, then came to rest on the feathery softness decorating her pussy. He touched her breasts again, then ran a finger lightly over her skin from the valley between her breasts down to the garter belt, then across her mound. He touched the very tip of his finger against her clit.
A sharp intake of breath followed by an earthy moan of delight escaped her throat before she could stop it. Her eyelids fluttered shut as her body trembled in response to his actions. He stroked between her legs, tracing her delicate pussy lips, then withdrew his hand and touched his wet finger to his tongue.
"I think you should leave that garter belt and your stockings on.” His words came out as a husky rasp. “It's so damned sexy the way it surrounds your delicious pussy, like the perfect picture frame around an exquisite work of art."
It had taken every ounce of will power she possessed to remain still while he skimmed his hands over her body, touched her tingling clit and ran his finger between her legs. He had been her fantasy for three years even though she knew he saw her as nothing more than an incredibly efficient employee. He normally took no more notice of her than the paint on the wall. But tonight he would be different. He would be all hers through the screaming ecstasy of multiple orgasms. She would thrill to the excitement so many other women had known in his bed. And Monday when he arrived at the office and she handed him his cup of coffee, he would never know it was her.
"You have me out of my clothes, but you're still dressed.” Once again she was able to bring forth the throaty voice she had practiced in the privacy of her apartment as part of her disguise, although she couldn't control the slight quaver that surrounded her words. “I think it's time for you to get out of your clothes."
Jonathon stood up and touched the silken strands of her hair. His words were soft, his breath brushing lightly across her cheek. “I think you're right."
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Chapter Two
Trish tugged Jonathon's shirt from the waist of his trousers and unfastened the top button. Then the next and the next. Her fingers trembled to the point she couldn't undo the final button. She had never undressed a man before and didn't know how to go about it. As sensual as she wanted the action to be was as awkward as she felt. She knew she was failing miserably. Was he already disappointed? Did he regret his decision to whisk her away to his hotel room?
Jonathon put his hand on top of hers and flashed a sexy grin. “Maybe you'd better let me do that.” He indicated the bed. “Why don't you relax, and I'll join you in a moment?"
She returned his smile with an inviting one of her own. She leaned forward and flicked the tip of her tongue across his lower lip. She had never attempted to seduce a man before. In all her thirty years, it was the most brazen thing she had ever done, except for standing there nearly naked in front of the sexiest man alive.
She may have dressed the part of sex personified, but it was a long way from the reality of who and what she was—except for tonight. She knew there would be many more firsts for her before the night was over. One forbidden night of totally unbridled wanton passion.
One forbidden night that would have to last her a lifetime.
She eased onto the bed, but her mind was far from relaxed. The way he had grabbed her trembling hand, telling her he'd take off his own clothes—had she made a total fool of herself? Had she managed to make it perfectly clear she was way out of her element? A player who belonged in little league rather than the major leagues with him? She had already moved far outside her realm of experience.
Another hint of panic tried to make its way to the forefront, but the tingling in her clit and her tightly drawn nipples overpowered her concerns. The look on his face said he liked what he saw as his gaze traveled across her body.
She watched as he peeled off his clothes and tossed them aside in much the same way as it had happened in her day dreams. She had visualized what his body would look like so many times, but nothing in her imagination matched this reality. His hard chest, broad shoulders, strong arms, muscled legs and a tight butt were perfection as far as she was concerned.
A rush of heat and moisture flooded between her legs. His cock stood tall and proud—the thick shaft with the clearly defined engorged veins, the head a rapidly darkening purple. She had not had the opportunity to see that many fully erect male organs in person with the lights on, but she could not imagine one more impressive than what she was staring at.
She reached for one of the pillows, arching her hips off the bed as she slipped it beneath her rear end to thrust her pussy upward so it would be more accessible. She had certainly never done that before, but had read about it. The action made her feel very sexy and uninhibited, a sensation that pleased her. The look on his face told her it delighted him, too.
"Well, my sexy seductress, that's an invitation that could make the strongest man quiver. Everything looks so good. I don't know where to begin."
That may have been what he said, but his actions made it clear that he knew exactly where he wanted to begin. He snuggled his body between her legs, spreading them as he placed his face very close to her feathered mound. She had read about oral sex and had even heard people talk about it, but she had never experienced it. She had assumed it would be part of a night of passion. Someone as sexy as Jonathon Rutledge would surely have a well-rounded repertoire, but not knowing what to expect had left her a little nervous about the prospect.
His warm breath tickled against her inner thighs sending a wave of unexpected anticipation coursing through her body. Then his lips touched her most intimate place. She drew in a hard gasp. The sensation was so much more intense than she had thought it would be. She closed her eyes as the waves of excitement assaulted her senses. She heard the moan of delight and knew it had come from her throat. She also knew she wanted much more of this new experience, this forme
rly forbidden treat.
He traced the outline of her pussy lips with the tip of his tongue, then flicked it against her clit. Her head jerked back against the pillow as she thrust her muff upward toward him.
Then he sucked her clit into his mouth.
Her pussy muscles spasmed in a series of rapid contractions unlike anything she had ever known as the orgasm ripped through her body. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy touched every part of her. She ran her shaky fingers through his hair, then pulled his face harder against her muff. Her hips bucked wildly, demanding more of his tantalizing lingual attentions.
"Oh, my God! That's—” The words had come out of her mouth, but she didn't recognize the breathless rasp that uttered them. “More ... oh, please, more. I've never—"
Even as muddled as her mind was at the moment, she knew she had to shut up before she said something she shouldn't. Before she let him know this was all new to her. Perhaps she had already said too much. She couldn't even think. She wasn't sure exactly what she had said. All she could do was feel and experience.
Her taste exploded inside Jonathon's mouth, flowing over his tongue and filling his senses with the tantalizing spice. It was a taste he wanted to sample again and again. A taste that excited. A taste that cried out for more.
He lapped at her flowing juices, her addictive flavor filling his mouth and almost overwhelming his senses. He had never tasted a pussy as delicious or experienced such an immediate response from a woman. Her thighs tightened around his head as if she was afraid he might try to pull back. He took her clit into his mouth again, sucking on the engorged nubbin as he inhaled the aroma of her sex. His chest tightened, making it more difficult for him to breathe.
Her pussy walls grabbed at his tongue, trying to pull it deep inside. He felt her second orgasm shudder through her body and heard her whimpers and cries of fulfilled delight. It had been too long since he had been with a woman and this one was someone very special. He couldn't hold out much longer. His cock throbbed with his need for release.
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