by Lacey Silks
“So, what are you suggesting?”
“That you come to my condo, please. And spend the night with me.”
“Okay. Now?”
“Yes.” He removed the napkin from his lap and sprung up as if a fire had been lit underneath his ass. For what it was worth, it was an ass that set my insides ablaze each time I snuck a peek at it. He insisted on paying the bill, of course, and we left Olivier’s in the biggest hurry ever.
CHAPTER 8
As soon as we stepped out of the restaurant, a black limousine pulled up to the curb. The driver came around to our side and opened the back door. He was an older gentleman wearing white gloves and held kindness in his eyes.
“Ma’am,” he said in a professional tone.
I climbed inside the car while Cash took over holding the door. He exchanged a few words with the driver and joined me inside. I’d heard him asking “George” how he was feeling and to drive us to Cash’s condo.
Stretching my legs, I sat in the back, waiting impatiently, the anticipation of heavy sex already turning me on. Cash removed the phone from his pocket and set it aside. Eager to see where he lived, I felt my knees bop up and down until his warm hand covered them. That simple touch was enough to heat me from that spot all through my body. He didn’t pull it away. Instead, he just smoothed his hand over my capris from my knee up to my thigh and back. While the touch was most likely meant to calm me, it did so much more to my body. I was beginning to feel its effect right between my legs—because that was exactly where I wanted his hand to be rubbing me.
“Why are you nervous?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
“It’s like the moment you stepped out of that restaurant, you became a different person.”
Did I? “I guess it’s just being alone with you... the weekend was so good, I really can’t imagine it getting any better, and what if it’s not? Then what happens? I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
Cash frowned and then pressed a button on the side door. A privacy divider rolled up between us and George.
“If you’re worried that I can’t outperform the weekend, you’re wrong, Sky. I’ve been thinking about all the things I want to do to you since the moment you left the hotel room. And when I saw you at the restaurant, from the first sight I knew I’d need to have you today.”
Oh!
He touched another button, saying, “George, no interruptions until I say so.”
“Yes, sir,” George replied over the intercom.
“What do you not want interrupted?”
“The last thing I want today, Sky, is a case of blue balls. I can’t wait until we get home to feel you squeeze my cock. And if someone interrupts me as I’m coming inside you, I swear I will kill them. I’m just giving George a fair warning. Now get those damn pants off so that I can remember how good it feels to have you around me.”
My fingers couldn’t undo the zipper fast enough, but as soon as I had, and saw that Cash’s pants and boxer-briefs were down at his ankles, I completely understood his impatience. He held his thick cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. He seemed to be getting bigger by the second. The pink tip glistened and I licked my lips. At the sound of the foil packet being ripped with his teeth, I felt myself get wet. As I watched him roll the condom on his generous length, a wave of new energy and anticipation rolled through my body. But when I got a closer look at the rubber, my eyes grew wider.
“What is that?” I asked.
“Never seen one of these babies?” he asked, drawing his thumb over the small latex spikes around the head of his cock. The condom seemed to have been molded with pointers. “I’d honestly prefer to have nothing between us, but I don’t think we’re ready to be parents.”
“I agree.” Watching him pull his thumb over the tip and the condom squish underneath it, I licked my lips.
“I haven’t been without protection in years. This is the next best thing, for you, Sky. I can’t wait to have you try this out.”
Just the thought of that texture inside me made my need surge to new heights, and I felt the wetness pool in my panties. As I remembered how good and thick Cash felt the past weekend, this little surprise would definitely add an extra layer of stimulation.
I lifted my bare ass and scooted toward him, shifting to sit down on his lap with my back to him. I wiggled my behind, looked back, and got a megawatt smile in response.
“I like where this is going.” His voice was raw and full of yearning. Cash gently lifted me and steadied his cock underneath me. With his guidance, I slid down slowly, hugging him with my walls.
Holy crap, did that ever feel good! Those tiny spikes grazed against my inner walls, awakening nerves that had never been touched that way. With an easy slide, I was certain that I’d never need a lubricant when Cash was around because just thinking about him was enough for me to coat him for decades. I leaned back against his body and turned my head for a kiss. Reaching up and behind his head, I weaved my fingers into his hair, bringing his mouth to mine. He took my lips, his tongue plunging in with hunger. When he let go, holding my hips steady, Cash helped me rise over him and sit again. The fullness of him was like a reward, and in this position, his ragged tip rubbed my inner walls and pressed against that delicate spot that drove me insane. Moans of desperation left my mouth as I moved my hips faster and faster.
“Easy there, girl,” he said. “We’ve got some time. There’s traffic outside.”
Thank God for traffic! For the first time since I entered the limo, I remembered where we were. People walked outside on the sidewalk, completely unaware of what we were up to. A businessman had a longer look at the limo, and for a moment I thought he could see us. He smiled, and I really hoped that it was just a coincidence. But I had to admit that the prospect of someone potentially watching us turned me on. And I was sure that George had to know what we were up to, didn’t he?
“Are you sure he can’t see or hear us?” I asked, nodding toward the window separating us.
“Completely. There’s no way I’d let anyone lay their eyes on you this way. Lean forward, Sky. I want to see that gorgeous ass of yours.”
Resting my arms on the seat across, I supported myself there and slowly ended up on my knees. Cash followed suit and joined me on the limo floor. There was enough space here for the most comfortable mount ever, and the soft carpeting underneath my knees was definitely a bonus. As I looked back, seeing the pure desire in Cash’s eyes made this so worth it. He squeezed my ass, molded it in his hands, and massaged it. Each time he moved it felt like his fingers were getting closer to my center, and it felt better than anything before in my life. This man knew exactly how to drive me crazy, and I’d listen to any instruction he gave me just so that his hands could be on my body.
I rested my head against the plush seat and circled my hips in encouragement.
He moved in and out of me slowly, spreading my cheeks further apart and finally drawing the tip of his finger from the top of my ass down the crack until he touched that tight hole. This was the first time a man had ever touched me there, and I couldn’t believe how good it felt.
“Is your asshole a virgin, Sky?”
“Yes,” I panted.
He teased the rim with his finger, gently prodding a few times before squeezing my ass again. “Good, that’s so fucking good.”
And with those words, I felt his tempo increase. With a grunt, Cash brought my hips onto him each time he plunged inside me. The sound of his balls slapping against my bare skin echoed off the windows. The smell of sex as the scent of his sweat and my essence mixed, filled the limo.
His hand drew to my front, and the moment his fingers touched my clit and circled around it, I lost it. I was in the greatest heat of my life, and I didn’t want this to stop. I wanted Cash to rub me over and over again, and he had. He didn’t stop until I could no longer take it physically. Another flick and I wouldn’t be able to walk out of this limo on my own.
I pressed my face to the
seat, screaming right into the fabric, muting the sound as it came out. My body convulsed underneath him. He pushed into me three more times and squeezed my hip tightly with his left hand as he too found his release. Once done, Cash slowly pulled out. I got dressed and, still panting, lay down on the seat across from him.
“Are you all right, Sky?”
“Unbelievable.”
He smiled. “I know exactly how you feel.”
“Is it always like this, for you?” I asked. Since I hadn’t been in a relationship in so long or with a man at all in the past two years, my experience as to what I should be feeling was very limited. With Cash, I wanted him all the time. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and for the first time in my life I’d had a wet dream three nights in a row.
“You mean this good? No way, Sky. You’re the one that’s unbelievable. You’re so raw and tight and willing. God, I can’t get enough of you.”
“I guess that’s a good thing?”
“That’s a really good thing, but it makes concentrating through the day unbearable. I’m so looking forward to tonight.”
Cash’s phone buzzed. He took the call, and without saying a word after the hello, the good mood he was in a minute ago washed off his face. I was pretty sure that our day just got ruined.
“Sky, I’m sorry.” He knelt by the seat I was still lying on. I sat up slowly, waiting for him to continue. He took my hands into his saying, “It’s work related. I’m going to have to head back to the office. Please forgive me.” He pressed a button on the side door and said, “George, my office, please.”
“Yes, sir.”
As George made a few turns toward southern Manhattan, I couldn’t help but feel sad.
“I will make this up to you. I promise.”
“It’s okay. You don’t need to.”
Before he stepped out of the limo, he instructed George to take me back to my apartment and left a drawn-out kiss on my lips. I, of course, instead of telling George my address, asked him to drive me back to Olivier’s. After all, the restaurant was within a block of where I lived, and I wasn’t ready to give away my only piece of sanctuary to anyone.
CHAPTER 9
Over the next few days, Cash texted me, asking me when he could see me again. I, of course, made excuses and hid away in my apartment. Everything with Cash was moving so quickly, it was beginning to scare me. I wasn’t sure what exactly he was expecting, and I knew I couldn’t give him what he needed if he wanted a relationship. I couldn’t have a steady man in my life. I couldn’t have anyone in my life—that would only endanger them. Yet my heart ached at how much I missed him. And not only the sex—well, I missed that too—but I longed to feel the touch of his hand on my cheek, I wished I could hear his laugh, and ached to kiss his lips or even take another dozen selfies. The man was obsessed with pictures, but at least he vowed not to share them. It was becoming too difficult to stay away from Cash, and I made a promise to myself to finally call him and see him after Sonia’s birthday party this weekend.
By the time I arrived at her house, it appeared that the party was in full swing. But having to take the bus out of town meant a two-hour trip for me. I never got a driver’s licence when I came to New York. Seeing as I’d need to go outside to get it, and I didn’t really need to drive around, I never found a need for one.
The stares people gave me on the bus weren’t that pleasing. Without directly telling them that I was a black widow spider, my latex costume that may as well have been my skin reminded me more of something a stripper would wear just before her performance. I was sure that someone would eventually report me to the cops or at least ask me if I needed directions to the closest bar.
Looking around the guests I didn’t recognize, part of me wished Sonia hadn’t opted to host a masked-superhero-themed party. But another part was also thankful. This was the perfect cover-up to maintain my anonymity. If she hadn’t, I wasn’t too sure how I would have found the courage to come here.
I squished past the obvious Cat and Wonder women and Iron Men and Batmen. Some were more creative, opting for Elektra and Aquaman. Everyone kept their masks close to their faces, which made figuring out who they were that much more exciting. Since I didn’t know anyone, it didn’t really matter to me who they were.
“I’m so glad you made it, Sky. You’re like one of the funkiest people I know. I knew you’d fit in perfectly. There’s food at the corner table, and help yourself at the bar.” Sonia wore a Catwoman outfit and she looked absolutely gorgeous.
I’m the funky one? I thought.
Immediately she handed me a shot of tequila and clanked her glass with mine. It was Sonia’s drink of choice.
“Most of my friends don’t hang around Manhattan circles. They’re more country. I hope you won’t feel offended. Here, have another one to warm you up. You’re a bit late, so you need to catch up.”
And we threw back the second shot. The alcohol sped through my veins like a tornado, fusing much-needed confidence into my body. If I was going to pull off this costume and do it justice, I had to at least try to act sexy.
“No, it’s all good. Thank you for inviting me.”
“Who are you supposed to be?” she asked.
“A black widow.”
“To black widows.” She lifted another shot that she picked up off the kitchen counter. I joined her, and within five minutes of arriving, I was feeling a nice buzz I could definitely work with.
Maybe I should have chosen something everyone else would have recognized. As I looked around the party, I got more excited every minute. Sonia’s friends seemed to be exactly the kind of people I would have hung out with back home. They all appeared easy-going and to be enjoying each other’s company, or perhaps they just allowed their inner selves to come out when the masks came on. All, that is, except for the one stiff Captain America standing in a corner. But if I thought my outfit was too sinful, then his was way over-the-top. It appeared as if he wore more skin than fabric. But that body was to die for. With only a small cloth with a star design for shorts right over his generous package, another one resembling a shield right over his chest, and a mask in a red, white, and blue design, all he had to do was remove the two items and he’d be naked. When the man moved away from behind the wall and I saw the tattooed arm of black roses, I froze and quickly turned toward Sonia.
“How do you know Captain America?” I motioned with my head without being too obvious that I was talking about Cash.
“Hot, isn’t he? I’ve been working for him as a personal assistant for six months now. He’s a very good boss and doesn’t really need much. Sometimes I just need to bring his clothes from one place to another, order flowers, and send out gifts, things like that. Not very demanding.”
“Sonia, our confidentiality agreement. You know how important that is to me, right?”
“Yes, absolutely. I’d never breach it. Why do you look so concerned?”
“Because I know him as well. I just wouldn’t want things to get uncomfortable.”
“I swear.” She made a cross sign over her chest. “You are my number one, Sky. You’re more than a boss. You’re a good friend.”
“I know. Thank you.”
“You know. I don’t think he’s said a word to anyone since he got here. Do you think...?”
“Yeah, I think I can manage.”
“Wait, have one more for extra courage.”
And we took what was my fourth shot of tequila since I’d arrived. I pulled my mask up to my face and sashayed up to the corner where Cash was supporting the wall. He looked me over warily as I lowered my free hand to my hip and jutted it out one way. I cleared my throat and lowering my voice to a seductive hiss I imagined a spider would make, I asked, “Hey there, Captain, are you planning on winning a war with that sword?” I snaked my gaze down his body to the star that covered his crotch. Maybe that was too forward. What if I offended him? I saw the contours of his face shift as he regarded me from underneath the mask.
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bsp; “No, but I am planning on fucking a black widow with it later tonight.”
What? It looked like Captain America liked to have fun.
He leaned in to my ear, whispering, “What do you think, Sky? Are you up for some fucking?”
His candid words spun in my head as if he was the one weaving a web both around me and inside me. Or maybe it was the buzz of the tequila talking its way out?
“You knew who I was?” I lowered my mask at the same time he did.
“Of course I did. I’d recognize that beautiful black-widow ass of yours from miles away. Love your costume.”
I once again looked over his skimpy beachwear and said, “I wish I could say the same about yours.”
“I forgot about the party until this morning. Sonia usually looks after my schedule and reminds me, but I guess I shouldn’t have expected her to remind me about her birthday party. It was programmed in my phone, so I saw it last-minute. I promised her I’d be here, and you know I don’t break promises. And this”—he pointed to the piece of fabric that barely covered his crotch—“I borrowed this crap from Scar. It was the closest thing he had to a costume.”
“Does Scar work at a strip club?” I chuckled as I imagined him taking the bus the way I had.
Cash adjusted the star, making sure it still covered him. I bet if he became excited, I’d see a one-eyed monster snake out from underneath his shorts. And just thinking about him that way got me excited. I couldn’t help but wonder about Captain America stripping down for me.
“Actually, he owns one. Hence the costume.”
“You know, when you said you’d dress up as a superhero, this was definitely not the way I pictured you. But it works.”
“Thanks. What are you doing here, Sky? You’re far away from home.”
“Sonia’s my personal assistant as well,” I said.
“I would not have pegged you for someone who needs a PA.”