‘Damn, you’re solid,’ I whispered, my knees all of a sudden quite wobbly.
His hand tensed around me. He was just keeping me upright, I guess.
We got to the floor and suddenly all those people trying to be so sexy seemed funny so I started clowning around doing all the totally unsexy moves from PSY’s video. I flicked my hair back from my face and, pointing my forefinger at him, screamed the words, ‘Hey, where’d you get that body from?’
He was good for it. He copied my earlier goofy dance moves and shouted back, ‘I got it from my Daddy.’
I laughed.
He fell to his knees and to my surprise executed some unexpectedly cool moves while on them. The tequila started buzzing in my head and we carried on like two fools until the song ended and I smiled sunnily up at him.
The next track was Galantis’s Peanut Butter Jelly.
‘Spread it like,’ he prompted, miming the action of combing his hair.
‘Peanut butter jelly,’ I bellowed, and turning wriggled my butt provocatively at him. He slapped it and I whirled around with exaggerated surprise and showed him my middle finger. Laughing he spread the fingers of both his hands and made circles with them.
He looked so ridiculous I had to laugh.
It was the most fun I’d had since the hogs ate grandma and I was giving it all I got, widening my eyes, and making silly faces, when he suddenly grabbed me, pulled me towards him, and kissed me. The laughter died in my throat. His cologne flooded my senses. Delicious. Everything around us melted away.
Oh my God! It was like our mouths were made of chocolate. They melded into each other. We were just a hot mess of lips, tongues, saliva and desire. I became lost in him.
Spread it like. Spread it like. Spread it like.
I felt the effects of his kiss down to the tips of my toes. When he raised his head I could only stare at him dumbfounded.
‘Oh wow!’ I said, my lips tingling.
Reaching my hands around his neck, I pulled his head back down and carried on kissing him. I was like a hungry animal that had been kept in a cage and not fed for days, while it could see the food just outside its reach. I could have stayed like that forever, just drowning in the sensation of that mind-blowing kiss if he had not pulled me off him.
‘Hey,’ I protested, frowning up at him.
‘This club is not wild enough for what I want to do to you,’ he muttered thickly and dragged me off the dance floor.
We were standing facing each other at the coat counter, waiting for my coat, when I saw a woman behind Ivan approaching us. She was slim with shiny, dark-chocolate hair and her skin was smooth and olive toned. She was staring at me intently. Not taking her eyes off me she tapped Ivan on the back. I watched him turn and look down at her.
‘Isla is having a party,’ she told him. ‘You can come. There will be girls there for you.’ She let her eyes slide toward me. ‘I can take care of her while you are busy.’
Hot bling was blasting in the background. The expression on Ivan’s face did not change in the slightest, except for the sudden tightening of his fingers on my hand.
‘Maybe next time,’ he told her flatly.
‘Shame,’ she said looking at me. ‘I really like your little friend.’
‘Have a great time at your party,’ Ivan said and turned his back on her. I looked up at Ivan. His face was a frozen mask.
The girl who had taken our ticket emerged from the back room with my coat. She put it on the counter and he took it and helped me into it.
We walked out into the cold air and Ivan took hold of my elbow. I looked into his eyes.
‘Did you want to go to that party?’ I asked.
He shook his head. ‘No, I can go to parties like that any day of the week.’
‘Good,’ I said.
He hardly spoke in the car. I stole a few glances at him, but he seemed to be in his own thoughts. He parked in the underground car park. I turned to look at him.
‘Thank you for a lovely evening.’
He smiled. Slow and sexy. Oh! I’m so screwed.
‘It’s not over yet,’ he said softly.
‘No?’ There were butterflies in my tummy.
‘Come on, I’ll walk you to your door.’
‘Makes sense,’ I joked, but my voice sounded nervous.
He came around and helped me out. We walked without touching, but the air between us was throbbing. I did not look at him in the lift. When we got inside the apartment he closed the door behind him and I turned to look at him. His eyes were veiled. I stared at him nervously. It had been fun in the nightclub, but now that we were at the point where it all got serious, I felt incredibly nervous. Whatever buzz from the alcohol seemed to have completely exited my system.
‘Should we have a drink first?’ I asked.
He shook his head slowly and began to advance. Sensuality dripped from him. ‘Shit, Tawny. I’m going to make you scream so hard tonight,’ he promised.
I opened my mouth. There must be something clever to say to that. My mind was a blank. Oh sweet Jesus. Then my legs began to move. Backwards. I was retreating. Damn. Who’d have ever thought I was such a coward? My mouth started making words.
‘Hang on a minute. Can you just give me one minute to … ah … get into something more comfortable? Erm … something easier for you … to … um … take off,’ I babbled nervously.
He stopped advancing. ‘You have exactly one minute,’ he said silkily.
‘Perfect,’ I said, and almost ran to my room.
I closed the door, leaned against it and took a deep breath. My heart was racing like a mad thing. Take stock, Tawny. You definitely do want to sleep with him, right? Oh boy, did I want a lick of Ivan. OK, just nerves then. Perfectly normal. I can do nerves.
I rushed to my lingerie drawer and pulled out my new baby doll. I hurried out of my dress and into the lacy bit of material. I dashed into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror.
Wow! I sure looked different. My cheeks were flushed and my eyes were glittering with excitement. In my haste I had snapped one of the delicate white ribbons on my baby doll. If I switched off the main light he would never notice. I fluffed my hair frantically and gargled with mouthwash. I walked into my bedroom and froze.
Ivan was standing at the door. He had taken off his jacket and three of his buttons were already undone. Smooth tanned skin gleamed through the V.
‘Is it already one minute?’ I heard myself asking.
‘Sorry,’ he said not sounding sorry at all. ‘Couldn’t wait another second.’
‘Oh.’
‘My barefoot beauty,’ he said staring at me. No one had ever looked at me like that. With such naked hunger.
‘Bare feet go with every outfit,’ I babbled.
Reaching out a hand I quickly snapped off the switch for the main light. Illuminated only by the bedside lamps, the room was a little less intimidating.
He smiled slowly, confidently. There was something almost devilish about that smile. I was so anxious my heart was fluttering like a trapped bird, but I wouldn’t be outdone for bravado.
‘I bit my lower lip and said in the sexiest voice I could muster, ‘What’re you waiting for? Come and get it, babe.’
It was like a red flag to a bull. What happened next was a total shock to me.
In the blink of an eye, I found myself pinned face down on the mattress. A large, powerful hand landed between my shoulder blades to hold me in place while his other hand unclasped my bra.
I was too shocked to even think. Adrenalin surged through my blood and my body felt as if it was about to ignite. I could no longer keep my breathing calm. He twisted his fingers into my hair and jerked my head back until my ear was next to his mouth. I was so hyped up I felt no pain.
‘Is this what you want?’ he growled softly, his voice grating with lust. ‘You want me to take you? To fuck you? To make you scream?’
The blood roared in my ears. I was shaking with a strange excitement.
‘Everyone thinks you’re such a nice, sweet girl, but I know the truth. I know how bad and naughty you truly want to be …’
‘Yes,’ I whispered.
‘I didn’t hear you,’ he said arrogantly, his breath hot on my neck.
‘Yes,’ I said, my voice louder.
‘Yes what?’
For God’s sake. ‘Yes, I want you to take me?’ I admitted through gritted teeth.
‘The word I was actually looking for was, Sir.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I squeaked.
‘Good,’ he said with satisfaction.
He released my hair and my head flopped forward. He flipped the hem of my baby doll upwards. I felt the soft material land on my head. I knew my entire back and panties were completely exposed.
For a while he did nothing. I just heard him breathing hard. Then he roughly seized the silky material of my panties in an iron fist and yanked it up hard and forward, forcing me onto my knees, my ass high up in the air. The crotch of my panties was pulled so tight against my pounding clit that I lost even the ability to think rationally. Scrap that. I couldn’t think at all.
I wanted to scream at him to ease up, but when I opened my mouth only a raw groan escaped. I knew at that moment that I was in over my head, but I was already in the position he wanted me to be in and his fingers released the material suddenly. I took a shaky breath as blood started flowing to my clit again.
His fingers brushed against the wet material of my crotch. I shivered uncontrollably and started panting like a dog on a hot summer day. I could think of nothing except what was happening between my legs. Oh God, I had been reduced to the insistent pulsating between my legs. Nothing else mattered, but for the man who stood behind me to satisfy the gnawing ache inside me.
I felt his hand, rough and impatient, push aside the soaking material, and his long fingers plunge into me with a squelching sound. The foreign sensation, the wet sound, and the bestial nature of his action, shocked me and made me freeze.
His fingers stilled without warning inside me.
It was as if we were both suspended in time. Neither moved. The atmosphere changed, chilled, congealed. Slowly, I turned my head and looked up at him. He was staring at me in disbelief. He shook his head as if in denial. My mind was blank. There was not one thing I could think of to say that would make the situation better, less embarrassing for me.
He retracted his fingers hastily, as if he just realized that he had in fact, thrust his hand into a viper’s nest.
With his hands at his side he continued staring at me, his face shocked.
‘What?’ I asked, my voice horribly squeaky.
‘You’ve never been with a man, have you?’ he accused.
Chapter 22
Tawny Maxwell
I swallowed. I really thought I could wing it and he wouldn’t know, but it was not to be.
‘No,’ I whispered.
‘What?’ he bit out incredulously.
‘It’s true. I never have,’ I admitted.
‘How can that be?’
‘That’s how it is,’ I said in frustration.
He continued to stare at me. Neither of us moved, then he took a long step back.
‘Right,’ he said, and for the first time since I knew him he sounded like the upper-crust Englishman that he was. ‘I have to go somewhere for a bit. Can you give me a few minutes? I need to do something. It’s … rather important.’
I stared at him wordlessly. It was the weirdest thing ever. There I was with my ass swinging in the air and he needed a few minutes to do something.
‘OK,’ I said. What else was I going to say?
‘Good.’ He nodded and, as if talking more to himself than me, said, ‘Good. Don’t move. I’ll be back. Wait for me.’
I nodded, wondering if I was trapped inside a really bad slapstick comedy.
He strode out of the room and I heard him cross the living room and go into his bedroom. I stayed where I was for a few more seconds because I was in such a state of shock, then I vaulted off the bed. For a while I stood in the middle of the room not sure what I should do. What a disaster. Still, he did say he was coming back. Maybe he had to consult a How to Have Sex With A Virgin manual or something.
I went back to the bed and sat on it. I shouldn’t wait indefinitely. That would be weak and spineless. I should give him a time limit. Five minutes. If he did not make it back in five minutes the deal was off. I sat staring at the bedside alarm clock.
Four minutes left, buster.
Then I heard his bedroom door fling open and his footsteps quickly cross the living room.
I jumped and immediately turned to face the doorway.
He stood framed in it. With the light behind him he was large and forbidding. An overlord come to claim his prize.
Lord Greystoke
The light shone on her beautiful golden hair making her glow softly like an angel from a Rembrandt painting. The whole night stretched out before me and there were so many things I wanted to do to her, but all I wanted to do at that moment was simply look at her a little bit longer, so I’d capture her in my mind, so I’d never forget how faultless a moment can be.
I watched her hug herself nervously, open that plump mouth that I had jerked off to for two fucking years, and let stumble out nonsensical, meaningless, trite words into my perfect moment.
‘Let me explain. Robert and I—,’ she began.
Instantly, I crossed the space between us and placed my fingers across those crazy-sexy lips of hers. They felt soft and full.
‘I don’t want to know. At least not right now,’ I said.
You see, my obscenely sexy little angel, you just gave me the piece of the puzzle that was missing. The thing I could never figure out. The big secret. BTW the plot twist was brilliant. I never would have guessed.
She stared mutely up at me, her eyes shining like blue stars, and the heat of a blush burning her cheeks. God, she was so fucking beautiful. My cock hardened and strained.
‘OK?’ I asked.
She nodded slowly.
I removed my hand and smiled.
The answering smile that trembled on her lips was so decadent and so utterly delicious that I wanted to fucking cage her. I could feel the muscle ticking furiously in my jaw.
‘Now where was I?’ I said.
She looked down at the floor, looked up again, tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and said, ‘You were about to spread it like peanut butter jelly.’
I smiled. That was the thing about her. She was supposed to be trailer trash, but she had more class in her little finger than some of the so-called royals I’ve met. I felt something inside me swell and grow. Our eyes locked.
‘Yes, well, I might have been in a bit of a hurry before. This time I’m going to take my time and savor you. Then I’m going to spend the whole night doing things to your body that you never even thought were possible.’
She licked her lips nervously, her breath washing over my cheek, warm and soft. Thoughts flitted across her face like clouds. She inched towards me and I touched her waist.
‘So you … uh … don’t mind popping my cherry?’
‘Tawny honey, it’ll be a fucking honor to pop your cherry.’
Tawny Maxwell
His eyes held mine almost … lovingly. They were so different from the wild man who had pinned me down on the bed and roughly shoved his fingers into me that I could only stare back, bemused.
He laid a hand gently on my cheek and tenderly brushed his fingers down my neck. It made my stomach clench. As if he knew the effect he had on me, he smiled, brushed my hair back from my forehead, and kissed the hollow of my throat.
‘Oh,’ I breathed, my throat suddenly dry.
God, I wanted so much to please him. I wanted to be wanton and passionate. The possibility that I might disappoint such a sexual connoisseur as him clung to me like bad debt. I wanted to be like the women who frequented The Dirty Aristocrat. Utterly unashamed of my sexuality
. His hands moved down and massaged the sides of my breasts while his teeth gently nibbled on my lower lip.
Without warning his tongue thrust into my mouth and withdrew again. Then back in again. My toes curled. Lord have mercy, the man was fucking my mouth with his tongue! It was dirty and it was wonderful. Like a little rehearsal. I knew that he knew that, that was what I was craving for between my legs. The harder and faster his tongue thrust in and out of my mouth the more my sex clenched, as if he was already inside me. He was so masterful at tantalizing my body, my bones were starting to feel like wax in the midday sun.
He knelt before me and let his hand slip up my thighs.
I bit my lip and tried not to tremble. He lifted the baby doll and looked at the way the wet silk clung to my shape highlighting every curve and groove. I felt myself blush. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and, with aching slowness, pulled them down my skin while he stared unblinking at my exposed sex.
‘Do you know that your clit is so swollen it is poking outside your pussy lips?’ he asked softly.
I licked my lips and shook my head.
‘Step out of your panties,’ he ordered.
I rushed to obey and he picked them up. Fixing his amazing silvery eyes on me, he dragged his tongue across the crotch panel and licked the sticky fluid there.
‘Oh,’ I whispered, my head swooning.
Lord Greystoke
I licked the wetness along the virgin’s inner thighs and instinctively her legs moved apart in invitation. I separated her swollen lips and brought my nose close to it, inhaling her state of arousal. Why, she smelt exactly as I always knew she would. Ripe. Juicy. Ready to be consumed.
I nuzzled the soft golden curls of her adorable pussy. The sweet sensation blew my mind after years of fantasizing. I kissed her on her steaming core and, while she watched with dazed eyes, I let my tongue make contact with the cream of her desire. Fucking heaven. I drank her in. She moaned helplessly. It occurred to me on some vague level that I was never going to get enough of this woman.
I looked up at her. ‘I like the taste of your wet cunt,’ I whispered.
She gasped with a mixture of shock and excitement.
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