by Opal Carew
I moaned and he pushed an inch deeper. “Have you ever had two men, Julia?”
“No.”
“Would you like it? Two cocks to penetrate you and to pleasure?”
I pictured it and shivered.
“More than two? A whole roomful of cock to satisfy?”
I closed my eyes but it was already too late. He’d seen the shiver I couldn’t conceal. He was the most observant man I’d ever met. Within a second, he’d pulled out and flipped me onto my back.
His icy blue eyes glinted as he looked down at me. “How many cocks would you like?”
I stared at his perfection, my legs spread wide, my cunt a wet aching needy mess.
“How many, Julia?” He arched an eyebrow, one hand soothing and touching his shaft as if considering what to do with it next.
I licked my lips. “Too many for me to control.”
“To push you beyond your boundaries, to make you sore and want them to stop, but you can’t, can you? You have to take everything that is given to you. God, I’d pay to see that. You crawling from man to man being taken, being…used.”
He planted one hand beside me on the bed and pushed his cock inside me setting up a fast rhythm that had me coming almost constantly. He held himself deep and smiled at me through his harsh breathing. “And after you’d satisfied all those men, do you know what I’ll make you do? Crawl over to me and do it all again.”
This time my climax was so powerful I groaned as he started to move on me, extending the pleasure and making me grab his shoulders and hang on. Eventually he climaxed, too, and slowly pulled out of me.
I pointed weakly at the door. “Bathroom’s down the hall.”
“Thank you, but we haven’t finished yet.”
“But—”
“I’m not done and neither are you. I like the way you look and you smell covered in my come.”
“That’s so un-American.”
“I don’t give a fuck. I’d like you wet from me all the time.” He slid his fingers through the cream between my thighs. “Dripping and ready to fuck again.” He eased one finger further back. “I want your arse now.”
I waved a weak hand at my bedside table. “Condoms and lube in the drawer.”
As he sheathed his cock in the condom and added extra lube, I just lay there like a fool watching him. He really was like a force of nature, a smothering battering storm that wouldn’t let up. And God, I liked it, I never wanted him to stop.
“Sit up.” I did as he requested, my body already quivering with anticipation. “Oh good, you have a mirror.” He angled me toward it, setting me astride his lap, my legs spread wide over his giving both of us the perfect view of my wet swollen cunt.
I watched in fascination as he settled one hand on my breast and the other between my legs, his fingers teasing and playing with my plump pussy lips until I was lifting my hips into each stroke.
“I can’t wait to show you off like this,” he murmured against my neck. “Let all the men see what they’re going to get from you.”
He eased his hand further back to rim the tight hole of my ass, easing one lubed finger inside as I rocked against his palm. Soon he added a second finger and then a third as he played with my clit and pinched my nipples.
Wrapping one hand around my waist, he lifted me up until the tip of his lubed cock pressed for entrance against my ass.
“Look in the mirror, Julia, watch me take you. Imagine me watching you with someone else. Do you think I’ll get hard? Do you think I’ll be waiting for my turn when you think you’ve taken enough cock to satisfy you?”
I nodded, my throat tight as I watched his sheathed cock disappear inside me.
“I’d…like you to make me take you.”
He purred against my neck and thumbed my clit as his cock filled me completely. “Even if you were sore and fucked out?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He reached behind him and produced my vibrator, which he’d obviously spotted in my bedside drawer. “I’m going to fuck you with this, too, so get ready to scream.”
Chapter Four
“Dr. Reed?”
“What’s up?”
I jumped up from the table where I’d been daydreaming and faced the door where one of the hospital admins stood.
“There’s a message for you at the front desk.”
“Thanks, I’ll come and get it.”
I took my time straightening up. It had been almost five days since I’d last seen Alex, and the stiffness and soreness I’d experienced after so much sex had finally disappeared. I walked through the hallways to the desk and found a big bunch of roses in a vase almost obscuring the greeter’s face.
“You obviously have an admirer, Dr. Reed.”
She gave me a tight-lipped smile as if she couldn’t imagine such a scenario for me, aka the terror of Silversmith ER.
“You might say that,” I smiled as I inhaled the heavenly scent of the roses and read the instructions in the accompanying card.
Clothes will be delivered to your apartment at six. A limo will collect you at seven-thirty. I will meet you at your destination, Alex.
I picked up the hefty vase and lugged it back into the ER, setting it out on the desk for everyone to enjoy, but kept the card to myself. I’d known Alex for only a couple of weeks. Was I a fool to trust him now? All I had to do was say no. I already knew that he’d simply walk away without a single regret. But would I regret the opportunity to share my deepest, darkest fantasies with him? He was the only man I’d ever met who seemed to understand me without considering me either a weirdo or a whore.
I tucked the card in my pocket. Remembering that he’d respect a no made me feel better. Even if Holly weren’t around, I’d make sure some of my friends knew I was going out and asked them to check in on me the next day. I’d make sure Alex knew that, too.
My shift was due to end in less than an hour. Just as I turned toward the doors, they flew open revealing two gurneys and a team of paramedics barking orders at the staff. I ran toward the first patient and listened as the paramedic detailed what had happened and what had already been done to stabilize the teenager and his unfortunate girlfriend.
Time stopped as I worked to reset bones, check for head injuries and listened to the CHIP’s officer who’d seen the teen’s speeding car slide off the road and hit a power line.
When I finally looked up again, it was long past the end of my shift and ten minutes after six. With a groan, I washed off as much blood as I could manage and after briefing my replacement, ran out the ER and made it home in about fifteen minutes.
A large box leaned up against the door of my apartment. I picked it up and took it in with me, my hands shaking as I realized I hadn’t eaten for hours. I fumbled for my phone and sent Alex a text.
Delayed by emergency at work, will aim to be ready for 7:30, will let you know if there is a problem. Julia
Within a second he had texted me back.
Thanks for the information. Let me know if you wish to cancel, A.
Leaving my cell on the kitchen counter I went into my bathroom and took a long shower, washing away the day and some of my tiredness. When I emerged, wrapped in a towel, I considered all the things I needed to do to make myself look beautiful and realized I didn’t have time to do half of them. I’d have to go with the basics—good makeup, big hair, great cleavage and pray that he didn’t notice the rest.
My gaze came to rest on the box I’d put on the table. Alex had said something about providing clothes, which made my life a lot easier. Grabbing the kitchen scissors, I opened the box to find another fancier one within, tied up with dark red ribbon. I undid the bow and took off the lid to reveal a swathe of tissue paper and several folded garments.
The first item was a black dress with an A-line skirt, a V-neck and white buttons all down the front. It looked remarkably uninspiring to me—almost like a uniform, but I’d agreed to wear what Alex suggested and if he liked this look, well, then I’d wear it
.
I hung the dress on the back of the bathroom door letting the steam work some instant magic. There was a set of lingerie in the box, too, a black lace bra, tiny thong panties and a black garter. I was glad he hadn’t gone for stockings and a garter belt, which would’ve been way too hot for the current California weather.
I ate two energy bars and drank a huge glass of milk and then wiggled into the lingerie and the dress. I almost never wore dresses. To my surprise, when I checked the mirror, I looked both expensive and flirty. The skirt was at the knee, which was shorter than I normally liked, but it had a little flare to it that made my waist and my ass look curvaceous.
Shoes… I checked in the box but there weren’t any in there. Thanking the lord he hadn’t picked out something impossibly high for me to wear, I went into the back of my closet and found my favorite pair of three-inch sling backs with pointed toes and prayed that my feet would last the night. The only things left to do were curling my hair and putting on my war paint. I wasn’t a big fan of makeup, but after my long day I definitely needed some help.
As I applied a last coat of deep pink lipstick, I heard a knock at the door. Grabbing my purse and my wrap, I opened the door to a uniformed chauffeur who inclined his head a respectful inch.
“Dr. Reed? I’m Benjamin. Mr Alex’s driver.”
“Good to meet you.” I smiled at the older man. “I’m ready to leave whenever you are.”
“Mr. Alex said you might need more time and that I was to tell you there was no need to rush.”
“I was slightly delayed getting home, but I’ve caught up.” I checked I had my keys and cell and closed the door behind me. “We can go right now.”
“As you wish, Dr. Reed.”
I followed Ben down to the gleaming black limo that was currently blocking all the exits to the parking lot in front of my apartment. He held the door open for me and I settled into the luxurious leather interior and sighed deeply. Inside the car, it was completely silent apart from the hum of electricity and the sigh of the air conditioner.
Ben’s voice came over the intercom. “There is wine, water and champagne in the bar, Dr. Reed, if you wish to enjoy a beverage.”
“Thanks, Ben.”
I located the door of the mini refrigerator and looked inside it just because I could. I took out a bottle of chilled water and set it beside me before relaxing once more into the butter soft leather of the seats. Despite my anticipation, my eyes started to close and the next thing I knew, the car was slowing and it was completely dark outside.
I blinked and tried to stop myself rubbing my eyes and scaring away all my carefully applied make up.
“We have arrived, Dr. Reed.”
“Where are we exactly?”
“On the Nevada side of Lake Tahoe.”
I blinked at that. I must have slept longer than I’d realized. He came round to open the door for me, and I stepped out into the warm fuzzy air. In front of me were steps leading up to a glass lobby that contained nothing except a bank of elevators and a receptionist sitting at a desk.
The doors opened with a swish ushering me into the stark surroundings. The man at the desk stood up and smiled.
“Dr. Reed? I was told to expect you. Take the first elevator to the top floor and Mr. Alex Logan will meet you there.”
“Thanks.” As I walked toward the elevator he indicated, I noticed another hallway that led through to the bright flashing lights of a casino floor. Not an unusual sight in Nevada, but not quite what I’d expected to find in this particular building. I’d assumed I was in an apartment complex or a set of private suites.
The elevator bore me upward and then the doors opened to reveal Alex leaning against the marbled wall opposite, one elegant hand in his pocket. He wore a suit that was so dark blue it was almost black, a white shirt and a patterned silver tie.
“Julia.”
“Alex.”
He came away from the wall with his usual grace and took my hand.
“Was everything all right at the hospital?”
“I had to stay and help out with casualties from a car wreck, but it worked out fine in the end. Both kids survived.”
He searched my face and then nodded. “Then shall we proceed? Have you eaten dinner?”
“Not really.” I allowed him to put his hand in the small of my back and lead me toward what appeared to be a bar.
“Then we’ll eat first. There is a restaurant in the back corner”
“What exactly is this place?”
“It’s a private club.” He glanced down at me and smiled. “Don’t worry. Everyone here is vetted and approved both financially and medically by the owners and they are very selective. Membership here is very much coveted and rarely extended.”
“How do you know so much about it?”
He shrugged, the motion flawless in his black suit. “Because my family owns the club.”
“This is part of the entertainment business you said your family were into?”
He pulled out a chair for me at one of the restaurant tables and waited until I sat down. “This is mainly my older brother Kyle’s baby. My interests lean toward other avenues of entertainment.”
“Like the casino downstairs?”
“Oh no, that would be my younger brother’s domain.” He looked up as a waiter appeared. “Manolo, how are you tonight?”
“I’m doing good, sir. Now what can I get you to eat?”
I ate something, I must have done, and I definitely drank at least one glass of red wine, but the details were blurred because Alex… Alex had his hands on me. Just subtle touches that made me aware of his strength and his possessive instincts and therefore of his restraint. It was like dealing with a sleek lap cat with a tiger inside, claws temporarily sheathed. My tiredness disappeared as he gradually increased my awareness and my need for him.
“Are you ready to come and sit in the bar?”
His voice was caressing and carried an undercurrent of command that made me want to squeeze my thighs together. I stood up so abruptly I almost knocked my empty glass over.
He took my hand and guided me out of the restaurant. I hadn’t seen any sign of a check, which indicated that Alex was indeed well known at the club. The view of the lake and surrounding town beyond the floor to ceiling glass windows was quite breathtaking. Alex beckoned to one of the waiters.
“I’ll have a brandy and the lady will have…?” He looked inquiringly at me.
“Nothing, thank you.”
He reclaimed my hand and drew me toward a pair of chairs that faced back toward the bar. There weren’t many people present yet, just us, two men and another woman who all appeared to be waiting for others to join them
“You don’t have to do this tonight, you know,” Alex murmured. “You’ve obviously had a trying day.”
I sat down and smiled up at him. “Which is exactly why this is the perfect way to end my evening. I can forget about work and simply concentrate on being myself.”
“As your purest most passionate self?”
“Well, I’m not sure about pure. I’d rather think of myself as an amoral sexual being who doesn’t care what anyone thinks about her at all.”
He took the seat next to me and patted his knee. “Then sit on my lap and face the bar.”
After a deep breath, I did as he suggested and sat on his muscled thighs. My flared skirt spread out nicely as he wrapped one arm around my hips anchoring my ass against the already hard rod of his cock and pushing my knees wide with his own. He did nothing else for a long moment as I accustomed myself to the unusual sensation of spreading my legs in a public setting.
“Undo the top two buttons of your dress.”
I raised my hands and did as he asked, aware that my cleavage in the nice black push-up bra was now on display.
“How do you feel?” Alex asked.
“Wicked.”
He chuckled against the back of my neck and suddenly bit down on the exposed skin of my throat, making a b
olt of pure lust shoot down to my sex. “We’ve hardly started.”
His free hand undid two more buttons meaning my dress was now open to the waist. He gently pushed the soft fabric aside and slid his fingers over my left breast cupping it and then pinching my nipple hard. I tried to roll my hips but he held me too tightly against him.
“Do you see the man at the end of the bar?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“He’s watching us. Or I should say he’s watching you. Shall we give him more? Maybe he’ll want to come closer and see exactly what I’m doing to arouse you.”
“Yes.”
“Pull back your skirt, Julia so that I can see those nice knickers I bought for you.”
I took hold of the hem and hesitated for one second, aware of how white my fingers looked against the black silk of the fabric.
I gasped as Alex pinched my nipple. “Do it, Julia. We both know you want to.”
I drew the skirt back and with a satisfied sound, Alex fitted his palm over my already wet and wanting sex. His long middle finger pressed against my clit and made circles on the damp satin.
“You’re wet. You like this don’t you? Being on display, your legs spread wide, tits out, and me rubbing your pussy.”
His deliberate crudeness made me shudder but not from disgust. I loved every dirty word. I delighted in every rough pinch and rub over my exposed and wanting sex. I arched my back, pressing my ass against his stiff cock and then rolled my hips forward to beg him to rub me harder. Of course he obliged, the thin barrier of my panties soon wet and harsh against the neediness of my desire.
“He’s coming closer, Julia.”
I looked up to see that Alex was correct. The man who’d been watching from the bar was advancing toward us, his gaze fixed on my crotch.
“Let’s give him more, shall we?”
He unbuttoned my dress completely leaving me almost naked apart from my bra, panties and garter belt. He shoved his hand inside my panties, through the slick warm welcome of my desire, and I moaned and bit my lip.
“Look at him while I finger fuck you, Julia. Let him see how much you love this.”