Uncensored Passion (Men of Passion)

by Bobbi Cole Meyer

  “My heavens, you’re impressive.” she chuckled.

  “God! You know what you’re doing to me? But I’m not sure what I’m doing to you,” he said as he kissed her again, hungrily and imploringly.

  Trey could feel her trembling, with what he hoped was desire as they parted.

  “You could write a very revealing story about me if I gave in to what I really wanted to do right now. You don’t write exposés, do you, Devon?”

  “Story be damned! This is a private time, between the two of us and nobody else,” he assured her.

  “So what happens from here on is off the record?”

  “Absolutely.”

  Without speaking, she led him toward the bed. She began undressing him, slowly, seductively, her eyes holding his as she tossed his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it from his trousers.

  Trey watched her watch him, awestruck by her intense expression. He could almost feel the heat emanating from her, and everywhere she touched his skin, he felt branded.

  “You’re so gorgeous, Kayla.”

  “And you’re probably the most handsome man I have ever seen. I can’t wait to see the perfect body that goes with that perfect face,” she said as she unbuckled his belt and slid it through the loops, and then tossed it to the floor. Then she unzipped his trousers and pushed them down. Her fingers hooked the elastic of his boxers and pushed them down, releasing his swollen, fully extended shaft.

  “Turnabout is fair play,” he said as he began undressing her.

  When they were both naked, Trey looked her up and down, shaking his head in disbelief. “Damn woman, speaking of perfect!”

  He ran his hands down her body, his fingers coming back to tweak her taut nipples before lowering his mouth to taste the hardened buds. Unaware he was moaning a soft ummm, he lifted his seeking mouth to ravenously claim hers as he backed them both onto the bed and pushed her down.

  Rolling to her side, he studied her face, delighting in the open look of raw desire he saw reflected in those green eyes.

  She surprised him when she said, “Let me make love to you, Devon. Have you ever had a woman be the aggressor? “

  Trey successfully pushed down the bitter memories her question brought to mind. He simply shook his head. No way was he going there.

  “Well, let me. I want to make this my fantasy night come true, with my fantasy stranger.”

  “Night? Are you saying you’ll stay the night?”

  “Yes.”

  “What say we make love to each other?”

  “Me first. You just lie there and let me please you.”

  Her tongue began a warm, licking exploration of his body, beginning with his closed eyes as she commanded, “Lie still. Close your eyes. I want what I do to be a surprise. I want this to be a night, Devon Walker, you won’t ever forget. You know that old saying about ships passing in the night? Well that’s us. And I don’t want you to ever forget me as you sail on by.”

  “Hell, who could ever forget you?”

  He did as she said, feeling the flicking warmth of her tongue first on his closed eyelids, then lightly across his lips before moving down to slide along his neck, to flick into his ear, which sent shivers down his spine, before she moved down to his chest.

  She suckled his aureoles the way he had hers, only harder, almost painfully, nipping each, soliciting his surprised grunts. Trey felt each electrifying bite skitter downward and lodge in his groin.

  He lifted his hips involuntarily as her tongue delved into his navel and then slid down lower, warmly and wetly sliding along his cock, all around it, flicking and teasing the tip.

  “Damn Kayla. I don’t want to….”

  “Don’t say you don’t want to cum, Devon. I want you to. More than once. I want to see how many times I can make you cum. Remember this is my fantasy, so relax and give in to it.”

  She fondled his balls as she took him fully in her mouth and sucked him, furiously, demanding his shuddering release, which he finally could not hold back.

  Breathing hard, emitting guttural satisfaction, Trey was disgusted with himself for ejaculating so soon.

  “I’m sorry, Kayla.”

  “Don’t be. I wanted that. Now relax and let me make you hard again. Like I said, I want this to be a night you won’t ever forget.”

  “It already is,” Trey admitted with an exhaled breath.

  She went to the bathroom and returned with a warm cloth. Kissing his stomach and thighs, she began bathing him, lifting his flaccid cock to reach his balls, caressing each, licking and lightly nipping each, invoking the shivery response she wanted.

  She leaned over him, moving her breasts close enough for him to suckle for just a moment before moving back.

  Once again she began that hot exploration with her mouth, kissing his side, his hips, then his legs, her wet tongue teasing all the way down to his feet. She even took one of his toes in her mouth and sucked it while he muttered expletives he was unaware of as waves of titillating pleasure washed over him.

  “You’re the one who’s perfect, Devon Walker,” she whispered as she reached to fondle his rapidly reawakening shaft.

  When he would have rolled on top of her, wanting to claim her body this time, to plunge deep into her core, she shook her head. “No. Not yet. It’s still my play time.”

  Having said that, she began doing things to him that Devon had never imagined a woman doing, her fingers and mouth probing, finding sensitive areas he hadn’t known existed, and moving him toward a nerve-tingling ecstasy yet again. He couldn’t lie still. He writhed beneath her expertise until he shuddered in yet another release, crying out, “Son-of-a-bitch!”

  Kayla laughed softly, seductively as she asked, “I take it you liked that. This is just the start, Devon.”

  He wanted to ask where she had learned to do all those erotic things, but he suddenly didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to think of her with other men.

  “Turn over,” she demanded.

  Like an automaton, Devon mutely complied.

  Kayla frowned when she saw the marks on his back. The scarring was a sign of obvious abuse. Later she decided she would find out about that. Now she straddled him, pretending she hadn’t seen. She leaned to kiss his shoulders, and then said, “Raise your arms.”

  He did.

  She ran her hands down each arm, her grating fingertips causing goose bumps before they slid into his armpits to scratch in the patch of hair, to pull in a mild torturous way as she kissed and nibbled his neck.

  “Your name should have been David,” she breathed as she nipped his earlobe. “Because you are Michelangelo perfection, Devon. Damn, what a body you have!”

  He felt her heated, wet clit grind into the small of his back as she rose back up then pressed down against him, riding him, pleasuring herself with soft moans, placing yet another image within his mind that grew hotter until he began to grow hard again.

  She rolled off him and he turned over, pulling her down on him, claiming her mouth in a hard, possessive kiss, his hands tangling in her hair.

  “God, I’ve got to get inside you, Kayla!” He said as her lips left his.

  “Patience, my virile stud,” she admonished. “We have all night.”

  “But I want to satisfy you now.”

  “You have satisfied me, more than you know. I love seeing you cum, watching that magnificent cock of yours swell, then release. It’s the best foreplay ever. Now, answer me this. Have you ever fucked breasts?”

  Damn. She calls this foreplay! She’s killing me. But what a way to go. “No.”

  “Well, let me show you how.”

  She slid down until her full breasts were even with his revitalizing cock. Capturing it between them, pressing them against and around him with her hands, she started to move back and forth in a simulated sexual melding, slowly at first, then faster as she knew his excitement was increasing.

  Trey grabbed her hair involuntarily, needing something to hold onto as she brought him
to yet another almost painful, shuddering climax.

  His breath was escaping in raspy gusts as she rolled away and went into the bathroom to clean up.

  Trey had never felt so drained yet so stimulated in his life. It was as though every nerve ending in his body had been stoked to a fiery, fractious raw edge that left him weak and trembling. He could feel his heart pounding, hear the roaring thump in his ears, and wondered if a thirty-seven-year-old man could be fucked into a heart attack.

  When she returned from the bathroom, again with a warm cloth, she smiled at him.

  “Kayla, damn, woman, you’re something.”

  Without speaking, once again she began to bathe him, slowly, seductively as she repeated, “I want to embed this night in your memory, Devon. I want you to remember me.”

  “That’s a given.”

  Dropping the cloth on the floor, she laid her head against his damp groin.

  “I’ll just rest here until you’re ready to cum again.”

  “Kayla, I don't know if I can. Three times is probably my limit.”

  “Oh, I doubt that. But we’ll see. We have the night.”

  Sliding her hand beneath his cock she played with his balls as she snuggled against him. “I can wait. I love touching your body, Devon.”

  “I love you touching my body.”

  “Rest. Maybe in a little while we can order that dessert we didn’t have with our lunch. Something with lots of chocolate. I can’t wait to lick chocolate off you.”

  Man, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. “Don’t you want to come up here and let me hold you?”

  “No. I want to stay close to this,” she said, grasping his flaccid cock. “Even momentarily depleted, it’s a lot to hold. And soon you’ll be leaving, going back to San Antonio, and all I’ll have are the memories we make tonight.”

  Trey almost said he wasn’t going back to San Antonio, that he wouldn’t have a job there anymore anyway. But then he would have to explain, and he couldn’t. That thought brought a flood of desperation washing over him. He could just imagine how Kayla would look at him when she knew the truth. He briefly entertained the thought of telling her now, just coming clean and asking for forgiveness. But he couldn’t bear to shatter this sensual spell, so the words wouldn’t come.

  “You’re so quiet, Devon. What are you thinking?” she asked, breaking into his self-condemning reverie.

  “I—ah—was just thinking that I don’t want to go back to San Antonio.”

  “But your work, your life is there.”

  “This thing between us, Kayla. It’s special. I feel it and I believe you do, too. Please remember that, no matter what happens later.”

  “I know. I will. But maybe later will be even better than now. You want to hear my first impression of you, Devon?”

  “Sure.”

  “It was that you weren’t only gorgeous to look at, what I would call man candy of the highest degree, but you were so honest—afraid you were bungling the interview. That really got to me. I found that genuine sincerity impossible to resist.”

  Honest? Sincere? God, she’ll hate my guts when she finds out I’ve been lying through my teeth.

  Unable to think of anything to say that got beyond his raging guilt, Devon reached for her, drawing her up for a long, lingering kiss.

  When they parted, she asked, “What say we order that dessert now?”

  “Good idea.”

  Trey phoned room service and ordered what she told him she wanted, a double fudge chocolate delight with extra whipped cream. And while they waited, he donned his own bathrobe and retrieved the Sheridan complimentary robe from the bathroom, handing it to Kayla. Just knowing she was naked under the robe made his blood heat with lust.

  By the time their dessert arrived, the sexual tension between them escalated to a fever pitch. Trey felt as though he could actually see a charged electric current passing between them as the anticipation grew.

  As soon as the door had closed behind the waiter, Kayla unbelted Trey’s robe and pushed it off then discarded her own.

  “You want to take a shower first?” he asked her.

  “No. Trust me, we’ll need that shower later.”

  She led him back to the bed, pushed him down, and positioned the plate of chocolate dessert on the nightstand. Then she went to the bathroom, got a large towel, and placed it beneath his buttocks.

  “This will probably get messy. Hope you don’t mind.”

  “I’d be a fool to mind whatever you want to do. I’ve been a lot of things in my life, Kayla, but a fool wasn’t one of them.”

  Laughing, she scooped some of the chocolate and whipped cream up and again surprised him when she slathered it on his groin. She began licking it off, making moaning sounds of pleasure as she filled her mouth with both the dessert and him, doing tongue-teasing things to his shaft that had him arching off the bed more than once.

  Trey could feel the rush of adrenaline as the blood began pumping life back into his cock. When Kayla’s demanding mouth brought him erect and hard again, he rolled on top of her, determined to be the aggressor this time. He parted her legs with a demanding knee and with one hard thrust, drove deep into her wet core.

  She wrapped her legs around him, lifting to receive every impressive inch as he moved in, almost out, then back in slowly, wanting to tantalize her as she had him. He watched her face in hot absorption…her eyes closed…her mouth open slightly…her tongue flicking out to wet her lips... Trey had never seen a woman who enjoyed raw sex more.

  When he could see he had brought her to the brink, when he felt her nails clawing at him, when she was begging him for a release, he increased the rhythm to a pounding crescendo, gripping her hips and tilting them to increase the friction on her sweet spot as he took them both over the edge simultaneously.

  Trey fell to her side, breathing hard, feeling sticky with chocolate and whipped cream, and totally amazed at his fourth, mind-numbing climax. Now, without a doubt, he was completely drained and exhausted.

  It crossed his mind that maybe Kayla was as far from being a lesbian as a woman could be—that maybe she was a nymphomaniac. Then again, he thought nymphos couldn’t be satisfied, and he knew that he definitely had satisfied her. No, but for certain she was definitely a strong-willed, independent thinker. Just the kind of woman he had always wanted. A challenge, yet feminine in every way.

  Whatever the hell she is, I’ll take her.

  He wanted to take her forever. He had never felt this way about a woman before. The thought of leaving her, of never making love to her again, sobered him.

  We really do have something special. We’re phenomenal together. It’s as if we’ve known each other forever instead of only hours, and it’s all based on a lie. One she won’t forgive.

  Kayla broke into his silent recrimination with her suggestion, “Let’s take that shower now. Although you look awfully tempting dressed in your chocolate,” she teased, laughing and shaking her head as she surveyed their dessert-covered bodies.

  Trey slid off the bed and saw the mess they’d made of the sheet, even with the towel there. “The maid is going to hate me.”

  “She’ll be envious,” Kayla said with a laugh as she grabbed his hand and led the way to the shower.

  After they had lathered each other and washed away the soap and chocolate and dried each other off, they fell back onto the clean side of the king-sized bed. It was then that it dawned on Trey that he had not used a condom.

  What the hell was I thinking?

  But of course, he hadn’t been thinking at all. Couldn’t think with all the things Kayla was doing to him.

  He wanted to ask her if she was protected. Surely she was. He knew asking now would sound hypocritical and maybe even callous, as though he was rethinking what they had experienced together, thinking perhaps that she was trying to trap him, so he kept silent as she snuggled against him, yawning.

  He kissed the top of her head. “Sleepy, beautiful lady?”

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nbsp; “I am. Guess I kind of wore myself out.”

  Trey chuckled. “I’ll say! You sure as hell wore me out. Let’s just take a nap.”

  “Sounds like a plan. I confess I didn’t sleep well last night, thinking about our meeting today.”

  “Really? Neither did I.”

  Trey glanced at the bedside clock radio. It was only 5:20 p.m., yet the room lay in deep shadows, since the curtains were closed. He inhaled a deep, contented breath, his fingers smoothing along her arms as she once again snuggled against him. He had never felt so at peace, so sexually satiated, and yet so internally at war with himself.

  He listened as her breathing evened out, indicating she had drifted off to sleep. But Trey lay awake dealing with his guilt and wondering how he could right the wrong.

  How can I justify this to Kayla so she’ll understand and forgive me?

  He didn’t think he could, and that knowledge sat like a rock in his stomach. No matter what I discover about Kayla, I will never report that back to Dr. Romero and Gavin Johnson. There is no way I will let them destroy her.

  Trey knew he was out of a job. He was also, he admitted silently, as he looked at Kayla curled contentedly next to him, out of his mind over this sexy, mysterious woman who had taken him to sensual heights he never knew existed.

  CHAPTER 16

  Unexpected revelations—Earlier Saturday, 3:10 p.m.

  Luke answered the house phone. They had all been lounging in the library when the call came. Usually Luke worked half a day on Saturday, but he had the day off this Saturday, and was toying with some lyrics. Lee and Harm were catching up on some paperwork. All of them had been pretending to be interested in what they were doing while they were, in actuality, silently of one mind.

  Where was Kayla? What was she doing? Why had she mysteriously opted to forgo their shared Saturday time with no more explanation than she had an important meeting to attend, something she couldn’t put off?

  It wasn’t like her. It had them all wondering and worrying.

  “Saradon residence,” Luke said.

  “Luke, it’s Kayla. How is everything going?”

  “Fine, hon. Where are you? When are you coming home?”