Twice he licked the crumbs from her lips, and she whimpered, wanting desperately for him to deepen the kiss. With his finger, he smeared lobster butter around her nipple. She gasped and pressed forward. Very slowly, his tongue licked away the butter, sending blood pounding through her ears. She was desperate to touch him, and her hands fought against her soft bindings. All too soon, he rose up and placed a bite of butter-laden lobster on her tongue.
It tasted incredible, and she sighed, her eyes closing as she chewed. “God, that is incredible.”
“Now it’s time for dessert,” Steve whispered against her lips, and her heart fairly jumped from her chest in anticipation. She wanted him for dessert—every long, thick inch of him.
Chapter 10
Steve sat in the chair and turned to face her. With a smile, he dipped his fingers into the cream pie and then spread the chocolate-flavored cream over the length of his hard cock.
“You want dessert, baby? Lick it off.”
Kayla smiled and leaned forward. Slowly, she trailed her tongue up his length, smiling to herself when she heard his intake of breath. Determined to take her time, she licked every last drop of cream from his shaft. The salty taste of his precum mixed with the chocolate taste of the fluffy confection, creating something that was strictly Steve.
Moving to take his cock deep in her throat, her cheek muscles strained to accommodate his thickness. She moaned around his girth, determined to take him deeper, to feel him fucking her mouth.
He gripped the hair at the back of her head, tugging. “That’s enough, Kay,” he choked out.
The muscles of his thighs jumped, and she knew he fought against his release.
She pouted. “I want more.”
Steve sighed, the corner of his mouth lifting in a grin. “I don’t think I can take more. Maybe in a minute. It’s my turn now.”
Standing, he helped her to her feet and led her to the bed. Watching her closely, he undid the handcuffs and laid her out on the mattress, attaching one cuff to the headboard over her head.
Kayla gasped, the idea of being tied to the bed making her heart pound fiercely.
“What’s your middle name, Kayla?” he asked as he secured the other hand close to the first one with another restraint he’d pulled from the nightstand.
Her breasts jutted out, standing firm for his perusal. His eyes smoldered as they took in her form, and her nipples beaded painfully in need. She watched as his eyes darkened further in hunger. She was helpless against him, and the very thought just made her hotter.
“What’s your middle name, Kayla?” he asked again.
“It’s Marie,” she answered.
“If I do anything that bothers you or hurts you, say Marie and I’ll stop. Understand?”
“Yes.” She nodded frantically.
She just wanted him to get on with it. Every spot on her flesh burned, every muscle clenched in anticipation. His palm slid up her thigh with painstaking slowness, making her squirm beneath his touch.
“Steve,” she whimpered.
“Shh,” he admonished. “I’d hate to have to spank you.”
Her gaze darted to his. Spank her? Now there was something she’d never really thought about, but thinking about his palm slapping against her ass made juices pour from her pussy like water running from a faucet.
“Oh. That sounds intriguing.”
He smiled and ran his palm up to squeeze her ass. “Like the idea of being spanked? Think it would turn you on?”
“You mean more than I already am?”
His fingers moved to her pussy and slid along her slit. Heat burned through her, making her gasp. She could feel her wetness oozing out and sliding between her butt cheeks to dampen the sheets beneath her.
“Such a beautiful pussy,” he whispered.
His hot breath brushed against her clit, and her hips bucked in reflex. Thick, gentle fingers slid lower, spreading her juices between the cheeks of her ass and around her anal hole. She never dreamed she’d want him to touch her there or even fuck her there for that matter. But she did. She wanted to feel his huge cock filling her ass. Fucking her hard. He pushed two fingers knuckle deep, and she moaned, lifting her hips higher.
His hot tongue circled her sensitive clit before dipping into her vagina to lick at her juices. She felt herself falling, grasping desperately for the release hovering just out of reach. Every muscle tensed as his tongue slid deeper, his nose tickling her nub to the point she wanted to scream. The nerve endings in her body pulsed and tingled as the first wave of her climax skimmed through her.
“Yes,” she gasped and rotated her pussy against his face. “Oh, God. Yes.”
*
Steve moaned, holding fast to his control. Damn it, he wanted to fuck her. He kept eating her pussy and gently stretching her anal passage even after her contractions stopped. Her soft sighs heightened his desire. As gently as possible, he slid a third finger into her ass. She gasped as the tight walls constricted around his knuckles. He couldn’t wait to feel those walls gripping his cock.
Removing his fingers, he reached to the nightstand and removed the Rabbit vibrator he’d bought earlier that afternoon at the same place he’d gotten the restraints. Settling between her legs, he slid the vibrator deep into her pussy. She groaned and lifted her hips off the bed, her head lulling from side to side.
She was so beautiful and for a moment, he watched her face as he moved the vibrator in and out, simulating what he’d do with his cock. His shaft twitched, jerking toward her splayed thighs, and a jolt of pure animal lust gripped him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had to calm down or he’d hurt her in his haste.
Reaching forward, he undid one of her restraints and then settled the ears of the Rabbit against her clit. “Roll over, baby,” he gritted out, holding onto his control by a mere thread.
Kayla rolled over and he helped her to settle on her knees. Grabbing the lubricating cream, he covered his cock and the inside of her anus. She moaned and moved back against him, silently encouraging him to continue.
“I want to fuck you in the ass, Kay,” he said as three fingers slid deep, preparing her for the entry of his cock. “I’ll be as gentle as I can, baby.”
She whimpered and wiggled her hips. Fuck. He didn’t know how much more he could take. Running his hand over her smooth alabaster hips he positioned the head of his shaft at her hole. With both hands, he held her hips still and pushed past the tight muscles of her opening.
He felt her stiffen, and he held still. “Relax, baby, and push out, just a little.”
She did as he said and he slid deep. His eyes closed on a groan at the way her hot walls encased him in a tight fist. He remained frozen, allowing her to become accustomed to his size and the unusual invasion. While he waited, he reached between her legs and turned on the toy that was embedded in her pussy.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered as the ears of the device massaged her clit.
“Oh, God is right,” he growled and began to move.
He could feel the vibrations of the toy against his cock through the thin membrane separating her two channels, and he thought he’d die. Gritting his teeth, he thrust faster and harder. The sound of Kayla’s moans and screams spurred him on.
He’d never felt with anyone the things he felt with Kayla. He wanted to shout he loved her, but he held back, biting his lip to keep quiet. Glancing down, he watched his cock slid in and out of her ass, her cheeks slapping against his stomach. The image was incredibly erotic and his shaft swelled painfully.
Kayla cried out with her release. The muscles of her anus quaked and pulsed around his shaft, milking the very life from him. With a shout, he thrust hard and spurted his seed deep within her. His legs quaked with the force of his orgasm and for a moment, he couldn’t move or even breathe.
“Steve,” she whimpered. “Turn off the Rabbit, please. I can’t take it anymore.”
Coming to his senses, he turned off the toy and removed it from her body. As gent
ly as possible, he slid from her ass, and she immediately collapsed onto the bed.
“Stay still. I’ll be right back,” he said and then placed a soft kiss against her shoulder.
Her only response was a grunt, and he grinned.
Once in the bathroom, he cleaned himself up and then brought out a damp, warm cloth to clean Kayla. Undoing her remaining handcuff, he helped her to roll over and then spread her thighs.
“Steve,” she mumbled. “No. I couldn’t.”
Steve smiled and brushed the bangs from her eyes. “I’m just cleaning you, baby.”
She relaxed, and he settled the warm cloth between her legs, wiping away the lubricant and any of his seed that had run out. “Better?” he asked.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Oh, God. I think I blacked out.”
Steve chuckled and settled beside her, pulling her into his arms. Her body fit so perfectly into his embrace, and he wanted her there forever.
“That was incredible,” she whispered as she snuggled closer, her tiny hands resting against his chest.
“Yes, it was.” He hesitated before continuing with what he wanted to say. “Kayla. I don’t want this to stop here. I want to keep seeing you once we leave. I think we have something. I know we have something and I want to keep it going, watch it grow.”
He tensed waiting for her response. As the silence ticked by he felt sick. Was she thinking of a way to let him down easy? Tell him she didn’t want what he did? He’d never had to deal with being rejected, and he wasn’t sure how he would take it.
She continued to remain silent. Why wasn’t she saying something?
“Kayla?” he whispered.
Still no response. Pulling away from her slightly, he stared down at her closed eyes and slow, even breathing. He smiled, letting a breath out in relief. His little minx was sound asleep.
He reached for the sheet and pulled it over them. His large body settled against her small one. “I love you, Kay,” he whispered.
Chapter 11
Kayla squirmed as heat engulfed her. Soft kisses brushed her cheek and the corner of her mouth. They were such sweet, gentle kisses and her insides melted.
“Steve?” she sighed.
“Shhh,” he whispered as his lips covered hers.
There were no words, no sounds other than their soft breathing and the surf outside the window. The room was dark, the scent of salt water floating in on the breeze. She had no idea what time it was and didn’t care. All that mattered was she was here with Steve. This would be her last time with him and that heightened the urgency, the need that always gripped her.
His fingers slid up her thigh with painstaking slowness, sending tingling sensations to every extremity. Bending her leg, she wrapped it around his. The hair on his legs scratched at her overly sensitive skin making it quiver beneath his touch.
Steve set the pace, keeping things slow and gentle. There wasn’t a spot on her body anywhere that his lips didn’t touch, and she thought she would die from the extreme pleasure that raced through her. His mouth and hands cherished her, made her feel sexy and beautiful. Twice she had to bite her lip to keep from saying she loved him. She didn’t want their last night ruined when she said it, and he remained silent.
Settling between her thighs, he slowly pushed forward, burying himself deeply inside her. They remained that way for several moments, just enjoying the sensation of being joined as one. Their bodies as close to each other as possible from head to toe.
His hands framed her face, holding her steady so his mouth could claim hers with soft, gentle kisses. Neither said a word. They didn’t have to, their bodies said it all for them as they made slow, sweet love.
Steve was everything she could ever want in a lover. He could be whatever she wanted. Slow and sweet, like he was now. Hard and dominating like earlier, or wild and adventurous. He encouraged her to talk about her sexual fantasies and even played them out for her, no matter how silly or kinky. He brought her to heights no one else had, and as her orgasm gripped her, she turned her head to hide the tear that slipped down her cheek.
* * * *
As soon as Kayla heard Steve’s deep, even breathing, she slipped from under his arm. Searching the darkened room for her clothes, she wiped at the tears sliding down her cheeks. Her chest felt as though it were splitting in two. She never wanted to fall in love with him, but she had.
As quietly as possible, she punched her arms through the sleeves of her robe, the whole time watching for any movement from Steve. The last thing she wanted was for him to wake up and try to talk her out of leaving. She needed time to compose herself before she had to face him on the flight home. At least in front of the crew, she didn’t have to worry about him making a huge scene. One thing about Steve, was when he was working, he was all business.
With her hand on the door, she took one last look. He was so handsome, his long lashes lying against his cheeks, his bare chest rising with the slow, even breathing of sleep. The normally prominent lines around his eyes and across his forehead were relaxed, making him appear younger. She had done a stupid, stupid thing.
She opened the bedroom door and slipped into the hall. Holding the handle of the door so the latch wouldn’t catch and make noise, she shut the door slowly then practically ran down the hall toward Jordan’s room. Raising her hand, she knocked at the door, hoping she wasn’t interrupting something.
Within seconds, Jordan opened the door, a concerned look wrinkling his brow.
“Kay? What’s wrong?”
Her lower lip began to tremble, and she lost control, throwing herself into Jordan’s arms. He held her tight, letting her cry out her pain as he moved her inside and shut the door behind them.
“Oh, sweetie. What? Tell me what happened? Did he hurt you?”
She shook her head, her tears leaving wet marks on his T-shirt.
“He didn’t hurt you or you can’t tell me what happened?”
“He didn’t hurt me,” she mumbled. “I just…”
“Say no more.” He sighed and pulled her onto the bed with him.
Settling on his back, he held her against his side. Her whole body shook with sobs. Why did she let herself do this? She should never have slept with him. She should have kept her distance. Now she didn’t know what the hell she was going to do. She still had to work with him.
“What am I going to do, Jordan?” she sobbed.
“What do you want to do?”
“That’s beside the point.”
“No it’s not. Do you love him?”
She nodded, swallowing back another sob.
“Honey, then what are you doing here?”
“I don’t want to end up like my mom.”
Jordan was quiet for a moment as his fingers slowly combed through her hair.
“Steve’s not like your dad.”
“No. He’s worse. You know his reputation as well as I do.”
“I’m not sure everything we’ve heard is true. One of the other flight attendants was telling me the other day that the girl that started all those rumors was making them up.”
“Why would she do that?”
“She was mad because Steve wasn’t interested in her. Apparently, she jumped in bed with him thinking she could keep him once she had him there.”
“That’s not helping, Jordan,” she admonished. Of course she couldn’t keep him there. Steve wasn’t the serious relationship type.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered and then kissed her forehead. “Try to get some sleep. Things will look better in the morning. I promise.”
* * * *
Steve awoke the next morning to an empty bed. With a sigh, he placed his hand on the cold spot where Kayla should be, but wasn’t. It felt wrong with her not here. As though something was missing. Hopefully, she’d just gone to her room for a change of clothes.
Grabbing the receiver, he dialed her room number, then waited impatiently for her to answer. When she didn’t, he hung it up with a frown. He had a bad feel
ing, but couldn't put his finger on what.
On instinct, he dialed Jordan’s room.
“Yello,” Jordan answered.
“Hey, Jordan. It’s Steve. Kayla there?”
There was a slight pause before Jordan spoke, and Steve’s gut clenched. “You just missed her, man. I’m sorry.”
“Is she heading back to her room?”
“No. She checked out.”
Steve bolted upright. “She what? Our flight doesn’t leave for another three hours.” Again another moment of silence and Steve growled, “Jordan.”
Jordan sighed. “She’s going to kill me for this. She got one of the other flight attendants that arrived yesterday to switch flights with her. She’s taking the early flight home, then called in sick for the rest of the paring.”
“Son of a bitch.”
Getting shot in the chest couldn’t have hurt nearly as bad as this did. What the hell was she doing? Didn’t she feel what was between them?
“You’re not going to let her get away with this, are you, Steve?” Jordan asked.
Steve could just see the cheeky grin on his face. “Hell no.”
“Good.”
* * * *
Kayla walked into her apartment and sagged against the closed door. She’d kept her tears at bay for as long as she could, but the second she’d slipped into her car at the employee lot of Miami International Airport, she’d completely lost it. She’d cried all the way home, mentally kicking herself for getting involved with Steve in the first place.
The phone rang, making her jump. She glared at it, then waited for the answering machine to pick up.
After the beep, Jordan’s voice came through the speaker, and she breathed a sigh of relief. “Hey, Kay. You there yet? Come on, girlfriend, pick up.”
With a sigh, she grabbed the receiver and hit the talk button. “Hey, Jordan. I’m here.”
“You all right?”
His voice was full of concern, and she smiled. Jordan had always been there for her since day one. He was her rock.
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