“I’d like to see your studio.” What the hell am I doing?
“Did you drive?”
“No.” There’s still time to back out.
“I’ll flag us a cab.” In a matter of minutes they were in the back of a city taxi, leaving behind bright city lights and moving into the darker, shadowy streets of warehouses and lofts. They stopped before a metal door covered with iron scrollwork in front of a long brick building.
“Here we are. It’s not the best part of town, but the old American Can building has large, reasonably priced spaces and is secure.”
Inside, they took the elevator to the top floor. After they entered Derek’s studio, Thia watched him use his key to lock the deadbolt and then put the key in his pocket.
Was this a mistake? Well, duh.
She wanted to walk on the wild side, but she also wanted to be alive in the morning. “You aren’t going to hurt me are you?”
“I hadn’t planned on it, but I’m open. What did you have in mind?” He smiled as he stepped into a kitchenette and prepared the coffee pot.
“Nothing.” She sighed. “It’s the wine.”
He measured grounds into the filter and poured bottled water into the pot. “They don’t allow people to actually live in the building, but I spend so much time here they may think I do. Don’t take this the wrong way but I can’t imagine that suit is all that comfortable. There are some robes my models wear in the changing room if you’d like to get out of it.”
Derek pushed the right buttons to turn on the coffee pot. And her.
“You don’t mind?”
“Not at all.” He quirked his brow and gave her a feral smile. “I like women in as few clothes as possible.”
Hot damn! She hoped the smile she sent back looked as seductive as she felt. “Then I’ll be right back.”
In a large bathroom, she found all kinds of cosmetics aligned by the sink. Large, bright make-up lights surrounded the mirror. Chenille robes hung behind the door and two were folded on a shelf. Thia stripped to panties, stockings and heels, fluffed her hair, checked her lipstick, and gave herself an appraising once-over. Not bad, not bad at all.
Staring into the reflection of her eyes she knew a moment’s hesitation. I shouldn’t be doing this, I really shouldn’t. But…
She picked up a folded red robe and slipped into it before going out to beard the lion in his den. The robe covered her legs to about mid thigh.
She was pleased with the appreciation in Derek’s eyes when he saw her.
“The robe looks good on you. Here’s your coffee, and here’s a book that shows part of my collective works.”
“Thank you.” Thia sipped the coffee while standing at the table. She turned the pages, examining each picture. Many of them were sensual, a few were hot and sexy. The more she looked, the more she wished she had something cold to drink instead of the coffee.
Suddenly, there was real heat coming from behind her. Derek stepped close and put one hand on her waist while he looked over her shoulder. “What do you think of that one,” he said, pointing to the picture of a dark haired woman touching herself.
“It’s, well, it’s erotic.” Thia studied it, then whispered. “I can almost feel her orgasm.” Damn! Why did I say that?
He slid his hand along her waist, ending over her stomach. He pulled her tighter against him. “I’m glad. That’s the goal of anyone who paints, you know, to make the viewer feel what the painting expresses.”
His erection pressed against her butt and Thia worried suddenly that she might get what she’d gone there for. Not that Derek might fuck her—God, she wanted him inside her in the worst way —but that she might not live up to his expectations. She didn’t have much experience.
With effort, she tamped down her insecurities. “Well, you did an excellent job, then, because um, what she’s feeling comes through very well.”
“Thanks.” Derek’s other hand smoothed over the chenille to meet his first hand at her waist. He dipped his head to nuzzle the small spot of skin above the collar of the robe.
The warmth of his breath sent shivers down her spine and heat straight to her pussy. With a shaky hand she set her cup beside the photo album and then leaned into him.
He untied the belt and slid his hands against the bare skin of her stomach. “You’re so soft.” His mouth against her ear, the low rumble of his voice rolled through her.
Taking a deep breath, which not only gave her courage but plumped her breasts, she shucked off the robe.
Message received, his hands skimmed up her torso to massage her breasts. She moaned her feelings out on a sigh. Her nipples pebbled against his palms and her skin absorbed the fire coming from his lips, his mouth, and then his teeth as he nipped the skin on her shoulder.
Her thoughts ran wild. Ohgod, ohgod! I shouldn’t be here, I should have used common sense.
Turning, she edged onto the table and let him look. His eyes homed in on her nipples, and then he gave her a long, slow smile.
“Perfect,” he said.
She tried to smile back. “Am I?”
“Oh, yes.” Without shifting his gaze, he pulled his shirt out from his waistband and unbuttoned it. He unzipped his trousers. The bulge hiding just beneath the material was unmistakable.
When he lowered his trousers and briefs, her heart leapt, her breath quickened. He was thick and long. Pre-cum glistened on a large reddened crown that topped several inches of red-veined shaft. A rich thatch of blond hair bristled around the base. He was beautiful, vibrant, strong, and she had to have him inside her.
Before she could say a word he stood naked before her.
Bracing her hands behind her on the table, she lifted her hips, allowing him to pull her panties down. For a brief moment, he stared at her bush. Already the scent of arousal filled the air.
“Leave on your stockings and shoes.”
Thia nodded.
“Lie back.”
He came forward to pull her close to the edge. Little did he know she was already there emotionally. His arms slid under her thighs, giving support at the same time they spread her impossibly wide. The fur of hair on his stomach mixed with her curly pubic hair. His fingertips stretched far enough to nudge her elbows, and she placed her hands beside her head.
Fiery hot, his mouth nibbled at her breast. His tongue swirled around her nipple and flicked it hard. He gave the same treatment to her other breast and she flung her head back, arching her back, offering him all she had.
Like a trail of fire, his kisses traced down her stomach. She almost shot off the table when his tongue lapped her labia before circling her clitoris. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she held him in place, not wanting him to stop. Her mind was awash with sensation as his tongue flicked down to the entrance to her pussy.
“Oh, my God, please. It’s been so long.”
Her plea seemed to fall on deaf ears. He took his time, plunging his tongue into her passage and pulling out. In and out, in and out, in and out, in a relentless drive.
His thumb pressed her clit, making firm little circles on her nub, throwing her into orbit. Her head twisted side to side. No rational thought penetrated her senses, only the need to feel, to let go, to—
She sucked in a breath and held her body still. Tremors shook her. Her pussy quivered and flooded with moisture. She was lost but he kept on, lapping, rubbing, caressing, until she thought she’d never stop coming.
Finally, he raised his head. She looked down the length of her body to see his glazed eyes peering back. While she watched, his tongue swiped and cleared the cream surrounding his mouth as though he’d just enjoyed the finest meal ever.
Standing, he pulled her to a sitting position. “You taste great.” His voice was thick and heavy. He took her mouth and her last remaining senses. Coaxing her tongue into his mouth, he groaned in satisfaction.
She treated him to the same rhythm—in and out—that he’d just thrilled her with. He grabbed a foil packet she hadn’t seen
on the photo album. In seconds, he was sheathed. His eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, smoldered.
“Ready?” he rasped.
“Don’t stop now.”
She leaned back as he lifted her legs over his shoulders and rubbed his cock between her folds. Leaning closer, he breached the threshold of her pussy and entered where no man had been in more than a year.
His thrusts filled her with fire. He ground against her, enflaming her emotions. Her hands clung to his shoulders. His head fell to her breast and he suckled. His rhythm increased, hard and fast. She panted his name and came like fireworks in a dark July sky. Derek grunted his release a moment later.
It could have been a year or an hour when her breathing slowed and her heart rate settled. The smell of sex perfumed the air. The breeze coming through the windows cooled her sweaty skin but did nothing to temper her desire.
Derek looked up at last, with the heady expression of a man filled with satisfaction. “You okay?”
She wanted to shout, “God, yes! You made me feel things I’ve never felt before,” but she only nodded.
“Good. There’s no bed here, but there’s a sofa that folds out. I’ll help you up.” He offered his hand. “Unless you want to leave? I’ll call you a cab if you want to go.”
Was he dropping a hint? She examined his eyes, which gave away nothing. “The sofa sounds great.” Boneless and sleepy, she didn’t think she could manage getting home. Even if she wanted to.
“Good,” he said, and dropped a kiss on her lips.
Unsteady on her feet, she still managed not to fall while Derek pulled out the bed. When she sat down, Derek removed her shoes, and slid her stockings down in a sensuous, smooth motion. Then she didn’t know what he did. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light.
* * * *
“I need some coffee. Do you?” A deep, throaty voice sounded at her ear. Then he leaned around her and kissed her awake.
Thia looked up into Derek’s deep green eyes. Oh crap, what have I done? “Good morning.” She sucked in a breath and gathered nerve. “Look, I’m not normally like this and I’m really embarrassed. Do you want to know the truth? I’ve never done this before.”
“Really? I’m glad I’m the lucky man.” He grinned down at her. “Even though I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
“This is the first time I’ve ever gone home with a stranger, never mind spent the night.”
Derek sat up. “There’s no need to be embarrassed. You were incredible last night. Come on into the kitchen and let’s get you some coffee and something to eat.” He started toward the kitchenette. “I’m finished in the bathroom.”
Thia stretched then slid out from under the blanket. The robe she’d worn was on the back of a chair. After a quick moment of dread, she reminded herself he’d already seen all of her. She swallowed her modesty and walked naked to retrieve it.
“You said something about coffee and food.” She glanced at Derek’s groin. A huge bulge showed where a minute ago there hadn’t been one. She allowed herself a surge of pride that the sight of her body had brought the change about. At forty one, I’ve still got it.
Derek moved to her, tilted her face, and softly kissed her. Thia’s lips teased his, then she let the robe drop to the floor. He deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth boldly with his tongue, and her heart raced.
Dropping her head to his chest, she suckled him, flicking his nipple with her tongue.
Sliding down his body, she dropped to her knees, pulling his briefs to his ankles. His penis was hard, like steel encased in velvet. She brushed her lips and tongue along his length. His fingers threaded through her hair, guiding her in a steady rhythm. His breath came fast and loud while his hips rocked, pushing his cock to the back of her throat and pulling out again. With each drive, she stroked with her tongue.
His hair tickled her nose, but his scent ignited a primitive urge. She wondered what it would be like to take him all the way, to taste his cum as it shot into her mouth and to swallow all he had. Involuntarily, she pulled back, knowing she couldn’t handle his release filling her mouth and sliding down her throat. She’d never done that before, even for her husband. The very concept was too icky.
But she liked the feel of him in her mouth, his hard length seeking the back of her throat, the satiny, smooth tip she caressed with her lips and the way he pulsed slightly when her tongue rasped the underside. She tugged on the head to prevent him from popping out and delved the tiny slit with the tip of her tongue. Derek moaned. Her hands snaked behind to knead the tight globes of his ass and push him further into her heat. His groan of satisfaction let her know he was close.
He stepped back pulling his engorged shaft from between her lips. He helped her up and to the sofa bed. On her back, through lust-glazed eyes, she watched as he retrieved a condom from a drawer in a table beside the bed and applied it. Kneeling between her legs, he reached a finger to test her readiness.
“I didn’t even do anything to you and you’re wet as hell,” he said, looking pleased.
“I want you to fuck me.” Not only did she hardly recognize the husky voice as hers, she’d never felt like using the F-word so much in her life.
It crossed her mind after today she’d never see this man again. Thank God. If she did, she’d never be able to look him in the eye. But in this cocoon of a room, she banished all rules of propriety. “Fuck me long and hard.”
Breath caught in her throat when he gently spread her and slowly invaded. Keeping some of his weight off her, he lay close, skimming her breasts with his chest, stoking the heat of passion deep in her pussy.
“That feels so good. My god, it feels good. Fuck me, Derek, fuck me hard.” Thia lost all control, giving body and soul to cravings she hadn’t felt for longer than she could remember.
Obeying her command, he took her hard and fast, plunging so deep she didn’t know how they avoided merging into one. When her body released, her inner muscles jerked and shuddered until she thought the tremors would never end. Finally, she wilted. Derek’s cock pulsed and twitched deep in her pussy as he found his release.
“I have never been fucked like that before. Thank you.”
Derek chuckled, smoothing damp hair off her forehead. “So let me get this straight, it was as good for you as it was for me?”
She smiled.
* * * *
Two days later, Derek walked into the Unique Art Gallery carrying a bag from Max’s Cafe. Fran wore jeans and a sweatshirt as she packed art work sold over the weekend. “It looks like the opening went well.”
“It did. I’m very pleased,” she answered.
“Want some lunch? I brought a couple of sandwiches and chips.”
“Big spender, are we?” Fran finished taping a box shut before looking up. “You’re in a suit. How can this be? I didn’t think you owned anything but jeans.” Her eyes swept down his body and back up. “Damn. You look good. It’s a wonder some woman didn’t kidnap you on your way over here.”
“Many tried,” he said flashing a self-deprecating smile.
“Right. By the way how did it go with that woman, Cynthia? I think that’s the first girl I’ve seen you leave with after an opening. At least one you’d just met.”
Derek avoided her gaze. “We started for Starbucks but she mentioned she’d like to see more of my work. So we, uh, went to the studio for coffee.”
Fran dropped the roll of tape. “You didn’t!”
“I don’t know what got into me. You know I never pick up women, but with her it just seemed right.”
Fran quirked her brows. “Let’s go in the back. I’m ready for that sandwich, and to hear all about your evening.”
She brought two sodas to the work table and sat across from Derek. He opened his ham and cheese and waited for the questions he knew she had ready.
Fran said, “She seemed nice. Not like most of the women who usually hit on you.”
“I beg your pardon,” Derek said. “The w
omen who usually hit on me are nice.”
“You think all women are nice.”
He laughed. “Not hardly.”
“Well, I’m surprised she went back to your studio. Lucky for you she was here early. She had a tear in her eye after looking at your work. It was like she identified with the slave girl and felt her feeling of helplessness. I have some orders for commissions because of her reaction.”
“Wow.” Derek was impressed and showed it. “Aside from the paintings, I think we connected. She was like an old friend. It never occurred to me to take time to get acquainted.”
“How late did she stay?”
“Until about eleven—” he cast a side-ways glance, “—yesterday morning.”
“She spent the night?”
“She said she’d never gone home with a stranger in her life. I guess we were both ready for something. And it was more than ‘something,’ believe me.”
Fran held her hands over her ears. “More than I want to know.”
Derek laughed. “Like I believe that. But that’s all I’m telling you anyway.”
She sniffed her disbelief then went back to eating. “I talked to her a little the other night. She’s a business woman, certainly not a groupie. You better watch out, she might still be the marrying type.”
“As good as we were together, I got the impression she was just out for a good time and doesn’t care to see me again. You know, she may have just used my body for a night.”
“Well, well. It’s nice to see a man in that position for a change.”
“Don’t talk dirty to me, Fran.” She burst into laughter and Derek smiled. “If a good looking woman wants to treat me as a sex toy, I guess I’m happy to serve. But your amusement isn’t why I came by. I came to see if you had anything on her. Like the check she gave you. Did it have her address?”
“I’m afraid it’s already gone to the bank but I have her delivery address. Would you like that?” She tapped her finger against her chin and smiled sweetly. “Oh, I forgot, that’s privileged information. You know, customer confidentiality.”
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