by Sami Lee
The first stroke across her sensitized tip made Sarah fall back on her elbows. She watched, rapt, as David teased her with those velvety lips and the fine graze of his stubbled jaw. Then he stuck out his tongue and bathed her in liquid warmth.
“Oh yes.” Sarah couldn’t tear her concentration from the sensuous sight of David working her nipple slowly and gently into a firm bud of pure carnal need. He did it exactly as she’d asked. Exactly. Testing the extent of her power, she commanded, “Harder now. Suck me.”
He did as she said, taking her deep into the hot recesses of his mouth and suckling hungrily. Sarah arched, wanting more of the devouring caress. David cupped her breast in one hand, holding her still so he could focus his attention solely on the now-rigid tip.
“God, David,” Sarah panted. “The other one now. Hurry.”
His lips curved against her tortured flesh and she knew she’d sounded more desperate than bossy. He transferred his ministrations to her other breast, giving it the same treatment until Sarah was writhing beneath the onslaught. She clamped her legs around David’s thigh where it rested between hers on the bed. She needed contact there, pressure. She needed…
As good as mind reading, David slid his hand downward, covering her sex through her flimsy French underwear. He gave the needy folds a little teasing massage. “Like this?”
“Use your mouth on me there too.” Any awkwardness about issuing orders in the bedroom was fast slipping away. “I need an orgasm, David. From you.”
It had been too long since she’d had one by any other means than her own fingers. Sarah’s belly fluttered as David trailed kisses over her stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel, swirling it over the slight protrusion of her hipbone. He was teasing her mercilessly. “Hurry, David.”
“No.” It was the first time he’d openly defied her. He grasped the waistband of her panties and started slipping them down her thighs, so slowly Sarah was bitten by the urge to tell him to rip them off. “You’re too lovely to rush, Sarah.”
Sarah had been thrown many compliments before but the way David said she was lovely, as if he truly meant it, made her heart sigh a little. God, he’s good. “Kiss me.”
Slowly, David caressed her thighs as he stared at the juncture of them. His lips quirked. “Soft or hard?”
“David.”
“Do you want my tongue on your clit or is it too sensitive?”
Sarah bit down on her frustration. That actually wasn’t a bad question. “It’s a little too sensitive at first. Direct contact is…” David lowered his head and then the damp stroke of his tongue moved over her outer lips, warming them and making Sarah’s lower body rock in a steady rhythm. “Yes… There… Like that.”
His sigh of pleasure brushed over her damp lips and teased the button between them, making it quiver. When David pushed a finger partway into her, Sarah bucked in response. “Yes, I want your tongue there, buried deep inside me.”
David groaned. When Sarah met his gaze she saw the dangerous levels of lust barely banked in the dark orbs. He removed his finger from her channel and lifted it to his mouth to suck at the juices he’d collected, sighing as if he were devouring the finest chocolate.
Sarah was panting with need when he abruptly spoke. “Wait right there.”
Then he turned and strode out of the room.
It took Sarah a few seconds to gather her wits. “Hey!”
He returned quickly, out of breath from running back to her. His chest rose and fell in rapid puffs. He now held the champagne bottle. When he saw the expression on her face, he smiled. “Impatient one, aren’t you?”
The way she’d lived, Sarah had rarely had to exhibit patience. “Cheeky one, aren’t you?” she countered. “You were right in the middle of something but you stopped because you were thirsty?”
“No, because I thought you might be.”
David sauntered over then handed her the bottle. All that harsh breathing had taken a toll on her throat, so she took a sip of the fine drink. Cristal from the bottle—her mother would be appalled. Not that Sarah was ever likely to tell her.
With feral interest, David watched the way her lips wrapped around the opening of the bottle. His hands went to the snap at the waistband of his trousers, releasing it and lowering the zipper. Sarah drank more, engrossed by the sight of David shucking his pants to reveal plain blue cotton boxers.
A smile formed. No ludicrous leopard-print briefs for David.
“What’s funny?”
“Not funny.” There was nothing laughable about the size of that tent in his shorts. “Pleasing.”
A touch of shyness colored his smile and Sarah’s heart performed that little squeeze that was both good and terribly bad. Sarah steeled herself against the way it beat faster, trying to maintain composure. This is sex, Sarah. Stop letting your heart go pitter-patter.
“Take those off too,” she commanded. “I want to see you naked.”
Watching her steadily, David took the bottle of champagne back and downed a swallow before responding. “If you take down your hair.”
“You first.”
He took another swig of the alcohol before placing it on the floor at his feet. “How about we do this…simultaneously.”
There was nothing shy in the smile that accompanied that suggestion. His eyes sparkled with the promise of mischief and bone-deep satisfaction. Everything below Sarah’s waist buzzed with anticipation, robbing her of the will to continue with their game of back-and-forth. The only back-and-forth she wanted right now was the slide of David’s tongue in and out of her aching pussy.
Without another word, Sarah reached behind her head for the pins holding her twist in place. She pulled them out, one by one. David watched as keenly as if she were undressing her body instead of her hair. As the first locks fell onto her shoulders, he groaned and reached for his boxers, sliding them over the obstruction of his swollen member and letting them drop to the floor.
Sarah’s breath left her. He was so swollen, so flushed and excited already. With her last fiancé Brent, she’d had to put in a lot of work to get him to this stage, even in the beginning. Later, after she’d discovered his penchant for screwing twenty-two-year-old bimbos over his office desk, he’d blamed her for his lack of interest. How can any man be turned-on by such a cold, castrating bitch?
Shoving that unwelcome memory to the back of her mind, Sarah reached out and touched David, sliding her fingertips along his engorged length in fascination. She wasn’t cold with David and the response was apparently mutual. “You really want me.”
“Is it that obvious?” David quipped, grasping her wrist and stilling her explorations. “You’d better stop. You don’t want that to go off in your hand.”
“Perhaps I do.”
Shaking his head, David cast off her touch, closing his eyes briefly, showing how it cost him to do it. Then he lowered to his knees. “As you pointed out, I was in the middle of something.”
He never took his gaze off hers as he once again raised the champagne to his lips and took a healthy swallow. Then he bent his head to the still-throbbing place between her parted thighs. This time his tongue was cool as it bathed her fevered lips, and the contrast of temperatures made Sarah gasp in surprised delight.
He laved her with that talented tongue, avoiding the sensitized nub buried amongst her folds. His kiss was exquisite, hypnotizing. Sarah rocked her hips slowly, encouraging him. When he dipped his tongue inside her channel, she gripped the bed sheets tight. He darted in and out, teasing and tasting with the flick of his tongue.
When the nudge of something cold and inflexible probed her wet opening, Sarah’s eyelids flew upward. David watched her face as he slowly inserted the long, narrow neck of the Cristal into her wet pussy. “What are you doing?”
“Just playing.” He moved the bottle in and out experimentally. “You don’t like it? Say the word and I’ll stop.”
“Umm…” Sarah moved her body conducting a little experiment of her own a
s the smooth glass caressed her inner muscles. The ridges at the lip of the bottle added an interesting dimension to the unexpected pleasure. Sarah gasped when the tip bumped a place deep inside and some of the cool liquid spilled into her. “Oh!”
David continued using slow strokes that made the bubbly drink fill her feminine spaces. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes.” The champagne bubbles tingled cool against her hot inner flesh. Sarah had never known a sensation like it. Instinctively she moved to match the bottle’s entry, bearing down on it when David pushed it into her body.
“God, Sarah.” He watched her movements, the place where the bottle entered her, with rapt fascination. “You’re so beautiful.”
Finally he removed the bottle and set it aside.
Then Sarah cried out in surprise and relief as he lowered his head and drank from her.
Chapter Four
Sarah’s arms couldn’t support her anymore. She fell flat against the mattress as David sipped champagne from her pussy as if it were the finest crystal glass, then buried his tongue inside her, deep inside like she’d asked, catching every last drop of the sparkling liquid. He moaned as he captured the combined zest of the alcohol and her arousal, gripping her thighs and pushing them apart in his need to get farther, deeper into her.
Sarah had never understood the term “eaten” by a man and had considered it not only crass but inaccurate. Yet David devoured her as if he couldn’t get enough of her flavor. It made Sarah’s clit throb with need. “David… David. You can lick me now. On my clit. Please. I need it.”
With a groan and one last long taste, David sat back on his haunches. Sarah lifted her head in time to see him take a large swig of Cristal. Then all was sensation as the cool liquid and David’s warm lips enclosed her swollen nub.
Sarah cried out as the fizzy chill combined with David’s hot, sucking mouth. She gyrated into the contact, knowing she must appear frenzied but uncaring that her composed façade had slipped entirely. All she wanted was for this incredible feeling to reach its pinnacle and throw her over the side into free-falling bliss.
She grasped the back of David’s head, holding him to her as he sucked her clit. When he found the bottle and stuck it back inside her empty channel, Sarah lost it. Her muscles clamped down on the glass as the fire in her clit flared, consuming her. She gasped and moaned, tugging on David’s silken curly hair as she rode out her climax with fierce thrusts of her hips.
When the storm ended and she started to float on a cloud of gathering awareness, Sarah realized she must be hurting him. She released her tight hold on his locks and smoothed her hand over them. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He buried his face in the flesh of her inner thigh and let out a stuttering breath. “You were amazing.”
Her? She hadn’t done anything other than lie here and make David fulfill her every demand. It had been glorious. He had been glorious. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Not bad, huh?” He lifted his gaze and pinned her with the dark amusement in it. “Something I forgot to do?”
The only thing Sarah wanted now, more than anything, was his lips on hers. “Give me that champagne.” When he handed it to her Sarah sat up and took a swig from the bottle, the alcohol going to her head as she swallowed the thirsty gulps. She kept some in her mouth as she pulled David toward her for a kiss.
She’d thought it was such a good idea initially. When champagne started spilling out the sides of their mouths Sarah acknowledged the logistics of a Cristal-soaked smooch were a little complicated. She laughed as champagne dribbled down her chin.
David joined in, his chuckle rumbling on his lips as he moved them over her face, gathering the stray droplets. “You’re a bit of a loon, you know that?”
No one had ever accused her of being the slightest bit goofy and Sarah found she liked it. She also enjoyed the way he laughed as he devoured every last drop of champagne from her neck and the tiny pool formed by her collarbone. Now that the edge had been taken off her sexual frustration, his stubble tickled. Sarah couldn’t suppress her laughter.
“An absolute bloody loon.” David shook his head, his tone letting her know he didn’t mind at all. Abruptly, he pushed her back on the bed, covering her body with his. He treated her to a deeply passionate kiss that smothered Sarah’s laughter and brought the sharp edge of need right back.
He slid his hands over her body, settling on the swell of her breasts and squeezing lightly. He watched how her flesh puckered beneath his touch and groaned. “I want you so bad, Sarah.”
Sarah reached between their bodies to rediscover that evidence for herself. When her hand closed around David’s length, he winced. “Lady, I’m sorry. I didn’t come prepared.”
His meaning sunk in, stilling Sarah’s hand and her heartbeat. Dear Lord, he really had to be new at this if he hadn’t even thought of that. The notion pleased her more than it should have. She appreciated the knowledge that she was his first…client.
Sarah. You’re a client, not a lover or a friend. That little detail kept slipping her mind, particularly when David looked at her as he was now, as if she was a surprising gift he wanted to spend hours unwrapping.
Sarah was more than a little surprised herself. Everything about this evening was different than anticipated because the man lying on top of her wasn’t what she’d been expecting. She’d thought she’d be seduced, played like a fiddle, but she was the one playing the seducer. She liked the idea almost as much as she’d liked laughing with David.
“Not to worry.” She smiled and rolled him over so he lay beneath her. “Prepared is my middle name.”
Reaching into the bedside drawer, Sarah found the box of condoms she’d put there earlier and extracted one. She disregarded the tube of lubrication she’d also left there. She’d worried she might be too awkward during this encounter to get wet on her own but it turned out she didn’t need any help in that department.
David watched, his intense focus like a brand on her skin as Sarah rolled the protection over his engorged member. The hot column of muscle filled her hand and made her dampen at the thought of it burrowing deep into her body. When her fingers brushed his testes she found them taut and full.
Sarah surveyed the abundance of rock-solid male flesh laid out beneath her, ready for her to use however she wished. Despite the intense orgasm she’d already had, she found herself impatient once more. Grabbing the base of David’s shaft, Sarah positioned herself and sank onto the stiff pole in one move.
Groaning, David grasped her waist, holding her down on him. His face was a mask of tortured pleasure, his eyes squeezing shut as his jaw set in a tense line. Sarah rocked and his fingers dug into her upper thighs. “Sarah, wait. Give me a second to get my breath.”
Sarah arched a brow and continued to set a steady rhythm, taking off her bra and tossing it aside as she rode him. “Why would I do that?”
“To save my sanity.” He gritted his teeth as she rotated her hips. His concentration was trained on her now-bare breasts with hot appreciation. “You’re so tight and wet. It’s all I can do not to come right this second.”
“You’ll manage.” Sarah grinned, somehow knowing it was true. David would wait for her to reach satisfaction before he let go, no matter what it cost him. He was simply that innately thoughtful. Thoughtful, inventive, funny and too deliciously sexy to believe. Oh, why hadn’t she met him in different circumstances?
If it weren’t for these circumstances you wouldn’t have met him at all. He was a gigolo, a stud, an escort. Sarah had to remind herself, again, that she’d hired David. He wouldn’t be here with her if she wasn’t paying him.
“What’s wrong?”
Unnerved that he had so quickly detected the way her body cooled at her thoughts, Sarah plastered on a smile. “Nothing. Your cock is perfect. You’re just what I needed tonight,” she said, as if she were getting nothing more intimate than a massage out of him.
Bringing her body down to rest flus
h against his, David swiftly rolled so she once again lay beneath him. He withdrew from her pussy, so far Sarah instinctively gripped his ass to keep him from leaving altogether. Her gesture was telling and it made David smile with thoroughly male satisfaction. “I’m not perfect, but this is.”
He moved back inside her in a long, smooth glide that stretched her feminine recesses to capacity. Sarah’s breath hitched at the exquisite sensation, the sense of being filled by, connected to, this man.
God no, Sarah. You’re not connected to him in any way other than the physical. Don’t be ridiculous.
“You feel that?” David asked as he stroked inside her again. His tone conveyed woozy amazement. “Do you feel how right that is?”
Yes, she did. Their bodies locked together faultlessly, as though hers had been made to accept him. Sarah had been in love with men who hadn’t given her this sense of oneness during lovemaking.
Not lovemaking, sex. How could she keep forgetting that?
Deathly afraid David would sense the frightening turn of her thoughts, Sarah made her voice, and her resolve, toughen. “Fuck me, David. Harder.”
With a helpless groan he drew back before slamming into her once more in a rough thrust. “Like that?”
“Yes.” Sarah gasped. “I want your cock pounding rough and tight inside me, over and over.”
Swearing, he did as she said, taking her body in a series of frantic plunges that made Sarah’s breath spurt from her lungs in erratic puffs. “Oh yes. Like that. Give it to me fast.”
“You talk dirty for such a lady. Is that what you’re into?”
In all her years of sexual experience, Sarah had never spoken this bluntly. But then, she’d never paid a man to fuck her before. “Yes, that’s what I’m into.”
This was fucking and she had to remember it. David was a cock with a man attached, not a person she could afford to get to know or like. That would be the most pathetic thing she could ever do.