“If we’re going to have any more fun tonight, sweetheart, you need to slow down.” He chuckled at my pouty expression, but tossed the shot down his throat. Picking up the bottle in one hand, he held the other out for me. Buzzing enough that the consequences of taking that sexy hand didn’t matter, I let him pull me up. “Ladies, you don’t mind if I steal her away, do you?”
A sudden pang of fear hit me when they all laughed and gave him the go ahead. My eyes shot up to his and the possessiveness in that look make me shake from head to toe. His quick wink down into my upturned face made me feel a little safer, and I pressed myself against his side. “I’ll have her driven home later.” Leading me out of the room, I was having a hard time breathing again as we walked on.
I didn’t understand where he was taking me, and definitely didn’t think the restaurant was this big from the outside. “Where are we going?” I squeaked out the words in nervousness, and he stopped moving, then turned to face me.
Walking forward with me stepping back, he had me against the wall quickly. With his gorgeous body pressed against mine, whatever air I had, left my lungs and I looked up at him not sure if I was excited or terrified. Bracing his hands on either side of me, one still holding the bottle of whiskey he searched my face. “Somewhere we can be alone and I can give you what those eyes are begging for sweetheart. That okay with you?”
Was it? Biting my lip hard, I knew what he was asking, and even slightly inebriated I wasn’t sure I could go through with it. He was beautiful, no doubt about that. “I don’t know.” My words were breathless and I looked up at him, hoping they didn’t disappoint.
“Nothing’s going to happen that you don’t love, Erin. On that you have my word. Don’t be afraid sweetheart, all I want is to show you how good I can make you feel.” His hips pressed into mine, and I wasn’t naïve enough to not know that hardness I felt against my stomach was his dick.
“I’m not good at the sex stuff. You’ll be disappointed.” I wanted to reach down my hand and stroke it, which probably wasn’t the smartest idea.
“It’s not about my pleasure, although I’m sure you aren’t giving yourself enough credit. Let me show you how good we can be together, and I’ll worry about my needs.” He lowered his lips to mine, licking across the seam until I opened, and then delving in to massage my tongue with his.
Whimpering, I wrapped my arms around his neck, enjoying the sensual kiss, willing to let him do whatever he wanted. When he broke it, I wanted to yank him back. “Yes?” His free hand grabbed my ass, pressing me against his hard length and I nodded, not sure I could speak. “I can’t wait to make you feel good, sweetheart.”
He backed up, grabbing my hand again and walked out a door in back. I was a little shocked when he led me over to a golf cart, helping me slide in before taking the driver’s side. He followed a well-lit gravel driveway from the back of the restaurant, and we drove for almost a mile. My eyes widened as a beautiful mansion appeared out of nowhere, and he drove to the front door.
“You live here?” I didn’t see him as some rich guy, but I guess that was prejudiced of me. He looked like the type that would ride a motorcycle, or run a tattoo shop, but this house said he was more like my friends and swimming in cash.
“Me and my roommates. You’ve met Brandt. Chef Noah, and three other guys share it with us.” It made a little more sense how they afforded this luxury with six men together. The place looked big enough to house a dozen people easily, if not more. Three stories tall, with gorgeous landscaping and brick sandstone, it was impressive.
He walked around to my side, and offered his hand, which I nervously took. “They won’t mind you having company?” It was a stupid question, because obviously he was a grown man, but I was getting more nervous.
Chuckling, he shook his head no, and continued leading me forward until we climbed the stairs, walking through the huge front doors. This was an impressive bachelor’s pad, I thought as I walked across the gleaming marble floors, and took in the decorating which had to be done professionally. Even my aunt’s place didn’t look this nice and she was a stickler for perfection before her illness.
Walking me up a large set of stairs, I could feel my heart pounding as I instinctively knew we were going to his bedroom. Once we reached an ornate door and he twisted the knob, I tugged back slightly trying to decide if I was ready for this huge plunge. I knew if I walked inside that room he’d expect me sleep with him.
“Don’t be nervous. I promised you’d enjoy this night. Trust me.” His smile was convincing, and okay hot as hell, so I took that step. Once inside, he shut the door behind us and I was staring at a bedroom that screamed I’m waiting to seduce you. A large king-sized bed filled the back of the room, covered with some silky red comforter and huge black pillows.
“I think I need another drink.” Or to get the hell out of here. I didn’t understand what to do with a man like Dane, and was sure I’d bored him in five minutes.
“Or you can let me give you that massage I promised.” His smile was wicked, and I wasn’t sure letting him touch me was conducive to keeping my innocence. Not that being a virgin was this huge deal. Screw it, I wouldn’t allow my fear to dictate my path tonight.
“Okay.” I barely whispered the word, shaking in my shoes as I agreed to what I knew would be more than just his hands on my body.
He winked, and that smile was brilliant on his tanned face. “There’s a robe in the bathroom, go make yourself more comfortable while I set up.” I knew getting undressed would do nothing for my confidence, but I all but ran in the direction he pointed toward before I told him I didn’t understand how to do this. He didn’t need to know about my little quirk, and hell he probably didn’t care anyway.
Shutting the door behind me, then locking it for good measure, I told myself not to freak out. Walking over to the long marbled counter, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. What I saw? A woman scared of her own shadow, and who’d spent her life living for others and never taking her own needs into consideration. Tonight was for me. Was it wrong to give my body to a man being paid to please me? Who was I to judge?
Stripping off the dress, I neatly piled it on the counter, then added my panties to the mix. Looking around frantically I found a washcloth, deciding a little refreshing might make me feel more confident, and I took care of the important parts. I used the restroom, stalling for a little more time, and then decided I was being childish as I stalled. Dane was paid to make this good for me, and I would put my first time in his hands. Grabbing the robe off the hanger on the door, I slid it on and tied it securely.
The thing was white, plush and covered more than my little dress had, so after several deep breaths I forced myself to turn the doorknob and walk back out to join him again. He had the covers turned back and several bottles of oil set up on the nightstand. Turning his smile would have tempted Eve herself, and I wasn’t a saint by any means.
chapter five
Pleasured
Dane
The robe swallowed her tiny form, and she looked adorable standing there nervously. Most women that came to my bed had confidence and knew what they wanted, I wasn’t sure that was the case with Erin. No doubt in my mind she was a passionate creature, but that side of her seemed repressed and I wasn’t sure she was that great of an actress.
Holding out my hand to her, I was certain she wasn’t acting then, considering she was shaking and not meeting my eyes. My world wasn’t a place you saw her type often, and honestly I knew I’d play her differently than the others that had graced my bed. Taking the lead would be a new experience for me, I hadn’t done that since my high school sweetheart. She’d turned out to be a two-timing bitch but initially she was shy little wallflower like this one. Debbie had never been innocent. She used that game to sucker guys like me in and tossed us aside like unwanted pets when her needs had been filled. For me, I’d been the guy to make the star quarter back jealous, and it worked because they got married before senior year ende
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Thinking about her pissed me off, and I didn’t need that with Erin needing my attention. Working the knot free on her robe, I undid it and would have pulled it apart if her hands hadn’t stopped me. Looking up into those beautiful emerald eyes, what I saw there was fear. That shit so wasn’t allowed in my bedroom. “Hard to give you a massage through the robe, sweetheart.” I kept my tone gentle, because the last thing I wanted was her to fear me.
“I. Um. Didn’t leave my underwear on.” Was it even possible for a grown woman that looked like her to be that innocent? Sure as fuck seemed so. That blush on her cheeks wasn’t faked. Shit, what did I do to make her feel safe?
“I’ll turn my head, and you can climb in bed and cover your ass with the sheet.” Definitely a first in my line of work, and I hoped that was enough to give her the confidence she needed. It would be a long night if I couldn’t talk her out of the robe. This girl had dated some serious idiots if they didn’t have her comfortable with her body.
She bit her lip and nodded, and like the gentleman I wasn’t, I turned to give her privacy. I was smiling because I hadn’t had this much fun with a woman in well? Shit, forever? Waiting until her soft little voice told me she was ready, I turned back and grinned wider. She’d only left her feet and head uncovered and I knew some cajoling needed to happen before I let my magical hands get to work.
“I’m going to adjust this a little, but I’ll keep you covered.” Lowering onto the bed, I saw her tense, and wondered again what the hell was wrong with men in her world. She acted like a scared child, ready to jump off the bed and run. Definitely not where I wanted her mind at the moment.
Taking deliberate care to keep most of her ass and the top of her thighs covered, at least now I had room to work. Her head was turned toward the table, and those eyes watched me carefully as I poured some warm oil into my hands. Getting her relaxed was top priority and I brought my fingers over to her shoulders, gently working the tension from them with a skill I knew she’d enjoy. Nick had moved his girlfriend in with us for a year, and she had studied the art professionally, teaching me everything she knew. I could have probably passed the test for licensing myself now.
We’d both fucked her, but he was into that ménage shit, and to be honest the woman was good for him. He’d screwed up his chances with her by taking on outside lovers, which was something they’d agreed not to do without each other. I still talked to Vicky sometimes, but Nick was off limits to him after his cheating. I found the whole thing ridiculous but that was their business.
Working the oil lower on her back, I focused on all the tension, carefully massaging it away before moving to the other side. She was moaning softly, and obviously my talents were going to good use. Her skin was baby soft and creamy, not a mar to the perfection of my landscape. Finishing her back, I added more oil to my hands and started at her calf muscles. Such beautiful legs, and I’d always been a fan of petite women. Working my hands upward to her thighs, she relaxed under my touch, and I smiled.
Keeping it impersonal, I added more oil and finished her other leg, this time raising until my hands slid under the towel, slowly caressing that perfect ass. She tensed slightly, but as I continued those muscles eased under my touch. For someone so tiny, she had a nicely rounded ass, and I enjoyed having my hands on it.
Lowering my head to her ear, I whispered softly. “Ready to turn over for me?”
All that relaxation left as she looked up at me wearily and I knew I had to put her at ease again. “I’ll keep you covered up sweetheart. You have muscles there that want to be worked out too.” What I wanted was to turn her on, and that would come as soon as she was back in that mellow state again.
Nervously she grabbed the sheet, trying to keep covered as she turned over. I got a quick glance at her huge tits though, and knew a quick moment of delight. The woman was stacked and my perverted heart sang. Nothing I loved more than big boobs, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands and mouth on them.
Carefully arranging the sheet to only cover the essentials, I went back to the oil, covering my hands. Working out her arms gently I gained her trust again and she closed her eyes as the pleasure sank in. I knew moving too fast would freak her out, so I kept things at such a slower pace, she’d soon be aching for me to do more. Massaging her other arm, before saturating my hands again to do her legs, I was so hard my cock felt ready to explode. Reminding myself this was about her pleasure was getting harder by the minute, literally!
I inched my hand up her thigh, getting close to that hot little pussy but not grazing it. It took all my willpower to resist as I moved over to her other leg. Starting on her calf again, I used measure movements until she was moaning softly again. I loved that little mewling sound and couldn’t wait until my head was between her legs so I could hear her cry of pleasure. Doing her other upper thigh, I allowed my hand to bump against that hot heat, and her intake of air, told me she was ready.
“I can pleasure you more, if you trust me. Can you do that for me?” I’d never had to encourage a woman to let me please her before, and the irony wasn’t lost. They paid me to give them this, but she didn’t seem like any I’d had.
Nibbling on her lip again, something I was learning she did when she wasn’t sure, she nodded. Pouring oil in my hands, I came back over her, lowering the sheet from her tits. Fucking Christ, they were beautiful. I had to get my hands on those huge mounds, and I took both in my hands. Working the oil into her dusty rose colored nipples, I felt them harden, and knew this made her feel good.
She was so responsive and those noises as I massaged her almost made me come. Lifting their weight in my hands, I was in heaven, and had to have a taste. Luckily all the oils I used were edible, but I wouldn’t have given a shit in that moment if they weren’t. Lowering my head I sucked her in deep, pleased as hell when she pushed up deeper into my mouth.
That soft cry of pleasure told me all I needed to know, and I suckled harder. There was the passionate woman I’d been waiting to see, her hands gripped my head holding me against her, and it was on. Moving to her other breast, I bit down lightly on that stiff nub and obviously that was even better for her. She stiffened and cried out and unless I was sorely mistaken, she came from the contact, I was rarely wrong.
Lifting my head I looked into her startled eyes, and there was no doubt of the pleasure she felt. Erin was beautiful before but looking like this? I’m not sure I didn’t fall in love with her a little bit for a minute. Shaking that stupidity from my head, I wanted to see more. I’d never had a woman come from tweaking her breasts. I had to slow things down or I would fuck her before I’d given her all the pleasure her friend paid for.
Lifting my head I reached for the bottled oil again, drenching my hands, and smiling deviously before I moved them down her abdomen. Most women I fucked had their pussies shaved, but she was just nicely trimmed. It was hot. I liked the soft downy curls and felt like they could give more pleasure when used to my advantage. Running my oil soaked hand over them, I liked the glistening but wanted to feel those sweet little pussy lips. Sliding down, I was shocked when her legs slammed together, refusing me entry.
“Open up for me sweetheart, this is the best part of the massage.” Grinning at the beautiful blush on her cheeks again, I slowly inched in as she gave me a little room to work with. Rubbing languidly over her silky smooth folds, those creamy thighs of hers opened wider, and there was no doubt she enjoyed my touch. I knew just how to touch her, and teased up the sides of her slit, avoiding her clit to prolong the play. Her hips were arching off the bed within moments, begging me with her body for what I was refusing to give, direct stimulation.
Those juices covered my fingers and I used them to my advantage to keep her lubricated. With the oil she was soaked and whimpering helplessly as I teased her without giving the pleasure she longed for. Leaving her throbbing pussy for a moment to grab the bottle of oil, with my fingers I spread those folds wide and squirted the oil onto her needy clit. Her hips bucked up as she
found release from the action, and I was in awe.
I was a god again, giving her pleasure and feeling right at home. “That’s so damn beautiful.” Tossing the bottle aside, I moved between her thighs and my mouth descended on that perfect pussy needing a taste of the cream her body flooded with. Spearing deep with my tongue she tensed, but I wasn’t allowing her to hide from the goddess within. Keeping her spread wide I fucked her with my tongue almost savagely, demanding she give in to what I gave, and not relenting once iota.
Soon she was bucking against my face and I suckled, plunged, and nipped that hard clit until she came again, screaming my name. Damn straight it was my mouth making her come! Only when she tensed at over stimulation did I give her a reprieve. Sliding up to catch her lips, I kissed her deeply, wanting her to know how sweet she tasted. She pulled back looking at me with startled eyes for a moment, then kissed me back. Breathless by the time I broke away, those eyes were wide and overwhelmed with desire.
“I never knew being kissed there could feel so good.” I chuckled at her awed words and pulled her against me. She’d definitely only fucked around with boys. What man didn’t love eating a good pussy out? Hers was so sweet I could enjoy dining out every night. Swiping that errant thought away. I wanted more than just a taste.
“You ready to have me inside you?” That damn fear was back in her eyes, and I had to wonder had someone hurt her before. “I promise it will feel good sweetheart, even better than me going down on you.” Some fucker needed an ass kicking, but that wasn’t my place. Her nod of consent was all I needed.
Sliding out of the bed, I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the zipper down, and quickly took them off. I didn’t wear underwear, hated that shit, and her eyes focused on my cock with an awe that made me smirk. Stroking my cock for her benefit, not because I needed to get it hard, it was standing at attention already. I watched as she grew tense again. No doubt in my fucking mind now someone had done a number on her. Climbing back into bed, I pulled her into my arms and hugged her tightly.
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