Crimson (Red Panty Diaries, Book One)

by Tielle St Clare

  She managed to keep the words to herself but it was by sheer strength of will. The image of her kneeling naked at his feet, his cock in her mouth as he groaned and gently fucked her lips overwhelmed her brain. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her fractured nerves, trying to think of something to say. The picture of her kneeling naked before a clothed, gorgeous Rain made speech impossible.

  The man didn’t like her, she knew that. He rarely spoke to her. Even when she asked him questions. But it probably didn’t matter to Rain at this point. She was naked and on her knees. That was enough for some men.

  She had to admit, she wasn’t thinking logically at the moment. The sexy bowtie hanging loose around his neck, the perfect way the tux fit his body…oh yeah, she could definitely be led down the path to temptation by a man like that.

  Except she’d vowed never to date another cop. And she worked with Rain, so this was a bad idea. A really bad idea and she was going to get up, put her dress back on and go find some safety pins to hold the bodice up.

  “Stand up.” His low command shot through her as if it was a hundred fingers stroking her all at once, moving in concert until she was ready to come—with one simple order. She wasn’t going to obey his commands, she told herself, but the challenging look in his eyes made her pussy clench with need.

  Gulping in a breath, she pushed back on her toes and stood, the dangerously high heels making her almost as tall as him.

  Rain stepped forward, coming closer until the hard tips of her breasts brushed against his chest.

  Desperately needing oxygen to counteract her swirling thoughts, she took a long, deep breath. The movement tickled her nipples against his shirt and sent new shivers down her spine. It joined the resident jitters in her pussy and deepened the ache.

  “I, uh, I—” She looked up, finding the courage to face his stare. She’d expected laughter when he’d turned around, mockery, sarcasm. Never would she have expected sexual heat and sensual commands. Commands her body wanted to follow.

  Rain’s eyes bored into hers, silencing her attempts to explain. He stepped back, crossed his arms across his chest and stared, assessing her coolly, until Cait began to squirm. She struggled not to hide behind her hands. But standing there, under fluorescent lights, she felt every one of her extra ten, fifteen pounds. The pounds she’d battled all her life and was firmly resolved to get rid of some day.

  “You’re not to move unless I tell you to, Caitlyn.” His tone was so firm—almost reprimanding—and the sound curled into her body, heating her from the inside. Liquid trickled down the inside of her pussy lips and she was thankful she’d worn real panties. A thong would have done nothing to capture her moisture.

  “Now, turn around. I want to see your ass.”

  The band constricting her chest moved up to her throat. Her ass? No way. Hours on the stair climber and it was still too big.

  “Turn around, Caitlyn. Let me see you.” The power in his voice was too much for her to ignore and slowly she turned. Her knees trembled so hard she was surprised she didn’t fall as she faced away from him. “Lovely.”

  She tensed as a single hot finger ran a path down the center of her spine, sliding over her panties, teasing the split between her ass cheeks with a delicate touch. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I can imagine feeling this pretty ass pressed against me as I fuck you from behind. Holding your hips so I can plow deep into your cunt. You’ll feel every inch of me that way.” His finger made the return trip up, setting fire to that thin line of her back.

  Her weakened knees wavered and she grabbed the coat rack to steady herself. She held on as he stroked her. It was such a light touch, there was no way she should have felt it as deeply as she did, but every whispered caress of his finger seemed to slip beneath her skin and warm her pussy. Her back arched forward, not to escape him, but to press her ass back. He grunted as she connected.

  “Oh yeah, baby, we’re going to get to that…but later.” His voice was close, his lips teasing her ear as he spoke. “When I have enough time to fuck you. Because once I have that sweet ass pressed into me, I’m going to ride you long and hard.”

  She whimpered, unable to control the sound or the images in her head. The wicked words were creating palpable sensations in her body, until she wanted to bend forward, beg him to fuck her, just as he said—hard, deep, long.

  She knew it made no sense—moments ago she’d been telling herself to ignore him and now she was practically naked and aching to feel him inside her.

  “Turn around, Cait.”

  Prying her fingers from the coat rack, she completed the circle, turning around to face him. He tilted his head and placed his lips against her ear.

  “You didn’t flinch when I mentioned sliding my cock into your mouth.” Her chest rose and fell in fast, deep breaths, trying to keep up with the pounding of her heart. He placed a single kiss right below her ear, warm and tempting. “Do you like the idea, Cait, of me…fucking that pretty mouth?”

  She swallowed and licked her lips. She couldn’t just admit it, could she? Admit that seconds before the dress mysteriously fell off her body she’d been thinking about just that, about having him over her, kneeling before him.

  “No, that wasn’t—”

  His teeth grabbed her earlobe and bit down, a touch of pain, just enough warning to make her gasp.

  “Careful. Bad little girls who lie get punished.” He licked the spot he’d bit, soothing the mark. “Good little girls will be rewarded. Now tell me, Caitlyn…” Her pussy fluttered as he used her full name. No one called her that. It sounded so formal, so sexual coming from his mouth. “Do you want to suck my cock?” He punctuated the question with a slow lick up her neck.

  An invisible band squeezed her chest. She couldn’t lie. At least not yet. Not until she learned what his “punishment” entailed.

  “Yes.”

  She shivered and licked her lips. It had been a long time since she’d felt comfortable enough with a man to suck him off and she missed it, loving the power of a man’s cock in her mouth. And something told her that this was a man who knew how to enjoy a blowjob.

  She shifted her gaze and met his. Deep green sparkled back at her. There was a hint of amusement to accompany the heat she saw. But there was also a dare. He didn’t think she’d do it. The challenge made her nipples tighten even more. The sharp ache sent another delicate shiver down her spine.

  She leaned forward, letting the hard peaks of her breasts brush against his chest as she whispered her lips across his—just a touch, not letting him capture and control the kiss as she knew he wanted. It was barely a taste, but she wasn’t going to suck a guy off if she hadn’t at least kissed him.

  He tried to follow her, wanting to deepen the kiss, but she drew away, sinking down, placing tiny kisses on his chest as she knelt. Her hands grasped the waistband of his pants, hesitating, teasing him with the possibility that she might pull back.

  She smoothed her hand down the front of his tuxedo trousers—and gasped as her palm connected with the hard, thick cock behind the material. Surprise had her looking up and Rain smiled down.

  “It’s all me.” The arrogance was seemingly justified, so she let it pass. The question was, did he know what to do with it? Or was he one of those guys who thought because his cock was big, all he had to do was make it available? She stared into his lust-warmed eyes and hoped like hell his momma had trained him to be a gentleman. And that he knew how to treat a lady. Because she was determined to have that thick shaft inside her—at least once. Twice if he was a good boy.

  Her lips pulled up in a smile—laced with the sensuality Rain hadn’t seen before tonight. Fuck, where had all this sex come from? At the office, Cait acted as if she were carved from ice. Here, it was pure liquid heat.

  Rain stared down at her and waited, daring her to follow through and actually take him in her mouth. He could command her to suck him, hell, he probably would, but first he wanted to see how far she was going to take this. When he’
d said he wanted to feel her mouth, he’d meant a kiss—but if she was willing to take it further, so was he.

  He glanced at the door and saw it had an automatic lock. Good. They wouldn’t be disturbed.

  A wicked twinkle glittered in her eyes. This was a woman who knew how much power she held when she had a man’s cock in her mouth. She undid the top button of his fly. She pushed up high on her knees and opened his zipper. His cock pressed against the material as if sensing release. Her soft groan whispered across his skin as she pushed his trousers and briefs down, freeing his cock.

  A soft gasp escaped her lips. Her tongue fluttered along the inside of her lip as if she was anticipating the taste of him.

  Fuck, was there anything more seductive than a woman who wanted his cock?

  Her fingers tripped lightly across his skin, petting his shaft as she freed it, holding it, cradling it in her hot hands. She leaned forward, her eyes focused on his cock. Her tongue flicked out and licked, the softest brush as if she was sampling his flavor. The delicate caress sent a wicked spike into his groin. The edges of her mouth curled up in a smug smile.

  Rain widened his stance and held still, determined to let her have her way. Though it went against his nature to give up control, he had an idea that if he let her lead, at least for a little while, he would be rewarded.

  Her hands cupped him, holding him in perfect position to slide between her lips. Instead of opening wide and taking him inside, she laved her tongue across the underside of the head, a promise of more. She smiled up at him and winked. That dangerous glow still in her eyes, she leaned forward, burying her face in his groin. She licked the base of his shaft then trailed her tongue up the full length of his cock, one long hot stroke. The wicked caress sent a spike of fire up his spine.

  He gripped the counter behind him, holding himself upright. Fuck, one little lick and she’d weakened his knees. Wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock, she opened her mouth and stroked her tongue across his soft skin, hot and wet, tiny licks as she traveled back up the full length. Her soft hand slipped between his legs and cupped his balls, light and elusive, breathless touches that made him want more.

  Sensation overwhelmed him. The heat of her breath and tongue on his cock, her fingers taunting him, promising, but holding back deliverance, and the sight, fuck, the sight of her, hair coming loose from the ugly bun at the back of her head, her pretty pink lips leaving wet trails as she wove her spell around his shaft.

  His good hand clenched but Rain resisted the urge to grab the back of her head and shove his cock between her pretty lips. He wanted to fuck her mouth, to slide deep until she couldn’t take any more, until he was too much.

  But she continued to work his cock, long luscious strokes, the licks of a woman who enjoyed her task. He couldn’t pull his gaze away, catching her eyes now and again as she played with him. She knew the power she held and that power called to something deep inside Rain. Some masculine energy wouldn’t, couldn’t let the temptress completely subdue him.

  “Careful, honey, when I have you tied to my bed, begging to come, I’ll remember this.”

  It didn’t look as if his threat had any impact…except to make her tease him more. She licked and tasted, leaving hot trails that felt as if they were brands on his cock. It was as if she was marking him, claiming him for her personal use. And fuck, there was nothing he could do to resist, no way he could convince his body to pull back from such seductive pleasure.

  As if to reward him for letting her weave her magic spell, she finally opened her lips over the thick head and slowly pushed forward. The sight of her pretty mouth swallowing his cock, compounded by the pure pleasure of her tongue as she accepted him inside, made his balls draw up tight to his body. He was about to come. He ground his back teeth and fought the sensation. He wanted more, wanted to feel her sucking him before he gave in.

  “Damn, Cait, you—”

  The doorknob rattled and Rain felt Cait tense. He put his hand on the back of her head and held her in place, watching the door, assuring her and himself that it was locked. No one would see Cait naked, his cock half-buried in her mouth—those sights were meant for him alone.

  After a moment, the intrusion disappeared and Cait pulled back, light, compelling suction following as she retreated. It was just enough to make him want more, to want to move hard against her. She looked up, her eyes twinkling with feminine power. She knew. And she loved it.

  He reached down, plowing his fingers through her hair, loosening the knot at the back of her head even more. He held her in place, limiting her movement, silently warning her that she was no longer in charge. She didn’t realize who she was dealing with. He would take her and fuck her until she begged. Until she pleaded to—

  The sharp grate of metal on metal yanked him from his fantasy as the roll-up window beside him rattled and shook. Protective instincts he never knew he had came to the forefront and he pressed Cait’s head against his thigh, shielding her beneath the counter as the metal panels slid up. Mrs. Warren appeared in the opening.

  “How’re things coming?” she asked in her breathless, commanding way. Rain’s mind locked onto one word. Coming. Damn, a couple of good pumps in Cait’s mouth and, yeah, he’d be coming.

  “Fine.” Rain nodded to add power to his answer. He glanced at the room behind him and realized they hadn’t done much to improve the situation since they’d first walked in. But hell, he’d gotten distracted.

  By the woman currently kneeling at his feet. Even as he thought it, she flicked her tongue out and lapped at his cock. The dainty caress almost made his knees crumple. As if she sensed that, Cait moved close, resisting his attempts to keep her away. She swirled her tongue along his erection, creating random, wild patterns across the underside of his cock.

  His mind zeroed in on the strokes of her tongue, trying to understand the pattern, though he knew it didn’t matter. All that mattered was she was there, ready to suck him off. If only he could get back into her mouth, he could come. Fuck those pretty lips until he spilled inside her.

  “You don’t look like you’ve made much progress.”

  “Huh?”

  Rain knew that wasn’t the appropriate response, but damn, Cait’s tongue was creating too many distractions for him to focus on what was “appropriate” or not.

  “Where’s Cait?” Mrs. Warren asked.

  “Uh, she’s around.” Close. So damn close. He fought to control the words in his head. As if she’d grown confident that she wasn’t going to be seen, Cait eased out of his grip and guided the tip of his cock to her mouth. He didn’t dare look at her, but was sure she was smiling. Then she stopped teasing and took him inside, sliding forward, her hot wet lips closing around his cock. He was thick and she wouldn’t be able to take much, but damn, even just sinking the first few inches into her mouth was pure heaven.

  “She’s such a great girl, isn’t she?” Mrs. Warren said, leaning on the counter and chatting as if they were old friends. “So helpful.”

  “Helpful,” he repeated, his brain starting to short out as Cait pulled back, sucking lightly, her tongue fluttering along the underside of the head. Damn, she was about to help him into collapsing onto the floor.

  “But did you see that hideous wedding dress?”

  The dress. Fuck. Casually, he let his eyes dip down. Somehow as they’d moved in their sensual little circle the dress had come with them and was currently bunched up beside his feet.

  “Yeah. Pretty hideous.” His words were merely to keep up with the conversation. Cait seemed to take offense and he felt the pressure, the warning of her teeth. She didn’t actually bite him, but the threat made him choose his next words carefully. “But she looks great in it.” And out of it.

  Mrs. Warren nodded and looked down the hall. “That she does.”

  Cait’s teeth released their tentative hold and she lashed her tongue across his flesh, rewarding him for his compliment. Taking a chance, Rain glanced down. Bad idea. The sensat
ion of her sucking him was enough to make his head—and cock—explode. But the sight of her lips stretched wide, her eyes sparkling as she looked up, drawing back and taking a breath before she took him deep inside again, made him want to fuck her mouth. Hard.

  Rain grabbed the counter, fighting the urge to thrust against her slow sucks.

  “Well, I won’t keep you from your work any longer,” Mrs. Warren said. “The others will be here in a few minutes, and goodness, I think this thing might come off.” He nodded—his mind latching onto the fact that she was leaving him. “Oh, there’s Bernie. I’ve got to get her going on the prizes.” With a wave, she stalked away, her focus shifted to her next victim.

  Rain barely waited for her back to turn before he grabbed the rolling metal grating and dragged it down. The action pulled him away from Cait’s mouth. He returned quickly, sliding his hand behind her head and realigning them, cock to mouth.

  “Take it, Caitlyn,” he commanded as he pressed the head to her lips.

  Cait groaned as his fingers tightened on her scalp. She could feel the tension that gripped his body. So much power—at her disposal. Wanting to tease him just a little more, she lapped at the head of his cock, capturing the drop of pre-come that decorated the tip. He nudged the head against her lips, silently asking for entrance, but she only offered another lick.

  She smiled when he growled, but something told her he was near the end of his rope and she didn’t want to push him further. She could easily find herself bent over the counter, his cock pounding into her.

  She whimpered as the image filled her head, her pussy throbbing with the need to be fucked. Sinking into the sensual feast before her, she sucked Rain back into her mouth. He was thick and would make her pussy ache when he fucked her.

  He drove his fingers deeper into her hair, scattering the remaining bobby pins she’d used to hold her bun in place. He began to rock, pumping his shaft in and out of her mouth. She closed her eyes and succumbed to his rhythm, sucking each time he retreated, luring him back in with every lick.