His for the Week

by Gaines, Alice

  She glanced up at him as if surprised. Didn’t she realize he found her beautiful? He’d told her, hadn’t he? Maybe not. Maybe he’d only criticized her for the makeup. He’d fix that the minute Dave left.

  “Okay, how about the two of you together?” Dave said. “Maybe on your deck.”

  “Sure.” Nate stretched out his hand to help Désirée up, although she could have stood very well on her own. He held on to it as they walked onto the deck and went to the hot tub.

  “Good one. Give me a little embrace,” Dave said.

  Nate tugged her close, and his nose ended up buried in her hair. Nothing artificial about it, just the scent of her floral shampoo. As the camera clicked away, Nate allowed himself to revel in her closeness. In the tall heels, she wasn’t much shorter than him, and their bodies fit together perfectly. Now fully engorged, his cock ached to thrust into her, and having their picture taken only heightened the excitement. Weird, but kind of fun.

  “How about you stare into each other’s eyes?” Dave said. “As if you were about to kiss?”

  Nate tipped her chin upward. “Is that okay with you with an audience?”

  Her eyes gleamed. “Sure.”

  So he held her that way and lowered his head a few inches toward hers. The deep red of her lipstick made her mouth resemble ripe fruit. Soft and sweet. Holding back only increased the tension of wanting and not having.

  All the while, the camera kept making its noises, a reminder they had a witness. Fine. Let Dave see how perfect they were together. Let him turn green that he didn’t have a woman as sexy as Désirée. Let him imagine what they’d do the minute he left.

  “You two have some chemistry,” Dave said.

  “Thanks.” Désirée stepped out of Nate’s embrace, and honestly, her breasts rose and fell over the top of the bustier. Pure sexual excitement, which Dave would have to notice.

  The guy was a pro, though, and didn’t comment or make a move toward her. His gaze might have fallen on her bust, but who could blame him?

  “Okay, I think I have enough of you in your room,” Dave said. “Why don’t we try some outdoor locations?”

  Damn. Outdoors meant putting on clothes and putting off the inevitable fucking Nate had planned to give her while she wore the outfit. They could re-create it, of course, but in the meantime, he had a perfectly good hard-on.

  “I tell you what, Dave.” Désirée wrapped her arm around Dave’s. “We’re going to need for you to come back. The outdoor photos have to be approved by the resort management.”

  “Will your magazine pay for that?” Dave answered.

  Nate would if her employer didn’t. But he didn’t say anything. Désirée seemed to have the situation in hand.

  “We’re going to want some shots of us at evening and night,” she said. “We can do some exteriors then or maybe in our own hot tub.”

  “Makes sense.”

  Still with her arm wrapped around Dave’s, Désirée led him toward the door. “The magazine will be back in touch.”

  Nate followed them so he could see the moment Dave had left.

  “Okay.” Dave paused on the threshold and looked from Désirée to Nate and back. “Yeah, chemistry. You guys sure have it.”

  “Au revoir,” Désirée said as Dave left. Then she closed the door and turned to stare at Nate. “Have I proved myself now?”

  “I don’t know what you mean.” If he had to, Nate could play innocent with the best of them. He’d set her a challenge, and she’d taken it.

  She crossed her arms over her chest, which did amazing things with her breasts. “You didn’t think I had the balls to wear this outfit for a photo shoot, did you?”

  “I shouldn’t have doubted you,” he said.

  Her smile turned into a smirk. “Then, I guess I get a win this time.”

  “Game, set, and match.” He didn’t move toward her but continued drinking in the sight of her. “Do you have any idea how fantastic you look?”

  “I look like I’m in one of those bow-chicka-bow movies.”

  “Exactly.”

  She cocked her head in confusion. “You like that?”

  “You know what they say,” he said. “A lady on the street and a freak in the sheets.”

  She glanced down at herself. “I resemble a freak, all right.”

  “Let’s pretend.” He walked toward her slowly. “We really are in one of those movies, and you have to act as if you can’t get enough of me.”

  “No acting there,” she said. “I really can’t.”

  “Yeah, but you’ll pout and beg me to fuck you.”

  She gave him an evil smile. “I have to beg?”

  “Just pretend you’d do anything I asked to get my cock into your pussy.”

  She bit her lip. “I could do that.”

  He put his hands on her hips and eased her closer. “Only thing we won’t fake…no orgasms that aren’t real. No moans and sighs you don’t mean.”

  “But lots of dirty talk?”

  “The dirtier, the better.” He reached around her and lowered the zipper of her skirt. As he eased it over her hips, she did a shimmy to help it down.

  Now he could step back and stare at her in the sinful outfit he’d bought to fulfill his nastiest dreams. And oh baby, did she meet every one of them. Long legs and plush hips. The bustier cinched her waist and emphasized the swell of her breasts. Here, the makeup fit, with the sultry lashes and red lips. And she’d done the porn star thing of wearing her thong over the garter belt so he could expose her sex without removing the rest.

  She struck a pose, one hip jutted. “Like what you see?”

  “I could come in my pants just looking at you.”

  “That wouldn’t be any fun,” she said. “I want to suck on your cock and then have you fuck me hard with it.”

  Holy shit. A pure sex goddess stood only feet away talking sweet and dirty while she undressed him with her gaze. He’d imagined this would feel good, but he couldn’t have predicted it would set him on fire.

  “You’ll have me when I say so,” he said. “First, I’m going to eat your pussy.”

  “Oooh.” She ran her hands over her abdomen and then down to her inner thighs. “You’ll make me wet.”

  “That’s the general idea.” He lowered himself to the floor in front of her and slowly tugged the thong down.

  When she kicked it aside, he had complete access to her sex. As glorious as feasting on her had been before, now it seemed especially sexy given she wasn’t even naked. As though neither of them could wait for her to undress but needed his tongue on her clit now.

  Still, he took his time, breathing deeply of her scent. Spice and clean woman. His lover. Then he brushed his fingers over her lips, stroking the seam and parting them. When he found her clit, she whimpered and placed a hand on his head for balance. In the stilettos, she could topple if he made her knees weak, and he planned to do exactly that.

  But enough of making her wait. He eased her pussy lips apart and immediately found her clitoris. It had hardened and now begged for his touch. On the first lick, she clutched his head and let out a cry.

  “Tell me how good it is,” he said. “Tell me how much you want my mouth on you.”

  “So fucking good,” she crooned. “More. Make me wet so I can take all of you.”

  The words, her tone, the way she wiggled set a fever in his blood. He did what she wanted, of course, putting his mouth to her pussy and lapping at her clit. She used two hands on his head as her hips moved, parting her legs and pressing herself against his face. He kept right on, pass after pass over her most sensitive flesh. Then he slid a finger inside her. Her muscles closed around it as she released her nectar onto his hand. He’d always loved pleasing a woman with oral sex. This encounter took on an entirely new meaning.

  “Oh,” she cried. “Stop before you make me come.”

  He held her hips and gazed up at her. “I want to make you come.”

  “You will, but I want your coc
k inside me. Besides…” She pouted, pursing her lips. “I haven’t played with you yet.”

  True, she hadn’t sucked on his cock so far, and he’d promised to let her. A guy had to keep his promises, right? So he rose, but before they moved on to other delights, he kissed that luscious mouth. She could taste herself on him and discover how sweet she tasted. While his lips explored hers, she reached between them and unbuckled his belt. Then she popped the snap of his jeans and pulled the zipper down.

  By now, his cock was straining against the fabric. So when she lowered herself to her knees and pushed his pants and briefs down in one move, his rigid flesh stood free. Damn, he was hard. As if he’d burst out of his skin. After all the sex they’d had already, he ought to have some control. Honestly, the woman made him wild. Beside himself with the need to get inside her. He’d have to find some restraint because he wasn’t going to miss watching his cock disappear into her mouth and feeling her suck on him.

  When she closed her lips around the tip, he let out a moan.

  “Tell me how good it is,” she said, quoting him. “Tell me how much you want my mouth on you.”

  “Suck me,” he said. “Take it all.”

  In response, she took more of him, sliding those red, red lips down the shaft. She used a rhythmic sucking to drive him out of his mind. His vision blurred as his eyes went out of focus.

  “I want you, baby,” he said. “I want to put this into you and drive you until we both come.”

  Amazing. Powerful. Irresistible. She knew her way around because she used the right amount of pressure to push him to the max and keep him there. He was going to come. A massive climax. But for now he could enjoy the blowjob of a lifetime. He started to thrust—a purely automatic reaction—and she held him with her fist while she continued loving him with her mouth. He couldn’t take much more and would have to stop her. No way was he going to come before he’d plundered her body.

  Then she reached between his legs and cupped his sac, and the world went wild. He grasped her head with his hands and pushed her away. Another minute of that, and he’d have lost it completely. “I need to fuck you. Now.”

  He had to suck in breaths and blink to clear his head as she rose. Brilliant woman, instead of the bed, she went toward the table near the lanai door. After hiking herself up onto it, she lay back and spread her legs. Oh yeah, he was going to fuck her on a table, still wearing his shirt. He was going to stand between her thighs, garter belt in place, and put his cock into her.

  He had to scramble out of his shoes and pants and head to the nightstand to grab a condom, but in a flash he was standing between her parted legs, his erection inside the latex. He guided the tip to her opening and drove himself home.

  She released a cry, and her hips jerked upward, embedding him more deeply inside her. His own personal X-rated movie, only the feelings were real.

  “Fuck me,” she said. “Do it. Hard and fast.”

  “Yeah,” he answered as he grasped her hips and pumped into her. She was so hot and tight around him. If he’d wanted to go slowly, he couldn’t have managed. But that wouldn’t have satisfied this amazing lover. She wanted all of him—as much as he could give her. So he set a driving rhythm.

  This wouldn’t last long, but it wouldn’t have to. Already she’d given him the best sex of his life, and although none had been recorded for him to watch later, it would live in his memory forever.

  She toyed with her breasts as he thrust, easing them out of the bustier and rubbing her nipples. She was perfect. Ravenous only for him.

  “Fuck, I’m going to make you come now,” he said.

  “Yes. Oh, yesss.”

  “And I’m going to come with you.”

  “Please,” she cried. “Oh, God…I need…”

  He placed a thumb just above where his cock continued to thrust into her pussy. He found her clit easily. Earlier, he’d learned she liked a circular motion over the sensitive organ, and he used it. Immediately, her body shuddered, and he used his free hand to hold her against him.

  By now his own lust had built to a level that would send him into orgasm at any moment. Hers would put him over a boundary into another universe of pleasure. He gritted his teeth and held on to his last thread of control as he continued rubbing her clit.

  “Don’t stop!” she cried.

  The signal for her ultimate moment had arrived. Yes! There. Her muscles clamped down and then exploded around him. Not fighting any longer, he surrendered to his own climax. It started in his balls and rushed through him with the force of a tidal wave. For long seconds, he rode it as he released inside her.

  When it ended, he bent over the table, his weight on his upper arms and his head buried in the crook of her neck. Holy shit, she was amazing, making him come with his entire being—mind and body. He’d had plenty of sex in his life, most of it truly great. Nothing matched fucking this woman. How in the hell was he ever going to give her up after this week?

  Chapter Four

  Before guests explore the special places at Eros’ Retreat, they’re encouraged to take part in a group session called Reveal Your Darkest Desires. The exercise is designed to free participants from self-censorship and to facilitate communication. The resort’s special places tend to produce intense emotion, and preparation can ensure a positive experience for all who enter.

  Rae had better start dreaming up a few desires for the exercise. Most of her fantasies recently had involved having Nate at her beck and call. Nice but not particularly intriguing. She might as well face the fact that what she put in her columns came straight out of her imagination and had little relation to her reality. When you got right down to it, she didn’t do dark very well. In fact, she avoided dark like the plague. Life gave you enough grief and drama without you having to make more up.

  Nate emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips and his wet hair clinging to the sides of his face. Nearly naked, he resembled a statue one saw in a museum. The ideal male figure. Tall and broad, his chest not marred by a single hair or blemish. Flat planes of muscle and smooth skin. Even his feet were sexy. And oh, what went on beneath that towel.

  He caught her staring and parted his feet to take a wide stance. Posing for her. “What’s up for today?”

  She could have asked the same question with an entirely different meaning. All she had to do for sex was crook her little finger in invitation, or so it seemed. This morning, she’d have to wait at least a little while. They had a sex-positive session to attend.

  She picked up the brochure and handed it to him. “Reveal Your Darkest Desires in an hour. Okay with you?”

  He shrugged. “Whatever the boss wants.”

  “Is that what I am? Your boss?”

  “I’m your Hook-Up Man, after all.”

  “Do you mind that?” she asked.

  “I’m at a sexy resort with a hot woman, what’s to mind?”

  She studied him. On the surface he seemed to be suggesting “Hey, I’m a guy. I don’t care.” Deeper down, he had an edge. As if he disapproved of part or all of their arrangement. Fuck that. She didn’t need disapproval from a man she was only going to spend a week with.

  “Then think up some dark desires for our session, and as much as I enjoy ogling you, you might want to put on some clothes,” she said.

  He shrugged again, went to the dresser, and starting pulling things out. Boxer shorts were the first. He dropped the towel to get into them. For a moment, she had a great view of his ass. Again, firm muscle. A reminder of how they worked as he thrust. Her mind wouldn’t get out of the gutter as long as he was around.

  With thoughts of sweet, sweet sex with Nate reverberating around her brain, she almost jumped when the hotel room phone rang. But she managed to answer without dropping the receiver.

  “Hello, dear,” her mother’s voice said on the other end.

  “Mom? How did you find me?”

  “Aren’t you even going to say, ‘Hello’?”

  Ra
e had when she’d answered the phone, but she wouldn’t debate the point. “Hi, Mom.”

  “That’s better. I called your office and asked where you’d gone on that assignment you mentioned.”

  She had told her mother about the article and that she’d be away at “a resort” for a while. This call wasn’t that unusual unless…

  “So, what’s up?” Wait and see if this was going to be a call to say hi or one of the other kinds. The short silence at the other end had her abdominal muscles clenching with tension. “Mom?”

  “Is there any chance you can come home for a bit?” her mother asked.

  “Right now?”

  “It’d be good to see you, and then…” Her mother’s voice trailed off. “I could use some help.”

  Damn it. Damn it all to hell. “What’s Steve done now?”

  “Nothing,” her mother said. Lying, of course. “We were having an argument, and I tripped over something and fell down the stairs into the front hall.”

  She’d “fallen” with Steve’s help no doubt. “When are you going to get rid of him, Mom?”

  That caught Nate’s attention because he stopped in the process of buckling his belt and turned toward her to listen in on her end of the conversation.

  “You’re so quick to judge,” her mother said. “It was an accident.”

  Right. Just like the “accident” with her father that had laid her mother up in the hospital before Rae’s tenth birthday. And the one that had blackened her mother’s eye while they were on vacation at the beach. Her mother’s sunglasses had almost hidden the bruises. Mom had finally ditched dear old dad, but then she’d ended up with another man who knocked her around and another and another. Steve was number four.

  “Did you at least call the police?” Rae said.

  “The Woodmans did. They heard the shouting.”

  Thank heaven her mother had neighbors close enough to hear and willing to do something when Steve flew into one of his rages.

  “So, he’s in jail,” her mother said.

  “Maybe jail is where Steve belongs.”

  “Trouble?” Nate said softly.

  Rae waved at him to hush him, and he stood, feet spread, arms over his chest. Looking defiant but not saying anything.