by Mia Moore
This was the first time we had actually been alone together. He was tender, almost loving to me. What a contrast to Nick who insisted on dominating me when we were alone.
He used his key to let us into the apartment and held my hand leading me to the bedroom. His fingers were gentle removing the shirt. Cupping my face with his hands, he kissed me again.
“You’ve come a long way from the impoverished student who propositioned Nick and me in the bar that night. I’m glad you’re happy. You probably know that Lotus was vying for the GM position. She’s good in an operational way but she lacks your warmth. Clients and staff are drawn to you. That’s more important.” He pulled the coverlet on the bed back and tapped the mattress with his hand, an invitation for me to get in.
I lay down on the bed and moved to the center when I saw him bend to join me, still wearing his trousers. He reached for me and held me, my head resting in the crook of his arm. This was a tender side of Dev that I hadn’t experienced yet. It was comfortable being with him.
To Be Continued in Book 5: Love and Lust
Book 5: Love and Lust
Chapter 1
The sun was high, showering golden rays of light into my bedroom when I finally woke. My hand swept across the smooth cotton surface—the only hint that Dev had slept there was the faint scent of his musky cologne. What a night it had been. I stretched my legs and my hand fdrifted to my pussy as my mind relived the orgy.
It had been an erotic tangle of naked bodies on the mat, hands caressing my breasts and ass while Tom fucked me hard. And his wife Sophie had loved watching us, while Dev fucked her. Actually she had seemed more entranced by Dev giving her husband head, as had I. No wonder men liked watching girl on girl so much. Maybe it had something to do with the fact, that a member of your own sex, just KNOWS, how to touch you right.
I was still wet from all of the sex last night. My finger slid easily over my clit picturing Dev’s cock. It was thicker than Nick’s but shorter. A different sensation of being completely stretched but without the yummy ‘ow’ feeling when Nick’s pressed against my cervix. It was hard to say which was better. I’d just have to keep sampling and doing a taste test.
Oh my God, what was happening to me? Sure, it was Sunday and it didn’t really matter what time I got up or even if I stayed in bed the whole day. As delightful as my fingers felt rubbing my clit, I was missing something and I knew what it was. Mason had been pretty hard when I brushed against him at the booking yesterday. Who wouldn’t be, seeing a hot blonde getting off with three guys, fucked up the ass and pussy while giving head? Talk about being filled up with delicious cocks.
Would Mason be working today, like last Sunday? And if I called downstairs to see and maybe ask him up, would that be sexual harassment? He was hard to figure out, a bit moody. As much as I was tempted my better angels cautioned to leave that one alone…for now.
I got out of bed and went into my walk-in closet. There were all kinds of sexy outfits hanging there. Surely, if Nick had outfitted me so well, he might have thought of sexual toys for my needs, when he wasn’t around to service my pussy. There was a bureau tucked under the corsets hanging. I opened the top drawer and could have kissed Nick. There were massage lotions, balls on a string and best of all for my mood right now, a large black vibrator with little flaps of silicone just above the phallus part. I pushed a button and watched the cock rotate while the flaps buzzed at its base.
I took it into the spare room where all of the mirrors were, and laid on my back on the bed’s cool surface. Above me in the reflection, I watched my legs spread and my hand holding the tip of the rotating cock against my opening. My breasts looked huge with the nipples dark and hard. I pushed my hand upward, sliding the black cock in and out of myself. The vibrating flaps touched my clit sending fresh spikes of pleasure through me. How long could I lay here teasing myself, delaying the orgasm?
The sensation of the rolling cock, buried to the hilt was of being stretched and full, especially when I tilted it upward to find my G spot. Now, it felt like I needed to pee but I’d learned from Ginger that this was proof that I had hit my mark with the dildo. The pressure was building as the vibrator part flicked across my clit. My breath was fast, heart beating hard in my chest when I pulled the vibrator from my clit, before the orgasm overcame me.
The fingers of my other hand left my breast and wandered lower than where the cock filled my cunt. I pressed against my asshole and slid a couple of fingers inside. The sensation was hot making me want more. I slipped another finger in and began to pump them in and out. Oh my God. I couldn’t withstand all the stimulation much longer as I pictured Nick and Erik sandwiching me. I pressed my clit onto the vibrator while fucking myself with the cock and with my fingers in my ass.
“Ahhh….” I screamed overcome by wave after wave of bliss. The muscles of my ass tightened on my fingers as I thrust forward, arching upward. Above me I saw my face, eyes half closed, lips parted as I experienced the pleasure. I looked sensual and sexy. Why, if I was a man, I’d want to fuck me. I collapsed on the bed and withdrew my fingers and the big black cock.
Ginger had orgasmed when she wore the strap on fucking me. There must have been a vibrator in it teasing her clit giving her the closest sensation of what a man must feel like when he fucks a woman. Maybe I would borrow it and fuck her with it, to see what that was like.
I closed my eyes for a few minutes lounging in the aftermath of pleasure. What would I do today? Nothing from Nick or Dev at this point so the day was my own to enjoy.
It had been a while since I’d gone running in the fresh air.
I got up and went into the bathroom to shower and clean the vibrator. After five minutes of nearly scalding water pummeling my head and body, I emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a fluffy white towel. My feet padded into the kitchen to make coffee and grab an apple from the refrigerator.
As I dressed in a sports bra, T shirt and spandex shorts I munched on the juicy apple. Since I’d arrived at Eros Inc., I’d taken many bites of forbidden fruit. How many more were there?
I slipped my feet into runners, tied them tightly and went back into the kitchen to gulp down a coffee. With my hair tied in a ponytail high on my head, no make-up, dressed in running wear, I could be the girl next door. No one would ever guess what kind of a nymphomaniac I was becoming.
I filled a water bottle and flew out the door, locking it then doing leg stretches in the hallway before racing down the stairs.
The only person I saw was one of the cleaning staff, a woman whose name I had learned from her employee file and photo. “Buenos dias Juanita. Como es?”
“Muey bien.Que tengas un buen día.” Her dark eyes opened wide above a smile as broad as her face.
I waved, went out the door, my feet flying down the stone steps. It was a glorious day for a run. I’d almost forgotten the simple pleasure I’d always felt when running outside along the streets.
As I ran, I was conscious of the fresh air, trees and old mansions I passed along the way, no traffic to interrupt the silence. After a few minutes I rolled my eyes when the throb of a motorcycle became gradually louder. I could sense it slowing down, following me. What the hell. C’mon, get going. This was unwelcome and annoying.
I turned my head, mouth scowling to see who it was, about to wave my arm for them to go by. Mason’s white teeth grinned out from a face that showed a dark shadow of whiskers.
“Hey! Want a ride? It’s faster than running.” He pulled up alongside me where I stood bending at the waist, hands on my thighs catching my breath.
“Hey yourself. I didn’t know you were a biker.” I gulped air looking at the shining chrome and black machine between his legs. I turned my head away to hide a chuckle when the thought popped into my head—I wasn’t the only person with a black machine between my legs that Sunday morning.
“Okay. So you think I look funny on this hog.” The familiar scowl was now on his face as he cut the engine.
“Not funn
y actually. Sorry I wasn’t laughing at you. In fact the bike suits you. Kind of mysterious, even dangerous.” I straightened, standing over him.
“Ever been on a bike?” He swung a blue jeaned leg over the back of the motorcycle getting off .
“I went out with a guy in high school who had Honda motorcycle. It was fun.” I watched him grin and shake his head, putting his hands on his hips. The muscles on his tanned arms gleamed below the sleeves of the black T shirt. There was a frayed hole in the thigh of his pants just below his crotch that I tried not to think about.
“That’s not a bike. That’s a sewing machine on wheels. The only company that makes real bikes is HD. That’s Harley Davidson for you neophytes.” His lips closed while his eyes smiled, daring me.
“Is that so? I’ll be sure to let my high school friend know, if I ever run into him. Are we going for a ride or are you just talk?” The words were already out of my mouth when the double entendre hit me.
He openly smiled at me. Evidently, he was fast on the uptake; the sexual meaning hadn’t escaped his attention. “I’ll give you a ride that you’ll never forget. The question is, do you think you can handle this muscular machine pulsing between your thighs?”
I looked down at the sidewalk and shook my head, my lips a tight grin. Okay, two can play this game Mason. I looked up at him and walked close to the bike, stroking my fingers softly along the leather seat. “It’s so smooth and big and it’s all yours. But it doesn’t have grab bars for my hands. Now what can I hold onto with my hands? My legs will be spread too wide to grip your ‘muscular, pulsing machine’.”
“Stop. You win. I’m going to have a, ahem, difficult time swinging my leg over the bike to get on again.” He opened a compartment at the back of the bike and took out a helmet for me.
As he placed it on my head, his fingers moving to snap the strap closed, I looked up into his eyes and whispered. “I hope I don’t get your seat wet, with my, ahem, sweat.”
He closed his eyes for a second and his fingers were still as he held the strap against the underside of my chin. “Cerise…this is becoming painful. You want my full attention on the road, don’t you? It’s going to be hard…I mean difficult, to drive with your hot crotch touching my ass. And I swear, if your hands wander from my waist we may have an accident. Promise me you’ll be good.”
“I thought guys who drove Harleys were tough as nails and could deal with anything, even when girls grip the wrong handle.” This was fun to flirt and torture Mason who’d given me such a hard time in the limo last week.
“Look honey, you wouldn’t be the first girl to give me a hand job riding behind me. You’d just be the prettiest. Besides which, you’re my boss. Behave.”
He snapped the helmet shut and stood back when I lifted my leg over the seat, climbing on. He swung his leg in front of me and was soon settled, pulling the bike to center it and start the engine. I slid my hands around his waist, feeling his taut, muscular torso. A clean soapy smell filled my nostril when I eased my head close to his back.
Like a waking lion, the engine let out a growl before roaring down the deserted street. I had forgotten the one aspect of riding a motorcycle that I’d always liked—the vibration of the machine against my pussy. Now it would be difficult for me to keep my hands off his crotch, as heated up as I was getting.
I gripped his waist tighter and laid my face against his back, closing my eyes and enjoying the ride and being with him.
We had driven for almost a half hour and were now out of the city turning into a small airport. I recalled the Flight lesson book he had been reading last Sunday when I joined him in the car.
We rolled into a parking spot next to the small building and he turned his head to ask. “Trust me?”
“Sure, you didn’t kill me on the way out here. Why?” I watched him get off the bike and remove his helmet.
“I have ten hours left of flying to do before I can upgrade my pilot’s license. Want to go up with me for an hour?” He held his hand out to help me off the bike. My legs still trembled from the vibration of the ride.
“I’ve never been in a small plane before. Big planes scare me. Are you sure you know how to fly one of those?” I turned and looked at the silver planes on the wide tarmac. My stomach was tight as my eyes widened. Was he serious? Me, get into the cockpit of one of those mosquitoes?
“You can wait down here, or run home. It’s up to you, but this is a story you can tell your grandchildren. Believe me, you’ll love it and yes, I do know how to fly.” He was smiling at me, daring me once more.
“Okay. But no stunts, please. True, I only had an apple to eat today but you’ll be wearing it if you try anything stupid.” I removed my helmet and handed it to him.
“In that case, I’m buying you lunch after the flight. So what did you think of the Harley? Better than that sewing machine in high school, right?” He started to walk to the door of the building and placed his hand on my arm for me to walk with him.
“Yeah. I can see why Harley is the dream ride. I think I had two orgasms on the way here.”
His head swiveled to look me in the eye, to see if I was joking. “Only two? I’ll have to hit more potholes on the ride back.”
I laughed as he held the door for me to enter the building. There was a large room with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the tarmac. On the other side of the building a man sat behind a counter, reading a magazine.
“Hey Scully! Which tin can am I taking up today?” Mason grinned and walked to the counter. “I have a passenger today.”
Scully put the magazine down and flashed a warm smile at Mason and me. He reached behind him and grabbed a key from the rack behind him. “ Here y’go Mason. Number three is all gassed up and has just been checked out. I’ll need you to sign this release Ma’am, if you’re foolish enough to go up with this cowboy.” He pulled a sheet of paper from under the counter and placed it before me.
My eyes shot from Mason to Scully and back again. What was I getting myself into this time?
“It’s just a formality to protect the flight school. Honest lady, you’re in good hands with Mason.” He smiled at me and placed a pen on the paper.
I scanned through it and scratched my signature on the bottom, swallowing hard in a throat that was suddenly dry.
Mason took the key and gave a small salute to Scully before taking me by the arm and hurrying me out the door. He looked at the planes parked. “There it is.”
The planes were all the same--four seaters with a Cirrus logo at the front under the pilot’s station. My earlier comparison seemed accurate seeing them up close--they did look like giant mosquitoes. I took a deep breath and followed Mason who had broken into a trot.
He stood at the bottom of a small set of stairs leading up into the plane waiting for me. As I passed him, I made the sign of the cross muttering “Our Father, who art in heaven...”
He laughed and gave my ass a playful swat as I climbed the steps. “Smart ass.”
I took a few steps and was now in the cockpit. There were two small screens, buttons, levers, two handles of a steering column and a panel filled with small round gauges which I assumed was the temperature, speed, altitude etc. I eased by the panel and took a seat next to the pilot’s. It was pretty comfortable. Great. If I went down in flames, at least I’d have a comfortable ride.
Mason squeezed my shoulder on the way by and sat in the pilot’s chair. He began flipping levers, checking the instrument panel and started the engine. God. There was only one propeller on this plane. What if it failed? Try not to think of airplane disaster movies, Cerise. Be calm.
There was a man waving a red flag, pointing out to a long runway and we started moving forward. I looked at Mason, noticing the serious concentration in his dark eyes and closed lips. This was it. We accelerated, speeding along to the end of the runway. Just as I thought we were going to end up in the grass at the end of it, the plane lifted. We continued climbing and I finally got up enough nerve to look o
ut the window at the earth below. Cars and trucks were transforming into tinker toys as the patchwork of different colored fields evolved.
He was right. This was amazing, seeing the world from up here, free as a bird. I turned and placed my hand on his arm. “Thanks for talking me into this.”
My knees went weak at the smile on his face when he turned to look at me. Maybe it was because he was a pilot, with my fate in his hands, but right now he’d never looked better. The smooth jaw line with the hint of stubble, his full sensuous lips, dark eyes and the way he filled out the T shirt and jeans—was having an effect on me.
“Do you take all the girls you pick up on your Harley up for a plane ride?” For a guy this hot to not have a girlfriend was unthinkable. I had to find out.
“Just the boss lady ones.” Again that smile.
“Seriously, I don’t know much about you. Do you have a girlfriend, family, even a dog?” My fingers still rested on his arm.
“I’m more a cat type person. You have to work for their respect and affection.”
“Really? I thought all you had to do was open a can and they’d come running. The only affection a cat has is for its own well being. I’m more the loyal dog type. They’re always happy to see you, no matter what. But you dodged my question. Nice try.”
His face was serious now, when he looked at me. Uh oh, had I touched a nerve? Was the scowling Mason going to show up?
“No girlfriend at the moment. There was a girl for a few months until she learned that I work at a sex club. She wouldn’t believe that all I do there is tend bar. And that’s going to end as soon as I get my license to fly.” He turned away to check some gauge and I could feel the plane climbing higher, see the wisps of cloud vapor flit by the window.