by Ellis O Day
He put is fork down. “Is something wrong?” The smug look on his face belied his tone of concern.
“Damnit, Nick. Give me the control.” She held out her hand.
“What? This?” He pulled a small device from his pocket and pressed a button.
She straightened, her hand dropping to the table, as vibrations shot through her pussy and then stopped. “Please, Nick.”
“Please, what? More?”
The egg started again and she closed her eyes, squeezing her legs together. That little toy felt so good and she was already so close.
“Look at me.”
She opened her eyes. His were dark and his face was hard with desire. He put the control on the table by his plate so she could see everything he did and then he pushed another button. The vibrations of the egg ramped up and she almost shot to her feet. It was too much. She tossed back her head and moaned, her mouth open and panting. It felt great and hot and almost painful. He moved around the table and lifted her, carrying her to the bedroom.
He put her on the bed, the vibrator continuing to send waves of pleasure through her. He undid his pants, bending her legs at the knees and spreading them wide. He grabbed the handled of the egg and removed it before pushing inside of her. She gasped, he was so hard and long, filling her. He thrust once and she tightened her legs around him, her feet on his ass, helping him to thrust deeper.
“Harder, please,” she begged and he obeyed.
The bed rocked as he slammed into her and she broke apart her fingers clasping at his shoulders as she gasped and shook in her release. He continued to rock into her, extending her pleasure and then his back arched and he groaned as he came.
He flopped onto her, but she didn’t feel his weight, only comfort. Her bones were melted, and his warmth and strength a blessing. Too soon he pulled out of her. He kicked off his pants and pulled off his shirt. He bent, removing her dress and then lifted her, placing her head on the pillows before climbing in next to her and pulling her close.
CHAPTER 4: SARAH
Sarah snuggled against Nick’s chest, struggling to stay awake. This little time they had left was precious and she didn’t want to waste one moment sleeping.
“I was thinking.” His hand ran up and down her back.
“Hmm.” Her fingers skimmed over his chest, trying to memorize the feel of him for later.
“We should talk to Ethan and extend our time together.”
“What?” Her hand froze.
“I want more time with you.”
She pulled away. She wanted that too, but she couldn’t have it. Lisa had already made plans for her last two Saturdays before deployment. She sat up, covering herself with the sheet. “I’d like the two more weeks too, but I can’t. I’m sorry.”
“Not just two weeks. I want another contract. A longer one.” He took her hand and kissed her palm.
“Oh.” She hadn’t expected that. She hadn’t expected any of this. She’d hoped for good sex but not these feelings. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”
“What? Why not?” He sat up, a look of incredulousness on his face.
“I…I can’t.” She’d told him so much about her past. She couldn’t let him get any closer. It’d hurt that much more when he left, and he would.
“Stop hiding behind Ethan’s bullshit rules.” He grabbed her and pulled her under him. “I know you want more of this too.”
His mouth came down on hers and she opened for him. Every part of her opened for him and it’d only been six nights. Another six and her heart would be open to him too.
He stopped kissing her, but stayed leaning over her, surrounding her, his strength making her weak. She touched his face, wanting nothing more than to stay there forever. The part of her that didn’t want to cry almost laughed. He’d probably never been turned down in his life. She kissed him. She had to make this rejection easy on him.
“I think, it’d be better for me if we both left wanting more.” She kissed him again. “I do want more, but—”
“Then it’s settled. We’ll talk to Ethan. I understand you can only meet on Saturdays and an hour during the week. So, we should settle on another twenty-four nights.”
“Six months?” That was a lot. She could never do that. Not that she was considering doing any more time, but she wanted to. She really wanted to, but that’d guarantee heartbreak for her and she’d had enough heartbreak for one lifetime. Plus, she had no one to watch Tank.
“Yeah.” He kissed her. It was hot and erotica and persuasive.
She pulled away. “Nick, I can’t.”
“Why?” He brushed the hair from her face.
“You only want more time because you can’t have it.”
“That’s not true. I want more time with you because I can’t imagine not having you again.”
She shook her head. “I can’t.” Her hand drifted down his chest toward his semi-aroused cock.
He stopped her before she could touch him and her heart sunk. He was going to ruin their last night together.
“You don’t understand.” He kissed her hand and placed it back on his chest. “If you want more than sixth months, that’s fine.”
“What are you saying?” Her body tensed, waiting for the pain because there was pain coming.
“According to our contract, we can see each other outside of La Petite Mort Club,” he said.
“Only if we both contact Ethan in four months requesting the other person’s contact information.”
“Exactly.” He kissed her, pressing her back to the bed.
“Four months, Nick.”
He kissed her neck and shoulder. He tugged the blanket down, clearing his path to her breasts.
She grabbed his hair stopping him. “And what then?”
He used his leg to spread hers and positioned himself between her thighs, his erection lying on her stomach and pressing against her pussy which was already wet and hungry for him.
“Then we date like normal people.” He grinned. “Not completely normal. I definitely want to play the professor again and I have some other toys that I think you’ll enjoy or should I say, Sarah the Slave will enjoy.”
A wave of lust washed over her. She wanted those things too but she couldn’t have them. He wasn’t the type to settle down with one woman and she wouldn’t survive when he left her for someone else. Her mind scrambled to convince him that this was over, but without hurting him. She could never hurt him. “You’d have to be celibate for the four months. You could never do that.”
He kissed her nose. “For you, I could.”
That was it. Tears trickled from her eyes. He wasn’t lying but it wasn’t the truth either. He meant what he was saying but as soon as he had her for a few weeks, he’d grow tired of her.
“Don’t cry, baby.” He kissed her tears. “What’s wrong?”
“You…you…don’t mean it.”
He grasped her face. “I do.”
“I don’t believe you. You said you grow tired of women after a month. A month!”
He sighed. “Not you.”
She shook her head and cried harder. If only she could believe him. He rolled to the side, pulling her on top of him and stoking her hair.
“Don’t cry, honey. I know I said that but that was before I met you. It’s different with you.”
But it wasn’t. He only thought it was because he couldn’t have her when he wanted her. As soon as he did, it was over.
He kissed her head. “This is why Ethan has these time limits. Most people move on before four months and it saves…well, heartache and breakups.”
“You’ll move on.” She said against his neck. She needed him to be honest with himself and with her.
His hands caressed her back again, dipping in the crack on her ass and pulling her against his erection. “I won’t. I’ll send a request to Ethan on day one-twenty at twelve-o-one.”
He tipped her head up so she had to look at him and she wanted to believe him. He was so dear already an
d he truly believed what he was saying, the earnestness was all over his face.
“You do the same.” He kissed her. It was gentle and coaxing. “I’ll show you I’m serious about this. About us.” His hand drifted lower between her ass cheeks, his fingers lightly skimming over her pussy.
She wanted him. This was their last night. She should tell him she wouldn’t send the request to Ethan but then they’d fight and their last evening together would be ruined. She reached between their bodies and grabbed his cock. This was better. He’d never send the request either. This way they could finish the night in fantasy like they’d spent all their nights.
He moaned as she ran her thumb over the head of his dick. She squeezed harder and did it again.
“Suck me,” he said.
She started kissing her way down his body but he grabbed her arm.
“Straddle my face. I want to eat you out while you suck my dick.”
“Ah.” Her pussy throbbed in anticipation but she didn’t think she’d be able to concentrate enough to make it good for him.
“Do it.” He swatted her ass. “Trust me.” His eyes locked with hers, wanting her to trust him in this and more.
She moved up the bed. She’d trust him in this, but that was all. Her face heated a bit as she positioned herself over his face. He’d been there before but this was more embarrassing, more erotic, because it was like she was demanding he do this instead of accepting his attentions.
“That’s it.” His hand ran up her thighs, squeezing the cheeks of her ass. “Now, lower yourself.”
She did, lowering her face to his dick and her pussy to his face. His fingers brushed against her curls as she licked his cock. He spread her lips and his tongue teased along her creases. She licked around his head, increasing her tempo with his.
“Put me in your mouth.” His words vibrated against her pussy and she shivered.
She opened her mouth wide and took him inside, sucking gently. He flicked her clit and she moaned, making him groan. She sucked harder as his tongue darted inside her and then tapped her nub again. She moaned again and he thrust up into her mouth. She caressed his balls and he flicked her again. She was so close to coming, her hips pressed down toward him but he lifted her away and sat up.
Her heart raced. She wanted his cock in her mouth and his tongue in her pussy but he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap.
“Get a condom and put it on me.”
His fingers played in her curls, keeping her on the edge as she grabbed a condom from the nightstand and opened it, sliding it down his thick shaft.
“Put me inside you.” He whispered against her ear.
She rubbed his length against her as she lifted. His hand caressed her thigh while his other hand tweaked her nipple.
“Now, Sarah. I need to be inside you now.” He thrust in her hand.
She positioned his tip at her entrance and lowered herself as he pushed upward. He nipped her ear and she gasped as he filled her.
“You feel so good. You always feel so good.” His words were thick and hot with desire, making her ride him faster.
He kissed her neck as his hand moved from her thigh to her clit, stroking and teasing as he thrust into her. She rocked against him. The feel of him inside her and rubbing against her spinning her out of control. Her movements became frantic, frenzied as she reached her peak. Her hips bucked as she came and she clenched down around him. He groaned against her neck as he found his release. She relaxed against him, resting her face against his heart. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tight. She wanted to remember this moment, the feel of him surrounding her, because soon memories would be all she had.
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Six Weeks of Seduction
Chapter 1: NICK
Nick parked his car and slipped into the back entrance at La Petite Mort Club. He couldn’t risk running into anyone who worked there. He’d been without a woman for almost one hundred and twenty-one days and he wasn’t going to spend even a minute of his first night with Sarah fighting. God, he missed her. He missed sex but more than that, he missed her—her touch, her taste, her scent. His dick hardened. Fuck, he’d probably come just looking at her.
He exited the elevator and walked to Ethan’s office. It was two minutes until midnight. He knocked on the door as he tugged at his pants which had gotten uncomfortably tight.
Terry flung the door open. “I win.” He stepped aside so Nick could enter. “Pay up.” He held out his hand to Ethan, Patrick and Mattie.
“Really? My own brother?” Nick had signed over his club membership a few months ago to his brother and Mattie had been enjoying himself immensely. As soon as Sarah agreed, he’d talk to Ethan about buying a limited membership for them so they could watch but not participate. It seemed to be working out great for Patrick and Annie. He’d never seen a happier man.
“I thought you had enough pride to wait at least until morning.” Mattie slapped a wad of bills in Terry’s hand.
“The man hasn’t had sex in over a hundred days,” said Terry. “Pride means nothing to him. His dick’s ready to explode at the idea of pussy.”
Terry was crass, but accurate.
“Drink?” Ethan stood by the bar.
“Thanks.” He’d considered waiting until morning so he wouldn’t hear the shit from the guys, but when Sarah arrived with her letter he wanted to be here. He wanted…no needed to see her, to touch her. Shit. He had to stop thinking about her or he was going to come in his pants and he’d never, ever hear the end of that.
“She ain’t here yet. So, have a seat.” Terry plopped his large frame down on the couch next to Mattie.
Nick walked to the bar and handed his friend the letter, giving Ethan permission to share Nick’s contact information with Sarah. “To make it official.”
Ethan glanced over the paper. “You’re officially pussy whipped.”
The others roared with laughter and he chuckled as he picked up his drink. Let them gloat and joke. It’d be worth it when he was with Sarah again.
“What no argument?” asked Mattie. “You aren’t even going to defend yourself?”
“He’s gone four months without sex all because of one woman.” Terry tossed back his drink and walked to the bar to refill it. “There’s no defense that’ll stand. He’s a lost cause. There’ll be wedding bells soon.”
“Now, hold on.” He had to draw the line somewhere. He wanted Sarah, a lot, but he wasn’t ready for marriage. That was a lifetime commitment. “We’re just going to date.”
“Pleeease,” said Terry. “You went without any woman for four months on the hope that this Sarah will want to see you again.”
“She will.” He had no doubt. She was as hot for him as he was for her.
“Time will tell.” Terry looked at his watch. “It’s already five minutes after midnight. I guess she’s not as eager as you are to rekindle your fucking.”
“This is Nick we’re talking about. Women love him”—Mattie grinned—“almost as much as they love Ethan.”
“They don’t all love me.” Ethan studied Nick. “I just know which ones to tempt, which ones to chase and which ones to avoid.”
“I’m happy for you, Nick.” Patrick was leaning against the wall. “Finding the right woman isn’t easy, but it’s worth it.”
“Enough with your love-sick drivel,” said Terry. “You’re so whipped you can’t see straight.”
“I know and I love it.” Patrick grinned.
Nick was glad for his friend. Patrick and his girlfriend Annie had gone through a rough couple of weeks, but they’d worked it out.
“It’s quarter after twelve.” He took a sip of his drink. She was late. He was going to wring her hot, little neck. “What time does everyone have for Sarah’s letter?” He dropped onto a chair by the couch. “I wa
nt in on the action.”
“You can’t bet—”
“Why Mattie? I’ve had no contact with her. I have no idea when she’ll arrive with her letter.” It’d better be soon because for every minute she made him wait to fuck her, he was going to make her wait double to come. Not the first time. Not even the first night or two. It’d been way too long since he’d kissed a woman, tasted her pussy, or heard her moaning his name as her hot, wet cunt clenched around him. He shifted on his seat to ease the pressure in his pants. As soon as he fucked out some of his frustration, Sarah would pay for making him wait, and he’d make sure she loved every minute of it.
Terry walked across the room and pulled a paper off the table by the bar. “Patrick has when the mail arrives.”
“You think she’ll mail the letter?” That’d take days. He’d kill her. He’d absolutely kill her.
“Yeah. She doesn’t like to come out a lot, right? Wasn’t it a stipulation in her contract that she could only meet on certain days and times?” asked Patrick.
“It was,” said Ethan.
“Shit.” He’d forgotten about that. He turned toward Ethan. “Now that you know I’m serious, what’s the deal with that?”
“I can’t tell you anything and you know it.”
“Come on.” His friend’s bullheadedness over the rules was beyond annoying.
“You know she’ll tell him everything once they start dating,” said Mattie.
“If they start dating.” Ethan glanced away.
“You’re kidding, right?” Now, he was getting nervous. Ethan knew things about Sarah that he didn’t. “She’s not married, is she?”
“No. You know that. It was in the contract.”
“I know what was in the fucking contract. I’m asking you to tell me what wasn’t.” He stood, fear and frustration getting the better of him.
Terry moved between them. “Mattie, on the other hand picked twelve-thirty.” He looked at his watch. “You lost.”
Nick glanced at his wrist. It was already twenty-to-one. Where in the hell was she?