by Kimball Lee
“They are originals built by the Perley Thomas Car Works in the 1920’s, there are only a few of these historic beauties left working the rails on the city streets today. The newer red streetcars were lost in Katrina, water damage put an end to them. On the far side of the barn is the last car left from 1890, it’s in perfect condition and handles maintenance work along the lines.” They stopped at the steps of one of the elegant green cars and William’s strong hands circled Allie’s waist lifting her onto the wooden steps. She glanced back at him and thought for sure the pounding of her heart must be visible through the thin fabric of her dress. The look of scalding desire in William’s eyes was hotter than anything she had ever dreamed of. “Ready for a private tour of my world, Miss Darling?” he said, his voice was low and rough and she knew whatever was about to happen, she would never ever be the same girl she had been in the past.
*
The streetcar pulled out of the barn with only the two of them and the conductor aboard and rambled along the rails skirting the river. The glittering mystery of the moon had replaced the vivid glare of the delta sun. Allie smiled to think of the word lunatic having to do with the effects a full moon had on normally sane men and women. She didn’t feel sane as she strolled through the vintage streetcar, her hands reverently smoothing the polished mahogany seats and reaching out to touch the polished brass lanterns. Sexy, romantic, and unexpected—the streetcar and especially the man.
“I thought you might like a private tour of the city, Allie, and a streetcar named Desire seemed appropriate somehow. We can stop and have dinner… get off and walk along the river… or stay in here and see where we end up. We’ll do whatever you feel like doing…” It took a tremendous force of will on William’s part to keep from crushing her body to his, she was so enticing and sooooo unwittingly sexy. William had added greatly to the scope of his family’s fortune by trusting his gut reactions and his reaction to Alaina Darling was unmistakable. When he thought of her or saw her face or smelled the subtle green grass and just picked tuberose scent of her hair and skin his brain shouted ‘MINE!’ Scores of women had tried to capture William Warfield time and again with their well-practiced feminine wiles, and without even trying Allie had bewitched him and he wasn’t sure if he had the will or desire to break free of her enchanting spell.
She’d finished her tour of the streetcar’s interior and now she stood before him, gazing up as he towered over her. Her eyes were wide grey-green pools he could so easily drown in, her skin was smooth as a baby’s and creamy pale with that fine smattering of freckles, oh such a girl, so fine and so willing. Her eyes implored him to take her places she’d never believed could exist. Her hair shone like a curtain of gold in the soft light from the old gas powered lanterns and before he could stop himself his hands were lost in its silky fullness pulling her to him, his forehead resting against hers as he worked to slow the runaway freight train that his heart had become. He tried to be gentle but his need for her had ripped him to shreds through the night and day he’d spent without her and he was suddenly like a teenager, eager and greedy and intent on making her his own.
Allie matched his ferocity when his mouth claimed hers in a lust-driven kiss, her lips parting, her tongue licking into his mouth. Her hands grasping his powerful arms and then settling onto his broad sculpted chest. His body was a work of art, carved from massive slabs of rock-hard muscle. Her need to feel every plane of his body was like a fire in her gut, an aching need so intense that as she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt the cloth ripped under her fingers.
He smiled down at her and said, “Slow down baby, we have plenty of time, but God, I want you too.”
His big hands slipped beneath her dress and cupped her perfect little ass, his breath catching in his throat as he lifted her. The blood was raging through his veins and he slammed her against the wall of the streetcar too hard. “I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry,” he groaned against her lips.
She moaned as his teeth tugged at her lip, her legs circled his waist and her heels dug into his thighs. “Hurt me,” she whispered, “show me how good it can hurt. You’re dangerous William Warfield and that’s what I want. It’s what I need.”
“Allie, no. I don’t want to hurt you. I want to make you ache with pleasure until you come so hard that you’ll scream my name, and then I want to do it again and again,” he whispered against the velvety skin of her neck, tasting her sweet-salty skin. His skilled fingers made quick work of the buttons on her dress and he pushed it off her shoulders. One hand reached behind her and unhooked her bra so that he cupped her bare breasts with his thumb tracing the tip of each sensitive nipple.
“Please!” she cried out as his hand skirted down her stomach, his long fingers pushing the silk panties aside and sliding over the long-neglected mound of her pussy. She didn’t care about the conductor at the front of the car, to hell with him, to hell with everything but William’s hands and his mouth and the sublime masculinity of his body.
William scooped her up as if she were light as a feather and laid her down gently on a polished bench. Her dress fell open and his breath hitched at the sight of her body so beautifully exposed and so trusting and expectant. He knelt over her, his big body molded to hers, her arms wrapped around him, her hands gripping his wide smooth/hard back, holding on for whatever decadent delight was to come. He kissed her lips, her neck and then his mouth captured an erect nipple and a shock of pain and pleasure pulsed through her. She arched toward him without thinking, a distinctly sexual response for more, wanting and needing him to continue, to go farther, to never let this erotic fantasy end.
“Ah,” she cried as he moved from one throbbing nipple to the next, lost in the nearly unbearable bite of pleasure and close, so close to the edge of orgasm. “William, please!”
“Please what, darling girl? Please stop or please more?” He said as his fingers parted the scandalously wet folds of her pussy, his thumb circling her clit slow and easy until she began to quake and moan. She was so tightly wound and yet so responsive and then she was quivering and shaking and crying out his name as he slid a long finger inside her and she came apart at the seams.
“William… William!” she murmured, her arm was thrown over her eyes and her chest heaved from the power of her climax but he didn’t give her time to recover.
His hands slid under her ass and lifted her hips up as his tongue licked over her still vibrating cleft and she was lost to reality once again. It was too soon, he knew her clit would be so sensitive she would have to ride the stinging pain for a moment until the hot erotic waves washed over her and took her beyond thought to a place where only touch and sensation and ecstasy mattered. She screamed when the power of the second orgasm hit her, screamed that it was too much and too powerful but mostly she screamed his name.
“I need you inside me, I want to feel you, I have to, please please please…” she was wild as she tore at his belt buckle and the zipper of his pants. She jerked at the waistband of his boxer briefs, pushing them down just enough so that he sprang free and she gasped at the sight. His cock was as beautiful as he was but it was a course primal beauty. Long and thick with a wide blunt head and ropey veins that pulsed with need. The need for her, she realized with sheer happiness as the large velvety head lay against the slick opening of her sex. Her hands held his face and drew his mouth to hers as he slowly pushed into the tight little glove of her pussy and they both moaned and began to move as one.
“Allie, fuck! Baby, you are so hot and so tight,” he whispered against her ear as he thrust into her. He was fighting the urge to pound fast and deep into her sublime pussy as it gripped his cock, pulsing and massaging and driving him close to the edge of losing control. “Birth control?” He growled through clinched teeth as her hands gripped his ass, her hips rising up to meet his as she ground her clit against him and he plunged deeper and deeper.
“Yes… yes, I’m good, I take that shot. Ohhhhhhh, fuck!” She shouted as his cock hit the very end of
her, pounding hard against that hidden sensitive spot that she never knew existed. The friction of his body, the feeling of his long thick cock stretching her and pushing her past her known limits was more than she could stand. She was beyond thought then, tremors shook every fiber and nerve ending in her body and she raked her fingernails down his back as the third orgasm sent wave after wave of pleasure surging through her.
“Allie, what have you done to me!” It wasn’t a question but a cry filled with wonder and supreme satisfaction as he tensed and emptied himself for long moments into this incredible girl.
When they were too exhausted to move or speak they lay twined together, her arms held him close and his weight rested against her and one word was seared onto his heart and soul—mine!
*
“Allie Darling, what a revelation you are. I’ve never heard you use the word “fuck” before,” he said, ushering her into the hotel’s elevator. He pressed her into the wall, nuzzling her neck, scattering kisses across every angle of her lovely face, his erection thick and insistent between them, lengthening along his thigh from the nearness of her body.
“Hmm, I just couldn’t help myself. Now you tell me why you changed your mind and decided to let yourself fuck me.” She said, smiling wickedly at his look of surprise when the word rolled effortlessly off her tongue once more.
“Because of your eyes. They’ve changed over the last few days. They went from doe-eyed innocence to a blatant demand to be fucked. I know that look, you were going to give yourself to someone and although I have a strict rule about steering clear of honorable young women, I couldn’t live with the idea of you with anyone else. It’s that simple, I haven’t progressed past the Neanderthal stage when it comes to you.” He said, kissing her luscious mouth as the elevator opened into the vast lobby of his offices. “Come on, let me show you where I work when you’re not disturbing my thoughts. Which means I haven’t gotten a single thing accomplished since we met.”
His offices were on what was known as the ‘Upper deck’ although it was two floors below the topmost deck of the ship. In its glory days when the ocean liner had carried passengers in ultimate luxury across the Atlantic this particular deck had housed the expansive formal dining rooms and kitchens. All of that had been stripped away leaving only large trapezoid shaped windows elegantly trimmed in gleaming teakwood. The cavernous space had been fashioned into offices and conference rooms centered on a grandiose lobby that stretched across the width of the ship from port to starboard. William’s private office was at the far end of the ship, the stern or aft most end as it was called. There was a sleek and seamless wall of pivoting glass doors that opened to a deck that appeared to float on the horizon high above the water.
“This is just wayyyyy too much, how can one man need an office this… huge? But it is amazing. Oh wow, the view from these windows is spectacular, the river, the city and I suppose that’s the Gulf of Mexico in the distance?” Allie said, taking in the priceless Art Deco onyx topped desk and vintage chrome and leather club chairs and then staring in amazement at the numerous Edward Hopper paintings that graced the walls. “My God, these are by Edward Hopper! Are they originals? Of course they are you’re a billionaire, you can afford to own art that normal people only see in books and museums.”
“I’d like to show you the view from outside and then we’ll have dinner, if you don’t have a date with Brodie that is.” William frowned as he said Brodie’s name, jealousy was a new experience for him and he couldn’t say that he cared for it in the least. In fact it made him sweat just to think of Allie working in the same office as that ridiculous idealistic law student or going on a date with him. He made a supreme effort to stop his rampant imaginings before he really got pissed off and he pushed open a glass door to the deck and motioned for her to follow him.
It was a beautiful night, the moon and stars decorated the domed black sky and were reflected on the mirrored surface of the river far below. Classic wood chaise lounges were neatly lined up on the private deck and brass railings stood solidly at the edge to prevent a plunge into the sea.
“It’s very unlike you, William. This deck, I mean, it’s far too romantic for a man who fucks and wouldn’t ruin himself with making love.” Allie said, leaning against the polished railing to peer down into the reflective river and nearly losing her balance.
“Hey! Be careful, its long way down and if you break every bone in your body how will I be able to make… How will we have another chance to finish what we started earlier?” He asked, steadying her as she faced the water, his chest against her back, the implacable strength of his arms holding her still. The wind caught and lifted the hem of her dress and his hands moved to her thighs, caressing her sensitive skin as she pressed against him, her arms lifting to cradle his head as his lips brushed her cheek and then the edge of her mouth. “You’re so sweet, so irresistible, Alaina. Should I make you scream my name again… and again… and again?”
His hands pushed her legs apart and she gripped the brass railing and shuddered when his fingers tore her panties away and gently massaged the stingingly sensitive clit he had so recently ravaged. She wondered at the mystery of it all as her newly awakened pussy quivered and pulsed toward yet another orgasm. How can this be real, how can this happen all of a sudden and out of the blue? It was all too easy, her coming to New Orleans, meeting William, sparks flying, and the orgasms that had eluded her for so long were multiplying, one after the other, like magic.
“William!” Was all she could manage as the monumental climax that had built and built exploded and tore through her as her hands let go of the railing and her legs gave way.
He caught her and swept her up into his arms covering her face and her lips with tender kisses as he carried her into his office. He sat her on the edge of his desk and as she struggled to catch her breath he sent pens and papers and files and phones flying to the floor with a swipe of his arm. Then he leaned her back and spread her legs and she cried out in shock and sheer bliss as his mouth worked yet another kind of magic.
Later on they lay tangled together on a sofa in the vast open lobby of his corporate offices, talking, laughing, never losing touch. How they ended up in the lobby they weren’t quite sure and they didn’t care to know. It had been a night of mind-blowing sex, their libidos were in perfect synchronicity, they agreed on that.
“We should get up and put some clothes on before the janitor or one of your employees walks in on us. Look, the sun is rising, I’m going to my room and try to get a couple of hours of sleep before work.” Allie said, standing up and following a trail of her clothes and shoes until she had gathered them all while he watched her with a smile.
“You’re incandescent, it’s like you’re all lit up on the inside,” he said, pulling on his pants and shirt but never taking his eyes off of her radiant face.
“I’ll just bet I am— glowing that is. William, I want to thank you for a night that was so far beyond incredible and I doubt that I’ll ever have such good luck with sex again.” She said, blushing although she didn’t know why, the man had seen every inch of her up close and personal over the last hours.
He caught her in his massive arms and crushed her to his chest brushing her silky hair aside he kissed her deeply. “That had nothing to do with luck, Alaina, your body was made for pleasure, your own and the man who’s fortunate enough to have your attention.”
“No no, sex is not my thing, believe me, I’ve been told. And it’s true, I know it for a fact, I’ve never been able to… I mean I’ve never had an orgasm…”
“Wait, what? You’ve never had an orgasm before? Allie, you’re little pussy is tight as a glove and sweet beyond belief, but I didn’t think you were a virgin.”
“Oh, good Lord no! I had a semi-serious boyfriend at Berkley and we… you know, we had sex and all but he was… sort of a fast finisher. So there wasn’t much time for me to warm up and he really didn’t want to exert himself since I wasn’t very responsive…”
“Okay, let me make it perfectly clear— I’ve never had an orgasm when a man was inside the same room with me.”
“I’m speechless, that’s incomprehensible. You’ve wasted your time with boys, Allie, I won’t let you make that mistake again.”
“I appreciate the great sex and the multiple orgasms, William, I really, really do. But I don’t need you to be my pimp any more than I need you to be my keeper. You’re not the boyfriend type, you said so yourself and I need to get that through my head because I know you’re right. You can’t change overnight or in a few days’ time— it’s just not possible. So, maybe I’ll call you up sometime for casual sex. Goodnight, I mean good morning, William, and stop right there,” she said as he walked toward her, his hands already missing the feel of her body. “I’m sure I can get to my room safely on my own.”
*
“Hey boss, you look like a kid who didn’t get what he wanted on Christmas morning. What’s going on, William?” Tanya asked. She stood over his desk searching for a file she was sure had been on top of the stack the day before. “What the hell? Did you shuffle every file and document on your desk? I had everything in order and it looks like a tornado hit it. Well, your problem can’t be Marisa because I handled that psycho nut case and it cost you plenty, don’t even ask how much. I hope you learned your lesson about having sex with women who might have a tendency to get attached to you. Lord, Marisa was a drain on my system, promise me you will not let that happen again. Oh good grief, are these your boxer briefs?” She asked, shaking her head as she fished them out of a potted plant. “I don’t even want to know who you stayed up with all night long. Damn, boss. Here’s some free advice from me to you, fuck in the much needed anonymity at The Cathedral or pick a sweet southern belle and get married. I promise, in the long run it will save you a lot of grief.”