SoloPlay: Come Again, Book 2

by Miranda Baker

  She smiled at the busboy as he refilled her water glass, and there was a telltale hitch in his gait when he moved on to the next table. “If you have any more smiles like that, send them my way,” Mark said.

  “Finish what you’ve started, Mr. Winters, and I’ll give you whatever you want.” Her voice was rough.

  “Promises, promises.”

  The waiter returned with their entrees. Penne pasta, thank God. She waved away the freshly grated Parmesan cheese.

  Her pussy was buzzing now. Not continuously, never enough to make her numb. Sometimes just long enough to take her up to the next peak, sometimes a few quick bursts in a row, almost enough to get into a rhythm, and then they’d stop. She was moving in her seat, rocking imperceptibly. Mark didn’t chastise her this time. He probably knew she had to do something to keep from screaming.

  Alisa glanced over and saw a sixty-ish woman sitting on the same banquette a few tables down the row, look over curiously. Her still-blond bob was immaculate, her eyes wide in her perfectly madeup face. The woman watched them for a minute. Then her eyes returned to her silver-haired dinner partner. She cocked an eyebrow at him. He took her hand.

  Across the room, a heavyset man wearing large gold rings on most of his fingers glanced over at their table. His young, brunette dining companion chatted endlessly.

  They must know. How could they not know something was going on?

  Alisa knew what she looked like when she was playing with herself—flushed, heavy-lidded, mouth softly open. She’d spent enough time sitting in her bedroom chair at home in front of a full-length mirror with her legs spread and her feet braced on the wall, fingers busy between her legs.

  The heavyset, ringed man’s eyes glanced off Alisa, skated away, returned to his date.

  “Good girl,” Mark said.

  She cleared her throat, tried to breathe evenly. It would be better if she didn’t rush it. She focused on Mark.

  His jaw was tight, mouth set, blue eyes blazing. He wasn’t looking at the remote in his hand. He was looking at her. Intently. As if she were the meal, not his untouched steak. As if he would like to eat her. She wanted that. She wanted him to eat her. She wanted his mouth on her pussy. She wanted him to suck her, fuck her with his tongue. The hungry, raw look on his face transfixed her.

  Alisa’s imperceptible rocking motions lodged the small vibrator more deeply in her vagina. Her body arched. A small whimper escaped from her throat. She knew she was going to come any minute. Even if he stopped the vibrations, her own subtle grind would carry her over the edge.

  The next blast went on forever. She fought to sit still and silent while her pussy exploded with wave after wave of pleasure. She was coming and he knew it. His desire fed her orgasm. She couldn’t look away from his eyes.

  Peripherally, she saw Mark do something quick and complicated on the remote. She wasn’t coming down. She could barely keep from screaming. What was he doing? A thread of panic heightened the pleasure, took her higher. Alisa felt the murmur of electricity surround her clit, the hum of vibration building inside her body. Again.

  Her nostrils flared, teeth clenched against a groan. Mark’s eyes were avid, eating up every sign of her arousal as she fought not to betray them. A quick, hard throb in her ass sent her reeling over the top again, higher, harder than before, one single gasp tearing loose from her throat, a guttural groan of swallowed exhilaration.

  The waiter was approaching their table. Mark leaned forward. “If we were alone, I would bend you over this table and fuck you. Would you let me to do that?”

  “Is everything all right, sir?” The waiter stopped at their table and looked worriedly at their untouched plates.

  Mark smiled calmly. “Everything is perfect. Would you wrap these to go? I think we’re all done here.”

  “Certainly, sir.” The waiter swept the plates off the table.

  They were alone again.

  He looked at her expectantly.

  Alisa downed the wine in her glass. “I want…I need…excuse me.” She fled to the ladies room.

  Alisa desperately hoped that the back of her dress was not stained with her own moisture. Thank God she’d worn black. It was a synthetic material, and with the way she was dripping, she was afraid she’d have cream down to her ankles before she made it to a stall.

  She needed a moment to regroup, dry off and assess the damage.

  Damage to what, she wasn’t sure.

  Why couldn’t she answer his question? Tell him that, yes, she wanted him to bend her over, take her any way he wanted, fuck her hard, make her come, use her until she passed out. Why couldn’t she speak the words out loud? What was she afraid of? It wasn’t like he was going to say no. He’d asked the question, after all, and he wanted her help with DoublePlay.

  Alisa examined herself in the mirror. Her eyes were bright, cheeks flushed, hair tangled in back from where she must have rested her head against the banquette for a moment.

  Unbelievable. She was getting wetter just thinking about the way he had looked at her. His gaze had been merciless, like she was a butterfly pinned to a tray. He had looked hungry, like a starving man at a banquet. Crystal had watched her orgasm countless times, but she had never gotten the feeling that Crystal would eat her alive if given the chance or that the space between them served to protect her.

  Alisa shivered.

  The door to the bathroom opened. She quickly ducked into a stall to dry off BodyVibe.

  When Alisa came out, the elegant, older blond woman was washing her hands, her big diamond flashing. “We used to love the drive-in,” the woman said, giving her a girlish smile.

  Alisa stared at her. The woman’s tinkling laugh pealed out in the enclosed space.

  “Darling, the look on your face is priceless! Some things never change, you know. Every generation thinks it invented fooling around.” She sighed. “I’m going to go home and give my husband the best blow job he’s had in years. You should do the same for yours. You owe him one.”

  “We’re not married,” Alisa blurted out.

  The woman glanced quickly at Alisa’s ring finger. “Oh! Sorry. Some things do change, I guess. I shouldn’t have assumed. Don’t worry, dear, the way he was looking at you, it won’t be long before he asks.” She patted Alisa’s arm. Her hands were cool and very soft. She swept out, leaving a sweet breeze of lilies in her wake.

  Alisa stared after her for a split second, shaking her head. She gave herself one last bolstering look in the mirror and pushed away from the counter before she lost her nerve.

  Mark tucked his credit card into his wallet, kicking himself for not keeping his mouth shut. He picked up their uneaten meals and decided to wait for Alisa in the lobby. That way she couldn’t slip out the front door on him. She had looked ready to bolt and he couldn’t blame her. He had gone too far but he hadn’t been able to stop himself. Watching her climax had been the most arousing thing he’d ever seen. It had taken him the entire time the check was gone to get his dick under control, and now it was leaping to attention again, just from the memory of the way her mouth had worked while she swayed in her seat, the way her eyes had glazed, the blue getting dark, darker, midnight while she stared helplessly into his eyes as she came.

  Sologirl was his fantasy woman, but her reality was far better than any fantasy. She was virtually a stranger, but because he had imagined her so many times, being with her felt completely natural. He knew so many of her secrets already, and he wanted to learn the rest of them. He wanted to discover the color of her nipples and feel how big they were. He wanted to know how long she kept her pubic hair and how it would feel beneath his fingers, his tongue. He wanted to taste her.

  But he couldn’t, he reminded himself. Not while he was paying her. His heart sank, and he wished his dick would follow suit. He now knew, vividly, that she was the right girl to test the DoublePlay line but he couldn’t do it with her, not without opening up SoloPlay Enterprises to all kinds of legal repercussions.

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p; He nodded absently at the hostess and took a seat on the bench next to an overgrown ficus tree. The door to the ladies room was in easy sight. From his side of the table, the BodyVibe experiment had been an unqualified success. He doubted Sologirl had been able to top those orgasms when she had been controlling the remote. Hopefully, she’d feel the same way and, after he abjectly apologized for propositioning her like a horny teenager, she would agree to find another partner to test the rest of the DoublePlay line.

  The door to the ladies room opened and his pulse kicked up a notch. An old lady stepped out. He breathed easily again. Immediately, the door swung open a second time and Alisa entered the hall. Her steps down the short hall were slow, and she was scowling. Mark stood to greet her, feeling like a prize jerk. She raised her face to his and opened her mouth, and he braced himself to let her speak first. He deserved whatever she wanted to say to him. He’d been an ass. Her lips trembled, but it was a moment before he heard a sound.

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Yes?” he echoed, confused.

  She stepped closer. Her soft, blond hair brushed his chin as she leaned up to whisper in his ear. “If you take me home, I’ll let you fuck me,” she said softly. The rough vibration in her voice made the hair on his arms and legs stand on end, and her breasts, pressed against his chest, made his balls throb.

  His apology died on his lips.

  The obnoxious sound of a throat clearing made him realize they were blocking the hostess stand. Mark tucked his arm around Alisa and turned to guide her toward the door.

  She stopped suddenly, gazing at the man behind them. “Eric?” She frowned.

  The throat clearer, a banker type, looked stunned. “Alisa? I didn’t recognize you.” The guy eyed her up and down, like he was trying to remember her naked, and Mark thought about crushing him. “You look different.”

  She smiled, but Mark had a feeling she was leaving fingernail dents in his side. “Really? Not so frigid anymore? Maybe I should thank you for dumping me.”

  The banker reared back like she’d slugged him. His eyes went wide and his mouth gaped. Then his gaze sharpened and his teeth snapped shut. He turned to Mark. “I didn’t catch your name.”

  “Mark Winters,” he supplied, letting a hint of laughter leak into his words. “Um, nice to meet you. Let’s go, darling.” He turned Alisa away from the hostess stand.

  “Give my regards to your wife,” she said over her shoulder.

  Eric growled, “We’re separating.”

  “Shocking,” she retorted sweetly.

  “Ouch,” Mark said as he swept her out the door.

  She took a deep breath. “I didn’t know he was married when I dated him.”

  “You don’t have to explain,” he assured her. “But remind me to stay on your good side.”

  “That’s up to you, buddy.” Her laugh was low. She rested her back against his Lexus and gazed up at him, blue eyes darkening. He wanted to see them turn midnight again, wanted it suddenly, powerfully. It was all he could do not to cover her body with his and take her in the parking lot. Of course he would take her home. Hadn’t he already discovered that he couldn’t say no to her?

  “Let’s go.” Mark took her hand. It was smaller than his and a perfect fit.

  Chapter Nine

  Alisa watched Mark’s fingers restlessly trace the seam in the seat of his car. The sight of his hand, plucking and caressing the leather, put her on the edge of her seat. His fingers were wide-tipped, blunt and strong-looking. His other hand was graceful and sure on the wheel. Exhilaration coursed through her body, a quick rush of adrenaline.

  Anxiety rolled in right behind it.

  Seeing Eric had reminded her of what a disaster sex with him had been. What if the easy part had been asking Mark to take her home and the hard part would come later, when she couldn’t have an orgasm? What if he fumbled around like Eric, unable to find her clit, rubbing ceaselessly, too fast, too slow, wrong place entirely, while she lay there, silent, arousal waning while Mark played Christopher Columbus, washed up on the wrong continent entirely?

  She wasn’t going to let that happen tonight, she reminded herself. This was research. Pure research. Crystal’s tutoring and hours spent pleasuring herself had helped her map her body. She would force herself to tell him what to do. Fate had delivered her a perfect partner, and she was determined to make the most of him. He must have some knowledge of women, for God’s sake—he had the market cornered on good looks and hot sex toys. It was possible that he might be good in bed.

  And she wanted him.

  In fact, she was heating up just thinking about what would happen when they got to her apartment. A sharp zing of pleasure made her gasp.

  “Hey!” Alisa gave him an affronted glare.

  “Sorry,” Mark said, not looking at all sorry. “I still have the remote and you looked like you were a million miles away. Penny for your thoughts. Or do you want me to zap you again?”

  “Maybe you should wear BodyVibe and see how it feels.”

  “Nope. It wasn’t designed with men in mind. We’re simple folks. We don’t need all that gear to get off.”

  “And women do?”

  “Sometimes. You girls are complicated.”

  Thinking about what he might know about women made her breath catch in her throat. “You wouldn’t have a job if we weren’t,” she said.

  Mark nodded, eyes on the road.

  “I’ll take that remote now,” Alisa said.

  “Spoilsport.” He pulled up to the curb in front of her building and parked the car. He held out the remote. As she took it, his fingers caught hers and he pulled her forward. She met him halfway and sighed as his lips took hers for the first time.

  His kiss was different from Eric’s sloppy invasion and Crystal’s deft exploration. Mark’s lips made a demand. Alisa felt like his mouth was asking her a very basic question. Do you want to come again?

  Yes. She surged into him. The remote dropped into her lap as she reached up to lay one hand on the taut column of his neck and the other on his chest. Mark deepened the kiss, his mouth moving over her lips, his tongue stroking into her mouth.

  “Can I touch you?” he asked, half speaking, half kissing, wholly arousing. “I’m dying to feel your wet heat beneath my fingertips, to stroke inside you, to feel your softness. May I touch you?” he repeated, seducing her with words again, just as he had in the library stacks. Alisa felt hypnotized by the intensity in his eyes. How had she ever thought they looked cold? They were burning into her. She nodded slowly.

  His left hand grazed her thigh, pushed her dress up, touched her bare skin. Alisa shut her eyes and offered him her hips. As his finger expertly hooked aside the crotch of BodyVibe, her pussy clenched. She whimpered as he tugged the clit cup out of position.

  “That’s it, let me hear you.” Mark’s finger coasted along her folds, slowly slid inside her. He didn’t remove the other vibrator and the fullness made her groan. He thrust in and out of her twice, using her own moisture to ease the way. She held her breath as he crooked his finger until its tip rested on her swollen clit. His hand felt as natural as her own.

  Alisa’s eyes snapped open.

  Mark Winters didn’t need a map.

  “It’s up to you, Sologirl. You’re under no obligation. Do you want me to go home? Or do you want me to come in?” It was very hard to concentrate on his words, but she didn’t need to. She would have had to be an idiot not to know what he was asking. She was poised on his finger, balanced on the edge of a cliff. She didn’t even have to jump—she just had to fall.

  “Sologirl?”

  Every word was easier. “Please come inside.”

  “Thank you.” He whispered the words against her lips and his finger slipped away from her, deftly tucking her clothing back into place.

  Mark threw open the door to the car and was around it in a flash, opening her door, taking her hand, snatching their dinners out of the backseat. He pulled her toward her building.
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br />   She had her keys in her hand, and Mark took them. He opened her apartment and ushered her inside. The slam of the door sounded loud. He locked it.

  “I need to get out of BodyVibe,” she said helplessly.

  “Let me.”

  Wordlessly, she turned and led him down the hall to her bedroom. With every step, she could feel the BodyVibe wires rubbing against her sex. The room was dim, but moonlight and streetlights lit up the bed.

  His hands skimmed her hips. She felt his fingers on the back zipper of her dress, heard it unzip. The dress fell forward, then pooled around her ankles.

  “You are so fucking gorgeous.” He cupped her breasts through the transparent spandex, smoothed her hips, reached around to cup her mound and pull her back against his erection. She sagged against him, resting the back of her head on his chest. He slid the straps over her shoulders and pulled BodyVibe down to her waist. She sucked in her breath as he peeled the electrodes off her nipples. Mark used both hands and all his fingers to rub the remaining lubricant into her breasts. Her sensitive nipples, so long deprived of exposure to air, puckered and throbbed.

  His hands on her back gently urged her to bend over. He worked BodyVibe over her hips. As it fell to the floor, the wires sprang free and hung between her legs. She reached down to remove them, but Mark caught her hands, put them back on the bed. He knelt behind her.

  She felt vulnerable, completely defenseless. The clit cup fell to the floor as his thumbs parted her folds. He tugged firmly on the wire connected to the ball in her ass and it slid out, making her gasp.

  His finger dipped between her cheeks, slipping easily around the ring of her anus, soothing, burning. “Oh, oh, ooh!” Alisa made little grunts of pleasure. Her forehead was pressed into the bedspread. When she peeked through her lids, his crisp, white shirt was framed between her thighs.

  Mark had his fingers on the last wire lead, the one attached to the vibrator in her vagina. He wiggled the wire. She twitched and bucked under his hands, trying to get something, anything to touch her where she needed to be touched. She pushed her ass up into the air, humping, grinding, asking without using words.