Burn . . . Erotica Volume 2

by Jade Stone

  We’re all over each other now. I release my mouth from hers as she throws her head back, and my mouth meets her neck. Jackie moans and grips the back of my head as I suck around her neck and caress her tight ass.

  I let my mouth lead lower, down to her chest, and I raise my hands to her tits. I rub my hands over her yoga top as she continues rubbing the back of my head, her hands running through my hair. I pull up her top, and her amazing breasts pop out. I immediately take one in my mouth. Her nipple hardens under my tongue as I suck it hard, savouring the taste and feel of woman. I have missed it for so long. Now I just have to taste her pussy. I release her delicious tit from my mouth.

  “Stand up,” I command hoarsely.

  As soon as she stands up, I tug down her yoga pants and g-string, revealing more silky white skin and a small strip of auburn pubic hair leading down between her legs. I knew she was a true red head.

  I push her against my table, then hoist her up so her ass is sitting on top of it. Jackie kicks off her running shoes as I hurriedly peel down her pants till I get them off. I position myself between her legs and she wraps them around my neck, slowly parting them for me as I kiss down this beautiful naked woman’s thigh. I get whiff of her intoxicating scent as I get closer to her pussy, all pink and folded between her milk white thighs at the end of her red strip of hair.

  I finally meet that pink flesh, and I sink my mouth into it. Jackie moans as I part her folds with my tongue, her wetness seeping out. I swirl my tongue all over her hot, pink wetness, flicking her clit and diving in and out of her, eating her pussy like I haven’t eaten pussy for years and years, which I haven’t. I can’t believe how much I have missed this.

  She digs her fingers into my scalp as I eat her out, and I run my hands all over her beautiful white thighs and stomach. Her clit starts to swell beneath my tongue, and I can feel her starting to tense all over. I flick my tongue over her clit faster, hearing her breath match my rhythm, then her legs tighten around my shoulders, and her back arches as she cries out. Her pussy pulsates as she comes in my mouth, her wetness flooding all over my tongue.

  When she finally relaxes, I lift my head. I look at the beautiful naked woman sprawled out on my table, her legs hanging over the side. I realise my own panties are drenched, and I haven’t even orgasmed myself yet.

  I am about to say something, but Jackie rises from the table and plants her mouth on mine, giving me a passionate kiss as she raises her hand to my chest.

  Soon we are fully making out again, and Jackie pushes up my sports bra, caressing my tits with one hand as her other hand reaches lower, down inside my yoga pants. Her tongue flicks over mine as her fingers meet the wet flesh inside my pants, her index finger finding my clit right away. I gasp at the immediate pleasure that hits me—fuck, this girl knows what she’s doing. I gasp again as her hand goes lower and she slips two fingers inside me.

  Jackie’s lips unlock from mine and my head falls back as she fucks me with her hand. I go to touch her pussy as well, but she has other plans for me. Instead, she pulls my sports bra over my head, then takes her fingers out of me and pulls down my yoga pants. I didn’t bother putting on any shoes this morning, so I easily step out of my pants, just as she drops to her knees. I stare down at her as she looks up at me, her demure eyes full of naughtiness, and reaches around with both hands to grab my ass.

  I hold the edge of the table as tightly as she holds my ass, while her mouth hungrily meets my pussy. With my other hand, I grip the back of her head as I stare up at the ceiling, feeling my eyes glaze over. I become overwhelmed with pleasure as she skilfully glides her tongue all over my wet, pulsating pussy.

  Then I feel her hands rise to my hips, and she starts to nudge me toward the table. At first, I don’t know what she has in mind, until she manoeuvres herself behind me and pushes a hand down on my back.

  I bend over the table as she gets between my legs. Her mouth meets my pussy again from behind as her hands rise up to my ass, which she caresses while she eats me out. Then I feel her tongue rise up to my asshole. My breath catches in my throat as I feel her tongue sink into my most intimate place.

  I melt into the table, my arms outstretched and my hands gripping the edge, as this woman takes me to a place in the pleasure palace I have never experienced. Her tongue swirls all over my asshole, dipping in and out, then sliding back down into my dripping folds, flicking my clit and diving in and out of my pussy.

  I can’t take it anymore; I cling to the edge of the table as I start to shudder. But Jackie doesn’t let up—her tongue flicks my clit from behind harder and faster than ever, and I start to shake.

  I almost snap off the edge of my dining table as I explode in her mouth, and she holds my ass down as I convulse all over the table top. I hit my tiered cupcake stand, causing some of them to fall off.

  When I eventually calm down, I feel Jackie rise behind me, and she takes a seat on one of the chairs.

  I finally raise my head and look back at her. She sits in my chair, still completely naked, holding a fresh cupcake. She sinks the decadent cake into her mouth as she eyes me.

  “These are so delicious,” she says sultrily. “I am so looking forward to eating more of them...”

  I slowly rise up from the table as I grin at her.

  “And I’m really looking forward to eating more of yours...” I reply. “How about another glass of champagne?”

  Jackie winks at me.

  “You betcha.”

  I finally get my breath back as I enter my kitchen to fetch another bottle of champagne, and I grin to myself.

  I am really going to enjoy this fundraiser.

  Champagne on Ice

  I’ll admit, I don’t really like a fuss. I’ve never had a birthday party. I am not the type to throw a big celebration in my own honour. If I ever get married, it will be in a registry office. But when not one person acknowledged my twenty-fifth birthday, I felt like shit. Here I was, a quarter of a century old, and not even my parents remembered.

  By eight o’ clock that night, I had only an hour left on my shift at the Italian restaurant where I work as maître d’, so I briefly checked my phone to see if I received even a single text from someone saying Happy Birthday. Nothing. I slinked back to the front, where I could see two men waiting. I passed a family on the way who were having a birthday celebration. The wine was flowing and the birthday cake was almost gone. They were having a great night. I forced myself to smile toward them, then greeted the two men waiting to be served, who asked for a table for two for dinner. I was so absorbed in my own self-pity that I barely took note of their faces, so I got a bit of a surprise when one of them said my full name.

  “Natasha Francois-Louis?”

  I looked up. The man smiled at me. Lots of customers greet me outside work, but no one knows my last name. Especially a double-barrelled French name.

  “Yes?” I replied, trying to remember who he was.

  “Rick Berkley. I’m Lucy Berkley’s father; you used to come play at our house years ago.”

  I almost fell over. Oh boy, did I remember him...

  “Oh my...!” I replied, still startled. “Yes—it’s been years! How are you? How is Lucy?”

  I was glad he only remembered me coming over to ‘play’ at their house, because as Lucy and I got older, we used to sneak out to smoke weed and meet boys. I hadn’t seen Lucy for at least seven years. Rick told me she was working as a lawyer in New York now. So, she had become a lawyer; she always said she wanted to be one. I had always wanted to own my own restaurant, but I hadn’t gotten there yet.

  We exchanged further pleasantries as I showed Lucy’s father and his companion a table. Aside from a bit of grey on the sides and a few extra lines, Rick had barely changed since I last saw him. He still looked great. To me, he always looked like he could be part of the Kennedy family—he had the same hairline as JFK, and a stunning white smile. He’d celebrated his fortieth birthday when I was about seventeen or eighteen, so I guessed he wa
s about forty-seven or forty-eight now. As a teenager, I always thought he was extremely handsome, though I never mentioned that to his daughter.

  He introduced his companion, who barely acknowledged me. His companion looked even less interested as I told them the night’s specials. They ordered their meals, and I left them to it.

  I only had forty-five minutes to go. I couldn’t wait to get out of there and get drunk by myself.

  No one else came in to dine after Rick and his friend, so I sent the other wait staff home and cleared the rest of the tables myself. All the while, I kept an eye on Rick. He certainly looked dashing tonight, with a sharp black suit and white shirt without a tie. I remembered back when I used to go over to his place to see his daughter—he was so good-looking, and always friendly. Friendly in a good way to a teenage girl, never in a creepy manner. You get good at differentiating the creeps from the good ones, and Rick was definitely not a creep. To be honest, I had always fancied him.

  I had been single for over a year, and apart from a very forgettable one-night stand with a customer eight months ago, I hadn’t been laid for ages. Every time I went past Rick’s table, I got a whiff of his aftershave, and it almost sent me into a trance. Last I heard, he had split from Lucy’s mom about two years ago. I hoped he would continue coming in here after tonight.

  While I was taking payment from one of the last customers, I saw Rick’s companion throw his napkin on the table, then get up from his chair. He stormed past me on the way out, slamming the door as he left the restaurant. Obviously, that meal didn’t go well.

  I fare-welled the customers, then wandered over to Rick’s table. He looked tired.

  “Everything okay?” I asked him.

  He smiled grimly at me.

  “Let’s just say, you win some, you lose some,” he replied.

  I knew Rick was a successful businessman who ran some sort of export business. I guessed that was a potential deal that didn’t happen.

  “I really need a drink, though,” he told me. “Something strong. You choose.”

  I brought him a whiskey on the rocks.

  “On the house,” I told him.

  “That’s awfully kind of you, but I don’t mind paying.”

  “I insist,” I replied, smiling at him a bit longer than I needed to.

  I was about to go back to my duties when he spoke again.

  “Hey, isn’t it your birthday today? I remember you were exactly a month older than Lucy.”

  I stared at him. I remembered he had quite an uncanny memory for names and dates, but I certainly never expected him to remember my birthday, especially after so many years.

  “Wow,” I said. “Yes. It is.”

  “Happy twenty-fifth,” he said, raising his glass. “Why are you working tonight? You should be out celebrating. Or at least dining in here instead of working, like them.”

  He gestured to the table that was there for the birthday dinner. Apart from Rick, they were the last customers left. I shrugged.

  “I’m not really into celebrating birthdays.”

  “Well, at least allow me to buy you a drink. Will you sit down and have a drink with me?”

  He looked me straight in the eye as he said it. I had no choice but to sit down. My knees had gone weak, and there was a burning sensation between my legs that I hadn’t felt for a very, very long time. I took the seat opposite him, and tried to swallow, but my mouth was full of cotton wool. This older man was so sexy it was hard to think.

  “So what’s a French girl doing working in an Italian restaurant?” he asked.

  Was it my imagination, or had his voice suddenly become lower, and huskier...? I managed to reply, but not in the sexy manner I attempted.

  “Don’t worry,” I said, trying to swallow the cotton wool in my mouth. “I’ll be opening my own French restaurant before I’m thirty.”

  “I think you will be very successful. I remember those dishes you made at my house when you cooked with Lucy from time to time, especially that salmon en croute. My, my, that was something...”

  I blushed. I was glad it was dark, and that I’m black. I was really impressed by how much he remembered.

  “Why aren’t you a chef?” he asked.

  “I love cooking, but I hate working in kitchens,” I replied. “I cook for pleasure.”

  “Well, you certainly gave us a lot of pleasure at our house,” he said slowly, smiling, swirling his drink. “With your amazing cooking skills...”

  In the candle light, his face looked more handsome than ever. My heart skipped a beat as he held my gaze. I saw my boss, Marco, come out of the kitchen. Marco was the head chef, and also the owner of the restaurant. Rick waved him over. I looked at him. Why was he waving my boss over?

  Marco stomped over to our table, looking pissed off, as usual. He also would have wondered why I was sitting with a customer.

  “It’s this special lady’s special birthday,” Rick informed him. “Please bring us your best French champagne on ice.”

  Marco looked at me.

  “You didn’t tell me it was your birthday,” he grunted. “I would have given you the night off.”

  “It’s no big deal,” I replied. I was not used to this sort of attention.

  Rick turned back to me as Marco left to get the champagne. He started speaking in French. I remembered that he used to do that when I was a kid, too.

  “A beautiful girl shouldn’t be alone on her birthday. And why is a girl as beautiful as you single? These young guys ’round here must be crazy.”

  I felt the heat rise in my face to a new degree. I couldn’t speak French fluently—my father is French, but my mother is African-American, so we didn’t speak it in the house very often. But I understood what he’d said. How did Rick know I was single?

  “Who says I’m single?”

  “Otherwise you wouldn’t be working so late,” he replied, in English. “Or, if you do have a boyfriend, you should find a new one.”

  I laughed awkwardly. I had never been good at flirting with men, or talking with men in general, which was probably why I was single. It probably didn’t help that I was also an only child.

  “No, you’re right,” I replied, laughing awkwardly again. “There is no one waiting for me at home.”

  “Unbelievable...” said Rick, looking straight at me. My breath caught in my chest.

  Marco returned with the bottle. As he poured our champagne, I felt Rick’s knee brush mine under the table. The heat he had caused in my face soared throughout my body, peaking between my legs. I felt my panties start to dampen. I watched as the champagne splashed into the glasses. Where exactly was all this leading? I hoped it would go beyond a glass of champagne, but I had no idea how to lead it further. I hoped Rick was planning beyond it.

  Rick and I clinked glasses, and I brought mine to my lips. I was so nervous I swallowed far more than I was supposed to, gulping in a very ungraceful manner. Thankfully, Rick didn’t appear to notice. I hadn’t eaten anything for over six hours, and it went straight to my head.

  “So, where are you going after this?” I asked, eyeing him.

  “Straight home to get drunk, and to try not to think about that deal that just fell through. What about you?”

  “I was planning to do the same,” I replied. “Want some company?”

  I was taken aback by my own brashness. Rick gave me that stunning white smile of his.

  “It would be my pleasure, Natasha... When would you like to leave?”

  I got another whiff of his aftershave, which engulfed my nostrils and seemed to set me on fire. I was now burning between my legs.

  “How about right now?” I asked.

  Again, I was shocked at my brashness. It really must have been the champagne on an empty stomach. I’d now had two and a half glasses. I noticed he hadn’t answered my question... Feeling sheepish, I raised my eyes at him over my glass. Rick smiled. Was that a yes? He downed the last of the champagne in his glass and rose to his feet. He extend
ed his hand to me.

  “Now sounds perfect, mademoiselle... Shall we proceed?”

  I put my hand in his, somehow managing to stand. My knees had turned to jelly at his touch. He started to lead me to the front door. I think I saw Marco give me a wave goodbye, but it didn’t really register.

  “Are you still in the same house?” I choked out.

  “No, I moved out of there when I split from Lucy’s mom. I’m in an apartment across town.”

  We got outside to the sidewalk.

  “Let’s get a cab,” he said.

  I nodded. I couldn’t believe this was happening. But I was glad he wasn’t still in that house; that would have been a bit weird going there. If I allowed myself to think about it too much, it was already weird enough that I was going home with the father of one of my high school friends.

  The sexual tension between us in the cab was almost overwhelming, I wanted to ravage him right there. Instead, I sat patiently as the windows began to steam up as the cabbie tried to make small talk. I was far too distracted to answer him, so I let Rick take care of that.

  After Rick paid for the cab, I followed him into the apartment block. It was one of the swankiest apartment buildings in the city. As we got into the elevator, a couple joined us carrying luggage, obviously having just returned from a trip. I pretended not to look incredulous as Rick swiped to the penthouse in the elevator, on the thirtieth floor. The views up there would be incredible. The thought of fucking him with the shining metropolis in the background turned me on so much I could barely breathe. The other couple seemed to take forever to get in and out of the elevator with their baggage. When they finally left, and the doors closed, Rick looked over at me, as though to pick back up our conversation. But my lips were already on his. His arms wrapped around my waist as he pulled me into him, his tongue meeting mine in my mouth, my hands running through his thick hair. I felt his cock swell against me. In response, my panties became damper than ever. My chest pressed against his, which was impressively hard and toned. He clearly worked out regularly. He was rock hard before the lift doors opened, and we stumbled out into the foyer of his penthouse. He managed to pull his face away from mine.