The Unblocked Collection

by Marni Mann

  I laughed, which was a nice relief from the throbbing that consumed my body. “I remind you of a piece of wood? How flattering.”

  “It was pink ivory. One of the rarest materials in the world.”

  Derek and I had never discussed his love for using wood in his design aesthetic, but I saw it everywhere—in his architecture, in the accents throughout his building, even in his company logo. The fact that I reminded him of something he valued that much should have been a major compliment. But it was more confusing than anything.

  “So you know about my relationship with Reed, obviously. He and I still work together, closely, and…” Despite how long ago we’d broken up and the way Derek was making me feel at that very moment, the memory of what happened with Reed still shook me. “I can’t go there again with someone I do business with.”

  “I’m not asking you to.”

  “Then what are you asking?” I drank down the rest of my beer, hoping the waitress would notice my empty glass and bring me another. It would be something to break the tension, at least. His eyes pierced mine, and a shudder traveled past my chest to the fluttering bud between my legs. He didn’t have to answer; from the look he gave me, I knew exactly what he was asking for. “Just my body…” I said it more for my benefit than for his.

  He nodded.

  Brea and I had discussed Derek a few days prior to the gala, before anything had happened between us. She knew how uneasy I was about starting a relationship again—especially a heavy one. She’d told me to keep things simple, “Sex-only simple…you need to sample whatever he’s willing to give you, and then just keep on sampling it again and again. And again. That’s something you don’t pass up. Like ever.”

  He was giving me that chance.

  But was it a risk I was willing to take?

  “Another one?” the waitress asked, holding my glass in her hand. I hadn’t realized she was standing next to our table.

  “Yes,” we both replied.

  She laughed…neither of us joined her. Our eyes were fixed on one another, my steely gray to his electric blue. The need to have him was building in me, crackling along each nerve. My body pounded with desire as lust consumed me, ate at me. A craving so intense, I wasn’t sure I could control it one minute more.

  It made my decision for me.

  But we’d ordered another round of drinks, and our meals would be arriving soon. We couldn’t leave now. If I was going to make it through this dinner, I had to change the subject.

  I sat as tall as I could, took a deep breath, and crossed my legs. I couldn’t stop the tingling between them, but I could smother it a little with my thigh, at least. “Regarding Timber Towers,” I said, watching his confusion appear as I circled back to business. “I’d like to stage one of the units as soon as it’s done and use it as a model. Preferably a penthouse, so that I can show my buyers.” He knew the importance of having a model—all builders knew that—and we might have even discussed it in the past, but it was the first thought that came to me.

  “Would you now?” His fingers brushed through his beard, then his hand disappeared under the table. The tiniest smile crossed his lips. It only increased my arousal.

  Still, I pushed on, fighting myself for control. “Absolutely. The designer who decorated your sales office has impeccable taste, but I’d like you to meet the one I use. I’ll bring her by next week so she can get a feel for the space and start working up some sketches.”

  “If that’s what you want.”

  “It is. It should take her about a week…to get…all the furnishings in…” My words trailed off as I thought about his last statement. “What is it that you want?”

  His face betrayed no emotion. “This.”

  I gasped as I felt his hand on the outside of my knee. His fingertips gently traced the top of my shin and circled up toward my inner thigh.

  My attention was drawn to sound at our table. I realized my eyes had been closed, and I’d been holding my breath…and the waitress was now dropping off our beers. His fingers had put me in some sort of trance, pulling me out of everything that was happening around me to focus solely on the sensation of his touch.

  Control, I reminded myself. Maintain control.

  I lifted the new mug from the table, took a sip, and pushed his fingers away. “As I was saying, it should take a week for the furnishings to come in and then we can set up…” His hand was back, wedged between my knees, trying to coax them open. “Derek, I—”

  He leaned forward, his gaze narrowing, intensifying. “We can either talk about your plans for decorating the model, all of which you can email to me in the morning and most of which I’m going to say yes to anyway…or you can open your legs and let me finger-fuck you and make you come inside this restaurant. Which do you prefer?”

  My mouth opened…and nothing came out of it.

  “That’s what I thought.” His hand pushed a little harder and my knees fell apart. “Spread them farther. Now.”

  I didn’t know how the simplicity of his fingers crawling over my pants could turn me on this much, but I could feel my wetness seeping onto my panties. It was going to leave a wet spot on the cushion beneath me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

  He undid the button and zipper of my skinny jeans as I glanced casually around the room to make sure no one was watching. The idea of those unwelcomed eyes only made me tremble with greater desire. We were in the back corner, in a dimly-lit space. Our waitress was the only person who would be walking by, and her presence hadn’t stopped Derek from touching me. I had a feeling nothing would stop him, not even onlookers.

  For all I knew, it had been part of his plan all along.

  I lifted my hips and wiggled the waist of my jeans down a few inches, enough for his hand to fit. His fingers ran along the lacy edge of my panties, grazing my sensitive skin as they went. I pushed back against the cushion of the booth in anticipation of where he would touch me next.

  “Look at me,” he demanded.

  Slowly, my gaze found his face, the one that had starred in my nightly sex dreams. They were more than dreams; they were full-fledged fantasies, complete with imagined foreplay and exploration, and a build to the most overwhelming orgasm. Now it was about to happen for real. And I wanted it to. What little fight I’d had in me earlier was gone. The yearning was stronger than anything I’d felt before.

  “Fuck,” we both said as he slipped under my panties.

  His mouth opened and his tongue rested flat on the inside of his lip. I wondered if he would be giving me that next, if I could handle the intensity of his licking for more than a few seconds.

  “This is all I’ve been thinking about,” he said, his fingers hovering directly over my clit. “This tight, wet, delicious pussy that I need to devour.”

  “Mine…” I said it as if it were an honor to be beneath his touch.

  “No, Frankie. It’s mine,” he growled. “And when something is mine, it gets all my attention. I worship it.”

  “Derek…”

  “Do you want my attention? Do you want me to worship your sweet little cunt?”

  “Yesssss…” It came out on hurried breath as his thumb slid between my lips and rubbed my clit. He circled and circled, again and again as a finger dipped inside me.

  My back arched as I gripped the table with both hands. His touch was even more skillful and more confident than I had expected. He knew exactly what speed to use to finger-fuck me, how deep to plunge, how fast to rotate around my bud. He had barely started, and already I could feel the build. The passion that spread through me was powerful. My eyes closed, my breathing became labored. My body was turning numb except for the spots he was caressing. I had no idea if anyone was watching us. It didn’t matter. All that existed was Derek’s touch, driving me so close to the edge of pleasure.

  “Tell me how you feel,” he moaned.

  My eyes opened. “I feel…incredible.” I could hardly form the words.

  “No. I need more
than that, Frankie.”

  My name in his mouth suddenly had an entirely different effect on me. “I’m so close…”

  His fingers slowed. “Oh no, baby…you’re not close at all, actually. You’ll be getting much more of this before I even think about letting you come.”

  It was all I could do to keep breathing.

  SIX.

  DEREK

  HER PUSSY CONSTRICTED around my finger. Her silken wetness slipped over me with each plunge as her clit tightened under my thumb. Even with the small table limiting my movement, I was still able to reach her and watch the reactions that spread over her gorgeous face. Slowing down didn’t seem to matter. I could see in her eyes how close she was. “Fight it, Frankie.”

  “I…don’t think I can,” she whispered.

  She wasn’t the one in control here; I was. She wouldn’t come until I wanted her to. I lifted my thumb off her clit, but kept my finger inside her. “I’ll stop if you don’t.”

  “No,” she gasped, her hand landing on top of mine. “Please…don’t stop.” Panic shot through her eyes. Her pussy then started to loosen; she was fighting the orgasm, coaxing her body into an even rhythm. “Ahhhhh…that’s it,” she moaned as my hand resumed.

  I gave her a second finger, squeezing it into that tight little hole. I could only imagine what it would feel like around my dick—the sopping wetness, the heat, the snug fit. Fuck. My cock was responding as though I could feel it, as though she were draining every bit of cum from me. I was harder than the narrow oak table that separated us.

  Frankie wasn’t moaning to please me like some of the women I’d been with. She wasn’t performing, wasn’t bending or bucking like there was a camera at the end of the booth. This passion was pure, raw. Her erotic impulses came naturally. It was one of the many layers that she’d been hiding within her tightly-wound body. But that body was finally beginning to loosen, her layers separating. She couldn’t have looked more beautiful while it was happening.

  I could feel once again how close she was to getting off. She’d fought it once; a second time would be more difficult. The waitress would be bringing our food soon, and I didn’t want her—or anyone in the restaurant—to see Frankie come. I wanted that to happen without any outside intrusion. And getting her out of there meant I could really reward her, and reward myself by being able to devour her lips while she came.

  “I’m sorry to do this, baby.”

  “Do what?” She realized what I meant as I pulled my fingers out.

  “Get dressed.” Her slickness covered my skin. It looked so fucking good. I held my hand up to my mouth and licked every bit of her off me. She tasted better than anything that had ever been on my tongue.

  “Did you just lick my wetness off your fingers?” She blushed as she spoke.

  I smiled. “Yes…and you were delicious.” She arched her ass off the seat, making room to button her pants. “No one has ever told you how good you taste, have they?”

  She shook her head. “No. That’s definitely a first.”

  “I suspect I’m going to be your first for many other things, too.”

  She tilted her head back and laughed. It wasn’t a sound I’d heard from her in the past. This was a nervous chuckle. She didn’t know what to expect from me.

  I liked that.

  And I wasn’t surprised. From the moment we’d met, I could tell she had never been with a man like me. Reed was a selfish bastard. He probably liked to fuck her in front of a mirror—not because he liked to watch her face, but because he liked to watch his own. It wouldn’t be like that with me.

  Our one night and one morning would be all about her.

  Had this been any other evening, I would have brought my hook-up back to my townhouse where I’d be busy with her until the early hours of the morning. But there would be nothing usual about my experience with Frankie, and my place in the city wasn’t where I wanted to taste her. Tonight wasn’t for full-on fucking, anyway; it was for foreplay, for prepping. For getting her surface ready. Tomorrow, I’d begin making plans for us.

  I stood from the booth and reached for my wallet. I dropped several bills on the table, enough to cover our meals, drinks, and a decent tip. Then I leaned down, placing my lips next to Frankie’s ear. It was time to address that sound she had made. “When my cock slides into that tight ass of yours, I don’t think you’ll be laughing like that.” The color in her flushed cheeks deepened as her breathing sped up again. “I’m going to work your hole open with the tip of my tongue, then slowly fuck it with my mouth until it’s wide enough for my fingers. And when I feel you’re ready, when that precious ass has spread to accommodate me, I’m going to slide in the crown of my cock and watch you shimmy against it until your hips are begging to ride me. Then I’ll stick two fingers into your pussy and fuck both holes until you explode.”

  Her hand clasped mine. Her body was mostly limp and falling into me as I lifted her out of the booth. My words had hit her, maybe making a greater impact than my fingers had. When I got a chance to act out everything I’d just described, my dick would make an even bigger impact. She’d come under the pressure of me, over and over…and over again.

  I led her through the front door of the restaurant toward a side alley, pressing her back against the brick façade. My hands rested above her head, my arms caging her. Her feet straddled mine, and I knew she was ready. She looked up at me with those big gunmetal eyes.

  I hadn’t been able to get her mouth off my mind. Reed had ruined my chance of taking it at the party. I wouldn’t let that happen again.

  My lips crashed against hers in the most forceful way, my tongue probing, dancing, taking in her sweet taste. I loved watching the way her body bent with need, the way she folded into my hands as I brought them down to her hips, the way she wriggled for me to take more of her. And I did…unbuttoning the top of her pants, sliding beneath that flimsy lace and reclaiming that warm hole. Nothing but darkness concealed us; nothing kept prying eyes from watching as I reached in and took what was mine. “You’re still so fucking wet.”

  She pulled her mouth away. “Shit, Derek…” she moaned loudly, her hands reaching for my belt. She dug her fingers into the buckle and pulled on the strap.

  Clearly, she didn’t understand how this arrangement worked. And how could she, when this was the first time I had given her hands any freedom. What had happened at the party the previous night had been unplanned, reckless. Not my usual method. Tonight was going to be different.

  My hand clamped her wrist over her bracelet. “Not here.”

  Her eyes widened. “I think we’re already here…”

  “No. We’re not.” I brought her hand to my mouth, took her index finger between my teeth and flicked the end with my tongue. “If I let you touch my dick, then I’m going to have to bend you over in this alley and fuck you against this wall so hard, you’ll end up with a concussion.” I sucked on her middle finger, the taste of her skin as delicious as her mouth. “Is that what you want?”

  Getting finger-fucked in a restaurant and outside in an alley was certainly more daring than Frankie had ever been, but I assumed getting naked and full-on fucking against a brick wall was where she’d draw the line.

  She pulled her finger out of my mouth, drew it down my throat and stopped at my stomach. Then she slipped it between the buttons of my shirt. “Is this safe?” She was now touching my skin, winding her way down my abs, circling the patch of hair that led to my dick.

  “Safer.”

  I took her mouth again and drove my finger as high as I could get it inside her before I curved it toward her G-spot. I stroked it each time I reached it, quickly pulling out for her to feel the sensation of the release before I dipped right back in.

  “Oh my God!” she yelled. Her hand left my stomach as her arms wrapped around my neck.

  I lifted one of her legs and curled it around my waist. The new position gave me more room to touch her clit. “You like that?”

  Her breath was a
ll ragged grunts. “I had no idea…it could feel like this.”

  I knew then that there were lots of things she didn’t know. That knowledge made my cock even harder.

  “Do you want to come now, Frankie?”

  “Please,” she begged.

  I clamped my fist around her hair and pulled it back to expose the length of her neck. I smelled her skin, kissed my way to her throat. Her breathing vibrated under my lips. “When you come, I want you to moan my name from the depth of your throat, drawing the sound across your tongue and through those gorgeous lips. Can you do that?”

  “Yesssss…”

  “Then come for me.”

  She finally had my permission, which I could feel was all she’d been waiting for. Her pussy clenched around my finger, the muscles in her navel rippling against me. Her nails dug into my shoulders. My lips lingered on her throat, her pulse throbbing beneath me. I wanted to feel my name as it found its path out of her mouth. I glanced up to watch the pleasure as it spread across her, as her muscles tensed and tightened before her entire body went limp.

  It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.

  My cock agreed, reminding me how badly I needed to be inside her, and how hard I was going to take her when I finally had the chance.

  She trembled for a few seconds. Then her shoulders straightened, and she leaned back against the brick, gazing into my eyes. “That was more…” She took a breath. “I don’t know how else to describe it, but it was just…more.”

  “Imagine how much more it’ll be the next time I’m inside you, when there’s more than just my fingers making you moan.”

  She looked confused. “There’ll be a next time?”

  “Oh, yes.” I traced her bottom lip with my wet thumb, her juices glimmering all over it. I pulled it into my mouth and sucked it off. “This may have felt like something, but believe me…it was nothing.”

  She laughed softly. “Then I can only imagine what everything will be like.”