by Brenna Zinn
Leslie’s mind suddenly flash-forwarded to a year from now. How would she feel, sitting alone in her Chicago apartment knowing she’d passed up the one opportunity to finally tell her former boss the truth? Did she want to live her life full of regrets? Was her pride more important than embarrassment?
“I’ll tell you everything before I say good-bye this evening, I promise.”
Hopefully this answer would suffice. And she would reveal everything, even if telling him she’d loved him for years and then turning around and letting him go was the hardest thing she’d ever done. Later, much later, when she picked up the pieces of her broken heart in Chicago, she would do so with her head held high.
“I’ll give you your surprise then, too,” she added. “I think you’re going to like it. It’s something I think will always remind you of me.”
“I’m genuinely intrigued.” Carter grabbed the box of matches off the coffee table. “Are you ready for your surprise?”
“I’m always ready for surprises.”
“Good.” He walked to the bedroom door and held on to the handle. “Here’s what I want you to do. Count to one hundred, then come into the room. Got it?”
Leslie nodded. After he let himself into the bedroom, she counted out loud. When she reached one hundred she stepped to the door and knocked. “Are you ready in there?” She pressed her ear to the wood door and heard music, soft and sexy, on the other side.
“Yes. I’m ready. Come on in.”
The flickering glow of candlelight spilled out of the bedroom the moment she cracked open the door. Inside, at least twenty candles burned brightly at various spots all around the large bedroom. The turned down bed was covered with rose petals. The powder pinks and blood red of the petals looked like confetti against the snowy white of the bedspread.
Candles and rose petals weren’t the only things scattered throughout the space. On one nightstand were two dildos in velvet cradles, three vibrators of different sizes, a set of fur-lined handcuffs and two tubes of lubricant.
“Different flavors,” Carter explained, pointing to the lube. “I couldn’t decide between them, so I got both.”
On the other nightstand was a cock ring, two different size butt plugs, and a set of nipple clamps lying in a box on a bed of velvet. Pools of blue satin binding sashes and condoms, nestled next to them.
The coup de gras, a long and curvy love lounger, complete with shiny silver buckles dangling from its sides, waited in front of the bed.
Leslie’s jaw dropped. “You got all this for me? All of these things? You went to a store and bought them?”
A flash of unease washed across his face momentarily. “Please tell me I didn’t overstep any boundaries. After I saw you, I realized you might enjoy using other toys. And since that night, I’ve been planning this evening and hoping against hope we’d end up here like this. Did I do the right thing?”
“Oh, yes.” She threw her arms around him. Maybe he only wanted her for sex, but it was going to be damned good sex.
Carter handed Leslie a flute of champagne. “You have no idea how hard I’ve been all night, knowing what was up here. I couldn’t help wondering if I could entice you to join me, but I felt nervous that you’d think I was overstepping.”
Stunned, she could do little more than take a deep drink of the bubbly liquid and peer around the room. “I’m overwhelmed that you went to all this trouble.”
He placed a finger on her chin, directing her gaze to him. “Please tell me I haven’t upset you. I only want to make you happy, not end up being the creepy old guy with the room full of vibrators.”
Leslie took another long sip of champagne, emptying the glass. The alcohol settled through her in a sensual way, warming her from the inside out. Her shoulders relaxed and her muscles melted until she was loose and relaxed, yet at the same time erotically energized. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so happy.
She placed the crystal champagne flute on a nearby chest of drawers, then took Carter’s glass and also set it aside. Grasping both of his wrists, she drew him to her until her breasts crushed against his chest, making her nipples contract. She wrapped his arms around her waist. His hot skin molded against hers, arousing her senses. A trickle of creamy excitement wet her pussy.
“This has to be the best present I’ve ever been given. I can’t wait to try it all out.” Encircling his neck with her arms, she raised her lips to his and covered his mouth with several light kisses. “Would you like to play with me?”
His response, already firm and throbbing, pressed into her abdomen as Carter pulled her closer for a deep kiss. She parted her lips and his tongue swept around her mouth, finding hers. He tasted of the champagne they’d been drinking, sweet and intoxicating.
When he broke the kiss, her knees wobbled. She swayed, enjoying the warm effervescent feeling that permeated throughout her core. “Where would you like to start?”
“Honey, my experience is limited, so you’re going to have to show me the way.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “If you are a willing teacher, I promise to be an eager student.”
What to do for the beginner?
Biting her lip, she glanced around at the assortment of items, considering her options.
“Since you’ve not played with toys much, let’s start off slow and easy. When you’re comfortable with what we’re doing, we’ll move on to other things.” She looked him in the eye. “What’s most important about using toys with another person is good communication. Let me know if you enjoy pleasuring me or watching me pleasure myself. We’ve got a huge variety of things here. We don’t have to get hung up with anything we aren’t both enjoying. Okay?”
“Okay.” A sly smile drew up the ends of his mouth. “But I have a hard time imagining you doing anything I won’t like.”
Breaking from his hold, Leslie took in a deep breath to steady herself and walked to one of the nightstands. She picked up a rabbit style vibrator, nipple clamps, a butt plug, and a bottle of lube. With the exception of the clamps, she placed the toys on the floor next to the sex lounger. “For right now, you’re going to help me with these,” Leslie dangled the delicate silver chain of the clamps in front of Carter. “Then I just want you to watch. Would you like that?”
His eyes burned into her. “Would you?”
“Oh, yes,” she murmured. “More than I can tell you.”
He removed the chain from her grasp and examined the tweezer-like clamps. “I feel like a dolt telling you this, but I’ve never been in a relationship long enough to try using these with a woman before. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. But would you be more comfortable knowing how they feel?”
He nodded. “Yes, I think so.”
“All right, then.” She bent slightly, placed her mouth over one of Carter’s nipples, and sucked. When her tongue detected a hardened pebble, she gently scraped and bit his nipple with her teeth.
Carter groaned. “That feels pretty fucking good.”
“Yes, it does,” Leslie said as she stepped back. Taking both breasts in her hands, she massaged the areolas until the tender skin gathered into twin peaks. “Now put my nipples between the rubber ends of the tweezers and push down the bar until I tell you to stop.”
Placing his palm under the weight of one breast, he squeezed until he’d placed her nipple between his thumb and index finger. He pinched, then slid on a clamp and lowered the tightening bar. At once, an acute yet thrilling streak of pain shot to her pussy.
“That’s good.” She reached for his cock. Plump and at the ready, his dick already had a tear of cum welled at the tip. She smeared it down the length of his shaft. “I see you like this, too.”
“Careful.” His warning came out with a moan. “I can barely wait to get on with these toys so I can bury my cock inside you again. You feel so damned good.”
When he’d fastened the other clamp, Leslie opened the lubricant and motioned for Carter to put out his hand. Co
uld she convince him to do what she had in mind?
“You may want to enjoy yourself while you’re watching. I would love to see you play with yourself, too. I can’t tell you how sexy I think that is.” She poured a large dollop on his palm.
“Then consider it done.” Carter smoothed the gel over his cock, which grew even more at his touch. Cupping his fingers into a loose fist, he began stroking up and down the thick shaft. The hooded lids of his eyes fell slightly as a look of bliss spread across his face.
Her gaze fastened on Carter while he stroked himself. Leslie lay back on the chaise and scooted around, allowing her ass to sink more comfortably into its deep curve. She positioned her knees over the elevated hump and opened her legs. She had waited a long time for this, and it might be all she ever had. She wanted Carter to see her every move.
Though wet already, when she turned on the vibrator, the toy’s familiar and soothing hum caused her juices to flow and her pussy to contract with a keen eagerness to proceed. Using two fingers, she spread the slippery cream around her clit and then placed the Rabbit’s pulsating tip on her swollen nub.
The instantaneous agitation on her aroused mound was almost too much sensation to handle. Trying to avoid coming too soon, she slid the undulating toy in her pussy, letting the fluttering tickler that rose from the base of the vibrator stimulate her clit. She leaned back against the sex chaise’s supportive curve and glided the dildo in and out, over and over, reeling slightly as the oscillating beads inside the toy’s shaft caressed the walls of her cunt.
She glanced up at Carter. The high color on his cheekbones and the steady rhythm of his hand sliding over his dick told her how aroused and into this he was. Encouraged, she decided to move on to the next toy. If she was going to be bold, she’d go for it all. A little ass play was next, and she wanted to be good and wet.
Digging her heels into the cushion of the lounger, she lifted her ass and spread her thighs a little wider. She pulled the vibrator from her pussy and sank its head to the tight pucker of her anus, spreading her dripping cream all around. To test if she was ready, she lowered her bottom back onto the chaise. Raising and opening her legs until they formed a perfect V in the air, she sucked a finger, covered it with saliva, then reached between her legs and over her throbbing mound until she found her target. The tip of her finger easily slid into the tight space of her rectum.
“Mind if I help you?”
She was so occupied with her fun she hadn’t even noticed Carter. He was on his knees with a purple butt plug in hand. Golden candlelight reflected off the shimmering lubricant already spread over the small toy as well as the lube on the fresh condom he had on his dick.
“Of course.” A spark of excitement flickered in Leslie’s chest. This is what she’d dreamed of—her, Carter, and a roomful of toys.
Rather than scooting to the end of the lounger, as she’d expected, Carter came to its side. He removed the vibrator from her control and simultaneously placed the pulsating head of the Rabbit on her clit while he rubbed the tip of the plug around her anus.
Lust surged through her, gripping her in its erotic fist. The muscles in her cunt quivered, and her pulse beat with intensity.
“Oh, Carter, that feels incredible.” Leslie wiggled hips, drowning in sensation. Nothing existed except the need clawing through her. “I want you to put that toy up my ass right now. I’m so ready for it.”
No sooner than the words left her mouth, he obliged by carefully inserting the plug a little at a time in her tight hole. “Is this good?”
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes.” Her head fell back on the chaise, drawing the chain of the nipple clamps taut. Wave after wave of erotic tremors rolled over her. “The only thing that could be better is having your cock up my ass.”
“Is that an invitation?” he asked, slowly easing out the purple plug.
Her heart nearly flatlined. This whole evening was just a fantasy come true for her. A feast of sexual delights with the only man she really wanted. Lusted for. If only the dream didn’t have to come to an end.
“No, this is.” She took the vibrator from Carter, turned it off, and placed it on the floor. Turning over, then sliding her stomach over the lounge’s high curve, she waggled her ass, barely able to control herself. “Go to town, boss.”
Carter positioned himself behind her and grabbed her hips. “God, Leslie. I’ve always admired your beautiful backside.” He manipulated his fingers and thumb over the curve of her ass to spread her cheeks wide. Leaning forward, he used his other hand to rub his lubed cock down the valley between her ass, then back up again, stopping at her puckered hole. “I just never dreamed I’d get to fuck you here.”
Leslie drew in a breath as he pressed into her. She closed her eyes, wanting to focus on nothing other than his big cock inching deeper in the tight chamber of her anus. Slow and steady, he eased into the narrow alley, filling and stretching the delicate muscles until her ass burned with pleasurable pain. The intense heat and pull of his shaft in her small hole nearly caused her to cry out in ecstasy.
“You’re so tight,” he gasped.
Desperate to drive his thick shaft so deep that his velvety balls bounced against her exposed pussy, she pushed herself against him and strained to take in even more of his steely length. He responded by pumping in and out, each stroke a long pull and powerful thrust.
Her eyes flew open. “That’s it, Carter. I want it hard.”
Leslie slammed backward over and over again, unable to help herself. She wanted more, more of the fire his rock-hard cock blazed within her as it scraped against her sensitive walls.
Easing a hand between her spread thighs, she found his balls, tight against his body. At the place where his scrotum fell from just beneath his cock, she made an O ring around the fleshy top of his sac and squeezed.
“Oh, shit. What are you doing to me?” he panted. “I’m going to come.”
He rose up and rammed his cock home, sending shards of exquisite pain scattering through her core. They climaxed together, shattering her world into a million smoldering pieces of blistering desire. Carter continued thrusting as hot cum filled his condom, setting her narrow channel on fire.
At last, spent and breathing hard, he folded himself over her. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to move again.”
Leslie was having enough trouble breathing herself, but she managed a breathy little laugh. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should.” He slowly raised himself and removed his cock. “It’s been a while since I’ve come twice in such a short time.”
“Well,” she said as she turned over and stretched her arms wide over her head, “we’ve got a lot more toys to have fun with, and I can play all night long.”
When Carter didn’t immediately respond, Leslie looked up and noted the valleys furrowed between his brows. His eyes, their deep amber usually sparkling in the light, now looked dull.
Concerned, she rolled off the chaise and came up behind Carter, pressing her breasts against the broad span of his back. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled herself up on her tip toes to whisper in his ear.
“You all right?”
He nodded. “Yes. Just a little tired.”
Of course he was tired. She mentally smacked her head. What was she thinking? Just because she was so jazzed she felt like the Energizer bunny didn’t mean Carter felt the same way.
Take what you can get, Leslie, and be grateful for it.
“So am I,” she lied and feigned a yawn.
A quick glance at the clock showed it was only 10:30. She could easily go on until the sun came up. But this was her first and only night with Carter. Doing little more than sleeping next to him was infinitely better than being without him.
“It’s been a long day with the wedding and all. I’m surprised I haven’t fallen over already.” Leslie strode to the bed and pulled back the covers. “What do you say we get a little catnap in? When we wake up, we can put some more of thes
e toys to use?”
Carter sauntered toward her. He tipped her chin back and covered her mouth with a kiss that was as sweet and gentle as love’s first blush.
“You’ve always been so good to me, Leslie,” he said a little breathlessly after pulling away. “And now…after tonight…life is going to be so colorless without you.”
“Shhhh.” She placed a finger over his lips, her heart breaking for the thousandth time. “No more talk. Just take me to bed and hold me in your arms.”
****
Carter awoke with a start. Something was very, very wrong.
He patted the bed until his fingers reached the edge of the mattress. The sheets, cold and bare, still smelled of Leslie’s perfume. Closing his eyes, he sucked in a deep breath, letting the light floral scent fill his senses.
How would he ever get over not having her around, adding color and fun into his mundane existence?
Unfortunately, not only was she leaving for Chicago in a few days, she was already gone from his bed and, evidently, had been for some time.
He was a rational man. No need to jump to any conclusions.
But the situation looked familiar and it didn’t look good. He should know, he’d committed the love’em and leave’em act several times in his long career as a bachelor. Slip out before the situation became awkward.
Most likely there would have been some uneasiness if they woke up together. After ten years of working in the same office and knowing each other on a level that comes after that much time of nearly daily interaction, how could an evening of sex, especially sex with all these damned toys, end any other way?
His cocked reared its head. The sex had been fucking awesome.
Damn him for conking out on her.
Leslie, the tireless young woman that she was, had been ready for more after he’d taken her the second time. He, on the other hand, needed a few hours rest before being up for anything else.
He was a goddamned embarrassment.