Night of the Senses

by Victoria Blisse

  “And this one?” He held it out for her to see.

  “Uh…a lemon cream,” she gasped.

  Jace remained silent, swirling his finger in the dish, holding her gaze. God, the waiting was torture. Goosebumps danced along her skin, her breathing sped up, and she pressed her thighs together as moisture flooded. She squirmed under the intensity of his stare, the strength of the desire he stoked within her.

  He brought his finger to her lips, spreading the sauce across her mouth. She darted her tongue out, gliding it along the length of his finger. With a grin he bent at the waist and lapped the concoction from her before kissing her. He drove his tongue forward and Carly could taste the combinations of flavours—the sweet kick of the bourbon sauce, the tanginess of the lemon—flavours that shouldn’t mix so well, but tasted oh so right together on his tongue.

  “What else did you make for me, sweet Carly?” he breathed against her mouth.

  “There’s a chocolate sauce left.” She could barely force the words out, could hardly draw a breath in.

  “Hmmm,” he hummed low in his throat as he straightened to grab the last bowl.

  Instead of covering his finger as she expected, he held the dish over her and tipped it. She inhaled deeply as warm chocolate drizzled in a long line over her stomach and up between her breasts. Jace immediately leaned over and lapped up the sweetness. By the time he cleaned the last of the stickiness from her skin and began to nibble his way up her neck, Carly shook. The feel of his attentive tongue working its way over her body, the sensation of his breath dancing over the wet path drove her insane.

  Jace shifted, his face above hers, and smiled. A touch of chocolate clung to his lower lip, and unable to stop herself, Carly lifted her head and tasted. The candied smoothness slid over her tongue teasingly.

  “What other flavours do you have for me?” he murmured between short kisses.

  “If you want more, I can make something else…” She struggled through her arousal to do an inventory of her kitchen, of what she could put together with the ingredients she had on hand.

  He shook his head. “No, what I want, you already have.”

  Circling the table, he lowered himself into his chair. He pushed her legs apart and pulled her until her ass was on the edge of the table. He lifted her feet to rest on the arms of his chair and used his fingers to spread her lower lips. Carly could feel his breath sweep across her inner thighs and over her slick, swollen folds.

  “Yes, this is exactly the flavour I was craving.” He dipped his head and ran his tongue along her slit before spearing inside her pussy.

  “Oh shit!” Carly grabbed handfuls of cloth beneath her.

  Jace chuckled and she could feel the vibrations ripple through her. Good lordy, she was on the edge of an orgasm from a lick…one lick. She panted and arched into him. He slid his thumb over her swollen clit and pressed hard, all the while knifing his tongue in and out of her. Pleasure built deep inside her—a hot ball expanding, spreading. Just as Carly thought she was going to burst, Jace pulled away to press kisses along her thighs.

  A cry of protest rose in her throat. She’d been so close, so close to that sweet release. She sighed in relief when he slid a finger inside her and began to stroke slowly, maddeningly pushing her up again. He added another finger, scissoring inside her, stretching her deliciously. She cried out as he ran his tongue around her throbbing clit and felt the first tightening of an orgasm low in her belly.

  Jace shifted slightly and licked along her slit as he fucked her with his fingers. He moved lower and circled the tight opening of her anus. Carly yelped and instinctively pushed with her heels, surprising herself as she slid away from Jace.

  He withdrew his fingers and gripped her hips, hard. He pulled her back towards him. Face burning, Carly lifted up on her elbows and met his gaze. The anger in his eyes startled her.

  “Don’t do that again,” he ground out.

  “Jace…” she protested.

  “Your ass, like your hot little pussy, is mine. Do you understand?” His gaze bore into hers.

  “Jace,” she repeated.

  He must have taken pity on her because his expression softened slightly. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, sweet Carly?”

  Her face flamed even more. Did he have to be so damned blunt? “Yes, once.”

  “And?” He raised a brow. When she didn’t answer immediately, he repeated, “And?”

  “And I didn’t like it.”

  “Did he hurt you?” he asked quietly.

  “No, nothing like that. I mean,” she struggled to explain, “it hurt a little, but it wasn’t like he was trying to hurt me. I just didn’t like it.”

  “Then he didn’t do it right.”

  He traced his fingers along her pussy, a feather light touch, to the puckered rosette. Carly fought not to pull away.

  “I meant what I said, Carly. This is mine. Mine. When I decide to take your tight ass, you will love it. I’ll make you scream and beg for my cock. Do you understand?”

  Heat slithered up her spine at his words, even though she didn’t believe them. She couldn’t imagine enjoying that. Though if he wanted that, if it meant that much to him… It wasn’t as though it was unbearable—she just didn’t particularly care for ass play.

  “Do you understand?” he repeated, slapping the back of his hand against her ass.

  Carly yelped in surprise, then rushed to answer. “Yes, sir.”

  “Very good,” he murmured. “Lie back.”

  Carly did as she was told and hummed happily when he went back down on her pussy, working her clit his tongue. The happiness gave way to frustration, though, as he brought her to the edge of orgasm again and again, but never pushed her over. She writhed on the table and, when he pulled away, yet again, reached down and grabbed his hair. She tried to bring his mouth back to her needy clit. God, just one more lick, one more hard pull of the lips….that’s all she needed.

  He gently removed her hands from his hair and stood. “You will not come until I give you permission.”

  “Oh God,” she whimpered.

  Leaning over her, he caught a nipple between his teeth and bit down. Carly gasped and pressed her thighs together. Don’t come, don’t come, she kept repeating to herself.

  Jace moved farther up her body until his lips were next to her ear. “That was the best meal I’d had in a long time, and baby, your pussy is the most delicious dessert I’ve ever tasted. Sweet and tangy all at once. Hot and so fucking addicting.”

  Her vision actually blurred at his declaration, and the sincerity of his tone. Struggling to gain control, she turned her head and met his gaze.

  “Can I taste you?” she asked. “Can I take you in my mouth, please?”

  She could tell her request pleased him by the broad smile that stretched his mouth. Without a word, he went back to the chair. Carly sat up and watched as he opened the front of his trousers. He pushed his garments down just far enough for his erection to be free before sitting. Spreading his knees wide, he lifted his eyes and simply stared at her.

  She slid off the table and knelt between his legs. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the base of his shaft, just above his balls, and inhaled deeply. The musky, male scent danced around her senses. She ran her tongue up his length before circling the thick head, capturing the drop of precome oozing out the slit. With a low moan, Jace slipped a hand into her hair, massaging her scalp as she opened and took him inch by inch.

  After moving up and down his cock several times, she released him and glanced up at his face. He watched her through lowered lids.

  “May I use my hands?” she asked, remembering the night before she’d had to keep them behind her back.

  “Yes,” he answered, his fingers flexing.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  She ran her hands up his legs and moved one to cup his heavy sac as she took in deep in her mouth again. She kneaded his balls gently as she worked his cock with her lips and tongue. With ea
ch stroke she pressed her thighs together and rocked. Knowing she was getting him off was a rush, an arousing one.

  When his shaft swelled and she felt his sac tighten and pull close to his body, she ran her fingernails along the sensitive skin beneath.

  “Fuck!” he shouted out as he lifted his hips and his come filled her mouth.

  Carly closed her eyes as she swallowed spurt after spurt. When his cock stopped jerking she released him. Using her tongue, she bathed his length, making sure she got every last drop. When she was finished, she sat back on her heels and waited.

  After his breathing slowed, Jace crooked a finger. “Come here.”

  When she’d risen to her feet, he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her. Plunging his tongue into her mouth, he possessed her. Carly returned the kiss as best she could, her tongue dancing with his.

  When he drew back, Carly traced his lips with her finger.

  “I think you’re addicting too. The best kind of dessert,” she murmured.

  Jace’s eyes darkened and, wrapping his arms around her, held her close for a few long minutes. Then, he stood and set her on her feet. He turned her away from him and, with gentle pressure, pushed on her back until she was bent at the waist, her torso resting against the table. With his knee, he nudged her legs apart.

  “Don’t move,” he commanded.

  Carly listened as he left the room. What would he do to her now? She closed her eyes and waited eagerly.

  Jace tucked himself into his slacks and fastened them as he strode to the front door. He then leaned against the heavy wood and tried to catch his breath. Christ, Carly’s mouth on his cock, her hands on him… Who the hell would have thought this woman, his friend, would affect him this strongly? Fuck.

  He straightened and went out to his car. After retrieving a small leather bag from the trunk, he returned to the dining room and was pleased to see Carly in the position he’d placed her in. He crossed the room and set the bag on the table next to her. Eyes on her, he made quick work of removing his clothes. He wanted no barriers for what was to come.

  She jerked slightly when he moved behind her and palmed her ass. He slid his hands down the backs of her thighs and up again.

  “Are you still wet for me?” he asked, running his fingers along the crease of her behind.

  “Yes,” she said breathily.

  He lowered himself to his knees and spread her cheeks, exposing her pussy and rear entrance. Yes, she was sopping for him. He could see the wetness clinging to her folds. He shifted forward and worked his tongue between her lips, lapping up her juices. He continued, teasing her clit and caressing her slit, until she was pressing back into him. Dipping a finger into her pussy, he brought the slick juices up and circled her tight, puckered hole. Carly gasped and stilled.

  “Do not come. Not until I say so,” he reminded and positioned his mouth over her clit.

  Alternating between tonguing and sucking the tiny nub, Jace continued to circle and add pressure to Carly’s anus. He worked the digit in to the first knuckle and stroked in and out in time with his suckling.

  “Oh…oh…”

  Jace nearly chuckled as Carly starting pushing back, taking more and more of his finger in her ass. Fucking bastard she’d been with before obviously didn’t know dick about pleasing a woman.

  “Jace, please, I’m going to… Please, Jace, may I come?” she gasped out.

  He extracted his finger and pulled away as he rose to his feet. “No,” he kissed the small of her back, “not yet.”

  A sob caught in Carly’s throat. Damn him! She shook from the need to release. God, the feel of his mouth on her clit, and his finger in her ass. Shit, she couldn’t believe she got off on that, but she did. She wanted him inside her—in her pussy, her ass, she didn’t care. Just so long as he made her come.

  She heard a zipper rasp and things being moved around. Then he was spreading her cheeks again. Yes, yes, please. He rubbed her rear entrance, his finger slick. Lube. God, he was lubing her up. The thought didn’t freak her out as much as she’d thought it would. Instead desire flamed inside her, and she pushed her ass back against him.

  She hummed as he slid his finger inside her ass, farther than he had before. She felt full—it wasn’t an uncomfortable sensation. In fact, when he started moving the digit in and out in long, slow strokes, she thought she’d come then and there. Every nerve ending quivered as she tried to hold back her climax.

  “Damn,” Jace murmured, gliding his free hand up and down her spine. “You’re so tight.”

  Carly bit her lip to keep from crying out when he pulled out of her. She wasn’t empty long, though. A moment later she felt something cool press against her ass. She stiffened slightly.

  “Uh uh, baby. Relax,” Jace ordered. “You’ll like this. I promise.”

  She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, forcing her muscles to release their tension.

  “That’s it,” he crooned. “Push back a bit.”

  She couldn’t hold back the low grunt when the object slipped inside her. A plug, she realised. He was using a butt plug on her. While it wasn’t as long as Jace’s finger, it was thicker and stretched her farther. Despite the slight pinch of pain, Carly’s arousal wasn’t dampened by it at all, and when Jace tapped the end of it, pleasure swept through her.

  He moved around the table to stand in her line of vision. She turned her head slightly to look at him. She wet her lips and tried to level her breathing.

  “Remember, you will not climax,” he said, placing his hands on the table.

  “Not until you say,” she gasped.

  He smiled. “Exactly.”

  She lowered her gaze and her eyes widened when she saw what he’d laid on the table. Oh my God. Her ass clenched around the plug and moisture flooded her pussy. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the leather crop in front of her. Jace ran a fingertip slowly and deliberately along its length before picking it up. Carly tensed as he circled the table to stand behind her again, waiting for the first blow.

  He slid the end of the crop in a soft caress over one ass cheek, then the other. He ran it down her thigh and up between her legs to tap against her clit gently. Carly sighed at the tiny jolts racing through her core.

  Slap!

  Pain radiated through her ass, much more intense than the strikes of Jace’s palm. Carly felt tears sting her eyes, and before she could take a breath, Jace struck the other cheek. Again and again, he whipped her, alternating cheeks. She knew she could ask him to stop any time, and he would, but she remained silent, except for the soft cries stealing past her lips.

  Suddenly his hand was between her thighs. Even as her rear smarted and her eyes teared, her pussy wept and her clit pulsed under his fingers. Under the pain, pleasure bloomed.

  “So wet.” Jace thumbed the nub. “What a sight you are, sweet Carly. Ass pink and warm and pussy dripping. Fucking perfect.”

  The crop fell again. As it landed, he pressed hard on her clit. Carly nearly came off the table. He continued to work the pearl as he struck her until she shook violently.

  “Jace, please,” she sobbed.

  “Please what?” he ground out. “If you want something, you need to ask for it.”

  “Let me come,” she cried. “Please may I come?”

  His fingers slid along her folds. She was drenched, her arousal coated his hand. He pushed against her clit and brought the crop against her ass sharply.

  “Come, baby. Come for me.”

  The tension in her body burst, and the orgasm rolled over her, wave after wave. Her clit twitched under his fingers and she shouted his name. Jace positioned his cock at her entrance, gripped her hips and rammed into her. She came again, before fully recovering from the first. The strength of it took her breath way, and she gripped the edges of the table. She felt incredibly full—his cock in her pussy, the plug in her ass.

  Her sheath tightened around him, pulling him deeper into her heat. He set a frantic pace, his strokes fast and hard. Wi
th each thrust, he slammed into the butt plug. Carly nearly wept at the thrills of intense pleasure radiating from her rear.

  Jace’s movements became more jerky as his cock swelled. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, bruising. The force of Jace’s orgasm pushed her farther, intensifying the sensations pummelling her. Every part of her body throbbed deliciously. He held her tightly against him as his cock emptied, filling her with his seed. With a sigh, he bent over her, pressing his chest against her back.

  Carly couldn’t grasp a thought. Her mind wouldn’t work, the satisfaction she felt was too overpowering. Good lordy, could she ever give this up?

  Chapter Five

  Hot water rained around them as they stood close to each other in the small shower stall. Jace ran soapy hands over Carly’s body. He held her gaze and wondered. Did she feel the same way he did? Would she panic if he told her he loved her?

  Carly smiled at him and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her body against his. She pulled away and turned, letting the water rinse her off. He reached around her and turned the taps off. She grabbed a towel off the bar and handed it to him as they stepped out.

  Stopping her from grabbing another, he began to dry her body. She laughed softly when he knelt behind her and towelled her legs off. Gently he slid the towel between her thighs. Her ass was still pink and he leaned forward and kissed each tender cheek.

  When he stood, she took a robe from the back of the door and put it on. “Are you hungry? You want more dessert?”

  He lifted a brow. “You ready to go another round already, baby?”

  She swatted at him playfully. “Food, Jace. Do you want food?” she said teasingly.

  “Yeah, I could handle some food.”

  “Good. Meet ya in bed,” she threw over her shoulder as she left the small room.

  Jace dried off and padded into the bedroom. He drew back the comforter and lowered himself onto the mattress, back against the headboard. Even though he knew they had to talk, contentment settled over him. Everything about this felt right.