by Kelly Kay
“It’s so nice to meet you, Sam. I hope to see you again. But you need to leave now.”
“Damn girl, thanks for the hookup.”
Sam hugs her, and he gives me the thumbs-up sign over her shoulder. I show him what’s around my wrist. He feigns a heart attack. Then we’re finally alone again. Well, relatively alone. There are about fifty people still milling about and dancing and drinking. It’s one a.m. My mom and dad have gone to bed, and I need to bed this woman soon, or I might explode. My cock needs to pump into her, hard.
“Sit here.” I rub a spot on the couch next to me. And miraculously, she obeys. Sitting down very close to me, just missing my hand on the seat. “What am I drinking?”
“It’s called a Mezcal Chappelle.”
“Cute. It’s good, and I like the garnish quite a bit. But I didn’t tell you to remove this. Please go put it back on.”
She looks at me thoroughly confused.
I continue to explain. “Elle, you may be able to maneuver Sam and Sam’s evening, but I need you to lose control. There will be a little punishment for opening that bottle. Surrender. Relinquish. That means doing as I say. Whether you understand it or not. Trust me. I know what you need and I’m going to give it to you. Trust.”
I look around. No one is paying any attention to us, and I lean to her ear. I nip, kiss it, then whisper. “Surrender, Cosmo.” Her shoulders relax as I begin to taste her neck. I say, “I’m going to drink all of you tonight. I believe I told you how I’d remove these earlier. After you put your panties back on, grab us a bottle of whatever you’d like me to lick off your body tonight.”
“In that case, I’ll grab two. And I’m not putting that back on.” She flings it at my face like a rubber band. Even better. Now, I get to punish her just a little bit more.
Chapter Fifty-Six
Elle
I walk away from him, knowing my ass is being studied. I have to regulate my breathing. He’s barely done anything to me, and I can hardly breathe with anticipation. I walk to the cooler behind the tasting bar and grab a bottle of Chardonnay. I also slam a bottle of water. I’m grabbing the Chard to make amends for calling it too oaky. And I grab a Malbec as well. I know he likes it. I need to drop these off and find Randy. I need to be responsible for a moment. My phone dings.
JOSH: Is your phone waterproof?
ELLE: Yes. But not sure I’m up for swimming.
Then he appears at the door to the tasting room with my panties in his hand again. He picks up my phone and then does something to it while I begin cutting the foil on the bottles. I pay no attention to him. Then he strides behind the bar and behind me. I continue opening the bottles. He swiftly lifts my dress and smacks my cheek with one loud crack. I groan instantly. It’s doing something to me that is unanticipated. I want more. He rubs and caresses the exact spot he just spanked. Damn.
“Oh, god.”
“That’s for the bottle.”
I lean forward on the bar and say, “And for not putting my undies back on?”
And he doesn’t disappoint by caressing the slightly red cheek and smacking the other one. I move forward. I realize that I’m kind of controlling this moment. I wonder if he’ll notice. He leans over my back, and I feel his erection dig into my back. He squeezes my ass while nipping at my ear. My skin chills up all over, but I’m far from cold. He goes to his knees, and I start to light up. He reaches up and unleashes my hair from the French twist, and it falls forward.
“Better. It’s more you. The twist updo thing is too New York Noelle. I just want Elle.”
“You’ve got her. Now, what are you going to do with her?”
“Do you know why I like spanking your ass?”
I look at him and roll my eyes. “Because you like my ass.”
He spanks me again lightly, and I push into him. “No. Because in that singular moment, neither of us can think of anything else. It instantly pulls you out of your thought process. It’s an impulse reaction, not a calculated one. That I can give you that tiny moment of respite from your overfucking active brain. You and I are the only ones in those moments.” I turn towards him and kiss him deeply. I can think while I kiss him, but he’s right; in that split second, it wakes me up.
I turn back around, and he goes down to his knees, lifting my feet. He’s physically putting my panties back where they started. He licks my ass cheeks and gives them a promising squeeze. He lifts my dress from the front and then deposits my phone into the tiny pocket in the bottom of my thong.
“Think you can keep that there?”
“What the…” He puts his finger over my mouth.
“Don’t question. Now go finish up what you need, and I’m going to get these people the hell out of here.”
I have an idea of what he’s doing. My phone just feels awkward and cold against the wetness. It’s sliding around as I walk, and it doesn’t feel sexy at all. Then I catch myself as my phone vibrates. It’s a crazy pattern I didn’t know existed. Not enough to make me release. The vibration is just intense enough to remind me what’s to come. It ends, and I search the courtyard for the demon who’s decided to possess me tonight.
Randy’s drunk babbling at me. I have a bunch of cars and drivers to take the stragglers home, and tonight that includes Randy. But I can’t focus.
“Elle. Elle, you are my best friend. You just are. You don’t need that man. He’s bad.”
“Josh?”
“Jims. It’s no big deal. I love you, pretty girl.”
I ignore his babble and scan the crowd as I get a series of texts. This time, not knowing when it will stop has me biting my lower lip. He’s standing over by the drivers, staring at me with his phone lifted in front of his face. I see him madly type, and the anticipation is high.
Randy’s arm is around me as he says, “I have to find my pants.”
“Randy. I got them. Trust your best friend.”
And now, nothing. I watched Josh type, but he won’t push send. He’s teasing me. Push send, muthafucker. I want more. But then it all stops. I compose myself.
I escort a group of local moms and dads—who have been out for a kidless drunken night—to the parking lot. I’m sending them home in a car with an extra bottle each. I also had the Basque Boulangerie make up picnic boxes for all the last-minute guests to take with them.
I reach for a box of food for the sweet couple in front of me, and it’s a small shock, but I drop the to-go boxes. I try to bend over, and it pushes the phone into my clit, and the onslaught of vibrations doesn’t stop. Each time I think it’s done, there’s more. I say goodnight to them and walk away looking like I’m having a seizure. I grab the edge of the stone building that houses the tasting room to support me. I need to answer him. No one is in sight, and I yank my sticky phone out of my thong. All the texts are the same except for the last one.
JOSH: Not yet, Cosmo. Not yet. Just wait. Feel this. I didn’t tell you that you could remove it.
He’s walking the last of the guests towards the parking lot when he spies my phone in my hand. His eyes widen, and he shakes his head. I wipe it clean with some napkins and bottled water.
ELLE: I’m trying.
JOSH: Not hard enough.
ELLE: The question is, are you hard enough?
JOSH: You will not be able to sit down when I’m done with your ass.
ELLE: Promise?
He looks up from his phone, and I disappear.
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Josh
Games are done. It’s time to fuck this woman into next week and let her know she’s mine. The last of the guests are sloppily hugging each other and me. They keep calling me Will, and I let them. I pass out her sandwich care packages. I’m stunned she thinks this far ahead to take care of these people’s hangovers and late-night munchies. The bags have boxes of baguette sandwiches, chips, cookies. The rest of it contains coconut water, Emergen-C, Advil packets, mini mouthwash, vitamin B, and barf bags.
I’m shoving Randy into a c
ar as he tries to kiss me. It’s not the first time. He’s a good man but ironically can’t handle his wine. Then I hear Jackson Browne over the speakers. It’s not my favorite song, but it’s for me. She put on music for me. I threatened to redden her ass, and she gets me ice for my eye and Jackson Browne. Caught off guard.
I round the barn, and she’s pulled a couple of chairs in the middle of the courtyard. She’s wrapped in an LC/W picnic blanket. There’s a pile of them sitting on a chair next to hers. She’s sipping Chardonnay and has poured me a glass of red. It’s probably Malbec, my favorite, knowing her capacity to hold on to details.
I’m not sure if we’re winding up the evening, taking a respite or she’s seducing me. I stand at the end of the courtyard before she sees me. Her hair is a bit mussed up from the night but falling delicately over her shoulders. She never put it back up in her business French twist since I made it come cascading down.
She’s staring out over the Pinot block that sits just off to the right next to the pond. I can hear the crickets and the breeze through the vines. It appears she’s just listening. All these sounds are a part of my soul. I’d just turned the volume down on them. Then she jumps a bit when the owls start chattering. The strung party lights are giving off a soft glow and swaying in the breeze. She looks like a painting. So beautiful and untouchable. It’s like my home is helping seduce her as well.
My phone pings, and she looks in my direction.
SAM: Hey, man. Not going to make it to breakfast tomorrow. Thank fucking god. Hopefully, I’ll be deep into her muff instead of having muffins with you. Call me on the drive.
JOSH: Cool. Tomorrow then.
SAM: Wait, you’re still up?
JOSH: So are you.
SAM: I’m on a date. And about to get laid, are u?
JOSH: We’ll see.
SAM: She’s good for you, man. Hi, Elle!
JOSH: Fuck off.
I put my phone back in my pocket. She’s been watching me and now has a curious smile. I need to be with her now. There’s something in that smile I need to know. I don’t say a word and take long strides to get to her. I bend down and grab her face and take her lips. It’s a sweeter kiss than we’ve shared tonight, but it quickly ratchets up to where I need it. I can’t feel what I was feeling. I don’t want to be on a date. I don’t want to share or have my breath taken away by her beauty. I want to get back to the lust from earlier.
I command. “Stand up.”
She does with a mischievous smile and reaches for my drawstring, and I let her.
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Elle
I undo his drawstring, throw my head back, and chuckle. “Finally.”
He instantly scoops me up. I wrap my legs around his waist. He slants his mouth over mine as he carries me back to the couches towards the shadowy area. He places me on the sofa, and his ridiculous shorts fall down around his ankles as he shuffles along. I can see the outline of him in his gray boxer briefs, and I feel him. He’s so hard already. He smiles and removes his shirt while I begin to roll down his waistband. I'm delicate, he is not. He whips his underwear off and falls on top of me before I can get a good look. I’ve missed that thick fucking root of a cock of his. Gorgeous and huge. He inches my dress up and kisses my thighs and my stomach, then stops to look at me.
He looks so earnest I’m afraid he’s going to stop what we’re heading towards. Now I begin to panic a bit. I need to this. He’s not really going to punish me like that by leaving me hanging for real. He’s spent the evening winding me up, and I need to let go. I’ll do anything.
He says quietly, “I need to know something.”
“Anything. As long as you keep moving down my body. Ask while you do it.”
“Can’t.”
“Oh, god. You really are an asshole, aren’t you?”
He smiles that amazing fucking smile at me. He’s lit the core of flame inside of me, and then he eases off. I want to smash him in the face if all of this was to get me hot and then leave me hanging. He kisses me intensely, and I am ridiculously confused.
“I need to know what happened with Asher. I have a pretty good palate, and I know you taste sublime. But I need to know if he’s sipped at this goblet as well. Or anyone since me.”
“Asher? Others? Hmmm, let me think.”
He jumps off me and rolls me on my side and gives my ass a smack hard enough to restoke my core of desire. I gasp as he does it. I’m instantly flooded and slippery.
“That was for the phone.”
I’m still on my side. He’s caressing where the skin just flashed hot. His hand begins to search for my entrance. He plays with the rim for a moment as I moan, his tongue kissing and nipping at my back and trailing down towards my ass. Then he flips me back over. I sit up and face him.
“If I tell you what happened with Asher, are you going to think less of me?” I mean it is embarrassing that he didn’t want me enough to get me off.
He pulls me to him. His hands are on either side of my face and get so close and graze my lips softly.
“No. Of course not. You met Serena. Imagine trying to stoke that ice queen’s fire? I don’t care. I’m just a little jealous if he’s tasted what I think is the best vintage. I’d like to think that it’s a limited production heritage vine estate elixir just for me.” Or maybe it’s not my issue at all.
I grin widely. “It is limited. And I’m proud to say after several months here I know what all those words mean.”
“Wait. He didn’t go down on you?”
Josh sits up and seems genuinely offended by this statement. At least someone shares my indignation.
“Not once.” I shake my head.
Josh dances around with his hard dick flapping up and down in the inky night. I pull the red picnic blanket emblazoned with LC/W on it up around me. A morning chill over takes me and I miss the body heat that’s dancing around the courtyard.
I stand up and walk towards the other end of the courtyard. “Shhh. Someone’s going to hear you. And then they’ll come down here, and we won’t get to finish.”
“Good point. But you did fuck him, right?”
I shrug and then bite the inside of my cheek. He laughs at me then runs back over and whips the blanket off me.
“That may require a little punishment.”
“Well, in that case, I also went down on him.”
He instantly smacks my ass, and I move into him. “He never got you off with his mouth? He’s such a selfish asshole.”
“In his defense, I like doing that, and the second time and third time, it was to avoid sex. And he never let me finish.”
His smile is huge. “So, he’s never filled you with cum, in any way?”
“Nope. Condom each time and not sure why he pulled back on the blow job.”
“Surely he’d plow you after you got him to the brink?”
“Not really. Asher’s an odd duck. He’d just stop and kiss me on the top of the head and walk away to the bathroom. He never got me off in any way.”
His gorgeous naked body pulls me to him. I’m in the shambles of my printed blouson-sleeve wrap dress. I’m glad I’ve worn it a lot because I don’t think it will bounce back from tonight. I may be the idiot who wore white to a wine event. But I’m not the idiot who just ripped open the top to get a glimpse of my matching coral lacy bra. That was the naked idiot in front of me.
He sits down and pulls me in front of him. Then raises my dress up, my ass is at eye level. I’m sure it’s still red; my skin is too fair to keep secrets. He begins caressing both cheeks and kissing the little divot at the top of my bubble ass. Arching my back, I moan just a little. He smacks where he’s been caressing, and I wince.
My nipples grow to twice their standard size with the sting of his hand. I back up into him just a little. He bends me over at the waist. And without warning, his hands are searching for my clit and ripping my thong from my body. His tongue is on me, discovering just how wet I am. His tongue dips into me, and I ga
sp loudly, and I move into his fingers and tongue.
All I want is to be laying down for this. But then Josh stops licking and reaches under and rubs me. Then another quick smack and a scream from me as pleasure rips me in half from deep within. My nipples are so hard and stretched that I need to grab them myself, my own touch mixing with his. As he smacks my ass again, I pinch my erect and darkened nipples, the pleasure fighting with the pain and releasing me to a place I’ve never been. His fingers plunge into me.
“Fuck me. So good. Fuck me.” I scream loudly as I shiver with release as I clamp down on his fingers. And now I just want more.
His voice is raspy and deep behind me. “Is that what you want now?”
“Yes, please.” I groan loudly.
I lean into his lips, trying to force him down so I can ride this man. He stops me and raises his eyebrow.
“I’m not done, pushy woman.”
Then he pulls me onto the couch and places me on my back. He unhooks the eye hooks down the front of my dress, and it opens like a robe exposing all of me. He makes quick work of the matching coral La Perla bra. He probably knows, but I may have to remind him of just how much one of their bras costs. But right now my wardrobe means nothing in comparison to what he’s doing to my insides. I need him to fill me with his cock soon, or I might actually die.
Now my tit is in his mouth, and my fingernails are digging into his shoulders. Then I grab the sandy hair that is so soft that my fingers slip through unless I truly take hold. He gently rakes his teeth over my nub, and I moan.
“That fucking sound is the best. I’m so hard just from your noises. I’m going to fuck you so hard. I’m going to tear into that tight cunt of yours. Fuck.”
“I’m not usually this vocal, but it’s been so long since I had this. And your tongue is magical.”
“Why didn’t Asher go down on you? You’re soaked at the thought of it right now. You would do anything for me right now if I promised to suck and swirl your clit.”