by Kelly Kay
“Anything. You can have anything. I’d do anything.”
“I told you I would get you to beg, Hellcat.”
I’m sincere. “I do like it. I like it a lot. But from you, I think need it.”
“You think?” Josh raises an eyebrow. I just came, and it’s not enough.
“I’m desperate for you to eat me out.”
“I’ll taste that generous pour in a minute but answer me. Why didn’t Asher make you come most gloriously?” He pinches my nipple. I gasp.
“He said it would ruin his palate for days, and his tongue is his life. You wouldn’t ask a concert pianist to move furniture, was his line.”
“He’s so fucking wrong. It only enhances it.”
Josh dives between my legs, spreading them wide and pulling me to the edge of the couch. He puts the blanket on the ground and gets on his knees. He’s tracing my hair with his thumbs. “Blonde. True Blonde. Oh, how I’ve missed this view.”
He leans down, licks my inner thigh. Then quickly finds my clit, using his fingers I’m beyond again. I writhe instantly. He moves down towards my opening. I reach down to my unattended center. His hands grab my arms, holding them down.
“Don’t make me tie you up. Nod if you understand.”
I nod. There’s a flutter deep in my twisting stomach at his threat. I moan loudly for him as his fingers spread my lips again. “This is mine. Don’t touch what’s mine without asking. I don’t need help right now. I’m in control. Can you let go? You said you enjoy giving head. Then you can understand that I am going to make a meal of you. What happened minutes ago was my appetizer, and now it’s time to dine. I will enjoy every fucking second of it. I need you to come on my face.” I moan again. “Good girl. Just keep making that noise, and I won’t stop.”
“Don’t stop. Do it. Make me come again.”
“Then submit to me.”
“How?”
His eyes are piercingly blue and shining at me in the approaching dawn. I stare back at him, and every part of me wants to grab him and kiss him. I want to reach down and stroke his granite-hard member. But his eyes let me know I should do as I’m told. A new experience for me. I want him, but I trust him. I trust him enough to let go. I’ve worked for it my whole life, and now he wants me to do nothing but enjoy. I don’t have to convince or take care of things myself. I simply get to enjoy it.
“Don’t come until I say you can. Hold back. Hold it off until I tell you when to come crashing into me. I don’t want a quiver or a wave of ecstasy until I say so. Do what I say, and you’ll come harder than you ever have. And for fuck’s sake, keep moaning.”
I nod, and he tosses me back down on the couches. I moan loudly as his index finger searches inside me again. His mouth and fingers work in tandem for what seems an eternity of pleasure. I’m struggling not to quiver. I’m pushing down into his face to increase the pressure. He’s curling inside of me searching around for that one spot that makes me blush more than anything. I moan again loudly as a second finger enters. He’s pulling them in and out, stretching and nipping at me with his teeth. His growl on my body vibrates through me. I’m rolling my nipples in the same rhythm as his tongue.
“Josh. Oh. God. Josh. Please. Let me come. I want to come. I have to. Josh.” My breath is short and quick. I need this so badly. The pressure builds. I’m wound so tight. “Josh, I have to. Please. I’ll do anything you want. Please let me come.”
“Keep playing with your nipples.” He watches, and it’s so hot I might come from his hooded and lustful stare.
I begin whining and gasping. My head thrashing back and forth as he goes at me at a faster pace. In and out, his fingers fucking me as my clit is on fire. The pressure is built, the blood pounding my ears. I’ve never been to this place before. I need it. I need him to release me. The tension is so high, and with each touch, I struggle not to come.
“Fuck. You have to let me go. I have to.”
“Can you hold out while I do this?”
His tongue enters me and swirls while his fingers pinch my nipples and clit. I thrash my head again and swallow the orgasm by moaning loudly. His name is on each and every breath. I’m bucking wildly against his head and pulling him into me.
“Josh. Josh. Fuck. Josh. Josh. Please.”
“That’s good begging. Go. Now. My beauty. Come for me. I’m in control. I’ve got you. Come undone for me. Surrender control. Crash. Ride it. Do as I say. Let it all go.”
He sucks my clit hard, and on command, an intense shiver takes over my entire body. It holds me for one second in wordless suspense and then is quickly replaced with a burning flame. I’m shaking and screaming the moan he’s been waiting for. I collapse and black out for a moment.
Then as my breath regulates, I pull his face to mine. I taste me on his lips, and I need more. I reach down, and he’s insanely hard. He positions me on the couch and himself on top of me. I need his dick deep inside of me.
I grin and whisper, “More.”
“You’re a fucking demon, Hellcat. It would be my duty and honor to give you more.”
And drunk with pleasure, I blurt out, “I’m your fucking demon." He kisses me hard. Then I say a terrible thing, “Condom. I know we did it without but…”
“I agree, Hellcat.”
His tongue finds mine again. I wrap my legs around him, hoping to god I can stop myself from just letting this happen. Suddenly he’s off me, and I’m hyper-aware that he’s not touching me. He bolts naked into the tasting room.
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Josh
I could listen and watch her come all day, every day. Gorgeous. Poetic. And insanely sensual. I’ve never made a woman sound like that. I only hope that I’m the only one that can do that to her. Right now, my dick is rock hard and hurts as I run. The condom will help me not explode into her so quickly. Also, she’s right, it’s safer. I hold my dick and keep stroking it to stop it from weakening in the chill of the morning. I used to keep condoms in this random vintage LaChappelle wooden wine box up on high shelves of the tasting room.
The box looks dusty. Shit. There were a bunch of us that used to use the supplies and would replenish condoms as needed. We called them barn supplies. Each of the five families had a similar box in their tasting rooms. Sam came up with the idea the summer we all started working our family’s tasting rooms. Which coincided with the summer we all started fucking tourists. He may not look it, but Sam got more ass than all of us. I think it’s his unassuming nature. We hit on tourists all summer long.
The old tasting room manager always made sure they weren’t expired because we rolled through quite a few supplies together. I only hope the tradition we started continues to this day.
There’s an eerie light in the place with the moonlight streaming through the door.
A shadow crosses the floor as I’m climbing naked up the wine racks like a spider monkey. I glance back, and Elle's standing there in an LC/W winery blanket. The moonlight creates a halo around her sexy ravaged golden hair. I can’t see the details of her face, but her angelic figure stirs my mind, heart, and my dick. Not sure there’s more I could ever need or find. She’s fucking perfect. Fuck. Sal. I’m not going. I’m not leaving. I’m not leaving her. I’m staying right here, and he can just deal with it.
“Jack-fucking-pot.” There’s a variety of condoms still in the box. There’s an unopened box of my brand. Who knew I had a legacy here?
“What is up there? Be careful.”
“The key to me deep dicking you so hard you forget your own name and can only utter mine.”
“Really? I’ve already gotten off twice. Hard. So I’m good.”
I leap down and swipe at the blanket to reveal her pearly skin in the soft light. She gasps under my hand, and I kiss her neck as she reaches for me laughing. She softly moans against me as I continue to kiss her and pull her to my chest. She reaches over to the merchandise area and grabs a small amount of grapeseed oil from a gift set sample. She rubs her hands toget
her. Then strokes from shaft to tip, and it’s my turn to gasp loudly.
“Elle. Shit. That’s insane. That’s...That’s…”
“Cat got your tongue?”
She grins as her gorgeous skin glows, and her scent fills the air around us. Her tits stand at attention for me. My breath is ragged, and the sensation of her hand caressing me with the oil makes my need to fill her immediate. She licks my lips. I’d fuck her mouth if I had time too. But right now, there are some pressing issues I need to take care.
“No, Hellcat got my cock.”
“Hold up. Do I? Hmm, now, what are we going to do with this huge hard rod of yours? If it were my choice, I have an idea, but as you’ve told me repeatedly, it’s not my choice tonight.”
Sexy minx. I scoop her up and carry her back to the couches at the far end of the courtyard. The stars are swirling around with the faint rustling of the vines in the distance. They’re completing the perfect backdrop to having her completely. My hand clutching her ass as she kisses my neck and my dick bouncing against her back, make this an insanely erotic moment.
I put her down and reach for her swollen and pencil-eraser hard nipples. She pushes me down and mounts me. Kissing down my body.
With my voice desperate and pointed, I say, “I’m going to fuck you now.”
She pouts a bit and says in a sticky-sweet voice. “I know I don’t have control. And you want to fuck me right now, but may I suggest I get some of that oil off? I mean, we don’t want the condom to shred.”
I growl at her and push her head towards my cock. She grins madly, eyes flashing, and I realize this was her plan all along. She always gets what she wants. She did say she likes it. She takes my balls in her slightly cold hand, and I suck air in quickly. They are rock hard and tight to my body. She licks from the base of my shaft and pauses just before the tip. This goddess is driving me crazy. “Mmmm. Meyer Lemon.”
“I don’t give a fuck about the flavor of the oil. My cock needs to be in your mouth or your pussy right now. You pick.”
“So demanding.”
I’m compelled to look at her and let her know some of what I’m feeling. I pull her chin up, so she’s looking right in my eyes, those gorgeous eyes. “You’re mine. You were always meant to be mine. And I’m yours. All these glorious dirty things you can do are for me only, you get that, right? Neither of us really have control. Not me and not you. This is bigger than us.”
Her eyes soften from jungle cat to kitten. As she comes up to my lips, she kisses me gently. Her sparkling green eyes look more lovely at this moment than all the ones that came before now. She whispers to me, “I know.”
She doesn’t deny this. I mean every fucking word. I cannot be without this woman or have her with anyone else ever again. For the first time in my life, I’m falling in love. That scares the hell out of me. I’m not going anywhere alone. I’m taking her away so we can stay in bed for a week. And then maybe I’ll let her out of my sight. I’m staying right by her side.
She’s gently stroking my cock and then flicks the tip with her tongue. I let out a massive groan and twist my fingers into her hair. She slides down on my erect and wet cock. Without pretense, she takes in all of my substantial inches into her mouth. I can feel the back of her throat, and she’s slowing sucking me in and out of her pink lips. I slam a hand on the end of the couch keeping my other on the top of her head.
“Shit. Suck me harder.”
And she does. So ladylike most of the time and this Hellcat sex diva under the surface. Feels so fucking good. I need her to stop, so I don’t blow in her mouth. I want to fill her up in a different way. She looks up at me and slowly backs my dick out of her mouth with a sexy pop.
“Delicious.” She winks at me.
“Look, there is going to be a time soon, where I’m going to need you to swallow everything I pour down your throat, but right now I need to come inside of you.”
I leap on the opportunity to pin her. I slap the condom on and take her in an instant. I knew she’d still be slick for me. I slide in, and I never want to leave. She groans as I enter. I stretch her, and her tight pussy wraps around me, inviting me deeper. We stare at each other, as connected as two people can be. We don’t move. Her hand caresses my cheek, and I kiss it. Then she smiles like the Hellcat who ate the canary, and the sweetness is over as she grinds her hips.
We begin moving together, and I am moving slowly, but she begins to set our pace. As much as I want to explode, I also don’t want this to end. I hold her hips and force her to slow down. I don’t know what tomorrow looks like, but I do know she’s mine right now.
“Fuck me harder. Josh. Fuck me harder.”
“I will if you moan. Oh god, your perfect tight cunt. So tight. Elle, give me my moan.”
She moans. “You’re so deep. You’re so good. So big and thick and good.”
“You’re so fucking gorgeous and sexy. Moan, Elle. Moan for me. You’re mine.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes, I am.”
I slam into her, taking her ruthlessly. “I’ll wait until you come. Then I’m going to make you feel me. The hot mess from deep in my soul.” I pull out and thrust all the way in.
“Josh. Oh, god. Josh. I’m coming. You moving like that, faster. Right there. Uh. I’m...” And then the loudest most prolonged glorious sound accompanies her twitching body, and her cunt grabs me and pulls me deeper.
I have no hope of holding out. I begin to growl.
She screams, “Show me.”
I hold out just long enough to get out of her. She rips the condom off as I spill on her. Shooting ropes of cum all over her perfect tits. I brand them. An invisible mark that will always live on her skin. And then this Hellcat does the sexiest dirtiest thing she can. She rubs the cum on her tits and moans again. I am still semi-hard, and she puts me on top of her clit. We’re slick with a combination of us, and she lifts her pelvis into me, I push down, and she roars and shakes again.
I fall down next to her and grab a bottle of water. Then I clean her up with extra t-shirts and bar towels. Our breath regulates. She’s magnificent.
Elle says incredulously, “What the fuck was that?”
“I’ve marked my territory.”
“I’m getting that impression. But I’ve never done anything even remotely like that before.” She looks a little embarrassed, and I can’t have that.
I kiss her passionately, proud that I can drive her to insanity. I drove her to a place where she loses control and inhibitions. I want to do all the filthy things to her, but I’m exhausted. I sip from the bottle of lukewarm Chard; it is better than the Langerford’s. She’s fucking crazy. It’s a damn good wine.
She takes the bottle from me and sips. Then lightly kisses me. She’s laying on top of me, staring into my eyes. Her eyes are sparkling like the brightest emeralds but softened from her multiple orgasms. Her extremely long eyelashes flutter down as she kisses me again. I pull her to me and lay her head on my chest. I tell her the truth.
“Elle, Cosmo, my Hellcat, I’ve never done anything like that either. Know that what we do together is ours. Don’t judge, just be in this with me.” She nods.
I’ve never wanted to control anyone like I want to control and own her. It’s as if I need her to complete me. She’s not only opened long-dead parts of myself but discovered new things in my heart and soul I didn’t know could exist. I don’t know how to deal with all of this emotion. But I know I need to be here with her to navigate it all.
I can’t feel this much for her. It’s too much. To use my favorite word of the night, it’s “more.” She’s “more.”
She scampers to the bathroom wrapped in a blanket. She returns to me and takes my damn breath away again. She snuggles into me and asks.
“What now?”
“You really need a plan, don’t you?” She giggles and sits up next to me. She pulls my face to hers.
“At least a blueprint. Rough outline. Something to tell me that you’re for real. Can you tell me that I’
m not insane for wanting you both in and out of me?”
I pull her hair behind her ear and kiss her softly. “Here’s what I know. My immediate plans for the foreseeable future are to be as close to you as possible.”
“Let me free up my schedule.” She probably means it.
“Pencil me in for all of it.” I take her face in my hands.
She kisses me with a little more force and then puts her head on my chest. Her voice is small as she says, “And it’s okay that I’m scared?”
“Cosmo, if we weren’t scared, it wouldn’t be worth it.”
We retreat to my bedroom just after sunrise. I don’t let her wear bottoms, even those damn perfect yoga pants. It will be easier to ravage her later.
She kisses me. “Josh.” Then touches my face.
“Yes.”
“Goodnight.”
“Until later, Cosmo.” She’s lightly snuffling instantly, and I wrap myself around her warmth. She’s everything now, and I know I won’t leave her. Sal’s idle threats and empty promises loom in my head. He wouldn’t dare. I’ll call his bluff. I’ll sell my piece of my company. If she lets me, I’ll stay right here next to my purring Hellcat. I’ll tell my parents tomorrow that as long as she’s here, I’ll be here. Then we can figure out our next steps. I’m tired of hiding and pretending I haven't completely fallen for her. Or that I’m not in love with Sonoma again. Fuck Sal, I’m rooted, immovable. He wouldn’t do anything to me. I make him too much money.
Chapter Sixty
Elle
I try to slide out from the warmth wrapped affectionately around me. I have to get up. But I can’t help but snuggle back down as he pulls me to him. His hand snakes down and circles my opening, and I’m instantly wet for him. I hear condom foil and I’m now thoroughly soaked at the thought.