Suave

by C. A. Bell

  SUAVE

  By

  C.A.BELL

  Copyright © C.A.BELL 2017

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review

  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental

  Table of Contents

  Description

  A Slither of lime

  The Shemale

  Like Fucking a Pretzel with Hair

  Ouch

  Big Hairy Testicles

  A Shower or a Grower?

  Hannah and Nancy

  Jasmine Chambers, Line one

  Wank Material

  Hello, Miss Chambers

  Fan Girl

  You + Me = Insanely Hot

  A Private Show

  The Morning After

  The Wank Pot

  Breaking Up the Party

  The Bet

  Lunchtime Lingerie Shopping

  The Knicker Corner Creep

  Sexy Fun with Ava

  Clarisa and the Pink Panties

  Hunters

  Hot Pocket

  Narcissistic Verbal Diarrhoea

  Miss Chambers is Here to See You

  The Deal

  Another Deal

  Full House

  The Kind of Pussy Who’s Getting Some Pussy

  The Hottest Threesome in History

  Fuck Buddies

  3 Weeks Later

  About the Author

  Also by this Author

  Extract from Femme Fatale

  Description

  Max Harper

  I make sexy, sexier.

  When a woman is on my arm, you can bet your life she suddenly becomes a hundred times more appealing to everyone else around. Why? Because I’m shit hot and I make them look shit hot, too.

  There’s no doubt about it. I’m an arrogant hunk with an impressive six-pack.

  I’m not looking for love. I’m not looking for money. I’m just looking for a hot woman to stroke a few things—my ego being one of them.

  I choose my women like I choose my wine—if she doesn’t smell fruity or look rich, she’s got no chance.

  Brooke Knight

  I make sexy, sexier.

  When a man or woman is on my arm, you can bet your arse they look a hundred times more appealing to everyone else around. Why? Because I’m sexy as shit and I make them look sexy as shit, too.

  There’s no doubt about it. I’m a sexy, powerful woman with an impressive pair of legs.

  I’m not looking for love. I’m not looking for money. I’m just looking for a hot man or woman to stroke a few things—my ego being one of them.

  I choose my prey like I choose my perfume—if they don’t smell sweet or look expensive, they’ve got no chance.

  They’re both egotistical, powerful people with uncontrollably intense sexual appetites.

  But, what happens when two forces collide because they want the same thing, the same woman? I’ll tell you what happens—mighty, sexy things.

  A Slither of Lime

  Max Harper

  “Max, check it out.” James nodded in the direction of a blonde stood against the bar.

  I skimmed her from head to toe and took her in. “Nah.”

  “What? Are you seriously telling me you don’t want to see that on its back?”

  “Mhm.” I placed the rim of my glass between my lips and took a sip.

  “You’re mad, mate. Totally mad.”

  I savoured the burn of the scotch as it hit the back of my throat. “She might look the part at first glance, but look closer. Scuffed shoes, frayed dress." I looked down at him. “And no manicure. Fuck, I can almost see the regrowth from here, mate.”

  He choked on his drink with a laugh. “Brilliant.”

  I grinned.

  “And I bet she’s wearing some god awful cheap perfume.”

  I watched his face contort into a smiley frown. “What is it with you and women’s perfume? I’m beginning to think you’ve got some sort of perfume fetish.” He laughed.

  I set my glass down on the table and looked at him. “How can you even entertain the idea of sex with a woman who smells like a corner shop pick ‘n’ mix? It’s just wrong. It’s like eating tuna from the tin when you could be sucking caviar off of a silver spoon. Perfume says a lot about a woman.”

  He nodded. He knew I was right, but he was just too horny to give a shit. James would screw anything in a dress as long as she had her own teeth. He was an uneducated prick—literally. His dick wouldn’t have known class if it had jumped up and wrapped its Chanel coated lips around the end. He was fun to spend time with for sure. His amateur behaviour around classy women always made for a good laugh. I’d met him one night a few months back in Kensington while playing poker. The poor guy had lost a fortune then got that pissed off his face that he was stood groping the tits of a Venus de Milo reproduction outside when I left. What could I do? Just leave the poor fucker to break his teeth on a concrete nipple? No. So, I took him back to my place. Well, he must have mistaken my kindness for friendship, because now he thought we were best buddies and I couldn’t seem to shake him. Sure, he was alright and we got on, but I was a lone wolf when it came to picking up women. Having other blokes around me when I was on the hunt just wasn’t my thing. Killed the buzz somehow. Plus, it turned women on more to know that a guy was out alone. It was mysterious and intriguing. And it got rid of the uncomfortable ‘get rid of your mate’ part at the end of the night, when she finally stopped playing hard to get and started listening to what her pussy told her the moment she laid eyes on me—eat him alive!

  “Come on then, big guy. Who’s the lucky lady tonight?”

  I stared at a redhead seated on a bar stool, crossed legged, sipping something clear.

  He nodded slowly. “Hot.”

  “Mhm. And she’ll look even hotter when she walks out of here on my arm.”

  He shook his head. “How do you do it, Max?”

  “Do what?”

  “Get every woman you want. I mean you just click your fingers and they are practically on their knees sniffing your crotch.”

  “What can I say?” I rose an eyebrow. “It’s all in the genes.”

  “Well, fuck. Get me a pair of them, will ya?”

  I chuckled at his simplicity, knowing full well he was serious, and said, “What size?” before laughing at my own wit and reaching for my drink.

  I took a swig then patted him on the shoulder. “Twenty minutes, tops, and you can watch her arse wiggle out behind mine.”

  His cheeks rose with a smile as he shook his head at my cocksureness and watched me strut over.

  I stood next to her, with her back to me, and leant against the bar. On the way over I’d given her the once over and made eye contact with her. Now, it was only a matter of seconds before she turned to see where I had gone.

  I counted in my head. The record was two seconds, but she’d passed that already. Four. Five. Bingo. Hello, blue eyes.

  I half-smiled at her as she continued to maintain eye contact with me.

  “Hey,” she said softly, swivelling her tiny frame around to face me.

  “Hey. Can I get you a drink?”

  “That would be nice. Gin and tonic, on the rocks with a slither of lime, please.”

  “A slither of lime. I love the way your tongue just poked through your teeth when you said slither.”

  She giggled and snagged her teeth on her bottom lip. Twenty minutes had just been sliced in half. She was putty in my hands.

  I caught the bar tender’s attention and ordered her G&T with a slither of lime before tur
ning to her and saying, “Max,” as I held out an open hand.

  “Emma,” she said, palm already against mine.

  “Emma. What a beautiful name. Very fitting.”

  “Thank you. It’s my mother’s name.”

  Yeah, like I’m interested, darling. Unless your mum’s as hot as you are. Now I could go some of that.

  I found myself drifting off into one fucked up and horny, hot and sticky fantasy of me sandwiched between two redheads before the tender arrived with her drink and interrupted.

  I handed him a note, told him to keep the change, then turned my attention back to the redhead.

  “Here alone?”

  She shook her head. “No, I’m here with a few friends, but they’re on the dance floor—” she twisted her head to observe the numerous bodies all bumping and grinding to the RnB music “—somewhere.”

  “You’re not a big dancer?”

  She shrugged her shoulder. “Sometimes. Depends on the music.”

  Images of her slim body swaying side to side in front of me as I sat in my Chesterfield armchair entered my thoughts. My trousers suddenly became tight. God damn I turned myself on.

  “And what kind of music gets those great pins up on the dance floor?” I asked, slipping my hand inside my tailor-made suit trouser pocket to secretly adjust my semi.

  “Something with a deep drone that you can swing your hips to, slowly.”

  I quirked a brow. She was giving me the green light. Time to move in.

  “I like the sound of that. So, tell me, Emma. What is it you do for a living?”

  She pulled her hair over one shoulder and fiddled with the ends. She was nervous, and who could blame her? Poor thing was probably uncomfortable after soaking her little panties after our hand shake. I did have fucking great hands.

  I watched intently as she placed her plump red lips around the rim of the glass and took a sip, priming her mouth.

  “I’m an estate agent,” she said, before licking the tiny droplets of liquid off of her lips and placing her drink on the bar.

  “Really?” I questioned, forcing myself to look engaged, while the whole time all I could think about was if she had a bare pussy or not.

  “Mhm. What about you? What do you do, Max?”

  “I’m an entrepreneur.”

  She lifted her brows. “I’m intrigued. What’s your line of business?”

  I smiled playfully. “The line that runs down the back of your dress.”

  In my head, I gave myself and my on-the-spot line one big fuck off high five, and watched for her reaction.

  There were three things to look for when you’d thrown a line at a woman—the lip bite, the shift, and the heaving chest. If you got one of them, you were well on your way. But if you got more than one, well, you could tell her to grab her coat.

  I observed.

  She shifted on her seat. One. Then she snagged her bottom lip. Two. I waited. Her breathing became shallow. Three. Fucking bingo, baby.

  I leaned in for the kill. “Would you like me to show you exactly what business I have with that line?”

  She took a deep breath, grabbed her drink from the bar, downed it, and said, “Yes.”

  “Shall we?” I held out my arms.

  Instantly, she took my invitation and elegantly slipped off the stool before grabbing her clutch bag and practically pulling me through the bar towards the exit. I gave James a wink as I passed. He raised his drink in the air and shook his head.

  Outside, she hastily led me across the road and down the street before slamming me back against a wall and shoving her gin flavoured tongue in my mouth.

  I wasn’t surprised. I had this effect on women.

  I cupped her face in my hands and relished the kiss, my cock thickening with every second.

  She withdrew.

  “Take me home,” she panted.

  “Back to mine?”

  “Anywhere. Just take me, you smooth fucker.”

  I grinned widely. “You got it.”

  ****

  I slammed the door shut with my foot, her tongue in my mouth where it had been the entire taxi ride to my place.

  She slipped her hand down the front of my trousers and squeezed my hard-on through my Armani boxer shorts. I moaned into her mouth. I could tell this fiery little redhead was going to be a great lay. She had a hunger. Probably hadn’t had a decent sized dick in her for months. Well, tonight, she’d got very lucky.

  I moved my hands to the back of her dress and searched for her zip. Finding it, I pulled it down until it stopped just above her arse. She wriggled out of it, lips and hand still on me. I pulled back to observe. She was gorgeous. Her petite, boy-like frame was wrapped in a pastel pink lace bra and thong.

  “Fuck. You’re hot,” I complimented.

  She growled in her throat then jumped at me, wrapping her arms and legs around me.

  I cupped her arse in my hands and made for the bedroom while she undid my shirt buttons. Once inside my impressive sex chamber, I threw her down on the bed and decided to give her a show.

  I slowly removed my shirt to reveal my well-toned body. Her eyes widened as she skimmed the grooves of my six-pack. I smiled then reached for my trousers and undid them before pushing them to the floor and stepping out of them, along with my socks and shoes.

  “Wow. Is that real?”

  I glanced down. “What do you mean, is it real?”

  “Like, have you had fillers or something put in?”

  I chuckled. “Are you on about what’s hidden in my shorts, or my six-pack?”

  She bit her lip. “Fuck. Both.”

  “No, baby. This is all me. You can touch if you like.” I winked.

  She sat up then bent at the waist and crawled towards me like a tiger about to pounce. Her hands gripped the top of my boxers and she ripped them down to my knees. My cock bounced, finally free, and ready and raring for action.

  “Holy shit.”

  “That’s nothing,” I said. “It might look fucking good, but wait until I show you what it can do.”

  She looked up at me from under her lashes, and the next thing I knew, her lips were around my shaft. I sighed as her soft, warm mouth engulfed as much as possible. I longed to grab her hair and shove it down her throat, but I couldn’t tell if she was that type…yet.

  It was normally the classier women who were naughtier in bed. I wasn’t sure why. Maybe their appetite for life and practices were broader then the rest? Either way, I didn’t care. I just loved having a sophisticated woman around my dick. Just knowing that sexy, powerful, cultured women would get on their knees for me made me feel huge. It was an experience that I had become addicted to. They fed my ego.

  Three quarters of the way down my length, and trying for more, I knew she was the naughty type, but she needed help. I placed my hand on the back of her head and pushed as I thrust my hips forward.

  She choked.

  There you go, baby.

  I pulled back to allow her a breath, then did it again, and again, and again. She pulled back and gasped for air.

  “Fuck me.” She panted, hands behind her back, undoing her bra.

  As she removed it and threw it on the floor, I admired her perky tits. I’d seen many shapes and sizes in my time, and the smaller ones definitely did it for me. The big ones were good, too, especially for tit wanks, but there was just something about the petite ones and their innocent appearance that sent my balls swirling.

  I pushed my boxers down to the floor and stepped out of them as I got onto the bed and reached out for a tit. I squeezed firmly, her entire left breast gone, completely hidden beneath my huge hand. I let go, guided her down to lie flat, then sucked her nipple into my mouth. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her chest into my face. I flicked my tongue over the tip of her sensitive bud as I tweaked and pulled the other one between my finger and thumb. I watched out the corner of my eyes as she slipped off her lacy thong before throwing it on the floor. My cock twitched and my hand move
d away from working her nipple and slowly glided down her body to her pussy.

  Fuck! I knew it. Bare.

  Pressing my finger against her swollen clit I began to rub in a circular motion.

  She groaned and gripped my cock before pumping it at the base. It felt good. She obviously knew her way around a cock and I liked that. I didn’t like being with inexperienced women. My sexual appetite was through the roof, so having some newly popped cherry wasn’t something I was interested in. What I was looking for was a woman who could take it all, and give it all. No strings attached. Just fucking hot sex, any which way it went.

  I withdrew from her nipple and reached for my bedside table before opening the drawer and pulling out a condom. I didn’t need to search long; the draw was rammed full of them. And a variety of them, too—ribbed, strawberry, mint, warming, glow in the dark—you name it, I had it. And tonight… We had a dotted one. I was never sure if these things actually enhanced anything or not, but I liked to keep an assortment in. Not to mention the fact that I loved asking for the large ones in the shop.

  I ripped the packet open as she continued to jerk me off then lay flat on the bed and rolled it on. As soon as it was in place, she straddled my hips and lowered herself down onto my shaft.

  “Oh God,” she moaned, flicking her hair to one side.

  She didn’t even have all of me in, and already I could tell she was struggling, but she persisted to loosen herself up by bouncing up and down and rocking her hips back and forth. Finally, we got there, and she took me in right up to the base.

  “Fuck, that’s good.” I moaned.

  “Oh, yeah? You like that? You like me taking all of your huge, fat cock, don’t you?”

  I gripped her waist and thrust into her hard. “Fuck yeah. You love it, too, don’t ya? I bet you can feel me in your stomach, can’t you?” I thrust again, wanting to hit her so deep that her eyes fell out of her head.

  She scrunched her face up with a look of pain.

  “Oh, yeah. Too big for your tiny little body, huh?”

  “Oh God.” She rested her hand against her pelvis. “I can feel you so deep.”