Sexual Heeling

by Thalia Frost

  Jorge enjoyed seeing Monica’s parted lips and the pleasure she was taking from his cock inside her. He wanted to surprise her with something even more sexy.

  “Just a second.”

  He slid out of her, and she whimpered in protest. He took the high heel and got some alcohol out of the drawer, rubbing the shoe down with alcohol and a tissue.

  “Now, we’re ready. I don’t want you getting any nasty germs.” He grinned, lifting her legs back to his shoulders and pushing his cock all the way inside her warmth. He closed his eyes at the sensation of her tightness gripping him.

  “What are you going to do with the heel?” Monica’s eyes were wide.

  “Don’t worry, you’ll like it.”

  Jorge moved in and out of her slowly, and she whimpered. He placed the high heel, bottom front, over her clit and circled it gently.

  The way her breath caught made him want her even more.

  “Mmm, Jorge. That feels amazing.”

  He removed the shoe, and she groaned in frustration.

  “Want more?”

  “Yes, please.” He slid deep inside her, watching her eyes close in pleasure. Jorge rubbed the bottom of the heel against her swollen pink nub again, moving in slow circles.

  Monica opened her eyes, watching him, her breath coming in gasps.

  “Come for me, baby. Show me how much you like that high heel against your pretty clit.”

  “It feels good.”

  The play of light on her pink nipples made his balls ache.

  “So come for me.” He hovered on the edge of his own orgasm.

  Monica stiffened as he circled her clit again with the heel, then she yelped. Jorge watched her expression of bliss as her orgasm rippled through her.

  Unable to hold out any longer, he thrust inside her, shouting his own release as he looked deep into her sparkling emerald eyes.

  They clung together, touching and kissing for some time.

  “Tired?” He smoothed her sweaty curls off her forehead.

  “Yep. I wonder why.” Her laughter was like a million tinkling bells. He found her attractive in every way. It still didn’t seem possible that there was a woman out there like her who loved what he did in bed and was so beautiful in every way.

  “I think I know why. So, how about a nap and then a shopping trip? My treat.” He kissed her lips again before she could answer, reveling in the softness of her mouth.

  “You already treated me once.” She nipped at his ear.

  “I don’t care. I plan to treat you quite often in the future.”

  “Oh really?” Her smile wavered, and she blushed.

  “Monica, I’m crazy about you. I’ve never met another woman who likes the things I do or one who is so gorgeous, either. I don’t care if it sounds nuts to say it so soon.” He held her gaze.

  “Thanks.” She looked away from him, and he sensed her reluctance to believe it.

  “Hey—” he tilted her chin up and caught her gaze “—I mean it.”

  “I think you’re amazing, too, but I’m afraid none of this is real, that I’ll wake up…” Her voice trailed off, and pain bolted through him.

  “It’s no dream, Monica.”

  “I hope not.” She traced his jawline with hot fingers, and lust shot through him again.

  “Good. Then we have a mutual appreciation society.” He touched her lips and nestled against her back when she rolled over.

  When she woke up, Monica stretched, luxuriating in the feel of Jorge’s stiff cock nudging at her bottom. She wondered if he was awake.

  She turned toward him, wanting him again. “Hey, sleepyhead.” Monica ran her fingers along his back, down to his taut buttocks. His cock leaped in response to her touch, pressing against her stomach. Her nipples tingled against the soft hair of his chest.

  “Hey.” He kissed her, opening one eye.

  “Maybe I need to wake you up. I have some ideas.”

  “I have a better one. Let’s get ready and go shopping if that’s okay with you.” His eyes burned into hers, and she saw the lust there.

  “Let’s go.” She kissed him, long and lingering until he groaned.

  “You drive me crazy, woman.” They got up, throwing clothes on and brushing teeth.

  “Do you always keep spare toothbrushes for your lady friends?”

  Jorge grinned. “Only the ones who wear high heels in bed.”

  She popped him on the shoulder.

  “Nah, I’m kidding. I have them around for my nieces and nephews when they sleep over a few times a year. One of them always forgets a toothbrush.”

  Monica giggled. “Another one of your many talents—super uncle. How come you’re not married?”

  Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, and she gripped the counter, afraid of his answer.

  “Hadn’t found the right woman until today.” The unwavering gaze he gave her made her heart flip in her chest.

  “Oh, wow.”

  “I’m serious.”

  “I can tell.”

  “I hope you’ll feel the same way about me over time.”

  Monica wanted to laugh. Was he crazy? She had some pounds on him, wasn’t known for being a great beauty, and he wanted her for keeps? It wasn’t just because he was gorgeous. He said what he meant and didn’t play games, at least that’s what she thought.

  Slow down, Monica.

  “I already do, but let’s take it slowly.”

  “That’s like telling a train to halt on the track, but I’ll try.” He ran his fingers through her hair, and she admired his hard body in jeans and a t-shirt.

  “Let’s go to Sudmuth’s.”

  “What?” Monica tried not to sound shocked.

  “It’s a good place for shoe shopping.”

  “It’s so expensive. I can’t—”

  “Yes, you can. I want to.”

  His gaze held hers, and the honesty she saw in them convinced her.

  “Let’s go then.”

  Chapter Three

  JORGE TRIED NOT TO THINK too much about Monica in dresses, hose, and heels at Sudmuth’s. He had harbored this fantasy for years, and no other woman had ever come close to being interested, let alone going shopping there with him.

  His cock grew stiff as they pulled up to the store. “Let’s go try on some clothes.”

  He knew the clerks would be discreet there, especially after he flashed his credit card and they saw who he was.

  Monica didn’t know, which enchanted him.

  Jorge was the highest paid lawyer in Brownsville, Texas, but he didn’t tell women he met. Most already knew; that was why they wanted him. Monica was different.

  When they walked into the cool, elegant store, Jorge went right up to the attendant.

  “Miss Sweet would like to try on some dresses, shoes, and other items with relative privacy if possible. Here’s my card. You can start a tab.” He winked at the woman as she glanced at his name.

  “Certainly, Mr. Suarez.” The woman’s smile grew brighter. She walked over to Monica and introduced herself.

  “Miss Sweet, just point out anything you’d like to try on, and we’ll bring it to the dressing suite. What size do you wear?”

  Jorge didn’t miss her blush. He squeezed her shoulder in support, wanting her to know he didn’t care about the size.

  “A fourteen in most things and a seven in shoes.”

  She gave Jorge a wicked glance, and his cock leaped back to attention.

  “Wonderful.”

  They perused the store, picking out dresses, sexy lingerie in black and emerald green, and four pairs of high heels.

  “Thank you, Miss Caldwell. We’ll let you know what works or if Monica needs other sizes,” Jorge said.

  “Perfect.” The woman smiled and retreated to the front of the store.

  “Time for a fashion show.” Jorge walked behind her to the dressing suite which had been unlocked for her.

  “What do you want me to try on first?”

  “How about th
e red dress with the hose and matching red heels.” Jorge’s eyes moved down her body, and heat sizzled through her.

  “Sounds good. I’ll let you know when I have it on.”

  He ducked his head. “All right. I’ll be waiting outside, looking proper.”

  She laughed. “We’ll see how long that lasts.” Monica heard the bell tinkle announcing someone else had come into the store. She wondered where this fitting session would lead.

  The silky dress slinked over her; there was matching lingerie and silk hose underneath. Monica put the glimmering red heels, like something Dorothy would have worn, on last.

  “Okay, I’m ready.”

  Jorge swept the curtain aside and came into the room. Monica gulped as she saw his hard-on through his jeans. He unbuttoned them and knelt down, running his hands over her heeled feet. The feeling of his hands on her feet made her cunt clench with want.

  “Baby, you’re so sexy.” His voice was husky.

  “Likewise. Why don’t you let me give you something to remember about this boring shopping trip?” She raised an eyebrow, feeling reckless.

  “Sounds good to me.” He stood up, and she got on her knees in front of him.

  “Oh, wow.” He whispered, closing his eyes as she traced the outline of his hard cock through his underwear.

  “You want some?” Her voice was low and seductive. She hoped they wouldn’t be overheard, but she needed him.

  “Yes.” He gripped her hair as she pulled his cock out and took it in both hands.

  “Remembering what you did with your hard dick and my feet earlier today has made me really wet now and I need to taste you.”

  “Umm.” His voice was a guttural groan as she took him into her mouth, pulling him toward her.

  “It’s going to be tough to be quiet with you doing that.”

  She licked the head of his cock, looking up at him with big eyes.

  “Monica…”

  He whispered her name as she took him in her mouth, down to his balls. She slid up and down the hot, hard length of him, enjoying his muscled thighs under her hands. When she let him fall from her mouth, he gripped her shoulders, groaning.

  “I was thinking I’d rather have you take me.” She jerked her head to the left, indicating the high stool there. Monica turned her back, leaning against the stool and spreading her legs, giving him a good view of her ass.

  “You’re driving me crazy.”

  Monica heard other voices in the store, and her nipples tingled at the risk of being caught by someone.

  Jorge moved right behind her, his cock pressed against the seam of her bottom. He thrust the stockings down past her ass, ready to enter her.

  “Is everything all right, Miss Sweet? Do you need another size?”

  The woman’s voice surprised both of them.

  “No. It’s fine. I’m finding some things I really like.”

  Jorge laughed silently against Monica’s neck.

  “Wonderful. I’ll check on you again in a few minutes.”

  “Thank you.”

  Jorge couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman as much as he wanted Monica. His cock hurt with the wanting, his balls throbbing with demand. He ran his cock along the top of her bottom down to her wetness, spreading her lips and probing the moistness there.

  She moaned softly. “Please, don’t tease me.”

  “What are you going to do about it if I do?” He laughed softly, pressing a finger inside her and pulling it out as she whimpered.

  “What do you want, baby?”

  “Your cock. I want you inside me now.”

  “I like those sexy heels you have on. They make me crazy.” He positioned his cock over her wet entrance, thinking at the same time about how he’d love to explore the seam in her bottom soon. That gave him another idea. Jorge slid into her to the hilt as she gasped in surprise. He wicked a finger through her moisture and then probed the crack of her bottom.

  “Oh.” He heard her gasp, driving his lust higher. He slid his finger into her bottom to the first knuckle. “How does that feel?” He watched her eyes roll back in her head.

  “Jorge, oh, what are you doing to me?” She looked over her shoulder as he pushed the finger all the way in, moving it in time with his cock inside her cunt.

  “Taking all of you I can get. You’re so sexy, Monica.”

  She arched, pushing against him inside her as he gripped her hips tighter. The feel of the cold bench pressing against her clit and the fullness of him inside her made her tingle on the precipice of release.

  Jorge slammed into her cunt. “I’m coming, baby.” He nibbled her ear.

  “Me too,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

  He bucked inside her, swearing under his breath as she panted, her orgasm washing over her.

  They clung together for a moment, giggling under their breath.

  “Are you still doing fine?” He kept his tone light.

  “Wonderful. I think I’ve made up my mind.” Monica grinned as Jorge got dressed.

  “Great.”

  She collapsed against him. “What do you think? About the clothes, I mean?”

  He raised his eyebrows. “This dress and the rest, just get it all.”

  “What?”

  “Just buy it. I can return it if it doesn’t work out.” He waved his hand as if money were no concern.

  “If you’re sure…”

  “I am, and I want to talk to you about more than that on the way home.”

  Monica pulled her shirt on, wondering what he meant.

  Chapter Four

  “LET’S GET SOME DINNER, if that’s okay with you.”

  “It’s fine. Oh.” Monica stopped short as they walked out of Sudmuth’s, packages in tow.

  “What? Forget a pair of shoes you wanted?” Jorge gave her a wicked glance.

  “No. Worse. I forgot to call my boss.” She groaned, fishing her cell phone out of her purse.

  “I have a proposition to make.”

  “Like what?”

  He stopped by the car, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Can you wait on the call for a minute?”

  “Sure.” Her heart galloped in her chest at the intimate tone of his voice, at his attention to her in the middle of traffic.

  “Why don’t you come to work for me?” Jorge lowered his face against hers, the rough beginnings of a beard sending heat through her core.

  “What?” Monica wasn’t sure she had heard him correctly.

  “I need a new administrative assistant. Why don’t you interview for the job? You have a business degree and experience, correct?” His sensuous mouth curved, Monica thought of all the things he had done with it for her today.

  “Yes, but, I don’t want you to give me a job.” She moved away from him, her pride rearing its ugly head. Did he think he could buy and keep her?

  “I wouldn’t be. The decision is made by a board, not by me.”

  “Oh.” She sniffed. “What about workplace affair rules? I mean, you can’t date me.”

  “Sure I can. We’re two consenting adults, Monica.” His eyes danced with laughter as she walked around the car, away from him.

  “I’ll think about it. I need to make this call.”

  She punched in her boss’s home number, sweat beading her forehead.

  “Monica, nice of you to call.”

  The sarcasm in her superior’s voice wasn’t lost on her as she gripped her cell, not getting into the car. Monica didn’t want Jorge to overhear.

  “I’m sorry. I got sick.”

  “If you’re sick, I want that illness.” Her boss cackled. “Seriously, though, Monica, I can’t have you leaving when you want without telling me. I needed you this afternoon.” She paused. “Don’t come back in to work.”

  Monica caught her breath. “I’m sorry.”

  “I know, but my decision stands.”

  The phone clicked off, Monica got into the car in a daze.

  “So, take me up on my offer? I really want you
to, Monica. You have so much potential. I can tell.”

  She frowned at him. “How? Because of how I look in high heels or in a dressing room riding your cock?”

  Monica saw him suck in a breath. Did I hurt him?

  “No, you know I don’t think that way. I admire you and how you’ve made the best out of a bad situation. Our law firm has opportunity. You could step into something there that’s better than what you had.” He ran fingers through his dark hair. “Fine. I won’t push you. I enjoyed today, Monica. Where do you live? I’ll take you home.”

  She murmured her address, heat and discomfort washing over her. The short ride to her place was silent.

  Jorge spoke as he pulled into her driveway. “Thanks for the day, Monica. I’ll never forget it.”

  Her heart thumped at his warm glance, but she got out of the car, willing her stubborn legs to move. “I did, too, but I think a day is all it’s going to be.” She paused, avoiding his eyes. “I like you, Jorge, but I have to take care of myself.” Her pride wouldn’t allow her to do anything else, and she barely knew the man.

  Why did I just do that?

  A voice spoke inside her head: because you’re afraid.

  Monica sighed and dragged herself and her packages upstairs. A twinge of guilt ran through her at all Jorge had bought for her and how she had treated him.

  By the time she was in her apartment, adrenaline pumped through her veins at the thought of him out there somewhere, probably in his house thinking about her, too.

  She groaned and fretted, still not believing he could really want her for more than a one night stand. This being in a low wage job thing has really screwed with my head. What happened to the confident woman I used to be?

  Monica shook her head and stripped her clothes off, donning one of the sexy dresses Jorge had bought for her. Silky nude hose and patent leather, black, four-inch heels completed the outfit.

  The drive to Jorge’s house took what seemed like hours as city lights flew past and Monica anticipated his touch, her thighs trembling. She knew despite her pride and self-esteem issues, she couldn’t pass up Jorge. It wasn’t just the sex. Everything about him resonated in her soul.

  And who else likes feet and heels as much as I do?