by Velvet Veers
As she approached, he stood up, always the perfect gentleman. He certainly wasn't helping her cause. “Would you like to go dine now?” he asked.
She linked her arm through his and followed him to the waiting limo. Eat? He thinks I can eat? The thought of feasting on him popped into the forefront of her mind, not that it was that far off to begin with. Visions of her teeth nipping at his nipples only to trail south, stopping at his erection, her tongue darting out, tasting the salty readiness from the tip. The look on his face as she drew him into her mouth...
Stop it now, Victoria. You are out of control.
* * * *
The limo stopped at Fogo de Choa, a Brazilian restaurant that had always been one of her favorites.
"I have a reservation for two, a private table,” Taft told the hostess.
Victoria was pleasantly surprised, but on guard. She expected another mandatory business social. Being alone with him would certainly test her resolve. Suddenly the reality hit her—he hadn't thought of this as business, but a date!
She couldn't tamp down the thrill that thought had caused, no matter how hard she tried. Being this close to Taft for a whole evening and not having to share him with anyone should have sent her running; instead it left her stomach quivering in anticipation. Her body glowed with delight from his simple smile.
There seemed a clear line of demarcation in her life: before and after Taft. Before Taft, her existence seemed blurred, a dull gray in comparison to the bright colors and the acuteness of her senses now coursing through her. Twenty-eight years of age and she suddenly knew passion, bubbling up within her like steam from a pressure cooker, the rocker tipping and hissing trying to escape, threatening an explosion. But now the lid was open, and the vapor rose with the delightful possibilities of the taste of the future—all because Taft stepped into her life.
The kind of passion she felt was a fiery, animalistic desire. To hell with unbuttoning his shirt with slow, nimble fingers; she wanted to rip it from his body and jerk his pants off in one fell swoop, jumping this man's glorious bones, right here in the middle of Fogo de Choa, to hell with who watched.
"Do you come here often?” Victoria asked, trying to rid her mind from the wanton images and get it back on their conversation.
"Yes, when I'm in town. I realize I'm not being politically correct, but hell, I'm from Texas and I love my meat and potatoes; big helpings of meat and potatoes."
"I must confess that I've tried the vegetarian route, but stayed hungry all the time. It didn't work for me. So I'm a meat and potatoes girl, with a side salad for good measure."
Taft's gaze took a leisurely stroll over her body, sending heat traveling over her flesh. “Eating meat has definitely not put a dent in your body. How do you stay so perfect?"
Victoria laughed. “I do aerobics and kick boxing, or at least I did before...” She stopped herself from revealing too much. Thankfully he let it drop.
Taft grasped her hand, entwining his fingers in hers. “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"
"Sorry, Taft, no personal questions. I took Escort Service 101. Personal questions are against the rules."
"And what other rules did they teach you?"
"The customer is always right, no matter what you might think. And the best and possibly the worst one—no sex with clients. The best one because it protects you from your clients. The worst one because you are the first man in this world to make me incredibly hot, the only man I have ever wanted, and the rules say if I have sex with you I'll lose my job."
Victoria nearly groaned the minute the words came out of her mouth. It must have been the alcohol as she suddenly had diarrhea of the mouth. When she drank, anything that came to her mind she said without thought.
Taft's eyes flared. “I know that rule. And we haven't broken it ... yet."
"Aren't you afraid that if you continue hiring me, we will?"
Taft held her gaze for a time before he spoke. “Victoria, right now I'm afraid of not having sex with you. What's the worst that could happen should we break a rule?"
Sobering, Victoria said, “Well, for starters, I lose my job. I have to work and if I get fired, that spells disaster for me. Then I'll never be able to leave the Center...” She reddened at her near slip. “And you wouldn't be allowed to use the services of Companionship, Inc."
Taft leaned in close, his warm breath caressing her cheek. “Maybe I don't want to use their services. Maybe I only want you. Victoria, do you really think they can enforce that rule? Think about why they made the rule in the first place—to make the escort service legitimate, and to protect the company from accusations of being a front for prostitution. Do you really think Stephen Sawyer cares one way or another whether we have sex or not?"
Victoria looked at him, more confused now than before. “I don't know, Taft. But I can't take that chance."
"You ever heard rules are made to be broken?"
"I always follow the rules, Taft. It's easier that way."
"You have to learn the rules inside and out to know how and when to break them."
"The bottom line is I need this job so I'm not about to jeopardize that by having sex with you. I'm not willing to take the risk."
Her words rang hollow. Though she had no intentions of having sex, her body rebelled, aching with desire for a night of hot steamy sex with Taft.
The waiter walked up to clear away some of the dishes from the table as something hard landed between Victoria's legs. She yelped, jumping almost out of her seat.
"I'm terribly sorry if I startled you, Madame,” said the waiter, fumbling dishes in his disconcert. “May I remove your salad plates?"
Her face no doubt flamed. Victoria glared at Taft while he stared at her, feigning innocence. She looked down to find his sock-covered foot between her thighs, his wiggling toes beneath her dress, teasing the highly sensitized flesh covered by the thin material of her panties.
The waiter cleared the table and left without another word. No doubt embarrassed, thinking he had caused Victoria to jump. She growled at Taft. “I can't believe you did that. You'll pay."
"Do you accept plastic?” Taft laughed with boyish delight, running his foot up the inside of her leg from her ankle back to her crotch.
She clamped her legs together, but it only served to hold his foot in place while his toes wiggled against her swollen flesh, sending frissons of pleasure curling through her belly.
"Stop it,” she insisted, trying her hardest to appear sincere. “How can you expect me to eat with you doing that?” Needing to shift Taft's attention, she turned the signal disc on the table from red to green, indicating to the waiters walking around the restaurant in their native countries attire that she was ready to try a different type of meat. One of the men approached their table with his skewer of meat, asking if she would like the “garlic lamb."
"Yes, that's one of my favorites."
The waiter placed the tip of the skewer on her plate and sliced off a section of the meat and placed it on her plate. He left their table to move on to someone else's green turned disc.
"Do you see that?” Victoria asked, pointing to the impaled piece of meat with her fork. “That is going to be your penis if you don't behave."
"Ouch.” Taft winced, sending his hands to his groin to protect his manhood, then smiled.
Although their conversation steered away from what went on between the sheets, her mind never strayed. She couldn't shake the image of him, naked, on red satin sheets, no matter how lively the conversation.
An hour later, heading to the limo, Taft asked, “Where to now? Anyplace in particular you'd like to go?"
Gnawing on her upper lip, she thought for a moment. “You mean like dancing?"
"Anything."
"There's a club on Greenville I've been dying to go to—The Red Jacket."
Taft instructed the limo driver, “To The Red Jacket for my lady in red."
CHAPTER 5
And they were off. Taft
placed Victoria's hand in his and then brought it to his mouth and kissed the palm several times. Then sticking his tongue out he twirled it around her palm and in between the web of her figures. He could hear Victoria's breathing accelerate and continued torturing her with his seduction. He took her index finger and sucked on it and moved to the next finger. Victoria shifted in her seat and Taft smiled while he continued the erotic love play.
The limo stopped and Victoria snatched her hand away from his and whispered under her breath, “Thank God, we're here."
Taft chuckled to himself as he stepped out of the limo, thinking, she doesn't know yet but that was only the beginning.
Minutes later, Victoria and Taft walked into the lively hubbub of the glittering new social mecca. The place was crowded and smoky; one of the many reasons Victoria avoided these types of places. Taft pulled her straight to the packed dance floor. All the years of boring brunches, obligatory committee meetings she had attended with her husband and pasted on smiles of his friends and colleagues melted away. The primal beat of the music and the movement of her body took over—and she never wanted to go back to her past life, even with its financial security.
Victoria watched the rhythm of Taft's body, drinking in every move and nuance. He kept his eyes glued on hers, much like a ravenous lion watches his prey. She loved how he danced toward her, sweeping her body into his embrace, then releasing her. The sensuous movements seemed a metaphor for the ebb and flow of life, very much like the act of sex—in then out, fast then slow, hard then soft, rough then tender.
The D.J. played “How Soon Is Now” and Taft drew her close to him. She positioned her body so her legs cradled his, his sensuous movements teasing the sensitive v of her thighs, rubbing her in the right places ... yet going undetected by others gracing the floor. Brushing her hip over his erection, she could feel the tensile strength, and moved her lower abdomen against him, wanting to feel the hardness pulsate against her.
The music stopped and Victoria backed away. He emitted a masculine growl and grabbed for her. She sashayed out of his reach and laughed. They were like two animals engaged in a primordial mating dance.
He lunged and she evaded his grasp again. “You know what they say, pay back is hell."
"Promises, promises. Let's get some air."
A fast song began before they were disentangled from the other dancers and off the floor. Two women came out of nowhere and wedged themselves between Victoria and Taft, stopping them as they made their way through the throng of people. One tall beautiful redhead stood behind him, while the other more dark and sultry one flanked his front. The darker of the two ground her hips against Taft, while the red-haired one blocked his escape. Both rubbed their bodies all over him as he attempted to disentangle himself.
Taft finally turned and said something to the sultry one that Victoria couldn't hear. The woman's face contorted with rage, before stalking off the dance floor. She must have had one too many highballs, Victoria thought.
Victoria moved out the door in front of him. He grabbed her arm and led her to the side of the building and into a dark alley. As soon as they rounded the corner, he pressed her against the wall, his erection trapped between them, hard and demanding.
Between clenched teeth, he said, “Is this what you wanted out there on the dance floor, baby? Take it. It's all yours."
Because of his sudden actions, she could only assume the women on the dance floor had nearly enraged him, making him seem almost dangerous in his passion. She couldn't help it, but the picture he presented only fueled her to take action. With shaking hands, she reached down and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, all the while, her eyes held fast on his. She reached in to grab his hot, throbbing penis.
She'd known it was large, but hadn't expected anything such as this. She stroked the head, circling her fingers around the tip as two drops of hot liquid seeped out. She rubbed the pre-ejaculate around the head of his penis, then knelt down to sample him. She nipped him softly with her teeth, before exploring him with her tongue, then drew him deeper into her mouth.
"Victoria,” he said, entwining his fingers into her hair and pulling her head in closer. “Your mouth is so hot and wet."
* * * *
His hips moved in and out as she brought him close to the edge. He tried to warn her, to move her, but she continued. He tilted his head back and shuddered one final time. Victoria rose slowly with a naughty smile, driving him nearly insane. Where the hell had she been all his life?
Taft, sweating and spent, used the wall for support. “Woman, you have no idea how good you are."
She helped him zip his pants and buckle his belt, lest anyone come around the corner and discover what had just transpired.
She turned toward the bar, but he grasped her arm. “Wait a minute, baby. We're not finished.” He pressed her against the wall again and raked his fingers up the outside of her thighs, pulling her dress to her waist. One hand groped beneath her panties as he whispered in her ear, “Spread your legs for me, baby."
His fingers found the sweet wetness between her legs and she moaned when he began slowly stroking her. He knelt on one knee and his thumb found her clit, while the other hand opened her for his mouth.
He loved the way her body writhed in response to his tongue. He rolled his tongue tight and spread her lips wider, tighter, plunging it deep within her. She screamed in near agony of pleasure. Her body arched against the wall as he held onto her hips. She tasted every bit as good as he'd imagined, better than any raw oysters straight from the sea. Wrapping one leg around his head, she gave him better access.
Her muscles grew taut and her hands grabbed his head, guiding his tongue to the pinnacle of her bliss. “Don't hold back, baby, I want to taste you."
With a small shudder of her body, she released as Taft rode the wave of ecstasy, savoring her unique flavor.
He rose and kissed her softly. “I want you in my bed tonight, Victoria. I'm not asking you to break any rules by having sex with me. I just want to feel you next to me—just for one night."
Victoria looked at him in surprise. “Taft, I can't do that..."
"You don't trust me?” Taft asked, disappointment flowing through him.
"Yes, I trust you. But I need this job. Even the illusion of us having sex would be bad and could cost me my job."
Taft kissed her on the head. “It won't be a problem. Just this once."
Victoria softened; he could see it in the way she held herself. Thrilled that she might be entertaining the idea, he reached for her hand.
"Okay,” she agreed. “But no sex. That's my criteria."
Taft smiled at Victoria and led her to the waiting limo, before she changed her mind.
A short time later, Taft opened the door to the penthouse. Although the smell of fresh paint lingered in the air, the painters had finished the day before and everything was back in order. Hesitating at the door, he wondered whether Melanie would make another one of her grand appearances. He turned on a lamp, illuminating the room in soft amber light. Taft sighed. Everything appeared normal.
"I'm going to change into something more comfortable, Victoria. Meanwhile, make yourself at home. I'll get us some wine in a sec."
* * * *
Taft's tastefully decorated home took Victoria's breath away. She walked over to the massive picture window overlooking downtown Dallas. The skyline at night looked like a sparkling fairyland with everything appearing as miniature.
Taft walked out in a silk robe and guided her into his well-stocked kitchen. He opened a bottle of wine and poured them each a glass.
"Let's go to the living room and listen to some music, shall we?” he suggested.
Victoria snuggled into the folds of his couch, silently sipping her wine while they listened to Beethoven. Taft placed his wineglass on the coffee table and nuzzled Victoria's neck. Her fingers played with the thick, soft tufts of hair on the back of his neck. Taft took her glass and placed it on the table beside his, the
n nibbled her neck, trailing a path to the top of her bosom. Lowering her dress off her shoulders, he pulled it to her waist. With a flick of the wrist, her bra popped off, leaving her breasts gloriously naked to his exploring mouth.
He brought her nipples to taut, hard peaks, sucking on one while lightly pinching the other. Hot heat-like lightning sizzled downward from her breasts to settle in a pool between her thighs. She moaned and arched her neck, holding his head between her breasts.
With strong, muscular arms, he slightly lifted her hips, removing her dress and panties in one swoop, as he continued his descent, planting kisses over her stomach, and laving her belly button.
With agonizing slowness, his lips and tongue made their way to the inside of her thighs. Lifting one leg, he kissed the inside of her knee, moving slowly upward to the top of the inner thigh—kisses creeping ever so close to her hot, moist center that seemed to beg for him. She shifted, moving herself closer, then held his head between her thighs.
He lifted the other leg, repeating his action by kissing her other leg from knee to thigh and moving slowly upward. She could feel his hot breath on her sensitized flesh, but she wanted his tongue, craved it. She wanted him to bathe her with his tongue, to wash her with his warm saliva.
"What do you want, Victoria?” Taft asked. “Tell me what you like."
"I want you to lick me,” she panted, her face red from embarrassment of speaking her true wishes aloud and sweating from exertion, never had she felt so gloriously alive.
"You have to tell me where you want me to lick you."
"My clit. Oh, Taft, lick me now before I die from wanting you."
Victoria could hear his soft chuckle as he honored her request. The room blackened and the sounds of night faded as Victoria gave way to the sensations washing over her like warm tides. His tongue lathed her clitoris, shutting out all else—long hard strokes that made her stomach clinch.
Without moving his mouth from her, Taft turned so that his erection dangled over her. Victoria cupped one ball in her hand, then suckled it, stroking and licking until she felt him tense. She moved to the other one, before wetting her finger and sliding it into his ass. She grabbed the head of his penis and pulled it into her mouth, running her tongue around the rim before taking it deep into her throat. His tongue quickened, taking her ready body to new heights.