by Melody Banks
I had just made it downstairs to dark black Lincoln towncar Nick had sent to fetch me when another text came through:
Where are you?
On my way! I wrote back. Be there as soon as I can.
Hurry up. I’ve been waiting all day to taste you….
Whoa! This was not what I was expecting. He had been so reserved the other night, so unwilling to take the plunge and try to pleasure me himself.
I wondered if this was more teasing?
As it turned out, he was not.
He wasted no time, either. As soon as Nick and I were securely behind closed doors, he steered me over to his huge mahogany desk facing the window.
Without so much as a word, he set to work on me. The suddenness of the scene surprised me. I had expected pleasantries, talking. But he had not even said hello.
Before I knew what was happening, I was lying on my back on his desk. As promised, Nick was kneeling on the floor, his face buried between my legs.
I squirmed, parting my legs wider to allow his tongue better access, and a soft moan escaped my lips. The feel of his tongue was incredible, amazing.
I relaxed back against the desk, willing myself to stop thinking so much, to merely enjoy it. As I glanced down I see the bulge of his enormous cock pressing against his pants.
I tried not to think about it. The more anxiety I feel the harder it will be to come. I stare out the window instead.
Nicholas’s office has a breathtaking view of the New York skyline. If I looked past Nick – his head bobbing up and down rhythmically between my legs, his tongue tracing patterns between my thighs – I could see a row of huge skyscrapers across the way. And if I looked past them…suddenly, I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. Who are those people? Watching us? A man and a woman in a building across the street, in a window on the same level as ours, were huddled close, staring directly at us.
Oh…my….God.
They’re watching as he goes down on me! I realized. I am not naked. In Nick’s rush to get started, he had not removed any of my clothing. The second I walked through the door, he flung me onto the desk, pushed my skirt up with both hands and began hungrily lapping at the space between my legs. No foreplay. No gentle easing in. In fact, I wonder now if this was all part of his plan? He had not allowed me time to take in my surroundings, or I would have certainly noticed the window blinds being open. My instinct is to tell him to stop, to tell him to shut them so no one see us…who knew how many others were out there in New York, watching the little show we were putting on right now?
But I was too excited to tell him to stop. Arousal was taking over me, consuming me, my pleasure unfolding on stage before a captive audience. I imagined them getting turned on by what they were seeing…this man so eagerly, hungrily diving down between my legs. My body writhing and shaking on the desk, as I moaned in pleasure. My hands in his hair, guiding him into me…. I could feel myself getting wet, wetter than I’d been in so long.
I glanced up again toward the couple across the way. They hadn’t moved an inch, but were staring, transfixed. They are definitely watching! I thought. Watching and enjoying, I think. Before I can talk myself out of it, I begin unhooking the buttons on my blouse until it is completely open. I’m still wearing my black-and-pink lace bra, and my nipples are rock hard beneath it. Oh, God, how it would feel to expose myself right now! It would be so wrong, so dirty, so naughty…but also deliriously exciting. Suddenly, the movements Nicholas is making with his tongue – the gentle lapping and tickling – feels electrifying.
“Oh, God!” I cried out. Nick responded by intensifying the pressure. I could feel myself getting closer. It wouldn’t happen, I knew, but it was so amazing, it felt so good to lay here, twisting on fire like this….
I took both breasts in my hands, massaging them gently. Then, in a moment of daring spurred on my ecstasy, I unclasped the front hook of the bra and slowly pulled it off, allowing my breasts to come free.
I groaned loudly as the cool air hit my nipples. My legs were hanging over Nick’s shoulders and I slid them together, gently squeezing his head between my thighs. I felt Nick’s hands move up my body, reaching expertly until they’d found my breasts. He cupped them in his strong hands and began rolling my nipples over between his fingers.
“Oooooh,” I moaned, squeezing Nick’s head harder between my legs. My hands were now tightly gripping his hair, pulling him into me with great force as his tongue worked between my legs.
I can feel my orgasm building. It’s really going to happen! Finally!
And then, suddenly, just like that, he stopped. He stood up, untangling himself from me.
I reached for him, tried to push him back.
“I can’t, Violet. Board meeting in five minutes.”
“Oh, God,” I begged, grabbing his arm as he started to move. “Please! I was about to come.”
“I’ll be late for my meeting.” He looked down at his bulging cock and smiled. “Now I guess two of us will have to be uncomfortable.”
“Please, just let me!” I was whimpering. “I’m almost there!”
He considered this for what felt like a torturously long time, before finally saying, “I’ll make you a deal. I will continue. But under one condition.”
“Anything!” I shouted, not caring what the condition was.
“You must say it.”
“Say what?” I asked, frantic.
“You must ask for it, beg for it. I need you to beg for it.”
“What?”
“Say it and I will do it.”
I was red hot with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. I didn’t want to do it, but I didn’t see any other choice. I took a deep breath, and whispered the words.
“That’s not very convincing,” he told me, smirking. “I really don’t have time for this Violet, if you don’t want it badly enough….”
“NO!” I said hotly. “I do want it.”
He nodded. “You want what?”
“I want you to eat me.”
“Louder,” he commanded. “Like you mean it.”
“I want you to eat me out!”
He raised an eyebrow but didn’t make a move.
“Nicholas,” I said, through gritted teeth. “Please, for the love of God, I’m dying here.”
“And, well….?”
“And, well,” I say, grabbing him by his arm, harder this time. “Get! On! Your! Knees! And! Eat! My! Pussy!”
“That’s more like it,” he smiled, but he still wasn’t moving.
“Nick! Do it! Please, will you just do it! Please, for the love of God, eat me out!”
With that, he bowed, dutifully, and began a slow, painstaking process of trailing kisses up my inner thigh.
“Higher. Please!”
“Yes, that’s it,” he said, pausing to look up at me. “Tell me what to do, Violet. Just keep telling me. The longer you talk, the more pleasure I’ll give you.”
I’m ordinarily quiet in bed, even with him, but dangling on the brink of an orgasm has made me desperate.
“LICK ME! EAT ME!” I screamed, no longer worrying if his office had soundproof doors.
At first I’m cautious, but that soon gives way as I realize he’s making good on his promise – the more I talk, and the dirtier – the more he steps up his game. It was like a voice-operated vibrator, only ten million times better.
“Harder!” I screamed, rocking my hips against his face. “Oh God, I’m so wet! I want to come all over your tongue!”
I feel his tongue find my clit and in one quick motion he’s wrapped his lips around it. He begins sucking on it with his lips while his tongue darts out and flicks against it.
“Mmmmmm! Oh God!”
It’s all I can take. I explode in an earth-shattering orgasm. My whole body quakes beneath him, writing frantically on the desk. His powerful arms grab hold of my thighs and hold me tightly in place, even as my body is desperately trying to squirm away. I don’t know how many times I come –
I lose count as the waves of orgasm after orgasm wash over me.
When it’s finally all said and done, when I can finally breathe again I note that Nick is sporting a throbbing, enormous hard-on. I take him into my mouth and begin sucking frantically, hungrily. His cock feels so good there, and I’m longing to return the favor, but he forces me to stop.
“I’m very late for my meeting, Violet.”
“What?” I gasp, desperate to continue. I want to please him the way he’s just pleased me.
“There isn’t time. We’ll finish later.”
I have never seen a man do this before – interrupt things before he can have his turn. But it is perhaps one of the many strange and inexplicable things about Nicholas Colby.
He zips up his pants, tucking away his massive hard-on. I struggle to pull myself together, still shaking from the intensity of my orgasm.
As Nick exits the room, I remember the two strangers across the way. I look out the window and catch them, still watching.
They’re applauding.
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It was all so perfect. Then two days passed and no Nick. No phone call, no text. Nothing.
I felt like a gigantic fool. Had that been all Nick wanted? Mission accomplished. He had made me come, he had done what no other man had ever been able to accomplish.
Perhaps that was his only intention all along. To see if he could to it, and then be on his way.
It was such a private, personal thing – such a monumental moment in my life to have come for him on his desk that day. When I didn’t hear from him right afterwards, I was devastated.
Then, finally, on Friday night the phone rang. It was Nick. “I’m sorry I haven’t called.”
“That’s okay,” I lied. I was still stinging from his disappearing act.
“What’s up?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
“Japan,” he sighed. “It’s a nightmare. Look, can I just come over? I’d rather not talk about it on the phone.” There was something in his voice that sounded odd. I couldn’t quite place it, but I had the distinct feeling that something was wrong. “Sure,” I said. “I live at – ”
He cut me off. “I know.”
Was there anything he didn’t know about me? That reminded me – how had he ever found out I’d been the one to write the Naughty Little Secrets column in the first place? Had he tracked me through IT like Mariah had? I made a mental note to ask him when he came over.
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
He made it in ten. And he’d brought flowers. Gerbera daises, my favorite. Again, how did he know such things? I was about to ask, but instead I blurted out: “I didn’t think I would ever see you again.”
I immediately wanted to smack myself. If this was a game, I was failing miserably. Talk about showing your hand.
“Didn’t think you’d see me again?” Nick set the flowers down on the table. He reached up and brushed a lock of hair out of my eyes. “What on earth would make you say that?”
That you made me come…that you got what you wanted. That, maybe, for you the challenge was over. That you called this a game. There were a million things I could have said, but I kept my mouth shut.
He leaned forward and kissed me, softly. The gentleness of his lips against mine caught me off guard.
I felt myself tingling all over. “So you’re not leaving?” I asked, as we pulled apart.
“Leaving?” Nick said, laughing lightly. He stroked my hair again. “We’re just getting started….”
THE END
About the Author
Thanks so much for reading My Dirty Little Secret, the first book in the Dangerous Curves trilogy! I hope you’ve enjoyed meeting Violet and getting to know her as she embarks on this exciting journey with Nicholas Colby.
Like Violet, I am plus-sized, and have been since I was a young girl, so she is a character who is very close to my heart.
I love hearing from my readers! Drop me a line at [email protected] or visit me online at www.melodybanks.com. You can also like my Facebook page where you’ll find information about upcoming releases, special book giveaways, reader contests and more!
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Hugs,
Melanie
Look for the next installment of Dangerous Curves in late July 2013!
Dangerous Curves (Part 2)
The Good Girl
Violet Lewis has always been “The Good Girl.” But ever since hooking up with billionaire bad boy Nicholas Colby, Violet’s life has taken a turn for the naughty.
In this thrilling second installment, Violet and Nick pick up right where things left off, continuing on with their steamy, month-long affair. As Nick pushes Violet to explore her sexual boundaries, questions emerge:
What will happen once those 30 days are over? What are Nick’s true intentions toward Violet? And how will she respond when she learns the secrets behind Nick’s sordid past?
Steamier, sexier, and more thrilling than the first….
Check out Dangerous Curves: The Good Girl in July 2013!
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