Foreign Exchange

by Rachel Cade

  “Is that rhetorical?”

  “No.”

  “So she’s actually asking,” he mumbled to himself. Raising his voice, he turned her head to look at him. “Well, in all honesty I suppose I was hoping you’d let me make love to you.”

  At the sound of this man’s voice, of the words that poured so easily out of his mouth, Lorna felt her world tilt. Like a waking dream the moment seemed intense, yet somehow unreal, and certainly not her life. She licked her lips, and reveled and feared the desire that ran through her bloodstream.

  Her conscience was at war inside her brain, despite everything, there was a part of her that was screaming at her to go change her clothes and go home. That this was not real. That he had no right to want to make love to her because whatever drew him to her, for whatever reason, would eventually deteriorate and he would leave. Breaking her heart into a million pieces in the process.

  The other half said, ‘to hell with tomorrow and the day after, just have this moment for yourself’. The opportunity may never present itself again. In fact, she knew it wouldn’t. How many men would close down a department store to get your attention?

  Well, there was Patrick Dempsey in Sweet Home Alabama, and Reese Witherspoon had left him at the altar. Even though she knew she and Simon would never make it that far, would she be so foolish now?

  “Are you looking for a green card or something?” she asked suddenly, not even believing the words coming from her own mouth.

  Tossing his head back, Simon laughed. He laughed until his cheeks turned red. Lorna looked away shaking her head, feeling embarrassment heat her own cheeks. “Well, it would be an explanation for things. You have to admit—”

  “I don’t need a green card, Lorna.” Shaking his head, he continued. “I don’t think any woman has ever accused me of that.”

  She frowned. “I’ll bet.”

  “You’re trying to distract me from the situation at hand. And you were doing quite an efficient job except for one thing.”

  He pulled her arm down by the wrist until her hand was right over the bulge in his shorts. “This,” he said, grinning at the shocked expression she now wore. “Men aren’t capable of talking and having an erection at the same time. If we do, it’s quite a task, and I resent you for putting me through such a trial.”

  Simon sighed. “But I know it’s your way.” He swirled his thumb gently against her cheek. “So you’re forgiven.” Clear, direct, Caribbean ocean-colored eyes bore into hers. “If you learn anything in life you should know that things do not have to make sense in order to be.”

  When his mouth touched hers the whole world drifted away like a piece of logwood in a stream. Was this actually happening to her?

  She knew in that instant what had been coming, what had been haunting her blood all day. As crazy as it sounded, she wondered if she was falling in love with him. What was this feeling in her heart whenever she looked at him or thought of him? A man she had known for a grand total of five days.

  Of course, he didn’t feel the same about her. But for a while anyway, couldn’t she just pretend?

  She moved closer to him, wanting the heat of his mouth to drown out her fear.

  “I want you to make love to me,” she breathed against his mouth. Her heart was racing and she had to force air into her lungs.

  Her nose slid down his and she closed her eyes. “Please.”

  “You never have to beg me,” he whispered, nipping at her mouth.

  Simon moved his hand up her thigh, lifting the negligee as he moved. His mouth gingerly kissed at her arm, roaming with leisure down to her elbow. Placing his other hand on her thigh, she cried out when he lifted her, bringing her to eye level with him. His hands were directly on her ass. He started to crawl on his knees holding her. When he stopped, she looked back and saw the table. Lorna wrapped her arms around Simon’s neck. He leaned forward, still holding her, and with one hard push of his arm, he swept the dishes off the table. The clattering startled her.

  She wanted to tell him that he was ruining the display, and opened her mouth to, but the look in his eyes made her close it abruptly. They looked dark and wild. The colored so convoluted there was really no distinction between the blue and green like before. He sat her down on the table and laid her back. She was diagonally on the table, her head rested just on the pointed edge. Simon’s shorts had lowered. They now rested on the prominent iliac crests on either side of his hips. A very thin almost invisible line of golden hair ran under his navel and disappeared into the boxers.

  A deep rumble erupted from his throat as he bent both of her legs, propping her feet on the edge of the table. She felt wetness on the skin against her back. It must have been the champagne from the glasses that now rested somewhere between the pillows.

  “Play with yourself for me.”

  Her head shot up. “What?”

  “I want to watch you.”

  She let her head fall back on the table. “I thought I said I wanted you to make love to me.”

  “I will, love.” He pushed the gown up in one fluid motion so that it was up around her hips. He was looking at her underwear. “You should have known these were pointless.” He all but ripped them, snatching them off as he talked, and she had to grasp the table to keep from falling off it. He unwrapped her fingers from the edge of the table and placed them on her pussy. “Just touch yourself like you did before.”

  Fighting off embarrassment, she sent a feather light touch to her clit when he pulled her hands away. “Oh, and I almost forgot.” He brought her middle and index finger into his mouth. He stared directly at her while he sucked on them, drawing them gently in and out of his mouth. She watched her brown fingers repeatedly slide between his lips, her knuckles jutted against the roof of his mouth as the gentle roughness of his tongue doused her fingers.

  Lorna’s whole hand shook as she slowly pulled her two fingers from the warm confines of Simon’s mouth. He raised a blond brow and little lights of amusement danced in his eyes. “Your fingers taste sweet. Can I have some more?” He opened his mouth prepared to suck down on her fingers again but she pulled them away. He followed the motion like a cat captivated with a ball of string until he was hovered over her, his hands bracing the side of the table.

  Lorna shut her hand into a quick fist. She smiled impulsively, butterflies swarmed in her stomach from the giddiness she felt. Simon’s body heat radiated like the sun, she just wanted to feel him against her, inside her. Now.

  Large aqua-blue eyes narrowed as he snapped his sensuous mouth closed. “First things first.” He backed away and his body left her line of vision. She didn’t sit up to look at him. She didn’t want to see him watching her. She didn’t know how that would make her feel.

  Lorna yelped when she felt his nail scratch the top of her foot. “I want my show.”

  “Simon, are you really going to make me do this?”

  “Of course I am, don’t you know anything about me yet?”

  How did he do that? He was the only man she’d ever known that could stir such a mix of frustration and desire within her.

  Lorna shut her eyes, not wanting to see her spread thighs or the blond head that sat between them. He could see all of her. Nothing was left to the imagination. She closed her mouth and bit on her bottom lip. The first touch uncoiled her, like a breaking dam a wave of erotic heat seared her flesh.

  “What was that?” Simon’s voice cut in.

  “What?” Lorna asked. “You told me to touch myself. I am touching myself.”

  “Yes, love, but it sounded like your mouth was closed.”

  She sighed.

  “No, little Lorna, that simply will not do.” He tapped his finger on her thumb to emphasize. “Whenever you touch yourself it feels good. When it feels good you should moan, correct?”

  “Correct, smart-ass.”

  “Glad we are in agreement. Unless you desire direction, do what you want.”

  Lorna licked her lips and turned her head sideway
s. Slowly, she began rounding her clit with her index finger. A hot flame clutched her skin. Her thighs felt tight, as she had them spread as far as they could go for him. A small mewling sound left her lips.

  Her toes hooked over the edge of the table. She started to stroke her fingers up and down over herself. Each time her fingers slicked up and down over her tiny nub of flesh she felt a shock hit her, a mini thunderbolt aimed right at the center of her thighs.

  Lorna’s head turned to the other side, and her pelvis started to slide over the smooth service.

  “Put two fingers inside.” Simon’s voice was barely above a whisper, but she heard him. And proceeded to do as he asked. When she did, her thighs shut over her hand as she cried out. She lay there panting, with her knees drawn up and her legs clenched tightly. Her chest rose and fell with each breath that seeped from her lips. Her fingers were warm inside of her, hot as if confined in a heated oven. A fine sheen of sweat now glistened her skin. Just the idea of Simon watching her yet not touching her, sent her into flames.

  Slowly, she slinking her fingers in and out of her pussy. Gradually she began to lower her legs back down to the table. She lifted her head up, still not wanting to see Simon while moaning out, loud and long when the erotic buildup began. Her face crunched and she wanted to close her mouth but she didn’t, remembering he wanted to hear everything. Air hissed out her mouth as she spread her legs wider, feeling the muscles in her inner thighs pull, making her clit even more sensitive, the sensations more intense.

  Pushing her head back she groaned, hearing it echo, her toes pressed harder into the wood. Her pussy spasmed around her fingers and she made herself slow down, gentling the strokes. The muscles in her neck and face felt strained. Her chest was tight, her lower half burned and it sent a direct path to each of her breasts, settling at the tips.

  His voice cut through the air. “You remember how I said I liked to fuck?”

  Her mind had to maneuver through a haze of passion before it registered that he spoke. Panting, she answered him. “H--hard.”

  “That’s right, hard.”

  Lorna gripped her nails in the wood of the table as she began to fuck herself with three fingers. Hard, just how he liked it.

  Sweat beaded her top lip as she kept up the pace.

  “Oh,” Simon cooed. “That’s nice.”

  Lorna began to raise her pelvis off the table, mimicking her rising orgasm. She felt something cold underneath her fingers, in the tiny spot between her pussy and anus, it instantaneously morphed into a warm roughness and she understood it was Simon’s tongue. Her reflex was to lurch sideways, but his mouth didn’t leave her. She gasped hard when she felt his tongue, pointed flick up, between her fingers.

  He kissed her knuckles. “Don’t stop, Lorna,” he breathed, kissing them again. She hadn’t realized she had, the feel of his scorching mouth so close to her made her freeze.

  She pulled her fingers out an inch and felt his tongue on them, licking away her essence, not missing a spot, even laving between her fingers.

  “You’re not supposed to stop.”

  She swallowed before she spoke. “I’m gonna come.”

  A small curious sound came from him, like a professor making an odd discovery. His hand grasped her wrist and pulled her fingers out. He brought her glistening fingers to his mouth and stared at her. His tongue licked up the back of her forefinger first before sucking on the top, his teeth lightly nipped at her skin.

  He dropped his open mouth down on her middle finger and sucked on it, slowly pulling it up his lips. When he finished, he asked softly. “Would you like to in my mouth?”

  Lorna’s mouth opened, she stared at him.

  The corner of his mouth lifted. “Speechless, hmm?” he purred. “I like that.”

  He took one of his long tapered fingers and began to trail it down her thigh. “Because I like the way you taste.” Simon’s jaw moved as if he were running his tongue over the roof of his mouth. “And I want some more.”

  Her stomach muscles clenched suddenly and painfully as he lowered his body between her legs. He wouldn’t take his eyes off of her, if she knew him at all; she knew he wanted to savor every reaction. Would he still watch her while his mouth was on her, his tongue deep inside?

  The visual made her shudder. She didn’t know how she was going to deal with having his mouth on her.

  The first touch of his tongue was incendiary. The rest of his lips followed. She whimpered and tried to move, but he kept his hands braced on her ankles. She cursed aloud when his tongue began to wind over and over, laving up her clit repeatedly. Her orgasm came so quick she cursed herself even as she gave into the tidal wave of pleasure that crashed over her body. She could hear her shout echoing. As she slowly came down, heaving breathes pounded through her chest. Her eyes caught sight of the blond head that was still pressed diligently between her legs. His tongue, long and pointed, still roamed the crevasses of her skin drawing gasps from her with each skillful stroke.

  She gritted her teeth feeling her drenched pussy still trembling from the force of her quick climax. Her chest felt weighed down and constricted. Lorna wanted to scream, it was on the edge of her throat waiting to dive off. Simon began pressing his tongue into her body. Panting, Lorna’s eyes crossed and she bit off a squeal. He hooked his arm around her waist and brought her body closer to his mouth.

  Long and hard he sucked at her, pulling at her flesh with his mouth until she began to claw at her own thighs, pleading with him not to stop. His head felt so large and strange between her legs, his smooth cheeks warm and soft against her inner thighs. Sighing, she turned her head to the side again, resting her cheek against the coolness of the wood. She’d never had oral sex before, and she was far too ashamed to ever admit that to him.

  When he pulled his head away from her and started licking a path up her abdomen she felt dizzy and heady, and slightly pissed because she had been so close to her second orgasm.

  “That was nice.” Simon braced himself on either side of the table. His hair swayed gently as he smiled sweetly down at her. “Are you ready for something else?”

  She nodded and began moving her legs up around his waist. “Yes.”

  His head tilted. “Definitely?”

  “Absolutely.”

  Bending down, he kissed her. Her heart soared at the light tint she’d seen in his sparking blue-green eyes right before her world became his mouth. On his tongue she tasted her own sweetness mixed with champagne, and marveled at it. She was enthralled in the feeling and the closeness of him. His strong arm wrapped around her back, pulling her to him. She was so distracted it didn’t register that he was penetrating her. When she fully realized what was happening, there was nothing she could do but let the shocked air pour from her body.

  Simon was inside of her. Damn, was he ever.

  All of him.

  She fell back hard to the table as her lips slid slowly from his. Her legs limp.

  He stared at her, his expression tight, strained.

  She was scared now. Inside she felt like scolding herself. Feeling his cock imbedded to the hilt inside of her was like a bucket of cold water. She was having sex with a man she didn’t know. No matter how charming. And this was the unfortunate time she chose to get cold feet. Was he going to be gentle with her? She had no idea.

  “Simon—”

  “What?” His expression was shrewd. She felt even more embarrassed trying to have a conversation with him in such a compromising position.

  “Just…don’t be too rough…please,” she whispered, and felt like a complete moron.

  He smiled, a wolfish grin that made her tremor. She’d never seen him smile like that before.

  “This is not the time for you to be coquettish, sweet.”

  There was that smile again.

  When Simon began to move inside of her it was as if time stopped. She had assumed nothing could feel better than the feeling of his mouth between her legs, but she had most definitely assumed wron
g. He thrust in and out of her in restrained measured strokes.

  Lorna felt as if she were outside of her body as she felt Simon’s long shaft moving in and out of her. Whimpering, she closed her eyes and just gave into the feeling. It didn’t take long for sweat to glisten her body. Simon leaned down and kissed her. His lips barely touching hers, the softness of it, the chasteness, totally contradicted the way he was drilling himself inside her. She tried to kiss him back, lurching up her head to feel blindly for the softness of his mouth. Each time he pressed inside of her, she felt her body crush back against the hard table.

  She opened her eyes half way to see Simon, those beautiful eyes staring down at her. He held his tongue to the roof of his mouth, small grunts emanating from his throat.

  His body shifted above hers as his pace quickened. He leaned down to kiss her again, gently molding his mouth to her. “You know,” he whispered suddenly, nibbling her lips while she cried out from his pumping, “I think we can do a little better then this. What do you say?”

  Lorna gave no verbal response. Simon pulled her up from the table still impaled in her and sat her on the white pedestal reserved for the mannequin display. He spread her legs wider at the knees, slowly pulling out, watching for her reaction.

  She trembled and bit her tongue twice as he pumped relentlessly inside of her. Crying out Lorna leaned back, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist while he held her hips in his hands.

  “Oh...fuck!” She reached out for his shoulders and pulled him toward her. She wanted to kiss him, instead she just held him close as a torrent of passion consumed her. She was on the edge of an orgasm and she knew it, and yet she wanted the moment to last forever. Simon’s mouth was close to her ear and she could hear his breath rasping out of his lungs, low grunts echoed in her ear as he pressed forward. Pushing his pelvis forward with her foot, she clenched her vaginal muscles around him and felt him tighten his grip on her hips.

  Lorna moaned and her vision unfocused briefly. Languidly, she reached up and grabbed a fist full of his soft platinum-blond hair and pulled his mouth to hers. His lips were warm and smooth like heated velvet. And for a while that was all she knew, the feeling of his mouth and the extraordinary pleasure of him moving within her.