by Ann Vremont
“Christ, you’re wearing a garter,” he groaned, as his nimble fingers expertly unhooked the slim belt from the top of her stockings. He ran his hands up her thighs, slipped his thumbs beneath the lace edging of her underwear. He noticed with satisfaction that she was ready for him, the warm, slick syrup of her excitement coating his thumbs as he pressed them against the entrance to her pussy and eased them into her in a slow tease of thrust and retreat. “Do you want to know what it’s like to have a real man on your table, Lissa?”
Arlissa wrapped her legs around his waist in answer and squeezed him to her. She released her stranglehold on his neck and leaned back on the gurney, pumping against the delicious press of his thumbs.
“You’ve been hiding beneath that damn lab coat too long—take it off,” Cayce ordered her. A light film of perspiration covered his forehead and he stopped teasing her pussy long enough to remove the blue underwear from her and rewrap her limber legs around him. “Now the blouse,” he said as the lab coat fell to the floor.
The blouse was tucked into Arlissa’s skirt and she pulled it loose. Her fingers circled the bottom button and she felt his thumbs flex inside her.
“Don’t tease me, Lissa,” he said, his voice raw with lust. “I want to see you.” He glanced down at the soft folds of her pussy and spread them with his index fingers. The tips joined together in a triangle and massaged her clit while his thumbs continued to batter her senses from the inside out. “All of you, Lissa.”
The rest of her buttons melted away at her touch to expose breasts cupped in blue silk. The bra snapped in the front and he reached up, a quick flick of his wrist freeing the breasts and dark, peaked nipples. He kneaded one breast, bent over her and rolled the nipple between his teeth while he drove three fingers into her. His thumb pressed relentlessly against her clit until her body arched in orgasm.
“Now, Lissa, let me fuck you, now,” he groaned against her breast. “Right here. Let me show you what it’s like to have a man inside this tight, sweet pussy.”
Arlissa squirmed against his still thrusting fingers as her hands raced to undo his belt buckle. A small gasp of pleasure shook her as his cock sprang free from the restrictive prison of his pants. The shaft was deliciously thick, the veins running in proud relief up to the swollen head. Drops of pre-cum beaded at the tip and she ran an appreciative tongue over her top lip. It had been too long since she’d had the intimacy of a cock in her mouth and she groaned. Her body begged her to drop to her knees and suck him to climax. Her brain told her to run—screamed that she was throwing a lifetime of hard work and research away. Her body, only half-compromising, won the argument, and she reached out, grabbing the shaft in one hand and running a fingertip over his cream.
Bringing the fingertip to her mouth, she licked it, eyes closed, savoring the bittersweet taste of him. Cayce groaned—the sound forcing her eyes open a second before he plundered her mouth with his tongue.
“I need to be in you, Lissa.” He growled his command against her ear, nipping at the lobe. His hands found and gripped the edge of the gurney and he thrust his hips forward.
Spreading her legs, Arlissa braced them on the lower support bar and massaged the head of his shaft between her arousal-coated labia before sliding onto him. Feeling the living warmth of his cock, she tightened around him, her ass perched at the table’s lip. Arching her back, she rolled her cunt muscles, pulling him deeper into her, Segrin’s cock swelling until it was wedged inside her. The pressure of his heavy cock pumping her body played over her clit, the electric buzz of her approaching climax spreading out from that sensitive button. She wrapped her arms around his neck, lifted herself onto him and felt the silken brush of his chest hair as she crushed her breasts against him.
Cayce let go of the gurney, his hands curling around her ass. He called her name, raising her up the length of his shaft before thrusting her back down. She ground against him as he pumped her, her clit pressed against his hard stomach.
“Cayce.” She moaned his name once before her mouth bore down on his shoulder to keep from announcing her orgasm to the entire research complex.
“Lissa,” he answered, releasing the word as his seed flooded into her.
Exhausted, they collapsed onto the gurney, Cayce on his back, his strong arms pinning Arlissa to him. His cock was still inside her, and she concentrated on its heavy pulse, the same rhythm that beat against her ear. She listened to its song and tried not to think about what she had just done to her career.
Chapter Three
Two days! Segrin Cayce sat in the back of his limousine and shuffled through the summary test results on the Adonis for the fifth time. Damnit, he thought and slammed the papers onto the seat next to him. Why hadn’t she called him or sent him some cute little email, or done any of the other things women did when they believed they had a chance to hook him?
And he was hooked, he acknowledged as he picked the papers back up and shuffled them one more time before stuffing them in his briefcase. His gaze fell on the green personnel file resting at the bottom of the case. Her name was spelled across the edge of the folder in black block letters. Dr. Arlissa Spence. He had read the file before, when picking Arlissa for the Adonis project. It was a complete profile, with a full security write-up. Dautrich, with his usual thoroughness, had highlighted several of Arlissa’s online purchases over the past three years.
Cayce couldn’t imagine a woman who looked like she did, with her long, black hair, striking blue eyes and compact dancer’s body, needing those toys to pleasure her. Twin needles of desire and jealousy penetrated him at the thought of a vibrator, or another man touching her down there. He turned to the next page of her file, and shifted against the sudden pinch of his dinner pants. He read the steady stream of accomplishments from her early achievements as a Westinghouse Scholar, to the advanced degrees in cognitive science and robotics that she had received at the tender age of twenty-three. Five more pages briefly described the two hundred and seventeen patents she held.
Fair enough, he thought, and closed the lid on his briefcase. Vibrators are easier lovers to work into that kind of schedule.
“But not anymore, Lissa,” he said, and pressed the intercom to speak with his driver. “Take me to 21 Blake Street
, Frank.”
Cayce released the button, thought for a second, and then pressed it again. “Frank, do you know where there’s a florist…a really nice one?”
“Yessir,” Frank answered, and Cayce thought he could hear the faintest trace of a smile in the old man’s voice. “It’s even on the way.”
Chapter Four
Arlissa heard the faint hum of her door buzzer over the running bathwater. She glanced at the clock radio that rested on a shelf at the opposite end of the bathroom. The glowing green display read 9:45 p.m. Turning the water off, she let the towel covering her drop to the floor. No one she knew visited her condo, five miles from the complex, particularly at this hour. She lit the candles surrounding the tub and turned off the bathroom light, confident the visitor would soon realize that he or she had the wrong unit and leave. She dipped one toe into the water but withdrew it a second later with an exasperated sigh as the person at the door continued to press the buzzer.
She grabbed her kimono from the back of the door and stormed into the front room. The balcony doors were open and a cool draft of air lifted her hair and spread it in gentle waves across her shoulders and breasts. Standing on her tiptoes, she peeked through the metal door’s viewfinder, only to see a blue blob. The buzzer stopped, and was replaced by a heavy knock and the short, sharp command of a voice calling her name.
“Lissa.”
Cayce! She stepped back from the door, swallowed hard and then took a second look through the viewfinder. More blue.
“Lissa, open the door before I call a locksmith.”
Oh! He wouldn’t! She stepped back from the door, her hands instantly balling into fists that rested against her hips. Would he?
She heard a s
mall, plastic flick and the beep of a cell phone as numbers were dialed. From the other side of the door, Cayce spoke to an operator. His voice was sweet, honey-coated. “Can you connect me to a locksmith? Why, yes, it is an emergency.”
I’ll show you an emergency! she steamed as her hand shot to the deadbolt. Cayce stopped talking into the cell phone when he heard the bolt slide back. Arlissa waited, her hand hovering over the bottom lock.
“It’s ringing, Lissa,” Cayce taunted. “Why don’t you just be a good girl and make this easier on both of us?”
“Good girl!” she yelled, unlocking and throwing open the door. “I’ll definitely make it easy on you, Segrin Cayce.”
Arlissa reached for his lapel, her fingers curling around the bouquet of blue orchids instead. She stared at them, confused. Inside her, there was a tiny squeal of delight that she immediately sought to squash but couldn’t. He brought me flowers?
“They match your eyes,” Cayce purred, as he stepped into the condo and locked the door behind him. He stuffed the cell phone into the liner pocket of his black dinner jacket and turned to her. “Don’t you like them?”
“Like them?” She wanted to throw them on the floor and jump up and down on them, and then watch him try to smile his way through that! No, put them in water and set them by the bed, Lissa!
Arlissa spun a circle, her sharp gaze searching the room for the source of the exuberant little voice. When she came full circle, she saw Cayce, his gaze hungry as he took in the wisp of fabric that imprecisely covered her body, and realized the traitorous little voice was her own.
“Cayce, I don’t know what you were thinking in coming here,” Arlissa began, but he cut her off with the hard press of his mouth against hers. She felt her body melt into his and reluctantly surfaced for air when he pushed her away, and gently took the flowers from her.
“I was thinking about how I’m going to make you scream my name again, Lissa,” he said, and tossed her a wicked grin as he moved into the small kitchen in search of a vase. “And again and again.”
Cayce glanced around the kitchen and front room, noted the deep burgundies and warm chocolates in which she had decorated the place. “It doesn’t look anything like I thought it would,” he mused, and pulled a vase from beneath the sink. Good guess.
“And what did you think it would look like?” she asked. Her arms were folded across her chest and one bare foot tapped out an impatient beat muted by the plush pile of carpet. “A lab?”
“Pretty much,” he nodded, and joined her in the living room. He picked a spot on the suede-covered couch and sat down. He suggestively patted the cushion next to him.
“No, Cayce, and you can just get the hell out of here,” Arlissa said, and pointed one long finger at the front door.
Her voice was tinged with cold anger that begged to be melted by the warm slide of his tongue against her, inside her. He reached out, tried to catch her hand, but she quickly backed away.
“Come on, Lissa,” he urged, and slid forward on the couch. “What else is it that you plan on doing tonight?”
“I was getting ready to take a bath,” she answered very matter-of-factly. “And then…” she stumbled over the sentence, caught herself and shot him an angry glare. “Then I was going to sleep.”
“To sleep or to bed?” Cayce asked.
A knowing smile darkened his face. He reached up and stripped the amethyst-colored kimono from Arlissa’s body. Her nipples were hard and his lips ached to suck them, but he steered her toward the candlelit bathroom. “Is this the bath?” he asked, and unfolded her protesting arms from her chest.
“Yes,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “I would think even a CEO could figure that one out.”
“Oh, Lissa, I’m hurt, really,” Cayce said, and scooped her up. Her arms curled instinctively around his neck, and her grip tightened as he held her over the tub.
“Shh…” he whispered against her ear, and slowly lowered her until her feet touched the bottom of the tub. “Now, sit down.”
Arlissa obeyed him. She brought her knees up to her breasts, hugged her legs as she watched him strip. His cock was erect, the tip pushing forward from his body as if seeking her heat. Cayce folded a towel on the floor and kneeled alongside the tub. The fine, blond chest hairs winked at her as he leaned across to grab the bath sponge and body scrub. Her hair was secured in a loose pile on the top of her head, and he brushed away a few stray strands before running the sponge across her back in widening circles.
“Lean back.”
Christ, but she obeyed him again, her eyes closing in satisfaction when his soaped hands caressed her breasts. Warm water flowed over her breasts as he rinsed them with the sponge. His hands traveled over her thighs, along her calves, massaged the soles of her feet. He brought the sponge back up her body in one long swipe that hesitated briefly against her clit, before swimming over her breasts. He put the sponge to the side and traced his fingertips down the center of her body. Once again, he paused at her clit, and she lifted slightly, offering herself to him, but his stroke continued down one leg to pull the bath’s stopper. She saw the small whirlpool of water draining down the pipe, felt her pride go with it.
“Cayce,” she whispered, and tried to wrap her arms around his shoulders.
He held her from him, looked into the sapphire eyes, felt their blue flame scorching his soul. “I’m leaving, Lissa, if you don’t start calling me Segrin,” he warned.
“Segrin,” Arlissa consented, and he allowed her to clasp her hands behind his neck.
He lifted her from the tub, trembled when she encircled his waist with her legs. He pulled a thick, terrycloth towel from the rack and massaged her back dry before carrying her into the bedroom. He sat Arlissa on the bed, pulled the pins from her hair before pushing her back onto the mattress. Candles dotted the room. Their flickering lights made her still-damp skin shimmer. He knelt before her and spread her legs. His tongue dipped once, experimentally.
“Where are they, Lissa?” he asked, his voice jagged as he thought of the toys she pleasured herself with.
“Segrin, I—” Arlissa moved to sit up, but he slid her forward in a quick motion. His mouth clamped down on her quivering pussy as she collapsed against the mattress.
Cayce laved the walls of her vagina with his tongue, stroked the clit with sharp flicks until she squirmed against his mouth and begged him to suck her to climax. Her fingers knotted in his hair, and she pressed against him.
“No, Lissa,” he said, and pulled free from her tight grip. “Not until you tell me where they are.”
“Segrin, don’t,” she demanded. An angry flush replaced the pink blush of desire that had covered her face and breasts.
He glanced around the bedroom, listened to the soft jazz playing on her stereo, watched his shadow flicker against the wall. “You were going to use them tonight, weren’t you, Lissa?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“When you could have called me instead?”
He felt her body withdraw along the mattress, and he pulled her back to him. He circled one finger around the slick entrance to her pussy, trailed it along the perineum while he dipped to kiss her clit, to nibble it as his finger pressed against the tight hole of her ass. She melted beneath his expert teasing. Her knees pressed against the sides of his head and she sought to draw him closer to her. He pushed her legs down and apart. His tongue took long strokes from the base of her pussy to the pink, razor-tipped throb of her clit.
“Where, Lissa?” he demanded again.
Arlissa threw one arm out and pointed to the nightstand beside her bed. Cayce climbed over her, his cock caressing her mouth as he stretched to open the drawer and retrieve its contents. His gaze widened as he saw her little toys, and his confidence in his ability to tease her into abandoning the objects in favor of him deflated slightly.
Cayce moved back down the bed. He placed the short, thick vibrator covered in latex across her stomach. His hands shook at the touch of the smal
l, black jelly plug. Somehow, he managed to open the tube of lubricant and spread a heavy coating of the substance onto the object. Arlissa wiggled against the mattress, her body straining in search of contact with his.
“Shh, baby,” Cayce whispered against her thighs. His free hand sought the tight entrance to her ass. “Just hold still.”
Arlissa’s body bucked against the mattress as the soft, bent tube slid inside her. Cayce felt her ass muscles clench and she started to pump the air in front of his face. He put a hand on her hip to hold her down, and gently wiggled the plug in her ass. His mouth covered her pussy, his tongue suckling at Arlissa’s clit while she jerked against him, her first orgasm tearing from her as she screamed his name.
“I’m going to come just looking at you, Lissa,” Cayce moaned against the thick labia.
He reached up and pulled the vibrator from where it rested on her stomach, swirled its thrumming tip against the sweet cream of her cunt before driving it into her. Her pussy and ass clenched against the intruders, rode them into the air as Cayce pumped them deeper into her, his mouth still bearing down on her pussy.
Arlissa buried her nail tips into his shoulders, jerked wildly as another orgasm flushed her body in an acid bath of delight. “Segrin…”
“Yes, call my name, Lissa. My name.”
Cayce pulled the vibrator from her pussy and rolled Arlissa onto her stomach, massaging her limbs into position until he had her spread before him with her chest flat against the mattress and her ass thrust high in the air. He stroked the entrance to her cunt with shallow thrusts, his thumbs pressing against the plug’s base. His strokes deepened, the engorged head of his cock popping free before he would plunge back in, his thumbs wiggling the plug in a soft, circular motion.
Arlissa could feel the plug sliding against the thick wall of tissue that separated the two chambers, tightening the already tight grasp of her cunt around his shaft. He moaned her name, grinding deeper inside her until he exploded in pleasure. He came and he pumped, and he came again, her ecstatic screams of his name as she climaxed mellowing to silken coos as she rode the last wave of her orgasm and they collapsed forward onto the bed.