by Nina Jaynes
His fingers pulsed at her waist. “You want me? Tonight?”
“Yes.”
“One night to prove your bravery.”
One night. When she wanted so much more. But it was all he was offering and a few hours with him would be worth the memories. “Yes.”
For a moment, he said nothing. Then he pulled her tight against him, and his hands slid along her torso, past her ribs toward her tits, then—Beth’s heart crashed as his fingers slipped under the silk fabric to cup her breasts.
She gasped at the shock of his bare skin on her flesh, the sensation of his roughened hands against her. The woman in front of them turned her head at the sound, but the dark room hid the wicked actions of Lucio. She turned her attention back to the movie, and the brush with them almost getting caught ratcheted Beth’s arousal.
He leaned to her ear. “Here’s your choice…”
Her stomach tightened.
“Give in to me. Let me pleasure you in front of all these people…”
“Or?” She could barely form the word.
His laughter was a wicked rumble. “Or I leave my hands here until the lights come on. Let them see what we were doing.” He leaned even closer until his full mouth was pressed against the delicate cartilage of her ear. “They won’t—how do you say it—bat an eyelash. The village knows my reputation. But you…”
There it was again. Lust. Sex. The promise of pleasure. It wet her pussy and made her ache for his possession.
“What will they say?” He pressed his lips against her temple. “It’s your choice, cara.”
And then she heard it. The protective lift in his voice. The tone that said if she didn’t want to do it, he wouldn’t judge, and that if she wanted to do it, he’d care for her through the experience.
She titled her head back. Her fingers wandered lower, and the evidence of his excitement filled her hands. “Think you have what it takes to pleasure me?”
He answered with a bite to her shoulder.
Her gasp was covered by the movie soundtrack. She felt his smile of triumph against her skin. His firm teeth nipped her neck. The pleasure sent shockwaves through her as his agile hands molded to the swell of her breasts and found the hard buds. He used his fingers like teeth, latching and pulling at her nipples, squeezing with the perfect amount of pressure to tighten the coil that connected her breasts to her center.
She’d never felt tension like this before, never had this kind of reaction to a man at her tits. But the way he bit and nibbled her neck mimicked the erotic movements of his fingers, and together, it twisted and stretched the need in her to breaking point. With every new volley, her hands pulsed at his cock, and he hardened beneath her touch. Her pussy throbbed and contracted, the ache pulling tight and wetting her G-string.
His breathing turned rough, his onslaught primal, as he grew and lengthened in her palm. His right hand pulled up the skirt of her dress, then pushed past the elastic waist of her lace panty, and moved to cup her sex. He flicked his finger along her hard clit, then slid it into her slick center. One final tug on her breasts, one pulse of his finger inside her, one more bite, one more throb of his cock, and the tension in her shattered. She tightened her jaw, clamped her mouth shut as she rode the tremors, and tried to keep from screaming her ecstasy.
He held her tight, pumping her with his finger as the orgasm shot through her body. Waves of pleasure and release buckled her legs, but Lucio caught her weight, cradling her until the final spasms of delight rippled through her.
He removed his fingers from her pussy. His breathing was as ragged as hers as he whispered, “Beautiful. I knew you’d be this beautiful, cara.”
She spun to face him, looking up to where the shadows hid his face. “I’ve never—” Beth gasped for air.
He bent his head, kissed the tip of her nose.
Her fingers trailed to where the evidence of his arousal made itself known.
Lucio chuckled, gently pushed her hand away. “I’m not going to make it that easy for you.” He must have guessed the question in her silence because he said, “I got you. Now, it’s your turn.” He pressed his firm mouth to her neck and frissons of desire shivered along her skin. “Come get me.” Then he turned and walked away.
****
Beth bided her time through the night, letting him drift in and out of her view, watching him from the corner of her eyes. She wanted to do something big, something that would make his jaw drop, but short of her stripping in front of the crowd, she hadn’t a clue what would catch his attention. As though sensing her thoughts, Lucio lifted his head and tossed a glance her way.
The action was smooth, subtle. To an outside observer, it would seem as though he merely looked around the room, but she saw the light in his eyes, the teasing lift of his mouth. And she realized he didn’t need her to do anything big. He was challenging her simply to do something.
And she knew exactly what that would be. A quick trip to the ladies’ room to take off her underwear, and she was ready.
Three hours later, the night wrapped up with a display of fireworks. The crowd moved from the sumptuous mansion to the field, their excited whispers and murmurs the perfect backdrop for her sexy return of his volley. She touched Lucio’s arm as he walked past her, her expression demure. “May I walk with you?”
He murmured his agreement, curiosity in his eyes and anticipation in his smile.
“Did you know the mansion had new security installed?” They stepped through the double doors and into the cool night. A gentle breeze gusted across the lawn, rolled along the cement patio, up the pillars, and kissed the heat from Beth’s skin.
“No, I did not.”
“They have cameras discretely installed, in well-placed areas.” She took him by the hand, revelling in the feel of his strong bones, how safe she felt in his presence. “We’re always under surveillance.”
“Always?”
She heard the amusement in his voice and knew he was well-aware of the estate’s security but was playing along with the game. “Always.” She led him to a quiet alcove, hidden from the view of security but dangerously close to where the crowd stood, waiting for the firework show. “They have guards that patrol the area.”
“Do they?” He placed his hands on her thighs and slid them up to her waist. The silk fabric rubbed against her legs, the warmth of his touch seeped through her dress, and the cold air tickled her thighs. “What shall we do?”
She flicked her tongue along his bottom lip and delighted in his hiss of pleasure. “Be very quiet.” Beth kissed the underside of his jaw. “At least, until the fireworks start.” She handed him her G-string. Then she spread her legs. “They patrol every fifteen minutes. We’ve been talking for five.” Reaching for his dick, she asked, “Who do you think will come first? Me or them?”
He chuckled, low and deep. “No foreplay?”
“Fuck foreplay.” Beth lifted her skirt. “Fuck me.”
Lucio stepped close, gripped her upper arms. She expected him to take her. Instead, he pulled her from the wall and loosened his grip. Before she could put words to her confusion, he’d slipped his jacket from his wide shoulders and draped the blazer around her.
“The marble is hard,” he said as he gently braced her against the column. “And your skin is so very, very soft.” He followed his words by trailing his tongue along her arm. “Now, where were we?” He kissed her neck. “Ah, yes, I remember.”
Lucio bent, grasped the silk fabric in his hands and dragged it up to her waist. His fingers trailed to her liquid center, traced the line of her lips.
She jerked at his touch, her gasp of pleasure covered by the first firework exploding in the sky. Reaching for him, she grasped the buckle at his waist. Aware of the time counting down, excited by the possibility of them getting caught, she undid the belt and popped the button of his slacks. The rasp his zipper made as she slid it down shrieked along her heightened nerves, and the knowledge of what was about to happen made her pussy contract.
Lucio reached into the inside pocket of his blazer. At the same time, she reached for his cock, groaning as the weight of his hot, rigid shaft filled her palms. She circled the base and ran her hands along his length.
He moaned.
“I’m so sorry,” she murmured. “Am I making this hard for you?”
The rasp of foil crackled between them, and her insides dived with the pleasure to come.
“No. I’m making it hard for you.”
Fuck. It was enough to send her into orgasm. If he could do this to her with his words, what would he do when his dick was inside her?
He stepped back. The exploding lights above them framed him in shadows of purple, gold, red, and green. There was the rustle of the condom as he rolled it on. Then he stepped to her and she stopped breathing.
Lucio moved between her legs, bending at the same time he gripped the base of her hips. Then the tip of his shaft was at her opening. She jerked at the contact. Her hands caught his shirt and stabilized her balance.
“I love how you respond to me.” His whisper was hot on her neck as he pushed past her lips and penetrated the most secret part of her.
God, he was smooth. Hard. Thick. Hot.
Lucio pulled out, then pushed deeper. Out. In. Almost out. Farther in. He did it to excite her, to lubricate her, to prepare her body for his thick, rigid length.
Jesus. She spread her legs wider, her mewls of ecstasy covered by the bangs of the exploding fireworks and the cries of the crowd in front of them.
One final thrust, and he penetrated her completely. He held her immobile, making sure she was ready.
Beth shifted her hips, pushing him deeper, and he surrendered to her invitation. Slowly, he began to move inside her. His smooth, fluid pace massaged her in all the right places and in all the right ways. Beth pulsed and arched her body, matching his rhythm, crying out as the intense pleasure rocked her.
Lucio increased the pace. His hard chest crushed her breasts, rubbed her nipples as he gripped her hips and rode her.
The tension in Beth stretched tight, the delight so intense it was almost pain. She gripped his shoulders and begged him to take her all the way. “Faster,” she breathed. “Faster.”
He obliged. A series of short, hard thrusts, and the tension in her shattered. The orgasm broke, pounding her body. She cried his name, holding on to him as the sensations crashed over and through her. Once again, he held her through the orgasms, pumping into her as the contractions rippled through her body and sent her into higher levels of pleasure.
She grabbed for breath, tightened her pussy over him, and prepared for another ride—one that would end with his climax.
Without warning, Lucio slipped from her, pushed her dress down, pulled her into his arms, and held her tight as the security guard walked by.
She laughed at their near miss, tried to find her breath, and gasped, “You didn’t—”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “I know.”
Beth tilted her head back.
“I’ve dreamed of taking you,” he whispered. “Exploding inside of you.”
Satisfied but not satiated, her center quivered and her nipples went hard as she imagined what that would look like.
“But when that happens, I want you in my bed,” he said. “Under me.”
“Take me,” she whispered against his mouth. “Take me and show me what you’ll do to me.”
****
Twenty minutes later, they were in his bedroom. The maid had turned down the bed and in the fireplace that stood across the king-size mattress, orange-red flames crackled in the grate. Beth stood with the fire behind her. Lucio, seated on the bed, leaned back on his hands and watched her. She still had the flush of sex on her cheeks and the anticipation in her face made his cock hard. “Undress.”
She pivoted on the faux fur rug, turning so her back faced him. She lifted her hands to the knot at the base of her neck. Taking her time, she took the silk ribbons in her fingers and slowly pulled them free of the bow. Then she let the fabric fall to her waist.
His dick twitched.
Firelight flickered along her smooth skin, cast shadow and light along the delicate slope of her spine. Madre di Dio. Her skin was creamy, satin soft. Made to be kissed, licked, to have a man’s tongue map every inch and claim every smooth ridge and valley. Blood rushed to his shaft. He had to fight himself not to rise and take her, to instead wait and enjoy the erotic show.
Turning so he could see her profile, she reached for the zipper at her hip and slowly released its teeth. She held it for a moment, looking at Lucio through her lashes.
He leaned forward, aware of the hunger on his face. His mouth went dry, his stomach tightened.
She let the dress slide from her fingers. The silk pooled in a glossy heap at her feet.
His eyes locked on her delicious ass.
Beth turned and faced him, wearing nothing but her black stilettos.
Primal need pushed him to his feet.
Not taking her gaze from his face, Beth sank to her knees, then rocked back to a sitting position. She kept her gaze on him, and from the way her expressions shifted and changed, he knew she was sensitive to every flicker of emotion on his face. She spread her legs and leaned back on her elbows.
His focus honed in on her pussy. The muscle at the base of his jaw pulsed, and desire set the blood rushing to his organ. Gesù. She was juicy and pink. Her readiness for him glistened in the soft light.
Shifting her ass closer to him, she spread her legs wider.
Coherent thought burned from his mind, and the only image he could form was of her under him, screaming his name as her center rippled and contracted over his cock. He moaned and moved to her. Sinking to face her, positioning himself between her legs, he gripped her ass in his hands, lifted her, and put his mouth on her slick mound. His tongue slipped inside the folds and traced the lines of her sex.
She arched her back and whispered his name.
He closed his eyes and, forming a gentle seal over her clit, sucked on the hard button. The shock of pleasure, the rush of sensation lifted her high and hard. The hard nub quivered against his tongue as the muscles of her legs tightened against his jaw. Knowledge that it was his tongue that had her whispering his name made his dick lengthen. It pushed against his boxers. He took the discomfort, revelled in the ache as she ground herself on his mouth and tangled her fingers in his hair.
The muscles of her ass contracted as she strained for release. He slid his finger in her pussy and was rewarded by her cry of delight. Lucio pleasured her, listening to every sound she made, and when he knew she was close to the edge, he pulled away. Gripping her by the hips, he spun her onto her knees, spread her cheeks, and licked the sweet pink of her rosebud.
“Lucio!”
The surprise in her voice ratcheted his excitement, and her delight left him impatient, aching to push her further and let his pleasure mix with hers. He licked her again, laughed as she squirmed under him. “You don’t like this. I can stop—”
“No! Don’t stop.”
She wriggled again and his cock throbbed. “You like this?” He traced the curve of her ass with his tongue.
“Yes.”
“Is this what you like best?”
“I—I—”
He flicked her rosebud and let her hiss of pleasure heat his blood.
“No one’s ever done this—I’ve never—”
He was the first. Gesù. His balls tightened, swelled with need and lust. He wanted to fuck her, make her scream, and feel her sweet wetness surround him.
But this wasn’t about him. It was about her. She trusted him not to simply take her, but protect her. So he ignored the twisting need inside and concentrated on her. Lucio rimmed her ring with his tongue and slid his fingers into her pussy.
She repeated his name, again and again, like a prayer.
Lucio reached with his other hand, grasped her clit, and tugged. The action was enough to set her off. Beth screa
med as her orgasm gripped and tossed her over the edge. He felt the power of her release in the shudders of her body, the way her rosebud pulsed against his tongue, and her pussy contracted around his finger.
When the last shudder rippled through her, he pulled her against his body. Lucio pushed her hair aside to kiss her neck and trail his fingers along the delicate ridge of her spine. “So beautiful. You are so beautiful to me.”
****
No, he was the beautiful one. And Beth was going to make sure his eyes rolled back in the same way he’d made hers. Rising, trying to get strength into her sex-weakened legs, she took him by the hand and led him to the bed. Slowly, enjoying every moment, she slipped the black bowtie from his neck. She wanted to rush, to rip the clothes off, but he was the best present she’d ever gotten and she was going to enjoy unwrapping him.
Beth pushed the blazer from his broad shoulders, heard the rough scrape of the wool brushing against his cotton shirt. Her fingers trembling, she loosened each button, her mouth going dry as her actions exposed his tan skin and the dark curls of chest hair.
He watched her, his fingers against her hips, pulsing every time she gasped or took a breath. Her heart racing, she unbuckled his belt, slid the leather through the loops, and unbuttoned his pants.
Beth paused, the anticipation and the memory almost too much to bear. The rasp of the zipper sizzled in the air. Impatient, she pushed his boxers down at the same time. Her breath caught and her pussy clenched as his cock—dark red with desire—came into view. Heavy with blood, hard with need, long, thick.
She needed him between her legs.
Now.
She pushed him on the bed. His cock bounced against his stomach.
Beth kicked off her shoes, straddled his legs, and took his dick in her hand. With her other hand, she traced the outline of his shaft, glorying in the taut, smooth skin against her flesh, the way his veins bumped in sexy, curved ridges.
Lucio closed his eyes, his dark lashes brushing his high cheekbones, and rested his head against the pillow.
She wrapped her hand around his helmet then stroked him from head to root. He sighed and adjusted his hips to give her better access. Her sex responded, growing wetter, and the muscles began to ache at the memory of his possession. Positioning herself between his legs, she licked his cock, and excitement kicked at her gut when he sighed her name. Base to tip, she traced the length of him, then pursed her lips and blew along the damp trail.