Open In Private

by Samantha Gentry

She gave an affectionate pat to his butt, then worked her hand into the back pocket of his jeans and squeezed his ass. "Not on your life. A girl can always use a distraction or two."

  And Parker Simmons definitely qualified as a distraction…a major distraction if ever there was one. But a distraction she would happily embrace if allowed the opportunity. A distraction that could last a lifetime? She didn't know, and from the honesty he shared with her the previous afternoon, she knew he didn't want to rush into any kind of a commitment. So…without discussing it, they each silently agreed to take it one day at a time. A decision he seemed to be comfortable with, but one that disappointed her. She intellectually understood his reticence, but emotionally she wanted more.

  He pulled her hand from his back pocket. "You keep that up and our decision to go out for a late lunch won't get us any farther than the bedroom."

  The twinkle in the depth of his green eyes told her he was teasing but with a touch of truth to his words. Almost as if the direction for the rest of the afternoon was up to her. It was nice not having to deal with the feeling of being pressured. But knowing there weren't any ties between them, that he could walk out of her life as easily as he arrived left her unsettled with the sensation of being adrift, nothing to anchor her in a safe harbor of permanence.

  With the holiday decorations all in place, they went out to lunch. Casual, very comfortable, as if they had known each other all their lives. She loved his laugh and humor, his intelligence, his ability to put anyone and everyone at ease. She also realized the level of trust he had placed in her when he bared his inner fears and vulnerabilities. Being with him felt so right. A lifetime worth of right? She wished she could be certain.

  As with the anxiety he had expressed about having rushed into his marriage and not wanting to repeat that mistake, for the last seven years she had also been taciturn about considering the possibility of getting married again at some time in the future. Her business was good, and she had carved out a comfortable life for herself. True…until a week ago her sex life had been lackluster at best. Was this sudden rush of thoughts really about relationships or just the byproduct of not wanting to lose the greatest sex of her life?

  ****

  After lingering over a glass of wine in front of the fireplace in the lounge section of the restaurant, they finally left. He took her hand as they walked to his car, an action that felt as natural as breathing. "Would you like to do something else? How about going to a movie?" He glanced at his watch. "I'd suggest dinner, but it's only been an hour since we finished lunch."

  She emitted a soft chuckle. "It's strange finishing lunch so late in the afternoon. A movie sounds good, but I don't know what's playing locally."

  "I'll take a look." He took his cell phone from his pocket and checked the movie listings on a local website. A frown wrinkled across his forehead. "Nothing here that grabs my attention." He handed his phone to her. "See anything that interests you?"

  She looked over the selections. "You're right, nothing here that grabs my attention, either." She handed the phone back to him. "I have several old movies at home on dvd. I like old movies."

  He smiled at her. "I like old movies, too."

  It all flowed naturally, so comfortably. Everything about it felt right. But a nagging fear in the back of her mind kept asking if maybe it was too comfortable, if she was getting in over her head. She refused to entertain the thought in more depth. She didn't want to know where that particular thought might take her.

  They returned to her house where Parker went through her stack of movies. He handed a dvd to her. "Here…I've always liked this one."

  "The Maltese Falcon…a good choice. I'm a fan of mysteries."

  "I got that impression from your collection of movies. Some musicals, dramas, comedies, and a lot of mysteries." He looked around. "We need a fire in the fireplace and something to drink before we start the movie. I'll build the fire if you can find a bottle of wine."

  They each quickly completed the tasks then settled into the large floor pillows with their glasses of wine, their backs against the front edge of the sofa. Carli pressed the play button on the remote and the movie came up on the screen.

  It became obvious to each of them that they had both seen the movie several times. Parker did some of the Sam Spade dialogue using his best Humphrey Bogart impression and occasionally throwing in a line from Casablanca. Carli played along doing some of Mary Astor's Maltese Falcon dialogue.

  Carefree open fun, a relaxed stress-free time without any pressure. Even though sex between them was hot and addictive, after the movie ended, they remained in the living room, continuing to talk and enjoy each other's company. Parker relished this opportunity to spend quality time where they could get to know each other. As much as he liked being with her, the idea of considering a committed relationship still did not sit comfortably.

  To consider it meant accepting yet another life changing upheaval and step into an unknown future. He didn't want to have a serious discussion about the future until he figured out what he wanted beyond now. He had been burned before by rushing into something. He could not allow it to happen again.

  "It's late. I should be going home. I have some work to do tomorrow before getting back into the office on Monday. I have reports to prepare for a meeting with all my department heads, kind of a prelude to the annual end of the year review. In fact, I have a very busy week ahead, partly due to having lost both Friday and Saturday with the Thanksgiving holiday weekend." He brushed his fingertips lightly across her cheek. "Among other reasons."

  "I have things to do, too. I have several other clients who also have extensive Christmas shopping lists. I need to get busy. Thank goodness online shopping has become so easy and practical. It's truly hassle-free. With anything from a major retailer, that's the way to go. I only need to be inside crowded shops for various specialty items."

  He carried their empty wine glasses into the kitchen, then pulled her into his arms. "So…" He placed a quick kiss on her lips. "There are others like me who simply don't like to shop and will do whatever they can to avoid the chore, even online?"

  "Some of them, also like you, have a long list of business obligations and simply don't have the time to deal with it personally."

  He flashed a teasing grin. "I suppose there's that excuse, too." He captured her mouth with another kiss, this one emotion laden and very intimate. But he was afraid to allow it to last very long. He had been serious about the amount of work he had to do. But he didn't regret one moment of the time spent with Carli rather than working.

  He broke the kiss but continued to hold her a moment longer. "Good night, Carli. I'll give you a call tomorrow evening."

  Parker allowed a heavy sigh of resignation as he climbed into his car. He had business, things he should have been doing yesterday and today. As much as he wanted to stay, even if it was just to hold her in his arms as they slept, he knew he couldn't. Somehow, he needed to reorganize his life to accommodate more than work and the occasional social evening. All work and no play makes Parker a dull boy. His life had turned into too much work and not enough play.

  ****

  The week passed in a strange combination of speed and snail's pace. As long as Carli kept busy, time moved quickly. But as soon as she took a break, her thoughts turned to Parker and time slowed almost to a halt. Even though he called her every night, sometimes just to say goodnight to her, they hadn't seen each other since he left her house on Saturday night. Her body ached for his touch. She never dreamed she could miss someone as much as she did him. A realization that confirmed just how deep her emotional involvement ran.

  And here it was, Saturday again, and they were scheduled to go out to dinner. She checked her appearance in the full-length mirror. She had fixed her hair in a new style and was pleased with the results. Just one change. She took off her necklace and put on a different one.

  Butterflies flitted around in her stomach. It felt more like the uncertainty of a first dat
e than dinner with a man she felt comfortable with, a man she physically knew in very intimate detail. And just the thought made her pussy tingle. Then another thought, obviously generated by her pussy rather than her brain. What if she greeted him wearing only a smile and holding a can of whipped cream?

  She thought of the flavored massage oil and the chocolate body paint in the drawer of her nightstand, just two of several items she had bought for herself yesterday while in one of those specialty shops to purchase a few items on a client's list. Adhering to this gentleman’s very specific gift list used to embarrass her when he first became one of her clients, but not anymore. In fact, doing his shopping for the last three years had turned out to be a real education.

  Moisture seeped from between her pussy lips, dampening the crotch of her lacy bikini panties. Her nipples puckered into taut buds. The soft fabric of her blouse felt good against her bare breasts. Being braless always made her feel sexy. Combine that with her thoughts and new purchases…

  Her pussy throbbed and her boobs demanded attention. Would he be too disappointed if she seduced him the moment he walked in the door? Her breathing increased and her pulse quickened. It had been a week since they'd had sex. Was he as horny as she felt?

  With a slightly trembling hand, she dialed his cell phone. "Our dinner reservations for tonight…were they difficult to get?"

  "No." His voice carried both confusion and concern. "Is there a problem?"

  A chuckle escaped her throat, one decidedly more sexy than she had intended. "No problem, just a suggestion."

  "Well, if your suggestion is even half as lewd and raunchy as that laugh, you can sign me up. Anything you want me to bring? I was just walking out to my car when you called. I can stop to pick up whatever you need."

  "The only thing I need is for you to be here."

  His sensual moan told her all she needed to know.

  Parker disconnected from the call, then returned to his bedroom. After phoning the restaurant to cancel their dinner reservation, he changed from his suit to a pair of jeans and sweater. It was obvious they would be staying in for the evening, which was more than okay with him. He had one stop he wanted to make on his way to her house. An involuntary grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.

  Half an hour later Parker pulled into her driveway. He took a moment to admire all the decorations and Christmas lights adorning the outside of the house. As soon as he reached the porch, the front door swung open. He paused for a moment to take in the vision standing before him, a sight that nearly took his breath away.

  Black lace bikini panties, a sheer black negligee, and a sexy smile. "Oh, yes." His voice carried a husky quality he couldn't control. His arousal quickly expanded. "You're a mouth-watering treat, exactly what I'm hungry for."

  He stepped inside the house and pulled her into his arms. At the same time, he kicked the door shut with his foot. Then his mouth took control. He thrust his tongue against hers, tasting and exploring. He ran his hands inside her negligee, around to her back, then down to her ass. He slipped them inside her panties and grasped her ass cheeks. Her entire body quivered as she pressed her hips forward and rubbed against his erection.

  Fuck dinner. It wasn't his stomach that needed to be fed. He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. A dozen candles flickered, casting dancing shadows across the walls. The soft glow painted the room in a golden hue. He gently placed her in the middle of the bed. His gaze touched and traced every curve of her body. Her pebbled nipples topped perfect breasts, begging to be sucked. Her labored breathing thrust them up and toward him as if they were beckoning. The lacy bikini panties barely hid the blonde curls adorning her mound. Passion sparked from the depths of her blue eyes.

  Everything teased his senses and he wanted it all. He pulled off his jacket and draped it across the arm of a chair. While he did that, she cast off her negligee. Without taking his eyes off her, he quickly doffed the rest of his clothes, leaving them in a pile at the foot of the bed. His cock stood at rigid attention, the head a deep red.

  Then he nearly lost what little composure he still possessed when she spread her legs, arched her hips upward, and slipped her hand inside her panties. He felt the groan all the way down his throat and through his lungs until it grabbed his cock. He yanked down her panties so he could see exactly what her hand was doing—resting against her pussy, teasing her clit, or was she fingerfucking herself for his visual pleasure. He reveled in her acceptance of variety. She was uninhibited in her willingness to express her desires, open to new things rather than all closed off. It made her the perfect sex partner. But there was so much more to her than just hot sex. And he wanted it all.

  Her finger disappeared between her pussy lips, then reappeared again coated in a glistening sheen of moisture. He grasped her hand and sucked the wet finger, her unique taste exploding inside his mouth. A sharp jolt of lust surged through his body. He had never experienced the full impact of being super horny until now even though it had only been a week since they fucked until exhaustion took over. He kneeled on the bed between her spread legs, then lifted them up across his shoulders opening her pussy to him. Using his hands to support her ass from beneath, he clamped his eager mouth on her quivering pussy.

  The engorged clit pulsed between his lips as he nibbled. His tongue drew out her juices with each flick into her slit. He had learned to read her body. Her erratic thrusts and sensual moans told him she was close to orgasm. And he was going to make sure she got there. He inserted his fingertip into her ass while sucking her clit.

  Carli's mind swirled in a euphoric fog of ecstasy. Her entire body trembled in tune with the throbbing deep inside her pussy. The convulsions took hold and spread. Her tongue fluttered back and forth between her upper and lower lips. She cupped the underside of her boobs and bounced them while rubbing her thumb against her nipples. It had been a week and she was horny as hell. She definitely needed this.

  Before becoming intimately involved with Parker, her sex life seemed to center around her vibrator more than the occasional partner. It got the job done…sort of. Going three or four months without having the real thing had become the norm and those times were more in the nature of friend with benefits rather than a romantic encounter—fucking simply for sexual satisfaction. Now…one week without Parker's incredible expertise giving her torrid orgasms seemed like forever.

  With her legs still over his shoulders, she watched through half-open eyes as he repositioned himself with his cockhead at her pussy. She closed her eyes for a moment and allowed a smile of contentment to turn the corners of her mouth. Orgasmic ripples continued through her body as he thrust his hard cock all the way inside her until he was fully imbedded. He stroked in and out. She met each of his down strokes with and upward push of her hips.

  They moved in sync, their bodies so attuned to each other. The intensity of his handsome features, the hot passion glowing in his green eyes. The sensation of his magnificent cock pumping in and out. Much better than dinner in a restaurant, far more satisfying as it fed a different kind of hunger.

  His thrusts quickened—harder, shorter, and more intense. She shoved her head back in the pillow. Her entire body quivered in anticipation of another superb orgasm. Then his body stiffened, shuddered, and her legs fell from his shoulders. He slumped forward into her arms with a groan that screamed hedonistic rapture. And the climactic waves of release claimed her body again.

  Parker rolled over onto his back, taking Carli with him, his cock still in the grip of her contracting pussy muscles. He continued to hold her in his arms, stroking her skin and savoring the moment. He felt complete when he was with her, a sense of calm and feeling of contentment far exceeding the parameters of great sex. Something he had never experienced with any other woman, including his ex-wife. It pleased him, but at the same time persisted in frightening him with the overwhelming magnitude of the emotion.

  His thoughts and concerns evaporated in a heated second when her mouth found his.
Even though it was a quick kiss, it touched his soul. Her lips conveyed as much emotion as passion. Her breasts pressed against his chest. He slid his hand down her back to her ass. With his cock still in her pussy, he inserted his fingertip into her anus. He didn't know if she had any experience with anal sex, but he had been pleased when she didn't pull away the first time he fingered her ass. Maybe this would be the perfect time to show her what he had bought on his way to her house.

  He caressed her ass. "Santa has an early Christmas present for you."

  Her face lit up and her eyes sparkled. "Something for me?"

  "Only if I can convince my cock to temporarily give up that hot tight pussy he's enjoying so I can get it."

  "Should I put it under the tree with the other presents?"

  "No…it's something you need to open in private. It's in my jacket." He didn't like the huskiness that clung to his words. "I hope you like it."

  "Maybe I can reach your jacket from here." Carli stretched out her arm and leaned toward the chair, but it was too far away. "Almost, but not quite."

  He lifted her off his body, then slid out of bed. After withdrawing the package from the inside pocket, he quickly climbed back in bed. He handed the gift to her. "What do you think? Are you interested?"

  She stared at it, taking a minute to carefully read everything printed on the package about the vibrating butt plug. She wasn't sure what to think. A small tremor flitted across her skin—part curiosity, part a hint of concern, and part a tingle of excitement. "Well…I haven't had any experience with this, nothing beyond what you've shown me."

  "I don't want you to feel obligated or that you're being coerced in any way. If you'd rather not, just say so and I won't mention it again."

  After a moment, the tingle of excitement won out over the concern. "You've grabbed my curiosity." She flicked her tongue across his lower lip as she fondled his balls. Then she whispered in his ear. "I'm willing to give it a try…with you as my guide and teacher."

  Her ass was untouched. Experimenting with a new toy that did something she had never tried before was the type of thing she would normally try by herself in the privacy of her bedroom. And that certainly included a butt plug. It was a matter of trusting the man, and she hadn't dated anyone for quite a while that she trusted to that extent, to make herself vulnerable with no way to protect herself with him behind her doing something that could be painful and harmful.