BedroomEyes

by Desiree Holt

  Bridget backed away from him, out of reach. He wouldn’t do that, would he?

  “If that’s what you have in mind then we stop right now. The masks stay on.” She waited nervously for his answer.

  He held up his hands. “Okay, okay.” He grinned. “Enhances the mystery, right?”

  “Right.”

  Moving closer to him again she yanked back the covers and pressed her hand against his chest. “You’ll have to sit down so I can get your boots and, um, pants off.”

  Obligingly he dropped back down to the bed but when she glanced into his eyes she saw laughter and a hint of mischief. For a moment she felt as if she were playing with a real pirate.

  Kneeling down she tugged each boot off individually before sliding the pantaloons and boxer briefs down legs with muscles that were as hard as rocks, and pushing everything to the side. Then, with a confidence born of the security of the mask, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and brought it to her mouth, glad that she’d opted for the three-quarter mask that left her lips totally accessible.

  Clay’s breath hitched as she closed her lips over it and ran her tongue around the head, tasting the salty sweetness of his fluid.

  “Jesus,” he hissed and cupped her head with his large palms.

  Bridget hummed in satisfaction and continued to lick and suck and savor. Her other hand stole between his thighs and cupped his balls, manipulating them with her fingers. His grip on her head tightened and he tried to thrust himself deeper inside her. But her experience with this was limited and she hadn’t figured out how to accommodate anyone’s full length let alone Clay’s enormous size.

  She pulled back and wiped her lips with her fingers. “My show,” she reminded him.

  “Can I just say that you’re killing me?” he asked in a strangled voice.

  “Oh, I don’t think so.” She licked the head once more before rising. “Not yet, anyway. I’m just getting started.”

  “Oh, lord,” he muttered. “When is it my turn?”

  “When I say so.”

  She pushed him back onto the bed and nudged him to move his body until he lay with his head on the pillows. Clambering up to straddle him, still wearing the sexy lingerie and fuck-me shoes and balancing herself with her hands on his shoulders, she pressed her mouth to his and thrust her tongue inside. Lordy, but he tasted good. She caught the scent of her own musk as she worked her tongue into every corner of his mouth, dancing with his tongue, licking every inner surface.

  When she’d drunk her fill she moved down the line of his neck to his chest, finding his nipples and nipping each in turn. His big hands came up to stroke her back, fingers tracing the length of her spine. She was sure where her cunt pressed against him there was a patch of her cream. Could he feel the tiny flutters inside her? Were they vibrating into his body?

  Shifting position she moved her mouth to his stomach, tracing the indentation of his navel and following the line of hair down to his groin. She kissed his hipbones, his hard flat abs, the inside of his upper thighs, encouraged by his groans and sounds of pleasure. Her fingers followed the trail of her mouth, brushing against the hot flesh, loving the soft feel of him beneath his taut skin.

  He was all male, that was for sure, and she explored him as she might a dish of candy, touching, tasting, rolling the flavor around in her mouth.

  His big hands grabbed her shoulders and dragged her up his body. “Darlin’, if you don’t get serious pretty quick this show’s gonna be over before it starts.”

  “But I’m seducing you,” she protested, planting a wet kiss on his chest.

  “Believe me when I tell you I’m seduced. Even beyond seduced. So could we please get down to business?”

  She laughed. “I thought I was.”

  If she got any more down to business Clay figured it would be all over but the shouting. And he hadn’t had any fun himself yet. Although he’d enjoyed the hell out of her seductive mouth and hands. In desperation he pulled her farther up his body, grabbed the ties at the sides of her thong and yanked them loose. Next to go was the bra, her breasts now free and tempting. He tugged her forward so he could take one nipple into his mouth, the sensation sending jolts of lightning straight to his already bursting cock.

  He wanted to lick her pussy too, and lunge his fingers deep inside her, but he was too close to the edge.

  And then a devastating thought struck him. He opened his mouth to let her nipple plop free and tightened his hands on her arms.

  “I don’t suppose you set out on this seduction prepared at all, did you?” he asked, desperately trying to remember if he had one lone condom stashed in his wallet.

  She bent forward and gave his chest another slow lick. “Like the Boy Scouts I am always prepared.”

  Gracefully she hopped off the bed, tossing the now loosened thong and bra to the side, and picked up her dress from the floor. Reaching into what appeared to be a very deep pocket she pulled out a string of condoms. Clay’s eyes widened.

  “You just stuck them in your dress like that? What if they’d fallen out?”

  “I didn’t want to carry a purse so I found a costume with several deep pockets.”

  He stared at the string in her hand. “Planning on making a long night of it?”

  She climbed back onto the bed and straddled him again. “Just as long as you can hold out, Black.”

  He started to say he was a SEAL and they had legendary endurance. But this wasn’t the time to exchange personal information. This was the time to launch the mission. Plucking the condoms from her hand he separated one foil packet from the rest, tore it open and handed her the latex sheath.

  “Care to do the honors?”

  “Absolutely.”

  She sounded confident but he could see her hands trembling again. He wondered just how often Red indulged in one of these seductions. Exactly how experienced she was. Part of the pleasure her mouth had given him was the sudden realization that she was sort of learning as she went along. For whatever reason she’d chosen him tonight he was eternally grateful. But she was unknowingly playing havoc with his emotions too. From the connection of that first kiss something more than physical attraction had been at work here, Clay didn’t know whether to embrace it or run like hell.

  He was jerked backed to awareness by the feel of her slender fingers rolling the latex down the length of his rock-hard cock, smoothing it into place.

  “I think we’re ready.” There was just the tiniest catch in her voice.

  “Almost,” he told her, sliding a hand down his stomach to find her pussy.

  Her breathing hitched as he rubbed the hot flesh between her thighs, finding it slick with her juices, her clit already swollen. When he caught it between two fingers she jerked then rocked herself back and forth on his hand. He manipulated his hand to ease two fingers up into her tight, grasping sheath, pressing his thumb on her clit at the same time.

  Oh, yeah, she was definitely ready. Time to take control.

  In one smooth move he rolled her to her back, tucking her beneath him and nudging her legs wide. She was so tempting, spread out the way she was, her nipples wet from his mouth, her skin flushed with desire. He wished like hell he could see her face, but there was no mistaking the heat in her eyes. That was blatantly visible through the slits in the mask.

  Bedroom eyes, he thought. Hot and seductive. Eyes a man could get lost in. Damn he wished she’d take off the mask.

  Positioning his body, he wrapped the fingers of one hand around his cock and nudged her opening with the head. Her small hands came up to clutch his shoulders and she spread her legs even wider. Clay took his time sliding into her, enjoying the bite of her nails into the skin of his arms as he stretched and filled her. When he was fully inside her, his balls touching the lower curve of her ass, he closed his eyes, enjoying the moment.

  Clay had been with a lot of women, probably more than he’d like to admit, but not once did he ever experience what he was feeling now with Red. It wasn’
t just the physical contact, although that was off the charts. He felt again the same connection that had hit him when he’d kissed her earlier. Intense. Emotional. Reaching deep inside him.

  Better put that thought away, macho man. This is a one-time fantasy. You’ll never see her again.

  The thought saddened him and he deliberately blanked it from his mind.

  Bending his head he pulled one nipple into his mouth again, sucking hard and grazing it with his teeth until she cried out, arching up to him. When the plump bud was swollen in his mouth he turned to the other one, all the while his cock telling him to get to it. To move. To fuck her the way he wanted to.

  And finally he did, moving slowly at first, gliding in and out of the wet sheath, the head of his dick bumping up against the mouth of her womb. Then faster. Faster yet, until he was slamming into her again and again and her cries of pleasure echoed in the room. Her cunt gripped him, pulling at him, hips thrusting until…

  Yes! God, yes!

  The orgasm shook him so hard he forgot everything except this woman and her body and the intense spasms rocketing them both over a cliff into a black velvet oblivion. He pumped and pumped and pumped, wishing there was no latex barrier between them, until the last drop of semen had been wrung from his cock.

  When he collapsed he rolled to the side, taking her with him, still connected to her body, his arm wrapped around her holding her close. His heart was banging against his ribs and his breath sounded like a ripsaw in the air as he fought to get himself under control.

  Jesus! If he was given to abstract feelings he’d have said the whole experience was spiritual. Because it sure had gone way past just the physical. Emptying himself into this woman was a bonding more than an exercise.

  He smoothed his hands over her damp skin, following the line of her back and the sweet curve of her ass. Oh, yeah. Her ass. Before the night was over he’d have her there too. She was like a drug in his system. If he was only getting this one shot he wanted it all. Every bit. Memories that he could pull out at night in the jungles of Africa or the unforgiving Hindu Kush mountains.

  “You okay?” he asked when he was sure he could speak.

  “More than okay.” Her voice was soft and when she spoke her breath was like a soft breeze against his chest. “I think the seduction worked.”

  He laughed unsteadily. “More than.” His hand was still wandering over her body. “Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”

  She tilted her head back. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, under other circumstances I’d pick you up and carry you into the shower with me. You have no idea how sexy showering together can be.” He paused. “You ever done it before? Showered with someone? Had great shower sex?”

  “Um, sure. Of course I have.”

  But he didn’t believe her. He heard the thread of uncertainty in her voice. What kind of life did she lead? How had she reached this point, where sexual exploration was so uppermost in her mind that she’d set out to seduce someone, yet came to it so obviously lacking in experience? He’d give a month’s pay to know her background.

  But that wasn’t what tonight was about. And her combination of wickedness and innocence was an incredible turn-on.

  “Well,” he went on, “since you insist we keep our masks on we can’t exactly dunk ourselves. So as the very happy recipient of your charms I’m going to give you a sponge bath.”

  She pushed away from him and sat up. “A what?”

  “A sponge bath.” He cupped her chin and tilted her masked face up to him. “You’ll love it. I promise. And it will give you time to rest before the next act.”

  “The…next act?”

  He brushed his mouth against hers. “Surely you didn’t think we were finished. Did you?”

  “Um, no, I guess not.”

  Bridget stared at him. She couldn’t imagine what was going on in his mind but she was eternally glad he hadn’t told her it was time to leave. She didn’t want her fantasy to be over so quickly. If she only had one night with Clay Randall she was going to wring everything from it she could.

  Because she had just realized an all-important fact—she was definitely in love with Clay Randall. Not that it would ever come to anything. She’d probably be carrying her heart around in pieces for a long time.

  But it’s worth it. Oh, it’s so worth it.

  She lay back on the pillows, inhaling the air still redolent with the combined scents of their musk, the ripeness of sex. Her limbs felt like limp noodles, her body so filled with lassitude that she couldn’t have moved if she had to. Not even in her wildest imagination had she expected an orgasm as intense as the one she’d just experienced. Anything else in her pitiful sex life not only paled by comparison but disappeared into nothingness. Now she knew what authors meant when they wrote about exploding rockets and falling through space.

  When Clay strode back to the bed from the bathroom she couldn’t help but notice that his cock was still semierect. This whole night was turning out even better than she’d expected.

  “Lie back and relax.”

  He sat down on the bed next to her, moving her over just enough to give him room. In a moment he was stroking a warm cloth over her, beginning at her neck and working his way down to her breasts, her tummy, the sensitive flesh of her pussy and down her legs. His touch was light, almost feathery, whispering over her skin, arousing her as much as it soothed.

  She moaned, a little whimper of pleasure, as he brought the cloth back to her cunt and nudged her thighs apart with his hand. The slightly rough texture of the cloth brushed her clit and her pussy lips sensuously. The walls of her cunt began to quiver, already responding to the stimulation. Her legs moved restlessly and her hips arched slightly.

  “Feel good, darlin’?”

  Good was too tame a word for what she was feeling.

  “Mmm,” was about all she could manage.

  He leaned closer to her. “I’m going to make you feel even better now that I’ve got you cooled off a little.”

  Cooled off? Was he crazy? Her temperature was about to zoom off the charts.

  He dropped the washcloth into the little dish on the nightstand, moved back onto the bed and knelt between her thighs, slipping his hands beneath her ass.

  “I’ve been dying to taste you ever since you slipped out of that red dress and I got a full view of that luscious body. And now I’m going to do it.”

  He lifted her to his mouth and took a long, slow lick the length of her slit. Bridget quivered beneath his touch, every nerve in her cunt firing, her cream lubricating her.

  “Yum.” He had his lips against her clit, his voice vibrating against that hot little button. “Just as tasty as I thought.”

  He did it again. And again, leisurely swipes with his tongue capturing her liquid. Nuzzling his face against her, inhaling her scent. Pulling her clit into his mouth and sucking on it. Swirling his tongue around it.

  The flutters intensified, turning into tiny spasms, spreading through her body.

  “Black!” she cried, thankful she had enough sanity left not to call out his real name.

  “It’s okay, Red.” He placed an open-mouthed kiss right on her clit. “Go with it.”

  And then he moved one hand to slide two fingers inside her, his mouth still busy with her button of swollen flesh, and just like that she came again. He fucked her with his fingers, adding a third one, his lips and tongue never leaving her pussy. She shuddered, heels digging into the mattress, hands fisted in the sheet. Spasm after spasm rolled through her and still he never let up, until the final tremor subsided and she collapsed, completely spent, every muscle limp and lax.

  Then he eased her down and smoothed his hands over her sides and her breasts, his mouth finally taking hers. She could taste herself on his tongue, an intoxicating flavor that slithered through her. She sighed, wishing she could take off the mask and kiss him without its restraints.

  But she had bigger problems than that. The last thing she�
��d expected was this powerful connection to the man she’d only thought to have a one-night stand with. A night to treasure that would probably never be repeated. It was more than just lust. More than just passion. Without realizing it she’d just ripped her heart out of her body and handed it over to this man.

  “This seduction thing seems to be working pretty good,” he teased, bringing her back to the moment.

  “Yes,” she breathed. “Better than good.”

  Too much better than good.

  He gave her another brief kiss—a mere brush of the lips—then stood up. “We missed the goodies at the ball. If you plan to keep on seducing me I think we need something to give us some energy. Room service or the minibar?”

  Not room service. If Clay happened to get nosy when the waiter gave her the slip to sign the game would be over.

  “I think the minibar will be just fine.”

  Chapter Four

  Clay found a silver tray on the credenza next to the minibar and plundered the snacks the hotel provided. Cheese crackers, cookies and pretzels weren’t his idea of romantic fare but it was better than nothing. He’d actually been relieved when Red decided against room service. That would have meant both of them pulling on the complimentary robes hanging in the bathroom and he wanted her naked every possible minute. If all he had with her was this one night he wasn’t about to spend any of it without her naked.

  As he poured wine into the goblet on top of the bar and added ice cubes to his bourbon he mulled the situation over in his mind. It bugged him that she wouldn’t take off her mask. Or let him remove his. Who was she? Was it possible she was someone’s wife, out for a wild night to get what she couldn’t get at home?

  But the moment the thought popped into his head he dismissed it. He’d learned to be a pretty good judge of people during his years in the SEALs. Often that ability meant the difference between life and death. No, Red wasn’t anyone’s wife. Or very experienced at what she was doing. Although the secrecy the mask provided seemed to give her unfamiliar courage.