Nice Girls, Naughty Sex

by Jordan LaRousse

  Slowly, Claire slid her mouth back along his shaft, releasing the head of his cock with a soft plop.

  Nic groaned, “No. . . . ” as Claire rose to her feet.

  “Yes, Nic.” Claire was whirling from the unaccustomed strain of guiding the encounter, balancing the drive for ultimate gratification with the pleasure of controlling Nic’s response.

  “I need to rest a moment. Pour us some tea.”

  Nic took in a shuddering breath and shook his head as if to clear it. He handed Claire another glass of tea, shaking the ice suggestively.

  She smiled tentatively at him. “You were right about one thing. . . . ”

  “What was that?”

  “You don’t seem weak at all.”

  He let out a heartfelt laugh. “Thank you. I certainly don’t feel weak.” He smiled widely at her, then drained his drink. Claire watched the muscles working in his throat and felt desire well up again. She glanced at his cock, still thick and dark. This wasn’t over yet.

  He was a beautiful man, sitting across from her, comfortable in his nudity, his body solid and real. Claire realized she was still dressed, and the disparity gave her another thrill. Her long-standing attraction to him was unfurling like night-blooming cereus under a full moon.

  They sat for a moment, quietly contemplating each other. A chord of desire thrummed deep inside Claire. She held out her hand to Nic.

  “Come over here, please. There’s something you can do for me.”

  As she guided him to kneel next to her chair, once again his scent of warm leather and citrus invaded her senses, this time with an additional musk of arousal. It was a heady sensation and intensified Claire’s desire. Her need pressed against her, diminishing her inhibition to provide direction.

  “What is it?” He reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear. Claire smiled, letting him know she was permitting the contact.

  “I want to come, Nic.”

  A roguish smile warmed his face as his eyes roved longingly over her breasts, belly, and legs. He looked back up to meet her eyes. “And how would you like to come?”

  “Show me what you can do.” Claire was astonished and ever so slightly embarrassed at her boldness, but that feeling was quickly swamped by a wash of desire as Nic pressed his hands on either side of her hips.

  “I’ll start with your lips.” He brushed his fingertips against her lashes, coaxing her eyelids closed. Claire sank back with a sigh. His tongue teased at her bottom lip, until the tip of Claire’s tongue ventured out to meet his. The contact was electric, causing her whole mouth to tingle. Nic must have felt it also; he sucked in a sharp breath.

  Coherent thought was blotted out as Claire felt Nic’s presence bear down on her, his lips claiming hers, his tongue hotly invading her mouth. Her hips lifted toward him, and she felt the brush of his swollen cock against her belly. Finally, he released her and Claire could breathe again.

  “Now, I will have your breasts.” His voice was rough.

  Claire opened her eyes and stared at him until he said, “With your consent, Claire.”

  She nodded and immediately felt his callused fingers catching at her bodice. He swept her breasts free of the damp cotton and ran his hands back and forth across her nipples. The rough skin caused exquisite shocks to pass from her nipples to her clitoris. Claire rolled her head against the back of the chair, closing her eyes again, wanting more.

  A fall of hair signaled the approach of his mouth against her heated skin. His hand lifted her breast, gently squeezing, mounding the flesh so her areola pebbled tightly. He brushed his cheek across the tip, allowing his whiskers to lightly abrade the sensitive skin.

  Claire wrapped her fingers in his hair, holding his head against her. His face moved slowly back and forth as Claire’s pelvis pumped in time with his strokes. He slowed, and her grip relaxed. He moved his mouth to her neglected nipple and began to suckle, using his teeth and tongue to pull it to maximum length and beyond. Claire groaned and scratched her fingernails down his back.

  Her desire was raging, her pelvis thrust upward, thighs fallen wide. Nic abandoned her breasts and trailed his hands over her belly to the hem of her dress. Placing a hand on the outside of each thigh, he slowly moved the material up over her hips, leaning in until his mouth was pressed against the damp mound of her panties. He huffed out a hot breath. Claire moaned and spread her legs further. She gathered focus one last time, gripping his hair and pulling his head up.

  “Nic, make me come,” she gasped out before releasing him and sprawling wantonly under his touch.

  “My pleasure,” he growled against the peak of her mound, sending vibrations directly to her clit.

  Claire’s world shrank to the sensations in her pelvis, her aching and abraded breasts, and to the occasional need to drag in lungfuls of muggy air. Nic quickly removed her panties, and his tongue scorched a long line from the tip of her slit, over her clitoris, and down into her opening, pressing on the fragile skin where the inner labia come together. He repeated the stroke again. And again—until Claire lost the ability to distinguish one sensation from another.

  He settled his mouth against her clit, his hands holding her hip bones, immobilizing her pelvis. He sucked against the hood, engorging her organ until it was almost painful. Her hands tangled in his hair in an unorganized rhythm of frenzied need.

  Nic flicked his tongue against her clit with harsh jabs that had Claire quivering and pulsing beneath him. The strokes came faster and firmer, and Claire began to pant. She could feel the pressure pooling deep inside her, a growing sunburst.

  Nic dipped a finger in her puddled wetness then slid it inside her, searching for the thickened area that would mark her most responsive spot. Claire bucked wildly when he found it, but he restrained her with his forearm pressed across her pelvis.

  His tongue never ceased its stimulation, and when he began a circular massage of her inner wall, Claire’s sunburst exploded, rippling outward, convulsing her pussy around the probing finger, arching her back, pressing her hips against the restraining arm. Another burst took her even higher, shaking her whole being, followed by smaller aftershocks that brought her back down. Finally, she rested, limp, sweaty, and breathing heavily.

  Nic hovered, his lips glistening with her juices. He passed his hand over his mouth, collecting her moisture, then began to stroke his cock.

  Claire pushed herself up to watch. His cock was distended beyond any previous erection, the veins standing out thickly, the head a stormy purplish color. His sac pressed his balls tight against his body. Back arched, shoulders thrown back, he looked primal in his need. Cords stood out in his neck as he pumped his shaft, and sweat poured down his chest.

  “No.” Claire put her hand on his slick chest.

  Nic paused, looked at her dazedly.

  “I’m not ready for you to come yet.” It was difficult to say, but she understood now that by exerting her control, Nic’s pleasure would be enhanced. She wanted to provide this control and feel the pleasure of increasing his ultimate satisfaction.

  She watched his struggle, fist finally dropping away from his cock.

  “Let’s rest a bit,” Claire said, giving Nic time to regain his composure. “Do you have anything to eat?”

  A tremor passed through Nic as he stood, cock still proud. “Umm . . . yes, yes I do.” As he spoke, he struggled to regain his urbane manner.

  “I may have some berries and shortbread cookies in the bar. Will that do?”

  “That will do fine. Why don’t you bring them over here?”

  “Of course.” He gathered the items and knelt at Claire’s side, rubbing a berry against her swollen lips until she opened her mouth to accept it.

  “Mmm, very good. You can leave this on the table. Please sit.”

  Nic took a tea and a handful of berries back to his chair. He ate quietly while looking at Claire. She shifted under his regard, back to feeling more like his subordinate than a dominant partner. She felt suddenly self-conscious, re
membering the long line of beautiful women she’d seen by his side over the years. Her gaze roamed over his flushed skin, the perspiration beaded at his hairline, and his cock, now subsided, shadowed between his parted thighs.

  “What are you thinking?” Nic asked.

  “Is this something you do with all your partners?”

  “How many do you think I’ve had?” Nic parried.

  “I’ve tried not to think about your partners—you’ve certainly led a parade of them over the past three years.”

  A hint of complacency passed over Nic’s features, then he looked more serious. He answered, “The short response is no, this side of me is shared only with very few. It would be too easy to be misunderstood or to become a caricature.”

  “I appreciate the trust you’ve shown me.” She paused, her confidence renewed. “Now, I believe we have some more to accomplish here,” she said, impishly stealing one of his catchphrases from department meetings.

  Nic smiled, his cock stirring again.

  “What would you like?” His deep voice was eager, which Claire found endearing.

  “Well, first I would like some music,” Claire said, trying to keep a grin off her face. She followed Nic’s glance over to the piano. “No, not the piano. I’ve heard you have a good voice. . . . I’d like you to sing something.”

  Nic looked nonplussed.

  “Something from . . . Grease.”

  “What?”

  “I heard you played the sidekick in a local production.”

  “That was for charity . . . and it wasn’t a production, just some entertainment.”

  “Nic, are you refusing me?” Claire arched her brows.

  Nic cast his eyes down, a smile tugging at his lips. “No, Claire, I won’t refuse you.”

  “Okay, then.” Claire settled back in her chair expectantly.

  Nic rose and leaned his hands on the armrests of Claire’s chair. He took a deep breath, expanding his chest, and Claire reached out to stroke his belly. A frisson of anticipation passed through her, causing the fine hairs at the back of her neck to rise.

  Then in a velvet tenor he crooned, “I got chills. They’re multiplyin’. And I’m losin’ control. ’Cause the power you’re supplyin’, it’s electrifyin’. . . . You’re the one that I want, the one I need. Oh, yes indeed.” He subsided into a hum that reverberated through Claire’s core.

  He had somehow turned the snappy teen anthem into an erotic seduction. Claire placed a hand against his chest, feeling the music inside him. She held him there for a moment, then pushed up. Nic ceased humming and stood, once again growing erect as Claire asserted herself. Her body responded, that taut chord of desire singing from nipples to clitoris.

  She rose from the chair, skimming her body along Nic’s, relishing the feel of his hard shaft stiffening further as she slid her belly along him. She placed her hands over his nipples, rolling them in her palms, and was rewarded by the catch in his breath.

  Claire raised her face, her lips parting in a silent command for a kiss. The spark that exploded was all-consuming. Nic grasped Claire in a fierce embrace. Their tongues jousted, as if they were trying to taste and swallow the other’s essence. Claire felt his sticky pre-cum on her belly and responded with a rush of moisture from her core.

  She broke off the kiss to look at Nic. She waited until his wild gaze came back into focus and he met and held her eyes.

  “Fuck me, Nic. And this time, you can come when I tell you.”

  Immediately, like a palace guard keeping his empress from danger, Nic swept Claire into his arms, pressed her tightly against his chest, and strode over to the sideboard.

  He deposited her on the cold marble top, then wrenched her dress off. Claire shook her hair back and placed her hands on Nic’s shoulders, staring at him, holding him still for a moment with the strength of her will. Nic trembled, but held. Then Claire leaned back on her arms, displaying herself.

  Nic stepped between Claire’s thighs, nudging them further apart to accommodate his hips. The heat from his groin was like a furnace blast against her vulva.

  Grasping her thighs, Nic pulled her forward and hooked her legs over his hip bones, tipping her until her moist, swollen opening was lined up against the tip of his cock. He paused.

  “Now,” said Claire. It was a guttural plea. Dominance and submission merged together by the heat of their desire.

  Nic thrust into Claire, burying himself to the hilt. His thickened sac slammed against her ass cheeks. Claire shouted as her pussy walls contracted down around Nic’s cock, desperately trying to hold him in as he pulled back. Her labia stretched along his shaft, caressing him. He stopped just short of pulling his cock head out and reached to stroke Claire’s breast. Her thighs shook with the strain of clasping his waist.

  Nic shifted and thrust himself into her again, his body smashing against her clitoris, jolting her, causing Claire to grind against him. Again and again he stroked, each pass cresting inside her. Nic’s back arched; his chest expanded. The sight quickened Claire’s blood, and a tightness spiraled in her core as every sensation collapsed into a tight twist deep in her center.

  Before complete abandonment, she looked at him again. Cords stood out on his neck, and his skin was darkly flushed. His cock was swollen, stretching her beyond her bounds. Claire realized the control he was exerting to please her, and the realization ignited the twist deep inside her, causing it to expand with explosive force.

  “Now, Nic, now! Come!”

  Claire’s senses detonated. Sparks showered through her in whirling gusts as her muscles contracted, pulling her up and around Nic. Her fingernails sank into his body as his roar penetrated her saturated senses.

  Nic’s orgasm rocked them both. His cock pulsated, sending hot splashes of jism against her sensitive vaginal walls. His hands gripped her hips with cruel intensity, lifting her harder against him. He ground his pelvis against hers, showing a deep animal instinct to be as far inside her as possible, to claim her for his own.

  Finally, the aftershocks subsided, and the only sound was their heaving breath.

  Wordlessly, Nic lowered Claire to the floor and cradled her head on his shoulder. There they dozed, bodies cooling. The light dimmed as the afternoon passed into early evening.

  Claire stirred and sat up, looking at Nic as he opened his eyes.

  “Well,” she said.

  Nic smiled and stretched like a sun-drenched jaguar. “Yes. Well. That about sums it up.”

  Claire rose to her feet, looking for her discarded sandals and dress. Nic stayed reclined on the floor. She suddenly felt too shy to meet his eyes.

  He reached out and wrapped a hand around her ankle. “Claire, talk to me. Tell me what you feel.”

  “I feel like I want my dress.” Claire spied a fuchsia smear crumpled in a corner and retrieved it. She paid inordinate attention to smoothing the wrinkles and hoped he found her panties before the cleaning crew did.

  Shooting a glance at Nic, who was now on his feet and donning his shirt and shorts, Claire said, “That was very enlightening. I appreciate your providing me with that lesson.”

  “Claire,” Nic took her by the hand and said, “That was more than a lesson. It was an invitation.”

  Claire felt suddenly giddy. “An invitation to what?”

  “To us. To a relationship between us.”

  Claire smiled at him. “Do I always have to be in charge?”

  He folded her in his arms. “Only when you feel like it.”

  She moved out of his embrace, a lingering hand on his chest. “Then wait for my call.” The teasing note in her voice was all the encouragement he needed.

  “We go together like ramma lamma lamma ka dinga da dinga dong. . . . ” Nic serenaded Claire as she sashayed out the door.

  SERVING MS. PADEN

  Talia Kelley

  Kevin paced the floor of his room at the Garland Ranch, his brow creased, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. There had been times in his career when
he had hated being a personal assistant.

  Never, however, had he hated it as much as he did serving Amber Paden. The thought of her made his stomach churn, his jaw tighten, and his groin tingle, all at the same time. In short, Amber Paden made Kevin’s blood boil in more ways than one.

  He sank down onto the bed and pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes. He heard the clack of her heels on the long porch outside. In his mind’s eye, he followed those heels up to her shapely ankles and then over the curve of her athletic calves. He’d never seen her thighs, but he could tell from the way her skirts fit that those thighs were just as well-toned as the rest of her body. And her ass. Here, his thoughts paused, as he followed that enticing curve, wondering what her pussy looked like, what she would taste like.

  He heard her footfalls as she walked up the long hallway to her room and pictured the sway of her hips and slight jiggle of her breasts under the fitted, low-cut blouses she favored. Oh, how she loved teasing him with that cleavage. There were times when she’d made sure she was so close, he couldn’t turn his head without nearly burying his face in her soft flesh. He shivered as he felt his cock twitch at the memory.

  Then there was her mouth. Amber’s lips were the pouty kind that made a man want to see them wrapped around his cock. Kevin found himself licking his own lips at that thought. Just imagining what it would feel like to entangle his fingers in her chestnut hair—

  “Kevin.”

  He winced. That was the other part of Amber’s mouth—her voice. It wasn’t that her voice was unpleasant. It was her words. She seemed to relish making them demanding or demeaning. And here she was, glaring at him like he’d missed the ball.

  “Yes, Ms. Paden?” He tried not to speak through his teeth.

  “We’re going riding. Get ready.”

  He knew he hadn’t earned her disgusted stare, but it still bothered him.

  “Kevin. Now.”

  “Yes, Ms. Paden.” Kevin looked at her as she lingered in the doorway watching him. “I’d like to change in privacy,” he said.