by Peyton Banks
“However, you want to play it?” Was that husky sound her voice? When did she develop that? Wow, she sounded like a phone sex operator. Hmmm, maybe there was a possible side gig to look into after this.
“How about this. You can be my Pillow Pet, and I will be your….”
“Spicy Spring-roll,” Tiara interrupted, “you can be my Spicy Spring-roll.”
He tilted his head to the side, watching her. She felt heat crawl up her brown skin. His gaze was a palpable feeling against her skin. He might as well have touched her. She was sure the reaction wouldn’t have been any different, any less.
“Spicy Spring-roll,” he repeated stringing out the words with a slow sensual smile full of promise of wonderful things to come. “Just call me Jordan.”
She nodded as she came further into the room. Her eyes immediately went to the large bed that dominated the room; the red cover turned back to reveal the white sheets. The lights were turned down low, the air intimate, just the right tone for a debauching.
Tiara started when she felt hands on her shoulders. It was Jordan reaching up to help her off with her coat. He slowly smoothed it down her shoulders, caressing her bare skin as the coat revealed the dress she was wearing underneath. It was a deceptively simple black dress, but it hugged her curves, nipping into emphasis her waist. The sweetheart neckline made her girls look fantastic. This was her favorite dress. She wore it to give her an extra boost of confidence, not something she usually lacked, but this was an unusual meeting, and she didn’t want to fuck it up. No, she preferred to be fucked. Tiara turned as Jordan moved to hang her coat up in the closet by the door before turning back to her.
Those whiskey-colored eyes devoured her, starting at the top of her head. Taking in her blonde hair with the caramel streaks arranged in a knot with tendrils of hair hanging down teasing her bare shoulders. The smooth silk straps of her dress draped across her shoulders, falling down around her body in graceful flowing waves. His gaze continued down her body to encompass her legs encased in the stocking that she took such care to put on ending at the heels on her feet. His eyes met her’s with a look of approval.
She felt both powerful and feminine under his gaze. His hand slid down her arms to tangle their fingers together as he drew her further into the room.
“Would you care for something to drink,” his deep voice ignited the nerves in her body, awakening them to a realm of possibilities.
“A glass of wine would be nice.” How she managed to get her voice to work when she was overwhelmed by his simple touch. No man ever affected her in such a way. A simple touch of his hand. A look in his eyes and she was under his power. His willing slave to do whatever it was that he wanted.
He drew her to the sofa on the far side of the room away from the bed. Suite really. He didn’t have a simple hotel room he had a suite with a sitting area arranged in front of a lit fireplace. Just the perfect ambiance to the night of sensual passion ahead. Jordan held her hand until she was seated on the sofa. She watched as he glided across the room to fix her a glass of wine.
His long confident stride. Sexy.
Tiara sighed with contentment as she watched his ass move. It was a thing of beauty. Nobody should have an ass so bitable. Her mouth salivated with the need to take a nibble. Just a small one. All she wanted to do was to leave a mark.
My god. He was just as gorgeous coming as he was going. She nibbled on her bottom lips to keep herself from jumping up and capturing his mouth with hers. Yes, she knew this was a booty call, but she was still trying to make a good impression. The last thing she wanted was for Jordan to determine that she was an aggressive ball of sexual need in heat. No matter how true that might be, she wasn’t going to give him a hint of desperation that was screaming for her to jump him like a sale on Michael Kors Handbags. She was a mature female. She could keep her needs under control long enough to get to know him a little and not to rip her clothes as she tried to strip them off. She needed her underwear to wear home.
Well, maybe not her underwear, but definitely her dress. Parading naked through the lobby of this upscale hotel was the quickest way to get the cops called on herself. Spending the night in jail for indecent exposure wasn’t on her bucket list.
She accepted the glass of wine from him taking a grateful sip. It was delicious. Light and fruity with the added benefit of keeping both her mouth and her hands occupied. Her eyes were another story. Her gaze hungrily roamed his body as he sat on the sofa next to her. From the thick mane of dark hair that topped his head, down the angular curves of his face. She greedily took in the muscles of his wide shoulders, down his chiseled chest that tapered to his slim waist that she was just dying to wrap her legs around.
Tiara had already taken note of his big hands. They were more than enough to cradle her breasts. She trembled at the thought of them teasing her nipples, bringing them to a peak ready for that wide mouth of his to take them. She gave her head a slight shake.
Control.
The key word here was control. She cleared her throat.
“So…Jordan do you live here in town?” Stupid question. She wished she could take it back. The whole point of using the Proximity app was to stay anonymous. How could they do that if she was asking him questions about his life?
He gave her that slow sensual smile. He must do that on purpose to disarm women. Why else would someone be so good at making her panties wet with just a simple gesture of thirteen muscles?
“No, my Pet,” he infused the words with desire. Tiara’s pussy gushed. There was no hope for her panties. There was no way she would ever be able to get the smell of her desire out of them. “I am only in town for the weekend.”
“Oh? What brought you to town?” Tiara couldn’t stop her runaway mouth. She took a sip of her wine hoping that it would shut her up.
He reached out, picking up her hand, absently playing with her fingers. Stroking his thumb back and forth across the pulse in her wrist, causing it to speed up with every touch as he thought about how to answer her. “It’s okay if you don’t want to answer. You can keep your life private.”
There went that smile again. Damn the man was going to have to stop doing that if there was going to be any hope of salvaging this sofa.
“No Pet, for you I will answer,” his deep voice wrapped her in a seductive cocoon. He brought her hand up to his mouth and gently placed a kiss on each of her fingers. Turning her hand over to expose the wrist, he placed a teasing kissing on her pulse point causing shivers to skate down her spine. At her visible reaction to his touch, he reached out with his tongue, slowly raking the tip across her wrist.
Tiara’s heart exploded into a million bright lights. Each of the lights landed on a nerve-ending in her body awakening them. Her breath hitched. Her mind stopped working. She was his slave.
“I’m in town to meet with the owner of a business on the verge of bankruptcy, to see if it is worth buying. I have to consider if it can be saved or if I would just be throwing my money down the drain.” His tongue continued its journey up the bare skin of her arm. The little hairs becoming antennas on alert for his touch. Each of them eager to experience his desire.
Those whiskey brown eyes looked up into her amber ones. Watching her response as he slowly took control of her body.
Tiara’s inside turned to liquid heat as his tongue licked the skin of her inner elbow. She lost it.
No more control.
She slammed down the rest of her wine, tossing the empty glass over her shoulder. She ignored the dull thud of it hitting the carpeted floor behind the sofa. Her hand reaching up to tangle in the dark lengths of his hair, pulling his head closer to her’s as her mouth gorged itself on him.
3
Tiara didn’t have the patience to tease. Her body demanded that she do something to extinguish the fire that Jordan’s simple touch started in her. Her tongue licked his lower lip, back and forth until his mouth opened underneath its onslaught.
She leaned back on the sofa, pulli
ng his body down on hers. He became her living, breathing blanket. Her need to feel him touching her all over was consuming her mind. Her thoughts focused only on her desire to have his cock buried deep inside of her. Her tongue thrust deep into his mouth. “Mmmmm,” she lapped up the taste of him.
Whiskey and man.
A potent combination.
Jordan allowed her to be in charge of the kiss a few more seconds before seizing control. His teeth grazed her tongue as his hands gripped the back of her head firmly, holding her in place so that his tongue could sweep into her mouth and dominate her. Moans of desire escaped Tiara with each sweep of Jordan’s tongue around her mouth. Flames licked across every surface that his tongue touch.
She needed more.
She whimpered when his mouth released hers, looking down at her with his smoldering eyes filled with passion. Her body felt naked without his weight on her. “Don’t worry, my Pet, this is only the beginning.” He promised as he stood up from the sofa, sweeping her up in his arms.
“Oof.” The little sound escaped her as she found herself being lifted. She wasn’t large, but she wasn’t exactly small either. She didn’t remember the last time a man carried her anywhere. Tiara didn’t have long to dwell on the strength in Jordan’s hard body. He laid her down on the bed, his eyes taking their fill of her. A smorgasbord for him to feast on.
She watched mesmerized as he slowly stripped off his shirt to reveal the hard muscles underneath. More tanned skin was revealed to her eyes. He had to spend a lot of time in the outdoors to get such a beautiful bronze color. His skin wasn’t the natural dark loveliness that she was born with. White people weren’t that blessed, they needed the power of the sun to achieve color in their skin. But his skin was luscious, lickable skin. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips in anticipating of the taste of him.
Her eyes zeroed in on his hands as they moved to the buckle of his pants. The happy trail of dark hair that started on the lower portion of his abdomen only to disappear into his pants was about to be revealed to her hungry eyes. There was no way she was going to miss a second of the show. Not when it was the best thing to ever happen to her in her life.
She leaned up on her elbows for a better view. Eyes glued to his every movement.
His movements tantalizingly slow as he lowered his zipper. Millimeter by millimeter his skin being slowly revealed.
“Oh,” suddenly his cock sprung free from its confines. Tiara reached out and touched him. Her fingers gently glided along the long thick length of him. A study in contrast of her skin tone against his.
Jordan’s threw his head back at her gentle touch, a loud moan escaping him. She took that as encouragement. She gripped him firmly in her hand. Enjoying the silken feel of steel as her hand moved back and forth along his length. Her nipples harden in delight as his cock swelled even more at her touch.
She didn’t resist the urge to reach out with her tongue and lick the pearly drop of cum on the end of his cock.
“Mmmmm,” she reveled in the taste of him. “Delicious.”
“That’s it Pet, suck my cock.” Tiara didn’t mind that Jordan removed the hairpins from her hair to bury his fingers in her caramel streaked tresses. His hands gripping her head firmly as she slid her tongue up and down his length. He was her new favorite lollipop.
Tiara found herself moaning in disappointment when Jordan pulled his cock from her mouth. “Enough of that for now, Pet.” He smoothed her dress from her shoulders baring her skin to his eyes. “I’m not going to come in your mouth when that tantalizing pussy waits for my cock.”
He made short work of removing her dress. Before she was fully aware of it, Tiara found herself lying back on her elbows in the middle of the large bed wearing nothing, but her bra, thigh highs, and heels. Her gaze firmly fixed on Jordan.
“I like.” Jordan ran his hand up and down the garter that held Tiara’s stockings in place. She shivered at the light touch of his hand. Her body reacted strongly when he lifted up her left leg, planting kisses along the inside. The sensation of his lips against her silk covered skin caused her body to shudder.
Tiara threw her head back, moaning as Jordan lifted her leg higher in the air forcing her from her elbows to lay flat on the bed. “Keep this here,” he ordered her. Leaving her leg pointing straight up at the ceiling as his fingers continuing to blaze a trail down her inner thigh heading towards her pussy.
She squirmed on the bed when she felt the brush of his fingers along her inner thigh, across her pussy, lightly grazing the curls covering her pleasure spot. “Hmmm, what do you have hiding here,” He teased her. His fingers gently tangling in her curls, grazing her with a hint of touch. Her body soaked in anticipation of more.
Shudders wracked her body when he finally dipped his large, skin roughened finger into her hot, wet heat. “Oh my fucking God,” she moaned at the feel of him touching her.
“Oh, you’re a dirty girl.” He gave her a wicked grin; a dangerous gleam entered his eyes. “Let’s see how dirty I can make you. Speak to me my naughty Pet!”
Tiara writhed on the bed as he stroked her pussy lips with his fingers. Dipping those teasing digits between her lips to swirl around her clit. Her pussy became his hot, slick, wet playground.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted as he stroked her hard, firmer. Her passion climbing with each of his touch. She wasn’t even aware of him changing position until he leaned over her and bit her nipple. With a shout, a bone-rattling orgasm seized control of Tiara. Her body spasmed as he continued to stroke her pussy. His tongue licking and teasing her nipple through her bra. The combination of cloth and bite turned her nipples into hard peaks of need.
“More,” she moaned as the feelings ratcheted up in her again. She needed his cock in her. Her body demanded it.
Jordan’s mouth moved up to plunder her lips.
Greedily.
Demanding.
Controlling.
“More what, Pet?” He purred against her lips in-between dominating kisses.
“More you,” she whimpered. “More everything.” Her body arched against his hand as he dipped his fingers into her opening. Stroking the inside of her pussy with firm, strong strokes. “I need you.”
“Where, Pet?” He licked his way from her mouth to her ear. Sharply nipping at her shell. “That’s it. Respond to my touch.” He whispered the demand into her ear. His breath a hot demand for her to let go. To give herself to him.
“I need your cock in my pussy. I need you to fuck me.” She gritted between her teeth.
“Anything you ask, my Pet.” His mouth plundered her as he removed his fingers from her pussy, guiding his cock to her entrance. He gave her lower lip a sharp nip as his cock slammed home deep inside her.
Tiara moaned. The bite of pain and fullness a new combination. He gave her only a few seconds to adjust to his girth before he set a brutal rhythm.
Tiara gripped his shoulders. Her lower body raising up to eagerly meet him with every stroke. Her nails dug deep into his shoulders as he fucked her harder than she had ever been fucked in her life. She loved it.
Jordan’s hand reached down to grab hold of her ass. He cupped her soft globes firmly in his hands lifting her up, adjusting her angle.
“Fuck me, Jordan” Tiara shouted as he lifted her body to meet his. “Fuck me harder.”
The new angle had him filling her. Every nerve-ending in her pussy tingled as he touched each and every one of them with his cock. It was no longer her pussy. It belonged to him.
“That’s it, Pet,” Jordan gritted between his teeth, “take my cock. Fuck me with that sweet pussy of yours.”
“Oh my god, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum all over your hard cock. Fuck me Jordan. That’s it. Fuck my pussy like you fucking own it.” Tiara demanded as she felt the orgasm rise in her.
“I do own it. This is my pussy now. You will admit it every time I fuck you.” Jordan owned her body with every hard stroke of his cock into her pussy. His words just put furt
her emphasis on the claim that his body was staking on hers.
Tiara’s mind was blown. She didn’t care what he was saying as long as he continued to fuck her pussy. To take her passion higher until she could reach the stars.
“Cum on my cock, Pet.”
“My fucking god,” Tiara shouted as her body exploded at his demand. Everything went dark before an explosion of colors shown behind her eyes. Her body tightened up before her nerves all ignited. Her pussy spasmed as it locked down on Jordan’s cock. Her orgasm rocketed through her body.
The sensation continued as Jordan, shouted in ecstasy. His cock shooting stream after stream of cum into her pussy prolonging her orgasm. Her pussy contracting and releasing on his cock. Milking him for everything that he had.
Jordan collapsed on top of her. His body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.
“Fucking fantastic, Pet.” He stroked her body in satisfaction.
4
Tiara lay contently in Jordan’s arms. The sated feeling that infused her body was a new experience. She had never been loved so well in all of her twenty-eight years on this planet. She didn’t know what she had been doing in the past, but it wasn’t anything near as fulfilling as the last few hours in Jordan’s bed.
She snuggled closer to Jordan as he reached down to pull the covers up over their cooling flesh. She gloried at the contrast between her brown skin with the gold undertones of his tanned skin. He must come from someplace that got plenty of sunshine to have a tan at this time of the year.
She laid in his arms, enjoying his stroking of her body, soothing the excited skin after hours of teasing and pleasuring. Her mind a euphoric cloud of bliss.
“My Pet,” Jordan’s whispered as he placed gentle kisses along her forehead. “Tell me about your life.”
Tiara shifted in his arms, giving him access to her neck. She didn’t know how much she enjoyed the touch of lips in that spot until now. Maybe it wasn’t just any lips, but his specifically.