Lucky Seven

by Elle M Thomas

  “Neither do I, but I need to.”

  “Not yet,” he insisted. “I will do it.”

  She smiled, lying back on his bed, determined to force him to give her what she needed. She had no issue with playing games so long as everyone knew the rules and currently she didn’t. Maybe she could play him at his own game, or at least add a few of her own rules to even things up, just a little. Tasha pulled her dress up more until it sat around her waist then drew her feet back, allowing her knees to drop to the side leaving her totally exposed and open for his scrutiny and inspection. Her hand dropped back down between her splayed thighs where she prepared to give him the final push.

  In a blur almost, he was there, on her, holding her hands and arms above her head, “No. Did you not hear what I said? I will make you come,” he stated, clearly and firmly.

  “You might want to move a little closer then,” she pouted, causing an arched brow from Jim who held his position over her, keeping her in place.

  “You’re like a new driver behind the wheel of a high end sports car. All that power and absolutely no idea what to do with it or how to control it, or maybe you’re just a wild animal in need of taming.”

  She moved her foot so it rubbed against his hard groin. He moved her foot, but smiled at her with amusement and warmth that prompted a truthful revelation from her.

  “I can’t believe I’m here like this. I don’t do this and I certainly don’t beg. I haven’t done this for a while,” she confessed feeling strangely emotional.

  His expression softened at her final admission and then he smiled his understanding of how she felt and what she wanted, needed, yet somehow he managed to look triumphant.

  “I can’t even begin to explain how I feel right now beyond frustrated and that’s your doing,” she told him with yet more honesty.

  He looked at her cautiously. “I’m a little surprised by the day’s events myself, honey. Keep your hands there, no touching.”

  He turned away and appeared to be thinking or gathering his thoughts, deciding how to proceed.

  “James,” she called, gaining his attention immediately, although she was unsure whether her James rather than a Jim had gained his favourable attention. “I can do games, fun games. Bossy, I’m in charge games are fine, but not mind games.”

  “Mind games are not my style,” he replied defensively. “Not like I think you mean, baby.”

  Tasha nodded, desperate to believe he was as genuine as his words sounded.

  “Look, if you have doubts…if you want to change your mind, I’m not an asshole. You say now and you can leave. No questions asked, no repercussions, personally or professionally.”

  Tasha began to panic. Not that she’d changed her mind or no longer wanted this, but that he’d decided this was a mistake. That she was a mistake. “Have you? Do you? Don’t you?” she stammered.

  “Hey, no. I want this. I want you.” He smiled. “But I want you to be sure, so?”

  “I’m sure. Never been surer of anything.”

  “Good.” He smiled as he picked up the phone. “This is Mr Maybury, can you cancel my alarm call for the morning and ensure I’m not disturbed, no calls, nothing.” He hung up and turned to face her. “Stand up.”

  She stood, a little wary still, unsure if her words about games had really registered despite his words that mind games were not his thing.

  “Take your dress off, but not the shoes,” Jim demanded, already taking up the position on the bed she had just vacated. Seeing her turn to face him, he removed his boxers.

  With hitched breathing and nerves kicking in Tasha undid the zip on her dress, slipped her arms out then closed her eyes before she allowed the dress to simply fall to the floor.

  “Oh my, you look good.” He watched as she opened her eyes.

  Reaching behind her to undo her bra but never taking her eyes of his Tasha was surprised when he put his hand up to stop her. “No, not yet, lie down next to me, honey. Let me touch you.”

  Tasha crawled onto the bed and lay next to him on her back wearing only her bra and shoes. He traced his finger from her mouth down her neck and paused at her breasts causing her to gasp as he kneaded and teased her tight peaks firmly. He pulled at the lace fabric, a little too roughly. The sound of the fabric tearing coincided with her loud moan.

  “I think I owe you a set now.” He laughed, lifting her back off the bed to free her from the torn bra. His gaze roamed every inch of her completely naked form, from her eyes to her shoes and back up again before settling on her face. “You are very, very beautiful, Tasha,” he moaned against her ear. “I won’t play games, baby. I won’t play you, but the bossy and in charge thing, that’s all me.”

  “Okay,” Tasha replied, reassured by his intention not to play mind games and excited that the bossy thing was actually him.

  “Now, what did you want me to do to you, honey?” he asked, reverting back to bossy, I’m in charge Jim.

  She was feeling liberated and in control, of herself at least. “Make me come with your tongue, please.”

  He smiled. “I do like good manners. Your mouth isn’t quite so smart now, honey. I like that, but I have something to shut it up if I need to.” He laughed as he placed her hand on his erection that lurched at the simple touch she gave it.

  She smiled up at him. Any doubts she might have had about the merits of embarking on this were now gone. “I will endeavour to remember that, but I can’t promise that you won’t have to bring out the big gun.”

  “I am banking on it.” He grinned. “Now, where was I?”

  Dropping to his knees he grabbed her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed before burying himself between her thighs, licking and lapping until Tasha was writhing beneath him on the edge of pleasure once more. Sensing how close she was Jim increased his efforts, easily sliding a finger inside her, then a second. Pumping in and out, rotating inside her as his tongue circled her clit with various amounts of pressure, until finally at the split second she was ready to fall off the edge of her desire into the long dark tunnel of release, he sucked hard, pulling her clitoris into his mouth where he continued to suck the engorged nub of pleasure until she was screaming, crying and fisting the sheets in a storm of sensations and feelings she’d never known so intensely before.

  Slowly and gently Jim coaxed her off the ceiling or wherever she’d ended up, then gazed up at her, his face glistening with her arousal. “Do you use birth control?”

  She wasn’t entirely sure when would be a good time to discuss this, but she didn’t know that this was it. Maybe that should have been an earlier conversation but as it hadn’t been, now was the only option.

  “No, not the pill. I prefer condoms.”

  “Really? I don’t like rubbers.”

  She giggled as she thought about the term rubber in the U.K.

  “What’s funny?”

  “We use rubbers to correct pencil mistakes in England,” said Tasha.

  “No, that’s an eraser and this will not be a mistake that needs erasing. What do you call rubbers then?” His declaration that having sex together wasn’t a mistake startled her more than him judging by the speed with which their conversation moved on.

  “Condoms mainly, although some of the boys at school called them Johnnies, but I prefer condoms.” She thought Johnny was more fitting for a juvenile boy.

  Jim wore a puzzled expression. “Okay, so condoms.”

  “Yes. I have no intention of getting pregnant and with HIV and diseases...”

  “You think I have HIV?” he asked wryly from his position between her thighs.

  “No, of course not, but you’ve had six wives and numerous lovers I would guess.”

  He nodded. “I don’t normally carry rubbers, condoms,” he corrected. “Unless I’m on a date.”

  “I do.” She lifted her handbag up and retrieved one.

  “Were you a girl scout, being prepared?” He was already taking the gold foil wrapper from her.

  “No
, but my mother instilled in me the importance of not getting pregnant,” she explained.

  “I hope you’ve brought enough for the night. Shame there will be no bare back though.” He grinned again.

  Tasha raised her eyebrows and wondered what it was with these horse analogies.

  Chapter 3

  Lying very still, hoping to feign sleep, Tasha looked across at the clock to see it was already five a.m. Jim had been as good as his word when he’d said he could go all night. She hadn’t been aware that room service supplied condoms. They did. They had.

  She was lying on her side with her back towards him, wrapped tightly in his embrace. With her eyes closed, she attempted to summon sleep but could only summon images and thoughts of their time together. A slow seductive smile spread across her face as she remembered the way he’d crawled up her body, his face still glistening with her own arousal and then he’d kissed her, long, hard and deep. Tasting her own scent from his lips was like some kind of aphrodisiac, although it had ended all too soon when Jim took the condom from her and quickly covered himself before settling between her thighs that were splayed wide.

  With just his tip gently rimming her, Tasha had panicked slightly. It had been a while since she’d been intimate with anyone and she already knew he was likely to cause some discomfort when he entered her. She edged back into his embrace a little more as she recalled how he’d gently stroked her face and head that he cupped and cradled, reassuring her before he spoke.

  “Ssh, I’ve got you, honey,” he soothed, lowering a hand between them, gently inserting a finger, then two rather than his penis, preparing her a little more as he reassured her again. “Baby, we’ll take this nice and slow. As slowly as you need, okay?”

  Tasha had nodded. “Thank you.”

  With a little more probing, Jim removed his fingers and slid the very tip of his erection inside her, maybe managing to edge in a little farther than previously. That was how he’d continued; kissing her, talking and reassuring her as he gently inched into her body until he was fully embedded and then he’d paused, allowing her time to acclimatise to the invasion.

  The sweet sting and burn she felt as her body stretched to accommodate him had been the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure, anticipation and threats of what would come next. It was only when she’d given him the green light to move that he’d done so, gently. With a little more speed and force it was actually Tasha begging for more. For everything he had to give her, quite possibly more than she’d imagined, especially when she’d fallen headlong into an intense orgasm that had her crying, shouting, clawing at his back and wrapping her legs around him. With hindsight, her desperate attempt to hold and pull him closer had never been possible.

  As her release began to ebb away she felt over-sensitised and in some ways wanted him to stop so she could gain some normal sensation back, but Jim had other ideas. He’d continued to stoke the remaining embers within her, coaxing her to the precipice of another release.

  She recalled suggesting he should stop in a garbled cry as she passed the point of no return and came so hard it had verged on the painful. Her whole body contracted in such a way that it made her orgasm go on and on in a flurry of lights, cries and tears that he brushed away as he froze completely, emptying his own release into the condom she’d insisted on.

  Tasha heard a sigh that brought her back to the here and now then felt him stirring behind her. His hardness against her hip once more.

  “Again?” She thought sleep really might be necessary.

  “I told you, all night. He allowed his lips to tease and caress the skin on her shoulder.

  “Fuck!” The expletive rolled off her tongue at the idea of more sex and the tingling his kisses caused all over, inside and out.

  “Oh dear, that mouth’s back and you know what that means, baby.” He laughed.

  Rolling over to face him, Tasha leaned in and kissed him passionately. She was the aggressor now; she invaded his mouth with her tongue, all thoughts of sleep forgotten.

  He quickly responded then pulled away. “I like you in my mouth, Tasha, but that doesn’t fill it, does it?”

  She shrugged her agreement before sitting up to trace her lips slowly down his body from his stubbly jawline to his chest, pausing to bathe his nipples in the warmth of her mouth then lower. She licked a path down the centre of his body, briefly pausing to dip into his navel before she continued her journey along the darkening and coarser hair that was his happy trail. She faced his erection that seemed to have super powers of its own to still be going strong after the night it had had. She stifled a giggle as she realised she was actually making his penis a separate entity. While she was becoming lost in her thoughts and the sight of his swollen and leaking erection that was several shades of purple, he was lacing his hands through her hair, encouraging her as he anticipated the welcoming feel of her wet and warm mouth encasing him.

  Slowly, Tasha licked and lapped before giving in to Jim’s groans and tightening grip on her hair. Covering the engorged head she sucked gently, lowering herself until she could feel him in the back of her throat.

  “Shit, baby,” he groaned as Tasha withdrew to give her gag reflex some time to acclimatise and then began to move up and down in earnest, sucking, lapping and sweeping her tongue until she could feel he was close.

  With the addition of her hand around the base, tightly squeezing, hoping to give him the maximum time possible, Tasha continued and soon the tell-tale twitching and ragged breathing told her that very soon he wouldn’t be able to stop. With only her mouth working now she was in no way surprised when Jim took some control, guiding himself in and out of her mouth as he grasped her head and hair in his hands until with a loud groan and a cry of her name he was coming undone in an almost painful release of his own.

  Once she was sure he was spent, she freed herself from him and swallowed his pleasure before crawling back up his body until she found herself nestled tightly against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat going at it like a jackhammer at the same time that his chest bounced beneath her with laboured and loud breaths.

  “You, Natasha, just keep getting better and better, honey,” he finally said, causing the biggest and broadest grin to spread across her face because she found the idea that he was finding what they were sharing as intense and earth shattering as her was somehow reassuring. It was a definite ego boost when she considered he had a lot more experience of sex than her.

  It was eight o’clock before he allowed her to actually sleep and she was grateful for the couple of hours she managed to sleep. When she did wake, she was sore and aching so decided to run a bath. Leaving Jim to sleep, she shut herself away in the bathroom and allowed her mind to think about what she’d done and although she had serious reservations about shagging the head of the studio, she couldn’t bring herself to regret it. She smiled as she realised that from the moment she’d met him, James had filled her mind with laughter, happy thoughts and arousal. Her mind, one that usually whirred with dark thoughts and memories, had been a lighter and more grounded place. With that realisation, Tasha decided to enjoy the benefits of that for however long it lasted, hours or days, but she knew it was no more than a quick fling. It couldn’t be any more than that.

  Slowly, lowering herself into the huge bath, Tasha felt a mixture of pleasure and pain as the warm, lavender infused water lapped around her. She had never been quite so sore after one night with a man, but what a man. What a night. Recalling his size, she winced. He really was big, but not stupidly, porn star big, but thick. Was that what was referred to as girth she wondered, and giggled at the word for no reason beyond the fact that it amused her, the word and her musing. She thought back to the first time he had entered her fully and how she’d called out his name, but that just seemed to make him more determined to fully occupy her in the best way possible. Her thoughts drifted to Gerry, for the first time really since she’d entered the bedroom with Jim. He was like nobody she’d ever met but she still fe
lt confused when she thought about Gerry. She closed her eyes tightly and must have drifted off to sleep again because she was woken with a start as Jim joined her in the tub, the water splashing around them.

  “You look good wet.” He gave her a cheeky wink that made her grin. “Your lingerie is on its way,” he said flatly as he positioned himself behind her.

  “What?”

  “I’ve phoned the store and they’ve had a personal shopper select some and are couriering it over.”

  She laughed at the idea of it being couriered. This man was mad. She hadn’t necessarily expected him to replace her underwear.

  “Don’t bother putting it on though, honey. We aren’t going anywhere and you won’t be needing it for what I have planned.” His salacious promise was accompanied by a nip to her shoulder and neck.

  “You are truly insatiable, James.”

  “Are you coming onto me?”

  She looked at him quizzically.

  “James?”

  “Oh, sorry.”

  “No. Call me James, when we’re like this. I like it. I like the way you say it, all classy and English.” His voice was gruff as he continued his mission to arouse her again with his kissing and nipping of her neck, shoulders and ears.

  “So? Were you coming onto me with your James?”

  “James, Jim, I don’t think I can yet.” She flushed as she sat up and turned to face him.

  He laughed. “I like that you’re sore. You’ll remember me.”

  She laughed too. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget you, if it’s any consolation.”

  “Do you fancy being lucky number seven? I could keep you sore then.”

  Tasha’s laughter rang around them. She was amused by his throw away comment, not that she thought it was that funny. Despite her near hysterical state at the idea that one, he’d said it and two, that she didn’t say no before she laughed, but it was definitely a no for her. “I told you, I’ll do it once and get it right.”

  “Move over here.” He eyed her carefully as he spread his legs so as to invite and accommodate her against him.