by J. J. Sorel
“I’m not an easy person to be around,” he said.
“In what way?”
I felt as though we’d entered a place only lovers and people who’d known each other longer than one night visited.
“Penelope, I don’t sleep with women.”
I made a face at him. “Huh? But that kiss…” My eyes widened. “You’re gay?”
He smiled. “No. I’m not gay. I would have thought that was pretty obvious.”
I nodded slowly, recalling his big erection pressing against me.
“What I meant to say was that I fuck women, but I don’t sleep with them.”
“Okay. Um… right. I see.” I couldn’t think straight. “Is there a reason?”
“Isn’t there always a reason for our peculiarities?”
Our eyes locked. Taking a deep breath—this was the most intense encounter I’d ever experienced with a man—I ran my tongue over my lips, which he must have read as an invitation.
He took me into his arms again. His hot mouth ate at mine. Raw and hungry—that was how he came at me. Penetrating my mouth, his tongue ravished me. I imagined his cock doing that to me, and my vagina throbbed with painful arousal.
But would I come out in one piece?
“Penelope, if we keep doing this, I might get arrested for indecency because I want to touch you.”
I wanted his hands all over me, too, and his large cock rubbing against me had turned me into a steamy mess.
“I’ve never been with a man before, Blake.”
He studied me, and a gentle smile softened his regular-featured face, except for a slight bump on the bridge of his nose, which made him even more beautiful.
“We can take this slowly. I do understand.” His hand rested on the curve of my waist, tantalizingly close to my breast. “Let’s have a G&T somewhere quiet, shall we?”
I could barely walk, which had little to do with the two glasses of wine I’d already consumed. “So, does that mean I’m not going back to your house?”
He stopped walking and looked at me. “Would you like to come back to my house?”
“Yes,” I replied, falling into his gaze again.
Blake led me to the sleek black limousine, and opening the door for me, he helped me in. Chivalry had a sudden glamorous appeal, especially in the hands of a sexy man.
* * *
BLAKE FITTED HIS STUNNING environment perfectly. Now that he’d removed his blazer, I drank in his strong physique.
But why doesn’t he sleep with women?
I looked at him in the hope of understanding him. But instead, his mesmerizing eyes distracted me.
My heart pumped madly as he lowered himself close and took my hand. The electricity from his touch rushed through me. I brushed my mouth with my tongue and fell into his arms. His mouth touched mine, and as our hot moist mouths fused, a spark ignited and grew into a blaze.
His hand slid over my blouse. Aching for his fingers, my nipples tightened. I’d never felt this kind of burning desire before. My body was on fire.
As his fingers stroked my cleavage along the ridge of my bra, his moan vibrated down my throat. Our lips seemed unable to stay apart for long.
“I’m burning for you,” he rasped.
Unbuttoning my shirt, he almost ripped it open. All the while, his eyes held mine, turning me into a blubbering mess.
I wouldn’t have been able to move if I’d tried. I wanted him to ravage me and cause pain, pleasure, and everything in between—the whole spectrum of passion. I sensed there was more than just that one simple release that only my fingers had ever managed.
My shirt slunk off, revealing my new silky camisole. His eyes darkened with lust as he smothered my breasts with his hands. The straps dropped, and his fingers slid over my nipples, making them throb. He lifted my arms and removed my camisole and then unclasped my bra. My heavy breasts fell into his hands.
“My God, you’re beautiful.” He sounded tormented.
Sucking my nipple, he let out a staggered breath. The sensation of his teeth teasing my flesh sent a lightning bolt between my legs. He lifted my skirt, and I parted my legs to release the ache.
The heat of his body burned through me. It was passion like I could never have imagined. Sliding over my thighs, his fingers stroked my throbbing sex through my lace panties, which were virtually stuck to me.
His breath hitched. “I want to devour you.”
He hooked a finger under my panties. A pulsating ache, too much to bear took possession. His finger rotated over my clit gently.
“You’re so wet.” His voice was soft and caressing, like his finger.
After he helped me wiggle out of my panties, he buried his head between my legs.
When the tip of his tongue landed on my clit, I flinched from sensitivity. As he licked, I clenched and released at the same time, succumbing to waves of spasms. His subtle groans were muffled by my pussy. He seemed to be as hot and bothered as I was.
His hands gripped my ass as I trembled through an orgasm. He drank everything that poured out of me.
The orgasm grew and grew. An agonized moan left my lips. He continued to devour me, tormenting and teasing me as I clawed into his shoulders. It was a time-stretching climb to the fall. When his tongue fucked me, entering a place that only my fingers had ever explored, I shuddered and gasped, drowning in a cascade of stars.
He wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “You’re extremely tight.”
“Is that a problem?” I murmured, relaxing my toes.
He caressed my breasts again and kissed me. I could taste myself, which instead of repelling me made my senses ping with a force so primal I gyrated my pelvis as though to tease him in—encouragement that he didn’t need, going by his jagged breathing.
I wanted to see him naked and feel his hard cock and for him to take me over that forbidden edge.
For all I knew, Blake was a charmer who fucked unsuspecting young girls. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. A sexy fucking wolf, at that.
He sat back and watched me. His gaze inflamed me as a cocktail of saliva and cum slithered down my thigh.
“I want to be inside you. To feel you,” he said, his voice tense as though hijacked by urgency.
“I’m on the pill.” I smiled meekly. “It’s made me put on weight, I’m afraid.”
“You’re perfect. Your curves are fucking sexy.” I liked hearing that, although I knew it already by the lust in his hooded eyes.
“I’ve had a blood test,” he said.
He took me into his arms again, and I melted. How could I not? The heat radiating off him drew me in with talismanic force. It was as though my body had become one mass of trembling, sticky flesh.
“I’d like to…” I murmured softly. “It’s just that…”
He gave me a moment, but I remained tongue-tied.
“You were saying?”
“I guess I can’t stop thinking about what you said earlier—that you don’t sleep with women, that you only fuck them…” I took a breath. “Am I to be a one-night stand?” I untangled myself from his arms, so that I could think straight.
“I probably couldn’t stop at one time with you.” He paused. “I can’t promise that it will develop into anything. I will, however, give you everything your heart desires in the time that we share. All I ask is that you don’t talk to anyone about this or expect me to be a normal boyfriend. I don’t do normal. And…”
“And what?”
“You don’t fuck other men.”
A shocked laugh tickled my throat. “I’m hardly going to start whoring myself just because I’ve given myself so easily to you.”
He remained silent.
Does he agree that I’ll be giving myself easily?
I wondered if I would be consumed by need and emotion.
I buttoned up my shirt without my bra, I picked up my smalls, and placed them in my bag.
“Are you leaving?” His brow lowered.
When I stood, my legs wobble
d as I wriggled back into my skirt.
He took my hand. “I’d do anything for you to stay, Penelope.”
“I don’t want you to buy me.”
Blake took me by the hand and remained quiet. “I don’t know what else to say. Your taste has already become an addiction.”
“It’s just sex, then?”
He nodded. “It is. But you’re smart. I need brains to get hard.” His mouth tipped up at one end. “Sorry if that’s coarse.”
The mention of his hard cock made my pussy pulsate again. I almost heard it groan, “Let him fuck you.”
We remained locked in each other’s gaze, his hand in mine, and then I fell into his big arms again.
13
* * *
BLAKE
SEEING HER ON THE BED, those big beautiful eyes following me as I removed my clothes, affected me more than I could have imagined. My heart hadn’t stopped pounding since my hands had smoothed over her curves. I’d fucked a lot of women in my life, but this was something else. Her flavor was indescribable and addictive.
I removed my briefs, and her eyes widened.
I lowered myself onto the bed—a place that no woman had ever been in. Not even close. I’d always opted for hotel rooms.
My fingers were addicted to her silky skin, and those sexy contours. “You’re so soft.”
A sigh exited her parted lips, capturing the very essence of sensuality. I palmed her nipples, and my lips lowered for another taste. Her full breasts brushed against my cheek. I imagined rubbing my dick against them.
I touched her clit, which was inflamed. Her pelvis rose toward me. Like every inch of my flesh, my cock ached, springing up like steel against my navel.
I entered her with my finger. “How is that?” I asked barely able to think, let alone speak.
“It’s nice.” Her breathy tone rippled through me.
She had the flexibility of a dancer, and her juicy pink opening made my blood run hot. The need to fuck her hard and deep made my head spin. I was drunk on lust.
My focus shifted from her heavy-lidded expression to her dripping pink cunt. I lowered myself, shifting my weight onto my arms.
Her hands ran up and down my bicep. “You’re very strong. You’ve got bigger muscles than I imagined.” Her sweet voice made my spirit sing.
“I work out a little. Can’t say I’m a fan.” I enjoyed how her hands felt on my body—a powerful motivation to return to weights just to please beautiful Penelope.
Soft as silk, her inner thigh puckered from my touch. The head of my dick entered, and she trembled. “Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to enter you?” I was going to say “fuck you,” but it seemed profane. How unlike me to think that. Another first.
She took my cock into her little hand and stroked it.
“Direct it in,” I stammered.
“You’re really big.”
“That’s something I can’t do anything about that.” I hissed behind my teeth as she pulled at it as though going on a journey of discovery. “If you keep doing that, I’ll come.”
She smiled up at me, and that was just as arousing, with those pink cheeks and ruby lips.
I knew then and there I wouldn’t come out of this in one piece.
Seeing my cock in her delicate hand nearly tipped me over the edge. She placed it at the entrance of her wet cunt and pushed her pelvis forward. I had to remind myself to breathe. Her hot, sticky muscles squeezed so tightly I groaned.
“It’s not going to fit,” she said.
“We’ll take it slowly,” I whispered.
“You sound like you’re in pain.”
“I’m painfully aroused,” I replied.
As I pushed in a little deeper, her wince made me stop. “Are you okay? Do you wish me to stop?”
God, I hope not.
“I’m good. I’d like to you continue.”
I started to think of anything but her beautiful soft, chocolate eyes or those big firm natural tits. I entered gradually. There was a fight ahead. Guarding innocence, her hymen pushed against the head of my dick. Trying to repel me.
Fat fucking chance of that happening.
I had to push a little harder.
When she shuddered and exhaled a moan, I stopped.
“It hurts a little.”
“Do you want me to continue?” I asked.
She nodded.
I entered a little deeper, and her legs opened wider to accommodate me. I finally made it through and withdrew. She seemed a little more relaxed, so that each time I penetrated, our rhythm increased.
I took to her mouth with the same hunger as my cock took to her cunt, and the deeper I fucked her the stronger she moaned.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Uh-huh.” She clasped my ass and pushed me in deeper. A rush of blood engulfed me, followed by a climax like I’d never experienced. My lack of staying power was a first, too, as I normally fucked long and hard.
Panting, I dropped to her side and held her close. When my breath returned, I said, “I came too quickly. I’ve never experienced that before.”
She studied me as if I’d revealed a big secret.
I stroked her cheek. “Are you okay?”
“It hurt initially, but it felt nice too.”
“Thank you.” I smiled. She went to move but I kept her still. I needed to feel her body against mine, and something as basic as her heartbeat in rhythm with mine felt good.
“Should I go?”
I stroked her hair. “No, please stay.”
“But…” I placed my finger on her lips.
Another first.
The ghosts would have to stay away. I knew they were close and that I would have to protect her from them, but for now, my body ached for hers. And I’d only just whet my appetite.
14
* * *
PENELOPE
I WOKE AGAINST HIS warm body and felt his hard dick twitching against my ass. His soft breath caressed my ear while his lips rested on my neck.
“Good morning,” he said.
The room was dark, with only a streak of light sneaking through the velvet drapes. Since it was Sunday, I didn’t have to hurry, which was nice because I was ready for more lovemaking. Although a little sore, my pussy swelled as Blake rubbed himself against me.
I turned around, and our mouths met. As I drifted off into pure lust, savoring his warm, pillowy lips, I wondered why Blake had broken his golden rule and slept with me.
I fell into his strong arms, and we devoured each other’s lips. His hands smothered my breasts, my nipples erect and crying for his mouth as he licked and provoked them with his teeth. I parted my legs as my clit pulsated, thirsting for his touch.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
Although I’d lost count of how many times he’d said that, my spirit soared.
He placed his head between my legs. Imagining that I might be a little on the nose, I tensed. Blake held me close. If anything, his cock hardened. When his tongue touched my sensitive clit, I exhaled a deep breath and surrendered.
He licked me so exquisitely it almost hurt. Determined to make me see stars, his tonguing was relentless until my legs tensed, and a powerful release flooded me.
I laid my head against his hard chest as I regained my senses.
I touched his velvety hard penis, acquainting myself with it. Just feeling it made me throb with need.
Blake gently touched my hand. “I’m really sensitive at the moment.” His deep drawl traveled straight to my core. “I need to be inside you.”
Aching for him, I parted my thighs.
As he entered, the stretch burned, sending shuddering heat through me—nothing but delicious pain. I arched my back and pushed him in as far as possible. The friction from his ravaging cock made my toes curl. Drowned in a golden flood of pure bliss, I gripped his ass.
His lips ate mine, our tongues tangled, and his hands fondled my breasts
while he ravished me. The friction was too much to bear, threatening to overwhelm me.
“I need you to come,” he rasped.
Rocking my pelvis, I released my clenching muscles, and a rainbow of color rained down on me.
His head fell back, and he groaned. Trembling in my arms, he seemed in agony. Such was the intensity of his release that I felt the veins of his cock pulsate, as he shot deep inside of me.
After it was all over, we held each other, and our panting slowly eased.
“Oh my God,” was all I could say.
Blake remained speechless. Enough had been said. His lips couldn’t stop devouring me. His fingers couldn’t stay away. He smelled of me, and I was certain I smelled of him.
We had a shower together, and we became steamier than the hot water gushing over us. Blake stood behind me and pressed himself against me. His dick, which was rarely limp, sprang against my ass, and as he slid it between my thighs, I encouraged him from behind. His strong body holding me, grasping my tits, and the dirty little whispers coming from that normally cultivated tongue set off an even wilder orgasm.
After I dressed, I sat in his lounge room. Drunk on Blake, I hadn’t noticed anything but his eyes and body the night before.
“It looks like an antique shop. There’s so much to see,” I said, lounging back on the leather sofa.
“You don’t feel comfortable?” he asked, pacing about looking for something.
He seemed a little agitated suddenly. His sudden mood shift jolted me back to earth.
“On the contrary. It’s really gorgeous in here. Did you decorate it yourself?” I touched a figurine of a dancer.
“When I see something I like, I buy it. With time, the collection grows.”
“That sounds organic. I prefer it that way. It gives one an insight into a person, visiting their home.”
He remained quiet and sipped his coffee.
I studied the red walls crowded with art, all quality pieces that had I not been hazy with emotion, I would have studied them closer.
Despite his quiet manner, I persisted with the light talk. “You’ve got amazing taste in art. Do you have an advisor?” I’d just let this man fuck me mindlessly, and I had a right to know something about him.
