Touch of Fire

by J. E. Taylor

  “Sorry.” I ran my index finger over the opening on the bottle, covering it with the warm dark liquid. “Open.” I stuck my coated finger in his mouth.

  He sucked the sweet liquid off and smiled. “Chocolate.”

  “Yep.” I licked the drop off his chest. “Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup, warmed in the microwave.” I drizzled a thin line of chocolate from his chest to his belly button and set the bottle aside. “I love chocolate.” The mixture of sweet chocolate with the salty tang of his flesh flowed over my taste buds and created a heat between my legs that was hard to contain. I wanted to taste him, I wanted to feel him—hell I wanted him every way possible. Pressing my chocolate smeared lips to his, I allowed him a taste. “Almost as much as you.”

  “Mmm.” He licked his lips.

  I drizzled more chocolate on his chest.

  He groaned when I sucked the sweet liquid off his skin.

  I toyed with him, flicked my tongue over his nipples, licked the chocolate off, played with the hard flesh between my teeth.

  “Ow.” He pulled away, sucking the air through his teeth. I must have bit harder than I meant to.

  “Sorry, but I lied about biting.” I kissed the spot I just bit before returning to his lips. Again, the same slow, soft kiss, but this time I allowed it to build, increase with passion, until a rumble of satisfaction rolled up his throat. It was enough to make me wet. I pulled away and traced the smooth angle of his neck to his collarbone with my lips. The satin fabric of my slip grazed his skin as I worked my way down. My hair fanned out—trailing, tickling—and my kisses covered every glorious inch of him.

  “Ah, God.” His voice raspy, his breath shallow and fast, he inhaled sharply with every change in nuance, motion, and sensation I created. He had the bar the cuffs were clasped to gripped tightly in his hands; the muscles of his arms rippled and danced under the skin in anticipation.

  I was driving him crazy and I paused to smile. I grazed him with my eyes as I reached for the syrup. Ah, the belly button—an inny, so much more fun to drizzle with chocolate. I poured, letting it overflow so thin streams ran from the bounty. I licked each wayward path back to the source, sucked the last traces from his belly button, and slowly rolled my tongue to get it all.

  He tilted his head back and whispered, “Kara.”

  I moved lower, took his hard member in my mouth, and licked the tip. Warm chocolate rained over his hard cock, streams running down his ample length. I licked slowly. “Yummy.” I heard the deeper tone of my voice, this slow seduction driving me as mad as it was driving him.

  I moved lower and his smile of ecstasy faded. I grazed his hips with my lips and then ran my bare teeth in minuscule bites up the inside of his thigh. I could see him straining against the handcuffs.

  “Relax.”

  He let out a small laugh at my request. “Yeah, right.”

  I offered him a laugh of my own.

  “Suck me.”

  I kissed his thigh. “Beg.” My hair fanned out over his hard shaft as I moved my way down the inside of his leg with my mouth. I wanted to taste every damn inch. When I reached one ankle, I started my way up the other leg. I didn’t really listen to his plea between the grumble in his chest.

  “Please, I want your mouth. I want to cum in your mouth.” His voice was no more than a hoarse whisper, blocked by the well of passion building.

  “Not yet.” I licked the tip of his hard cock and then moved up his body again.

  He tilted his head back. “Please. You’re driving me insane.”

  I kissed him, put my full weight on his body and ran my hands up his arms, feeling them quiver under my touch. “Tell me,” I said against his lips. He opened his mouth, welcoming my tongue, slow at first and then increasing speed until I pulled away, out of breath. God, he certainly knew how to kiss. I pushed the blindfold up for a moment.

  His deep blue eyes looked back. “Tell you what?”

  “Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll give you what you want.”

  His smile faltered. “What do you want to hear?” He stalled.

  I put the blindfold back in place and grazed his lips with mine. I continued the mad exploration of his body with my mouth and chocolate, giving him physical previews of what he wanted, but not the full commitment.

  “Untie me,” he said as I worked my way back to his lips again. A light sheen of sweat covered him; salty and sweet mixed with the chocolate, whetting my appetite further. I knew he was getting impatient. I knew exactly what he wanted. Me, I just wanted three little words that I already knew were in his heart.

  “No,” I whispered. I licked small patches of skin on his chest and blew, watching as he alternated between goose bumps and flush as I worked my way down his chest.

  “God, you’re driving me crazy!”

  I chuckled. “I don’t ever want you to forget this.”

  His baritone laugh, rich and shaky, filled the room. “Like that’s ever going to happen.”

  I took him in my mouth, and his laugh hitched in his chest. Slowly I sucked, alternating my hand and mouth around his hard shaft. I paused only to add chocolate drops whenever he let out a groan of satisfaction. I built him up, slowly bringing him to the edge and stopping until the throbbing veins lining his cock faded a bit before I would resume my deliberately slow strokes.

  I stopped; I glanced at his rising and falling chest, his head tilted back into the pillow, and the blindfold covering his bright eyes—eyes I imagined just shy of insanity. “Do you love me?” I whispered and flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock playfully.

  I think he would have said anything at that moment; I certainly would have if the tables were turned. But when the word hissed from his chest, I knew it was genuine and not just an empty by product of sexual tension.

  “Yes,” he whispered.

  I went slowly, sliding his hard cock in and out of my mouth, remnants of chocolate tempering the slick saltiness.

  “Faster—oh Jesus, Kara, go faster.” His tone demanded and his hips gyrated, pushing his hard member farther into my mouth with each stroke. “Faster,” he whispered, his voice scratchy and low from the intensity of feelings flowing through his body. “Oh, God, yes,” he repeated as I moved faster to match his hip thrusts, sucking and stroking his throbbing cock with my mouth.

  His entire body contracted with the orgasm, every muscle tightening. “Fuck!” He arched his length into my mouth and cum hit the wall of my throat in a wave. I swallowed and continued to suck until the last drop was spent and he stopped shuddering.

  He lay on the bed, chest heaving, and I peeled off the blindfold. His sleepy, glossed eyes looked up at me.

  “Damn girl.”

  I smiled and reached for the handcuff keys, unlocking him from his bondage. The second the handcuffs were off, he sat up and stripped both the keys and the cuffs from my hands. He snapped the open cuff on my wrist and took a moment to kiss me, run his hands in my hair, and pull me close. When he pulled away, he lay down and pulled my cuffed wrist forward to secure me to the same post he had been hooked to for the past forty-five minutes.

  “What are you doing?” I was kneeling over him.

  “Anything I want.” He smiled and slid out from under my legs. He stripped my underwear off and tossed them somewhere in the direction of the door. He ran his hands over the emerald satin, chuckling in my ear as he found the hem and pushed it over my head, where it cascaded down over my bound wrists.

  His hands were as soft as the satin he just stripped from my skin. He reached around and rolled my hard nipples between his thumb and forefingers. “What do you want?” His right hand slipped between my thighs and found my already dripping pussy.

  “I want you to lick me.”

  He kissed his way down my back, slid under me again and licked the moisture from between my legs. One slow, long stroke with his tongue. “Like that?”

  “Yes.”

  He rolled his tongue around my clit, intermittently sucking between tongue flicks,
building the heat up to the point of flashover. He stopped just short of that moment. His sapphire eyes looked up at me, the smile in them evident in the tiny creases of each corner. “Beg.”

  The word was all I needed. “God, Jake, don’t stop. Oh God, don’t stop.”

  He smiled and continued to suck my sweet spot and slid his finger inside my wet pussy. I moved my hips with him; my pussy wrapped around the motion of his fingers. The sound building in my chest came in repeated pleas over and over until the rush flashed; my moan filled the room and I arched into him. His tongue slid in, tasted, and then continued its mad flicker on my clit.

  “Jake, please,” I whispered. The impossible heat suffocated me again and wetness rushed with the next orgasm. “Please fuck me.” The sweat glistened on my arms and chest, and the space behind my knees was almost as slick as my pussy.

  He was ready, hard and wanting, and when he knelt behind me, sliding into my wetness, I moaned his name, my next release quick. He rocked and slammed his full length in me. His lips found the nape of my neck; one arm wrapped around my waist and the other gently traced my breasts and rolled my nipples through his fingertips. My wrists strained against the metal, the pain dulled by the pleasure he created through the rest of my body. I panted and matched the force of his thrusts with my own. Orgasm after orgasm rippled through me.

  His teeth grazed my neck, his breath hot and panting just like mine. I winced as he bit down on my shoulder, harder than I had bitten him.

  “Sorry.” Jake’s chuckle echoed in my ear.

  I glanced back at him, meeting his playful gaze.

  He pulled out and flipped me over, my wrists above my head as he stretched me out on the bed. He climbed between my legs, and plunged deep, stopping when his full length was inside me.

  Teasing, he pulled away.

  I gasped at the sudden rush of air between our bodies. “Don’t stop.” My breath hitched in fast pulls, fueled by exertion. My skin pulsed with the need he created. “Please don’t stop.”

  He reached for the chocolate with a grin, outlining my nipples with the lukewarm liquid. He licked the sweet confection off and brought his sweet filled mouth to mine, kissing me slowly again. Like the first time. “Tell me.” He pulled away.

  I made a small noise of protest. “Tell you what?”

  “Do you love me?” he whispered in my ear.

  Of course I did, but all I wanted at that moment was for him to ride fast and hard. “Shut up and drive.”

  He pushed himself up on his hands and stopped moving.

  I smiled up at him and continued moving my hips in a small circle.

  He half smiled and tilted his head. “Do you?”

  I sighed. “Yes. Now will you stop driving me crazy?”

  He obliged.

  “Oh yes.” Magic, absolute magic and my body burned for him; we writhed, moved as one, crested as one, the “Oh God,” one voice as we came together.

  Before he collapsed on me, he unlocked my wrist and I wrapped my arms around him, our chests heaving before the chuckle erupted against my neck.

  “What’s so funny?’

  He propped himself up on his elbows. “Shut up and drive?”

  My cheeks warmed, blush rushing into them, and I smiled. “Yeah, well, I don’t exactly think straight when you’re around and certainly not while you’re fucking the daylights out of me.”

  The rich laugh that I adored filled the room and he unlocked my other wrist and tossed both the keys and cuffs onto the nightstand.

  He traced my lips with his fingers and sighed, dimples still present but not fully pronounced. The smile faded.

  I saw a world of emotions in his eyes; wonder and guilt blended together into an especially vulnerable combination. I pulled him to my lips and kissed him: slow, maddening, seductive. He exhaled, pulled away and rolled off me to collect his clothes off the floor.

  “You might want to wash up a little.” I pointed him in the direction of the kid’s bathroom, while I went to do the same in mine. When I came out dressed in jeans and my bra, he was straightening up the bed as best he could.

  “Please don’t worry about that.” I grabbed the chocolate sauce from the bureau and headed downstairs, unsure of how to act now that we had completely crossed the line. The unknown, now familiar in a way that jumbled my stomach, made me more nervous than the day we first kissed.

  “You have a nice house,” he said following me into the kitchen.

  “Thank you.”

  He nodded slightly and kissed me, burying his hand in my thick brown hair. This kiss was full of promises, full of quelled passion and when the kiss broke, his eyes searched mine. “You really love me?”

  I sighed, caught between a rock and an impossible choice. If I say yes, he’ll run for the hills. If I say no, he’ll think I’m just a cheating slut. The shit thing was regardless of whether I loved him or not, I knew this would never be real, never be permanent and that left me hollow, as if someone reached into my chest, yanked out my heart and crushed it in one brutal blow.

  I pulled away without answering. I walked him to the front door, and leaned on the banister while he put his shoes on. “What made you come by today?”

  “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He shrugged and looked up at me when he finished tying his shoes.

  “Thank you. It was a wonderful surprise.” I allowed my lips to curve into a smile, the one I reserved just for him.

  “Anytime.” He stood and traced my jawbone with his fingers. He stepped in for another kiss, this one sweet and sensual; his hands slowly encircled me, and mine wrapped around his waist.

  Was it a good-bye kiss, or one that promised more afternoon romps?

  Neither one of us talked about what came next.

  Neither one of us knew.

  The End

  Mile High

  The pilot reads off the names for the first flight. Six people stand and follow him to the waiting helicopter. I look at you and raise my eyebrows.

  “Looks like it’s just the two of us.” I allow a brief smirk and feel the rush of heat coloring my cheeks when you smile.

  Your deep green eyes scan me before settling back on my face and you lean back in the chair. “How’d you pull that off?”

  “I was the one who scheduled the trip. Remember?”

  Before you can respond, the pilot for the second helicopter steps in the room. “Hello.” He looks at the piece of paper he holds and reads off our names. “It ought to be just a few more minutes. I’ll come get you when we’re ready.” The pilot ducks back into the hangar.

  “Sneaky girl,” you say and walk to the window to watch the first helicopter with the rest of our team members take off. You glance over your shoulder at me and chuckle before returning your attention to the second helicopter taxiing onto the runway.

  I remain in the seat, my heart already hammering in my chest at the prospect of you and me alone in the corporate helicopter. I meet your gaze in the reflection and see the same desire in your eyes that’s burning a path straight to my pussy. I shift under the moist rush between my legs, wondering whether you will take advantage of the situation. Wondering whether you will break the rules and take a shot at the ultimate taboo.

  I scan you, from your broad, tense shoulders, down the curve of your back, over your well-defined ass and down your long legs, taking in your entire six-foot frame before meeting your thoughtful stare again. I inhale, and then blow the air out before I lick my lips, knowing the simple motion turns you on.

  You suppress your grin and shift your gaze back to the helicopter just as the hangar door opens and the pilot enters.

  You muster up a professional air and I know it’s taking a great deal of effort to cover up the heat between us because I am attempting to do the same, praying we don’t get caught before we’re airborne.

  “Ready?” the pilot asks and we nod. I stand, pick up my briefcase and follow him out to the idling chopper, aware that you are behind me. I can almost feel the
heat of your gaze traveling over my backside and the thought of you staring at my ass sends me into a tailspin. I can’t get to the helicopter fast enough. The wind produced by the rotors whips my hair around as we duck under them and climb into the enclosed passenger compartment.

  I slide to the center of one bench, putting my briefcase on the floor at the far side of the compartment. You sit opposite me, leaning your laptop bag against mine, the nylon bags shifting together like a seductive whisper. You wait until the pilot shuts the door before drinking me in with your eyes. Your lips curve into the smile I love as you reach for a piece of gum, unwrapping and popping it into your mouth.

  I tilt my head. “Unfortunately, I don’t think we’ll have the same luxury on the return trip.” I take a piece of the cinnamon gum you offer.

  Your gaze travels to the door and back, the smirk on your lips hiding something underneath. You don’t look the least bit surprised when the door opens and a third passenger joins us.

  He’s a blonde Adonis, a wayward surfer stuffed into a business suit with hungry blue eyes and perfect white teeth that flash at me. His slight nod in your direction is as telling as your grin and he takes the spot next to you on the bench.

  I wait until the door closes and shift. “Good morning, Joe. I didn’t know you were assigned to this project.”

  Joe shrugs and trades a glance with you. “It was a last-minute thing.”

  None of us move while the helicopter navigates to the launch pad. The safety instructions pipe into the enclosure, reminding us to buckle our seatbelts. The craft lifts and slowly turns before accelerating and climbing into the sky.

  Tensing on liftoff, you close your eyes and take a deep breath as the chopper clears the building. Your jaws work on the gum to keep the sudden pressure change from affecting your ears and you open your eyes, offering me a less than comfortable smile.

  “Flying still makes you nervous?”

  You nod, glancing out the window as the craft climbs.

  Only after reaching cruising altitude do you spit out the gum, dropping your wrapper into the garbage before leaning back in the seats. Our knees touch and I feel like I’ve been doused in gasoline and set on fire. Every inch of my skin burns for you and my pussy clenches in anticipation.