“That’s all I know, but hey…he likes sushi…”
“So.”
“Well, you like sushi right?”
“Anything else?” I asked, not wanting to hear more but needing to give him and… this guy a chance. At least I told myself I did.
“He likes to attend art shows. In New York City. And you like to do your little painting thing. That’s cool. Right?”
My little painting thing!
“So, I just have to work out the details, and I’ll get back to you with the time and place.”
I let out a breath. “All right, Jason. What can it hurt?”
“Well don’t get too excited or anything. I went through a lot of trouble here, Liz.”
“I’m sorry, Jason. I’m sure he’s a perfectly nice guy. Thank you. Really.” I reached across the table and squeezed his hand. “I’m looking forward to the date,” and I was. Sort of. At least it would get my mind off Mr. Hottie.
Jason looked down his nose at me. Flexing his lips, he was silent for several minutes. “Anyway, I have to go check my stocks. I’ll see you later. Hey, why don’t you come with me? I wanted to show you the library anyway.”
“I’ve…I’ve already seen it.”
On Delilah’s suggestion I’d left my canvas on the easel in the coffee shop, tucked far back in the corner with a drape over it. There was no way I was showing it to Jason though. Nor anyone else for that matter. Not until it was finished.
My little painting thing. Was that really what it was? Was I fooling myself into thinking I had any kind of talent?
“You go ahead and check your stocks. You know those things bore me anyway,” I said.
He patted me on the head. “Right. You don’t understand business, do you? Okay, sis.” I loved my brother, but there were times—oh not very often—but occasionally—when he treated me like... A little girl with marbles for brains? I didn’t think he even knew he was doing it. Had I let him believe that all these years it was okay?
I turned around to find the big bad wolf seated on a bar stool, grinning like he’d just trapped me in a straw house. He held his glass up to me in salute. Holy shit, how did he get there, and had he heard our whole conversation? Oh god, he probably thought I was pathetic. Some little wall flower who couldn’t find a man! I felt my face heat up as I took in the carefree sandy brown waves falling across haphazardly over one eye, the sexy mirrored sunglasses, the warm smile that stretched those kissable lips.
Those lips. How could I resist them? My breath caught as I imagined them on my breasts, my belly, the inside of my thighs trailing up my…
My face heated, but I couldn’t look away. It was like there was some sort of magnetic field between us. I was drawn to him.
“Hey,” I mumbled biting my lip to keep from gushing. I was still wearing my bikini and adjusted the fishnet cover-up that had slipped off one shoulder.
“Hey, yourself pretty lady,” he said giving me the full treatment with those incredibly straight teeth. He took off the sunglasses and suddenly it hit me. The fucker is flirting with me, not fifteen minutes after falling all over that blonde by the pool.
“Something wrong?”
“Nope. I’ll take a lime and ginger, please,” I told the waiter.
“I was wondering if we could get to know each other a little better,” Jason said. The fingers of his left hand brush up against my knee. It was only for a nanosecond, but a jolt of lust shot straight to my core.
“Oh? Sure. I’d like that too.” Reign it in, girlfriend. And steer the conversation to neutral territory or you’re toast.
I cocked my head toward the pool area. There must have been fifty or sixty kids swimming, some doing back flips off the diving board, and one with an almost life-sized blow-up dolphin he kept trying to ride. There with only a handful of adults standing by the water’s edge, and a few more seated beneath umbrellas. Not nearly enough to say they were parents—judging by the child to adult ratio I did in my head. The kids were having a blast but the adults looked bored. “They’re having fun,” I said.
“I sure hope so.”
The water, which was packed—like the day before—with so many olive and dark skinned children made me curious. Not that I minded. I thought it was great someone had the heart to open the pool up to them. “Kids of the clients?” I asked, knowing full well that wasn’t the case.
“Nope. See the buses.”
“Oh yeah.”
The Delaney Club wasn’t a day camp last time I checked, and they were pretty strict about who they allowed in here. Still, the kids warmed my heart, and I forgot all about the wolf in sheep’s clothing seated beside me. “I’ve never seen so many kids before. Where are their parents?”
“These are kids from the shelter over in the city. Well, a few of them are from the shelter. The rest are from foster homes.”
“Oh.”
“That doesn’t bother you, does it?”
“Of course not. I think it’s wonderful. No one gives you a hard time about busing them in like this?”
“Not so far. Most of my clients are so removed from what’s going on in the real world. And those entrepreneur types? They spend all their time in the bars or at the library. They hardly ever use the pool anyway which is a shame. The pool was sorely underutilized.”
“Well, it’s a nice thing to do. The owner must be a very kind person.”
He smiled at that and his mouth parted as if he wanted to say something, but then he closed it again.
“Do you know him?”
“Who?”
“The owner.”
“Yeah. Yeah, you could say that.”
I really didn’t care. I just didn’t know what to say next. Before I knew what I was saying I blurted, “So. You wanted to get to know me?”
He grinned, and ran a finger down the side of my face and across my lips letting it rest on the bottom one for a few seconds before taking it away. My heart stopped beating, and my lips parted.
He was close. So close our knees almost touched. I could reach out and kiss him if I wanted to. And yes. I definitely wanted to.
I imagined leaning forward, grabbing the tie around his neck, wrapping it around my fist and pulling him into me. I imagined him tying me up with it. Naked. While his mouth explored every inch of my aching body.
I twisted my hair around my finger, licking my parched lips while I stared at his bottom one. I imagined his tongue touching mine, sharp teeth drawing a trickle of blood while his hands slipped between my legs.
“Yeah, let’s do that,” I breathed, leaning toward his ear. “In my room.”
Chapter TEN
Damon
My heartbeat skyrocketed into fucking orbit. I tried to swallow a much needed breath, while my cock swelled and pulsed.
She was wearing this strange shirt over her bikini. An item of clothing that didn’t cover up a thing. Zero. Zilch. Nadda. Not even the cleavage bursting from her bikini top was disguised. I wondered why women bothered with such things. Every time she straightened that little net thingy my cock nearly exploded with wanting her. I didn’t think I could take any more so when she suggested we go back to her room…Well, who was I to deny a beautiful woman?
She placed a finger to my lips, slid it down my sweaty neck, my beating chest, to the top of my waistband, and tugged.
Shit!
I wasn’t imagining a thing. She wanted me. There was no mistaking it now.
How much more could I take of this woman without burying myself inside that hot, slick pussy between her legs, nibble those pink perky tits while she writhed and moved all over my dick? And bury myself I would while we fucked, but not before I tasted her. I bet she was sweet. Like cotton candy on a sunny day. My cock ached and my balls were about to burst.
The heat radiating from her deep soft eyes mesmerized me. I couldn’t look away. We both needed the release. I knew I needed mine. From the moment I saw her that first day, all the blood in my head migrated south, pooling in my short
s and giving me more hardons than I’d ever had in my life. I needed some of the blood to return to my brain so I could think. That was good a reason as any to touch forbidden fruit, I told myself.
We moved at record speed. I let her lead me through the lobby, down the hall, and past the library entrance. I wasn’t sure how I felt about being seduced. I was more of a guy’s guy. I planned to change all that once we got inside her room. Still, I liked the feel of her hand in mine, the sureness of her grip, the closeness of her soft swaying body, the way she blushed when we stood in front of the elevator. “You sure about this?” I asked.
“Yes.” That one little word. It was that single soft stroke across my face that did me in, the nearness of her. So near I could smell the scent of her shampoo. Lavender with hints of vanilla, although nothing about Liz said vanilla. Anything but vanilla. I wanted to breath her in. Consume her and never let her out.
Elizabeth gasped when the elevator doors slid open and I yanked her in. Harder than I’d meant to. Her breasts nearly smashed against the hard wall of my chest.
Our eyes locked.
I slid a hand up inside her shirt, pushing the palm beneath her swim suit and cupping her breasts while I devoured her with my mouth. My other hand migrated south, finding the silky wetness between her legs. I slid a finger up and down coating it with juice. “You’re already wet,” I growled. “You want this as much as I do, don’t you?”
“Oh god, yes.” Her small palms slid up inside my shirt caressing my back. I felt them travel down. Inside the dip where my waistband was loose. Soft hands cupped my buttocks. “I love your tight ass,” she crooned. “I love your body, Damon.” She was breathing heavy and so was I. For the first time I wished the elevator would get stuck between floors.
I felt her fingers go lower, trying to reach my balls but her hands wouldn’t quite reach. I groaned and kissed her fiercely once again.
Turning our locked bodies around, I pushed her against the wall grinding into her hips with my erection. I leaned into her ear, tasting the saltiness of her skin. “I’m going to make you come, baby and then I want to taste my seed all over your pussy lips.”
That got me a startled look, but then she smiled broadly. Her smile lit up the tiny room with its beauty. Shining. Innocent. Like a virgin with the body of a whore. I thought I would come inside my pants. My fingers tangled in that fishnet thingy she called a shirt. I swung her around, propelling her to the opposite side of the elevator.
I paused the elevator between floors.
“What are you…?”
I drowned out her objections with my lips. My tongue. My whole body. I didn’t know if we had time to fuck before someone started pushing buttons or calling the Super, but I needed something. A little forbidden taste.
The elevator stopped.
Her hair fell forward, half obscuring those gorgeous eyes while I gripped her with my other arm, which saved her from pitching forward.
Then I lifted her shirt beneath her chin, took out her left breast from her bikini top.
I sucked the soft pink nipple into a sharp cherry point while I kneaded the other between my thumb and forefinger.
She came unglued in my arms. “Damon, we can’t…”
I pulled her hair out of the way and nibbled on her neck, tasting the tender skin there. Then I kissed her earlobe, the space beneath her chin, the tip of her nose. When I made it to her mouth, the feast started all over again and our lips started to dance.
Tongues tangled in an orgy of wet melting flesh.
After flicking my tongue along one ripened nipple, I took the other breast out and did the same. Now her top was up around her chin. Her breathing sped up when I popped one nipple in my mouth while tickling the other with my thumb. Then my hand moved down the length of her belly followed by my lips which nibbled an erotic path. She tasted salty but sweet like pretzels dipped in honey mustard.
I kissed the mound outside her barely-there bikini bottoms. Wriggled my fingers beneath the fabric finding the split between her legs.
“Your tits are gorgeous,” I said. “But this…” I slide two fingers up inside her. She moaned and push against them, coating the digits with her stickiness. “I never felt anything so wet. You’re wet for me, Liz. You’re so fucking wet.”
I was on my knees now. I nibbled the inside of her thighs while flicking my fingers along her clit.
“Oh god! Oh. Mmmm. Keep doing that and you’re going to make me come.”
“You like it, baby?”
She stared down at me between her legs, her eyes half-closed. Breathing erratic. “Please.”
“Please what, baby?” I grabbed her bikini bottoms with my teeth and then let go. Ordinarily, I would rip that sucker off, but we had to walk out of this elevator eventually. I slid my hands along her hips, spreading her further then flicked the inside if her thigh with my tongue. I sat back on my heels. “Tell me what you want, Liz.”
“Do it, Damon.”
“Do what and say please.”
“Please fuck me with your tongue.”
I smiled up at her. “What the lady wants the lady gets.”
I untied the strings on one side of her bikini and it puddled at my feet.
She pushed her hips forward, coaxing me where she wanted me. Her skin was moist, her breathing coming faster when I tickled the curly hairs there. “Here?”
“Yes. Oh yes.”
My cock pulsated and blazing heat set my balls set on fire.
Grabbing her hips with both hands, I buried my face inside those soft baby curls. I felt enveloped yet free. I wanted to unwrap that tasty coating. Taste her from head to toe.
I slipped one finger, two, and then three fingers inside her. Stroking. Her body clenched around my finger. Greedy for me.
“You’re fucking drenched, Liz.” With her thighs wrapped around my ears. I probed inside her velvety smooth pussy with my tongue. Tasting. Feasting. Lapping up every drop. Slurping every ounce that she was giving me. Her moans were loud. Mind blowing loud. Hips pumping against me face.
My cock lurched. Achy and painful. Refusing to be ignored.
“Oh god. Oh my fucking god, Damon.”
My heart swelled with her gratitude.
She lifted a leg onto my shoulder giving me full access. She had to hold onto the brass railing for leverage.
I growled, loving the view. She was beautiful. Perfect. Spread eagle for me. Exposed.
She let out a squeal and I knew she was getting close. The sound of her arousal spurred me on. Faster. Deeper.
I trailed my tongue all along her labia while holding her ass. Then I drilled a finger inside it. It was tight and puckered and I vowed I’d be inside that too if I had the opportunity.
Small hands wrapped around my head.
Spreading her wide with one hand, her slick juices glistened below the iridescent lights I shot my tongue forward tasting her sweet scent. I focused on the little bundle of nerves swirling my tongue over and over.
“Oh! Oh!. Yeah, right here. Right fucking there!”
I grabbed onto both hips and swerved my head around so I was at a completely different angle. Her core started to puff up, and then rise, and finally pulse all over my face. “Oh. Oh. Oh, Da....”
But I wasn’t finished. She was a goddamned feast for me, and I was licking up every drop, every shudder, every moan. Just hearing her call my name, feeling her legs quiver around my head, seeing how unbridled I’d made her, had me so fucking horny I considered jacking off during the process, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to come inside her. Even if that meant I had to wait. I knew being with me was a big deal for her. It was for me too. After my wife, I’d barely talked to a woman, just banged them and left. That was all I wanted. All both of us wanted, but now…
Liz screamed out. Really fucking screamed! I’d never heard anything sexier. I wondered if anyone could hear us, but didn’t care.
“Stop. Oh stop. I can’t take any more.” She managed to pull my head out of her pu
ssy, begging and panting with exhaustion.
I stood up, turned her around so she was facing the wall and said, “ Bend over, Liz. I’m going to fuck you now.” I took my cock out of my shorts.
As she bent over grasping onto the brass railing for support, her ass straight up and spread for me, my cock pulsed inside my hand dripping pre-cum all the way down my knuckles.
That ass. Shit, it was perfect. Flawless and round. The pink skin smooth as a baby’s blanket. With a pink rose on one cheek. Like a baby bloom. My cock nearly exploded with looking at it. “Bend down a little more, sweetheart. Show me what you got.”
Her head dropped below the bar, hair curtained around her face while her bottom tilted up. Then she reached back with one hand and grasped my hard cock. “Damn, Mr. Donovan. Feels like a hockey stick back there.” She spread her sweet petals, offering herself up to me.
I really wanted her ass but it wasn’t something one took without permission. Especially on the first date. This was a first date, wasn’t it? It was in my mind anyway. “I want to look at you first.” She made to straighten, to turn. “No. Don’t turn yourself around.” I was salivating over that ass. It looked so tight. I bet it would swallow me up. Hook, line and... God I fucking wanted her!
I groaned. Fuck, if I didn’t do something fast, I was going to come all over this floor. “You are beautiful, Liz.” Without a conscious thought, I started to jerk off, grasping myself quickly and rubbing the fucking shit out of my stone-hard cock. My tip grazed her ass and I groaned at the skin to skin contact. It didn’t take long. Too much time had passed and I was beyond capable of holding myself back. Before I knew what I was doing, I blew my load all over her gorgeous hot skin, grunting and groaning in the process like some kind of Neanderthal. “Ahhh!”
Shit! I looked at what I’d done. What was wrong with me? I had this glorious sexy woman. Naked in an elevator and what do I do? I fucking jack off on her.
“Mmmm. Hot,” she said in a sultry voice, her head still dropped toward the floor. She turned and reached down grabbing my half-erect cock and licked her lips. “Don’t wipe it off. I like your cum on me.” She looked at her palm, rubbed it across one breast. Then she licked her fingertips. “I find it incredibly sexy.”
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