Forcing himself to go slow, he walked to the wrought-iron bench nearest Belle and sank onto the plush cushions. The bench sat in a shadowed corner behind one of the larger topiaries. Anyone passing through the garden would never see him.
“No, we installed that in the renovation.” Then, because he couldn’t stand to have her so far away, he asked, “Are you sure you’re not cold? It can get chilly out here in the winter.”
She wiggled a finger at him. “I have to be careful around you. You’re a charmer. And no, I’m not cold. I want to look around a little more.”
She turned her back on him and wandered down the path, stopping to admire a statue of two lovers entwined in a kiss.
“Mmm.” Belle’s voice sounded even more seductive in the near-dark. “I could stay out here all night, but then I wouldn’t get to sleep in that decadently huge bed in my room.” She flashed him a look that burned, then sent her gaze over the garden again. “You look comfortable.”
He quirked a brow at her. “Why don’t you come over here and I’ll show you just how comfortable I am.”
Her lovely face tilted to the side as if she were contemplating his request. Then she smiled and walked back to him. Easing onto the cushion beside him, she tried to recline, but her wings got in the way.
Presenting him with her back, she asked, “Would you mind?”
“Not at all.”
After a quick assessment of how they were attached, Jared freed her from the wings, dropping them to the ground at his side.
“You’re entirely too good at that.” She tried to turn, but he placed his hands on her shoulders, mesmerized by that expanse of creamy white skin.
“And your skin is so soft,” he whispered against her neck.
A chime sounded from inside the building and the faint roar of a crowd reached them.
He leaned closer, let his lips caress her ear as he said, “Happy New Year, Belle.”
She shivered against him, though he was pretty sure she wasn’t cold. Her skin felt warm beneath his hands and he leaned in until his nose almost touched the curve of her neck. Her hair fell away as she tilted her head to give him access.
Drawing in a deep breath, her fragrance made his heart pound. He loved the way women smelled. Some spicy and heady, others light and delicate. Each one different. Yet underneath it, similarities.
Belle sighed and that tiny sound broke the control he’d been exerting since he’d asked her out here.
Lowering his mouth to the tender spot where her shoulders and neck joined, he surprised her by nipping the skin there. She gasped, the sound stroking along his libido.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her against him. The next kiss he placed on her neck wasn’t as soft as the first, and he wasn’t surprised when she pulled away.
But then she turned in his arms and slid her arms around his neck. With a growl, his control snapped and he lifted her over his lap.
She straddled him, her knees on either side of his thighs, and dropped her mouth back on his, her hands on his shoulders.
This kiss held none of his usual finesse, but it served the purpose. Her mouth opened at his urging, letting his tongue slide into her warmth, teasing along her tongue.
She wasn’t at all hesitant about kissing him back, and her eagerness made his cock throb. As if she’d felt it, she lowered herself that last vital inch and settled her mound against his erection.
Heat flowed from that point, and she broke away, gasping. Her eyes opened and stared into his, bemused but hungry.
With a grin curling the corners of her mouth, she slid her hands from his shoulders to the short hair at his nape. Scraping her nails along his neck until his skin tingled and broke out in gooseflesh, she settled another millimeter closer on his lap.
He leaned in to kiss her again and ran his hands down her arms—noticing now that her skin felt cool. He leaned back, trying to break the kiss. But she wouldn’t let him. She followed, nipping at his lips, until he kissed her again.
“You’re cold,” he whispered in her ear as his hands rubbed up and down her arms. He bit the lobe then blew lightly over it, feeling her shiver.
“Really?” She shivered again, but he didn’t know if it was from the chill or a belated reaction. Her eyes remained closed, her breath coming in short gusts. “I feel like I’m on fire.”
So did he. Every nerve ending flared with pleasure, making him want to rush instead of savor. There was something about this woman, something that made him lose his edge.
Yes, he wanted her. Possibly more than he’d wanted a woman in a very long time.
And he was going to have her.
Releasing her, he sat forward to shrug off his tuxedo jacket and wrap it around her shoulders.
She smiled as he leaned back then settled her hands on the soft white cotton of his shirt. Without a word, she stroked downward along the fabric, making him want to shed his shirt so she could put her hands on his skin.
And speaking of skin…
He set his hands on her hips, giving them a squeeze before letting them glide up over the tight, silky material of the dress to the point at which her breasts began to overflow. Trailing his fingers over the pale mounds, he watched as she arched into his hands.
Whatever restraint he’d had left blew apart at that second, and he molded his hands to her breasts with one purpose. Since the dress was fashioned like a corset that lifted her breasts but didn’t cover them, a filmy green material had kept her decent all night. Now, he pulled that material away to reveal ruddy nipples, already hard.
He bent to take one in his mouth, sucking on the firm tip and rubbing his tongue on the pebbled flesh. She moaned and his cock hardened into a thick shaft, aching for her touch. But he knew if she did, this would be over too soon, and that was unacceptable.
She had to come first. At least once, if not twice. Those were his rules.
With one hand holding her breast to his lips, he let the other graze back down her side to her thighs, where he burrowed under her skirt.
He felt the heat of her pussy against his fingertips as they brushed against the slick material. She was already wet. He groaned against her breast, strung a series of hard kisses across her chest, and set on the other nipple.
The hand at her mound turned to cup her through her panties, and he felt the bare skin of her ass as she attempted to get closer.
A thong. So easy to get rid of.
The heat in his body turned into a raging fire that wiped out everything but the need to get inside this woman. To make her come, to have her enclose his cock in her wet heat until he exploded.
Since she seemed to be on the same page, he set aside the rational part of his brain that wanted him to slow down and gave in to the impulsive urge he usually kept on a short leash.
The hand on her ass stroked across her soft skin, making her moan again. Except this sounded more like a purr. With each stroke, he got closer to his goal until finally his fingers brushed against the wet fabric.
“Touch me, Jared,” Belle whispered in his ear as she bent to nip at his earlobe. “Don’t be a tease.”
“Oh, but I like to tease.” He spoke against the warm swell of her breast, the scent of her arousal overpowering the faint floral scent on her skin.
Easing one finger under the edge of her thong, he felt only slick skin. No hair.
She was bare. His heart pounded harder.
When he paused, she rolled her hips, only a fraction of an inch, but enough to let him know she wanted him to continue. He slid his hand completely under the material, one finger parting the slick folds of her sex, his thumb pressing lightly on her clit.
Lifting his head, he wanted to see her expression. The sheer pleasure on her face tightened every muscle in his body, and the need to make her come had him working his finger into her body in a slow, steady push. Her eyes drifted closed and her back bowed as he fucked her with first one, then two fingers. After a second, her head dropped onto his shoulder and her tongue licked t
he warm skin of his neck.
He shuddered at the sensation and increased the pace of his thrusts.
Her cream on his fingers made him want to lick them. Better yet, he wanted to lick her. But that was out of the question here. Later…
Her clit was a hard little nub that he flicked mercilessly, only easing up when he felt her near the edge of orgasm. Then he pulled back. He wanted to control her every response, to wring every last drop of pleasure from her before he took her over the edge. Then he wanted to work his cock inside her still-pulsing sex and fuck her until neither of them could see straight.
He had a momentary flicker of caution, a brief second where he realized this wasn’t like him, but Belle chased it out of his head by biting his neck. The sharp, brief pain made that inner caveman roar and he lost all reason.
He lived only to make her come.
The hand on her breast kneaded in time with the fingers he tunneled into her, squeezing the nipple as he rubbed her clit.
Her panting breaths hardened his cock until he swore the zipper on his pants protested.
“Come on, baby. Come for me.”
His whispered words did the trick. She cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, and he felt her juices release over his fingers.
As she collapsed against him, he tried to catch his breath, wanting to rip open his pants, pull his aching cock out, and settle her down over it. He’d palmed the condom he always had tucked in a pocket then forced himself to slow down.
He had to ask. He couldn’t just take. Another rule.
“Belle, may I?”
He felt her lips curve in a grin just before she lifted herself away from his chest.
Her gaze found his first then shifted to the foil packet in his hand. Her grin grew into a full-blown smile as she reached for the condom with no hesitation.
Then she lifted it to her bodice and set it between her breasts, just beneath that damn pin, letting it rest there while her hands drifted down to his zipper.
She took her own good time getting his pants open, caressing him through the material for what seemed like forever, until she finally released the button and slid the zipper down.
Released from some of its confines, his cock tented up through his tight black boxer shorts.
She looked down, then back up into his eyes. “Very nice.”
He grinned. “Thank you. I’ll make it feel even better, Belle. Pull my underwear down.”
He heard the demand in his voice and wondered how she’d take it. Would she balk now?
The women he typically had sex with knew what he wanted. What he liked. What they were getting into.
Belle was an unknown. What would she say if he told her everything he wanted? Would she give him what he wanted?
He never made false promises. He would make it good for her. He knew enough about sex and women to make this very good for her.
When she smiled and slipped her hands under the waistband of his underwear, he almost sighed in relief. Until she wrapped a hand around his cock and started a wicked pump. Then he could barely breathe.
Her smooth hand created just enough friction to set his nerve endings on fire. Letting his eyes close, he leaned his head back against the bench and absorbed the sensations.
The feel of her naked thighs under his hands, the slight flex of her muscles as she worked him. When she shifted, he felt her breath along his cheek as she bent to lick at his jaw, nipping at the skin, then moving to his mouth. She kissed him this time, and it was a reversal he enjoyed.
Typically he kissed a woman and she let him. This…almost blew his mind.
She wasn’t as demanding as he would have been. Her lips were softer, gentler, but still managed to make his heart pound. He didn’t realize his hips had started to thrust in time with her caress until the tip of his cock brushed against her still-covered mound.
He leaned back just enough to be able to speak. “How attached are you to these panties?”
“Not very.”
“Good.”
In a split second, he’d snapped both sides of her thong and drew the now-worthless scrap from between her legs, leaving her naked to his fingers.
While she continued to stroke him, he petted the small triangle of hair just above her clit.
She rewarded him by tightening her hand around his cock and shivering. “You’re not as civilized as you pretend to be, are you?”
If she only knew. “There’s a time and place for everything. It’s time for you to fuck me.”
She shuddered in his arms, the sound of her labored breathing telling him she was just as close as he was. His cock felt like iron and throbbed like a son of a bitch.
“Then I guess you’d better make use of that condom.”
He reached for the packet, making sure he tweaked her nipples before he drew it from between her breasts. She moaned again as the sound of foil tearing ripped through the silent garden.
He had a momentary hesitation for their location but, tucked in the topiary garden, they were pretty well concealed by the trees. And his coat hung down her back, covering his knees as well. No one would see anything that would embarrass Belle.
He barely had the condom rolled on before she positioned herself over the tip and started a slow, sensuous slide down his shaft.
The heat of her pussy seared him through the thin casing of the condom, her tight sheath pulsing around him, easing only enough to let him in. He wanted to thrust and he felt her take a deep breath, as if waiting for him to move. But he knew anticipation was a powerful aphrodisiac.
“Jared.” He heard the plea in her tone, felt the contained desire in her body, and his thighs tightened. But he forced his muscles to relax, his fingers to release their tight grip on her hips.
“Ride me, Belle. Slow and easy. Make me beg for it.”
Usually, it was his pleasure to make the woman beg. But Belle wasn’t anywhere near usual. She was unique, unknown but completely open, and so damn sensual.
She took him at his word and began to lift her body off his cock without fully seating him. She pulled up until only the tip was still lodged in her sex. Then she shifted again and he pulled free. Rubbing her lips over the head, she teased herself with him, moving to stroke her clit against him.
She started to pant after the first minute or so, matching him breath for breath, but she didn’t take him in again. Sweat began to seep down his back and bead on his forehead, his balls pulled up as tight as rocks.
He bent his head to pull a nipple into his mouth and suckled hard. Her cry echoed around the garden, and she shuddered just before she reached down to pull his cock away from his body. Then she sat on him and took him deep and fast.
She froze and he released the tight tip to look into her eyes. Hers were glazed with passion and he figured he probably had the same look in his. He thought she was going to say something so he waited, watching her, his body screaming for release until finally he broke.
“I’m begging. Please, Belle. Fuck me.”
Her smile combined with the almost brutal pace she set made his eyes roll back in his head and for the first time in his life, he gave his pleasure over completely to another person.
And she didn’t let him down. She rode him hard, kept up the pressure, her thighs working her body up and down. He tried to hold out, to hold on, but his body wouldn’t listen.
He came with a deep groan, lifting his hips into her downward thrust to seat himself high and tight inside her.
He pulsed his release into the condom, listening to her breathless moan as she jerked against him, her sex milking him as she came.
The vague regret that he wasn’t naked inside her passed through his head.
Next time.
He really hoped there was a next time.
He’d make damn sure there was.
“Belle, would you like to accompany me to an after-party?”
Four
Annabelle read through the waiver a second time, though she knew she wa
s going to sign it.
Her pussy still rippled with aftershocks from that amazing orgasm. And she wanted more.
She looked up into Jared’s bright blue eyes. “What type of party requires a legal waiver?”
Sprawled in a matching art deco leather club chair in a small but decadently furnished room on the fourth floor, Jared watched her with an intensity that should have worried her.
Her bodily response was far from it, as it made her wet and hot to have him again. In any and all ways possible.
He smiled. “The waiver’s not only for your protection but for the other members’. This party isn’t like any other you’ve ever been to, Belle. Its only reason for being is pleasure. There are no rules except those against physical violence. If you want to leave at any time, you only have to say the word. But the waiver requires you not to reveal who else is in the room.
“You have my word no one will hurt you or do anything you don’t ask for. Or beg for.” He paused and she could barely swallow as her heart began to pound in anticipation and her sex clenched. “This is only about pleasure. As much as you can stand. In any way you want.”
Oh, hell. Where had all the air in the room gone? She certainly needed more.
From the moment Jared had whisked her into the private elevator at the rear of the garden and up to this fourth-floor room, she’d known exactly what type of party he’d asked her to attend.
“How many people will be there?”
His steady gaze never faltered. “Ten were invited but I’m not sure all of them will show. Eleven if you decide to join us.”
“And no one will know my identity?”
“Everyone wears a mask the entire time.”
Kinky, she thought. And arousing. Maybe she had inherited some of her mom’s sensuality. “This isn’t the first time you’ve done this, is it?”
His lips curved in a wicked grin. “No.”
Oh, my, when he looked at her like that she wanted to jump him where he sat. Unzip his pants and ride him until she passed out. He made her feel sexy, beautiful. Wanted.
And so freaking horny. She could very easily get addicted to his touch.
She picked up the pen from the side table and signed her name on the bottom line, illegible but still legal. Beneath the paragraph that stated she was free of any sexually transmitted diseases.
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