by Mia Moore
She glanced up and saw the camera pointing down, taking a picture of it. Oh God. She could hardly wait to see these!
She stood up and placed the strap of the camera around her neck. “Let’s finish our glass of wine before we start doing you.”
Matt nodded and slid his pants and shorts down in one full sweep. Elena turned and walked across the room, picking up the glasses of wine. She handed his to him and took a long sip before speaking. “If Sophia is anything like me, and I think she is, she’ll like some shots of you standing with your back to the camera. There’s something incredibly sexy about the line of a man’s back, the muscles there above a firm ass. And then there’s that hollow in the cheek of your ass, that drives me crazy.”
She stepped closer and her fingers closed around his cock. “This is a given. For sure she’ll like to see that but it’s the other stuff too, that she’ll like. And a man holding his cock, slowly stroking it is hot too.”
“Holy fuck! I thought I was being creative, planning these shots...You’ve left me in the dust Elena. I seriously think you missed your calling.” Matt gulped the wine and set the glass on the night stand.
She grinned and lifted the camera higher, checking the light level in the frame. “Go over and stand in front of the drapes, your back to me.”
He walked across the room and stood in the centre of the curtained window. His hand rose and he slipped the curtain aside, just a fraction, like he was peeking outside. Oh fuck, it was hot, just the way she’d thought it would be. He could have been Adonis, the way the light played on his back, defining his muscles.
He shifted so that he was three quarters to the camera. Her breath caught in her throat looking at him. It was perfect! His ass was hard, the hollow pronounced in the light...so masculine. “Did I ever tell you, you’re jacked?”
His head turned and he grinned. “Not often enough.”
“Turn a little bit more so that I see your profile...” She stepped a few feet closer. “...and that gorgeous shlong.” She clicked a few shots. “Oh yeah baby, that’s nice.” The camera lens showed the thickness of his thigh, his cock jutting out almost fully horizontal.
She moved in closer and pressed a button to zoom the lens. The frame showed his body from his navel down to the mid-point of his thigh, the central focus being his shaft, thrusting out from the nest of coarse dark hair at the base. The skin was dark and smooth, the ridge at the underside showing faintly while, the knob was fleshy, a thick helmet topping eight inches of shaft. Even with the camera the thickness and length could be seen. “Oh yeah. Sophia will be drooling when she sees that.”
She stepped back and raised her hand, beckoning him over to the bed. “Now, we’re going to get down and dirty, less artistic. Put your foot on the bed and angle your body so that you face me.”
Matt followed her and did what she instructed. He stood for a moment, looking a little confused.
“Play with it. Pretend that you’re getting it ready for Sophia to suck. Think of her sucking you off.” Oh God. Saying that...It was dirty and sexy to her own ears. She could feel her pussy get wetter and her clit ache for more.
Matt’s hand slowly stroked his shaft, twisting his wrist with each upward stroke. The look in his eyes, heavy lidded and sultry showed that he was close to orgasm. Hell why not? That would really be sexy.
She continued clicking, aiming the camera at his cock, all the while her words continued. “That’s it baby. Show me. Sophia is gonna love giving you head. Taking that thick cock deep in her throat, licking your balls, sucking you.”
Matt’s hand had sped up with her words and his grip tightened. Even his hips were rocking back and forth. A pearl of pre-cum oozed from the slit and was quickly spread by the side of his fist. This was so hot! She could count on one hand the number of times she’d ever seen him do this.
A spurt of cum shot out, catching her on the thigh. She kept clicking the camera. The second surge ran over his hand, glistening on his cock as he continued to stroke. She zoomed out to catch the expression on his face, his eyes squeezed shut, while his lips were loose, panting for air. Oh God. This was perfect! Not only that but it made her hot too. She zoomed in again on his cock, caught the last drizzle of cum seeping out. His eyes opened and he smiled at her.
“You’re wearing me out woman.” He gasped and took a few more deep breaths.
“Oh God. I can’t wait for you to see this but I’ve got another idea.” She took a step towards the bed and sat on the edge, spreading her legs wide. “Eat me out. I’m going to video it.” She smiled at him and when he knelt on the floor before her, she ran her fingers through his hair. “That is...until I can’t hold the camera steady.”
Matt’s fingers spread her labia and he leaned closer, the tip of his tongue resting on his lower lip. His desire for her pussy, on his mouth was obvious in the heated look on his face. She clicked the camera, recording every movement as he licked and toyed with her clit. Too soon, the jolts shooting through her pussy was too much. She set the camera aside and lay back, rocking her cunt up and down on his mouth.
She spread her legs wider still, tilting her pelvic bone as high as possible to afford his mouth, tongue and fingers as much access as she could. Her eyes closed and she gave herself over to his touch...his fingers pumping into her, curling up to rub the G spot. It felt like she had to pee but she knew this was part of it. To ride past that urge and let go...give in to the sensation deep inside, while her clit was suckled and licked.
Every nerve cell in her body came alive under his touch. Her hands rose and she rubbed her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, adding fuel to the fire in her cunt. It was building, lust and pleasure spreading out from her core, her toes curling inside her heels. Her hips rocked up and down, pushing against his mouth.
Oh God, so close now...the only sensation in the world was the pleasure in her pussy. Her hand fell to grasp his hair, she formed a fist in it and pulled his mouth and tongue harder on her clit. “Suck me. Oh yeah baby, just like that....don’t stop...”
“Oh...oh..!” Her eyes squeezed tight, mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy...wave after wave of pleasure spreading out from her core to her very fingertips. It consumed her. There was nothing in the world except this glorious feeling in her pussy...her cunt. On and on. Wave after wave of pleasure.
She sighed a gust of air and her hips fell back to the surface of the bed. “Oh fuck me. That was good.”
He lifted his head and smiled at her, his lips and cheeks gleaming from the slickness of her cum. “Can’t fuck you. I told you. You’re killing me woman.”
As he rose and bent to kiss her, she clung to him. “But what a way to go!”
Chapter 15
Let’s give ‘em somethin’ to talk about
(Something to talk about)
A little mystery to figure out
(something to talk about)
Let’s give ‘em somethin’ to talk about
How about love?
—Bonnie Raitt, Somethin’ To talk About
It was the week before Christmas, Matt’s boss, Robin Grey, was hosting a party for his employees. Matt and Elena stood at the front door of the two story Tudor styled home, a light sprinkling of snow dusting their heads and shoulders.
“Thank goodness. A white Christmas.” Elena forced a smile waiting for Mr. Grey to answer the door. This was hopefully the last of the holiday parties, a fact that she felt in her weary bones. They’d stay the obligatory ninety minutes and then home to a hot bath and early night.
Matt glanced over at her and smiled. “Might make the roads a bit slippery but yeah, it’s nice.”
The door opened and Robin filled the frame, his white teeth gleaming, a break in the heavy dark beard, while his eyes were narrow with laughter and too much alcohol. His belly protruded before him, the ninth stage of pregnancy from too much hops and barley, yet like most men, his hips were narrow. He probably still boasted that he could fit into pants that he’d worn as a teen
ager.
“Matt! Elena! Merry Christmas! Come in.” He stepped back, extending his arm and giving a short bow.
“Hey Robin. Sorry we’re late. Elena had to stay until the store was closed.”
Matt’s words drifted over her shoulder as she stepped in. Immediately Robin’s beefy arms pulled her into a hug, and her nostrils filled with the aroma of beer and English Leather. “Merry Christmas Robin. It’s good to see you again.” She gave his cheek a kiss, aiming for the bare spot above the furry growth.
Robin’s wife Mary appeared at his side and smiled taking Elena’s coat. She was bird-like, the collar bones under her thin neck pronounced in the blue dress. “So nice to see you and Matt. Merry Christmas.” She turned and strained forward to kiss Matt’s cheek and then took his coat from him.
“Come on and I’ll get you two a drink.” Robin led the way across the room, threading through small clusters of people laughing and chatting. Christmas music was layered on top of the hub bub of conversation.
Elena brushed by Dave and Gwen, grasping the younger woman’s hand and mouthing ‘We’ll be right back’ before she stepped up to the make-shift bar in the corner of the room. Even though she’d been to many of these Christmas parties, the only people they saw outside of there, were Dave and Gwen. Thank goodness, they were there.
“Name your poison? Wine, beer, eggnog, whatever liquor...” Robin grinned at her, his blue eyes twinkling and bloodshot.
“Eggnog, please.” Elena flashed a warm smile and watched as he ladled out a glass cup of the creamy liquid.
“Beer for me. Thanks.” Matt’s arm brushed hers when he stepped closer. “The place looks great Robin. Beautiful tree.”
Elena glanced to the front window where a tall spruce was decked out with twinkling coloured lights, bows and sliver ornaments. It had to be seven feet tall, but in a room that size, it wasn’t overpowering. She took the glass from Robin and took a small sip. The alcohol tingled on her tongue and was warm going down her throat. He’d really poured the rum to it.
After handing Matt the beer, he spoke, “Mary and I are leaving for Jamaica in a couple of days. We’ve never done Christmas in the Caribbean but we’re looking forward to it.” He looked past Elena’s shoulder and nodded. “Sorry. You’ll have to excuse me. I think Mary needs my help in the kitchen.”
He smiled and left them standing at the bar. Elena tapped Matt’s arm and nodded to the side, indicating Gwen and Dave. She wandered over and inserted herself into the small group of people. Gwen looked relieved to see her, her lips twitching in a smile.
“All set for Christmas?” Elena turned to gaze into her friend’s wide green eyes. Her face was round with a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. With her cropped curly red hair and her short height, the young woman could have been a Santa Elf, especially in the green dress.
Gwen nodded and took a long sip of her wine. “How about you? It must be really crazy in the store.”
Before she had a chance to speak, Dave spoke up, grinning at Matt. “So any big plans for New Year’s Eve? Maybe we can get together and play some cards, watch the ball drop in Times Square.”
Elena’s mouth clamped shut and she eyed her husband.
“We’re going away for New Year’s. Actually, we’ll be in New York City. Too bad, that would have been fun getting together with you guys.” He shot a smile to Elena and then looked from Dave to Gwen.
“My God, getting a hotel in New York must have cost a fortune.” Dave’s eyes were wide and he shook his head. He rocked back and forth on his heels and toes and looked down at the floor for a moment.
“Not really. It’s not downtown....more like Brooklyn.” Matt’s eyebrows drew together but he maintained his smile.
“Oh yeah? How about if Gwen and I go with you? We didn’t have anything on and that could be fun.”
Elena’s stomach clamped into a vice watching her husband and then seeing the smile flare on Gwen’s face.
“I’m afraid we just snuck in under the wire. Every hotel was booked but there was a last minute cancellation and they emailed us.” Matt’s smile had faded and his eyes flitted off to the left.
Her shoulders sagged. He was such a bad liar. “Maybe we’ll get together early in the New Year. Too bad, we hadn’t known you were interested. It would have been fun. The hotel is really nice. We stayed there the last time we were in New York. If we hadn’t made friends with the guy at the front desk, I don’t think we would have got in.”
Her mouth clamped shut again and she took a sip of the eggnog. Maybe she was laying it on too thick....
Dave nudged Matt’s arm with his elbow and he grinned, the folds of his chin close to his chest. “Probably going to that swinger club again and doing the whole orgy thing, eh Matt?”
Elena’s eyes flashed wide and the liquid took a detour down her windpipe. She started to cough, feeling her cheeks glow like burning embers and her eyes water. What the fuck? Matt had told him? The guy was like an Irish washerwoman, gossiping and making innuendos. She liked Dave but that didn’t mean, she’d tell him anything like that!
“What? Dave!” Gwen spoke up. Her cheeks were almost as scarlet as Elena’s.
“Hey! I’m not making this up. That’s what Mat told me they did the last trip to the Big Apple.” He started to laugh and gave Matt a look, one upping him.
Meanwhile Matt’s jaw had dropped and his eyes flitted over the group of people. Finally he forced a laugh and spoke, “Jeeze Dave. Tell the world why don’t you? I guess sarcasm is lost on you, eh buddy?”
Elena looked at Dave watching Matt. There was a peculiar glint in his narrow eyes and his smile dropped. Oh shit.
She turned to Gwen and shook her head, making a show of the roll of her eyes. “Yes, it’s crazy busy at the store. I’ve been working fourteen hours a day with the Christmas rush. Now with the snow, it’ll get even crazier.”
Gwen smiled and nodded. She started to tell Elena of their plans for Christmas the visits to relatives and such. But Elena’s mind was fixed on later. On the drive home. she was going to kill that crazy husband of hers.
Chapter 16
The best thing about being a woman
Is the prerogative to have a little fun!
—Shania Twain, Man I Feel Like a Woman
Elena waited to the very last minute at the end of the day to bring the dress to the counter and ask Amanda to ring it through. Mila was at the front door of the store, locking up after the last customer left. It was bad enough that Amanda might wonder at her buying suck a sexy dress, let alone Mila and her comments. It was the first time Elena disliked the store policy that staff purchases required another staff member to ring it in and initial the sale.
She pushed the fire engine red sequinned dress across the counter and tried her best to look casual. Usually the clothes she bought were more conservative, more suited for work or refined casual, nothing like the glittering scrap of cloth on the counter.
Amanda picked it up and did a once over with wide eyes. “Wow. This is more my style than yours. Your New Year’s Eve dress, I take it? I’d love to be going to that party. “
Elena could feel her cheeks become warm and she shrugged. “Well, it is New York City and I don’t want to be the country mouse.”
Amanda laughed and folded the dress, setting it on the counter. “So what is Matt wearing? Hopefully a tux...” Her eyes flashed over at Elena and she smiled. “You two will look like something out of a James Bond movie. What is this place you’re going to?”
Elena could hear Mila walking back to the counter and she grabbed a bag to set the dress inside. “It’s a party at the hotel. They’ve got a band for dancing and a buffet at midnight.” She smiled over at her friend. “I thought it’d be nice to get dolled up and go out for New Year’s. Christmas is about the kids but New Years is for adults.” Just hurry up and ring it through. For once she regretted her frugal nature, tempted by the staff discount, rather than buying at another store, where she wo
uldn’t be known.
“Like I said. It sure beats the house party I’m going to.” She sniffed and her lips pulled to the side.
“What’s that?” Mila came in on the tail end of the conversation. “You’re going out for New Years Elena? Where to?” She started to peek inside the bag, but Elena pulled it away sharply.
God, there was no privacy to be had in the store. She slipped her bank card into the small machine that Amanda slid closer. “Matt and I are going to New York. There’s a big party at the hotel and we’re celebrating the New Year in style.” She punched in the code, watching the screen change.
Like Amanda, Mila was in her mid twenties but she was the total opposite of her otherwise. Whereas Amanda was tall, with a lithe model’s body, Mila was from the Philippines, short and curvy with ruby full lips and almond shaped eyes. She was also a bit of a player, making no bones about the fact that her bed was a revolving door for men and women.
She nudged Elena with her shoulder, standing so close that Elena could feel the heat of her body and smell the savoury perfume.
“Have fun and don’t do anything, I wouldn’t do.”
Amanda’s eyes met Elena’s and she smiled. “Well, that leaves it pretty much wide open, unless you’re going to an orgy or something.”
Elena’s hand faltered for a moment, passing the machine back to her friend. My God. Was she wearing a sign on her back or something? First Dave making that crack at the staff party and now Amanda?
“Very funny.” Mila’s eyes narrowed and there was a small smile on her lips. “What makes you think I haven’t done that? Turns out, Brad and I are away for New Years Eve too. It was my Christmas surprise.”
“You’re back together again? Thought it was really over this time.” Amanda gave the printed receipt to Elena and her eyebrows drew together watching Mila.
The smaller woman’s hand waved in the air and she closed her eyes for a second. “It is and it isn’t. It’s just shits and giggles and the sex is awesome.”
