Wrong Number

by Lucian Bane

  “I…I like it. I want to.” He captured both her nipples in his fingers, rolling them firmly. “May I?” she gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as her mouth continued to open wider as he thumbed the tips of her nipples.

  “You make the most amazing sounds I’ve ever heard,” he realized, giving a hungry groan. “Take your shower. And I’ll allow you to do what you want.”

  He watched as she leaned in and kissed his pec over his heart before looking up at him. His heart stuttered at the vision of her dark hair flowing in a gentle wave next to her angelic face. And those eyes. Lit up china blue, with more desire than he could ever quantify. “Yes Sir,” she whispered.

  “I’ll grab a shower in one of the spare bedrooms. Be naked when I return, and in my bed. Legs wide open.”

  He realized she waited for him to leave before undressing and headed out with a grin, loving the timid side of her. Grabbing a pair of loose black flannels, he took a five-minute shower then made his way quietly to the kitchen for two glasses and a bottle of Moscato Di Asti

  Returning to his room, his cock jerked at finding his angel had done exactly as told. She lay reclined on a mountain of pillows, naked, knees drawn up and parted but only a little. He set the glasses on the table near the bed, then the wine. He opened the bottle and poured a full glass, deciding they could share.

  He removed his flannels then collected their drink before climbing on the bed. On his knees, he made his way to her side, staring down at her, his cock straining and reaching. She stared at it while maintaining her little seductive pose, an impressive feat given her obvious need to hide from him.

  Being naked in front of him wasn’t easy for her, he saw. She’d need to get over that and would. He moved between her legs, putting a hand on her left knee and eyeing her as he drank several gulps of wine then handed her the glass. She took it and scooted up the pillows a little, drinking a few sips, her gaze lowering from his eyes to his chest then fixed on his raging hard on.

  She handed him the glass back, licking her lips and looking up at him again. David sat right before her now, staring at her pussy, not missing the pull of her legs in the wrong direction. He reached a hand and pressed his fingers against her inner knee and gently pushed until her leg lay nice and flat on the bed. He did the same to her right leg, eyes on her gaping pink pussy. “That’s much better.”

  He reclined on his elbow between her legs, and the idea to lick her while drenched in wine presented itself. David took one more sip and moved the glass over her, slowly pouring the rest of the contents onto her open folds.

  The sounds of excitement in her erratic breaths pushed him closer to the edge. He set the glass behind him, then lowered onto both elbows, bringing his face right at his dessert. He stroked his fingers over her soaked folds, amazed with how soft her hair was. Already she wiggled her hips slowly, needing. Craving. He spread her lips with his fingers, holding her open, studying her. God she was beautiful there. He blew softly on her clit, rolling his eyes up to see her. She had a great view of what he was doing, thanks to the amount of pillows. “Hold yourself open for me, Princess.”

  She reached down and parted herself as he drew his three middle fingers along the silky skin next to her clit. He leisurely stroked over her opening and barely pushed in, twirling in her entrance until she panted and flicked her hips. He lifted his fingers and sucked them. “Fuck yes,” he whispered, returning to tormenting her. “Lizzy’s pussy covered in wine…a new delicacy.”

  He lowered his head, ready to take her to that place only he could. “Are you ready for my tongue?”

  “Yes Sir,” she quaked, holding herself open still.

  “Mmm.” He leaned and traced the silk, making sure his tongue grazed her fingers. “Show me how you move your pussy when you’re playing with it.” He licked on the right side of her clit and she gasped, undulating her hips more. Lowering his head, he slid his entire tongue up the center of her pussy, pushing into her hot center as he did, then slowly finishing on her clit with slow circles.

  Several cries shot out of her as David placed his hands against the juncture of her thighs and repeated the move several times. Ten seconds of that and he was lapping at her pussy like a hungry animal, digging his fingers into her skin.

  “Look at you,” he gasped, pulling up to see her moving her pussy in erratic circles, reaching for him.

  “Please, Sir,” she gasped, pushing hard into his hold. “Suck me.”

  David felt the storm building inside him and descended on her, fucking her pussy with his tongue. “You want your pussy filled?”

  “Oh God,” she shot out, panting and wriggling. “Yes, yes Sir!”

  David slid his middle finger inside her. “Is this what you fantasize about while playing with your pussy, Angel?”

  “Oh please,” she begged, reaching for him with a hand now.

  David leaned and sucked one of her fingers. “Put it in your pussy. Show me how you fuck yourself.”

  She plunged her finger inside her, right alongside his. “Fuck, baby,” he whispered, kissing her hand. Feeling her inside with him made him crazy. He jabbed nice and deep, letting her put her other fingers in his mouth. He sucked them with a hunger, pumping his cock against the bed. “Play with your clit, show me. Show me right now.”

  She pulled her fingers from his mouth, doing as told, her moans sweet and thick like the cream in her fucking pussy. She moved her fingers over her clit in little circles and the sight of it drew his thick groan. Her legs pulled farther back, and her hips bucked and wiggled.

  “What do you want, Princess. Tell me.”

  “Finger me, finger me!”

  He used two fingers now, sliding carefully inside her, being delicate. Because he knew in a moment and for the rest of the night, he’d not be.

  “Faster! Finger me faster, David!”

  He did exactly as told, making her direct him.

  She pulled her knees so far back, her feet came off the bed. “Harder! Oh God I’m…I’m.”

  Her body bucked once with the arch of her back while her sweet fingers rubbed out her orgasm. David growled through the fire in his blood, plunging his fingers hard and fast inside her, unlocking that orgasm even more. The sounds of her shocked cries and the sight of her increased convulsions had him seething with the need to fuck her to pieces.

  But she’d wanted to suck him. And he’d keep his fucking word. Then he’d fuck her all night.

  He crawled over her body, his knees straddling her until his cock was at her still drunk face.

  Like a hungry bird, she lurched forward, grabbing him with both hands and devouring him to the hilt. God. Fuck dragging it out, he wanted it now. He braced his palms on the headboard and moved his cock in and out of her mouth, her high-pitched moans licking clear to his balls. Her hands roamed his torso and chest, fingers feeling then raking his skin. “Oh fuck, you suck my cock so good,” he shot out, moving faster. He slowed, pushing in deep, grunting at the feel of her tight throat. Her hands roamed over his ass and holy fuck she slid them between his cheeks, leaving nothing untouched, unexplored. The sweet hunger set him off, but it was the prodding of her naughty finger on his ass where no finger had prodded before that brought his raging orgasm.

  ****

  “This is only a paragraph,” Lizzy called full of concern while David swam laps in the pool. He got five in and climbed out, giving his head a vigorous shake till his hair hung loose as he headed toward her at the patio table. Grabbing the towel from the back of a chair, he didn’t miss the full out sexual assault of her eyes on him.

  “So, what does it need?” he asked wiping his face before leaning and kissing her forehead. If he did anything else, they’d never get that done.

  “Well…it needs….details.”

  “Good to hear it. Write them in. Put what you’re not willing to do.”

  She chewed at her lower lip, glancing toward her pile of colored pens he’d given for the job. She picked up a black one and clicked the top. “
I want to do whatever you want…I just…I’m not sure what that is.”

  “Honestly, neither am I. I was thinking I’d make it up as I go, like when I write stories. I plot an outline—which is what that is—then I let the characters decide the rest. Which would be you and me.” He took a seat next to her, lifting her legs and putting her cute feet on his lap. “Surely you have some hard limits.” He lifted her foot and inspected her dainty toes which she suddenly curled. “Don’t tell me that’s a hard limit,” he complain/joked.

  “They’re feet,” she said in mild distress. “And I’ve never done anything like this with anybody, so I wouldn’t know what I’m not okay with.”

  “So put that.”

  “Put what?” she laughed, trying to jerk her foot out of his hand.

  He held it tight, angling a warning look at her. “Put I will give my body to David at all times to do whatever he wants, however he wants, why ever he wants, including with my feet. But I will not allow him to…” he gestured at her, “…fill in the blank.”

  “Fine.”

  She wrote on the paper and David waited then took it when she was done. “David will not do to Lizzy anything he’d not want another man to do to his daughter if he had one.” He was laughing before he could get the final words out, nodding and very impressed. “I think you may have summed up all the details with that one right there. I should hire you for my legal contracts.”

  She pffed cutely and blushed with a role of her eyes. “They’d have to have morals.”

  “And a daughter. Which I don’t,” he said, wincing.

  “Then your mother,” she cried, incredulous, laughing at the ew expression the idea gave him. “You’ll have to use your imagination, I guess, Mr. Writer.”

  He pulled her leg closer to him, kissing along the shin.

  “I need to shave,” she complained, the words edged with a breathlessness. She was so fucking on the edge of desire with him, always, and he loved that.

  “Where will you shave?” he asked, angling his head to look at her while he kissed to her knee.

  Her eyes were on what he was doing, lips parted before she stuttered her, “W-here do…you want me to?”

  “You want to guess?” he asked, continuing up her leg.

  “Down…down there?”

  He raised up, leaning in to kiss her lips. “Down there?” He smiled on her mouth, loving that term coming from her. “Yes, down there. Nothing hidden from me. Bare, soft, silk.”

  She gave several whimpers on his mouth. “I…I’ve never done that.”

  “Mmm. More virgin expeditions.” He slipped his tongue in her mouth, licking indecently at hers.

  “I mean…I don’t…know if…”

  He pulled back, regarding her, finally understanding what she was saying. She didn’t know how. “I see.”

  “I can try but…”

  “I’ll do it. I happen to be very good with a razor.”

  “Oh God,” she barely said, seeming to imagine it. “That would be…so embarrassing!”

  “Is this your hard limit?” he wondered, moving in for her mouth again, kissing her lips as she tried to talk.

  “No…it’s just…that would…” She put her fingers on his lips, blocking him. He grabbed her hand and sucked them into his mouth.

  “David,” she whispered, her burning gaze locked on what he was doing.

  “Let’s do that today,” he decided, biting the tips of her fingers. “Now that we’ve finished the contract. And I want to take you shopping for a new wardrobe. For your new job,” he added, bringing her hand to his cock. She gripped him with a light gasp, and he pushed into her sudden hunger, locking his hand over hers. He slid her hand lower between his legs and her eyes shot up to his, burning him.

  “Can I…suck you?”

  “Fuck,” he shuddered, staring at her before scanning the backyard to make sure they were alone. He looked back and made a deal. “Then I shave you,” he said, lowering the front of his underwear, watching her lips part and brows narrow in hunger. “We have a deal, Princess?”

  She was already on her knees. “Yes Sir,” she barely said before devouring his entire cock in one go.

  “Fuck, Angel,” he whispered, grunting as he slid his hips lower. It was suddenly an all-out war to undress and pleasure him without stopping. With one hand she yanked on his speedos while using the other to strangle the base of his cock. And her mouth and lips… “God, fuck baby,” he said, astonished, watching her tight lips pump rapidly over just the rim and head. She captured the throbbing tip in her mouth and milked his slit with the rough part of her tongue. He dropped his head back, fighting not to grab her head and use force. Her, all her, that’s what he wanted. Whatever she wanted and liked in that. Because there was something exceptionally mind-blowing about watching her bloom into this fearless sex goddess.

  She whimpered and gave a little grunt, shoving his legs open wider. The act of aggression shot a bolt of heat through his balls and he tilted his hips more, giving her full access. And fuck, she took it.

  She opened her naughty mouth wide and pressed it right onto his balls, sucking and licking while jerking her fist along his cock in a screw motion that had him seething on pure lust. “God,” he croaked, moving his hips lower when her finger demanded access to his ass.

  She gave a cry of hunger, diving on his cock again, her finger barely pushing into his butt. “Oh fuck,” he shot out, flicking his hips into the different sensation, heat blasting through him.

  Five more strokes, and she began hammering the head of his cock against her throat while moving her finger in and out of his ass. David didn’t stop his lusty groans as he gripped the edges of the chair, his orgasm plowing down on him. It was there, it was fucking there. He bucked his hips and gripped his balls, his fingers running into hers as she fucked him. His orgasm hit and her mouth became a hot suction of spine-tingling moans that seemed to siphon his fucking soul right out of him. How long he left the fucking planet, he wasn’t sure but her tongue dancing in his mouth finally brought him back.

  “Mmmm,” she murmured, holding his face and smiling on his lips with soft kisses. “I never dreamed I could love something as much as I love that.”

  His breaths shuddered out as his brain fought with the English language. “Me fucking either,” he blasted, righting himself in the chair. He finally opened his eyes, finding her back in her seat with a very proud smile.

  “Yoo-hoo!”

  David bolted at the voice coming from the far side of the patio. “David?”

  “Lisa,” he whispered, snatching the towel and wrapping his waist in it.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Lizzy’s heart stuttered and choked as his sister came into view. She watched as David hurried to meet her. Fear and sickness hit her as they hugged and mumbled and laughed about something. Had he hurried over to tell whatever he had? Warn her or…inform her? Of what?

  “This is Lizzy,” he announced, turning to her.

  It was the first good look Lizzy got of her, and her mega-beauty made her more nauseated. Lizzy stood and extended a hand, shaking hers, not missing the perfectly manicured nails. “It’s very nice to meet you,” Lizzy said, inwardly cringing at her creaky sounding voice. Weak. Pathetic. Desperate. “You’re very lucky to work with David.” Oh God, what did that even mean?

  Something super funny judging by her raucous laughter as she sat. Lizzy couldn’t stop from measuring everything on the woman. Perfect skin tone, tanned, definitely C cup breast. Beautiful hazel green eyes, endless lashes—were they fake? Perfect brows. Teeth and lips of a goddess. A Bob Barker Beauty, that’s what she reminded her of.

  “How are you enjoying the new job?” Lisa asked her.

  The smile she aimed her way made Lizzy feel like a played fool. She glanced at David, finding his gaze lowered and his mouth set in a tight purse. Was he nervous? What did he have to be nervous about?

  Finally, anger stiffened her spine as she crossed her arms over her chest, grat
eful for the sudden stability it offered. “Well,” she began, eyeing David for clues as to how the hell she was supposed to answer that. What job was she referring to? She had no real idea what Lisa knew at this point. She decided the safest thing to do was assume the best. “Editing is my dream job, really. I love it.”

  Lisa’s giggle accompanied her hand on David’s leg even as she locked her gaze on Lizzy. “Don’t you just love it?” she asked, making Lizzy’s eye almost twitch when David finally moved himself. She drew her hand back with “David and I have been at it for what?” she glanced at him. “Four years?”

  “Wow,” Lizzy said, smiling.

  “It’ll be nice to have help,” she cooed, sounding as insincere as ever.

  “She’s really good,” David said.

  “Ohhhh, is she?”

  The tone and smile she wore brought a burning up Lizzy’s neck.

  “David has had many temps over the years. If you last for more than two weeks, count yourself blessed.”

  “She’ll be working here,” David announced.

  A thrill shot through Lizzy’s stomach at seeing her reaction. So, he hadn’t told her. She wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.

  “Here? Are you relocating our office?”

  “No,” he chuckled. “I just want her working from here.”

  “Well, that’s new,” the woman laughed with wide eyes. “David is usually very particular about who he brings home.”

  “You know damn well I don’t bring women home,” he muttered, standing and relocating to the chair right next to Lizzy.

  “And here I was hoping to have a friend at work,” Lisa whined, sounding as fake as her nails.

  “We can still be friends,” Lizzy said.

  She gave an uncertain look. “David usually doesn’t let me near his girlfriends,” she complained. “Not sure why.”

  “Because you’re fucking mouthy,” he said dryly. “Did you need anything that a phone call couldn’t handle?”

  Wait, girlfriends? He’d said he didn’t have any.

  “You shit!” Lisa cried, seeming to pretend offense. “I haven’t seen my brother in over two weeks. No, a phone can’t handle that!”