by Tara Nina
A knock on the door didn’t stop him, but it froze Shelley in place.
Her voice cracked as she called, “Just a minute.”
When she tried to wiggle free, Jack shot her a grin, then stated on a rushed whisper, “Give it to me, Shelley. Let me taste the flavor of your orgasm.”
“We should stop,” she gasped. Oh God, they were going to get caught. Panic sliced through her and she sat on the fence between stopping and finishing this erotic game.
“Not when you’re so close.”
He dove into her pussy with a renewed desire to please.
Tension twisted every molecule of her being. The fear of being caught interlocked with the intense sensations of Jack’s tongue spiking in and out of her and drove her libido through the roof. Never had she been this emotionally mixed. They needed to stop, but not one shred of conscience grasped the reins and took control of her system.
When Jack suckled her clit in between his teeth and gave a gentle tug before plunging his fingers in deep, Shelley surrendered. The person outside that door would wait. This room was occupied. Sheer glory quaked through her pussy with every glide of his tongue. Short quick darts of his tongue spearing her clit set her on the precipice between simple pleasurable enjoyment and all-out ecstasy. Fast and furious, his fingers fucked her. Breathing became labored, short gasps for air.
Shelley met him pump for pump, lifted her hips from the vanity and dug her heels into his back. The nip of his teeth to her swollen bud pushed her into oblivion. Never had an orgasm hit her with the strength of a gale force wind before.
She settled her bottom on the vanity and released his head from between her legs. Jack suckled her in long gentle strokes until her system eased. When he lifted, his face glistened, coated in her juices. He helped her from the vanity and held her until she’d regained her balance. Quickly, he washed up as she straightened her clothes.
Another rapid tap on the door reminded them someone waited. Jack faced Shelley with a comical look on his face. It was apparent to her he hadn’t thought this whole scenario through. For a split second, Shelley almost panicked, but refused to relinquish control to such a juvenile emotion. No, she decided. She’d enjoyed her tryst in the bathroom and whoever stood on the other side of that door wasn’t going to spoil it.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered in his ear. Not exactly sure how she would do it, she’d find a way to get him out of the ladies’ room and hopefully without being noticed. “I’ll handle it. Give me a second, then sneak out.”
Jack nodded. She took a breath to quell the tension in her gut. Here goes winging it. Shelley opened the door just enough to step out. Before the other lady could push past her, Shelley engaged her in conversation with the first thing that popped into her head. She put on a phony smile and exaggerated her enthusiasm as she spoke. “Oh my god, are you Camilla Cognesta, the local weather lady?”
When the lady stated “no”, Shelley continued as if she hadn’t heard. She grabbed the lady’s hands and turned her so the woman’s back was toward the bathroom door. She stepped back, taking the lady with her as she gushed. “You look exactly like her. Has anyone ever told you that? You’ve got great skin tone and such high cheekbones.”
“Uh, no,” the woman replied in a confused tone.
When Jack peeked through a slender gap in the door, Shelley hugged the woman and rambled into an apology. Jack made his escape. He slid out the door and quickly moved to make it appear as if he exited the men’s room. Shelley released the woman.
“I’m so sorry for my over-exuberance. I truly thought you were her.”
She spun on her heels and followed Jack to the table. Both legs trembled as she walked. The thrill of almost being caught caused the beat of her heart to pump at a furious rate. A quick glance at the lady entering the ladies’ room and she knew she’d succeeded in pulling it off. She doubted the woman suspected a thing other than some crazy woman accosted her outside the bathroom.
A sigh of relief exited her lips but the residual effects of her public orgasm sent shivers up and down her spine. The patch between her thighs tingled with each step. Shelley held her chin tilted, shoulders back and concentrated on not looking guilty. Jack waited with chair in hand for her to sit. As she slid in, his heated breath against her ear sent chills across her skin.
“That was just the appetizer.”
Shelley met his hooded gaze and answered breathlessly, “I can’t wait for the main course.”
As if on cue, the waitress appeared, removed their appetizer plates and replaced them with their meals.
“I hope that helped settle the dilemma of whether being naughty in a public place adds to the excitement,” he said, lifted his glass in a semi-toast, then took a sip.
A bold idea took root and Shelley couldn’t resist. He’d given her a wonderful adventure. Now it was his turn to squirm. Shelley lifted her glass and copied his semi-toast. Under the table, she slipped her foot from her stiletto.
“I think the lessons on that theory have only begun.”
His eyes widened and he choked on his drink the moment her toes made contact with his lap. A slender smile tugged at her lips. She’d caught him off guard. It thrilled her to the core to watch him attempt to muffle his expression from utter excitement to a cool façade in order to prevent anyone from catching on to the action between his thighs. He grasped her ankle, giving her added support to reach his erection as he slid his chair in closer.
“Umm,” she sighed right before tasting her meal. “I do like the feel of certain textures.”
The obvious bob of his Adam’s apple made her smile broaden. His eyes closed for a second as if he struggled to maintain his composure. Pure power filtered into her backbone. She liked the feel of his cock growing beneath her foot. The more she rubbed, the harder it became. In one slow, strong swipe, she ran her big toe from the base of his cock straight up the shaft as far as she could reach without sliding from her chair.
His low groan let her know he enjoyed her foot play. When his other hand dropped beneath the table and captured her foot, stilling her actions, she knew she had him on the verge of release. Tender circular motions of his fingers massaged the ball, the arch and the heel. She couldn’t help but issue a low soft moan in response.
“Funny thing about feet,” his words came out on a graveled breath. “Handled right, they can ignite the senses or relax the soul.”
To prove his point, a precise placement of his thumb deep into the arch of her foot sent a bolt of energy sizzling up her leg to pool in her pussy. Shelley’s jaw dropped. The sensation caused a flood of moisture to form and her inner muscles to spasm. Oh God, he’d made her come again. Sitting back in her chair, she realized the man across from her held many talents. Some of which she intended to uncover this evening. Hunger for food dissipated, replaced by the raw ravages of desire. She wanted him and the meal could wait.
“I’m suddenly not very hungry.” She looked directly into those hot autumn brown eyes and hoped he understood.
“Let’s get this to go.” He motioned for the waitress, then turned back to Shelley and added, “We’ll need it to replenish our strength later.”
Chapter Four
Shelley’s hand shook as she slipped the key into the lock. She prayed he didn’t see the nervous tremor. Jack ambled up the front stairs carrying their meals in a takeout bag. Heat radiated off him, blanketing her back against the cool night air. His arm brushed hers as he reached around her and opened the door.
“After you, milady.”
His mock curtsey made her laugh, which eased the knot in her chest. She noted he had removed his jacket. He must have left it in the car. They moved through the door to stand in the entranceway. Two doors were located opposite each other in the main hallway of the two-family home. Jack took the key from her and unlocked the inner door to her first-floor apartment. After closing and locking the door behind them, he followed her through the quaintly decorated living room into the kitchen.
“Would you care for a drink?” Shelley asked as she took the meals from him and placed them in the refrigerator.
“No,” he replied from directly behind her. She stood with the refrigerator door open. Jack’s hands entered the opening in the back of her dress, slid under her arms to cup both breasts. “The only drink I crave is another sample of your flavor.”
She leaned into him, feeling the solid length of his cock pressed against her rear. Her pussy immediately responded to the heat of his words and the delicate massage of his hands on her breasts. When he gently pinched her nipples, she thought her knees would give way.
Was this right?
It went against her nature to participate in a one-night stand. Right and wrong warred inside her head. Should she stop or enjoy the phenomenal expertise of this younger man? Was it wrong to want to experience another aspect in her sexual exploration? No, she snapped inwardly at her conscience. Tonight was just about sex, not building a relationship or the gap in their ages. Plain and simple body-on-body sex, she decided. And hopefully, a little toy play as well, if he was willing. His teeth nipped her lobe. The tip of his tongue rimmed the tender curve of her ear. Fire filled her core at his next suggestion.
“I bet those nipple clamps would feel real good on these.” He emphasized his meaning with a sharp twirl and tug on each of her nipples.
Oh God, he’d handed her the invitation of a lifetime. A gorgeous man with a penchant to play with not only her, but also her sex toys. But how experienced was he? Determination to find out fortified her confidence and guided her actions.
“Ahh,” Shelley sighed. Before she’d let a negative thought swerve her from following through, she slid her dress off her shoulders, letting it cascade the length of her to pool around her ankles. She stepped out of the dress as she turned to face him. Here was the moment of truth. Would he turn away from her semi-toned body or would he find it to his liking? She stood naked in only her thigh-high silk stockings and stilettos.
The sight of his eyes widening and his tongue darting across his lower lip stilled the discomfort from shaking her self-image. Though she knew she didn’t look half-bad naked, nothing drooped or sagged. She just wasn’t a young hard body any longer.
“Oh baby.” Jack practically growled as his fingertips traced her breasts and slid down her abdomen to land gently on her hips. “You’re beautiful.” He tugged her tight to him and on a heated breath added, “Voluptuous curves turn me on.” And to accentuate his meaning, he rubbed his clothed hard-on against her shaven pussy.
A new burst of confidence flooded her system and excited her soul. The genuine sexual promise in his eyes fueled her desire to sample this hot stud to the fullest. In as steady a move as she could muster, she stepped out of his arms, turned and shot him a gaze filled with sexual promises of her own and stated in a sultry tone, “Let’s continue this in the bedroom. I keep my toys in a box under the bed.”
Jack didn’t have to be asked twice. He followed the sexy set of legs to the bedroom. The firm globes of her bottom mesmerized him as they wiggled in rhythm to her step. They were round and ready for him to caress, if he just reached out and grabbed them. Her ass, oh God, her sexy ass swayed as she moved teasing him beyond control. He closed the distance between them and cupped her bottom in his hands. She stopped short of the bedroom door and gasped as he tugged her against him, pressing his hard-on into the small of her back.
He rasped on a harsh breath against her ear, “You don’t know how sexy you are in those hot stilettos and black stockings. The toys have to wait. I need to fuck you now.”
Jack scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed. Though he laid her down gently, his desire was anything but, he had to have her. He didn’t bother to unbutton his shirt. Instead he chose to tug it and the undershirt off over his head. Shoes, socks, belt and pants hit the floor within seconds of the shirt. He wore no underwear. When he crawled up on the bed, she reached into the top drawer of her nightstand. Sitting upright, she held her hand palm open, showing him she was prepared even if he’d forgotten the foil-wrapped contraceptive in his pocket.
“Let me put this on you.”
Slow and sensual in her movements, she slid the thickly ribbed condom on his cock. The feel of her hand wrapped around him made his balls ache. Up, down, she smoothed the condom into place, teasing him with every stroke. He was on the ledge teetering, about to fall. He gritted his teeth. Her touch seared to his skin like a tattoo and he knew he’d never forget the sensation of Shelley’s hand as she sheathed him with a condom. The simple act turned him on even more. He took a deep breath and willed his libido to back down, but he knew this first time would be fast and furious. She had him so horny he doubted he’d last long.
The moment she released his cock, Jack fisted her hair, tilted her head back and captured her mouth in an empowering kiss. Tongue on tongue, he savored her lips, her mouth and the sweet taste of Shelley. Unable to wait, he guided her onto her back without releasing her from their kiss. Jack entered Shelley in one slow, deep plunge.
Her back arched and her ecstatic groan filled his mouth. She ripped their lips apart, reached up and grabbed the back of his head, holding his face close to hers as she demanded, “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
Commando. She liked the fact he wore no underwear. Realizing he had been naked under his slacks at the restaurant added to the thrill shooting through her core. But nothing matched the solid rod buried in her pussy. Thick and long with a plump round head, which stretched her fully. For the first time in over two years, a living, breathing man was attached to the cock pumping in and out of her vagina. Raw animalistic energy ravished her system and controlled her sex drive. She couldn’t get enough.
Pound for pound, she ground her hips to his, clamoring for more. The slap of his balls against her anus fueled her need and soaked her pussy with each flesh-on-flesh connection. Legs spread wide, she took every inch of him repeatedly and hungered for all he had to give. Warm, moist heat coated her nipple as Jack’s mouth tormented the tender bud. “Harder,” she rasped. “Suck my nipples harder.”
On her command, he switched to the other nipple and captured it between his teeth. The tender nip then gnaw right before his suction enveloped her whole areola, shot shock waves to her core. A flood gushed in her pussy increasing the friction of his cock to her inner muscles. Faster and faster she pumped, slamming her pelvis to his. Closer and closer she pivoted on the thin line between extreme tension and the pure oblivion of orgasm.
He released her nipple and trailed hot kisses and gentle nips from her breast, up her neck to her ear. “Wrap those sexy legs around my hips. I want to feel the silk of your stockings on my skin and the sharp dig of those stilettos in my flesh as we fuck.”
“You want a little pain with your pleasure,” she gasped as she complied with his wishes. He shot her a wicked grin right before he nibbled a nipple between his teeth, sending arrows of sheer pain to ignite another eruption of pleasure in her core.
Shelley slid her legs up and down his thighs before hitching them around his waist. The new position increased the depth of his cock. She moaned in approval as their pace kicked into hyper-drive. As he wanted, she dug her stilettos into the back of his thighs at the instant her orgasm erupted. Within the same second, Jack groaned loudly. His cock spasmed, causing Shelley to tighten her grip to his hips and deepen the indentions of the stilettos as she reveled in their mutual release.
God, she’d never had sex so good.
Jack collapsed, holding his weight on his elbows and pressing his forehead to hers. Each breathed heavily. Seconds became minutes as they cuddled in the aftershocks of the earthquake-level orgasm. He shifted to lie beside her and curled around her. Shelley liked the feel of total protection this position provided. Warmth enveloped her skin. A strong arm lay in the curve of her side while his hand caressed her lower abdomen. Fingertips barely brushed the skin, but it was enough to comfort her muscles from the bruising bout of intercourse. She sighe
d. Yep, she’d definitely be sore in the morning.
Drained. The woman drained him dry of the majority of his energy. Never had he been in such a rush to fuck as he had been with Shelley. Jack nestled closer, wrapping Shelley snugly in his arms. He nuzzled her neck and enjoyed the fragrance of lilac. Making a mental note, he decided to have a special bouquet sent to her tomorrow. But not at the courthouse, that might embarrass her. Instead he’d have them delivered here after she returned home. Hopefully, he’d be the one delivering them.
A satisfied sigh escaped. Being in bed beside her gave him a comfort he hadn’t felt in years. Two stints in the Marines and four tours of duty between Afghanistan and Iraq embedded the fact that sleep was overrated deep within his brain cells. No one slept on duty, not if they didn’t want to be ambushed and killed. Jack winced against the memory, shoved it to the back of his brain and refocused on the here and now. A beautiful woman cradled in his arms and there wasn’t an ounce of sand within miles.
They lay wrapped together for a while before Jack’s stomach rumbled. Shelley giggled. He lifted to his side on his elbow and grinned at her.
“It’s your fault we skipped dinner.” He rolled over and off the other side of the bed. “Bathroom?”
“My fault,” Shelley jested as she pointed to a door to the left outside the bedroom. “I think we both were hungry for more than food and you know it.” She scooted into an upright position and ran a hand through her hair.
He liked the just-fucked tussled look. She wore it well. “Stay put, milady,” he called over his shoulder. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Jack sauntered into the bathroom, disposed of the condom and washed up. When he exited the bathroom, he noticed Shelley was no longer on the bed. He glanced inside and didn’t see her. The sight of those sexy stilettos and stockings on the floor by the chair saddened him for a moment. He truly liked fucking a woman dressed for sin. The patchwork blanket on the four-poster bed had been turned down, showing cream-colored sheets. He smiled. In their rush, they had sex on top of the made bed without sliding into the sheets. The distinct sound of the microwave whirred from the kitchen. There went the idea of serving her dinner in bed.
