by Tara Nina
“I thought I told you to stay put,” he stated in a teasing tone as he snuck up behind her and wrapped her in a hug. Her thick, soft terry cloth robe tickled his skin.
“You’ll soon learn I don’t listen well when I’m hungry.” She leaned into him and looked up over her shoulder at him. He brushed a tender kiss across her lips, then released her.
“Then let me take care of this for you.” He cupped her elbow and guided her to sit at the kitchen table. “Since our dinner was cut short, I’ll be your waiter for the rest of the evening.” He bowed, placed a kiss to her palm, then spun on his heels to finish heating the leftovers. An apron hung on a hook beside the refrigerator. Out loud he read the imprint.
“Sexy women have messy kitchens.” His eyebrow arched as he looked at her. “Honey, your kitchen isn’t messy, but you are one hell of a sexy woman.”
He tied the apron on, then placed a kiss to her brow. When he turned, he sensed she watched his every move and it caused a warm knot to grow in the pit of his stomach. Each glance across his shoulder caught her staring at his butt. A knowing smile spread his lips. If she only knew how many miles he jogged to keep it that tight. But from her approving expression, it was worth it.
“What would you like to drink?” Jack asked as he opened the stainless steel door of the refrigerator.
“There’s an open bottle of wine in the door.”
“Glasses?” He met her gaze across his shoulder, then followed the point of her finger to the cabinet above the dark green countertop to the left of the sink. He retrieved two wineglasses, filled them, placed them on the table, then returned to the microwave. As soon as the timer dinged, he placed the meals onto plates and joined her at the table.
“Umm, even better reheated,” Shelley stated after tasting her food.
“In my opinion, the ladies’ room appetizer was the best part of my meal at Dino’s.”
The pink in her cheeks made him sit back and smile. It amazed him that after the hot sex they’d just experienced, she’d blush over their public escapade. On a hushed breath right before she inserted a forkful of food, her whispered words touched his ears.
“Definitely a new twist for me.”
He took a sip of wine and studied Shelley in between bites of his meal. Faint strands of gray lay hidden within her natural blonde, giving it a new spin on the term highlights. Most hid their grays but hers blended well. He liked the look on her. Even though she was older and more knowledgeable, he read a hint of vulnerability with a smidgeon of naïveté in her genetic make-up. A woman with experience and a sense of humility, it set his soul on fire with the need to learn from as well as teach the beauty across from him. She presented an erotic puzzle of which he was inclined to solve and protect.
“I think you liked it,” he stated point blank. She didn’t look at him. But he noted the nervous way she toyed with her food and knew he’d hit a nerve. “I have to admit something to you, Shelley.”
He reached across the small wooden dinette table and captured her hand in his. When she lifted her gaze to his, he continued. “I haven’t been so turned-on by anyone as I was with you tonight. Pleasuring you in that bathroom had me hard as a rock. And if we hadn’t been interrupted…” His voice trailed as he shrugged. Absently, he smoothed circles in her palm with his fingertips. “Who knows, we may have fucked on that vanity.”
Pink wasn’t the color that infiltrated her cheeks this time. Bright crimson gave her neck and cheeks a rosy appeal. A timid smile appeared and her lips seemed to tremble as she spoke. “Jack, I’ve never done anything like that before, but with you it seemed right. At my age, I should know better and be ashamed of my actions.”
“Ashamed of what?” Jack stood and walked around to her side of the table and knelt, looking up into her eyes. “Age has nothing to do with this. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Sex is natural. Did it feel good? Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes.”
“Then we did nothing wrong. Think about the rush of excitement the possibility of getting caught added to the sexual high.” He slid his hand up the inside of her thigh to nestle in the warmth of her moist folds. “That slight fear made the sensation more exquisite. Just think how you’d feel if you wore those balls inside of you during court tomorrow.”
Shelley shook her head as she stuttered, “I couldn’t.”
“You could and best of all…” He smiled as he stood, pulling her up with him, then continued. “It will be my pleasure to insert them for you and I’ll hold on to that remote control. You won’t know when or for how long those balls will tease your pussy.”
“What if someone found out?” Her words came out as more of a plea than a question. He understood her concern, but read the desire for public play in her eyes.
He pressed tight against her and did a sensual grind of his hips, pushing their pelvises together. The solid rod beneath the apron couldn’t be missed. Just thinking she might agree had him hungry for more of Shelley. He nipped her earlobe as he added.
“No one would know except you and I. Think about how those balls made you feel that day at the grocery store. When I first saw you, I thought you walked off balanced because your shoes were new. Discovering those balls after you left…God, I had a semi-hard-on for a week just thinking about that sexy mystery woman. Knowing those balls caress your pussy with every flick of the switch will give me joy in secretly pleasuring you.” His warm breath against her ear sent chills down her spine as his tone dipped lower and more seductive. “Remember the ladies’ room and the added thrill of getting off in public. You were so wet. I know you liked it. Promise me you’ll think about it.”
Shelley nervously licked her lips, then replied, “I’ll think about it.”
He cupped her chin and stared directly into her eyes as he said, “I’m ready for round two and a chance to plunder your toy chest. Are you?”
All she could do was nod.
Jack stepped back, slipped off her apron and returned it to the hook. Images of the balls and Jack on his knees taunted her synapses, firing her libido from first gear straight to fifth. Could she do her job if those tantalizing balls were in her pussy with Jack at the controls? Jack grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom. Watching that tight ass of his march in front of her got her wet and enticed her need to ride him. When he dropped to his knees and bent over to pull the large plastic container from under the bed, she couldn’t slow the sudden rush of power to her brain. Shelley clasped his ball sac, capturing his full attention.
A gaze filled with lust met hers across his shoulder as she gave his sac a gentle caress. His pupils dilated and his nostrils flared. This time around she wanted total control. In a husky tone, she issued a warning-laced command. “That toy chest is mine to do with as I please. Whatever we do stays in this room and isn’t shared. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” came out in a deeply graveled tone and she knew she had his full attention.
“Good.” She released him, tossed the robe to the chair in the corner and knelt beside him. Together they removed the lid. On a heavy sigh, she ran her hand through the massive array of sexual devices. Just touching some of them gave her a thrill.
“Which would you like to play with first?”
His words were raw with desire, which made her nipples tingle. Never had she sensed she wielded such sexual prowess as she did at this moment. Toys were her private pleasure. Could she share? She swallowed hard. The man beside her hungered to experiment and she didn’t intend to let him down. Several of the items were new and unexplored. She chose those. And one item she rummaged through the bottom of the chest to retrieve. When Emma had given her this to test, Shelley almost gave it back to her because there was no man in her life. Now she was happy she hadn’t.
She stood and laid the items she’d selected on the bed. Holding out her hand to him, she said in a soft, seductive tone, “I’ve never shared my toys before.”
“Then let’s take it slow.” He took the hand she offered and rose t
o his feet. He picked up the cock ring and removed the plastic package as he added, “Interesting choice. Care to show me how it’s worn?”
He handed it to her with a broad smile on his face. Shelley doubted he didn’t know from his devilish wink. “I bet you’ve got one of these at home.”
“Nah,” his tone lowered. “Stamina usually isn’t my weakness.”
Shelley cleared her throat and licked her lips. Looking at him, she decided stamina wasn’t among his faults—if he had any. Muscles broadened his chest, bulged his biceps and tattooed his abdomen with a healthy six-pack.
“It’s my understanding from the information I’ve read, these not only prolong the erection,” she explained as she slid the cock ring down his shaft, then looped the elastic band around his ball sac. She heard his surprised intake of air when she released the elastic with a tiny snap. A tap to the silver base below the latex nubbies started a vibrating pulse, which reverberated to his balls and along his cock. “It adds an extra thrill to both our sensitive parts.”
Jack’s cock twitched and hardened in her hand. The tiny reverberations tickled her palm as she held his cock in one hand and guided him onto his back on the bed with the other hand. One long swipe of her tongue up the underside of his shaft to the plump round head made him fist his hands in the sheets. Shelley couldn’t help but smile. His eyes were closed and a strained look tightened his features.
She eased onto the bed and crawled up the length of him. Hovering close to his ear, she whispered, “I take it you like the pink vibrating cock ring.”
“Yeah,” he growled and his eyes opened wide.
“Good,” she sighed breathily and received the perfect reaction. He visibly shivered. She straddled Jack’s abdomen and wiggled, intentionally brushing her damp pussy back and forth across his navel. When he grabbed her ass, Shelley shook her head as she pried his hands free and shoved them to the mattress beside her knees. “Nah, ah, ah, Jack. You’re being a bad boy. My toys. My rules.”
His eyes darkened with anticipation. When his lips parted to speak, she stilled his words with a finger across them. “I forbid you to speak. You will respect my wishes.”
Several long seconds passed. Would he play along? Had she pushed him too far, too quick? Steeling her spine, she hoped not. An idea sprang in her head over something he’d mentioned earlier and she desperately wanted to try it for his pleasure. Slowly she rocked her pelvis as she massaged his nipples with her forefingers and thumbs and waited for his decision. The nod of his head made her smile. She couldn’t believe her good fortune. The man took instruction from a woman.
Sliding off him, she gave Jack as seductive a look as the excitement rushing through her system allowed. His reaction to the stockings and stilettos led her to believe he’d like what she had planned. At least she hoped he would, as she commanded, “Don’t move. The only part of you allowed to even twitch is your cock.”
She reinforced her words by caressing his swollen shaft from stem to tip. Tiny vibrations trembled steadily in rhythm to the cock ring’s momentum. Umm, the slow setting seemed to be sufficient, but if she turned it to high, what would happen? With a flick of her finger, the cock ring increased its pace. Jack visibly and audibly inhaled. His eyes closed and his lips narrowed. Shelley read the concentration in his face. It fueled her confidence to continue in this new adventure. “Keep your eyes closed.”
Coldness coated her skin the moment she released his hot cock. Phantom vibrations tingled in her palm. Reading disappointment on his face, she smiled as she turned and quietly walked to the chair. If he liked the silk before, wait ‘til he experienced what she had planned. Shelley bit the edge of her lower lip, gathered the stockings and twined them between her fingers. The silky softness turned her on. It was the main reason she wore them.
Shelley crawled onto the bed at Jack’s head and commanded, “Keep your eyes closed. You cannot touch me or stop what I’m doing. Nod if you agree.”
“Safe word,” he croaked on a strained whisper. “If I don’t like what you’re doing, can we have a safe word to stop, no questions asked?”
It amazed her that he asked for a safe word. She had no intentions of causing him bodily harm…yet. She sighed, then realized he’d want his turn at sexual payback. A safe word would be handy if he pushed her in a direction she wasn’t ready to take as well. “Okay. How about we use the word,” she thought for a moment, then stated something easy neither of them would forget, “cop.”
“Cop it is.”
“Now, don’t speak. You cannot say a word unless it’s cop and you want me to stop.”
The nod of his head encouraged her to continue.
She inched alongside of him, dragging the stockings lightly across his flesh. Chills coated his skin and he shivered. Torturing Jack caused her pussy to clench and moisture to form, upping her excitement. His cock bobbed the moment she wrapped the silk around it and did a slow back-and-forth tease with the soft material. His thighs pressed together as if it pained him to hold still and take the torment she offered. A quick jerk and she tugged the silk free of his cock. His body trembled and his lips parted but he said nothing.
Good. She licked her lips, then slid up the bed and cradled his head in her hand. She brushed the silk gently across his face before positioning it loosely over his eyes and tying it behind his head.
She eased from the bed, leaned close to his ear and whispered breathily, “Tonight you are my sex slave to do with as I please.”
Jack’s head turned in a vain attempt to capture her lips in a kiss, but failed as she stepped back. Beside the bed, she stood soaking in the glorious sight of Jack’s cock erect and trembling, balls swollen and red from the elastic band. Was it too tight? She leaned over without touching the bed or him and tested the tender sac with the tip of her tongue. His hissed intake of air and the taut flex of his lower abdominal muscles sent a rush of power through her system. A drop of pre-cum seeped from the slender slit. Not one to be wasteful, Shelley did a precise swipe of her tongue, tasting the salty sample.
“Ah,” she purred on a heated breath to the sensitive flesh of his cock’s head. Jack arched as if trying to locate her mouth. He was ripe for the game and she was ready to play. She picked up a bottle of warming massage oil from the items they’d taken from the chest and opened it.
Holding it about an inch above him, she poured a thin line of the cherry-flavored liquid from his navel up to his nipples. She capped the bottle and tossed it to the side as she climbed onto the bed and heated the oil with her breath. Every ounce of him tensed, which made her nipples hard and her pussy quiver. Watching him react had her on edge. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
She straddled his waist and did a sensual glide up his body, using her hands, pussy and inner thighs to massage the oil all over him. Her heart pounded and the need between her thighs escalated. When she worked her way back down his body, the solid rod of his vibrating cock thumped against her backside, causing a flood of pure volcanic heat to pool inside her.
Playtime was over. She moved off him, grabbed a condom and sheathed him in record time. Shelley pressed her weight onto her hands on his abdomen as she lifted her hips and guided her entrance onto his cock. Her oil-slicked pussy had no trouble taking his rock-hard shaft in to the hilt. The phenomenal full feeling set her soul on fire. The vibrating cock ring added to the thrill. Positioned well, the raised nubs massaged her clit into a swollen frenzy. Wet and ready, she set a violent pace from the start. If she thought she was bruised before, the wicked fuck she gave him now would no doubt leave her slightly battered.
But what a way to go. She growled and bucked, grasping for the supreme orgasm her overexcited system craved. Up, down, she ground into him, meeting the pump of his hips full force. She clasped his wrists and lifted his hands to her breasts. “Pinch my nipples,” she demanded.
Jack needed no prodding. The woman had him balanced on the edge of extreme pleasure mixed with a dose of exquisite pain. The strap aroun
d his balls had caused them to swell to the point he thought they’d explode. And when she licked them…it was all he could do not to ravish her. But instead, he’d dug deep and allowed her to lead in this round of their sexual adventure. Next time he planned to guide their exploration. There were a few things in her toy box he wanted to try. Allowing her to lead now would grant him the reins in what he hoped would be a series of sexual games.
Her use of the silk stockings to caress his cock and flesh had nearly been his undoing. The gentle touch sent chills across his skin and warmed him with each rub. That phenomenal lilac scent lingered, making his mouth water to taste her. Every ounce of him reacted to the soft silk, and when she used it to cover his eyes, it heated him to the point of a full-fledged boil within his soul. It had taken more than he thought he had to control his hands and keep them at his sides when all he wanted to do was fuck her hard until they both were exhausted.
The breath-heated oil electrified the nerve endings in his skin, sending shards of pleasurable pain straight to his core. Coolness iced a path up his middle as she poured. Heat seared his soul the moment her breath ignited the oil’s hidden trait. The grind of her pussy helping her hands and thighs coat him in the slick liquid made him want to growl in ecstasy, but he managed to swallow the sound and endure the fantastic sensations.
He never thought he’d ever let a woman lead during sex. In his book, it had always been the man’s position to control the pleasure. But Shelley taught him a new perspective, one that had his balls in a bunch ready to implode from her fine course in sexual stimulation. This was the first time a condom had been slipped onto his cock without him seeing it. Ribbed latex wrapped taut around his rigid rod only added to his desperate need to come. Condoms usually fit snug on him, but this one fit overly tight, intensifying his already painful erection.
