Then he met her gaze. “You feel like heaven,” he told her. They were still for a long moment before he drew back, sliding partway out of her.
She couldn’t verbalize how she felt. When he was all the way in, he pressed against her clit and against every sensitive nerve inside her pussy. But the feeling of him sliding was exquisite. She waited until he moved forward again to flex her hips, pulling him back inside while letting him set the rhythm. His lips tightened in concentration. It’s okay, Sir, you can come. You’ve earned it.
He leaned back, resting his head on the bed. He squeezed her breasts in his meaty hands, rubbing rough thumbs over her tender, tingling peaks. Each touch there sent a spark directly to her core, mingling with the fire building in her pussy and the lightning that ran through her body every time he jolted her clit with his pubic bone at the end of a thrust.
She watched his face and realized he was holding back, trying to make her come first. She thought for a moment of resisting, of insisting on pleasuring him first to pay for the times she’d come without him, but she realized it was hopeless. Her body was a traitor to that cause. And besides, she wanted his release, and if the best way to do that was to have her own, why argue?
His thrusts made her lift off the bed. Even with her on top, his strength powered them forward and he set the pace. Each time he filled her brought her closer. He plucked at her nipples with the skill of a master violinist, and moved his hips at the right time and angle to maximize the sensations she felt.
When he clapped his other hand to her bottom, half slap and half grasp, she couldn’t hold the explosion back any longer. Shudders rippled through her body as she came. His low cry joined her moan as he arched and pulsed inside her, uniting with her in ecstasy. Her pussy contracted, holding him inside and milking him until the last wave of pleasure rolled over them both.
Suddenly they were still and silent. She blinked, looking down at him. A satisfied smile crossed his face. It might have even been a smirk. Climbing on him, having sex with him, making love to him, had all come naturally enough. But now what?
“You’re beautiful, baby,” he told her. He grabbed her by the waist and ass and rolled her over, pulling her toward the center so they didn’t fall off the bed. He stayed inside her. “Such a sweet, sweet fuck.”
Thank god he didn’t say he loved me, because I think I might have said it back. And then where would we be? “You’re a sweet fuck too.” She giggled. The words didn’t seem nearly as natural when she said them.
He reached down and held the condom as he slid out, never taking his eyes off hers. “Ohh,” she moaned at the unwelcome emptiness.
“We can do it again,” he promised. “Just this time I’d like to get my clothes all the way off first.” He tossed the condom into the wastebasket.
She laughed. Doing it again sounded good. “I’ll make some coffee while you recover.” She scrambled off the bed and started for the kitchen, and then stopped. “On second thought, I’ll watch you strip. If that’s okay, Sir.”
He winked. “Sounds fair to me. I won’t be so elegant though.” He sat on the edge, pulled his pants off his ankles and got his socks along the way, and then stood.
Elegant? Whatever else she’d been, she rather doubted she’d been elegant. But his voice held no mockery. For that matter, she hadn’t thought a man could look good in just an unbuttoned shirt before, but he looked great. His eagerness for her had been flattering. In fact, she hadn’t even minded standing naked in front of him. It felt right.
And yet, she knew what would feel even more right. She knelt on the floor in front of him, her knees sinking into the plush white carpet. Encouraged by his smile, she moved her hands behind her back and grasped her right wrist in her left hand.
His cock was awfully close, and was still semihard. And getting harder. Her eyes widened.
“You kinda have that effect on me, darlin’. Especially kneeling.”
She blushed. He knew where she was looking, obviously. She looked up as he pulled his shirt off. Nice, rounded shoulders. God, he’s built. But then his cock was still at eye level, and it was hard to look away from that for long. “Would it have more of an effect if I spread my legs a little?”
“Yes. And even more if you took me into your mouth.”
“Was that a direction, Sir?” She spread her knees apart. She didn’t care that she was exposed, as long as it turned him on.
“There might be a little latex taste leftover. Can you deal with that?”
She was surprised he cared. “Yes.” She didn’t want to taste anything but him, but it was worth it.
“Then it’s an order, darlin’.” He nested his hands in her tresses.
“Mmm.” He didn’t seem to need any more help recovering. By the time her lips made contact with the purplish head of his cock, he was fully erect again. There was no way she could take all of that in her mouth. Stu’s dick hadn’t been half that size. If he tried to force his way down her throat the way Stu always did, she’d gag for sure. The strangest thing was, even though she’d always hated that, she didn’t care. Hopefully, Nick would do as he pleased.
He didn’t push her down, just gently nudged, his hand featherlight on the back of her head. She took more of him in, fighting the urge to grab him with a hand or two to stop his cock from going in too far. She trusted him. He tasted salty, but what really struck her was the deep, masculine, musky smell of him. She wanted to take him farther in just so her nose could nuzzle closer to his body.
Even the light pressure he was exerting disappeared by the time the tip of his cock tickled against the back of her throat. She relaxed. She wasn’t totally in control, but she had enough. She swallowed and edged him back deeper. She wanted to take as much of him as she possibly could.
Then suddenly, it was too much. She wanted to take him all the way down, and her body rebelled, choking and making her eyes tear until she pulled back. She couldn’t even keep her hands in place, although they weren’t doing anything useful. She looked up at him, dreading what his expression might hold.
But all she saw was concern. “Easy, darlin’. I see you need some guidance. Let’s try that again. Just a few inches this time.”
She nodded, glad he hadn’t given up on her. She slid her lips over his cock again, feeling them stretch at his girth, her tongue brushing against the underside. He tasted better now; maybe she’d cleaned off all the latex the first time. His hands were on the side of her head, his grip still gentle but firm. Slowly he guided her down, and then stopped her before her gag reflex kicked in again. He held her there for a second while her breathing settled. Then, to her surprise, he slid her back rather than farther on.
This time, he moved his hand to the top of her head, burying his fingers in her hair again. His hand felt wonderful there. His other hand tugged at her right shoulder, and she gave him her hand. He wrapped it around the base of his shaft, positioning so that the edge of her fist was where her lips had reached, and then tapped on the back of her skull once.
She didn’t have to be told twice. He was showing her exactly how he wanted it, without lecturing and without acting as if she should already know. The hand might be there to protect her from gagging, but it was there because he wanted it to be. She gave his shaft a squeeze, and slid her mouth down it once more, pressing her lips as tightly over it as she could. A barely audible moan told her all she needed to know. But it didn’t hurt her ego any that he told her too. “Perfect, darlin’.”
She put her other hand on his hard, muscled thigh to help steady herself. She licked along the underside of his cock, moving her tongue left to right as she slowly moved back, letting him almost escape her mouth before going down on him again. His moan got louder. She hummed in satisfaction, imagining the vibrations traveling all the way up his spine.
“You keep doing that, you’re going to get a mouthful,” he said, his voice making it sound like a warning.
She let him go for a moment. “As long as I get to please
you, I’m happy, Sir. Yours to use, as you wish.” She shivered, hearing her own voice say the words. But she wasn’t afraid. Not of Nick.
“You’ve been hard used, love, I want to go gentle on you.”
She smiled. “I don’t think you need to worry. You’re not a hard user.” She took his cock back into her mouth. She didn’t trust herself not to say something she’d have to take back. I can’t be falling in love with him. But even if I am, I can’t let him know. It’s not fair to either of us.
A moment later, his cock pulsed and swelled in her mouth, just as she was withdrawing, her lips even with the edge of his glans. She hesitated for a moment between pulling off and diving forward. His hand guided her forward without forcing, and she knew what he wanted. She tugged with her hand as she brought her mouth toward it, and then he flooded her mouth, his seed salty and strong on her tongue. She swallowed, relishing the way it burned going down her throat. Like whiskey, she felt she ought to hate it, and yet she didn’t. His cock kept throbbing, giving her more, and she sucked it all up eagerly, proud she hadn’t let a drop escape.
“Oh Zoe, darlin’.”
She pressed her lips together as she let him escape her mouth at last, and looked up at him. “Did I please you, Sir?”
“You know you did. You just want to make me say it.” He laughed. “Yes, you pleased me. Do please me. And I hate to say it, but it might take me a few minutes to recover from that.”
She grinned. “We have all night.”
“Good.” Did she imagine the look of sadness that crossed his face? Just the one night. Was he thinking it too?
Chapter Seven
She’d told him he didn’t need to come to the airport with her. Did she honestly think he wouldn’t?
“Well, if you’re ever in the States, look me up.” Zoe said the words breezily enough. But in her unguarded moments, she looked as if she was heading for a firing squad. He’d been sneaking lots of peeks while she checked her baggage. He wanted to think her grim face was because she knew she was going to miss him, but he had a feeling there was more going on than that. Was she in danger?
Nick knew he was going to miss her. But he’d also known from the start that she was from half a world away, and that she’d return there. He hadn’t had any illusions. He’d fantasized about her turning around and saying she wasn’t going, but he didn’t expect it. He needed to deal with reality, and that started with asking the question that bothered him.
“Are you going to be safe?”
“Me? Of course. No place as safe as Texas.” She grinned, and again he questioned its sincerity. “I think Stu and I are going to have to have a little chat, but he’ll see he has to move on. He’s mean but he’s not stupid. And it’s not as if he ever loved me. He’s not going to risk his precious self to do anything to me.”
“You loved him once, didn’t you?”
“I said I would be safe. I never claimed to be smart.”
Nick frowned at her. “No, but you clearly are. Being smart doesn’t mean not making mistakes.”
Zoe laughed hollowly. “I certainly never claimed not to make mistakes. I’ll send email, okay? I promise, if you’re really concerned.”
“I don’t know if I have reason to be concerned, but I definitely care. So email would be appreciated.”
Zoe stood on her toes and kissed him. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, Nick. For giving me courage, and for showing me your beautiful city. What’s the saying you taught me? She’ll be right, mate! I’ll be right. Better than ever. I’m not going to settle for anything less for myself.”
He grinned at her. “Good on you.”
She laughed again, and this time maybe she meant it. “I’m going to miss hearing you talk.” She covered her mouth. “I didn’t mean that as insulting or patronizing or anything.”
He kissed her back. “Wasn’t taken that way. I’m going to miss you too.”
“Maybe we could have a chat on the internet someday. I think I’ve always thought cybering and such was just a little lame, but I might be persuaded, for you.”
He’d always thought it was lame himself. He wanted a real woman in his arms, and there was usually no shortage of women willing to be there. But for Zoe, maybe. “We should definitely chat. The rest, we’ll see how it goes, okay?”
“It’s too far for a relationship.”
He wanted to argue. But he didn’t want to lie to her either. So he nodded.
“I better go. Don’t want to miss my plane.”
He nodded again. What was there to say? Stay. I can give you a job helping me in the office. He didn’t want her to go, but he didn’t want to make it harder on her either. His role had been to help her heal so that she could find a good relationship someday. A relationship with some other man. The thought made his gut twist painfully, but he knew he should wish her well. “Have a good life, Zoe.”
She turned away before she managed, “You too.” Were those tears in her eyes, making them glisten? She broke into a run after a couple of steps. She wasn’t that late, but airports did their best to make everyone worry about time, and he had to leave the decision of when to go in her hands. He didn’t want her to catch the damn plane in the first place.
So he watched her from afar as she got in the line for the security screeners. She didn’t look back. Maybe it was better that way. Even though he hungered for her glance, another meeting of gazes probably wouldn’t help either of them cope. Eventually, they waved her through, she picked up her purse on the other side and headed out of sight.
I’m gonna be a long time forgetting her.
He headed home.
* * * * *
Five weeks later
“You want what?” Nick asked.
Blake Andrews’ Texan drawl reminded him of Zoe, as if he needed anything to remind him. He hadn’t forgotten her voice, her face, her body or anything about her.
“I want you to bring some of your boys to Dallas and see if they have what it takes to become punters.”
He knew enough about gridiron, or as Americans called it, football, to know that a punter wasn’t someone who stood in line to place a bet. Since all positions in Australian rules football involved kicking the ball for distance and accuracy, and hell, actually using your feet, Australian kids developed skills few Americans did. A number of them had been recruited to serve as punters on teams in America, with some success. But this guy was talking about recruiting for high school football teams. Surely that wouldn’t merit importing talent from abroad.
“Of course, they’ll have to learn to wear pads and stuff. We play rough over here,” said the Texan.
“Bah. If you were tough as an Aussie, you wouldn’t need the pads. How close is Dallas to Fort Worth, anyhow?”
“Just a hop, skip and a jump. Why?”
“Just wondering. And you’ll pay the kids’ expenses?”
“Yep, both ways.”
Nick shook his head. Who’d foot the international flight bills for a bunch of high school athletes? Apparently they took their gridiron pretty seriously in Texas, even at that level. The man claimed to represent a consortium of high schools. He’d follow up and do some research to make sure Blake was on the up-and-up. “Well, I’ll talk to the lads and their parents and see what they think. I’ll get back to you next Tuesday?”
“Sounds good. I look forward to meeting you, Nick. I hear you’re one of the best. We’ll have some local kids there too, seeing if they can pick up a bit from you and your boys. Later!”
Nick clicked the phone off and leaned back in his chair. Zoe had emailed him as soon as she got home, and for weeks they had chatted virtually every day. But now it had been a week since he’d heard from her. He’d gotten no replies to his emails. Their last conversation had been about politics, and he’d thought they’d been in agreement more or less, although it was hard to tell because he knew only slightly more about Democrats and Republicans than she knew about Liberals and Labor. But it was hard to read pe
ople over email, and it was easy to mistake silence for assent.
He didn’t give a damn what her politics were, but maybe he’d offended her in some way. Still, he’d thought she’d have the guts to say something to break it off, if that was what it was about. No matter how strong she seemed though, he couldn’t forget she’d been hurt deeply. She was safe enough from him, ten thousand miles away—heck, she’d be safe from him a foot away—but getting beat up could make one instinctively avoid conflict.
The other possibility was that something bad had happened, and she was in a hospital somewhere. He’d mentioned to her that one of the downsides of knowing someone only online was that one had no way to know if something bad happened. They’d agreed to send each other an email address for someone to contact, but she’d never gotten to it.
Maybe she’d met someone. Again, he thought she’d let him know. He’d had a sub he’d thought of as a friend blow him off completely a few months after they’d broken up, and later on had her breezily explain that her new Master had ordered her to have nothing to do with him, as if that justified it. He couldn’t see Zoe getting in that kind of relationship though. She’d gone through an abusive situation before, and she’d be quick to recognize another one. She was strong now. Wasn’t she?
Even if he flew out, he’d have little time to look for her. His first priority would have to be the kids he brought with him, as much as he might want it to be otherwise. Possibly a parent or two could be convinced to come along, and that would give him a little free time. But he didn’t have her address or her phone number. He knew her full name, but he’d already checked for a phone and address listing online, and there wasn’t one. She’d mentioned the name of the BDSM club she used to go to, Secrets, but she hadn’t sounded as if she had plans to go there again anytime soon. That was his only lead, other than checking hospitals.
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