“Sounds glamorous.”
He chuckled. “It’s good champagne. And I made great cheese dip to go with it.”
“Is that the gourmet meal you promised me?”
“In the bag.” He held it up so she could see it. “The delivery dude got to the lobby just before you did.”
“And I thought you came down to meet me.”
“I’m willing to take the credit for it.”
Beth shook her head. “Nope. And I thought that you were going to do the cooking.”
“I made no promises to that effect. Hey, you said you didn’t feel like going out to another restaurant tonight. Anyway, we’ve gone to all my favorites and yours.”
She nodded, understanding his unspoken message: I want to get you alone. He probably assumed she had a roommate, although he had never asked. Nothing doing. She wasn’t about to invite him over to her place for an intimate dinner with wheezing Freddy and Miss Boom Bah.
The kitchenette wasn’t really big enough to cook in, anyway. She could just imagine Justin perched on her rump-sprung sofa with a plate on his lap and a Chinese takeout bag between them, rolling up shredded moo shu cabbage inside those thin pancakes and trying to make small talk while the gooey sauce squirted out the other end.
Too suggestive. Nothing doing. He’d finally asked her over and she’d said yes at once.
He led the way down a hall lined with…that couldn’t be lapis lazuli. She looked closer and touched a hand to the smooth, floor-to-ceiling panel. Maybe it was. The deep blue stone was speckled with tiny fragments of gold. How rich was he?
Okay, she admonished herself, his apartment, which he owned, was on this floor, but that didn’t mean he owned the whole floor and had paneled the hallways in semiprecious stone. Justin Watts didn’t seem like the kind of guy who had to show off to that degree. He didn’t really show off at all, despite his engaging, boyish enthusiasm. And as far as she knew, he wasn’t a billionaire, which would have been fairly weird. No, he was down-to-earth, even if he lived up in the clouds. She couldn’t wait to see his place.
“So you didn’t do the cooking. Hmm. Any other secrets to reveal, Justin?”
“Not just yet,” he said.
Watching his broad shoulders under the linen shirt he hadn’t bothered to tuck into his jeans, Beth was willing to bet that all would be revealed—meaning her fabulous new underwear—before midnight.
He used the same keycard to unlock his door and in they went.
Beth looked around. Huge windows gave an even better view of lower Manhattan by night. She almost ran to them. There were the massive gothic arches of the Brooklyn Bridge, joined by the delicate tracery of lights on the supporting cables. She could see for miles, over all of Brooklyn, low but lit up, and out into the harbor and beyond. Beth looked right and there was the Statue of Liberty, looking small and stalwart, her torch raised.
“Oh my God,” she breathed. “This is amazing. Just amazing.”
“Glad you like it. Haven’t been here long enough to decorate much. Walk around, make yourself at home.”
He got busy in the kitchen, unloading the bag as she did what he suggested. There wasn’t much furniture and it wasn’t too different from what any young, successful guy in Manhattan had. Leather sofa, nine feet long. Monster plasma TV. Squooshy leather armchairs with ottomans. In a bedroom she peeked into, a really big bed. There were a lot of rooms but some doors were closed and she wasn’t going to snoop.
She realized she was going in a circle, though, and that the apartment was a floor-through. My, my, my.
Beth ended up in the kitchen again, determined to sound casual. What could she possibly say that wouldn’t make her sound like a gold-digger or a hick from the sticks?
She was going to keep right on relating to him like he was just this incredibly cute, nice guy she worked with, that was all.
“So what’s for dinner?”
“Steak. Salad. Baked potatoes.” He ripped off the menu stapled to the bag and read aloud. “From Peter O’Grady’s legendary steakhouse, home of the hundred-dollar sirloin.”
“How bad can it be?”
He gestured at the foil containers lined up neatly on his kitchen counter, which she was relieved to see was made of mere granite. “Let’s eat.”
She picked up a fork and speared a piece of salad. “Can’t go wrong with the tried and true.”
“Is it? I guess food like that is still kinda new to me,” he laughed.
Beth didn’t really hear him say it. The lettuce she was chewing was very fresh and very crunchy.
He stuck a fork into a piece of sliced steak and ate it. “Fantastic,” he said. “Have some. Want a plate?”
“Not really,” she laughed, “I’m starving.”
He nodded. “Me too. What about the champagne?”
Beth slid the foil container of sliced steak in front of her. “Let’s have it with dessert.”
“Good idea.”
They were both starving and the movable feast disappeared pretty quickly. Satisfied, feeling pleasantly absentminded, Beth licked the tines of her fork when she was done. Justin noticed. Boy, did he notice. What she was doing made him stop eating.
“Are you trying to turn me on?”
She snorted and put the fork down. “No. Does that do it for you?”
“Your pretty pink tongue? Licking? Yeah,” he answered boldly. “It really does.”
Well, all right. They had gone from zero to sixty in less a second.
“That was fast,” she said.
He sighed. “No sense fighting it, then, is there? I really care about you, Beth. And you turn me on like no one else.”
She squirmed in her seat. Not as if she hadn’t imagined herself in his arms a thousand times already. But being here, alone with him, was different.
“What’s for dessert?” she asked.
“You are.” He smiled a slow, slow smile that was scorchingly sexy. It melted whatever was left of her resistance.
As it turned out, he knew how to take his time. He’d suggested a move to the sofa and a look at the ever-changing view, and eventually he’d opened the champagne.
Giddy from it, and her own excitement, she was lying on his bed in nothing but stockings attached to a gartered thong and a demi-cup bra.
“Wow,” was all he said as he stroked her legs. “You are incredible.”
Beth blushed, a head-to-foot feeling of warmth.
“Would you mind rolling over? I want to see what this pretty stuff looks like from the back,” he murmured.
“There’s not much of it.” She smiled, though, and rolled over on her tummy, supporting her head on her folded arms.
Justin’s big hands moved in sweeping caresses over her back and shoulders. He took a minute just to play with her hair, running his fingers through it and letting the long locks slide away from her neck.
With gentle pressure, using mostly his thumb, he rubbed her neck and went on down her spine from there.
Slow, small circles. Circles that seemed interconnected in some way, as if he was joining together parts of her that needed to get to know each other again. Beth felt a whole-body sense of profound relaxation. And trust.
“Mmm.”
He kept on rubbing. “Moan away. I want this to feel as good as possible.”
When his fingers reached the back part of her bra, he unhooked it and pushed the two parts away. Then he continued to massage her spine all the way down to her tailbone and up again to her neck.
Beth sighed with delight. He stopped and she could tell from the sounds of zippers and buttons that he was shedding his clothes.
She wanted to look and almost turned around…and then it occurred to her how wonderful it would be to experience him first just through his touch. The feel of his bare skin against hers.
And Justin didn’t disappoint her.
She felt him clamber onto the bed, pleasurably aware of the muscular hardness of the thighs that suddenly straddled her bare ass. The prickle of the fine ha
ir on them was stimulating. Little shivers of arousal coursed through her.
Staying up, he continued his luxurious massage of her back and shoulders. Every so often she felt his balls brush against her behind, and she smiled into the tumbling hair that covered the side of her face.
They felt soft but heavy, and tighter each time they touched down. His gentleness held an unmistakable strength, and she relaxed even more as the caressing pressure of his hands grew more intense.
He moved her hair away so that he could come down and kiss her neck and the one ear he could get at.
Then she felt it. His huge, silky-stiff cock rested between the cheeks of her bare ass. Not doing anything, not thrusting, just there.
He was down on his elbows now, his legs folded up, his whole body covering hers.
Justin kissed her neck and treated her to tiny bites on the nape. The sensation traveled down every nerve she had and ended up between her legs. In another few minutes, he licked and nipped at her ear, suckling on the lobe, and had her dripping wet. The soft front panel of the thong was soaked.
Usually she would never get that hot without nipple play and it was incredible to even imagine how good that was going to be.
Beth began to rock under him, savoring the feel of that big, hard body covering her but not weighing her down. He slid down a hand under her, moving it over the front of her hips, until he could slip a probing finger into her wet thong panties.
Her clit just about jumped when he touched it. He sighed with warm satisfaction into her ear. “There it is. You’re as hard as I am.”
“Yeah?” she murmured, giving a sensual, almost inaudible laugh. “But you’ve got a good nine inches on me. That feels like quite a cock.”
“Like it?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Want it?”
“You know I do,” she whispered.
“It’s almost in you,” he whispered back. He continued to kiss and nip her neck while he pressed down a little more and played with her clit through the panties. The sheer size of his rod kept her ass cheeks apart.
Justin withdrew his finger and touched it to her lips. “Taste yourself. I want to see that pretty pink tongue again.”
She darted it out and licked his finger daintily.
“You’re delicious,” he said.
“If you say so,” she murmured. She turned her head a little more so she could open her mouth and suck on his finger, letting him slide it in and out.
His breathing got faster and his cock got stiffer.
“I can’t wait to taste you myself,” was the last thing he said before he rose up again. But he stayed essentially where he was, still straddling her, only lower down.
This time it was her ass that got the royal treatment.
Justin placed a big, warm hand on each cheek and began to alternate strokes and squeezes.
Not quite aware she was doing it, Beth began to moan.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh. Oh…. ohhhh. Don’t stop…ohhh.”
Now he was pushing her hips down into the soft, ultra-comfortable bed but doing it lightly. Still, the repeated press-and-release motion was incredibly exciting.
He stopped and she held her breath.
Staying on his knees, Justin moved out of the straddle and to the side. Then he got off the bed and she heard him walk around.
She stayed motionless. Whatever he wanted to do was fine with her.
Beth smiled a hidden smile when she felt his hands encircle her ankles and spread her legs with a swift, strong motion that left no doubt in her mind that he was staring at her juicy pussy. The thong front had been pulled between her labia, which were freshly shaved and exquisitely sensitive.
The powder-puff of springy curls she left at the top couldn’t be seen in this position. Just plump, utterly feminine flesh split in two, begging to take cock.
He sighed as he looked his fill, holding her ankles more tightly than before.
“I wish you could see yourself like this,” he said at last.
Beth raised her head but she didn’t turn around. “I masturbate with a hand mirror sometimes, but I can’t get this view. Glad you like it.”
“Oh, I do.” He didn’t speak for just a beat. “Tell me about that. Tell me how you do it with a mirror.”
He let go of her ankles and kneeled between them, rubbing her ass again, taking a voluptuous pleasure in doing it extra slowly.
“I use a dildo,” she murmured. “I hold the mirror in the other hand. It’s an antique dildo, made of sterling silver.”
He chuckled in a very soft, very male voice.
“And where’d you get that?”
“In London, of all places. In one of those goddess shops.”
“Sterling silver, huh? I’d love to see that penetrating your beautiful, slippery, pink pussy.”
“It feels really good. And it gets warm quickly, almost hot. It’s different from the plastic ones. It’s not that big. Nowhere near as big as you.”
“Just right for starters, hmm?”
She nodded.
“Go on.”
Beth sighed with pleasure. He had begun to push her down into the bed again. She wasn’t sure of how much more she could take before she flipped over and begged him to fuck her if he had to shred the thong to do it.
“Where was I?”
“The mirror.”
“Right. I hold it so I can see all of my pussy and I get the silver dildo nice and slick on the outside. Then I put it most of the way in.”
“Mmm,” he said. “I can see you doing that.”
“Then I tease my clit. If my pussy gets too excited, the dildo begins to rise and I push it back in. The base is kind of swollen and kind of flat so it can’t go all the way in.”
“Unlike me. Because I will. When you’re ready.”
Beth stretched luxuriously, enjoying the absolute best ass massage she’d ever had for as long as he was willing to do it.
“Then I put the mirror aside,” she said after a while.
“Yes. And?” He knew better than to quit.
“I hold the base of the dildo and thrust it in and out while I pinch my clit. I try—” She faltered for a moment. Thinking about what she had done for solo pleasure combined with what he was doing to her right now was about to make her have an orgasm. And this was only the foreplay, she thought with wonder.
“Yes?”
“I try to make my fingers feel like tight lips on my clit. Sucking me and sucking me until I come—I want to come—oh!”
Several playful but pleasurably strong slaps on the ass from Justin put that thought out of her mind.
In another second, he had her turned over. And then she saw him naked.
He was much better than her imagination. The solid muscles of his torso were beautifully cut and sprinkled with fine, dark hair that twirled into a narrow trail down past his bellybutton, a sexy innie.
That pointed straight to his gorgeous, thick cock, which he was holding.
He let out a ragged breath. “I’m trying to get a grip. You make it hard, Beth.”
He looked down, drinking her in. The bra had fallen off the bed when she turned and her breasts were still bouncing.
Justin let go of his cock and bent over her on all fours, sucking one nipple and caressing the other under his circling palm. He reversed his attentions until both breasts were wildly stimulated. She cupped them in her hands and squeezed to intensify the pleasure he was giving her, squeezed so that her fingernails dug into her own soft flesh, leaving little scratches.
Justin rose onto one hand and stopped her, kissing each mark lovingly and soothingly.
“Your tits are hotter than your ass, if that’s possible,” he murmured, stroking them next. “All of you is round and gorgeous. You’re made for sex, do you know that?”
Beth shook her head. Her hair was tangled, hot underneath her. She was frustrated as hell, but enjoying this to the max.
“What
do you want me to do next?”
Beth reached down and ran a finger over the front of his cock, down the part like a seam and up into the split part of the plum-like head, all the way down and then up again, over and over.
Her subtle stroking obviously excited him. He held still, but finally trembled when a pearly drop of precum welled from the head and stayed there on the heated, swollen skin. She swiped it off with a fingertip and popped it into her mouth, savoring the thick saltiness taste while she looked into his mesmerized eyes.
“Get over my mouth,” she whispered.
Justin did—the bed was huge and there was plenty of room for them to try a hundred different positions.
She looked up, her eyes half-closed with pure pleasure at the sight of everything he had between his legs but much closer now: heavy, big balls and that unbelievable cock.
She reached for a pillow, rolled it under her head, and began to lick him exactly as she guessed he wanted to be licked—thoroughly and sensually. She gave him long strokes along the shaft, teasing ones over the head, wet, eager laps over and around his balls until he began to moan, gripping his thighs until the veins on his hands stood out just to keep upright in the precise position for her to pleasure him orally like this.
He tasted so good. His smell was a combination of plain clean and pure man. She nuzzled between his legs, breathing it in. Then Beth stopped and encircled her fingers around his cock, pushing him back a little with one hand on his groin.
“I want this,” she said. “Get ready.”
Never had she seen a man get up, find a condom, and sheathe himself that fast. She got rid of the thong and the stockings in record time herself. Just watching him roll the nearly transparent latex on as his huge rod strained against his hand turned her on. A lot.
In another second Justin was over her on all fours, lifting one of her legs over his bent arm. She could just reach to help him position the head, but her hand was almost caught between their bodies when he suddenly rammed into her with a rough cry.
Oh, God. His eyes widened as he looked into hers, the sensation of that first, deep penetration thrilling them both.
“More,” she begged. “Give it to me hard. I want it hard. I want you—”
His thrusts were charged with erotic energy, his body vibrating with it. Bucking under him, taking all nine very hot inches deep inside her pussy again and again, Beth wanted to scream with pleasure, but bit her lip instead.
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