by Lisa G Riley
“Well, I’m glad I could be of help.” Nicholas bent his head to place a kiss on her shoulder. “What do you think,” he asked between the kisses he was tracing on the skin leading to her neck, “of my being even more helpful and showing you just how much pleasure this beautiful body of yours can give you?”
Mel shivered from the feel of his beard and mustache brushing against her skin. Her eyes fell shut, and she unconsciously let her head fall back when his lips reached her neck, granting him better access. She licked her lips, and her hands clenched when he took a nip of her ear. “I think…mmm…I think that I would like that.”
Nicholas allowed the relief to surge through his body before he said anything. Pushing her gently away from him, he looked into her eyes. “Are you sure, Melinda?”
Mel nodded. She realized that she’d come tonight for just that. She wanted him to be the one to give her an orgasm, which is why she hadn’t done it herself earlier that day. “I want you to make me come, Nicholas.”
Nicholas smiled. Somehow, that just didn’t sound right coming from proper Melinda. “Talk about not mincing words. All right, sweetheart. Your wish is not only my command, but it’s my pleasure. First things first,” he said as he twirled some of her hair around his finger. “I want you to strip for me.”
7
Mel looked at him. “Excuse me?”
Nicholas smiled again. He rubbed her arms soothingly. “I said that I need you to strip for me. If this is going to work, you have to give up some control. And if you’re going to give up control, you have to trust me first. Melinda, do you trust me?”
Her eyes flashed a combination of fear and indignation before she swallowed and looked away. “I guess I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t,” she mumbled. “But I don’t see how taking off my clothes will help the situation.” He chuckled and she realized what she’d said. She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Oh, you know what I mean, Nicholas. Of course I would need to take off my clothes—”
“Good,” Nicholas said, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Now, take off your clothes, sweetheart.”
Knowing how difficult that would be, Mel scooted away from him on the sofa, frowning when he simply followed her. “I don’t think I can do that.”
“Will you at least try? If it’s something you just can’t do, I promise I’ll leave you alone about it.”
She studied his face, trying to gauge his sincerity.
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her mouth. “You can do it, Lindy.” He knew he was pushing her, but he also knew that stripping was one of the ultimate ways to give up control. Without her clothing, she’d feel completely exposed.
Taking a deep breath, Melinda frowned as she had a conversation in her head between who she’d come to think of as sane Mel and horny Mel, who talked in italics.
Giving a striptease would take a lot of courage.
But I want Nicholas, more than anything I’ve ever wanted before.
You’d be naked and it doesn’t look like he’s gonna take his clothes off any time soon.
But I want Nicholas.
You’d be naked.
But I want Nicholas.
You’d be naked.
He can give me an orgasm. That’ll do it, she thought and stood. “Where do you want me?” she asked resolutely after taking a deep breath.
“Hold on.” Nicholas quickly stood. “Don’t move, I’ll be right back,” he threw over his shoulder as he hurried from the room.
A little angry now, Melinda scowled. “Well, I like that. He’d better hurry up before I change my damned mind.” Sorely tempted to sneak out the door to her car and safety, she subconsciously let her eyes search the room for her purse.
“Okay, I’m back,” Nicholas said as he entered the room again.
Both of Melinda’s brows arched at the sight of what was in his hands. He carried a wall mirror. It was about four feet tall. “Uh, just what do you think you’re going to do with that?”
“You’ll see.” He leaned the mirror against the couch and turned to the table. Lifting one end of the heavy piece of furniture, he pushed it back a few inches and then walked a couple of feet to his left so that the table was at an angle to the sofa. Picking up the mirror, he leaned it against the table and sat back down. “Perfect,” he mumbled as he checked his reflection. “Okay, now, Melinda, please take off your clothes.”
Her eyes still stuck on the mirror, Mel threw a startled look his way. “Just what kind of freak do you think I am—”
“You promised to trust me,” he interrupted her softly.
“Yes, but—”
“No buts. Either you trust me or you don’t. I promise, I won’t hurt you.”
Nervous, Mel licked her lips. She looked at him again. His eyes seemed to promise her the world if she’d just let go. She reached over her shoulder again for the zipper to her dress. She’d better get a damned orgasm out of this!
Nicholas watched as she licked her lips, her tongue briefly touching on her freckle. He narrowed his eyes against the heat that was invading his body. She pulled the zipper down as far as she could reach and then turned the dress around so she could have better access to the zipper. He saw a brown nipple peek out through the opening and stifled a groan, glad he hadn’t known earlier that she wasn’t wearing a bra. He’d have tortured himself just thinking about it during dinner.
She slid the zipper all the way down, her hands holding the sides together over her breasts for a moment. His eyes went to her face again. He was surprised to find her eyes on his. He smiled reassuringly. Come on, Lindy, you can do it, he thought. She went back to concentrating on what she was doing. He watched as she pushed the dress down her body, first exposing both breasts, then her flat belly, slim hips covered in a brief bit of black silk, and finally her feet. She bent both knees and stepped out of the dress, straightening again to lay it over the arm of the sofa.
Mel felt thoroughly self-conscious and wanted nothing more than to put her clothes back on and go home. Her hands went to her panties, and, realizing they were the final barriers protecting her, she paused and couldn’t move them. She looked over at Nicholas, who didn’t say anything as he looked into her eyes. His eyes didn’t urge her to do it, nor did they show disapproval or disappointment. They were just accepting. Quickly, because she needed to do it before she changed her mind, she pushed the panties down her legs and stepped out of them. She kicked off the sandals.
With nothing on but earrings now, she stood with her arms hanging tensely at her sides. Nicholas could do nothing but stare. His breathing labored and sweat breaking out on his brow, he let his eyes travel the length of her body several times.
Feeling so vulnerable and exposed that she wanted to hide, Mel did her best to resist covering her body with her hands. Besides, she thought irrationally, fighting the urge to giggle, which parts would you choose? You’ve only got two hands. She swallowed, wishing he would say something. Anything. She knew she was on the skinny side, and her breasts were kind of small, but things weren’t that bad, were they? She wished she knew what he was thinking, but she couldn’t tell because his lids were at half mast as he stared at her body.
This trust thing is for the birds and Nicholas can kiss my ass, she thought. Scowling now, she was on the verge of reaching for her dress when he finally spoke. The words vibrated through her and she looked at him again. His eyes were full of what she could only describe as greedy lust and she felt her knees go weak.
“Christ Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he finally growled after staring at her for long moments. He’d planned to take things slowly so that he could ease her into the pleasure. Now he wondered how in the hell he was going to do that. He was ready to plunge deep.
“Come here, Lindy,” he said and held out his hand.
Blindly, Mel took it and climbed into his lap when he tugged on her hand. Feeling a little awkward, especially because she was nude and he was still fully clothed, she turned sideways—away from the mirror—raised her knees t
o her chest, and buried her face in them. “What are we doing, Nicholas?” she asked in a stifled voice, strangely feeling even more vulnerable now that she was in his lap.
Nick rubbed her thigh from knee to butt and back again, smiling when he felt her tremble slightly before she leaned into the caress. “You, my sweet, are about to be pleasured beyond your wildest dreams. Now, bend down here and give me your mouth.”
Mel blinked once before comprehension dawned. She leaned down and softly laid her lips on his, sudden hunger for him making her open them. She let herself be free to explore, even going so far as to rub her lips over his mustache before sucking his top lip into her mouth like he’d done hers the day before. Moaning, she moved closer and wrapped her arms around his neck and felt her hardened nipples push into his chest and rub against the material of his shirt.
Her nipples puckered some more from the movement, and liking the sensation, she deliberately made sure they rubbed across the material again…and again. At the same time, she was sucking his tongue into her mouth and biting at his lips, unable to get enough of him. Excitement thrummed through her body, and the feather-light touches of his fingers on her thigh were only making it worse.
“You like to have your breasts touched, don’t you?” he asked.
Mel nodded, too breathless to speak.
“Tell me how.” He pinched one lightly between his fingers. “Like that?”
Mel’s mouth fell open on a small gasp before she was able to speak. “A little harder,” she whispered.
Nicholas pinched the nipple harder, giving it a little twist. “How about like this?”
Mel couldn’t speak. Her eyes fell shut as he gave the other nipple the same treatment, and her head fell back on a long, drawn-out groan. She purred her agreement instead.
She heard him groan as he leaned forward and kissed the exposed skin under her jaw, nipping and sucking it as he trailed his lips down her throat until he reached the hollow of her neck, laving it repeatedly with his tongue. He followed the natural line of her body to the swell of her breasts, making her arch her back and push her flesh against his mouth.
A short shriek escaped her throat when he sucked her nipple deep into the caverns of his mouth and plied it with his tongue. The bite he gave her nipple was just enough to make her feel some pain.
Mel was beside herself with pleasure and could only think to lift her other breast and brush that nipple back and forth around his mouth until he released the first one and sucked the second one in. Oh, God! She needed so much more, she thought as she slid her ass on his thigh and felt how wet she’d already made his pants. She lifted her other breast and rubbed it against his beard, moaning at the dual sensations she was receiving. “Nicholas, please,” she begged him.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m going to take care of you,” he assured her, and slipped his hand between her thighs.
She squirmed in his lap, feeling his rock-hard penis through his jeans. His fingers traced a path down her inner thighs and she let them fall open. One finger slowly circled her clit, teasing her, and she fell forward to rest her forehead against him. “Please, Nicholas,” she said again, unable to stand the waiting.
He snagged her lips in a kiss. “What do you want me to do, Melinda?” he asked against her wet lips.
She closed her eyes, breathing harshly against his mouth. “I want you to touch…to touch me. Will you touch me, Nicholas? Please.”
Unaware that her husky words were reminding him of his fantasy of her in his office chair, she moaned when greedily, he let his finger zero in on her clit and gently slid it against the smooth, throbbing little nubbin. Her fingers clenched on his shoulders when he took another finger and dipped it along her slick folds before bringing it to join the other. His fingers dripping with her essence now, he took her clit between the two and pinched and rubbed.
She let her head fall to his shoulder and pushed against his hand frantically, loving the feel of the rough material of his jeans against her naked skin. She was quickly working her way to an orgasm, the rough material exciting her more and helping her along. When he pressed the pad of his thumb on her clit, she screeched and came halfway out of his lap.
“You like that, baby?” he growled, and pressed the little button again.
She couldn’t answer; the pleasure was too exquisite. She bit his shoulder and opened her thighs wider, feeling like she was coming out of her skin when he pinched her clit between his fingers again. Now he was back to rubbing it, and she strained to keep up with his rhythm, her hips pushing and jerking spasmodically. The emotions rioted inside her, bringing with them such a forceful heat that for a moment she was afraid that the inferno would burn her alive. The feeling that she was going to break apart and lose herself was imminent, and while she strained to beat it back, she was also a little scared.
Subconsciously, she squeezed her thighs together, trapping his hand and the feelings.
Using his other hand, Nicholas gently pushed her knees apart, forcing her thighs open again. “It’s all right, baby, just roll with the feelings. Let them take you over,” he crooned.
She heard his voice as if from a distance and lifted her head to look at him. Her eyes were drawn to his mouth; unable to stop herself, she bent to kiss him, rubbing her lips across his mustache and her breasts against his chest again. His fingers were still driving her mad, and she stopped fighting the heat and the swirling emotions, sliding her ass back and forth and pushing her flesh against his fingers. Suddenly all the heat and the emotions gathered to thump heavily in one spot and then broke apart to explode and travel to other parts of her body. She stiffened from the force of the impact, throwing her head back and letting out a series of screams that carried one distinct word. Nicholas.
8
Nicholas rubbed his hand soothingly down Mel’s back, wondering just how long she planned to keep her face hidden in his neck. It had already been at least two minutes. He knew the orgasm had shaken her and that she was probably also embarrassed, but it had been beautiful to watch and had made him even harder and hornier. And he wasn’t finished with her yet.
Mel knew she couldn’t stay like that forever, but she honestly couldn’t move. She felt lethargic, her limbs and neck too heavy to lift. She sighed, actually feeling like she could take a brief nap. She resisted snuggling, but only because she wanted more of what he had just given her. Tiredly she lifted her head to look at him.
“Ah, Sleeping Beauty stirs,” Nicholas teased her and laughed when she blushed. He rubbed her back some more. “Are you all right, Lindy?”
Mel arched a brow. “What do you think? Aren’t you the one who told me that orgasms are our friends?” She smiled when he chuckled. “I didn’t know it could be like that,” she said, her voice a little awed.
“It can be even better,” he assured her.
Her look said stop playing. She pressed her lips to his with a murmured “thank you.”
Nicholas bit her lip, taking the kiss from chaste to amorous in a matter of seconds. He slid his hand under her ass and fingered the small swath of skin that separated her vagina from her anus, holding her tightly when she jerked against him and moaned into his mouth.
Mel lifted her head and looked at him in surprise. Her eyes were drenched with renewed need, and she tried not to squirm as he continued to finger that incredibly sensitive skin. “Again, Nicholas?” she barely gasped out before closing her eyes and concentrating on the pleasure. She wiggled against him and scooted back so that her butt rested between his thighs, and his fingers could move with more freedom.
He gently swiped the pad of his fingers across her perineum one last time before sliding his hand a little farther up to slip his finger inside her opening; her eyes popped open in surprise. They were soon closing again in pure delight as he slid the finger in and out.
Mel hummed low in her throat, her heart beating in time to the slow movement of his finger. In and out. She planted her feet more firmly on the couch, her toes digging into the
leather as she began to move her hips in rhythm with the sliding of his finger. In and out. She concentrated fiercely on this and began to feel the heat rising in her stomach again. She looked at Nicholas through her lashes, unable to even lift her lids. He looked to be enjoying it as much as she. In and out…in and out…in and out.
She actually felt her clit begin to strain upward, getting harder and harder with each stroke of his finger. Begging for his touch now, it pulsed with need. Mel swallowed with difficulty. “Hmm…Ni-Ni-Nicholas.” She stopped because the last stroke felt too good for her to do anything else. She tried again. “Nicholas…ahhh…ohhhh…will you…um, touch it?”
He hugged her around the waist with his free arm and turned her in his lap. Her breath quickened in surprise and need as her eyes popped open again. They widened when she saw why he’d turned her. She’d forgotten all about the mirror. She saw herself in his lap, her legs hanging on either side of his while she ground her mound on his finger, which he was still working inside of her. Stunned, she found his eyes in the mirror.
He put his chin on her shoulder. “Open your legs,” he commanded.
Mel closed her eyes and turned her face into his shoulder, too embarrassed to look anymore.
Nicholas pulled his finger out and tried to ignore her cry of protest. She still didn’t look at him. Softly, he ordered her again, “Open your legs.” He growled in satisfaction when she slowly opened her thighs, and he saw her labia, her clit, her opening—the heaven between her legs. “That’s a good girl,” he said, and fed his finger into her pussy again. He opened his legs so that hers opened even wider, exposing her even more to his gaze. “Perfect. Now, lift your arms over your head and wrap them around my neck.”
Still refusing to look but almost desperate for an orgasm, Mel did everything he wanted. She tried to ignore the mirror, but her curiosity finally won out over her embarrassment, and she opened her eyes. He had her stretched out and wide open so that she couldn’t help but see everything. Her eyes traveled from the top to the bottom and she saw how lust-filled her eyes were, how she had whisker burns around her mouth and chin. Farther down she saw the hickey in the hollow of her neck and more whisker burns on her breasts and puckered nipples.
