by Tara Oakes
"Sorry, it's nothing fancy, but it should keep us from starving." He pulled a chair out and waited for her to sit, dropped to his chair and twisted the top off his beer and took a long drink.
"It looks and smells amazing." The tip of the knife shook a little as she cut a bite from her stake and put it in her mouth. Her eyes closed and a low moan escaped her. "This might be the best thing I've ever tasted."
He smiled, more than a little relieved. Last thing he needed was some high maintenance chick stuck in his apartment for the night. "I'm glad you like it." He took his first bite. "Can you tell me a little more about this deal you have with Royse? I didn't like the sound of it earlier."
She explained between bites and answered his questions, and didn't seem all that embarrassed about her part in the situation. By the time her plate was empty, she'd told him the whole sordid thing.
Anything he might say would come out nasty so he just nodded and stood to take their plates to the sink. Shit like that, a man taking unfair advantage of people with no choice but to accept it, pissed him off.
Maybe a little too quick to stand, she almost lost her balance, but regained it quickly. "Here, let me take care of the dishes since you cooked."
Glad for a chance to let someone else do the dishes, he accepted and headed for the living room. Sprawled at one end of the big leather couch, he grabbed a paperback to keep his mind off the sexy little thing in his kitchen.
A surprised little sound escaped her when she came in from the kitchen and he glanced up. Dark eyes and lots of dark hair appealed to him, and she had that in spades, to go along with a hot little body. If she had a choice in the matter, temptation might overcome him. He refused to force himself on a woman, though, even if the force part came from someone else.
He dragged his gaze away from her. "It's early still. There's the remote if you want to watch TV, or if you're tired, you can have the bed and I'll crash here."
"What, are you gay or something?" Those dark eyes went wide and she clapped her hand over her mouth. "I didn't mean...Not that gay is bad or anything, just—"
He raised a brow at her. She'd said that earlier too. "I'm not gay. What gave you that idea?"
"Uh, well, most guys are all over free sex. I'm just a little surprised, I guess." She looked half sick with fear.
Her fright didn't set well with him. He lifted a one shoulder in a half-shrug. "Well, I'm not most guys. Got a little self-control." The paperback landed on the coffee table with a light thud. "However, I'm not against the idea of sex with you. I'm against the idea of you being forced to do anything by some asshole, especially the way he's doing it." He wasn't opposed to the pussy business done right, if the girls were there because they chose to be, and they were safe and protected, besides earning good money. And certainly not ripped off like that.
Elena stood there, all those rocking little curves on display in that bright red dress, and her lips parted in something like surprise. She'd been so busy expecting him to jump her and arguing that he should, she didn't know what to think about what he said.
Ryker patted the couch beside him. "Come sit with me."
She obeyed quickly, her slight weight barely denting the couch. His greater mass made her slide toward him and he lifted his arm around her shoulders to pull her close. The pulse at the base of her throat fluttered wildly, betraying her apprehension.
She swallowed hard then turned a little and ran a finger down the center of his chest. "What would you like me to do?"
He laughed. "I don't want you to do anything you don't actually want to do. If you'd rather just crash for the night, I'm good with that. I can get all the pussy I want, without making a girl do anything she doesn't want to do."
"Thank you. I don't know what Royse expected, but he usually sets me up with jerks or nasty guys." She smiled a little, kind of shy. "For the first time in a long time, I was kind of looking forward to it."
Well hell. When she put it like that, how was he supposed refuse? His cock twitched with the thought of the things he'd like to do with her. "Well, okay then."
She leaned close and he dipped his head to taste her lips. Kissing normally wasn't his thing, but that mouth of hers definitely appealed to him. He kept it light at first but when she made a little sound of eagerness, he deepened the kiss. Her hands clenched on his shoulders, nails sinking into his skin. Damn she was a hot little thing. He needed space to explore all that, so he stood and scooped her up to head for the bedroom.
Still kissing her, he set her down, then backed off a little. "Let's get you outta that dress. That body shouldn't be covered up." He turned her around and pulled her hair aside to bare her neck for his mouth while he eased the zipper down and slipped the dress' straps off her shoulders.
The little moan she made when he swirled his tongue over the hollow of her collarbone prompted him to rake his teeth over the side of her neck. The moan turned into a sort of whimper that promised wet panties.
The tops of her tits looked neglected from his vantage point, so he slipped one hand around to her front to pay them some attention. Her nipples were already hard and he rolled first one, then the other, between his thumb and finger, making her suck in a sharp breath.
His hard-on threatened to blow out his zipper, so he stepped back long enough to get his jeans opened and shoved partway down. She pushed her dress down over her hips to reveal a perfect little ass, which she immediately rocked back against him.
Fuck, he needed a condom. "Hold that thought, baby girl." He rummaged in the bedside table for a moment and came up with one. Back behind her, he let his cock ride up between her ass cheeks, hissing at her heat.
She spread her legs and bent over, leaning across the bed. He needed no further invitation to drag the scrap of lace off her ass and sink one finger deep into her tight wet heat. She gasped and pushed back, seeking more.
He ripped the condom open with his teeth and rolled it on one-handed, then worked his finger out of her pussy to slide over her clit. His cock jerked with anticipation just before he drove into her with one smooth thrust. Fuck, she was tight.
"Rub your clit for me, baby girl." He slid his hands to her hips and guided her into rhythm as she complied.
The pitch of her cries indicated she was right at the edge. Rather than let her come immediately, he slowed his thrusts and went deeper, then withdrew entirely to turn her to her back. She immediately wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him close.
Ryker leaned over her and buried himself to the hilt and she clasped him even tighter. Over and over he drove into her, until she gave a sharp cry and her pussy clenched him. Before he knew it, his body had locked in orgasm as she drained him. He stood over her, heaving for air.
She smiled up at him. "Can we go again?"
He collapsed to the bed beside her, laughing. "Better let me catch my breath first."
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CRAZY WEEKEND
A.D. Justice
LUKE WOODS
Andi is the love of my life and all I could ever ask for in a soul mate. She gets me, she sees through my shit, and she deserves anything and everything I can give her. To show her how much I love her, I’m stealing her away for the weekend. Away from any and all responsibilities. Away from anyone else who wants her time and attention. Away from any other distraction.
“Andi, pack a bag for the weekend,” I tell her. “We’re going away tomorrow. All the arrangements have already been made.”
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“It’s a surprise. I’m not sharing you with anyone else in the world this weekend.”
“I’m intrigued.” She quirks one eyebrow up at me. “I’ll go pack, but I don’t know what to take.”
“Something nice for dinner one night. Shorts, a bathing suit. Other than that, you won’t need
many clothes.”
We arrive at the Atlanta airport early the next morning, and she looks at me expectantly. “You really are taking me away.”
“I meant it when I said I’m not sharing you with anyone else this weekend.” I smirk.
She can’t resist looking when I’m finally forced to hand over her boarding pass. “Vegas? We’re going to Vegas for the weekend?”
She never asks for anything, so her genuine excitement over a long weekend in Vegas thrills me. I know Andi, and she would’ve been appreciative even if I’d rented a tent with no electricity. But the way she’s jumping up and down on her toes tells me that, without a doubt, I made the right choice.
“We are.” I nod. In the busy airport, with people rushing around as they scurry from one concourse to the next, all I can think about is reaching our destination. “Our room is waiting for us.”
“Why do I have the feeling there’s more to this than I can even imagine?” she asks, cutting her eyes at me.
“Maybe because you know me a little too well.”
On the flight to Vegas, she peppers me with questions about the weekend. “Where are we staying? What are we doing? What have you planned? Will I have time for the spa?”
With every question, I answer her with a kiss. After the first half-dozen questions, I finally realize she kept asking on purpose, just so I’d keep kissing her. Good thing our first-class seats give us a little more privacy than coach does. After all the questions and kissing, her tan, toned legs, coupled with the short skirt she’s wearing, have me thinking of any way I can have her right now.
“Is our room on a high floor or a low floor?” she asks.
I lean in to kiss her again and place my hand on her upper thigh. My tongue darts into her mouth, and she willingly opens to give me full access. As I fuck her mouth with my tongue, my fingers slide up her smooth skin to her panties. Pulling the fabric to one side, I thrust my fingertip inside her pussy and her fingers curl into my shirt. She surprises me when she doesn’t resist, but instead, slides down in her seat a little so I can go deeper.
This makes me smile against her lips for a second before I devour her mouth again. She’s sitting by the window, so our first-class activities are hidden by my wide shoulders and back when I turn sideways in my seat. My finger is one lucky fucker, because her pussy is drenched and ready to be thoroughly fucked. My cock is so anxious to handle the job, it’s about to bust through my jeans like a fucking alien. For now, I’ll have to settle for her scent on my hand.
My movements increase in pressure and tempo when I add another finger, stretching and filling her, while my thumb rubs against her clit. I glide in and out of her silky smoothness until she comes on my hand. My mouth captures her cry of ecstasy, and I swallow it down with pride. Pulling my fingers out of her, I lick every drop of my reward off of my fingers. She watches me with hooded eyes and I know she wants more, but she’ll have to wait. I have extra-special plans waiting for her.
We finally reach our hotel, and Andi has to take a few minutes to check out every aspect of our room. I’m waiting patiently in the Wynn Encore Tower Salon Suite, one of the most prestigious and luxurious hotel rooms in Las Vegas, while she scurries from room to room, squealing about the amenities. There are two floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room that provide an excellent view of the strip and the bright city lights. But my eyes are locked on my beautiful lady, Andi, as she looks around the room in awe.
“Luke, you didn’t have to do all this for me,” she gasps.
She hasn’t seen anything yet, though.
She finally notices the three wrapped presents waiting for her on the couch. I had them shipped to the hotel, and the concierge just delivered them to our room. The boxes are expertly wrapped in white paper with big crimson bows that beckon her to open them and reveal their contents. Her eyes fly up to meet my intense stare. She looks at me expectantly, but I give nothing away. Inside, I’m already dying for her to open them and for us to get started on the events that will take place immediately afterward.
I walk to the wet bar and pour a couple of drinks while she inspects her presents. She lifts one box and shakes it, but the sounds refuse to give her any hint of what contents it holds. As I approach her, I extend my hand with her glass and her fingers brush over mine as she takes it.
“You’re thinking about the plane.” I smirk.
“I can’t help it.” She smiles. “That was hot. Good thing it was early and a lot of the passengers were napping.”
Her eyes sweep back to the presents, and I know the wait is killing her. My sexy little vixen has no idea how badly I want to just take control and get this show going. But this weekend is for her.
“Pick one. We’ll start with whichever one you open first,” I encourage her.
Her eyes meet mine and her seductive side emerges. She knows me better than anyone. She knows I just want to be alone with her tonight more than anything. She picks up the long, flat box and confidently decides, “This one.”
I nod casually, hiding my exhilaration at her choice—and the ever-hardening bulge in my pants—as I respond, “Your wish is my command, my love.”
She carefully unwraps it and sets the bow aside. Her sharp intake of breath tells me she’s figured out exactly what it is.
“Really?” she asks me on a whisper. “You really want to do this?”
“I definitely want to do this,” I state resolutely. Andi takes the clothes from the box and runs to the bedroom to change. While she’s in the other room, I take the additional item out of the box and quickly assemble it in front of the full-length windows.
It’s my turn to inhale sharply when she returns from the bedroom. I don’t know if I’ll make it to use the entire ensemble that was in this box. She’s wearing red-heart pasties on her perfectly round breasts, a black garter belt with black thigh-high stockings, black stiletto heels, and black crotchless panties. Her beautiful body is completely on display for me, even with the few stitches of material that cover her. She looks over my shoulder and sees that I’ve already hung the strips of nylon covered with soft fleece from the hooks in the ceiling. And the seductive smile on her face tells me she’s perfectly fine with it.
I crook my finger, motioning for her to come closer to me, and she complies readily. I take my time to help her into the swing and take full advantage of the opportunity to touch her. After I help her get comfortable, I have to take a moment to just enjoy the view.
“Damn, you are so fucking sexy,” I growl. She’s waiting for me, in a sex swing, directly in front of the full wall of windows. We’re high enough that no one can see her, but that doesn’t diminish the illusion and excitement of knowing people are out there milling about.
“Luke, if you don’t get over here, I’ll have to start without you,” she purrs.
That’s the only invitation I need. Grabbing the other two presents, I stalk toward her like she’s my prey and I’m going to eat her alive. And that sums up my intentions exactly.
I quickly shed my clothes and model my new boxer briefs for her, flexing my muscles and showing off a bit. Her eyes widen and her smile lights up her face as she moans appreciatively. “You look good enough to eat, baby.”
Like I said, that’s my plan.
“What’s in the other two boxes?” she asks excitedly.
“Oh, you’ll see,” I promise her as I place them within reach.
Shedding my boxer briefs, I pull on the straps to hold her tightly to me as I consume her pussy with my tongue. I’m not slow and gentle—I’m ravenous and demanding, taking what I want and giving her what she needs. She screams out in pleasure as I lap her up, sucking on her clit, scraping it lightly with my teeth, and then plunging my tongue deep inside her. Adding my fingers one at a time, I thrust them in and out of her sweet, wet pussy. She comes unglued in my hands. And mouth. Damn, I could do this all night.
Her cries of pleasure and my name screamed from her beautiful lips indicate she has climaxed; her jui
ces on my tongue are the evidence. She lies back in the swing, her muscles limp from intense satisfaction. “You are incredible,” she sighs heavily.
“I’m not done yet,” I reply. Picking up the remaining two boxes, I hold them up in a balancing motion, indicating for her to pick one. She nods toward the shorter, cube shaped box.
“Your wish is my command,” I reply. I open the lid to the box and let her peek inside.
She laughs. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah,” I respond with a chuckle.
This box holds the digital camera and the chocolate sauce. I drench her torso in the thick, gooey chocolate and can’t resist licking a path from her breasts to her pussy. The chocolate on my tongue combined with the taste of Andi could be bottled and sold to the highest bidder. But then I’d have to kill him. My lips wrap around her clit, my tongue plunges inside her wet channel, and my fingers fuck her again. Her moans are the most incredible sounds I’ve ever heard.
I snap a few pictures of her in this state, and the view makes me want to take her again already. Just thinking of being able to memorialize this moment with pictures…pictures that will be safely hidden in a secret vault with a three-headed monster keeping guard so that no one but me will ever see them. My Andi…my sexy little chocolate-covered, sex-swinging vixen. Damn, how’d I get so lucky?
I lap her up from one end of her body to the other, paying special attention to her nipples, her breasts, the bend of her knees, and every other inch of her body. I’m sure there’s a sugar-induced coma in my near future, but she’s so fucking worth it. The scent of her arousal lingers in the air, the taste of her skin mixed with the chocolate sauce is still on my tongue, and I’m in heaven. But I’m not done. As I flip her over, she squeals with excitement and I start working on her other side. She has the perfect ass from all the hours she spends in the gym. Her feminine back muscles are incredibly sexy, as is the ridge that runs along her spine.
