Pleasure Extraordinaire 2 (PURSUIT)

by Pleasure Extraordinaire 2 [MF] (epub)

  “Like every other business. By starting small.”

  Staring up at me, she knits her eyebrows together. “Explain.”

  I laugh. She’s the definition of inquisitive. “You know. We went to clubs and hunted down horny, rich cougars, and asked for money in return for our favors.”

  Her jaw drops, her eyes growing large with shock, and she yanks her hand away from mine. “You worked as a prostitute and picked up clients at clubs?”

  “What’s the difference between what I do now and what I did back then? Both involve sex in exchange for money. Why does it matter that now I get to do it in a fancy building that I own?”

  “I guess nothing,” she says, defeated. But, I know what really worries her.

  “Don’t worry. I didn’t do it. The two times I tried it, I mean having sex with a lady in exchange for money, I couldn’t get hard.”

  She shakes her head, smiling, perhaps not believing the truthfulness of my confession. “Really?”

  “Yeah, really. When I looked at their eyes, I saw loneliness and sadness. They reminded me too much of Irene, my adopted mother. She always had the same expression in her eyes. I simply couldn’t do it.”

  “I heard she died of cancer,” she says.

  “That’s a lie Michael spread to gain more sympathy from the public. Irene didn’t have cancer. She committed suicide.”

  “Oh.” She remains quiet, except for her audible breathing, although her face looks like dozens of questions are trapped behind her lips. It’s a sore topic. The last years of Mom’s life and how she left Chloe, Zane, and I alone in the hands of a monster.

  “You need to decorate here with flowers,” she says. I smile, relieved by the change of the conversation.

  “Maybe someday … if I can find a worthy lady to take care of them.”

  She snorts, holding my gaze, and lifts her hand to rest it on my thigh. I try very hard not to flinch from her touch so close to my privates. My pulse quickens in an instant. “You don’t need to wait that long. Just hire a housekeeper.”

  She leaves her hand there, drawing the infinity symbol over and over with her index finger on my jeans. The warmth of her palm sends pleasant jolts across my body. She’s with me, alone in my apartment. No one can stop us from spending the day fucking each other. No one except her.

  Having her so close to me is a burden to my senses. She smells of roses, not the scentless ones sold in supermarkets but the real ones that grow in the garden. I fill my lungs with her fresh and fragrant scent. Her skin is glowing under the sunlight. She’s so easy on the eyes, sweet, yet sensual. The desire to kiss every corner and contour of her body hits me suddenly. The image of having her naked on my bed, waiting and begging for me to please her, makes my cock stiffen and pulsate beneath my jeans. And the fact that her small, warm hand is so close to it…

  Why is she so goddamn unbending about doing the right thing? Why can’t she just unzip my pants and take my throbbing member into her hands, into her mouth? My chest tightens at the realization that I can’t have her today and only god knows when I can feel her naked skin against mine.

  I’m too tense from having to keep my hands off of her, and with every passing minute, my erection is bordering on painful. If I don’t do something about it, I’ll lose control and take her under me here, out in the open, and she won’t have a chance to say no.

  I gently grab her hand and lift it, very cautious not to let her presence get into me more than it already has.

  “I’ll be back,” I say and stand. In the last second, though, I lean down to steal a brief kiss from her lips. She doesn’t stop me, but doesn’t kiss me back either. She’s hesitant and maybe a little scared. I don’t know, but pushing her won’t do it for me.

  With the taste of her lips in my mouth, I hasten to the bathroom and close the door behind me. I quickly unbutton and unzip my jeans. My erection springs out of my boxers with pre-cum already leaking. I palm it, feeling it getting bigger in my hand and start rubbing it up and down roughly, imagining it’s Lindsay’s hand squeezing it.

  She’d lick her lips seductively, hinting at her dirty plans for me. Maybe she’d move down, slowly kissing her way on my chest down to my hips, settling on her knees in front of me. She’d tease me endlessly, kissing my shaft and balls for a long time before finally taking me into her mouth. I’d have to fight the urge to come all too quickly.

  I stroke myself harder and faster as my mind trails off to the memories of the previous afternoon I had with her; how her body arched and tensed with the pleasure I gave her, and her inside muscles pulsated as I pumped deep into her. How she surrendered to me completely and gave me a piece of herself.

  I’ve known her for only a few weeks now, yet in that little time she managed to occupy my thoughts and infiltrate them so much so that I can’t pay attention to anything else. If I didn’t know any better I’d think she held me spellbound with some dark and dangerous love potion.

  Collapsing on the wall behind me, I clamp my eyes shut, picturing Lindsay lying naked on my bed, her legs pulled up together at her knees. I’d spread them wide apart and watch her squirm as I enter her.

  I hear the door unlatch and snap my eyes open. Lindsay is standing, shocked, at the doorway.

  “Busted. I knew you were hiding here to do it,” she says, holding the doorknob, staring at my hand rubbing myself.

  I turn, leaning on my shoulder, to give her a better view of what I’m doing, what she’s actually here to see. “Yet you didn’t shy away from showing up.”

  She can’t give me a reasonable explanation for why she decided to catch me red-handed, besides the obvious one. I push my hips forward, stroking myself with a leisurely speed now, for her to enjoy the show.

  She has one foot in the bathroom and the other one on the other side of the doorway as if ready to flee, but she doesn’t move. She’s paralyzed, looking uncertain of what to do, maybe trying to convince herself to get the fuck out of my apartment. Her logic must be screaming at her to run, reminding her of the contract she signed with Michael. But something keeps her here and keeps her eyes glued to the slow movements of my hand. I feel triumphant at every additional second she chooses to stay with me, and that I have that effect on her.

  “Come here,” I say. She doesn’t follow my wish and instead smirks at me. Expecting otherwise would be just foolish. Her body, however, tells a different story. Her chest is moving up and down with short breaths. She rolls her lips together and then bites the lower one.

  I push my jeans down, sliding out of them, and walk toward her with slow steady moves, my hand still rubbing myself. She keeps standing unmoved, except for her eyes that are skimming me up and down in panic.

  “Unbutton your shirt,” I ask with a softer tone. She looks up at my face, almost begging with her eyes to not take it any farther. She must have realized her foolish mistake by now, but can’t find it in herself to put a stop to it. That’s why she’s throwing me the ball to end it. Only, I have no will whatsoever to do anything but take it to the next level. “I said unbutton your shirt. If you don’t do it nicely, I’ll rip it apart.”

  “Oh, god,” she whispers almost inaudibly but breathes loudly between her parted lips. I halt two feet from her to stifle the urge to push myself down on her face and capture her mouth.

  “Now,” I say softly again, but she startles as if I yelled at her.

  “I… I shouldn’t… We shouldn’t,” she mumbles.

  I smile, taking courage from having her still with me, despite her pretended unwillingness. She’s fighting an internal struggle, and I’ll make it easy for her. I take the last step and stand right in front of her. Our bodies are within brushing distance. Slowly, I lift my hand, find the last button of her shirt above her navel, and unbutton it. Her eyes close. Her chest stops moving.

  My fingers crawl up and reach for the next button. I lean down, inhaling her scent, letting it intoxicate my already stoned mind, and whisper in her ear, “Nobody will know it. I’m the
same man you made love to yesterday. Nothing changed. I’m no more inclined to reveal your secret with Michael now than yesterday.”

  She sighs. I caress her soft skin with my thumbs just before I undo the third button right below her bra. Her nipples tighten beneath her shirt. I notice her hands form fists at either side of her body.

  “You know Michael’s demands are baseless,” I continue. “You only promised him that you won’t do anything that will risk others knowing about his secret. Nothing more. This won’t put him at risk. I haven’t talked about his homosexuality to anyone for the last twenty five years. I won’t start spreading it now.”

  “Please,” she murmurs.

  Please, what? Please, take me now? Please, let me go?

  She opens her eyes and stares up at me with a tender look that I see for the first time on her face. No more frowning brows, fiery eyes or tightly pursed lips that are guarding her true self, but only a childlike, mellow, and vulnerable expression softening her beautiful features. I’m taken aback for a moment. My mind is running wild trying to absorb the unmasked emotions glowing on her face. A truly untouched beauty mixed with fragility and guilt. Why?

  A powerful feeling of protection rushes over me and clenches my gut agonizingly, when the possibility of Lindsay being crushed and abused at Michael’s hands floods my mind.

  “It’s not wrong.” I unbutton the last button, pull down the red bra covering her breasts, and run my hands on her erect nipples. “You come to my home, knowing you’ll be alone with me, and then walk into my bathroom, knowing what I’m doing in here. You’re wearing this goddamn sexy lingerie. You can’t tell me you don’t want me.”

  She averts her eyes in shame. I squeeze her breasts and push her against the wall, leaning down toward her face. My lips trace a path on her face, brushing every inch of her forehead, down to her cheeks, and stop at her mouth. “I want you, Lindsay. I haven’t wanted any woman in my life like I want you. I don’t care if it’s against some arbitrary contract or the federal constitution. I just want you. Please, let me love you. Give me a chance to show you how much I crave you.”

  At last, she gives in and wraps her arms around me. Her lips crash into mine with urgency, and she kisses me possessively. I push her shirt off her shoulders, then her bra. She angles her body to mine, pressing her breasts against me. I quickly take off my t-shirt, tossing it aside, and feel her soft skin against mine. She squirms when our lips find each other again and our tongues fight for dominance.

  Her jeans and panties are the next, and soon she’s fully naked before me, just like me. I don’t have any patience left in me. I must have her now. I consider the various ways I can take her. In my bedroom, in the living room, on the couch, or on the floor. Her back against the wall and her legs around my hips will give me the pleasure of seeing her face while I fuck her. She can watch herself being fucked if I take her from behind against the sink in front of the vanity mirror. But my cock only demands to be inside her, the deeper the better.

  I release her lips and pull my head up enough to keep myself from kissing her back again. “Bend down and hold your ankles.”

  Without needing to ask me anything for a clarification or an explanation, she flips around, spreads her legs, and crouches down, forming a perfect upside-down V shape with her legs in front of me. My cock goes impossibly stiff with desire at the sight of her spread cheeks and wet pussy all exposed. She pushes her ass up against me and tilts her head to the side to glance up at my face. She’s impatient, and I reward her for her hunger with slowly easing into her. She’s so wet and ready for it; her sex pulls me in without any effort from me to thrust.

  We both groan when I hit balls-deep into her. I hold her hips to keep her in place as I slide in and out of her. Her gasps and moans echo in the four walls of the bathroom. The louder she gets, the harder I thrust. At one point, she loses her balance and her hands land on the floor, her ass still up against my groin. I slip my hands around her belly and lift her hips until her feet aren’t touching the ground, while I continue driving into her with steady strokes.

  She inhales loud, shaky breaths. Her body is light and soft, a toy for me to play with. Her legs move up and wrap around my waist. Fuck it if this isn’t the strangest position I’ve ever had sex in. I’m standing straight, she upside down, facing the floor, her legs tight around my waist, and we’re connected in the most arousing way. There’s a constant moan coming from her throat accompanied by my name every now and then. I thrust her harder each time “Ace” rolls out of her lovely mouth.

  Too soon, I find myself fighting against an imminent release, and I’m not even sure if she’s coming or anything close to it.

  She circles her hips, rubbing her clit against my balls. I slow down to let her do whatever she needs to find her own release.

  “Don’t you fucking stop,” she yells and glances up at me with threatening eyes. Her legs squeeze around my waist to add to her warning. I have no other way but to comply with her wish.

  Thrust, moan, breathe, thrust, moan, breathe.

  Our skins are slick with sweat, all my senses on high alert. Lust blurs my mind, pushing me close to insanity. She’s everywhere and everything I feel. I close my eyes; she’s still there. The smell of our fucking fills up my nose, leaving no room for anything else. I can’t feel where my body ends and hers begins. She’s me and I’m her.

  Before I can even think straight, I lose it. Everything I thought I was slips away into nothingness in the instant I hammer my release into her. I freeze and realize she’s not moving either. Only when I open my eyes, I notice I’ve shut out all the noise, including Lindsay’s sobs.

  “Fuck you. Fuck this,” she swears one after another and loosens her legs around me. I ease out of her and help her get her feet on the ground. Rather than standing, she collapses on the floor, still crying and mumbling curses. She’ll catch a cold on the chilliness of the cold floor, but that doesn’t seem to bother her.

  “What’s it, baby?”

  “I’m not your baby.” She rolls on her back and throws her arms over her face, panting and crying.

  When I scoot down, she flinches up to her feet and flees from me. I get seriously worried as I watch the door bang loudly behind her. Did I come too fast? Did she tell me to stop and I didn’t hear her? Did I hurt her? Is that why she’s mad?

  I jump up and follow her into my bedroom. She moves over the bed, slips under the bedcovers, and continues crying silently. It must be the contract. She must be feeling guilty for breaching a non-existent rule by having sex with me. If only I could make her see Michael is the last person on earth worthy of her loyalty.

  “I’m sorry I pushed you into something you didn’t want.” I kneel on the bed, plop behind her body, and pull the covers away from her head. “You have no fault in this. It was entirely my doing. If Michael ever finds it out…”

  “I’m not crying about that.” She sobs and pushes the cover back over her head.

  My hand moves over to her shoulder, though I don’t know if I’m allowed to touch her. “Why, then? Tell me. I need to know.”

  “You were right,” she says between loud sobs. “I shouldn’t have had sex with you for the second time.”

  Her reply leaves me more puzzled than anything else. When did I ever tell her not to have sex with me twice? “I don’t understand.”

  “You told me the day we first met. I shouldn’t have sex with the same man more than once unless I have total control over my emotions. I can clearly see now, I have no control whatsoever over my emotions, thoughts, or my body.”

  A smile forces its way on my lips despite my worry over Lindsay. “You’re not alone in this. I’m the same. I’ve been a total mess since the day I met you. The sex only made it worse.”

  She raises her head above the covers, turns her head, and gives me a questioning glance. “Are you toying with me?”

  “Of course not.” I crawl under the covers to feel her naked skin against mine, slide my arm beneath her ar
m, cupping one breast, and lower my head to kiss her shoulder. Her sobs turn into gasps and squirms, and she trembles in my arms and pushes her ass against my flaccid member.

  “You amaze me, Lindsay Doheny, and you scare me. You drive me insane with your unpredictability. You encourage me to be a better man. You’re the first woman who has ever made me feel jealous of other men. You’re the most straightforward person I’ve ever known. You’re giving, kind, generous, funny, smart, protective, sexy, beautiful, vulnerable, yet very strong. For the first time in my life, I’m thankful to Michael. For bringing you into my life. You’re my dream woman come true.”

  “Wait, wait, wait. You’re insulting me while buttering me up. For one, I’m not unpredictable and definitely not scary. Who do you think I am? Chucky’s Bride?”

  “Have you seen yourself in the video with Macey Williams? I think Chucky’s Bride would look like an angel next to you.” I laugh and squeeze my arm around her tighter, because she’s slapping my hand and trying to escape from my hold. “I’m kidding. I’m kidding.”

  She pinches my arm so hard, I have to flinch my hand away. Taking advantage of my pain, she jumps up on me, straddling me with her legs. Her knees press painfully against my ribcage, and I let out a scream. “How about this? Ace Hawkins, you’re an absolute ass, an arrogant dick, a voyeur, promiscuous, opportunist, obnoxious, and manipulative.”

  I lift my hand to her face, brush her cheek, and then draw her down against my body so I can kiss her. She surrenders, softens the hold of her knees, and kisses me back. Then, easing back to look at me, she adds, “And I can’t stop having dreams about a future with you. I’m a lost case, I know.” Her eyes search my face for a reaction, perhaps a serious one that reciprocates her honest feelings for me, but I can’t help laughing. “Just like I said, you’re an absolute ass.” She smacks my chest and starts to move down.

  I wrap my arms around her to hold her in place. “I’m sorry. I’m just caught by surprise. I’m glad you dream about me, because I dream about you all the time.”