Trouble

by Sasha White

  She ran her right hand gently over his engorged cock and pulled it away from his belly, using a fingertip to spread the juice oozing from the tip. A moan escaped his lips when she reached down and cupped his heavy balls in her left hand.

  “Feel good?” she whispered in his ear. “Feels great to me. All hard steel wrapped in velvet. I can feel your blood pumping into your cock. It’s still growing in my hand. You’re almost too big for me to grip.”

  She pressed her breasts into his back, urging him to lean against her. To give in to her, to the pleasure. “Is that how it feels when you touch yourself? Do you think of me when you jack off? I want you to after this. I want you to remember how it feels when it’s my hand pumping your cock and massaging your balls.”

  Val dropped the soap and reached back to grip her hips and pull her tighter against him. Knowing she finally had control over this powerful, masculine body gave her an incredible rush as she gripped his hard-on firmly and pumped her fist faster.

  She’d never played with a man like this before. It brought a level of closeness she hadn’t anticipated, but welcomed. Her sex throbbed between her thighs, but the real pleasure she was feeling was coming from the sounds escaping from Val. She spread the pre-come leaking steadily from the tip around to ease the friction and added a twist to her wrist. A shiver ran through him when her fingers brushed over the sensitive head.

  The harsh sound of his breathing was only one signal of how close he was to coming. His balls tightened and crawled closer to his body so she pulled her hand away from them and brought it back up to pinch a distended nipple.

  “Come for me,” she whispered in his ear as his fingers gripped her thighs. “You’re so hard, so thick. I want to feel you come. Give it to me, baby. Give me your come.”

  His chest shook and a guttural groan bounced off the walls of the steamy bathroom as his hips thrust forward against her hand and hotness surged out his throbbing cock.

  She held him gently in the palm of her hand until his breathing slowed to normal. Then she urged him to turn in her arms. She pressed kisses along his jaw until she reached his mouth. After a soft meeting of their lips, she backed away and reached for the shampoo.

  Val leaned against the tile wall and watched her with slumberous eyes as she washed.

  Finally, unable to stand the silence anymore, she grinned and flicked water in his face. “Did I tire you out, old man?”

  16

  Val snorted and smacked her on the ass. Old man indeed. He may be ten years older than her, but she made him feel like a horny seventeen-year-old again. That wasn’t all she was making him feel, but it was all he was prepared to deal with.

  With a quick jerk he shut off the water and lifted her out of the tub, the shampoo falling from her hand to the shower floor. She wanted to play? He was ready to play.

  “Let me,” he said when she grabbed one of the towels he’d set out. He pulled it from her hand and dried her off with slow, gentle pats.

  After squeezing the excess moisture from her hair, he gave himself a quick pat down and ushered her into the bedroom. There was a black bag on the foot of his bed and he remembered her dropping it in the hallway when she’d called him her “candy store”.

  “What’s in there?” He’d bet money it was sex toys. His little playmate was nothing if not adventurous.

  “That’s for me to know, and you to find out when I want you to.” She flashed a devilish grin and pointed to the bed. “Now, on your back, hands behind your head.”

  “Didn’t we try this already?”

  “Yes, but I got distracted. Now be quiet or I’ll have to gag you.”

  He swallowed a chuckle and stretched out on the mattress. This was going to be more fun than he ever imagined.

  Samair pulled a piece of black silk out of the bag and leaned over him. His heart raced and his chest got tight when she covered his eyes and tied the material behind his head. “They say when you lose one sense, all of the others senses get sharper.”

  They were right. His groin tightened as he breathed in her clean scent, and the hair on his arms stood up at her closeness. She wasn’t touching him yet, but her could feel her, sense her. Then her mouth was on his. Nothing else touched, but tongues tangled and breath mingled, making his pulse skip.

  Sliding her lips across his jaw and under his chin she nibbled her way down his neck to his collarbone, and then continued to his chest. He’d never realized just how sensitive his nipples were. She licked and bit at them, brushing her own against his belly, and he had to fist his hands to keep from grabbing her. The urge to throw her on her back and conduct some explorations of his own was a strong one.

  But even stronger was the urge to give this woman another of her fantasies.

  She wiggled her hips and shimmied her body slowly down his until his hard-on nestled between her breasts. Her weight shifted again, and soon her whole body dragged the length of his front. Christ, his blood pressure was picking up fast, and his dick was demanding attention. He couldn’t believe his body was so damn eager after two monstrous orgasms in the last hour.

  The woman was magic.

  A soft ripping sound reached him and then a gentle hum. Before he could worry about what she was going to do with a vibrator she touched his nipple with it and a shock went through his body and straight to his dick.

  Samair’s delighted laugh washed over him and he did his best to lie still for her while she circled one nipple then the other. “It’s a little purse sized neck massager,” she said as she moved it over his collarbone and up to the soft spot behind his ear. He twitched and jerked his head away with a growl.

  “Ohhh, you’re sensitive there, huh? Let’s see where else your hot spots are.”

  His hands twitched and he laced them more firmly together. “I could show you where they are.”

  “No. I want to find them on my own. Much more fun.”

  Every hair on his body stood on end as she trailed the toy over his shoulder and down his rib cage. When she moved it over the crease of his thigh his body jerked again and a moan escaped.

  “Ohh, another hot spot.”

  Then she dipped her hand between his thighs and cupped his balls. The vibrations ripped through him and he shot up, grabbed her shoulders and flipped her onto her back.

  Her soft body cushioned his and he found her mouth. Plunging his tongue between her lips he pinned her body to the mattress with his own. Her fingers speared into his hair and her legs wrapped around his hips as he thrust home.

  She tugged his head up by his hair and he gasped.

  “Stop!” Her chest was rising and falling beneath him, her pussy was hot and wet and clenching hungrily at his cock. It took every ounce of will power he had to freeze.

  “Samair?”

  Her hips rolled and he went a little deeper. “Wait,” she said.

  “I am waiting, babe. You moved that time.” He sucked oxygen deep into his lungs and felt a trickle of sweat run down his cheek. He lifted a hand to take of the blindfold, but her hand on his stopped him.

  “Keep the blindfold on, and do as I say. I’m still in charge.”

  He could live with that.

  He planted his hands on the mattress and rotated his hips. Her cunt spasmed and his cock throbbed. He pulled out, and sunk back in. She was so soft, so warm and slick. In…out. In…out. He established a slow steady rhythm.

  “Oh yes,” she sighed. “That’s it. No coming until I say so.”

  “You’re the boss.”

  It was fine by him, now that he was inside her, he could last forever.

  The gentle hum warned him a split second before she put the thing to his nipple again. Pleasure whipped through him, a groan escaped, and he thrust deeper, hard.

  “My, my, you are sensitive aren’t you?” Samair’s voice held a note of awe that stroked his insides. “I can feel your cock jerk inside me when I do this.”

  He ran a nightclub, women hit on him fairly often, and he had certainly heard dirty
talk before. But for some reason, hearing it come from Samair made it so much more potent. She scraped the nails of one hand down his back, and the other played the vibe over his nipple and he concentrated on not coming as he worked his hips. He shifted his weight, angled in a little differently and heard her gasp.

  He picked up speed with each stroke, going deeper, faster, harder. “Yes, that’s it,” she urged. A muffled thump and both of her hands on his back told him she’d gotten rid of the vibe.

  “Closer, come down to me.” She pulled at him until he bent his elbows and her mouth was on his nipples.

  He groaned as she went from one to the other, nibbling and sucking at him. Her hands traveled down his back and over his ass. Her nails dug in for minute then a sharp slap landed on one ass cheek. “Faster, Val. Harder. Make me come.”

  Gritting his teeth, he buried his face in her neck and pumped his hips. Her scent filled his head, her words echoed in his ears and she bit his chest, muffling her scream as her body tensed and her cunt clamped down on him. Wet warmth massaged his cock and he let himself go, his own shout of satisfaction mixing with hers.

  Val knew he should move. Roll off of Samair. But he didn’t. He just lay there, most of his weight on his elbows with his head buried in her neck and his body covering hers.

  He wasn’t aware of how much time passed before she wiggled beneath him, but he took the hint and rolled to his back, keeping her with him as he drifted off to sleep.

  17

  Val stood in his office and stared at the crowded floor below him. The dance floor was packed, the bartenders were keeping the liquor moving at a steady flow, and there was a line up at the door.

  God, he loved Risqué. He loved the atmosphere, the music, and the crowd. He loved that it was place where people went to have a good time, to let loose and forget their troubles.

  Most of all, he loved that it gave him a place where he belonged. It was his home. And if he didn’t take a chance, he was going to lose it.

  “Business is great,” he said in reply to Karl’s question. “But it’s not enough. I need to do something. One big something to make a big lump sum of money so that paying off the loan doesn’t bankrupt me. What good is paying off the fucking loan if I can’t afford to keep the place open?”

  “Not much good at all, brother.”

  Val kept his back to his friend, and went for it. “If I hold an exclusive lingerie and fetish wear fashion show at the club, do you think you can get some of the crowd from the Dungeon to show up?” He turned away from the view and waited for Karl’s answer.

  “Possibly. Depends on when you hold it, and how exclusive it is.”

  “It could be an invitation-only event.”

  Karl straightened up on the couch, taking more interest in the idea. “A lot of the people that would be willing to spend serious money on that sort of stuff prefer to stay anonymous. They might not be comfortable in an open bar.”

  Val thought about it. “I could set it up for private bidding or purchasing on the products. Use the bachelor room for a small more select private showing for select individuals.”

  “That would probably work. When are you thinking of doing it?”

  “I haven’t set a date yet.” Or mentioned the idea to Samair.

  She was gone from his bed when he woke up on Monday morning and he hadn’t seen or heard from her since. He should be happy that she was sticking to her word, keeping things casual.

  He was happy about it. It was everything else in his life that was fucked up, but not for long.

  “I’d do it soon, though. If I work it right, this could be the way to meet that final payment.”

  “About that.” Karl sat forward and rested his elbows on his knees. “I talked to my bank guy and liquidated some funds, so if you need it, I’ll have a fair amount of cash handy in a couple of weeks.”

  Stunned, Val just stared at him. Karl had plans for his money, his own dreams.

  “Consider it a personal loan, not an investment. This is just to shut that bitch down and make sure the club is and always will be yours.”

  He didn’t know what to say. “Buddy—”

  “Look,” Karl cut him off. “I feel like this is partly my fault for not making sure you’re ass was covered six ways from Sunday in that divorce.”

  “That’s bullshit, man. You did everything I asked you to.” Anger rose in his chest. “It’s not your fault, or mine, that we never considered Vera’s using her family connections to pull strings at the bank. It’s fucking devious of her, and there was no predicting it.”

  “Still—”

  “Still, nothing. This fetish fashion thing will work out. I managed to build this club up from an abandoned warehouse, I can fucking throw a party big enough to raise some money.” All he needed was a hot theme, which he had, and he was off. “If—when—this fashion show event idea plays out, I won’t have any worries.”

  “Where’d the idea come from anyway?”

  Samair’s naughty PVC outfit. Her adventurous streak. Her fantasy list.

  “Sex sells, and I need something that will sell fast and furious.” He met Karl’s probing gaze head on. “Plus, I met a woman with a bit of a thing for interesting lingerie recently. It got me thinking.”

  “A woman, huh?”

  He waited; he knew what was coming next. Karl was getting too predictable in his cynicism. “Would this be the curvy blonde plaything from a week or two back? The one you said you was entertainment, not a distraction?”

  “Yes. And I was right, she’s not a distraction. In fact, she’s been…inspirational.”

  That got a wolfish grin. “Yeah?”

  “Definitely.”

  18

  Samair dashed across the small apartment, dripping water and cursing as she dove for the ringing phone on the bed. She was in the shower when it started ringing, and normally she’d leave it, but she’d actually started to get some calls in response to the cards all the dancers were handing out and she wasn’t taking a chance on missing an order.

  “Samair speaking,” she said breathlessly.

  The first time a call came in from a client there’d been a misunderstanding when Samair had just answered with hello. After saying it was the wrong number, they hung up and called back, then asking if this was Trouble Designs. But answering the phone by saying Trouble also hadn’t gone over so well when her mother had called.

  “Samair, it’s Val.”

  Warmth swept through her at his deep voice. “Hi, Val. How are you doing today?”

  “Good. Listen, I have a proposition for you. Can I drop by your office in a couple of hours?”

  Her office? She looked around the small apartment, her sewing machine was set up on the kitchen table, the half dressed sewing dummy was blocking the television, and bolts of fabric were stacked up along the far wall. “Uhmm, sure. I work out of the apartment right now, so you can come by anytime.”

  She gave him the address and they hung up. Flopping over on the bed she wondered what to wear for his visit. The idea of him having a proposition for her that wasn’t covered in the casual lover arrangement they’d made had her very intrigued.

  By the time the buzzer rang for the security door downstairs a couple of hours later, Samair had dressed in a casual pair of jeans and a knit T-shirt and cleaned up the apartment. It was still small and crowded, but there was really no way around that. She buzzed him up and concentrated on some deep breathing. Just knowing she was going to see him had her body readying itself for a good time.

  She swung open the door and tried not to drool at the sight coming up the stairs.

  Black leather covered him from head to toe. A straight-fit jacket hung open from his broad shoulders to his trim waist, and heavy chaps covered him from the waist to ankle. Heavy boots completed the look.

  She’d never found boots so sexy before.

  “You look hungry, little girl,” said the big bad wolf when he was directly in front of her.

  She tilted
her head back and met his heated gaze. “Oh yeah.”

  Humor and heat combined to make his eyes swirl like melted chocolate. His mouth lifted at one corner and he brushed against her slowly as he stepped into the apartment.

  Oh Lord. She eyed the way the leather of the chaps framed his perfect denim-covered ass and swallowed a moan. She was in trouble.

  Setting the little skull cap he carried down on the island counter that separated the kitchen from the rest of the unit, he turned and looked back at her. “Are you coming in?”

  She gave her head a shake and grinned at him before shutting the door. “Sorry. I had to take a minute to drool over your ass.”

  His laugh filled the room as he shook his head. “You’re something else, you know?”

  “I’m going to take that as a compliment.” She sauntered past him and perched on a kitchen stool.

  “It was meant as one.”

  She reached out, slipped her fingers under his leather belt and tugged him closer. Only he resisted.

  He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from his belt. “I have a proposition for you.”

  “I have one for you, too.” She winked and reached for him again.

  “Not that kind of proposition.” He stepped out of her reach and deeper into the living room.

  When did she develop a leather fetish? All she could think about while Val checked out the space was how hot he would look with no jacket, no shirt, his hair down and those yummy leather chaps. They might be perfect for riding a Harley, but they really made her want to stretch out flat eagle on any surface and scream “Ride me!”

  All he’d have to do was unzip his pants.

  Her insides heated and her nipples hardened to the point of pain while she imagined the feel of that worn leather rubbing against her inner thighs, her hands smoothing over it to get to his perfect ass and clutching him to her while he pumped away.

  “It’s about your designing.”