Red Hots

by Hines, Yvette

  She had no illusions that this would change the dichotomy of their relationship. But, she didn’t care about all of that at the moment, she just wanted to feel. Once she walked out of Masaun’s house, the situations of her day and life would be there to greet her.

  Once they were in the shower, she grabbed the bottle of soap in one of the corners of the shower. “May I bathe you?”

  He was standing so that the spray of the water was along his back. Staring at her, his gaze held hers, assessing her features for a second or two. “You don’t have to do that, Kindle.”

  “But I want to. Let me serve you.” She lowered her voice and stepped closer to him, letting the tips of her breasts brush his chest. She’d never cared for a man in this way or even seduced him, but she wanted to do both of those things to Masaun.

  He nodded.

  She was thankful that he didn’t reach out to touch her. She felt that if he had, she most likely would have lost her nerve. Filling her hands with the thick cool liquid, she noted that the soap, just like the man, was a neutral clean scent. Nothing to mask his natural aroma—and more and more she became grateful of that fact.

  Setting the bottle back down, she held her hand over his shoulder and allowed water to run onto her palm and through her fingers. Rubbing them together to build up a healthy lather, she then set her hands on his chest. She felt the hard planes and the dip that ran down the center of his abs toward his heavy shaft.

  She caressed his torso, shoulders and arms.

  Masaun never took his gaze from her. If it had not been for his chest raising and lowering beneath her hands, she would have believed he was a statue. However, after the loving he had given her just minutes before, she knew for a fact he was a red blooded man. A hot one.

  Raising her gaze to his, once again. She slowly dragged her hand over his torso and through the crisp short hair above his cock. Only hesitating for a moment, she lowered her hand to his cock and closed her fingers around it.

  His groan rumbled rich and low as his lids came down halfway and shielded his eyes, making them appear darker and more intense.

  With the aid of the slick cleanser, she slipped her hand up and down his sex, massaging him and enjoying his hardening shaft lengthening under her ministrations. She was doing this to him, controlling him. Her fisting movement became faster and her grip more firm.

  Masaun placed a hand on the back of the shower stall, boxing her in. Still he never looked away, or closed his eyes or tilted his head back to become lost in the building need. It was his direct, unwavering stare that made her bolder.

  Moving from the base of his scrotum to below the crown, she added an extra maneuver to her action there and swept her thumb over and around the head fast. She repeated the gesture two more times.

  Growling, Masaun took hold of her hips and slammed her body against his and kissed her. The kiss was staggering, causing her coquettish skills to falter. However, he didn’t seem to care as he walked her two steps backwards until her back was along the cool, moist wall.

  He ended the kiss and whispered against her lips, “My turn.”

  She wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to. That he’d already given her so much last night when she’d practically had a breakdown in his kitchen then topping that with the earth-shattering sex in his bed this morning. But the passion in his gaze robbed her of her objections.

  Releasing her, he poured a heavy amount of soap in his hands then started lathering her breasts. He palmed and circled her breasts then closed his big hands around them and pulled forward until he got to her nipples and tugged at them.

  Unlike him, she wasn’t able to hold his gaze, the caress felt too amazing. Tilting her head back against the tile, she sighed.

  His hands lowered down her belly and then returned to her breasts again with the same end result of pinching her nipples. She was blown away by Masaun’s tenderness and care. The fourth time his hands moved over her belly one circumvented her waist and cupped her ass, while the other slipped between her thighs. He coated her sex, stealing along the slick folds of her pussy.

  His fingers played along the sides of her clit and down her slit.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, as her hips rotated and chased the persuasive pace of his fingers.

  Then his hand was gone. When she parted her eyes to observe what he was doing, she saw him cupping his hands and filling them with water. Turning, he smiled and poured it over her body, rinsing. He did it again, sending bubbles streaming sensually along her skin.

  When he dropped to the floor before her feet, she was shocked. He raised his head and stared up at her. Those dark green eyes held hers. As he cupped the back of one of her knees and brought her leg up balancing it on his shoulder, her heart tripped, missing a beat.

  The position had her thighs spread, exposing her pussy fully to him.

  Leaning forward he inhaled, bumping the end of his nose to her clit. “Mm. Your scent drives me to distraction. I have wanted to taste you and feel your cream along my tongue for far too long.”

  Her breath hitched. This man and his words. Had he truly desired her that much? She knew she aroused him to a certain degree. Hell, they’d had sex and the two times they’d scened together she’d felt his erection pressing against her during aftercare. However, she wasn’t sure if that was just a normal reaction he had as a Dom toward having a woman submit to his play. Maybe it was just for her.

  Looking down at him, she was unsure of how to respond to him.

  Evidently, not needing one, he said, “Brace yourself.”

  First she placed her hands at her side with her palms flat on the wall. However, the first lick of his tongue just along the dip below her clit had her hands moving to his head. Oh, damn.

  Such a light, brief touch had her body quivering. Then he returned, stroking that spot over again until she was thrusting up to meet him.

  He circled her clit then flicked it and finally drew it into his mouth. Sucking on it, he had her crying out in her pleasure. Curling her fist into his hair, she tilted her head back and rotated her sex over his mouth.

  Masaun groaned. His hands were cupping her ass, guiding her movements and keeping her right where he wanted her, pressed to his lips. This wasn’t a shy man when it came to pleasing a woman orally. No hesitant or sporadic licks, he was like an artist accustomed to using the tool at his disposal, his tongue traced along the curves and dips of her sex as if he’d crafted it himself and knew just how deep or light to caress.

  “Ohh…Masaun…” She was fucking his ardent tongue shamelessly, wanting all he could give her.

  And he gave it to her, sweeping down her slit until she was whimpering, needing the release he was pushing her hard toward. He was the commander of her lust.

  When he buried his tongue inside her opening not too deep, bypassing all the sensitive nerves like most men, he stiffened his tongue and stroked just along the wall there.

  Oh god it was too much for her. Her core began to quake, her thighs started trembling and the knee of the foot she stood on went weak, causing her leg to bend.

  But he didn’t stop. Thrusting his tongue in and out, he fucked her pussy, using the tip of his artistic tongue to brush the toe-curling spot on the front side of her walls.

  “Ahh, ah, ah, ah…” Like an unintelligent idiot she couldn’t form the words to express how good Masaun was making her feel. She couldn’t spout seductive phrases to egg him along further. However, she didn’t need to, Masaun needed no coaching. Not even a right there, right there.

  He was hitting the perfect spot every time.

  The ear-piercing orgasm he brought her to arched her spine and had her thrashing against his mouth, needing more and unable to handle what he gave her at the same time. But he persisted, licking and sucking along her pussy until she was a limp mess.

  After nipping her hypersensitive clit, he kissed up her stomach as he rose and lowered her raised leg to the bend of his arm—still keeping her sex available to whatever he wanted
. At her breasts he drew one pebbled tip into his mouth as he pressed his cock to her pussy and slammed inside.

  “Yes!” the word broke from her mouth. But it was the only thing she could say that expressed how perfect he felt inside of her, it was what she truly needed, to feel him fill her.

  Sucking one nipple after the other, he pumped into her hard, precise.

  Her parted thighs allowed her to take him deeper. Squeezing her walls and grinding her hips, she used all her skills to give him just as much pleasure.

  Moving from her breasts, he lifted his head and gazed at her, his eyes two dark green pools of lust. His lips were a dark pink and swollen from the fervent attention he gave to her sex and breasts, making him appear wicked and sensuous.

  Leaning forward, she licked those luscious lips. She traced them and tasted herself on him.

  “You’re beautiful, in every way, Kindle,” he whispered against her mouth. Angling his hips, he thrust forward hitting the right spot.

  She had no choice but receive his kind words as his loving seemed to awaken her very soul.

  He fucked her hard and quick. Soon they were both coming and filling the bathroom with grunts and moans of satisfaction.

  When they returned to their senses, he kissed her lightly on the mouth and stepped away. In his gaze was the same wonder, amazement and confusion that she felt. This interlude was more than just physical attraction. However, what it truly was she didn’t know and she was afraid at this moment to look any deeper.

  She realized it was past time for her to go.

  They both made haste in bathing, not really speaking more than a few polite words between them. After such explosive overwhelming climaxes there should not have been the awkwardness and tension surrounding them, but it was almost palpable.

  Masaun was the first to leave the shower.

  She stayed a little longer while he dried his body and then exited the bathroom.

  Finally turning off the shower, she stepped out. She pulled the second towel off the warming bar and briskly ran it over her body. After tossing it into the laundry basket, she looked around his counter for a hairbrush. She caught the sight of herself in the mirror and her hair was a wreck. It wasn’t only wild around her head, but frizzy from the steam of the shower. She looked like a mad woman. She wasn’t sure how Masaun could have called her beautiful in this state.

  Before she could ask Masaun if she could use a brush and where it was, he was there beside her—dressed in grey slacks. Opening the cabinet at the sink, he removed a brush. Rising, she thought he would hand it to her, but instead he stepped behind her.

  Gently he dragged the bristles through her hair until it was tame around her shoulders. Shocked, she just stood there for a moment. She’d never had any of her boyfriend’s care for her in such a manner. Who was this man?

  A Dom, her mind answered. But, if that were the only explanation, shouldn’t she be tending to him instead?

  Unsure and unwilling to delve deeper for the truth, she said, “Thank you.”

  His gaze met hers in the mirror. “You’re welcome. There’s a toothbrush under the sink.” As if he brushed her hair every day, he returned the item under the sink and left the cabinet open as he stood and strutted out of the bathroom.

  The pins from her bun were in her suit pocket downstairs and she’d be able to control the tresses better before leaving his home. Heaven forbid someone see her and she look like she’d spent the night in a man’s bed being thoroughly loved and making the walk of shame. However, she didn’t feel embarrassment about what they had shared.

  After brushing her teeth, she didn’t know what to do with the brush so she set it down beside the sink. Leaving the bathroom, she rushed through the room, mumbling to Masaun who was sitting on his bed putting on socks, that she was going downstairs to get dressed.

  At the closet in the foyer, she put on her clothes.

  “I’ll walk you to your car.”

  Startled, she turned in the process of shoving the last pin in her hair. Masaun was standing a few steps away from her, dressed in his candy store apparel. One handsome man, confident and commanding stood before her. She hadn’t even heard him come down. “That’s not necessary. I need to rush to get home and change.”

  “But, it will be done.”

  She knew better than to argue with him; if she pushed, he might insist in following her home again. The last thing she needed was for the local reporter to be stalking her condo this morning and see Masaun pulling into the complex behind her, watching her walk to her door before driving away. Exhaling, she grabbed her purse, pulled her cell phone out, and checked the time. Thankfully, it was barely seven in the morning. She wasn’t expected to meet her team until nine and court was at ten that morning.

  Masaun unlocked the front door then pulled it open.

  The early morning sun and crisp fall air greeted them.

  “Are we still on for Sunday?” She stood at the end of the walk and glanced at the man beside her.

  “Do you want us to be?”

  Damn, he was putting the ball in her court. After forgetting herself and not only falling asleep all night in his arms but having sex with him as well, she would have preferred he just demand she meet him. That way she could convince herself that the only reason she came to him was because he commanded her to do it.

  However, now she was going to have to admit that she still wanted their arrangement, needed it. Even more now than when they had started.

  “Yes.”

  “Then I’ll see you Sunday.”

  Giving him a small smile, she went to her car. Once she was behind the wheel, she noticed the raising of his garage door and him going to his car.

  She thought he had still decided to follow her. She swallowed and backed up. However, once she made it to the interstate, Masaun honked at her, as he continued on down Virginia Beach Boulevard.

  Merging into the traffic, she realized her mistake the other day when she had the genius idea of calling Masaun at the office to disregard his order of not wearing panties. Evidently, he was an early morning worker as well.

  She sighed, recalling just how he’d punished her.

  “I’ll think twice before doing that again.”

  CHAPTER Eleven

  “My-y plans for today?”

  “Yes.” Masaun could hear the hesitation and surprise in her voice. It was early Saturday morning and he could guarantee a call from him most likely was the last thing that Kindle expected. Eight o’clock in the morning was hours before polite etiquette allowed a phone call to someone else’s home, even someone that was a family member. However, since Thursday when she drove one direction and he’d gone another, he’d thought about nothing but her and the next time he would be able to see her—Sunday. But Sunday had seemed too far away.

  She cleared her throat. He could imagine her physically pulling herself together to appear controlled and nonchalant. “Nothing much. This is my house cleaning time, until late afternoon. I’ll probably head into the office to get some trial work accomplished.”

  “Does your home look like your office?” Masaun stepped to his cabinet and removed a frying pan to start preparing his breakfast.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Neat and orderly. Everything in its place at all times?” He’d recalled her office from their first meeting and the second time he’d arrived for her panties. Nothing on her desk but the file she was working on. Any person that neat during a hectic trial would have to be like that all the time.

  “Maybe.” She laughed.

  Now he was the one caught off guard. The moments he spent with her were serious events and he never got to hear her laugh. It was a lovely sound that made him grin on the other end and strengthened his resolve.

  “I don’t want to interrupt any OCD rituals and schedule you have set for your life.”

  “Hey, I may resemble that remark…exactly. Thanks to my dad.” The humor in her voice diminished a little when she spoke of her
father.

  Something he’d love to hear more about. “Can you put it off until tomorrow and take a drive with me today?” He took out a bowl then eggs and vegetables.

  “A drive? Where are you going?”

  “Does the destination affect the outcome of your answer?” His heart beat firmly against the back of his chest. He wanted to spend the day with her, not in play, but just getting to know her. A new ground for him, but something he wanted to explore a little more of, regardless that his mind was telling him it would make their parting more difficult.

  “Um, no… I guess not.” She paused for a moment. The sound of liquid pouring into something could be heard.

  He wondered what kind of breakfast she ate on an uneventful morning when she didn’t have to rush into the office.

  “I’ll do it. Where do you want me to meet—”

  “I’ll pick you up around ten, Kindle. Can you be ready by then?” Leaving the onion and mushrooms on the counter beside his cutting board, he carried the tomatoes and kale to the sink to rinse them.

  “Yes, I can.”

  It was his turn to pause. He wasn’t ready to end the conversation, enjoying the sound of her voice. “Then I’ll see you then.”

  Once he hung up his cell phone, he started preparing his scrambled eggs. Saturday’s were the easiest days for him to fuel his body with proteins and vitamins that he needed. Weekdays he consumed one of his protein bars and a piece of fruit that he kept on hand in the refrigerator at the shop. Every other Saturday, Sweet opened the store and he got a day off besides Sunday when they were closed.

  He would have found pleasure inviting Kindle for a brunch, however, he didn’t trust himself to not have sex with her if she were in his home. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be inside of her again. Hell, the morning he slept with her in his arms all night then made love to her had haunted his days—filling his mind with lustful memories.

  He wanted to get to know more than just her body, but what made the woman.

  ~YH~