by C. M. Albert
The pace of dancing fingers slowed while Avaline rode out her orgasm. “Come here,” Avaline growled. Cruz slowly crawled up the bed and sat next to Avaline, her legs crossed in front of her.
Avaline sat up, too, facing her lover. “Thank you for trusting me today,” Avaline said, brushing a stray hair behind Cruz’s ear.
Maricruz nodded, her dark eyes never leaving Avaline’s. “I can never see you again, can I?” she whispered hoarsely.
“No, not with the way things currently stand. Besides,” she said, blushing as she lowered her gaze, “I think you will be my last female lover.”
Avaline was sure of it. Not because of Maricruz, but because she still couldn’t get Dom out of her mind. Every touch she experienced, no matter how thrilling, made her miss the feel of Dom’s rough hands. The way she felt possessed by and protected at the same time when she was in his arms. No matter how much she tried to forget him, nothing erased the memory of their time together.
With each passing day, she was losing Henri more and more. Her heart burned with anger and despair as she thought of the man she loved more than anything deteriorating before her eyes. He was one in a million, they said. She would have to agree. And under other circumstances, that might be a good thing. When it’s your shitty luck having the rare and fatal Creutzfeldt-Jakob’s disease, not so much. Every day she watched helplessly as her husband slipped further and further beyond her grasp. Soon, the man she once loved would be unrecognizable, his mind no longer his own.
“Hey, are you okay?” Maricruz asked tentatively, pulling Avaline back from her pain. “It wasn’t anything I did, was it?”
Avaline held the woman’s chin, lifting her face so their eyes met. She leaned forward and slowly kissed the woman’s warm lips, their gaze never parting. “God no, Maricruz. You were exquisite. So much so I have no need for another female partner. I’m content to end my affairs with women having you as my last lover.”
Maricruz blushed. “And I think you have opened a doorway for me. I never realized how much I would enjoy my time with a woman. I think my path in this journey has just begun,” she said shyly.
“You will make someone an excellent partner, Maricruz. We have a wide range of clients at the White Room. I encourage you to explore your tastes and limits within the safe boundaries you have here. Once you become more confident, you will be a lover to be reckoned with,” she said suggestively.
“You said ‘we.’ Do you own the White Room?”
Avaline took a deep breath. “In a matter of speaking. But you must not share this information with anyone, Maricruz. Perhaps over the year ahead things will change a little around here. If they do, I’ll introduce myself properly,” she said softly. She thought of her husband, as he’d been when they’d first met. Then she thought of Dom, with his naughty hands and wicked tongue. “But my heart belongs with someone else.”
Maricruz smiled, her eyes beaming. “He’s a lucky man, el meu àngel de pell clar.”
“My Catalan is a little rusty,” Avaline admitted with a half-grin.
“My fair-skinned angel,” Maricruz whispered. “Thank you for being my first, and for giving me this gift to know how gentle and passionate a woman can be. I’ve always suspected as much, but I was afraid to give into my feelings. I will never be afraid again.”
The bell chimed softly, reminding the women that their time together was over. The women rose, their arms encircling one another one last time.
“I will never forget you, Emmeline,” Maricruz whispered. “Segueix el teu cor—follow your heart. You deserve as much happiness as you’ve shown me.”
Avaline watched as Cruz sauntered from the room, her long arms swaying in rhythm with the muscled lines of her sleek backside. She would miss the soft touch of a woman, but her mind immediately circled back to Dom and the hard, sexy planes of his body. She remembered his deep voice when he’d whispered, “I’m used to getting my way.”
Avaline was too.
Shivers raced over her body as she lowered herself into the same chair she’d first seen Dom sitting in. She propped her legs up onto the table in front of her and parted her legs. Avaline traced her hard nipples with one hand as she lowered her other, pleasuring herself one last time, using the image of Dom’s nearly bald head and scruffy five o’clock shadow as her muse.
She knew he was one to break the rules. Dominick was his real name, after all. As she reached her peak, she called out his name, knowing that when the time was right, she would move heaven and earth to change the rules and see him once again.
6
Austin
AUSTIN WELLS WAS tired. Every muscle in his six-four frame ached from his daily squash workout with his brother, Alec. He was a merciless competitor, as were all of his brothers; but his rivalry with Alec was legendary. As firstborn sons, and twins, they were constantly one-upping each other. The truth was, Austin was tired of that too. Especially when his brother crossed a line and started dating his highschool sweetheart, Deena. Sure, he’d ended it long ago, and there was no chance in hell he’d rekindle that flame. Still . . . it smarted. Austin’s only consolation was that he’d had her first.
Today he needed to escape. To be pampered. He’d been pampered his whole life, but this was different. Lately, he was feeling off his game, and it wasn’t just because of Alec. He was tired of the vapid women who found their way onto his arm. The endless string of galas and fundraisers. Most of all, he hated his job. Investment banking was exhausting. He closed his eyes as he stretched out across the large bed, waiting for his White Room partner to join him. He had no idea which one of his fantasies would be fulfilled today. All he knew was that he wanted it slow. Asked for something relaxing. He wouldn’t be playing dom today, that’s for sure. He was too beat down for that.
The lights went off and Austin sat up on his elbows, straining to see across the room. When the double doors opened, a solitary figure walked through, a dark outline framed against the bright light from the entryway. Austin couldn’t make out the color of her hair, but it was pinned up in a bun on top of her head. Despite his exhaustion, he grew hard in anticipation. Her figure was generous and curvy, just how he liked it. He liked plowing into soft flesh that cushioned him and could never understand Alec’s preference for women who were all bones and hard edges.
“I was told you needed to be taken care of today,” the woman said languidly as she neared the bed. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he noticed her hair was a light brown, copper highlights framing her face. It must be long, too, because it was a large bun that sat on top of her head, held together with two sharp sticks. “Roll over,” she said, her tone seductive yet comforting.
Austin flipped over onto his stomach, his bare ass flexing when soft hands began gliding over it. He felt her weight as she climbed onto the bed, her soft silk robe teasing his skin as she lowered herself onto his upper thighs. He inhaled sharply when her hot opening pressed bare against the soft fuzz of his hairy legs. He smelled the lotion before he felt it, warm against his skin. Vanilla, and something exotic he couldn’t place.
Her hands were soft but firm as they eased over his tired muscles in a sensual pattern, putting pressure exactly where he needed it until they softened, complied. Austin ached to turn over and look her in the eyes as he slid her down onto his rock hard cock. But she wasn’t done, and he needed more.
The woman leaned over and massaged the knots from his neck, his shoulders. Muscles he’d forgotten about released stored tension as his body gave over to the relaxing strokes of her hands. He must have dozed off for a few minutes because when he cracked his eyes open, the woman’s hands were pressing into the soles of his feet. He couldn’t hold back his moan as her thumb ran along the inside of his foot, circling his big toe and cupping it, stroking it back and forth in her tight grasp as if it were something else.
He turned over onto his back and propped himself up to get a better look at the woman with the exceptionally skilled hands. She was tall, too, with broa
d shoulders and generous breasts. The silk robe she had on did little to hide how big they were, their large areolas visible through the white fabric as her dark brown nipples stood eagerly at attention. He sat up, inching his way to the end of the bed where she stood.
Austin slid a hand under the soft silk to find even softer skin. Her eyes never left his as he cupped the bottom of her large breast, loving the feel of it tumbling over the sides of his palm. He rolled his hand around the soft flesh, rubbing her puckered nipple until it grew hard. Austin pushed the silk fabric aside so he could take it in his mouth. Her quick intake of air told him she liked the soft suckling, the gentle roll of his tongue. He slid his other hand lower, moving the long, flowy silk of her robe aside to reveal full, thick legs. Soft. They were so soft. He ran his hand down the outside of her hip, over her round thigh. He grasped her flesh and squeezed, eager to be inside of her.
So much for taking it slow.
He took a deep breath, willing himself to slow the pace so he could fully enjoy his time with her. She was like a walking checklist of everything he physically wanted in a woman. He gently ran his fingers up her thighs, pleased with how they pressed together. He eased her legs apart with his hand, sliding the hard edge of his fingers along her soft opening. Austin tugged lightly at her nipple with his teeth as he slowly pushed two fingers inside of her, loving the warmth and tightness he found. She moaned, her hands in his hair as he tugged her nipple harder, his fingers slowly finding their rhythm below.
“What should I call you, beautiful?” Austin whispered as he lifted his mouth to her throat. His fingers danced between her folds, driving deeper as he stood. She took a sharp breath when he found her G-spot, her thighs shaking around his hand as he pressed back and forth, bringing her to the brink, then pulling back to delay release.
“What do you want to call me?” she asked coyly, pressing her body against Austin’s.
She stood tall when his fingers slipped from her warm center. Austin licked them one by one as he watched her, their eyes never parting. Hers were the color of vibrant green jewels, and he wanted to get lost in them.
“Your name should be Jade,” he said, his deep voice husky. “To match your eyes.”
Though her cheeks flushed pink, she raised those sexy eyes to his and held them. “Then call me Jade,” she whispered.
“Jade,” he sighed, finding his way back to her center, plunging his fingers deep inside again. He slid them back and forth, slowly at first. His thumb teased her little love button, and Austin felt it swelling in response. Just how he liked it.
“And what should I call you?” she gasped as Austin increased his tempo.
He nearly lost his mind when her insides clenched around his fingers, growing hotter with each stroke he made. “Austin,” he said, completely forgetting to use his White Room name.
“Austin,” she sighed, “I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”
“We have plenty of time for that,” he said. He knew how to work his fingers, and knew he could make her come fast. He gently gave love nibbles to her large nipples as he added a third finger below. The friction of rubbing them back and forth not only hit the right spots inside, but covered her now-stimulated clit and caused little earthquakes in her core. Jade closed her eyes, rolling her hips to meet his hand.
“I’m not sure I can come this way, standing up,” she said, her fingers lost in Austin’s hair.
“Oh, you can,” he promised, dropping to his knees. He flicked his tongue over her sensitive nub, sucking on the engorged clit. His fingers still pushed back and forth, driving straight up and massaging her G-spot.
“Oh God,” she moaned, pressing against his tongue as her body began to shudder. Austin loved eating pussy more than anything, and was soon rewarded with her quick release. The whole thing took less than five minutes.
Austin grinned. Take that, Deena.
“Come,” she said when her body had finished trembling around his fingers.
She headed toward the bathroom, and Austin didn’t like the way he felt, as if she were somehow slipping away from him. She turned and nodded her head, inviting him to join her.
Inside the expansive, white, marbled bathroom was a large jetted tub big enough for two. Jade turned on the hot water and squeezed a clear liquid under the water’s spray. While the tub filled, Austin watched as she lit a dozen white candles scattered around the bathroom. The room warmed in the glow of the candlelight, and he was getting his best look at Jade yet.
Her cheeks were round and pink; her eyes gently slanted up toward the outer corners. They were lined with thick brown liner, and her lashes seemed to go on for days. But it was her lips he couldn’t look away from. Full, pouty, plump. They were every man’s wildest fantasy, and he wanted nothing more than to feel them wrapped around him. When their gazes met, the twinkle in her eyes told him she knew exactly what he’d been imagining.
She turned away, unbelting the long, white robe and letting it slide gracefully down her body and pool at her feet. Austin’s mouth went dry, her naked body now revealing the most beautiful, plump backside he’d ever seen. It looked like an upside-down heart, growing wider at the bottom. His cock tightened, bouncing against his stomach in the most primal way. He suddenly longed to grab her ass from behind and bury himself deep inside her—claiming her.
She walked up the steps to the tub and sank into the generous bubbles that now filled the water. She looked like a curvy Greek goddess and Austin’s hand couldn’t help but stroke himself to relieve the pressure as he watched her slowly sink into the bubbles. Her body glistened, slippery and inviting. She turned and looked over her shoulder, rubbing her hands over her curvy body. “The water’s warm, Austin. Won’t you join me?”
He wasted no time getting up the steps and sinking into the hot water beside her. He was wound so tight he almost exploded when she pressed her lush body against his, taking his face in her hands as her breasts pushed up against his hard chest.
She leaned forward and kissed him, parting his lips with a slow stroke of her tongue. It was something he rarely allowed in the White Room; but for some reason, he didn’t hesitate with Jade. Her lips were too fucking soft to protest.
Jade’s tongue pressed against his, rolling with it, sucking it in hard like it was something else. His cock responded and he heard her chuckle.
“Mmm, I thought you’d like that,” she said, biting his lower lip. “I’m not done pampering you yet, Austin.” She steered him to the outside ledge that surrounded the tub and eased him down. He leaned against the wall’s cool marble tile, his head falling back in anticipated pleasure. The first flick of her tongue brought his head back up, their eyes meeting. Kneeling in front of him in the bubbly water, she ran her plump lips down the entire length of his shaft, taking him to his base.
He growled, pushing up into her hot, delicious mouth. “Fuck, Jade,” he said, his hands searching for her hair. He pulled the long sticks out, one at a time, and released thick waves of hair as she continued sucking, twisting and rolling her tongue around the thick length of him. Her slippery hands wrapped around his shaft, played with his balls, massaged his thighs as she continued taking him deep inside her mouth. Austin lifted his hips, feeding his cock to her as deeply as she’d take him. He grabbed a fistful of her insanely long hair. It tapped against her plump bottom everytime she bobbed her head in front of him.
He’d honestly never had anyone be able to deep-throat him like that before. It opened something so base and primal in him he was almost mad with a desire to consume her. He lifted Jade up with her hair, his dom tendencies coming out to play.
“I thought I could just sit back and be pampered,” he growled, turning her around and holding her with one hand cupping her breast, the other gripping the soft flesh of her hip. “But I can’t. I like being the one in control. Is that something you’re comfortable with?” He bit into her neck, pushing himself up against the soft rounds of her butt. She moaned, leaning back against him as his hand m
assaged her slick breast. He pinched the nipple while sucking the soft skin of her neck between his lips, aiming to leave a mark.
“What if I said no?” she asked, her tone raspy and breathless. Her body said yes, though, as she slid it up and down against him. “You’re not used to hearing ‘no,’ are you, Austin?”
He quickly bent her forward at the hip, positioning his cock at her center but not quite touching her. “No, I’m not. But say the word and I walk away. I like taking control, but my lovers are always willing. They beg for my cock. Have you ever begged before, Jade?”
He rubbed the tip of his penis against her wet opening, teasing her. She pushed her full bottom against him, inviting him in. “I’m not sliding inside of you until you beg me to,” he growled.
Austin slid his hand down her wet back and fisted her hair again, lifting her up halfway. He rubbed her backside in worship before slowly dragging the ridge of his hand between her thighs. He wanted so badly to thrust inside of her, to feel himself bottom her out. But he was a master at waiting.
“I’ve never had to beg before, Austin. Most men willingly give me their cock,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Oh yeah? And how many is ‘most men?’ Should I be concerned?”
She turned her head and met his eyes, her plump lips lifting into a half-smirk. “No more than I should be, right?”
“Touché,” he said, slowly entering her and pistoning just the tip of his penis in and out, making her hot with desire, but not giving her what she really wanted.
“I can do this all day, beautiful,” Austin said. He pulled out, rubbed his cock up and down her slick opening, over her ass.
