by C. M. Albert
He pushed up, making her feel the thickness of him against her core. Sliding her hips back and forth, she kissed her way along his now bare jawline. She’d never noticed how angular it was before. She leaned over, picking up a tube of aftershave balm. “First this,” she said. “I don’t want to leave you chafed.”
“I wish I could say the same thing about you,” he growled as she rubbed the warmed lotion over his bald head. Her insides grew hotter and wetter as she traced the circular shape of his scalp, knowing she’d be holding onto his ears when the time came. She leaned down and gently nibbled one before rubbing the balm into his cheeks and jaw.
“Enough!” he barked out as he gripped her hips and lifted her as he stood. She wrapped her long legs around his waist, kissing the soft crook of his neck as he carried her to the small kitchen area.
“Aren’t we going to the bedroom?” she asked, looking around at the stainless-steel appliances and Carrera marble countertops.
“In a minute. I’m suddenly very hungry,” he said, setting her onto the kitchen island.
He slid her jean vest off and ran a hand along the flat part of her exposed abdomen. He fingered the four diamonds that rested against her bare skin. “Nice,” he said, brushing his fingers delicately around her belly button, sending goose bumps racing up Arianna’s arms.
“Lean back,” he instructed, yanking her hips so they were all the way at the counter’s edge.
Arianna leaned against the stone countertop, her back arching and her nipples hardening at the cold sensation against her exposed midriff. Baron slowly slid his hands up her thighs, over the fishnet stockings. “Sexy,” he breathed out, bending down and kissing her inner thigh as he let his fingers slide up under the frayed hem of her shorts. He massaged the inside of her thighs as he kissed his way down her legs. Slowly, he unlaced her Doc Martens, letting them fall to the ground.
The suspense was killing Arianna. She wanted to rip her shorts off and wrap her legs around his head, pressing his mouth against her hot center. But she wouldn’t. The anticipation was driving her desire for Baron to the heights of the tallest roller coaster; she couldn’t wait to free-fall, the addiction of adrenaline rushing to her belly as she climaxed from the thrill of the ride.
Baron’s mouth tracing circles around her belly button snapped Adrianna back to reality as his hands dragged down her sides, sliding her jean shorts off with them. A wave of lust flooded her when he ripped the fishnets from her body with a precision that told her he might’ve done that before. After yanking the rest of the fabric from her legs, he picked one up and set it on his shoulder. He was holding her ankle when he turned his head and kissed the inside of her foot, at the most sensitive and ticklish spot.
Arianna giggled, then stopped when he slipped her big toe into his mouth, sucking it hard and sending waves of heat straight between her legs. She’d never had anyone suck her toes before, but she rather liked it. She inhaled sharply, holding her breath as he made love to her foot with his tongue. Her insides grew damp as she gave in to the sweet torment of his skilled mouth.
He kept her leg on his shoulder as he kissed his way down it. Arianna instinctively lifted her hips to him, but he palmed her stomach and pushed her bottom back down. “Not yet,” he growled. “It was exquisite torture having your hands all over me in the barber chair. Now it’s your turn.”
“But that wasn’t even that sexual,” Arianna moaned.
“It was more sensual than you know, you little minx,” he argued. “Stay put,” he ordered. Baron went to the freezer and pulled something out, though Arianna couldn’t see what. He came back over and slowly slid her black thong over her hips and down her trim legs. He drew in a quick breath, making Arianna smile.
“A heart?” he asked, staring at the closely trimmed hair pointing directly to her hot center.
“I told you I’d shaved for you too,” she whispered, suddenly feeling a little shy and a tad immature with the heart-shaped design. She’d thought it was sexy, though, and it was something new for her. “Don’t you like it?”
She hated the hesitation in her tone. Arianna was rarely gun-shy when it came to men, no matter what their age. But she suddenly cared about Baron’s opinion of her. She started to sit up.
“I said stay put,” he growled. He reached his hand out, running his fingers over her closely cropped hair, tracing the outline of the heart and letting his fingers drop to her center. “It’s sexy as hell,” he moaned, sliding two fingers deep inside of her.
Arianna gasped, loving the feel of his thick fingers as they pushed against the back of her, finding her sweet spot without hesitation. And this was why she loved older men. They knew what they were doing. Baron lifted her other leg, placing it on his other shoulder as he bent down, tracing his tongue along the outside of her wet folds.
“You’re already so wet for me, Julianna,” he moaned, pushing his tongue deep inside. This time, when Arianna lifted her hips to meet his mouth, he let her, placing his hands under her ass and pulling her tight against his face. He buried his head, sucking hard on her clitoris and not letting go.
Arianna screamed out, wiggling against him as he nearly drove her to climax just from the pressure he was applying to her sensitive nub. Before she could come, she felt something freezing cold enter her. She gasped, trying to look down and see what it was.
She felt the cold length slowly slide in and out, the sensation excruciatingly delicious. “What is that?” she gasped, pushing against the cold object.
He pulled it out, revealing a melting popsicle. He stuck it into his mouth, sucking her juices from the cold treat. She moaned, letting her head fall back. “Oh my god!” she said, laughing. “That’s a first for me.”
After finishing the popsicle, he dove back down, sucking the tasty drippings of the cold treat as they dribbled from her opening. He pushed his tongue deep inside again, licking her core clean from the sticky sweetness. It was too much for Arianna. As she came, Baron latched onto her clitoris, sucking it hard as he sent her soaring over the edge. Her legs were still shaking when he slid his fingers across her glistening opening and lifted them to his mouth, savoring the heady taste of Arianna’s sweet juices riding the tropical notes of coconut and lime.
“God, you’re sweet, Julianna,” he said. “With or without the popsicle.”
Baron lowered her legs, helping her sit up. He stared into her rich brown eyes, instructing her to lift her arms. He slowly slid her miniscule bratop over her head, freeing her firm breasts. They were no bigger than a small B, but they were sensitive, and Arianna loved her boobs. The nipple rings in each areola made them even more sensitive to the touch.
Baron inhaled sharply when he saw her bare chest, diamond sunbursts circling each nipple, held on fast by a thin, silver bar through the center. “Well, you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” he said, lifting his fingers and brushing the tips over her pebbled flesh. He bent his head and flicked each nipple with his tongue, biting the small nubs in the process. Arianna’s head dropped back, her hands immediately shooting to his head. She held onto his ears as he continued sucking her sensitive nipples, nearly bringing her to a second climax as he gently tugged the jewelry that was piercing her flesh.
“I want you, Baron. I am literally dripping wet for you. I need to feel you inside of me. No more games. Take me to the bedroom and fuck me,” she pleaded.
“I like it when you beg, Julianna,” he said, yanking her from the countertop. She wrapped her legs around his waist once more as he carried her into the bedroom. He set her gently onto the crisp, white comforter, but she didn’t stay put for long.
She sat up on her knees so she could help Baron undress. Arianna ran her hands along his hard, flat abs, envious of the ridges her fingers traveled. Her stomach was flat, but it wasn’t full of muscles like his. They were rather sexy, and Arianna found herself wanting to lick them. She leaned down, indulging in her desire as she trailed her tongue over his skin, inhaling the fresh woodsy scent of hi
s soap. She cupped his cock through his briefs, massaging it in her hands. After freeing Baron of the offending material separating them, Arianna took in the full of his form, pleased with what she had to play with.
As a triathlete, his body was near flawless. He had a scar running along one of his ribs that she wanted to know the story behind. She traced her finger over the bumpy skin, kissing it when she was done.
Arianna met Baron’s eyes, sending a silent invitation to do whatever he pleased with her. She turned around and placed her head at the end of the bed so it was slightly hanging over the edge of the mattress. “Come here,” she whispered, reaching out for his muscular thighs. He edged closer to the bed, standing directly above her. Her sweet, young body arched off of the mattress and she knew she made quite the picture. Baron moaned, rubbing his cock in his hand as he looked down at Arianna’s lithe frame.
She grabbed his thighs and pulled him even closer until he was right above her, her head nearly between his legs. “Fuck my mouth,” she demanded.
Baron closed his eyes, drawing in a sharp breath. “Are you sure?” he asked. “This won’t hurt, will it?”
She looked at his impressive size, eager to wrap her lips around him. “We won’t know unless we try,” she said, licking her lips.
Baron squeezed his hard cock, lowering it to her mouth. She took him in greedily, licking the tip first before running her tongue up and down the outside of his shaft. She looked up at Baron, who was hunched over, massaging her small tits.
“Don’t be afraid to fuck my mouth, Baron. I want to taste every inch of you.”
Baron groaned, thrusting deeper inside her throat. Arianna sucked harder as her hands twisted around his shaft, knowing the pressure would drive him insane. She used her hand to pump him, inviting it in and out of her mouth as he fucked her mouth upside down.
“Fuck,” he grunted, holding onto the sides of her face as he thrust his hips back and forth, plunging between her warm, wet lips. He leaned over, sliding three of his fingers deep inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit as he did. His fingers dove in and out, matching the pace he was setting with his thrusting hips.
Arianna moaned, her insides clenching around his fingers as she came again. Baron stood up straight, trying to back away. She reached her hands between his legs, pulling his ass closer so he wouldn’t leave her mouth. She wanted to taste him, more than anything.
Baron groaned. “I don’t want to come this way, Julianna. I want to be inside of you. Feel your legs wrapped around me as I drive all the way into your sweet pussy. We don’t have much time left. Let me have you,” he said.
Arianna conceded, letting Baron pull back. “But you taste so good,” she said, licking her lips.
“As did you, but I don’t want to walk out of here without knowing all of you,” he growled. “Kneel down, and let me take you from behind.”
Arianna complied, kneeling on all fours and sticking her small rump in the air toward Baron. She could hear him slowly rub his wet cock as he appreciated his view of her from behind.
“God, you are so beautiful, Julianna. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”
Before she could answer, Baron gripped her hips and began to slide his long, thick shaft inside of her. Arianna wasn’t that big, but she was eager to take in every inch of him that she could. Baron had, by far, the largest cock she’d ever fucked—with her mouth or otherwise.
“Let me know if this hurts,” he said, then chuckled. “Though you seemed to handle it just fine with your mouth,” he said, moaning at the memory of filling her throat.
He went slow, allowing her insides to adjust to his size. He could feel her vaginal walls stretch for him, inviting him all the way in. He gave one last thrust of his hips until his balls were pressed against her backside, her insides gripping him as he finally filled her full. She groaned, slowly circling her ass against his base. “Holy hell,” she said, “you feel so good inside of me. Fuck me, Baron. I’m ready.”
It was all the invitation he needed. He rocked back and forth, finding a steady rhythm as he bounced Arianna up and down his long shaft. She cried out when he bottomed her out, driving his hips in a slow, sensual circle. Her knees buckled and she slid them apart, lowering herself slightly. Baron reached around, covering her back as he cupped her breasts, squeezing them as he pumped slowly. She felt safe with his body enveloping her as it was.
Tiny tremors shot straight between her legs when Baron pinched her nipples—really hard. Arianna panted, loving the feel of his slick chest against her small back as her nipples burned with heat. He slowed his pace as he gripped her shoulders from underneath, cradling her body even tighter against his so he could thrust even farther inside her.
The pace was antagonizingly slow and sinfully deep with each pounding thrust.
Baron’s lips found the delicate crook of Arianna’s neck; he sucked the soft flesh between his lips as he increased his pace, slamming into her from behind.
“God, yes,” she panted. “Come for me.”
Baron lifted his torso from Arianna’s back and raised her hips in the air, flattening her chest against the soft mattress. She was facedown, breathing heavily, when Baron gripped her hips again and resumed his fast and steady pace. Arianna loved the slap of his body against hers, the slick sounds of wet channels meeting hard lines. She clenched her insides tight around his cock until he groaned, growling loud like an animal as he plunged into her one last time, hard, pushing as far as he could go when he came.
Arianna collapsed on the mattress, lying all the way down as she caught her breath. Their bodies were wet and tangled, Baron’s solid frame still covering hers. He kissed her neck softly, noticing her small tattoo for the first time. He traced it lightly with his tongue.
“So you’re a believer in true love then?” he asked, kissing her head as he pulled out and rolled onto his side.
She turned to face him. “Of course I am. I just haven’t met the right one yet, and I’m too young to get married anyway. What about you?”
“My wife died a long time ago. My children are grown now. Out of the house.”
Arianna laughed. “Making them, what? About my age?”
Baron groaned. “Let’s not talk about that so much, shall we?”
Arianna leaned in to kiss him, drawing in his full bottom lip. She ran her hand along his jaw, rubbing it back and forth. “Still smooth as a baby’s butt. I think I did good,” she said, beaming. “Though I would’ve loved to have felt your beard along my thighs, as well.”
Baron grinned. “I wish there could be a next time. I’d grow it back out just for you.”
Arianna’s eyes crinkled as she smiled mischievously at Baron. “You never know . . .” she said, hinting she knew something he didn’t.
Baron sat up, confusion drawing his brows together. “What do you mean? I thought the White Room was once and done? The rules—”
“Yes, but rules are made to change. Especially when clients’ needs change. And I have it on good authority that the owner is looking to shake things up. You know the Bellaroses, don’t you? I believe they go to your church.”
Baron cleared this throat. “I do. Avaline was the one who discreetly recommended the White Room for me, given my profession. I’m still a man, after all. With needs.” Baron grinned. “It wouldn’t look so good for me to scratch that itch outside of a committed relationship, though. And I’m just not ready for that. I’m not sure I’ll ever be after losing Sarah.”
Arianna sat up and put her hand on his arm. “I’m so sorry, Baron.”
They sat silent for a moment, each lost in thought.
“So, what changes are they planning to make then, if you’re able to say?” he asked. “And how do you know about them, exactly? Don’t you work for your father?”
Arianna grinned like a cat who’d just bagged the fattest mouse. “Avaline is my godmother. She’s been letting me moonlight here to learn the business. I find it much more fascinating than publishing. Wouldn’t you ag
ree?” she asked, winking.
Baron laughed. “I certainly like seeing you here much more than at your father’s office.”
“Same,” she agreed. Then Arianna’s expression grew somber. “Well, you know Henri has been really sick for some time now. He has Creutzfeldt-Jakob’s disease. His case was hereditary, I believe, which is rare.”
“I knew he was having health problems, I just didn’t realize it was so serious. They haven’t been in church for the past six months or so. That explains why.” He instinctively reached out to rub his beard, a faint grin lifting the corner of his mouth when his hand met the smooth surface of his jawline. “I’ll reach out to them. Thanks for telling me. Do you know how much longer he has?”
“Days? Weeks? I’m not sure. He’s already lost his vision and has no cognitive memory of Avaline or their life together. He transferred all of his shares of the business to her the moment he was diagnosed. Avaline has been running the business ever since, on top of caring for him. She really does love him, you know. Henri’s family was always skeptical, but I know them both. What they have is real. I got the tattoo when I found out he was dying. A reminder that true love does exist. And that it never ends, even after death.”
Baron reached over and cupped Arianna’s chin. “You’re awfully wise for someone your age,” he said, searching her eyes. “So there’s a chance I can see you again?”
Arianna shrugged. “You know my father would never permit it if he knew about our—encounter. He and Mother would never allow this to continue outside of the White Room, nor would your congregation look too favorably on you dating a much younger woman. Particularly one who’s agnostic,” she admitted.
Baron smiled softly, but nodded, understanding.
“I wish things were different,” she said, squeezing his hand. “I’ve never felt as free and fulfilled as I have with you, Baron. I don’t think you’re quite as straitlaced as you think. I’d love a chance to loosen you up a bit, make you take a walk on the wild side,” she said, raising her brows and grinning.
