Walk on the Wild Side

by Suz deMello

  While he made love to her mouth, his fingers scrabbled at her dress’s fastenings. She tore at his jacket and tie so she could touch his chest, hard and hot as sun-warmed rock. He pulled her hands down to her sides, and her dress fell to her feet. While he tugged her over to a sofa, she continued undressing him.

  Naked to the waist, he sat on the moss green velvet couch. “You’re hungry, but not for food? Show me.” He pushed away a coffee table with his foot to give her more room.

  She knelt between his knees and fumbled with his belt, smiling into his eyes. He stroked the sides of her face, tracing her bones, the ridge above her brows, the curve of her ears. She unzipped his trousers, and his cock sprang free through the slit in his silk boxers, already hard and erect to its fullest extent. He was big, and she remembered how that bigness had felt piercing her virgin ass. Her anus twitched around the ginger stick and she closed her eyes, her limbs trembling.

  She knew what would happen in just a very few minutes. Here, perhaps, or in the limo, or back in the city. It didn’t matter where. He’d push her farther and further than ever, and she could hardly wait.

  I promise to make you come so hard you’ll pass out.

  She took off his shoes, then yanked off his pants and boxers, hands shaking, with rough, jerky movements. She sucked him into her mouth all the way to the balls. He gasped and buried his hands in her updo. Crystal headed pins dropped to the carpet as he ruined the artful hairstyle, tugging her in so close her nose burrowed into his pubic hair. Grazing her teeth along his length, she pulled away until only his cockhead remained in her mouth, then tightened her lips over the edges of her teeth and took him back inside her as far as she could.

  His groan sounded like the sweetest music. He smelled like ginger and male musk. His pre-come oozed forth, tasting sweet and salty, and with a flavor unlike any other. She could feast on this cock forever.

  James. The joy of pleasuring him brought tears to her eyes.

  Oh, God. Had she fallen for him? Fallen in love with the notorious James Li?

  Liza was so startled that she clamped down on his dick.

  “Aaaahhhhh ...” He tightened his hands around her head and began to fuck her face with long, commanding strokes. “Deep-throat me, baby.”

  Thought fled, replaced by the urgency of his desire. She flexed her throat around his length and reached up with one hand to play with his balls. He bucked harder, faster. She tried to reach around to fondle his ass. He had a great ass, tight and muscular.

  His cock swelled, and he lay back against the sofa’s cushions. “Oh, baby, stop. I don’t wanna come yet.”

  She obeyed him, then stood, stretching her legs and arms. He reached for her, tugging her close so he could caress her head and play with her hair, then kissed her. “You have the best mouth ever. And now it’s your turn. Bend over the seat, baby.”

  They switched places, and when she was in position, he pulled down the thong panties. Blood flowed back into her clit and she moaned, reaching for it.

  He slapped her hand away. “No, baby. That’s mine, remember?” He curved a possessive hand around her snatch, rubbing her tingling clitoris. Slipping a finger inside, he spread her cream onto her pulsing clit until her need mounted, a coiling want that tensed every muscle.

  After kissing the panties, he tucked them into his trousers, which she’d tossed nearby. “I’ll always cherish these, even if they dug into your beautiful body.” Kneeling behind her, he massaged the marks the tight thongs had made around her hips, and she sighed with pleasure.

  He kissed the whip’s healing marks, bringing a sharper joy, then ran his tongue from her tailbone to her anus. He bit the ginger stick, wiggling it around inside her butt. She squealed with surprise, and he laughed. Using his fingers, he spread her labia, opening her wide. He licked her clit, sucked, delved his tongue into her pussy.

  She rode his face, grinding so the pressure on her clit took her higher. She was panting and ready to come, but he stopped again, damn him.

  “I’m going to fuck your pussy, baby.” He caressed her back as he stood.

  Her skin rippled with anticipation.“James, what about the butt plug?”

  “What about it?” He played with the ginger stick, and she sucked in a breath. “Are you sore?” he asked.

  “I’m, umm, I’m not sure.”

  He nibbled on her ear. “You’ll appreciate it, believe me.”

  He pushed his cock into her wet, ready cunt. With her eyes closed to focus on the sensations, she could feel his glans rub the ginger stick through the thin membrane separating vagina and anus. It was unbelievably erotic, and she pushed back hard, rocking, wanting more of him, every inch of his big, rigid shaft.

  But he controlled her frenzied bucking, gripping her hips with a sure and steady hand, easing in only so far as to rub her G-spot with his dick. When she struggled, denying his mastery, demanding control, he spanked her, the slaps reverberating around the turret’s peaked ceiling.

  He alternated between butt cheeks, swatting her in rhythm with his steady thrusts. Each stinging smack snapped through her. Wave after wave of pleasure buffeted her, unstoppable and powerful as the tide. His cock surged in and out, digging ever more deeply until it knocked against her womb. Her orgasmic cries rose until she didn’t recognize the frantic, pleading voice as her own.

  He bent over her, his body heat encompassing her, riding her hard, his balls slapping her ass with each heavy thrust. He gripped her breasts, pinching her nipples, already achy from the clips. His body shoved against the ginger stick, stretching her, opening her to him as never before. The sense of being possessed by him, owned by him, overwhelmed her.

  She could do nothing but abandon herself to ecstasy. He reared back, banging her harder, when heat enflamed her ass sheath. He was easing out the ginger. Her body reluctantly released it, with a fierce, fiery trail following in its wake. She was crying out her release, and when it popped free, her cries rose to a scream.

  “Easy, baby,” he breathed into her ear. “There’s more.”

  She quivered, guessing what would come next. Could she handle it? Handle him?

  He pulled out of her pussy and put the wet head of his penis to her throbbing anus, prodding until the muscular ring accepted his cockhead. She gripped the couch’s cushions, in the thrall of an excitement edged by pure terror. A sob escaped her lips as he held her hips tightly and plunged fully into her. A long, low wail burst from her lips when he filled her open ass.

  Deep, deeper, deepest. With him so wet and her so stretched, she felt no pain, and her wail rose to a shout of delight. She pushed back against his rod, taking him inside her rear as far as she could.

  He withdrew, and she whimpered, empty. He drilled back inside, and her whimper turned to a scream. His heavy, hard, slow thrusts hurled her into another world, a world where nothing existed except James’s big, rigid cock sinking into her butt until he plumbed her darkest depths and flung her to the heights of rapture.

  She tightened around him, and he groaned, pulling out so only his cockhead stretched her anus. It was the widest part of his penis and she moaned, poised between pain and pleasure. She reveled in that fierce, kinky pleasure, wiggling her rump to entice him to fuck her more wildly.

  He did, slapping her ass each time he skewered her. She spasmed around his dick with each spank. He thickened inside her and she screamed, her cries blending with his, reaching a crescendo as they came.

  * * * * *

  When he could, James forced himself away from Liza’s prone body sprawled over the couch. She was glorious. Her amber skin against the moss green velvet gleamed with a slight sheen of erotic sweat. Her curvy backside was reddened by his spanks and crisscrossed by the whip he’d wielded. His cock had distended her ass, leaving a thin trail of jism leaking from her back door.

  She was his woman, and he’d never give her up. He prayed that by tomorrow evening, she’d believe in their relationship as fervently as he did.

  He went to
the bathroom and cleaned himself up. Wringing out the washcloth, he brought it back and gently bathed her pussy and butt.

  The coolness of the wet cloth roused her, as he hoped it would. He kissed her forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up and back home.”

  Chapter Nine

  Back in the limo, James didn’t wait. He immediately raised the privacy panel and asked her, “Are you mine?” The growl in his voice presaged more demands, more ecstasy. I promise to make you come so hard you’ll pass out ...

  With Liza still tingling from their last bout, the tiny hairs on her nape and her arms lifted. Her breath ragged, she said, “I’m yours.”

  He took off his jacket and tossed it on the backward-facing seat. He sprawled onto the seat opposite. “Onto your knees. Strip.”

  She put her handbag next to his jacket, taking her time. She kicked off the slides. Tossing aside her dress’s flapping skirt, she knelt in front of him and undid the frog fasteners, looking into his intent face.

  She had his total attention and loved it. As the dress opened, revealing more of her naked flesh, his gaze dropped to her breasts. She continued along the left side of the dress until it fell away.

  She was again completely nude but for her jewelry. He was still clothed, and the contrast made her want to rip off his sober, formal suit, have her way with him, force him to sweat and pant and want her the way she wanted him.

  Before she reached for him, he pushed her down onto the limo’s carpeted floor between the seats and wrenched off the nipple clips. Blood rushed back into the aching nubs of flesh, bringing a blast of sensation rocketing through her body, fierce and powerful. He pressed her breasts together so he could suck both at once, tonguing and nipping at them until she writhed, screaming his name. He covered her breasts with his hands and squeezed, pinching the tips.

  She scrabbled for his belt, while he made things harder by reversing over her. He pried her legs wide apart and went down on her, starting slow by brushing his tongue over her labia. He slid a finger into her wet slit and found her G-spot with a sure hand before opening her pussy lips and sucking on her clit, now impossibly sensitive from the night’s slow, sensual torture.

  Another two fingers inside her threatened to shove her over the brink in seconds. She tried to make it last, but he pushed harder, rubbing her clit with his tongue and finger-fucking her pussy. She lost whatever tenuous control she had. She squeezed her eyes shut and let it happen, sparks of intense pleasure flowing from his mouth into her cunt, light and feeling cascading through her body, behind her eyelids, enveloping her in bliss.

  The orgasm seemed to go on and on, fueled by the knowing caress of his mouth and her bottomless well of neediness. But she wasn’t done. Would she ever be done? She didn’t know but right now, she wanted more. She bent her knees and tucked them alongside his head, holding him securely in place while he continued to devour her. She panted, about to come again.

  He pulled her knees higher, opened her wider, so he could lick her anus. The gentle swirl of his tongue over her most sensitive, secret flesh sent her spiraling into space once more, sobbing with completion.

  She closed her eyes and let herself soar into a dazzling oblivion.

  * * * * *

  “I told you so.” James’s voice was smug with male satisfaction.

  “You sure did,” Liza said. “That’s the second time I passed out.”

  “And the night’s only half over.”

  She tried to open her eyes, but failed. “Uhhh, I think my makeup has stuck my lashes together.”

  “Don’t move.”

  “Okay.” In fact, nothing was moving, including the limo. “Where are we?”

  Cool moisture bathed her eyes. James’s hand behind her back raised her to a sitting position on the limo floor. “We’re stopped at the Bay Bridge.”

  “Traffic? At this time of night?” Blinking, she eased her lids apart, then craned her head to look out the window, but all she could see through the smoked glass were glowing lights and her own reflection.

  “You know it’s unpredictable. Hold still.” He knelt in front of her, carefully wiping her lower eyelids with a damp tissue. “There, no more messy makeup.”

  “Oh, thanks. We’d better try to put my hair back, or Bobby will be very upset.”

  “He’s probably occupied.” James leered. “If you know what I mean.”

  She grinned. “I do. Gotta pay for the Shiseido. Boy, I bet your driver got an eyeful and an earful, tonight.”

  “Don’t worry about him. He’s paid to be blind and deaf.”

  “James, he’s a driver.”

  “Blind and deaf to anything that goes on back here.”

  That meant that he’d laid other women in his limo. She struggled against her jealousy, since it was stupid. They weren’t committed to each other and never could be. A relationship between them was impossible, given that he danced at the edges of the law, and she was sworn to uphold it.

  A leaden glove squeezed her heart. She swallowed against it, breathed, and said, “Umm, where’s my dress?”

  James handed her the silk gown. For the first time, she noticed that the embroidered pattern echoed the dinner they’d eaten: dragon and phoenix, fanciful winged creatures eternally intertwined.

  “I wonder if I can get a phoenix tattoo,” she said.

  “That would be very appropriate. Look at how you shaped your life after that gang incident. Rose from the ashes of death, you did.”

  He helped her slip on her dress and fasten the frogs. Then her shoes, and together they unsuccessfully tried to twist her hair back upon her head in a semblance of its previous style.

  “Am I presentable?” she asked.

  “Presentable is too bland a word for you. You’re gorgeous.” He handed her a bottle of water.

  “Thank you. I’ll settle for, umm, not attracting attention when we walk through your casino to the elevator.” She drank, relishing every swallow.

  He shook his head. “Nope, not possible. I like my staff and my renters, but I’ll admit that they love to gossip. I bet everyone knows about you in all three houses. By this time, Bobby and Veronica have told everyone. They’ve probably talked with Franklin and Seamas. Too late, babe. I know how the staff’s minds work. We’re Topic A.”

  She eyed him worriedly. “Do I look okay?”

  “I think that getting the hair back up is a losing battle. Here.” He took back the water, moistened his fingers and ran them over her hair. “He’s put so much goop on here that it ought to stand up on its own, but I think I can do something with it ...”

  “James, how do you know so much about women’s hair, and clothes, and ... and stuff?”

  “Two sisters and one hell of a lot of female renters. And boys like Bobby. Comes with the territory, sweetheart. Well, I couldn’t get it back up, but it should look okay until we’re back in the suite.”

  Liza scrutinized herself in the dark window. Her hair, a puffy black cloud, framed her face. “I look more like myself.” She hoped she wouldn’t encounter anyone she knew. She wasn’t ashamed of James, but she wasn’t quite ready to merge her workaday life with the intimacy she shared with him.

  “Who else? Touch up your lipstick, we’re almost there.”

  * * * * *

  After midnight on a Saturday, James’s Pacific Heights house was crowded, with the gambling tables doing an especially brisk business.

  As they walked across the gaming floor toward the elevator, Liza said, “Clever that you run card rooms instead of casinos.”

  He smiled. “The law is riddled with exceptions. I merely take advantage of them.”

  “That was why my boss in Vice told us to focus on the P and P statute.”

  “P and P?”

  “Pimping and pandering.”

  Irony gleamed in his dark eyes. “Are you still thinking about ways to bust me? That might be fun. I have to admit that I got really turned on when you handcuffed me.”

  She felt her face redden. “So
did I.”

  “Ha. I knew it.” He punched the elevator’s call button.

  When the elevator opened, it revealed Liza’s boss, Bill Hester of the Major Crimes Unit, with Cherise’s arm tucked into his elbow.

  This time, he recognized her. “Bowman! What are you doing here?” His glance strayed to James.

  “Detective Bowman is my guest, Bill,” James said, composed.

  Liza thanked her lucky stars that most of her makeup had worn off. She’d enjoyed the glamorous look that Bobby had created but knew that a man who hired whores could misinterpret what was going on. “Good evening, sir,” she said formally. “Hi, Cherise.” She nodded at the redhead, whose wrinkled French maid’s outfit seemed somewhat the worse for wear, as did Bill Hester’s rumpled blue blazer and sloppily knotted tie.

  “Hi,” Cherise chirped. “How’s it goin’, James?”

  “Great.” Moving aside, James gestured Bill and Cherise out of the elevator.

  Liza stepped in as soon as she could, hoping to cut short the embarrassing encounter. Shit. She and her boss would have to deal with the night’s revelations: that Bill Hester, a married man, bought sex while Liza was spending the weekend with James Li, a man who skirted the unsavory edges of the law. Damn, damn, damn.

  Would her boss believe her when she told him she was working the Keller case? Maybe, if she could get her report on his desk before he came in.

  And why couldn’t life be simple?

  “Hang on a second,” James said. “Hold the door, okay?”

  After following Hester and Cherise to the bar, James talked to the bartender for a couple of seconds.

  When he returned, Liza asked, “What’s up?”

  “I comped your boss a few drinks and arranged for some free gambling.” Using his key, he directed the elevator to his private floor. He glanced at her. “That should eliminate any problems you could have with him at work.”

  “I don’t know how I feel about that.”

  “Look at it this way. It buys you some time to figure out how you feel.”

  “Umm, what could he say to me? I’m not paying a whore for sex.”