Devi's Bliss: Books 4-6

by Mika Lane

  He dipped a finger in her soaked pussy and slipped it up to her ass. His slick finger pressed against her tight rosette.

  “God, Luke. Oh god, that feels so nice.” She shivered from the intensity of the unfamiliar sensation.

  “Oh yeah, baby. I’m gonna make your ass feel nice.”

  His wet finger made circles and then pressed against her tense opening. Moaning, she pushed back against the pressure, and his finger slid inside just a little. The moisture from her pussy dribbled down the inside of her thighs.

  With his finger gently pulsing in the opening of her ass, his tongue slipped between her closed lips, licking until he could reach her clit from behind. The sensation of having her ass fingered and her clit sucked was almost too much. She bucked against his face and he probed deeper still.

  Explosive shivers shot through her every pore, and she came, calling Luke’s name, begging him to fuck her harder with his tongue and finger.

  When her bucking slowed, he pulled her to his chest and held her until her breath returned to normal. Her head was limp against his chest, her eyes closed, and her lips slightly parted.

  He hooked a finger under her chin and turned her face to his.“You okay?”

  Unable to speak, she nodded weakly. And smiled. He smelled like her pussy.

  He pulled her to standing and returned her thong and blue jeans to their rightful place as she put her glasses back on. He cleaned up in the restroom, and when he was done, she followed.

  The pilot announced they’d be on the ground in ten minutes. They buckled up and finished their warm beers.

  And the evening has only just freaking begun.

  They deplaned at LAX’s executive airport. While walking to the car that waited to take them to downtown LA, Gaia marveled at the number of small jets scattered around like a disorganized parking lot.

  “Don’t be fooled by this mess,” Luke said, reading her thoughts. “Everything that happens in these places is very tightly controlled.”

  Once settled in the hired car, Gaia snuggled up to Luke. She kissed the scruff along his jaw line, following it to his ear. After sucking on his earlobe, she took a quick nip at it.

  “Ouch! You little brat.” He reached inside her sweater and tweaked her nipple through her thin tank top.

  “Oooh,” she said.

  “Hmmm. I think you like that.”

  “Maybe I do.” A sly smiled said the rest.

  In twenty minutes they were downtown, having somehow evaded the horrendous traffic jams for which Southern California was so famous.

  “Here we are!” Gaia exclaimed.

  They pulled up to the curb of the giant sports arena. Thousands of fans wearing the Lakers’ colors, excited for a good game, flocked toward the numerous entrances. Luke extended his hand to help Gaia out of the sedan, and they headed toward a nondescript door bearing a Private sign.

  “What the hell?” she said when she saw him press the bell next to the door. “Why don’t we go in those glass doors where everyone else is going? Did you forget the tickets?”

  He laughed. “No, I didn’t forget the tickets. This is the VIP entrance.”

  She stepped back with wide-open eyes. “What?”

  The door popped open and some sort of bouncer greeted them.“Mr. Hall. Great to have you back.”

  They know him here, too?

  “Hi. This is my friend, Gaia Moon.”

  “Pleased to meet you, Miss Moon.” The bouncer’s hand dwarfed hers.

  They followed him to a club-like room where people were having drinks and chatting. There were wall-to-wall TVs playing all kinds of sports, but at least half of them were tuned to the court for the evening’s game.

  Gaia excused herself for the ladies’ room, and when she returned, Luke had bought them both purple and gold Lakers caps. She popped hers on her head and pushed her glasses up on her nose.

  “How do I look?” She laughed.

  “Fucking amazing, if you must know. Your red hair kills me,” he said, stroking a long strand. “What do you say we get some beers and check out our seats?”

  She gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for the cap. You wear yours, too, so we match. We’ll take a selfie when we get to our seats.”

  They grabbed their beers and exited the clubroom to a long hallway.

  “So this is how the big stars get in and out?” she asked.

  “Yup, they sure do.”

  “Do you ever see celebrities here?”

  He looked at her and laughed. “Of course. In fact, you’ll see some tonight.”

  She splashed beer out of her cup. It landed in a plop, on the toe of her right boot. “What?”

  He laughed and threw his arm around her shoulders. “C’mon, you goofball. You’ll see when we’re seated.”

  They showed their tickets to pass through one more door and were suddenly eye level with the court. They had only to walk a few steps more until they were next to a row of folding seats.

  The first row of folding seats. That is, the first row of the entire arena.

  Any closer and we’d be expected to play.

  Without a word, she followed him until they were settled in their center court seats.

  “Oh. My. God.”

  “Pretty sweet, huh?”

  “Don’t look. But is that Jack Nicholson over there?”

  Luke craned his neck, without an ounce of discretion. Gaia elbowed him hard in the ribs.

  “Aw, c’mon,” he said. “These folks are used to being checked out. Hey, take a peek to your left. It’s Leo DiCaprio, baby.”

  “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

  He picked her chin up with his finger. “I don’t care about them. They’re gonna be jealous you’re with me and not them.”

  She opened her mouth to speak. Nothing came out. She clamped her lips together as her heart slammed against her chest.

  She sipped her cold brew to calm down. “When does the game start?”

  “In just a few minutes.” He waved over a concessionaire for another beer, and the game got underway.

  Halftime rolled around after a lot of screaming. She was nearly stepped on by a player not once, but twice.

  “Hazards of the good seats,” Luke said with a grin.

  He stood and took her hand. “Let’s go back to the VIP club.”

  This time they walked into a party in full swing. It looked as though a lot of these people had come to the game not to watch, but to drink and eat, and see and be seen.

  They grazed a buffet of designer sliders and gourmet mac ‘n cheese when Luke grabbed her hand. “C’mon.”

  She abandoned her plate to follow him toward a non-descript door. He looked around before opening it and pulled her through. They faced a long hallway with a set of stairs at the end.

  Passing by several other, non-descript doors, she asked, “Where are we? Where does this go?”

  “I’ll show you.” He stopped for a moment to plant a hard kiss on her mouth, steaming up her glasses. He turned and kept going, unaware his dazzling kiss had caused her to stumble.

  When they reached the stairs, they started climbing. It wasn’t long before she was out of breath and had lost count of the number of floors they’d scaled. Had it been four? Or maybe five?

  When they reached what seemed like the top, they exited into another hallway. He continued leading her until they ducked through a doorway that said Private.

  Lots of private stuff around here.

  She gasped.

  Similar to the lounge-like club they’d just left, the room had a massive bank of windows on the far wall. As she approached them, she realized how far above the arena floor they were, with a bird’s eye view of the entire place. He took two beers out of the mini-fridge.

  “How’d you know about this place?” She asked as she looked around with wide eyes.

  “My company leases this sky box. No one was using it tonight.”

  “You have center court seats and a sky box?”

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nbsp; His shook his head at the absurdity. “Yeah, it’s a bit over the top. But it’s great for doing business with clients.”

  “I thought the floor seats were something, but look at this. It’s crazy. You can see the entire arena.”

  “Yes, we can. But they can’t see us.”

  “No? Not with these huge windows?”

  “They are one-way. We can see out. But no one can see in.” He walked up behind her. Pressing against her back, he brought his arms around to her breasts. “I want to finish what we started on the flight down.”

  An electric shock ripped through her. It ended in her pussy with a throbbing boom.

  Oh, yeah.

  She arched till her ass pressed on him. He was rock-hard, of course.

  That didn’t take long.

  Leaning her palms against the glass, she pushed harder against him, building heat. His hands slipped under her tank top and landed on her bare breasts.

  “God, you have great tits.” He pulled her nipples until she gasped. “And you’re so goddamned tall.”

  It was a good thing she was sandwiched between Luke and the glass wall. Otherwise, she would have toppled right over.

  His lips fell on her neck, tasting her like he was a starving man. He spun her around to face him. With her tank up around her neck and her low-cut jeans belted at her hips, his hands ran along the swath of her exposed abdomen, now exploding in delicious goosebumps. He kissed her, and their lips explored each other’s, locking so tightly she could barely breathe. And she was grateful. It had been so long since she’d been touched like this by a man. Like two years long. She’d forgotten what it was like to want relief so badly that all she could think of was tearing her clothes off and spreading her legs.

  But not yet.

  Now facing him with her back to the window, Gaia reached to open his belt and had his jeans at his knees in one swift move. She gripped his cock as best she could with one hand and placed the other underneath his sac. She knelt on the carpet before him, and he leaned over her to press his hands against the glass.

  He can watch the game. What a deal.

  Her hand could not completely grasp the girth of his cock as she pulled it toward her lips and kissed away the shiny drop of pre-cum beading at its tip. He shuddered, breathing in deep rasps.

  Savoring his taste, her lips parted to encircle his sensitive tip. She drew it firmly in her mouth, and her tongue played around it while her lips bounced over the ridge and down to his shaft. His balls tightened in the palm of her hand.

  “God. You’re killing me.” He moaned.

  She looked up at him and smiled as best she could with a mouthful of his length.

  She dove all the way down his shaft until her lips met his pubic bone. Her eyes poured tears from the harsh sensation at the back of her throat, and her nose started to run. She forced herself to relax, to avoid gagging, but was only somewhat successful. When she was out of air, she pulled back, gasping. Her glasses steamed again and she pushed them up on her head like sunglasses. She was dizzy with the need to devour him, and if he’d pulled away or otherwise made her stop, she would have lost her mind. But he wasn’t going anywhere.

  She moved his cock, now dripping with her saliva, out of the way to engulf his balls. She attacked him with a fury that surprised them both.

  He grunted as he rocked his pelvis into her face, fucking her mouth as deeply as she could take him. To balance, she had one hand on his quivering thigh. Her other hand wandered around to his ass, gripping his muscular flesh so hard he’d later wear the marks of her fingernails.

  When she released his balls, he reached down and directed his cock back into her mouth. She hungrily accepted him, this time bobbing along his length. All coherent thought left her mind, her rocking head meeting his pumping hips in a violent fury. Luke’s pleasure was her pleasure.

  He began to roar. “Goddamn. Yeah, suck me, baby,” he cried.

  His cock got harder still, and pulsated between her lips. His cum slammed the back of her throat with a force that momentarily threw her head back. But she swallowed and returned to catch the rest.

  He continued to shudder as Gaia cleaned his every last drop. When he was too sensitive to take any more, he pulled her to standing, leaning her back against the suite’s window. Behind them, the crowd roared as the Lakers scored their sixtieth point of the game.

  They grabbed fresh beers and returned to their center-court seats among the screams of the crowd and the squeak of athletic shoes against the wooden floor. The game was appropriately aggressive, and they cheered until their voices were hoarse. Gaia looked around again. She didn’t want to forget this night with all its VIP benefits and celebrity sightings. And hot, sexy fun.

  Is that Kate Hudson over there?

  Just as Luke’s hand found hers, a jolt surged through her. She sloshed her beer out of her cup for the second time that night, splashing it to the floor in a little puddle.

  During a slow moment in the game, she recalled how her husband, never far from her thoughts, had been a huge basketball fan. Without thinking, she snatched her hand back from Luke’s, pretending to move a strand of hair out of her view.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  She smiled brightly. “Of course.”

  The movement gave her a second to push the wave of “sads” out of the way. Grief was like that. It had the nerve to show up whenever it wanted, uninvited, and help itself to your day. Sometimes, she let it in like a temporary visitor. And sometimes, she sent it packing. Like right now.

  The game ended, and the crowd rushed for the doors. Not wanting to deal with the hassle of the stampede, Luke and Gaia returned to the VIP room for a final beer and to watch the game’s highlights on the monitors from the comfortable sofas.

  “This is amazing,” Gaia told him. “Thank you for a great night.” When was the last time she’d had so much fun?

  Luke laughed. “My pleasure.” He leaned toward her and kissed her head.

  He pulled back and looked at her.“Where did you get that crazy red hair? I’ve never seen anything like it.”

  Her hand strayed to her head, and she subconsciously played with a strand.

  “I’ve been told my mom’s grandmother was a redhead. Or a ginger, as they called it in the old country.”

  “Well, whatever they call it, it’s freaking gorgeous.”

  She looked up at him. “Thank you. People are funny about red hair. They either love it or hate it. When I was a kid in school, some little brats made fun of it. But at the same time, people would stop me on the street just to admire it.”

  “Kids made fun of you? What did you do?”

  “I’m not proud to say it, but I would fight them. I got pretty good, too. Gave a few bloody noses in my day. ’Course, I’d then get in trouble…”

  Luke hugged her close. “You little badass. I knew you were a tough one.”

  “Yup, I’m tough.”

  Sometimes, tough was the only option.

  They dozed on the quick flight back to San Francisco, and when they landed, they strolled hand-in-hand to Luke’s Tesla. They were mostly quiet on the ride back home, sated with food and drink, not to mention a couple of very zesty sessions.

  They pulled up in front of Gaia’s house.

  “What are you doing tomorrow?” Luke asked.

  Gaia leaned against the headrest and stifled a yawn. “Let’s see. Tomorrow, I’m helping my sister in her shop and then going to work to cover for my friend, Jewel, who has a class.”

  Back to reality…and dealing with the shop’s future.

  “All right then beautiful. We’ll chat?”

  She leaned forward to feel his lips on hers for the last time of the night. He was firm against her mouth, offering sensitivity and strength all at once.

  Where the hell did this guy come from?

  Chapter 6

  Next morning, Gaia made her way to Kiki’s, her high heels clicking over the precarious bricks paving Maiden Lane. She sipped her
sugary coffee in the hope of fighting off the previous evening’s late hour, and pulled her trench coat tighter to close out the morning’s chilly fog.

  Once settled in the shop with the lights on, candles lit, and heat warming away the chill, she got to work on the list Tabitha had set out for her. First up—steam new items.

  Ugh. Steaming clothes was a task invented in hell. Truly. Not only was it deathly tedious, but it was also impossible to avoid getting hot and sweaty while carrying it out. Gaia loved her big sister, but why did she give her this shitty job?

  Sighing, she set to work filling the steamer with water and waiting for it to heat up. The first tendrils of steam were used on some new chartreuse-colored silk gowns that would be stunning on the right skin tone. The steam was like a magic eraser, and as much as Gaia hated the task, watching the wrinkles disappear on the smooth silk was like witnessing a miracle.

  And as much as she loved to bitch about steaming, the thought of it all being taken away with the shop’s closing brought tears to her eyes.

  There’s got to be something Tab can do—

  The front door bell rang. Gaia set the steamer’s wand aside to greet the first customer of the day.

  “Hello,” Gaia said to a neatly dressed, middle-aged woman.

  The shopper looked up at Gaia and smiled. Her black sheath dress and high heels gave her a business-elegant look.

  Is that a thing? Business-elegant?

  “What can I help you with today?” Gaia asked, as the woman fingered a pair of bright silk panties.

  “Oh, hello. I’m just looking around. Thought I’d get myself a few nice things.” She gave Gaia a polite smile.

  “Were you looking for foundations? Or maybe some sleepwear? We’ve just received these amazing gowns—”

  The expression on the woman’s face shifted from friendly to…some sort of not so friendly. “I said, I’m just looking around.”

  Geez.

  “All right. I didn’t mean to bother you. Please let me know if I can help.”

  What a crab.