Despite her protests, he removed his finger and sucked it clean with a groan. Tugging at his tie, he said, “You taste delicious.”
She hungrily watched him as he took off first his jacket, and then his shirt in the confines of the limo. At the sight of his heavily muscled torso and the soft blond curls of his chest hair, her breath came out in a rush. He had the body of someone who spent some serious time in the gym and she tried to suck in her stomach without being obvious about it.
He grabbed his tie and pulled her against him, groaning in delight as she nuzzled his chest. “God, I love a soft woman. You have no idea how good you feel pressed up against me.” He traced the silk tie over her shoulders and she shivered at the sensation. “Violet, I’m going to blindfold you. Do you have a safe word?”
If anyone was going to be blindfolded, she wished it would be him so he couldn’t see her body. “Um—”
His voice dropped an octave and turned cold. “Um is not an answer.”
She ducked her head and stared at his small, erect nipple. “Yes Sir. My safe word is crimson.” He tensed against her and she wondered if she had disappointed him somehow. Wanting him to want her, she reached a tentative hand up and stroked it over his chest, delighting in the feel of solid muscle beneath the fine layer of golden hair. When he didn’t protest she gave in to her desire and softly drew his nipple into her mouth, enjoying the way he shifted his hips and made an incoherent noise of pleasure.
With a groan he kissed his way up her neck and rubbed his face against her cheek, the stubble of his beard scraping her skin. “Lift your hair.”
She became very aware of her breasts as she did as he asked, catching her breath as the world went dark when the silk covered her eyes. Deprived of the sight of him, she startled when he gave each of her nipples a quick, stinging bite. More small, sharp nips followed along the curve of her breast, sending little bursts of pleasure and pain until her skin was hypersensitive. She wished she could see him, could watch him touch her, but it wasn’t what he had in mind.
Even though her feminist side said it was wrong, she loved that she was at his mercy, that he was making all of the decisions for her. Deep in her heart she knew that this would all end with just one word from her and that gave her a sense of safety, which allowed her to relax and enjoy his attentions. And what attentions they were. He had returned his focus to her nipples, mounding her breasts together and going from tip to tip with hard sucks and soft licks.
She tensed when he pulled back, waiting for him to return. The only noise in the limo was the sound of the rumble of pavement beneath the tires and their breath.
Without a word, he lifted her and helped her shimmy out of her dress until she sat before him, naked and panting. Feeling very exposed, she tried to sit in a way that would keep her stomach from pouching out. He was probably used to skinny women that threw themselves on him at the gym. Lord knows she wouldn’t be able to do anything but drool if she saw him while he was working out.
He pulled her forward and quickly flipped her until her hips were up in the air and her chest and arms rested on the seat of the limo. Part of the leather pressed against her was warm from her body, the other part was chilly and felt good against her aching nipples. The slightest brush had them stinging and she wondered if she would need to ice them down when she got home.
“Look at the pussy,” he said in a low voice. “Tell me, Violet, do you want to come?” He punctuated his question by giving her clit a hard flick that tore a cry from her.
“Yes Sir.”
A packaged ripped open followed by the hiss of a zipper. He leaned over her body, covering her with his weight and pressing her down into the seat. The slick feel of his condom-covered cock rubbing between her wet labia seemed so much more intense behind the darkness of the makeshift blindfold. If what she felt was true, he was a very big boy.
“I wish we had more time,” he said as he positioned the head of his cock at her swollen entrance. “But I’m going to die if I don’t fuck you right now.”
Her moan of agreement changed into a harsh cry as he grabbed her hips and pulled her back on his cock, hard. He stretched her, pushing into her with brute force that had her digging her nails into the leather of the seats. Just before it became too much, he slipped one hand beneath her and massaged her clit with a skilled touch that sent her rocketing toward another orgasm.
“Ahh, that’s it,” he said in a deep chuckle as she pressed her bottom against him until he was buried as deep as he could go. He massaged the swollen tissue around the hard nub, bringing more blood to her pussy until it pounded with the beat of her heart. The delicious sensation of his cock slowly dragging out of her was its own kind of torture and she arched her back, offering herself to him.
As her body adjusted to him she marveled at his strength. He easily held her up with one arm until she was up on the tips of her fingers while he continued his slow, sure strokes. Her thighs stretched wide apart as she straddled his lap, entirely held in place by him. She tried to move, but he nipped the back of her shoulder with a warning growl.
He rocked in and out of her, occasionally brushing against her nipples with the edge of his knuckles. It hurt to try to hold herself off him, so she relaxed into his embrace and leaned fully into him.
“So fucking beautiful,” he rumbled from behind her. “I want to fuck you in front of a mirror like this so you can see how hot your cunt looks with my cock stuffed inside it.”
Her body tightened around him as his words painted an erotic picture in the darkness behind the blindfold. It was like having an incredibly intense fantasy, and being thoroughly taken at the same time. His hand slipped down over the curve of her stomach and stroked against her exposed clit. As he did this he kept himself almost totally inside her, moving with the twitch of her hips as she swiveled in time with the strokes of his hand. He ran his fingers lower, touching where her body joined his and gathering the moisture there. Fingers slick, he returned to tormenting her clit. She tensed against him, almost to the edge but not quite. The musk of their lovemaking scented the air and he grasped her hard nub between two fingers, rolling it back and forth.
That was all she needed and she screamed as her second orgasm surged through her body in a wave of incredible tension dissolving into rolling contractions. He held her close, pounding into her as she twitched and moaned, impaled on his cock.
With a final thrust, he made a deep, harsh groan that was one of the most erotic sounds she had ever heard. So very male, the vibration traced through her body and made her shiver. He continued to hold her and whispered into her ear how beautiful she was, how lucky he was to have such a good little submissive. He lifted her off him and set her back on the seat. She shivered as the cool leather met her overheated flesh and blinked rapidly when he removed the tie he had bound around her eyes.
She tried to adjust to the dim interior light of the limo, which suddenly seemed bright after the darkness of the makeshift blindfold. Morgan tucked himself back into his pants and gave her a grin that was as wicked as any she had ever seen. Before putting on his shirt, he helped her back into her dress, giving each of her sore nipples a gentle kiss before sliding the chiffon back up in place.
They settled back into the seat and Morgan pulled her onto his lap with a content sound. They were almost back to the mall where her car was parked and she marveled at how wrapped up in him she had been. While they were having sex, time became irrelevant.
He placed a kiss on her forehead. “Would you like to come home with me tonight? I can’t promise that I don’t snore, but I can say that I make the best waffles this side of the Mississippi.”
She sighed and played with the small portion of his chest showing between the edges of his shirt. “I can’t. I have to go antiquing with my Aunt Penelope in the morning. If I don’t show up she’ll think I hate her and write me out of the will.”
“Seriously?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Aunt Penelope has her lawyer on spe
ed dial. I don’t want to take the chance of my sister getting her vast collection of Elvis refrigerator magnets and Lawrence Welk records instead of me.”
“When can I see you again?”
She turned her face against his chest so he wouldn’t see her pleased smile. “I get my work schedule for next week tomorrow. I’ll email you and let you know.”
The limo slid to a smooth stop and the voice of the chauffer sounded from the intercom. “Sir, what level is the lady’s car on?”
Morgan looked at her and she said, “Level three. It’s a white Cavalier with a couple bumper stickers on the back.”
He relayed her instructions to the driver and she shifted off his lap. In the back of the limo she felt as if she were in another world, one of luxury and incredible mind-blowing sex. She didn’t want to leave, didn’t want to stand out beneath the harsh glare of the florescent lighting that always made her skin look like pale, freckle-covered cheese. She grabbed her purse from the other side of the limo and dug through until she found her keys.
The limo stopped before her car and the driver opened the door for her with a polite smile. Scooting across the seat, she paused and felt the heat of a blush burning her cheeks. Morgan raised his eyebrows and she whispered, “Where are my panties?”
He chuckled. “In my pocket.” His lips brushed her ear as he leaned forward and said in a low voice, “I’m going to wrap them around my cock tonight when I think about you and jerk off.”
“Oh,” she said in a soft sigh as the carnal image seared itself into her brain. She stumbled out of the car and the driver went back inside after a nod from Morgan.
They stood facing each other and she sighed in despair. He looked just as good in florescent lighting as he did anywhere else.
He lifted her chin with his finger and examined her face. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “Yeah. I was just thinking how unfair it was that you look like some Greek sex god come to Earth to give women multiple orgasms while I look like sick cheese in this lighting.”
He blinked at her. “Greek sex god?”
She covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. He was so easy to be around that she had talked to him like she would talk to her friends, not like the amazingly handsome date that he was.
As she berated herself for being the antithesis of smooth, he pulled her hands away from her face and kissed her palms. “I would love to role-play a virgin sacrifice with you sometime. I would get to be the god that needs to be pleased and you would be my delicious plaything.”
She swallowed and stared up at him. “Okay.”
Soft and firm, his lips brushed across hers in a kiss that sent a quick bolt of heat through her body. “Good night, my Violet. I look forward to hearing from you soon.”
“Good night.”
He waited until she was in her car and turned it on before getting back into the limo. As they pulled away she looked at herself in the rearview mirror and wondered how she had gotten so lucky as to have two of the most amazing dates of her life in less than forty-eight hours. The little voice of her mother told her not to get too attached, that Carlos’ and Morgan’s temporary insanity would lift and they would soon realize how beneath them she was.
For the first time in a long time, she squashed that voice and relished the blessed silence in her own head.
Chapter Seven
Violet hummed along with the gentle music coming from the speakers overhead. Mrs. Delfin liked to listen to classical while she was getting her massage and Violet enjoyed moving with the music. The scent of eucalyptus and lemongrass gave the air a clean and herbal smell as she worked the massage oil into Mrs. Delfin’s arthritic hands.
At eighty-three, Mrs. Delfin felt as delicate as tissue paper beneath her hands. She marveled at how soft her skin was and how it felt like a baby’s, despite the wrinkles. Joints swollen and tender relaxed beneath her gentle touch as she worked one finger and then the next. Mrs. Delfin had been coming to her for four years and they knew each other well.
Mrs. Delfin’s husband had passed away two years ago and she had begun coming in once a week instead of once a month since then. While Mrs. Delfin told her friends that it was for her arthritis, she confided in Violet that she missed being touched. Not in a sexual way, but human beings are social creatures and crave the touch and comfort of another person. She got plenty of hugs and kisses from her grandchildren, but those were different. A massage was just about her feeling good. Violet couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have the loving arms of your husband around you for forty-eight years and suddenly have them gone.
The elegant melody of a piano blended into the harmony of the clarinet as she moved on to the long muscles of Mrs. Delfin’s arms. Her thoughts drifted over the past three weeks and her heart soared along with the music. She had spent almost every night with either Morgan or Carlos and had the blissed-out mind and aching body to prove it.
The morning after her first date with Morgan, she found a lovely message from Carlos asking her out to dinner. Morgan had called her later that day and asked to take her to dinner that night. She’d considered lying to him about the reason why they couldn’t go out, but in the end she simply told him she had another date that night. He acted as if it was no big deal and they made plans for later that week.
That scene repeated itself a few days later when she’d already made plans with Morgan and Carlos wanted to spend time with her. With her heart in her throat she’d told him she had a date with another man that night, but instead of calling her a whore or a bunch of other bad things, he’d simply asked her if the night after that was free.
Never, in all of her years on Earth, could she imagine that she would be dating two utterly charming, handsome, and amazing men at once without having to hide it or lie.
Morgan had spent the night last night at her house and the memory of him making breakfast in the nude was one she would never forget. Especially since she had been tied to her kitchen chair at the time with a vibrator humming inside her. For a man that was such a demanding Dom in the bedroom, he had a nurturing streak a mile wide. It shouldn’t surprise her. After all, he had basically been the father figure to his sisters while growing up. He enjoyed giving her pleasure in every way possible and Adam, bless his furry heart, adored him.
Tonight she was going over to Carlos’ apartment. He was going to meet her in the South American section of Eastern Market and together they were going to buy the ingredients to make Tampiquena, a delicious Mexican steak recipe. She had always loved Eastern Market with its collection of fresh produce stands and butcher shops. It held a little bit of all the nationalities that made up Detroit and she had been delighted as a little girl to go from a Polish bakery, to a Middle Eastern spice shop, and end up at a traditional French cheese store.
She couldn’t wait to share the experience of visiting the Market with Carlos. That was one thing she had been missing in her life, sharing things with someone she lo—
Her hands went still as she chased that thought away. No, she couldn’t love him, or Morgan. Not yet. People don’t fall in love right away, it was something that happened slowly, over time. Especially not two men at once. She had only known them for less than a month for pity’s sake.
It wasn’t proper.
Her mother’s voice spoke up in her mind, scolding her for leading two men on and making a fool of herself. That hard voice berated her for letting them do all those things to her, things that good girls would never ever do. Even worse, she had loved those things and that just proved how much of a bad girl she was. Her father would be so disappointed in her. Being a good girl, a meek and quiet girl who did what she was told when she was told was the only thing she did better than Penny.
Mrs. Delfin’s soft voice interrupted her dark thoughts. “Is something wrong, dear?”
Realizing that her hands were barely moving, Violet felt a blush burn her cheeks. “No. I’m so sorry. I was woolgathering about—some guy I’m dating.” The
last thing she wanted to do was tell Mrs. Delfin that she was in a relationship with two men who were both getting serious. All she needed to do was give the old woman a heart attack because of her hedonistic ways.
Mrs. Delfin also deserved better than the half-assed massage she was giving her. Determined to focus on the present, she pushed her mother’s voice away and locked it out of her head. It was one thing to let that voice tear her to shreds when she was alone, but she wouldn’t let it hurt other people. It sounded slightly psychotic when she thought about it like that, but it was true.
She worked her way up to Mrs. Delfin’s shoulder, soothing away a knot that had formed there. Mrs. Delfin had six grandchildren and two great-grandchildren and she refused to let her arthritis keep her from holding a baby. Violet could only wish that she would be surrounded by so much love someday, to have a family of her own.
“You know,” Mrs. Delfin said with her eyes still closed, “it may surprise you, but I’ve learned a thing or two about men during my time on Earth. Where do you think all of my children came from?”
Violet cleared her throat. “It’s kinda complicated.” She moved around to Mrs. Delfin’s other side.
“When are affairs of the heart not?” She kept her eyes closed and sighed as Violet worked on a muscle. “I noticed you’re not as slouched as you used to be.”
“What?”
“Slouched, slumped, curled in on yourself.” The delicate muscles of Mrs. Delfin’s neck flexed and stretched beneath her fingertips. “You used to walk like you were trying to hide from someone, begging the world not to notice you. I knew your ex-fiancé wasn’t the right man for you when you continued to walk like that while you were with him.”
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