by Amanda Rayne
FOURTEEN DAYS
PLEASURE SERIES BOOK 2
AMBER RAYNE
Contents
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHPATER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
MESSAGE TO THE READER
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Amber Rayne
FOURTEEN DAYS
© 2016, Amber Rayne
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CHAPTER 1
How about another seven days? Aiden
I stared at the message for several minutes. Seven more days with Aiden should have been an easy decision but it wasn’t. I’d spent most of Sunday thinking about him. What would happen after seven days? He was raw sexuality. Pleasure in its most carnal essence and I craved him. What happens later? Was there a later? Seven days worked. He helped me get over Jason, but who would help me get over Aiden.
It was possible that I wouldn’t fall for him, but it would be a feat I doubt most woman could. Flashes of his sexy amber eyes came to my mind. The way he touched me and commanded my body making it respond in ways that I didn’t think was possible. The way his lips felt against my skin and made it hum with desire. My lips warmed at the thought of his against them. I wanted more time with him.
No. Ella.
It happened so fast. That brief moment logic took over and controlled my actions. At that moment, I was reminded that I couldn’t handle anymore. Sex without strings attached wasn’t something I could keep doing with a person like Aiden. I didn’t want to risk lust becoming something that I regretted and the cause of more heartache. I dropped back on my bed and attempted to sleep but it didn’t come easily.
A few minutes later the phone rang. I ignored it until it stopped. It vibrated a message.
Bane will be there to pick you up at twelve. Aiden.
My fingers swiftly glided across the keys. You said to be open to you. I am. To do what I want to do. And to please myself first. I’m doing that. No. Seven days was enough.
I stared at the ceiling waiting for a response that never came.
I was over Jason. I’d blocked his number, which seemed to be the only way for him to get the message. And I enjoyed a fun, sensual and erotic seven days with Aiden. That’s what we agreed to. And that’s what I am sticking with.
Dressed in a pair of yoga pants and t-shirt I’d plopped on the sofa with a glass of wine in hand, a bag of chocolate secured under my neck and a bowl of popcorn in the other. I sat the popcorn on the ottoman in front of me, and rested back on the sofa, remote in hand as I scrolled through Netflix. It had been a little over a day since I declined Aiden’s offer and I wished I hadn’t. It wasn’t just the sex that I missed but also being in the city where every restaurant, show, and café just within walking distance. And even Lorraine’s glorious food was something I would like to experience again. And Aiden, he was…I couldn’t find the right words to describe him. He was raw and refreshing. Structured yet uninhibited. Raw sexuality that stirred something carnal in me. He spoke to needs that I didn’t know existed and that was the very reason I needed to stay away from him. I was so glad I’d left my phone in my bedroom because if it were next to me, I would be texting him asking if the offer still stood.
I’d settled on a comedy, but I was paying more attention to the wine, bag of chocolates, and the few kernels of popcorn in the bowl when there was a soft knock at the door. I looked out the peephole, it was Aiden.
“Yes,”
“Can we talk?”
I glanced at the mirror. My hair was pulled on top of my head in a messy ponytail. I had washed off my make-up. At least my clothes were decent: yoga pants and thin cotton v-neck t-shirt that clung off of my bare breast. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen them before. I opened the door, but he stayed outside, waiting.
“Come in,” I said stepping aside.
When he did, he moved close to me. I inhaled the scent of his musky expensive cologne and tried to drop my gaze from his, but they held firmly. “You said no.”
“What, you’re not use to women telling you that?”
He leaned in his lips brushed against mine as he spoke, “No, most woman don’t. It’s not about other women, it’s about you. Why did you decline?”
Pinned in the small space against the door, his breath beat against my lips, his hands gently my side, his thumb slipped under the shirt and stroked over my bare skin.
Then his hand trailed over me, lightly roving over my breast, to the curve of my neck, gently over the line of my jaw and rested against my lips. I moistened it and slowly took it into my mouth, my tongue sliding languidly over it. Aiden brought that out of me; sensuality—raw, unbridled. He was the embodiment of hedonism and I only thought of pleasure and sex when he was near. He had become synonymous with it.
He kissed me, long and hard. My fingers intertwined through his hair, pulling me closer. Expensive cologne inundated my senses, his lips entreated a response as he rested his body against mine. He pulled away, leaving his lips close to mine, warmth breezed across my lips each time he spoke. His firm hands secured at my waist.
“Why did you say no?” he asked again.
“Because I don’t know what this is. What happens after this seven days?”
That was the million-dollar question. What happened? He had become a craving that I had never experienced. Could it be just fourteen days and nothing more? I’m sure for him, it probably could be. But what about me? Could I?
I’m sure he’d done this before. Many times before. Seven day, ten days, a month and he probably walked away adhering to his rules that it was only fun.
He stared at me for a long time, in silence studying me, his thumb grazing rhythmically over my lips. “Nothing,” he finally said pushing away. He straightened his clothes. “Just another seven days. Nothing more, nothing less. Same rules. The rules that worked for us the last time. I need an answer by tomorrow,” he said firmly. And with that he let himself out. Why tomorrow? Did he have second runner-up waiting to take on my duties in the event I couldn’t make it.
It had been two hours since Aiden had left and even the taste of wine I was drinking could remove the taste of him on my lips. In the two hours I had picked up the phone five times to call him and three times to text him but couldn’t do it. The last time I picked it up to call him, I ended up calling Natalie.
“He asked me to spend another seven days with him,” I said as soon as I heard her voice.
She was silent for a long time. So long that I said her name to make sure the call hadn’t dropped. “I’m still here. I’m just wondering why you are sitting at home, drinking wine, yeah, sweetie I can hear you drinking in my ear instead of at his apartment mounting him like a dog in heat and doing every possible dirty thing you can think of?�
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“Natalie!” I couldn’t believe this was coming from Ms. Conservative. She was a card carrying member. She still lowered her voice when she said “blow job” and used words like “cunnilingus”.
Natalie sighed into her giggle. “Okay fine. Ideally I wouldn’t be condoning it and you know I would be the first person ready to wiggle my judgmental finger in your face and tell you to wait for Mr. Right. You did—or so we thought you did and Mr. Right was a bonafide jackass who put you through hell for three long years. Yesterday you actually looked happy. A real happy and if fucking a hot, rich, stranger is what you need to do to get over Mr. Wrong Jack Ass, do it! Now get off my phone and go do something dirty.” And the phone call ended.
I didn’t move. Instead I finished my wine and sat on the sofa and watched another show.
CHAPTER 2
I had packed my bags and, at twelve that afternoon, I still couldn’t pull the trigger. A bottle of wine and my inhibitions hadn’t lowered enough to just do it. Can you fall in love with someone in two weeks? Nope, I wasn’t falling in love, but rather lust, and what was wrong with that? For years I had mediocre sex, with a man that often made me feel like crap, who cheated on me. I was single, something I hadn’t been in over years.
I texted him. Okay, seven more days. I’ll be ready tomorrow. Ella
Bane will be there to pick you up in half an hour. Aiden
Bane brought my bags up with me and Aiden thanked him. As soon as the door closed behind Bane, Aiden pulled me to him, locking my lips in a long, hard kiss. His fingers interlaced in my hair, pulling me closer to him. He pulled away just long enough to tug my shirt off and then my pants and I stood as I had the first time I visited his place in my underwear with him several inches away watching me.
Minutes had passed and he hadn’t moved to touch me, instead just studying me as he eased around to the back of me, taking slow languid steps. The heat of his body pressed against me as he closed the distance between us. Warm kisses were planted on the back of his neck before he wrapped his arm around my waist. “Remember the picture,” he whispered against my ear.
I did. And my body responded in the same manner it did when I first saw it. His hand slinked to the front of my panties, dipping inside to feel the wetness. “You do don’t you.”
I nodded. “Tomorrow we will see one made.”
All types of things went through my head. What would we see? The beginning, as the little red marks that covered her butt were made? The sex that gave her the afterglow that was memorialized in an erotically suggestive photo? But I didn’t have much time to ask because Aiden bent me over the sofa planting kisses that left a trail of moist warmth he moved down my back, over my behind, his tongue slid between my tight heat and I gasped as it caressed and flicked his tongue over my sensitive areas, and just when I couldn’t take it anymore, clawing at the furniture yearning for more, he entered me. I moaned. It had just been a couple days and I nearly forgot the size I had to accommodate. Movement hard and steady, I ripped at the sofa and the surge started at just where his tongue had left off. A summation of all the sensual feeling washed up on shore, and I bit into the sofa, as waves and waves of pleasure washed over me. I wilted into the sofa, sated and exhausted.
When I felt confident my legs could hold me, I stood and turned to face him.
“I’m glad you decided to come back.”
I nodded still breathless. But I was glad to have another seven days even if it was nothing more than earth shattering orgasms.
His rules didn’t bother me as I made my way to the room ready to dive in the bed and sleep. Perspiration glistened over me, though sexually sated, my body was still tightly wound. Aiden did that to me. After a long hot shower, I went to sleep excited about tomorrow. What would it be like? What should I expect? He didn’t go into more details. I just recounted the photo of her in stages of undress, her ass marked red, and the look of unadulterated pleasure. I wondered what were the precursors to the look. Could someone fake the sensual look of post-orgasmic glow?
When we walked around the white brick one story building, I tried to peak through the small frosted glass. I wasn’t sure what to expect especially since Aiden still hadn’t offered any more information. Kieran opened the door before we could ring the bell. Unlike at the gallery opening he was dressed more casual; very similar to Aiden. His white shirt had one button undone and the sleeves rolled up mid-arm. His light hair mused slightly. Smiling he greeted me with a kiss on each side of my cheek as though he was welcoming a long-time friend. As casually as he kissed me, he took my hand with the same ease. Aiden’s hand was pressed against my back as he followed.
Kieran was relaxed seduction and I wasn’t sure if he was trying. His darker features a contrast to Aiden, where his eyes were a deep amber with flecks of gold, Kieran’s were jasper and mixed with a hint of mischief and curiosity. He watched everything with intrigue, including me. Even when he looked at the unique art that was gathered on the wall there was a level of intrigue and interest as though he was seeing it for the first time.
They were close in height, Aiden had him by an inch or two but that was the only thing they had in common. Aiden’s body, stone and a solid mass of sculpted muscles that reminded me of statue, carved and defined. Just like his face. Winged cheeks defined his strong features and sharp jawline. Supple lips drew you midline to his aquiline nose. Everything about him screamed power and masculine strength.
In contrast, Kieran was lean, long sinewy muscles added length to his body and his movements lithe and feline graceful. Olive skin highlighted his angled pleasing lines of his face. We walked further into the studio. Kieran on the side of me and Aiden on the other.
The background wall was all white. On the side, a table that held: oil, honey, a leather strap and a crop. The large lights were not as bright as I would have expected for a shoot. In fact they were dimmed, giving off an odd hue. The models were already in place, unlike the picture that I had in my home, this model was a silky mocha coloring, flawless, with long legs that were wrapped around a man whose alabaster skin was a shocking contrast. His hand clawed into her side, leaving a deep imprint in her skin. Her hair a halo of loose corkscrew waves, a couple shades darker than her skin. His was nearly platinum blonde. Her full breast pressed against his as their body meshed together, the distinction between their skin was the only thing that separated them. They were provocative, heated sex. As I stared in awe, they made changes in position so minute it seemed choreographed. My gaze trailed alone their lines, over her legs where they were connected.
She arched her back, he moved, rocking slowly, her lips parted slightly, I looked closer, the camera flashed. Rocking his hip, he pulled her close his face nuzzled her neck. The sensual contrast of their flawless skin was highlighted when the light hit the right area. She moaned and I tried to figure out if I was watching an erotic photo session or two people having sex. There was beauty, sensuality, and hedonism melded together to form something that transcended the banal definition of art. Where did art end and pornography begin?
“What do you think?” Aiden asked. Drawn to the scene in front of me, I couldn’t stop looking. They captivated me just as much as the picture. The lascivious poses that they transitioned into in fluid movements was a depiction of beauty in itself.
“I don’t know. It’s not what I expected.”
“What did you expect?” Kieran’s voice was a purr as he stepped closer.
I shrugged aware of both Aiden’s and Kieran’s close proximity. The flashes continued and I spent the last half an hour trying to figure out if we were watching two people have sex like voyeurs while someone took photos. Beautiful photos that would probably elicit the same feeling in a gallery. People would gawk at it, watch the beautiful couple intermingled in a state of bliss and wonder if they were making love at that time of the photo. And even now as he rolled her onto her back, his long sinewy torso blanketed over her as her eyes narrowed in ecstasy as a glow adding a light sheen to her
skin, I still wondered. He rose, the long thick carved muscle truncating into a V. It seemed he had disappeared inside her. I leaned in, my breathing coming at slow clips, warmth climbing up my neck and spreading over my body to the spot of pleasure between my legs, my breasts over my stomach.
“Come with me,” Aiden whispered into my ear. He guided me in silence out of the studio toward the back, past the door we entered into a small bathroom in the corner. He opened the door, pushed me against the wall. He kissed me hard. Then his tongue left light trails of warmth as he moved down my neck. Slipping his hand into the top of my dress and pulled out my breast, taking turns kissing and licking them. His other hand slinking down my body, then he slipped up my dress and tugged at the string of the thong, ripping it from my body. He jerked off his pants, turned me around, putting me face down on the counter sink, he entered me with one thrust his hand clenching my hair, the other digging into my skin as he pushed in for deeper access. He pounded into me hard and uncontrolled. The orgasm clenched me, I clutched at the sink needing something to hold on as it tore through me. Hard. I yelled, aware that I probably could be heard in the other room, but I didn’t care.
He pulled away and I stayed leaning against the sink for a moment. I turned in time to see him toss my ripped panties in the garbage. I looked at myself in the mirror. Running my fingers through my hair, there was very little I could do with it since I had left my purse in the car. I wiped off the lipstick, it was smeared beyond fixing. I tidied the mascara that had formed an unattractive ring around my eyes. I was as presentable as I could be based on the circumstances.
Kieran waited for us by the door, a knowing grin on his face that made me blush a little. And my skin reddened as he gave me another assessing look before he kissed me lightly on the cheek and said, “Perhaps we should have been photographing you two.”
