Red Velvet

by Noelle Mack

  Ruth loved this game: being caught in the act of masturbating by a dominant lover who wanted to watch. With her dress up and panties pulled down to her knees. Ankles tied and bottom up. And her hand held tightly between her clasped thighs, stroking her slick folds and her tense clit.

  She could feel his tongue licking over her fingers and in between, inside her pussy. He thrust it in, over and over. Ruth tipped her head to one side, totally into what he was doing but wanting to admire the powerful body kneeling beside her, loving the strength of the man who was giving her so much pleasure.

  Nick lifted his head and just about ripped off his unbuttoned shirt. Her free hand reached out to caress his bare chest and he didn’t push it away until he stood up to shuck his pants and briefs at the same time, stepping out of them and standing proudly naked.

  She reached out to touch his tight balls and stroke as much of his huge cock as she could reach. He let her, looking down, looking like he enjoyed the pretty hand that encircled his cock and teased his balls. Ruth ran a hand over the sensitive flesh on the insides of his thighs and up to his groin. Nick trembled and his cock bobbed like he was going to shoot his load. He grabbed it hard and groaned. “Not yet…not yet.”

  But his grip squeezed out a few drops of cum. She opened her mouth and licked her lips, looking straight at him. “Give me a taste, Nicky,” she whispered.

  “You’re not shy at all, are you?” he said. “Not when you get down and dirty.” He bent his big body over her and put the head of his cock to her waiting lips. Ruth darted out her tongue and cleaned the tender hole for him, licking up the clear, hot cum as he gasped.

  “No,” she said softly. “Not any more. You taste so good, Nicky.”

  He let go of his cock and straightened up, undoing the pantyhose knotted around her ankles and pulling her panties off the rest of the way. That left her dress. No bra, not with a boned bodice. She struggled with the zipper and slid part way out of the dress lying down, then stretched up her arms to let him pull off. He did the honors, not very carefully. “Easy, big guy.”

  He wasn’t listening. He cupped her bare breasts in his hands and dropped to his knees on the thick carpet, sucking one and fondling the other. Ruth stroked his messed-up hair, letting him press his face into her flesh and satisfy his hunger. Her breasts weren’t all that big but her nipples were long, and the foreplay made them even longer. Nicky moved quickly from one to the other, pulling each nipple into his mouth, circling his eager tongue around the sensitive tip.

  He straightened up, still on his knees, and pushed her back so she was lying flat. Her thighs fell open and he twisted his torso sideways to give her head, plunging his tongue into her pussy until she clutched the sofa arm behind her head, writhing.

  Nick buried his face between her legs, worshipping her female flesh with his mouth, not holding back. Then he pulled back and squatted on his haunches. She wished she could see his balls hanging down under his huge cock, but her imagination was almost as good. She might just have to make him masturbate too and let her watch while he lubed himself and stroked his cock fast and hard, cupping his own balls as his cum pulsed out in hot, strong spurts. The thought almost made her lose her mind, and it was a minute before she realized he was talking to her.

  “Touch yourself again. Pull on that clit with those long fingernails. Pinch it. Like you were disciplining another woman. Leading her around by her clit because she wanted you to.”

  “And you were watching,” she whispered, understanding the fantasy.

  She spread her labia completely apart, watching his eyes widen at the sight. Then she held her clitoris with the edge of her long nails, enjoying the delicately sharp sensation that she could control. The little ridge of sensitive flesh was slippery but her nails held it.

  “Now you’re showing it to me. And telling me to lick it.”

  “Lick it. Just the tip.”

  He brought his head down at an angle and stuck out his tongue, flicking it over her clit tip very rapidly and lightly.

  Ruth dug her nails in and cried out. Focused on that one tiny point of extreme pleasure, she came hard. He pulled her hand away and put his soft mouth over her throbbing flesh, heightening the incredible sensation with tender skill. She heard herself cry out again, as if from a long way off, and opened her eyes when he got up. He was rolling on a condom that he must have had at the ready. Thank you, she thought, drunk with lust. She hadn’t even thought about it. Nicky was the best, that was all there was to it. Then suddenly he was above her on all fours, throwing the extra cushions to the floor.

  “Put your legs up. I gotta get deep.”

  “I want you to,” she almost sobbed. She lifted her legs and pushed her dripping, totally satisfied pussy against the head of his cock. With a half-strangled shout, he plunged in, ramming up to the hilt inside her. She was so aroused, it didn’t matter how hard he fucked her, huge as he was.

  Nick’s big shoulders kept her legs pressed up. He didn’t put his full weight on her, though, holding himself up with his muscular arms as he banged her. His balls bumped her tender pussy right under his thrusting shaft and she rocked with each thrust, consumed again by fierce desire. He moaned, shuddering and sweating, as he thrust faster. His groin tightened and he came down hard one last time, ejaculating so strongly that she felt it. He gasped, his eyes closed, in a sexual trance as he finished. She looked up in wonder. Nick Del Bianco was a big, hot, healthy animal.

  And he’s mine, she thought again. All mine. They collapsed…and slept.

  Ruth woke in the middle of the night, not knowing where she was and feeling a flash of panic. She sat bolt upright in the huge hotel bed and peered around the shadowy room and into the adjoining space beyond. A flash of movement caught her eye and all of a sudden Nicky filled the doorway, silhouetted in warm light, wearing a thick white bathrobe that was open at the front, the sash ends hanging down to his knees.

  Then she remembered. Everything. “Hey, Nicky,” she said shyly.

  “Hey back, beautiful. Sorry I woke you.”

  “It’s all right. What time is it?”

  He looked at the nightstand clock before she did. “About two. You’ve been asleep for hours.”

  “Guess I needed it,” she said lightly. “Whatcha doing?”

  “Looking at Central Park. Come and see.” He stretched out a hand. “The carriage horses all went home and the streets are empty. Couple of cops, yawning their heads off in front of the Plaza. That’s about it for excitement.”

  “That’s okay,” she said, getting up. “All the excitement wore me out. Poor you. I hope there was something good on TV.”

  He enfolded her in a huge terrycloth hug that felt fabulous. Ruth buried her nose in his bathrobe and then moved to his chest, nuzzling him.

  “You showered. You smell good.”

  He nodded. “And I shaved. You should see the toiletries kit they provide in these suites. It has everything, not just soap and shampoo. Massage oil. Pedicure kit. Condoms.”

  She kissed the spot over his heart. “I was wondering where you got that.”

  Nick laughed. “You know, I keep one in my wallet but it’s been there a while. Did I ever tell you I named it after an old girlfriend?”

  Ruth couldn’t help but pout a little. “Do I wanna know?”

  “Her name was Hope.” He tweaked her nose. “Don’t sulk. I’m teasing you, dopey.”

  She slid her arm around his waist and got as much of herself as she could inside the open front of his bathrobe. He pulled the lapels together and walked her backwards to the window, stepping carefully between her much smaller feet with his big ones, and keeping her pretty much covered, except for her ass, which stuck out.

  Nicky patted it. “Hiya, sweet cheeks. How nice to see you.” He stopped and picked up a cashmere throw that had been draped artistically over the back of an armchair. “Here. You can use this for a sarong.”

  Ruth slipped out from his robe, shivering a little even though the suite was
warm. She tied the throw over her chest, enjoying the grin he gave her and the extra pats he bestowed on her cashmere-draped boobs. “Mmm. Nice and soft. Looks good too. You really have style, you know that?”

  She shook her head. “Huh-uh. Sofia does. She’s teaching me, though.”

  “Then you learn fast. C’mon, let’s enjoy the view.” He walked ahead and stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at Central Park by night. Here on the southeast corner of Fifth Ave and 60th Street, there was always some traffic, even in the wee hours of the morning. A lone taxi shot down the middle lane, marked with diamonds for fire trucks and ambulances.

  It was rare not to hear a siren somewhere in the night in New York. But there wasn’t one. Ruth looked down. The meandering paths of Central Park were lit at night with old-fashioned streetlamps. At this season, they were partially hidden by tall, leafy trees that cast deep black shadows. From this height, the lamps looked like floating, glowing dots of bluish white.

  “Pretty, huh? Good thing neither of us has to go to work tomorrow.”

  “Yeah.” She turned around and noticed the room-service trolley she’d missed seeing when he’d had her wrapped up in his bathrobe. “Where’d that come from?”

  “I figured you’d be hungry. Eduardo left word with the night shift manager to send some stuff up. Shrimp cocktail. Lobster salad. Cold cuts.” He lifted a flaccid slice of pinkish baloney with a fork and looked at it with disgust. “Is this what you get at a four-star hotel? Forget the cold cuts. But the rest looks good. And there’s green salad and fresh fruit. And more chocolate cake to help grow big hips twelve ways.”

  She pressed her lips together, then opened them to speak. “I don’t want big hips.”

  “Hey, I’m Italian. I happen to like big hips. Have some goddamn cake if you want cake.” He poured himself a glass of wine and stuck a shrimp in his mouth, wiggling the tail at her.

  “You’re not eating it,” Ruth pointed out, laughing at how silly he looked.

  “Protein first. Then salad. That way I can fill up on good stuff before I devour too much cake.”

  “Sounds like a good plan.”

  He ate the shrimp and put the tail into an ashtray. “I learned it the hard way. My mother loves to cook. Every Sunday she makes fresh pasta and shovels it into everybody who shows up. When everybody passes out in a carbo coma, she’s happy. Italian women are like that.”

  “I’m not. I don’t cook.”

  He shrugged and took another shrimp, waving it to make his next point. “That’s okay. My mother would say you couldn’t, whether you did or didn’t. You’ll see. I was thinking of bringing you to meet her. You up for that?”

  Ruth steeled herself. “Meet the mama? That’s a big step.”

  “Well, we don’t have to think about it now. C’mon, eat something. Then I’ll give you a bath and a massage. Or a massage, then a bath. You pick.”

  “Twist my arm, Nicky Del Bianco.” She walked over to the trolley and filled up a small plate, trying a forkful of lobster salad first.

  “Tasty, huh? Chow down. I wanna get you into a bubble bath, get you out, and start all over again.”

  She slipped the fork out of her mouth nice and slow, and licked the tines for good measure. “When I’m ready. I wake up slow.”

  Nicky finally got around to the chocolate cake, and cut a piece, taking it over to the sofa and turning on the TV, flicking through the channels with the remote. “Okay, okay. I can take a hint. Wanna watch the news?”

  “No.” She finished the lobster salad.

  “How about that women’s channel where someone’s always having a baby?”

  “Hell, no.” She gobbled the greens.

  “Korean soap opera?”

  Ruth started in on the fruit salad. “Don’t think so.” The melon balls and strawberry halves disappeared in a few bites.

  “The sex fiend show?” He turned to see her showing him the empty plate.

  “I’m done eating. Let’s make our own. Starring you and me.” She headed for the bathroom, untying the cashmere sarong and draping it over the armchair again. He caught up with her just in time to grab her ass but she smacked his hands away.

  “Holy cow. I’ve never seen a bathroom this big. It even has a chaise.”

  He picked up the information placard on it and read aloud. “Enjoy our deluxe bath chaise and its exclusive vibrating option. Experience the ultimate in comfort and personal pleasure. Hey, I have an idea—”

  “I want that bath you promised first.”

  Nicky tossed the placard aside. “Then get in the tub.”

  Ruth stepped in, pulling her long hair up and tying it in a sloppy knot.

  “You can tie your hair in a knot? Cool,” he said admiringly. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

  “I’m a woman of many talents. Okay, it won’t stay up for long. Let’s do this fast.”

  Nick turned on the taps and adjusted the faucet gizmo. Jets of pulsing water shot out of a hanging, steel-tubed shower nozzle, which twisted and writhed, spraying every which way. It was nice and warm, but Ruth squealed anyway.

  “Spread ’em,” he said, laughing. He pulsed the spray between her legs, grabbing a bar of soap with his other hand and soaping up her crotch. Then he let the water rinse it all away. It was deliciously soothing. Ruth turned around, bending over wantonly and letting him spray her buttocks and in between.

  “You’re getting me hard,” he said.

  She gave him a flirty glance over her shoulder. “Are you complaining?”

  “Not about the way you look, pretty girl, with your hair up like that and your face all pink, getting your bottom squeaky clean.”

  She wiggled it at him. “Look your fill.”

  He gave her a slap. “Done.”

  Ruth turned around. “Now do my tits.”

  “You’re insatiable.”

  She took the shower nozzle from him and let it pulse hard onto her nipples. “That’s how I like it. Intense. Up close.”

  His green eyes got a dreamy look as he watched her stimulate herself again. She took the soap and lathered up luxuriously, sluicing the warm water over her breasts, rinsing between her legs again when the foam caught in her tangled pubic curls, and then did each leg, posing like a pin-up.

  His huge cock jutted out from the open front of his bathrobe. “I could watch you do that all night,” he said. His voice was low and a little rough.

  Ruth shivered. “Uh-uh. I’m cold. Throw me a towel.”

  “Here ya go.”

  She caught it and rubbed herself dry and warm again, then tossed it on the tiled floor and stepped out. “What were you saying about a massage?”

  “Coming up. Lie down on that thing. Face down.” He waved expansively at the chaise. “I think we need to explore that exclusive vibrating option.”

  Refreshed and rested, she felt ready for pretty much anything. “God, I love hotels. Not that I’ve ever been in one like this.”

  “Stick with me, babe.” He fluffed out a folded towel over the chaise for her to lie down on, sat down on the raised end, and patted the longer, flat part.

  Ruth looked at him, then at the chaise. She put one leg all the way over to the floor on the other side, then pivoted and lay down, straddling the chaise, her feet on the floor and her ass spread open. She looked over her shoulder at Nicky, who was eying everything on display with undisguised lust. “Go ahead and look. Gets you hot, doesn’t it?”

  “Yeah,” he growled.

  “Then get the lotion.”

  He rose and grabbed the bottle, shaking a big dollop of it into his palm.

  “Let it warm up first,” she instructed.

  Nicky sighed but he waited at least a minute, then rubbed the lotion over her back in long, smooth strokes. “How’s that for the royal treatment?”

  “Mmmm,” she sighed with contentment.

  He kept on rubbing, getting into it, doing her neck between finger and thumb, making sensual circles down her spi
ne and up again, releasing the muscular tension of falling asleep in a strange bed. Her skin was soft and smooth by the time he was finished rubbing her back, and not oily at all.

  Her eyes were closed but not her senses. Ruth felt him add two more dollops of lotion, one on each side of her ass, and rub them in slowly. Very slowly. Squeezing and parting her cheeks with loving care.

  “Love that little hole. Looks tempting. And tight.”

  “Mmm.”

  “That’s not a yes and not a no. But I’m not going to try. I’m too big for you there.”

  “Just keep rubbing.” He did. She began to undulate, pressing her pussy into the thick towel underneath.

  “Ruth, please. I’m only human. You’re driving me crazy here.”

  “That’s why I’m making you look. I want to know if I can trust you.”

  He groaned and growled, but he did her bidding. When he rested his hands on her ass cheeks for a moment, she didn’t say anything, just enjoyed the warmth of them, and the strength that flowed from his flesh to hers. Very quickly, she lifted up and arched her back, looking over her shoulder at him. His expression was different, not mellow at all. More like he was fighting for self-control.

  “Go ahead then,” she said softly. “Touch me there. But don’t go in. All you get to do is think about it.”

  Nick let out his breath and took his hands off her bare ass. She settled down and relaxed, watching him dip a finger into the lotion. He cupped one cheek again, spreading her slightly with it, and treated her to an anal massage, obeying her wish to not penetrate her there. She hid her face in her folded arms, knowing that not giving him everything he wanted was making him superhot. And probably superstiff.

  “Mm-hm. That’s enough,” she said, her voice muffled.

  He stopped and pulled a tissue from the box with a whisking sound, getting the lotion off his finger. “Look, but don’t touch. Touch, but don’t penetrate. Tell me where you get your ideas. That might have been the hottest five minutes of my life.”

  Ruth sat up, still straddling the chaise, and stretched. “I enjoyed it,” she said nonchalantly. “Quite a treat.” She stood up, her ass in his face, and stepped over the chaise again, turning to face him. His erection was straining up against his belly button, she noticed with pleasure.