by Lacey Silks
“Don’t you think it’s time you lost your virginity?” Kendra’s hands glided up and down my arms, leaving a trail of exciting warmth. The pleasure of her touch washed Gabe out of my thoughts.
“You know I’m not a virgin.” My voice shook, and muscles twitched. And even if I spoke the truth, it felt like I’d just told a funny big lie. “I just haven’t found the right guy.”
“You don’t need to find the right guy, just a willing one. I have a feeling that won’t be a problem.”
“For you, maybe.”
“Have you looked in the mirror lately? You’re gorgeous, Sam. Give yourself some credit.”
If that were true, then why was I so nervous to have a simple one night stand? That’s all I wanted. No, I’ll call you tomorrow or why haven’t you called. Just some fun without obligations. I couldn’t commit, not after what happened.
“I can help you let go of some stress, Sam.” She turned me around to face her. Even in the darkened room, desire beamed in her eyes. “No strings attached. You’re my friend; the hottest friend I have who needs to be reminded how enjoyable sex can be.”
Kendra’s lips were only inches away from mine. The heavy scent of her bubble gum caressed my face.
I’d kissed her once, years ago at a truth or dare party, and remembered that night as if it was yesterday. The soft touch of her lips and her curious tongue revived hidden yearnings deep inside me. My skin tightened as I relished the memory.
Tonight, each whiff of Kendra’s rose aroma tickled me from my nose down to my belly. Her seductive laugh pulsed through my ears in a rhythm that pounded sweetly between my legs. Could a woman satisfy my needs? Was it strange I found myself thinking about Kendra more intimately than Casey, my overblown ex?
“I’m into guys, Kendra.” My voice shook with the lie. I had often fantasized about her while I fondled myself at night, wondering what Kendra did with her female partners. The persuasive sway of her hips when she walked caught my eye each time. The way her skin glowed made me want to stroke it to see if it was real. Kendra’s pungent rosy smell fascinated me; the intoxicating scent paralyzed my limbs as if I were an addict smoking opium.
“The last guy you were into was too stupid to taste the delicious woman he had.”
My pussy clenched as if she’d said a magic word. No one had ever tasted me there.
Kendra’s hands glided over my shoulders again, up to my chin. She held my face in her palms and leaned in, pressing her breasts against me. “I haven’t stopped thinking about your lips since our kiss, but I was afraid to lose your friendship,” she whispered, her breath warming my ear.
God, how much I needed her touch to take away my clustered cravings. The agonizing pain had grown each time I masturbated as I failed to find the full release that could only be brought upon by someone else.
I nuzzled my nose into Kendra’s neck, skimming my lips against her caramel flesh. A few more inhales and I’d melt into a puddle. “I thought about you, too,” I finally answered, my courage taking charge of my voice. “Oh, my gosh, Kendra, is it bad I think you’re the hottest woman I’ve known?”
I wanted Kendra’s hands on my body.
I needed her heated skin to connect with mine.
I wanted her to fuck me silly.
“No, it’s not bad,” she said.
Kendra brushed her lips over my ear, along my cheek, to my mouth, and then back to my ear, holding my face in her hands.
My heart raced. Lewd thoughts condensed into drips between my legs and finally, Kendra kissed me. The lip gloss on her skin tasted like ripened raspberries. Her tongue slipped in, gently tangling with mine. I lost myself in her kiss, more delicate, and more arousing than any I’d had in a long time.
My fingers dug into Kendra’s back as I wrapped my arms around her. Every inch of her front was attached to me. The ache inside me grew, and my desire to have her skilled hands on me rushed my longing into hunger. A tug at a string in the back loosened my corset. It slid down to my hips, revealing my perky breasts.
Kendra pulled away, admiring my naked peaks. The veins on the swell of her breasts thickened. “We’ll take it slow, I promise,” she whispered.
Deprived of her warm body, chills ran along my skin. I nodded. My nervous hands cupped Kendra’s perfect breasts and the shakes eased. I’d wanted to feel them for years. Their roundness filled my palms. I brushed my thumbs over her hardened nipples.
She tensed at my touch, then raised her arms and pulled her halter top over her head. The silk slid away, exposing her beautiful endowment.
A clench of desire tightened between my legs into a knot.
“Kiss them, please.” The need in Kendra’s eyes reflected mine.
I lowered my mouth to her nipple, taking it between my lips. The delicate skin melted against my tongue, and I pulled on the tip with my lips then released it. The hardened spot sprang back and I pounced on it again, biting gently and letting go. I nurtured each nipple, back and forth, with a lick around the rim. I could travel down that perfect valley and up toward the peak for hours.
Kendra moaned. She reached lower and fondled my breasts as I kissed and cared for hers with my mouth. Her chest heaved, and I pulled away trailing my mouth along her neck, moving towards her lips. I missed their taste already.
We kissed, and her tongue tangled with mine as she squeezed my corset down over my hips. Her fingers trailed over my lower back, and then the faint sound of my zipper filled my ears. Kendra’s thumbs slid into my pants, lowering them to the floor.
My knees shook slightly, and I stepped out of the pool of fabric. It was my turn to remove Kendra’s skin-tight, leather pants. As I bent lower, my face even with Kendra’s barely-there panties, I saw the luscious lips of her cunt peeking through the see-through silk.
“Lie down on the bench,” Kendra instructed.
With my legs spread apart over the seat, I lowered my back onto the blanketed surface. To my left was a perfect view of the club below. Gabe was nowhere to be seen. The lights dimmed in the club, and it seemed the work was almost done. I briefly wondered whether Kendra should go down. After all, it was her opening night, but my greedy needs won over.
A man with a tool belt checked the locks on a cage propped on a podium. Slowly, his gaze shifted upward and he looked into the mirror. Goose bumps covered my arms as I looked straight into his eyes. For that brief moment, I thought he could see me here, naked in Kendra’s bedroom. His brows narrowed.
Can he see me?
He resumed his work on the second cage. People mingled downstairs and once in a while someone else would look up. Each time, strange prickling danced around my navel.
“They can’t see you, Sam. Relax.”
But deep inside, I imagined them watching me and Kendra, and our molded bodies, from behind the thin glass. Pretending to be in full display for everyone, I felt my adrenaline rush. Would they like what they saw?
I shut my eyes for a moment, picturing our writhing limbs. My rapid breaths swelled my chest and I felt my panties dampen.
Kendra crouched over my face and leaned forward. She knelt at the side of my head.
I focused on the spot where pink tip of her clit hid within the swollen lips under her panties, but couldn’t see it yet.
“Do to me as I do to you,” she said, her warm breath trailing on the inside of my thigh. Her finger pulled the rim of my panties to the side, and I did the same to her.
Admiring her bleached ass, I wanted to explore the little hole first, though I wasn’t sure why. I brushed my finger against Kendra’s moist sex, spreading her wetness, feeling her thighs tense.
The copper-colored spot of her sculpted pubic hair at the top of her pussy glistened. I held Kendra’s ass, digging my fingers into her firm skin, massaging her round bottom. Curiously, I stroked the valley of her behind with my thumb, lightly scraping the flesh with my nail from the top down to the bottom.
Kendra whimpered in delight, and I bit my lip feeling a faint smile emerge.
Her breath felt heavy against my skin and, when she licked me, I shivered. My ass tightened. The first savory pull of her tongue electrified me. I was no longer aware of my surroundings, only our bodies melting into one another. The single lick pulled my concentration from Kendra’s beautiful ass down to the increasing joy between my own legs. It had been too long since someone else had awakened my needs.
Kendra skimmed the pit between my leg and sex with her lips, and I moved to the right to center myself under her mouth, wanting to be kissed there again.
She nuzzled her nose into my hair, and I felt her inhale.
I squirmed. Every muscle in my body tensed as I focused on my most sensitive spot.
Above my head, the flowery scent of Kendra’s juices drove me insane as I licked the bud of her rose. Her ass cheek firmed in my palm. Delicately, I drew my tongue around the protruding flesh. My lips took hold of her clit, pulling gently while I flicked my tongue, the way I’d seen in porn movies, only much slower, savoring every taste I could.
Kendra closed her mouth on my cunt, and I lifted my hips higher into her face wanting to be devoured. I pushed myself deep into her mouth. The frenzied blood in my veins flowed to my clit, throbbing there in violent sparks. I circled my hips to Kendra’s constant teases, pressing harder after each turn. I couldn’t hold on any longer. The surge spread from between my legs through my body. My toes curled, and my legs shook as Kendra drove me beyond what I had imagined an orgasm could be. I screamed. Arching my back, letting her go, I exploded into her mouth.
As my jitters began to dissipate, my mouth returned to her pussy. My tongue basked in the delicate creases, spreading her apart just as she had done to me. The soft folds of her smooth flesh swelled in my mouth with each lick.
“Fuck me with your tongue.” She breathed heavy against my thigh.
I found her wet hole and slid my tongue inside her.
“God, yes!” she screamed.
I pushed further, letting my finger prod her opening. “One more finger.”
She rested her face near my sex. Her pussy clenched around me. My mouth returned to her nub. Vigorously, I flicked my tongue on her clit faster and faster. My fingers slipped in and out of her with ease.
She pressed onto me, locking the last breath I took inside me as I sucked on her tender flesh. Her muscles shook, and her warm juices squirted on my face as she screamed. I’d never seen so much fluid come out of a woman before so I licked her until all her muscles tightened again.
My gaze flew to the dance floor to see if anyone had heard her, but the lights were too dark and my eyes glossed over with satisfaction. I let go of Kendra’s ass, my arms falling to my sides like limp flower stems.
She began kissing my clit again, suddenly flicking her tongue on me. I pressed my feet harder onto the floor, and my body responded to her licks as she began reviving my orgasm. How was this possible? How in the world could she do this again? But I had no time to think. Waves of joyful bliss spread from between my legs along my body in an unexpected, yet welcome sequel.
And then it all eased. The knots unwound and, though I’d only had one orgasmic shot tonight, I felt drunk.
Kendra moved forward and rested her naked body next to mine, her head snuggling my thighs.
Lost, as if levitating, I exhaled blissfully.
Her breathing calmed.
My pulse slowed and resumed its regular beating.
Kendra rolled onto the plush floor, pulling me off the bench into her arms. She spooned me like a lover.
Sated, I brushed my hands along her naked arms.
“You have an incredible mouth.” She kissed my shoulder.
“Likewise.” I grinned. “I had a good instructor.”
“No, that was all you, Sam. Amazing.”
Pride swelled in my chest. “How amazing?”
“So amazing, that I want to lock you up and use you at only my disposal.” Kendra squeezed her arms around me. “But it’d be a shame to use your mouth only on me.”
“What do you mean?” I narrowed my brows.
“You need a stiff, warm cock. Not a flimsy dildo.”
I turned around to face Kendra.
“My dildo is not flimsy.”
She tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. “But Casey was.”
I chuckled. “Yes, he was.”
“Sam, you were too good for him. Trust me, there’s nothing better than making love to someone who cares about you and loves you the way you love him.” For a moment, it seemed Kendra was lost in her own memory.
“Sounds like you’re the one looking for love.” I tilted my head.
“I don’t have to look. I know exactly where it is, except I...forget about it.” She waved her hand.
“Who is it?” I asked
“It’s not important, Sam.”
For the second time tonight, Kendra shut me out.
“We could use a strap on,” I suggested.
She raised her brows. “Stop making irresistible offers.” She smacked her lips to mine.
“But I want you,” I said, kissing her back with the same force. “I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
Kendra smiled. “I know. I’ve resisted you too. I didn’t plan this tonight, but after seeing the way Gabe looked at you, I was jealous. I wanted you for myself. Even for one night, for one taste of you.” She cupped my wet sex, fondling me, and I pressed into her hand. When she took it away, I turned my head to the left searching the club again.
“How exactly did Gabe look at me?” I asked.
“Like he wanted to lay you out on that bar and give you a different kind of orgasm, instead of the shot.” She laughed.
A small tingle rekindled inside me as I thought about Gabe playing with my sex.
“I thought he was just being a flirt. Isn’t he with the blonde?”
“She wishes. I’m not sure he’s ready for a relationship.”
Perfect. Sounds like he could use a rebound.
“Well, unlike you, I’m not looking for one either. And I wouldn’t mind spending a night with Gabe, I admit.” I shrugged, aware of my body tightening with anticipation when I thought about him.
“He’s a good guy, Sam. And even if you do find the right guy, it doesn’t mean we can’t have a fling once in a while.” Kendra stroked my ribcage, brushing just under my breast.
“I’m not looking for the right guy anymore, and I don’t cheat.”
“I’m not asking you to. But a nice little threesome wouldn’t hurt.”
This time my eyebrows rose, and my eyes widened.
“Imagine, a thick cock inside you while I suck you dry.” She fondled me again.
Hearing Kendra’s blunt words, her hand back on my cunt, my arousal returned.
“Will you stay for the after party?” she asked, her eyes softening.
“Of course. Don’t you have to go down?” I asked, snuggling closer, not wanting her to let go.
“I have a team of professionals who can take care of everything.” Her mouth lowered to my breast. Pleasure trickled from each brush of her tongue down my belly to the sensitive swelling, which hadn’t had a chance to cool.
Perhaps Kendra was right. As satisfied as I felt with her, I wanted more. I needed a man’s rough skin, calloused hands, and hard mouth.
She teased my nipples with promises of future encounters.
The mere mention of a cock with Kendra at my side rushed my imagination into overdrive. The positions and mind-blowing orgasms had to be limitless. The only problem was finding the right guy.
And I knew exactly where to look.
CHAPTER 3
Gabriel Silver clicked the keyboard in his office and pinched the bridge of his nose every few strokes. He shook his head as more information about the trouble Kendra was in poured onto the screen. Was she stupid? She knew how dangerous drugs are. One of her ex-boyfriend’s mother had passed away from an involuntary overdose.
Kendra wouldn’t accept Tristan’s help, so w
hen Gabe’s cousin and partner came to him, Gabe couldn’t refuse. When he learned Kendra needed an investor, the bait was too good to write off—an easy way in to spy on her lifestyle.
Tristan and his brother Julian had made Gabe an equal partner in their private investigations company, which added to Gabe’s eagerness to prove he was worthy. Responsible for surveillance, his career kept him too busy for serious relationships—and that was a good thing. He wasn’t ready. It was too soon.
And now, Samantha Connor had become tangled into his life. He hadn’t expected any of Kendra’s friends to remain that devoted. Kendra had mastered the art of pushing people away, but not Ms. Connor. Something about this beauty kept their friendship alive and had him feeling warm inside, the way he hadn’t in a long time. The need to protect her and keep her safe became part of his routine. And it had only been a week since he met her at the club. Vivid dreams of caressing her soft pale skin and cupping her perfect breasts left him drenched in sweat and other fluids every morning.
But as much as Gabe wanted Samantha for himself, and didn’t like the idea of Kendra fondling this girl, he couldn’t get too close—not that way. He couldn’t risk her getting hurt.
He wished work hadn’t called that night so could have stayed for the after party, just to watch Samantha’s mouth open and close. To see her flush red when he looked at her or said the word orgasm was worthy of his every spare minute.
But, as always, work was a responsibility he couldn’t ignore. Lives depended on him.
The background check he’d done on Samantha painted a simple lifestyle. She didn’t know it, but they both had more in common that Gabe wanted to admit. Could he handle that? Her soul still ached, she didn’t know it and he was the worst person to help her heal. She tried to live a modest life, minding her business, unnoticed to others. Except she was the only one he could see in that club. Kendra seemed to be Samantha’s closest friend and she was out of control. He needed something straightforward for a change, like Samantha Connor, but could he really expect her to accept his complicated routines? His overactive imagination of the threats looming nearby? Was that what he wanted? Someone humble, like...no, he could never compare anyone to Joanne. Would Samantha Connor settle for a good time with no strings attached?
