Body Heat

by Unknown

  “That’s not what I said.” She sighs into the phone. “Just give your man a fighting chance. Don’t go in expecting the worst.” I should just let it be, but we’ve had this conversation many times, and I’m like a junkyard dog unwilling to give up a bone.

  “He’s not my man. And I’m not expecting the worst. I’m just not expecting anything. You know I’m not looking for someone to share my life with, not after last time.” I hate how bitter I sound, but I can’t stop the words from spilling out.

  “You’re just looking for a warm body.”

  “Yes. What’s wrong with that?” I grip the remote control so hard the battery cover pops out. “You have a parade of hot men and women marching through your bedroom on a weekly basis.”

  “What works for one person doesn’t always work for another.” Her voice is maddeningly calm, and I feel my eye start to twitch as she continues. “We’re different people. You’ve always been the quiet, sensitive one and that has only intensified the past few years. Which is totally normal after everything that happened—”

  “I don’t want to talk about what happened.” The cat looks at me, alarmed, and I’m aware that my voice is getting louder. “I’m trying to move past it. It’s behind me, and I’m ready to get back in the saddle.” Something occurs to me. “You’re the one who gave me the membership! Why did you agree if you didn’t approve?”

  “I do approve. But a part of me, a big part, thought you’d freak out and start with something smaller. I didn’t think you’d take to it like a fish to water.”

  “Something smaller? What, like a singles mixer at a karaoke bar?” I shake my head. “You make me feel like a broken record. You know I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I don’t want to be married. I don’t want to meet the parents or the friends. I just want to have some fun. Because I haven’t had any in years.”

  “Okay. Okay. I give in,” she says. “You’ve convinced me.”

  “Good.” I realize I’m sitting straight up in bed. I recline back against my pillows and fluff the blankets around me. I feel somewhat vindicated until I hear her stifle a giggle.

  “What’s so funny, Nova?”

  “I was just thinking,” she says, “maybe being a slut runs in the family.” I think of how horrified our straight-laced parents would be if they had any clue what her business really is, and it makes me giggle, too.

  “I’ll let you know for sure after my date tomorrow.”

  I’M THIRTY SECONDS AWAY from throwing my computer across the room when there’s a knock at my office door.

  “Tech support.”

  I look up with the phone cradled between my ear and shoulder, and a smile creeps across my face when I see her standing there. Christ, she’s a knockout. And she doesn’t seem to know it, which makes her even hotter.

  “If you knew how desperate I was for technical help right now, you wouldn’t joke. Jonas has been talking me through this for 20 minutes and I keep fucking it up.”

  She laughs and walks over to me. She tosses her handbag on my desk, leans down behind me, and kisses my cheek. She rests her face there and leans against me, reading the screen over my shoulder.

  “Get rid of Jonas. I can fix this in no time.” She nudges me out of my chair and settles into my spot.

  I hang up the phone and watch as her fingers move like lightning over the keyboard. “How can you do that so damn fast?”

  “As you’ll learn, my skill set is limitless.” Her eyes drift to my rumpled shirt and loosened tie. “You look like you’ve had a long, stressful day.”

  “Yeah, I was going to go burn off some energy at the gym.”

  “I’ve got a much better idea. Why don’t you take one of your side chairs and move it so it’s facing the sofa, with about a foot, foot-and-a-half between them.”

  “Consider it done,” I say, and I go to work rearranging everything. Her fingers tap away as she focuses on the screen. It doesn’t take either of us very long to finish.

  I stand in the middle of the room, all coiled strength and anticipation as she shuts down my computer and then walks to the window and closes the blinds. My breathing is deeper, and my cock starts to twitch and swell in my pants. I want her so fucking bad I can’t stand it.

  Anticipation is a beautiful thing.

  She comes to me. I wrap her in my arms and take my time tasting her skin, nuzzling her neck, nibbling at her earlobes, and planting soft kisses along her hairline. She’s intoxicating. Her skin is soft and warm and she smells sweet. I cradle her chin between my thumb and index finger and tip her face up toward mine. I lean in close. And just when she’s dying for my touch, I hover out of her reach. I can smell her breath and her perfume and her desire. Everything about her is turning me on.

  I’m the one who folds, the first to break when I lean in and take her perfectly plump lower lip into my mouth, sucking on it tenderly. She gives a little moan, and I wrap my arms tightly around her and cover her mouth with my own. She’s the first to pull back.

  “You kiss me like that and it makes my pussy so wet,” she says.

  I reach for her again, peppering her face and neck with kisses while I cup her sweet breasts through the thin fabric of her dress.

  “I want to see you,” I say. “Get undressed.”

  “Do you like to watch?”

  “Fuck yes.”

  “Good, because I have quite a show planned for you.” She wiggles her finger in the universal come hither motion as she moves to the sofa. My cock is straining against the fabric of my dress pants and I tug at it and rub it with the heel of my hand as I follow her.

  “Have a seat.” She motions to the chair near the sofa. I humor her and settle into it, gripping the armrests in a death grip. She stands before me, between my muscular thighs, and runs her fingertips over them. My muscles tense under her touch. I want her to continue forever, but she removes her teasing caress and grips the hem of her dress.

  My breath catches in my throat as she slowly inches up her skirt until I can see her sheer black panties and the swollen flesh underneath. She pulls the dress over her head and tosses it on the floor.

  “Like what you see?” she asks. I can’t stop rubbing the front of my pants, stroking myself. I’m so hard it almost hurts.

  “Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful.” I say. “Turn around.”

  She does as I ask and then settles her soft, curvy ass onto my lap. I push my hips forward, desperate to rub my thick hard-on against those soft cheeks. She grinds back against me, and I moan so loudly I’m embarrassed. I slide a hand between her legs, but she bats it away.

  “The only thing you touch with those hands tonight is yourself,” she says. “And not until the time is perfect. Right now, I want them behind your back.” I clasp my hands behind my back. She removes my loosened tie and quickly binds my wrists together. I wondered last night if she had noticed how excited I was in the gallery at the sight of the man bound to the chair being teased by his lover. I don’t have to wonder anymore—she was clearly taking notes.

  If my cock was hard before, I could bust through concrete now.

  She stands before me in her black lace lingerie. All I can think of is what’s beneath it.

  “Show me your pussy,” I say.

  There’s a hitch in my breathing as she leans closer and rests her hands on my thick upper thighs, carefully avoiding any contact with my erection.

  “You’re so greedy,” she says. She plants kisses along my jaw, down my neck, and over my chest. “Why don’t we start with my tits?” She unclasps her bra and shrugs out of it. Her breasts are free, rosy pink nipples already erect. She pinches them and rolls them between her fingertips. My breathing becomes more labored.

  “Do you like watching me play with myself?” she asks as she pinches and tugs the swollen flesh.

  “You know I do.” Christ. I feel like I’m 16 again.

  “I want to rub my tits all over you.”

  I can only manage a groan before she continues.

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p; “Would you like that? My nipples rubbing all over your chest, rubbing against your nipples, and your chest hair tickling my skin? Tracing the outline of your pecs and abs with my hard little nubs, going lower and lower until I finally reach your cock?”

  She cups one breast in her hand and offers me the nipple, just out of reach.

  “Or maybe I could rub them on your lips? So you could suck on them, maybe nibble them?”

  “God, yes. Everything. All of it.”

  She unbuttons my dress shirt, spreading it wide open and running her hands over my chest. She lays her body against mine, her soft cheek on my chest, her hot tongue snaking out to lick my nipple, which is every bit as hard as hers. She kisses her way down my chest, tracing every slab of muscle on my torso with her tongue and taking playful nibbles until she reaches my belt buckle. The clang of metal on leather as a belt is unbuckled is one of the sexiest sounds ever. My zipper is next. She opens my pants and stares appreciatively at the bulge clad in black boxer briefs.

  “Look at what a nice big present you have for me here.”

  She lays her hands softly against my briefs and strokes me with her knuckles, her touch like a whisper against my most sensitive parts. I writhe against her. Every muscle in my body tenses as she reaches for the waistband of my shorts and tucks her fingers beneath the fabric. I spring free, filling her hands. She tucks the waistband under my hefty balls and leans close so I can feel the warmth of her breath on my cock. She runs the tips of her fingers up and down my shaft, agonizingly slow with a feather-light touch.

  She stands without breaking eye contact, hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, turns around, and drops them to the floor as she bends at the waist. The view is intoxicating. Her pussy is waxed bare and I can see how wet and swollen she is. The pink folds of her inner labia stand in stark contrast to the rest of her alabaster skin, and I’d give anything to bury my tongue in her sex and trace every sweet inch.

  “I need to taste you.” My breath is so shallow I feel like I’m panting.

  “Not yet, baby.”

  She hovers there for a few seconds, letting me enjoy the view before turning around and sitting on the sofa across from me. She keeps her legs slightly opened and slides one delicate finger between her fleshy pussy lips, and rubs.

  I lick my lips and strain against my bindings.

  “Do you like watching me touch myself?”

  I nod as my chest heaves. “Take your hands out from behind your back. I want to watch you stroke that thick cock for me.” I easily escape from my makeshift restraints and wrap my thick, muscled fingers around my straining erection.

  “Spread your legs so I can see you better,” I say.

  She raises her legs and spreads them wide, propping a heel up on each side of the sofa cushion. My cock spasms at the sight.

  “Now spread your pussy open for me.”

  She spreads her lips apart so I can see the swollen jewel tucked in her perfect little slit.

  “Can you see how big my clit is? How swollen it is for you?”

  “You’re so fucking hot,” I say. I jack my cock, struggling to maintain control, to make it last as long as possible. “Play with it so I can watch you come.”

  “I can’t wait to feel your hot mouth on me here,” she says, “to feel you run your tongue all over me.” She caresses her pearl, rubbing it in circles and back and forth. “Tell me what you’d do to me, Max.”

  “I want to spread you open and devour you. I want to lick the sugary juices running down your thighs right now.” Her hand works furiously between her legs. “I’d suck your whole pussy into my mouth, and I’d work my tongue over that swollen little clit while I sucked. And then I’d slide my tongue back and work that tight little pink pucker I can see clenching right now. I bet you taste just as sweet there.”

  She goes quiet. Her face is frozen in pleasure; her mouth is open, but no sound comes out. Her toes curl and her whole body clenches and shudders as she comes. It’s fucking spectacular.

  “Jesus Christ.” I’m not far behind. I give a strangled cry and explode like a volcano. Cum paints my chest in thick ropes. I think I’ll never be empty. She leans forward and licks warm puddles of it from my chest and torso. I pull her onto my lap, into a tight embrace, and kiss her deeply as I run my hands over her body.

  “Now, wasn’t that better than cardio at the gym?” She takes my face in her hands and smiles.

  I’m the luckiest man alive.

  THE SUN IS SHINING and there’s a hint of fall in the air. I’m sure there have been other beautiful days, but it’s been a long time since I had the luxury of noticing them. I’m amazed at the change in my mood. If I’d known he was going to make me feel that good, I would have saddled up that horse months ago. There was a jaunt in my step as I primped and dressed earlier this morning. A pleasure in choosing what to wear because I pictured him removing everything later. I can’t wait to wrap my soft hands around his glorious, hard cock and toy with it until he begs to come. I sneak a peek at my phone hidden on my lap. It doesn’t go unnoticed.

  “If you check that phone again, I’m going to throw it in the river,” Caroline teases. “We don’t even have our drinks yet and that’s the third time I’ve seen you look at it under the table.”

  “I’m sorry!” I tuck my phone back into my handbag. I’m a little ashamed at my poor manners. It’s not every day an old family friend comes back into town to visit. I’m not ashamed enough to turn it off entirely, though.

  Nova and I grew up with Caroline. She’s like the baby sister we never had. We don’t see each other as often as we like, but we have one of those easy relationships where we can pick up right where we left off, regardless of the time spent apart. We’re enjoying brunch at Red Coral, a newly opened hot spot with fabulous cocktails and a waiting list a mile long. But Nova has a way of pulling strings.

  “Waiting to hear from your new paramour from the club?” Nova asks.

  “You went to the club?” Caroline says. “Without me?” Her mouth flaps open and shut like a fish gasping for water as it flops on the bottom of a boat. She directs her attention to Nova. “And you let her in?”

  “Darling, I had to.” Nova rests her hand on Caroline’s arm. “I was worried we’d never get a man between her thighs again.”

  The waitress returns with our drinks, and we sit in dead silence as she places them on the table. Club soda with lime for Caroline, a mimosa for me, and a Bloody Mary for Nova. The server takes our brunch orders quickly and efficiently and disappears back into the kitchen. Caroline leans in and renews her attack.

  “Seriously, Nova, I’ve been begging for years to get in there. Years!” Caroline’s face is flushed and she’s flapping her hands wildly as she talks. “You know how deprived I’ve been. How the General kept me on lockdown all those years. I could have stripped naked in the middle of a fraternity party and there would have been no takers.”

  She wasn’t exaggerating. Poor Caroline had been deprived. Her father, a high-ranking and well-respected general, had set his sights on politics as a second career. He was elected to the Senate when she started high school. She was an only child and the apple of his eye, and the tough old bird was determined to beat off any potential suitors until he felt she was ready. Which, it turned out, was never.

  Secret Service protective details aren’t standard for the family of senators, but the General had plenty of juice. Hell, half the guys staffing the security details had served under him at some point. So he received special dispensation under the guise of security concerns. And it worked. No unworthy clown would be getting close to his little girl. Caroline was shadowed by hulking men in suits all through high school and college. She was like the perfect ripe apple that withered on the tree. No man would dare lay a hand on her with armed and muscled guards hovering close by.

  “If your father wasn’t your father, I would have had you in there years ago,” Nova says. “How’s the old man doing, anyway? Still determined to see you
die a virgin?”

  “He’s fine, and yes.” She slams back her club soda. “I should have gotten something stronger,” she mutters. “I want to hear more about the club.”

  “Ivy met someone two nights ago. On her first night at the club,” Nova says with a wink. “That’s the kind of high-quality business I run. I pulled his application and he’s extremely promising.” A smile eases over Caroline’s face and the tension evaporates from her shoulders.

  “Put your phone on the table, Ivy,” Caroline says. “You’re not going to miss his call on my watch.” She turns her attention back to Nova. “You. I want more details.”

  “He’s quite handsome. And he was drawn to her. Like those movies in the forties where the hero never has eyes for another woman. Didn’t look at anyone else from the moment he saw her at the bar. That’s the best match,” she explains to Caroline, “when the attraction goes both ways.”

  “Tell me more, Ivy,” Caroline says. “At least I can live vicariously through you.”

  “He’s ruggedly handsome. Funny. Considerate. Kind,” I say. “And he’s packing a beast in those perfectly tailored dress pants.” I wiggle my brows. Her eyes look ready to pop out of her head.

  “You’ve known him two days and you already know that?” Caroline says. “I can’t even remember the last time I saw a cock in the flesh.”

  “I could feel his enthusiasm when I brushed up against him when he walked me to my car Thursday night.” I sip my drink to disguise the idiot grin creeping across my face. I should pump the brakes on the sharing.

  “Did you see him yesterday?” Caroline asks. I pause and she fills the silence. “You better spill it all. No sense getting me all worked up and then holding back the juicy details.”

  I sigh and place my drink gently on the table. “I stopped by his office for a few minutes. It was nice. I saw his office, fixed his computer, and then I tied his hands behind his back and played with myself in front of him.”

  Caroline knocks over her glass. I dab at the spilled club soda with my cloth napkin. “Not fair! Nova, I want some.”