The Crime of Seduction

by Nadine LaForet

  He opened the back door, got her bag, and waited for her to lock her car. Then he grabbed her right hand and pulled her down the walkway. The front door was standing open and as soon as Alex walked through it he pulled it closed behind them. He dropped her bag on the floor, and she turned to look at him. He had an intense look on his face that took her by surprise and he startled her when he grabbed her wrists and pushed her against the wall.

  He pressed his body against hers, and she instantly felt turned on. He held her arms up over her head and against the wall and leaned in. Alex thought he was going to kiss her but instead he slowly ran his tongue across her lips. Then he put his face alongside hers and whispered, “I’ve missed you.”

  Alex couldn’t move—her body was pinned to the wall—but she tried to lean in to him and kiss him. He jerked his head back. “Not yet,” he said, leaning back in to gently trace the outside of her ear with his tongue. “Did you miss me, Alex?”

  “Yes,” she said, breathlessly. She struggled against his grasp and tried to arch her back against him but he kept her from moving. She could feel the movement of his stomach as he breathed heavily against her. He put his knee between her legs and pushed them apart, pressing his hips against hers. She felt his cock hard against her and began to writhe in an effort to rub herself against it.

  Heath pulled his head back and looked at Alex intently. “I need to ask you something very important, Alex.”

  “OK,” she said. “But can you kiss me first?”

  He smiled slowly, licked his lips, pushed his hips into her, grinding his cock against her thighs and kissed her—deeply, slowly, deliberately.

  She responded, matching his movements, enjoying the feeling of domination combined with the gentle, slow kissing.

  Heath pulled away and let go of Alex’s wrists. He let up the pressure on her hips and brought his hands to her shoulders, trailing his fingers down her chest, across her breasts, and circling her nipples—erect through the thin T-shirt she had thrown on when she got out of the shower.

  “What did you want to ask me?” she asked, watching his fingers and the veins on his hands as they caressed her chest.

  “Hmmm…?” He cupped her boobs in his hands and gently squeezed them. Alex gasped, a fresh wave of anticipation and desire washing over her.

  He leaned in to kiss her again—chastely this time. On her lips. “Do…,” on her left cheek, “you…,” she inhaled deeply as he kissed her right cheek, “like…”

  Yes, yes, yes, I do like. “Mexican…”

  She exhaled and squirmed, Mexican? Mexican what? Men?

  He kissed her forehead, “food?”

  “What?” Alex asked, confused.

  He stood up, abruptly letting her go, her arms dropping to her sides. “I’m starving—let’s go get something to eat. I know a great Mexican place where the kitchen is open late.”

  Alex stood there against the wall, looking perplexed and feeling let down.

  “They have great margaritas,” he said, tracing her pouting lips with his finger. She grabbed his finger with her lips and sucked on it provocatively. Then she let it fall from her mouth and said, “Sure. If you make mine a double.”

  Heath drove the SUV this time. He was much more aggressive driving this car than the coupe, which Alex thought was odd. Maybe he’s just more comfortable with me tonight. Or hungry. She laughed to herself.

  “What’s funny?” he asked, glancing sideways at her.

  “I was just thinking how you are driving much faster tonight—I figured you must be hungry.”

  “Oh, I am hungry,” he said, giving her an over the top once-over. He smiled at her, his bedroom eyes in full effect as he bit his lip. “Hungry for you. I’m just getting some sustenance for tonight.”

  “Oh, is that right?” Alex shot back, her eyebrows raised. “Bring it on, Mr. Valentine, bring it on.”

  They were laughing at themselves as they pulled into the taqueria parking lot. Heath’s car was by far the nicest. Well, this is a far cry from Aqua, she thought.

  Heath saw her looking at the slightly ramshackle facade of the restaurant and looked amused when he asked her, “Is this OK?”

  Alex detected the smell of frying tortillas and grilling meat, and instantly her stomach rumbled and she realized how hungry she was for food, too. “Oh yeah, this is great,” she replied.

  “Good, I was afraid you would think this was a big step down after Aqua, but the food is incredible and the margaritas—I’m telling you, they will blow your socks off. I wouldn’t recommend you have more than two, though.”

  “Oh no—I like a man who is versatile,” she said, walking through the door he held open for her.

  They stood in line to order their food and drinks. Heath ordered a Dos Equis, and Alex decided to try a sparkling pomegranate margarita on the rocks. The cashier gave them a greasy plastic number to put on their table, a basket of chips, and a bowl of salsa and said someone would bring the rest of their order out soon.

  Alex dug into the chips and salsa while she looked around. Even though it was almost 9:00 the majority of the restaurant was full, with families filling the tables. Several soccer games were on big-screen TVs anchored to the walls. The waiter brought their drinks and told them their food would be right up.

  “Mmmm, this looks good,” Alex said, taking a sip of her margarita through the thick straw.

  “It does,” Heath said. “Is that salt or sugar on the rim?”

  Alex picked up the glass, looking at the white crystals lining the rim of her glass. She stuck her tongue out and slowly ran it around her glass, looking at Heath. “Salt,” she said. “I like a salted rim.”

  “I bet you do,” Heath said, looking pleased. “Can I have a taste?”

  “Of course,” she said, sliding the glass towards him.

  “No, not like that.”

  Alex could feel the heat building in her as Heath leaned in toward her across the table.

  “Take a sip,” he ordered, sliding the glass back.

  Alex picked up the glass, licked the rim again, and took a sip, holding the liquid in her mouth.

  Heath leaned in even closer. “Come closer, I want to taste it in you.”

  They kissed, and Heath drew the drink out of Alex’s mouth. He leaned back, closed his eyes, swallowed and licked his lips. Then he slowly opened his eyes—those come fuck me eyes—and told her, “You make it taste better. You make everything taste better, Alex. How do you do that?”

  The intensity of Heath’s stare made Alex squirm, partly from embarrassment and partly because it made her wet. She could feel the blood rushing to her crotch, swelling her lips.

  The waiter set down their food—breaking the sexy margarita spell—and they dug into their meals like they knew they would need the nourishment. When they were finished, Alex got up to use the restroom. When she finished she took off her underwear and rolled it up into a little ball. Heath stood up from the table when he saw her come out of the bathroom.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “Yes, but could you hold this for me?” she asked, handing him the small package as they walked out the door. Heath took it as she walked ahead of him to his car. She stood at the passenger side door and watched as he opened his hand to see a pair of hot-pink silk panties. He stopped in his tracks, looked at her, held them up to his face, and took a deep breath.

  “Mmmm,” he said, breaking into a smile. “Smells like dessert.”

  * * *

  Heath pulled his car into the driveway and opened the garage door. “I’ll let you out here so you have room to get out.”

  She hopped out of the car and stretched, looking up at the clear night sky. Heath parked his car and came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

  “It’s a gorgeous night,” she said.

  “You’re gorgeous,” he said. “I can’t believe I met you online.”

  “I can’t believe I met you online,” she said back, pulling his arms tighter around her.
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  “Guess we are lucky like that.” He turned her around and gently kissed her, holding her close to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and then let her hands slide down his back. She rubbed his ass and pulled his hips in closer to her, once again pleased to feel he was responding to her in a very tangible way.

  “Let’s go inside,” he breathed heavily. She followed him through the garage to a door that opened into the kitchen. He closed the garage door and flipped the kitchen lights on.

  “Would you like another drink?”

  “Sure,” she said, following him.

  “I have this great tequila and”—he reached into a nearly empty cabinet and pulled some aquamarine handblown glasses out—“I have some fresh-squeezed orange juice we can mix with it.”

  “Sounds delicious,” Alex said, hopping up on to the countertop next to him. She liked to watch him move, his lithe muscles undulating as he made his way around his kitchen. She liked the way his triceps flexed when he opened the Sub-Zero refrigerator door, the veins on his forearms popping up again as he untwisted the cork on the tequila bottle, how he flexed his biceps as he took a sip—checking to see if it was too strong, too weak, or—just like him, just right.

  Heath turned to Alex and handed her a glass. “Cheers,” he said. “To us, and our luck on being so compatible.” He winked.

  Alex winked back and took a sip.

  “How is it?” he asked.

  “Wet,” she said.

  “Wet?” he asked, smiling and setting his glass down next to her. He moved closer to her.

  “You heard me. It’s wet. Very, very wet.”

  Suddenly Heath grabbed at the waist of Alex’s yoga pants and pulled them down off of her hips. She spilled her drink and quickly set it down on the counter, then used her arms to hold herself up so he could peel them off her bottom and roll them down her legs. He dropped them on the floor and kicked them out of the way. His hands were cold to the touch as they slid up her thighs and towards her crotch. She leaned back on her hands and scooted herself closer to the edge of the counter as he rotated his hands to grab the meat of her upper thigh and rub his thumbs against her wet, swollen pussy.

  “Mmmmm, you’re right,” he whispered, bringing one hand up to his mouth and licking his thumb. “It’s hot, too.” He reached back for one of the glasses and took another gulp, this time letting the ice cubes slide into his mouth. He sucked on them. Then he bent down and, with an ice cube between his teeth, began to trace the melting ice from Alex’s knee, up her thigh, to her juicy pussy. There he touched the ice to her clit, making her gasp and clench her thighs against the side of his head. With one hand pushing down firmly on her left thigh he pushed the ice cube into her with his tongue. Alex moaned and writhed and tried to scoot away, but he had reached around with his right arm and was holding her body close to him.

  He let go of her right thigh and unbuttoned his pants with his left. Alex heard him unzip his pants and when he stood up she saw his swollen, rock-hard cock standing up, ready for her. Heath pulled her back to the rounded edge of the counter and she could feel the smooth head of his cock against the pulsing lips of her vagina. She let out a moan, yearning for him, wanting him to slide himself into her.

  He reached into his back pocket and pulled a condom out. He ripped the foil packet open with his teeth as his jeans fell to the floor and as he stepped out of them he handed her the rubber. His voice deep and ragged, he told her, “Put this on so I can fuck you.”

  Alex fumbled with the condom—these fucking things!—and had to flip it over so it would roll down his shaft. He was hot to the touch and she could feel his cock twitch under her hands as she unrolled the condom down to the wiry hair at his groin. She looked up at him when she was done and his eyes were half closed, his lips slightly parted. He reached out toward Alex and she thought he was going to kiss her. Instead he grabbed her wrists and held her hands down at her sides. She reached for him with her legs and wrapped them around his waist. She tried to pull him towards her; she wanted his cock to fill her again, like it did the first night they were together.

  Heath pulled away and told her, “No. Not yet.”

  She was aching for him. She tried to loosen her hands, move them from under his so she could pull him into her, but he wouldn’t let go. “Heath, please….”

  “What, Alex? What is it?” he kissed her on the lips. “Tell me what you want.”

  “Oh my god, Heath, I want you. I want you inside me. Please, put it in.”

  “You want me?”

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  “Are you sure? You sure you want this?”

  “Yes, Heath. Please. Don’t make me beg,” she pleaded.

  He took a step closer to her. She could feel his hips against the inside of her thighs, his soft skin rubbing hers. She arched her back, rocking her hips towards him, the countertop under her getting slick from her juices as they dripped from her.

  “Like this?” he asked, touching the tip of his penis to her swollen clitoris.

  “Closer,” she moaned.

  “Closer like this?” He pushed himself against her open hole.

  “Yes, but more. Give me more.” She twitched uncontrollably.

  “More? You want more?”

  “Jesus, Heath, fucking fuck me!” she cried, trying again to free her hands.

  He held her hands down and slid his cock into her lubed pussy, filling her again with a weightless pleasure that overtook her.

  “Oh, Jesus, yes!”

  He filled her with all of him and held himself deep inside her. She felt his cock pulsing inside her. And then…he pulled himself out of her, all the way, leaving just the tip of his cock inside her.

  “No. No. No.” Alex begged.

  He paused, pulling her T-shirt up and roughly scraping her nipples through her bra with his teeth. Then he looked up at her and, without breaking his gaze, he pushed himself back into her as far as he could go. He held his dick deep inside her, moving himself slowly up and down, rubbing the inside of her, the ridge of his penis hitting her in a spot she had never had rubbed before. The slow pulsing of his hips drew his cock in and out of her in the smallest measure but gave her immense pleasure.

  Then he pulled his hips back and drew the length of his cock out again, paused and pushed himself back in. Heath’s eyes never left Alex’s, but she could no longer see him clearly, her vision was blurred by the intense sensation she was feeling. It was as if all the blood had left her brain and was concentrated at the point where Heath’s cock hit that special, secret spot that was sending her into another realm.

  Heath’s slow, rhythmic stroking was too much for Alex. She strained again against his hands but he wouldn’t relent. “Faster, Heath, please, faster.”

  Heath said nothing. He continued to torture Alex by slowly stroking her with his slippery cock. She could feel him growing even more inside of her and she clenched down on him with the walls of her vagina, gripping him.

  Heath’s breath grew more ragged, more insistent, his hips continuing to rock slowly and rhythmically, ultimately bringing her into a rolling, overwhelming orgasm. Her hips moved faster and faster, matching her breathing as it grew faster and faster. She cried out, her mouth open and gasping for air. As her pussy contracted and her entire body convulsed Heath thrust harder and faster and brought himself to a body-convulsing orgasm. He let go of her hands and braced himself against the counter as he cried out like an animal, his body wracked with convulsions of pleasure.

  * * *

  After they each caught their breath they peeled themselves off each other. Alex sat up on the counter, scooting herself back from the edge and Heath stood up straight, shaking his head.

  “Whew! You are something else, Alex,” he said, running his hands through his hair.

  She smiled and pulled her T-shirt back down. “Likewise, Mr. Valentine.”

  He turned around and took off the condom, pushing the pedal on the trash compactor and tossed it in. Then he bent d
own to pull up his jeans, smiling at Alex as he zipped up his fly and left the top button undone.

  Alex slid off the counter and grabbed her yoga pants off the floor. “You may want to clean that up,” she said, as she let out an embarrassed laugh.

  “Definitely. Don’t want the cleaning lady to see that!” He topped his glass off with tequila and took a long pull from it before reaching down under the sink and grabbing a tube of disinfecting wipes.

  Alex rinsed her glass out and filled it with water from the tap. She was thirsty.

  Heath wiped down the counter and finished off his drink, then rinsed out his glass and left it in the sink.

  “You’re staying, aren’t you?” he asked, wiping her hair out of her face and placing a kiss on her forehead.

  “I don’t want to set off your alarm again if I can’t sleep.” She smiled.

  “I don’t mind, Alex.” He looked at her, took a step closer. “Stay. Please.”

  She nodded. “OK. I’ll stay.”

  * * *

  7

  Chapter Seven

  Alex tried but she couldn’t sleep. After they had gotten into bed Heath fell asleep, breathing softly and deeply, his breath warm against the back of her neck, his right arm thrown over her side as she stared out the window through a gap in the curtains. She dozed from time to time but couldn’t relax enough to truly sleep.

  It was nearly 3 a.m. when she gave up and sat up on the edge of the bed.

  “Can’t sleep?”

  “No…I’m sorry. Can you let me out?” she asked quietly, turning toward Heath.

  “Sure, baby.” He got up and walked to the top of the stairs and punched a code into a pad on the wall while Alex pulled on her yoga pants and T-shirt. He walked her downstairs, running his hands over his face and scratching his head as she put on her shoes and grabbed her purse and unopened overnight bag.

  “Sorry,” she said.

  “It’s OK, baby. Text me when you get home.” He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. He held the door open for her, and as she walked to her car she turned back to see him standing nude in the pale light of pre-dawn. Goddamn, he is gorgeous, she thought. How did I get so lucky?