by Belle Ami
He flipped her over. He ran his hand down the length of his cock that was wet and sticky with her honey. He could see her lick her lips as she watched him stroke himself in the mirrored headboard. “Tell me how much you want me to fuck you? Where should I put this Jaycee?”
“Oh, baby, please, stick your dick in my pussy. Make me cum all over you.”
He was still hard, thank heaven. He pulled her up to her knees and grabbed her black hair, pulling her head back sadistically. Then he rammed himself into her juicy cunt, watching her face transform with ecstasy. Her swollen lips parted as she gasped in animal gratification. “Oh god,” she panted. “You drive me wild.”
“That’s how I like it. Ah…baby, that tight little pussy of yours makes me hard as steel.”
He pushed her face into the sheets, growling as he battered her cunt with increased speed and urgency. Her fingers tore at the sheets. He was like a drill moving in and out of her until she screamed. “I’m cuming, baby, don’t stop! Keep fucking me…oh, Jesus!”
“That’s it, baby, cum all over me.”
He felt her body stiffen, his words and thrusts driving her over the brink as he continued to pound her relentlessly.
“Oh, fuck yes.” The throaty cry tore from her. “I’m cuming Miles, ohhhhh…..”
He could feel her vagina pulse and contract with her orgasm. He felt his cock swallowed up inside her. Her cries of pleasure muffled in the sheets. She writhed beneath him as spasms shook her core. When her tremors at last began to slacken, her ass relaxed in his hands and she yielded to his dominance. He slowed his hammering to a steady rhythm as he slipped in and out of her juicy hole. Now she was just the way he liked a woman to be: helpless, submissive, and vulnerable. He fucked her with short staccato thrusts as he geared himself up for a final assault. His breath was labored, he gritted his teeth, then in a final plunge, his back arching, he banged her like a jackhammer and released himself. His semen exploded from him into the condom within her. It was almost as good as Adelia. Collapsing on top of her, he sighed with release.
Afterward, when she had gone, Miles lay nude on the sofa drinking a brandy and staring out of the windows at the city that never sleeps. Sex with Jaycee is just what the doctor ordered, he told himself. He liked her; she was fun and open to any suggestion he made. Sexually, she had made it clear that he could do anything to her. He planned on buying some toys; he had a suspicion that she might be up for a little BDSM. I might as well live my fantasies.
It was at a business friend’s party that he had met her. It wasn’t a secret that women like her were always looking for a wealthy man to take care of them while they pursued their dream of fame and fortune. Professionally, she was an up-and-comer on Broadway and had a nice role in a new musical. There wasn’t a man worth his oats that wouldn’t want to fuck her. She had it all: beauty, brains and talent; plus, she gave head like a whore and fucked like a sailor. He wasn’t the first and he certainly wouldn’t be the last. They were a perfect match.
He rubbed his eyes, wishing sleep would come. Seeing someone is certainly better than wallowing in self-pity, he acknowledged. The first months after the divorce and custody hearing had been impossible. He couldn’t sleep and barely ate; it was like a living death. Nothing relieved his aching for Adelia. He would have done anything to purge her from his mind, but he knew he would never be free of her. The pain of losing her was like an angry wound that would not heal. Everywhere he looked he saw her, and everything he did was a reminder that she wasn’t there. Then there was that A-hole detective. Nothing was worse than envisioning Adelia being fucked by that arrogant prick.
Sleep had better come soon. Tomorrow Karolin would arrive with the kids for the weekend. Adelia was on her way to California and probably a liaison with that damn detective, a thought of which turned his stomach inside out. As dictated by their custody agreement, she had left Fallyn and Liam in his care. Damned if he would let his children become cozy with that interloper. He and Karolin would take them to Central Park, the New York Zoo and a production of Peter Pan. He was looking forward to it. The twins were everything in his life. If it wasn’t for them, he didn’t think he could go on.
Chapter 2
Adelia had arrived back to Bella Oaks, her ranch in San Ynez, yesterday afternoon. She had spent the day riding her grand prix horses Prince and Roxy, reviewing the breeding books with Lucas, and having an early dinner with just the two of them. Lucas was thrilled to have her home, but he had been very disappointed that she hadn’t brought the twins with her. The older man was obsessed with every detail of their life. He considered them his grandchildren and was very proprietary about them. She had promised him that she would bring the next time she came to California. Miles would probably put up a stink, but she would cross that bridge when she had to.
Not that she had ever spoken to Miles in over a year—she couldn’t, and she wouldn’t. They communicated solely through intermediaries, nannies, secretaries, assistants, anyone but to each other. It was better that way. She had learned to live with the loss of her marriage. The space that once upon a time had belonged to him would always remain empty. Philosophically she had concluded that sometimes that was what became of love. It didn’t die, and in her case it could never become hate or indifference. Her love for Miles she just carried around with her like an old photograph. Remember the good things, she reminded herself, and wish him well. At least their kids would be loved by both of them. They were the physical embodiment of their passion, the last vestige of their marriage and love.
The trip to California was a welcome break from the routine of her life. Single-motherhood of twin three-year-olds plus running a hunter/jumper sales barn was taxing and demanding. Besides, Lucas and she desperately needed to make plans for the spring season as to which studs would be bred with which dames, and which horses she would ride for the upcoming grand prix season. These were business decisions that had to be made, and they needed to be done in person and not over the telephone. She needed to see and ride the west coast horses, and put in some time at the ranch.
There was also the fact that in New Hope there never seemed to be enough time to just sit and think about her life and where it was going. She was looking forward to embracing the peace and tranquility of this getaway to the ranch to plot and navigate her course for the future.
The sun hung low in the western sky. She looked forward to seeing it melt like red lava into the San Ynez Mountains when it set. She wished that there was a way for her to spend more time here, but Miles had made it clear that the children were not to leave Pennsylvania without his express permission, and that would not be forthcoming. The two parents shared custody and lived but a few miles apart in New Hope. Lately, however, Miles had been spending a lot more time in New York, and she had given her permission for the children to visit him there while she was away. She hoped that when she finally did ask to bring the kids west to see Lucas that he would give his consent.
Sipping a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon she rocked contentedly on the porch. In the next few minutes David would arrive to have dinner with her. Although they spoke often on the telephone, both had avoided discussing the sparks of attraction that had ignited between them before he returned to California after the custody trial. She was still amazed by his confession of caring for her far more than she knew. He had been right about waiting; it would have been foolhardy to kick the embers and stoke the fire when three thousand miles of distance stood between them. She could hardly remember what kissing him felt like. The truth was she just wouldn’t allow herself to remember.
The sound of the trespass alert woke her from her reverie. She could see David’s car winding its way up the access road.
She stood to greet him as he parked and cut the engine. The lights were on in Lucas’s apartment above the barn. She could feel his eyes watching, but she was long over worrying what Lucas would think about what she did. She was a grown woman a
nd mother; if she wanted to entertain a man, or for that matter take a lover, she would do it with or without his approval. A year without any physical contact with any man was beginning to wear thin.
David bounded up the steps, halting just shy of her. He searched her face for a clue as to how he should behave.
“David,” she opened her arms.
His response was immediate. Taking her in his arms, he pressed himself into her. “It’s so good to see you Adelia.” Holding her felt like home to him. It had been that way from the first moment he had seen her. He was a monogamous man by nature. Once he had set his heart on her, no other woman could ever measure up. He’d actually tried to date a bit when he came home from New Hope, but had found his patience and attraction to other women limited. After a few failed attempts, he had stopped making the effort. In his heart he still hoped that somehow he and Adelia would find their way to each other. One look at her had rekindled all of the old desires. Maybe, he thought, the time is finally right.
She had forgotten how strong he was or the way his chest and arms filled out the confines of his shirt. For some foolish reason she felt shy with him, which probably had something to do with the intense attraction she felt for him. It occurred to her that she had never seen him with his shirt off, and suddenly she was overwhelmed with a desire to see just that. She broke from his arms, afraid of the longing that filled her.
Feeling her reticence, but not knowing the reason, he stepped back smiling. “Where should we go to eat?”
Nonchalantly, she suggested, “Why should we go anywhere? If you’d like, I can whip something up?”
His eyes lit up. Did he hear a suggestive lilt in her voice? He could feel a rising yearning deep in his gut.
David sat at the kitchen table, sipping a glass of wine as he watched Adelia busily put together a meal. They chatted inconsequentially about the children, the weather, horses, and his work at the police force—anything but what they really were feeling.
They ate in the living room in front of a roaring fire, a salad and angel hair pasta with a fresh basil tomato sauce. It was simple but satisfying. The comfort of sharing a meal together alleviated the awkwardness that time and distance had interposed between them.
When they finished the first bottle of wine, they opened a second. David poured them each another glass.
Maybe it was the wine, or maybe just the proximity to the man who had supported and believed in her when no one else did, that caused her to say, “You know, the five year anniversary of my parents’ deaths is coming up.” She stared into the crystal wine glass, turning it so that it reflected the fire’s light.
David nodded silently and waited for her to continue.
“I didn’t think I would ever get past it. People talk about it a lot…what do they call it, closure. It’s such a strange word, closure. I haven’t found it.”
“If it’s any comfort, I’m not sure that closure means that we ever forgive, or forget. People die, and people mourn. It’s hard to find closure when you believe that someone has caused the death of your parents. The fact that that person was never brought to justice only makes it worse.”
“Do you think we’ll ever find out the truth?”
“David paused, carefully choosing his words. “I think you have to live your life with the possibility that you may never find out.”
“But, if it’s not Miles, who could it be?”
“I think we need to broaden our focus. We still don’t know who—the rape.” He paused, knowing that the subject of the blackmail photos that had been the cause of her divorce was a never ending source of anguish.
She stiffened. The photos of her having sex with a stranger, a man she had no recollection of, was a mystery that she tried not to think about. She unconsciously rubbed her neck; a look of pain crossed her face. This wasn’t the direction she wanted her first evening with David to be about.
“What’s wrong with your neck?” David asked, concerned.
“I must have tweaked it on the flight. My muscles are always bunched up from riding, but this is a little more painful than usual.”
“Here, let me?” He put the wine bottle down and sat next to her on the couch relieved to be able to do something that would bring her pleasure. He began to rub her neck and shoulders. “Wow, your muscles are in knots. I can fix this. When I first left the Yeshiva and I was trying to get into the police academy, I supported myself as a masseuse. People told me I had magical hands, a true talent. It looks like that talent is going to come in handy right now. Lay down on the carpet,” he insisted. “Let me work on your neck and back.”
“You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to. Do you have any oil, a sheet and a couple of towels?”
“Sounds pretty risqué,” she teased, happy to leave behind their serious conversation. “I’ll be back in a second.”
When she returned, she handed him the oil, sheet and towels. He spread out the sheet and rolled a towel, instructing her to take her shirt off and lay face down. Her mocking expression of amusement brought a smile to his face. “Don’t worry; I’m a professional. You don’t think you’re the first beautiful woman I’ve ever massaged. Do as you’re told, Adelia.”
With just her bra on, she lay down. He squirted the oil in his hands and began to knead her muscles. His fingers were like magic as they worked the stress and tension out of her shoulders and neck. She couldn’t help but moan with relief.
“You’re unbelievable; I can’t believe you have this hidden talent. If I knew I’d have taken my clothes off long ago,” she mumbled into the towel.
He laughed as he applied more pressure, eliciting a deep groan from her. He tried to keep his mind on what he was doing instead of the rush that he felt from touching her bare skin and hearing her moans of pleasure. His body was beginning to heat up from his exertion. “Just stay put. I’m taking my sweater and shirt off. Those stubborn muscles of yours are really making me work.”
He stood and removed his sweater and then his shirt. He folded them neatly and laid them on the couch. His back was to her so he didn’t see her sneak a quick peek at him.
Adelia giggled to herself as she realized that she had gotten her wish from earlier in the evening. Seeing David without his shirt was exactly what she had hoped for, and one thing was for sure: she wasn’t disappointed. His body was gorgeous—he was gorgeous. Why hadn’t she noticed that before? His shoulders were broad and his arms rippled with a perfectly delineated muscle definition. His back tapered into his trim waistline, and those auburn curls begged to be messed with. If the back looked this good, what might the front look like? she wondered.
She hid her face before he could catch her spying on him. He returned to the carpet and again began to work her muscles. “You know I should really start at the top of your head and work every inch of you.” He straddled her without applying his body weight so that he could more evenly distribute his strength over her.
“Really, is that what you used to do for all of your clients, massage every inch of them?”
“Well, maybe not every inch of them—but every inch of you, I think I could handle.”
She was so relaxed that she was afraid she might fall asleep, and she definitely did not want to do that. Silently she weighed all of the pros and cons of whether or not to encourage David to take the next step. They were both adults and she was free and divorced. Why shouldn’t she allow herself to enjoy the pleasures of this man? His hands felt amazing and it was so long since anyone had touched her; she had begun to feel like a nun. The cons were endless and easy to list, but there was no way she wanted to think about them. While she contemplated the possibilities, he suddenly moved his hands a lot lower.
For a moment she stiffened. His fingers were massaging her butt cheeks through her jeans, and she could feel it deep inside of her core. She felt like putty in his hands as her body succumbe
d and went limp.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Are you kidding me? No, it feels heavenly.” She inhaled deeply as she allowed herself to sink into the soothing pleasure.
There was only so much a man could take, her moans were driving him crazy; her pleasure was turning him on. The hell with it, he thought—one kiss, he had to. Bending, he brushed his lips against her neck and kissed her dragging his tongue across her pulse point. She sighed in complete rapture.
It was as if he was living in a dream. She was responding to him. Her signs encouraged him. He unhooked her bra and pulled down her straps. First, he kneaded her shoulders and then his strong hands wrapped around her until they were cupping her ample breasts, which overflowed his fingers. He pressed his chest into her back, his lips continuing to kiss her until she could feel their warmth in her ears. He huskily whispered, “I want you so much, Adelia, but I’ll stop if you want me to.”
She turned beneath him until she was lying on her back. She flung her bra away as she held his gaze, their eyes reflecting the fire’s light. When he lowered his eyes to her breasts where her areolas had blushed red with excitement, it took his breath away—she was so beautiful and she wanted him. She had to know how aroused he was; his hardening cock was proof enough. The outline of his cock strained against the tightness of his jeans. Neither of them was about to break the spell with superfluous words. She reached up and trailed her fingers across his muscled chest. His eyes closed as he focused on the sensations that spread from her touch to his loins. When he opened them, they were dark and smoldering. Lifting her into his arms, their naked torsos pressed together, he held her as if he held her heart in his hands. Trembling, his lips sought hers. The kiss told her everything she needed to know. There would be no turning back.
