by Helena Ray
“It’s been a rough couple of days for him,” Bryant replied. “You haven’t seen him at his best. I swear, he’s a thoroughly decent guy. He’s just a little spoiled. But wouldn’t you be if you grew up here?” He gestured around the room.
Robin followed Bryant’s lead, taking in the rich carpet and impeccable furnishings. When she wasn’t looking, Bryant wrapped his other arm around her and pushed her down so that she landed on a hard, wooden bench. The arousal she had felt at their earlier kiss returned with full force. He claimed her mouth in a passionate kiss, teeth and tongue immediately pressing against her lips. She allowed him to explore the depths of her mouth, and one leg involuntarily lifted to hook around Bryant and pull him closer. The action caused the bottom of her cocktail dress to ride up and reveal her matching lime green lace thong. The sensation of the wood against her ass nearly convinced Robin to end their encounter, but Bryant’s hand squeezed her breast, banishing all other thoughts from her mind.
He moved his mouth to her neck, using his tongue and teeth to send Robin’s body into convulsions. He moved his mouth around the base of her throat and licked there as his hand left her breast in an expedition downward on her body.
“Bryant,” she gasped, and the forcefulness of his erotic attack pushed Robin’s head to dangle off the edge of the bench.
A growl escaped from the mouth currently sending Robin over the edge, and she felt Bryant pushing the fabric over her dress over her hips. Even here, where any member of the Abrams household could spy them at any second, Robin couldn’t help but emit a small moan of pleasure when Bryant hooked his finger underneath the fabric of her thong and pulled it to the side. He slid one finger forward to part Robin’s now completely soaked outer lips. Bryant added another finger and lifted his head to look at Robin. The heat in her stare must have convinced him of her complete arousal.
Bryant plunged both fingers into Robin’s tight opening and used his thumb to massage against Robin’s clit. The suddenness and eroticism of the action, combined with the heat of the whole evening, had Robin thrusting against Bryant’s hand. He matched her thrusts, and the feel of his substantial erection against her thigh escalated Robin’s pleasure. Damn, this cowboy knew how to use his hands.
He thrust his fingers harder into Robin and increased the pressure on her clit. She was so close to the edge and was certain her hot juices were already covering the wooden bench below her. She didn’t care, though. She wanted the release she knew only Bryant could give her now. A frustrated whimper escaped from her throat as she looked into Bryant’s determined, heated stare. He leaned forward and bit her ear.
“Are you gonna come for me?” he whispered against her neck, and Robin was only able to moan in response. Bryant moved his mouth to cover hers and angled his hand upward, pushing directly against her G-spot.
That action was all it took. Robin went sailing, feeling her tight pussy muscles contracting against Bryant’s fingers as she shook through her release. It seemed to last forever, and she kept pushing against Bryant, wanting more and more from him. God, what was this? Robin had never felt this way before.
Finally, the heavenly orgasm released her, and she lay sated on the bench. Bryant took her in his muscular arms and pulled her up to sit on his lap. Robin leaned her head against his shoulder as she scooted her thong and dress back to their proper position.
“That was... That was... yeah,” she whispered, still unable to find coherent language. Bryant stood, still holding Robin against him. He kissed her forehead and lowered her to the ground, allowing her time to balance on her very high heels before he released her.
“Okay, honey, I have to go check on Al. But I’ll see you again soon, all right?”
She nodded as she leaned against his chest, still reeling from the dizzying heights of pleasure she had just reached. “Soon?”
“Yes, soon,” he promised. He took out a phone from his pocket and tapped on the screen. “Nicholas’ll get you back to your car, honey.”
Robin suddenly felt awkward, the heavy scent of her arousal still hanging in the air of this staid corridor. She stood and tried to smooth her disheveled dress.
“Robin?”
She turned to see Bryant standing with his hand against the doorknob leading to where Alexander was apparently fuming. “Yes?
“This is the best damn card game Al ever hosted.” Bryant smiled and slipped back through the door.
Chapter 5
Robin leaned against the doorframe of the apartment attached to the stables. She peered through the open door at Bryant’s apartment. He had furnished it sparsely but with clean, modern furniture. It held an air of manly sophistication. Robin’s eyes settled on the low oak bed with slate gray sheets. She wondered what it would feel like to lie there, Bryant on top of her, making her writhe like she did under his lips.
An arm wrapped slowly around her waist, diverting Robin’s thoughts. A hand brushed the hair on the back of her neck to the side, and she shuddered at the touch. Lips followed the hand, and Robin couldn’t help but lean backward into the warm, muscular body waiting for her.
“Hey, good lookin’.” Bryant reached to turn Robin around, and she stood on tiptoes to kiss Bryant’s waiting lips. His lips were soft as he slowly and methodically kissed Robin. He swiped his tongue across her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth. Bryant continued the maddeningly languid pace as he reached up and cradled Robin’s face between his hands to deepen the kiss. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pressed her body against him. Robin felt so comfortable with Bryant and free to let her romantic, and sexual, desires run wild.
Bryant lifted his head just enough to break the kiss.
“I will never get tired of kissing you.”
Robin’s heart fluttered at his words. She couldn’t help but giggle like a schoolgirl caught in the rapture of her first crush.
“Kissing you’s not too bad, either.”
She proved her enjoyment by hooking an arm around his neck and pulling his face back against hers and nearly knocking the black Stetson off his head.
“Whoa, now, girl.” Bryant’s smile was nearly as wide as hers. “Save some of it for the picnic.”
Robin leaned her head against Bryant’s chest, inhaling his scent of leather and musk. Standing cocooned within the arms of this handsome, kind man thrilled every fiber of her being. She didn’t want to let go, but she knew they would have to leave eventually. Suddenly Robin didn’t care about seeing the art deco gardens Max Abrams had designed for his family. She would rather stay cradled against Bryant, perhaps in that bed she had admired earlier.
With a kiss on her forehead, he left Robin to lock his apartment, and her body cried out at the absence of his warmth. When he returned, he carried a large, old-style picnic basket in one hand and a classic red and white checkered blanket cradled underneath his elbow. He reached his free arm around Robin, held her close to him, and walked her toward the stables’ exit.
“We’re not taking Sylvia?” Robin was slightly disappointed.
“Nah, then you have to sit behind me the whole time.” He pulled her closer against him and placed a light kiss on her lips. “And I can’t look at your gorgeous face.”
Robin blushed at the remark.
“Okay, I can live with that.”
* * * *
“Here okay, darlin’?” Bryant chuckled as Robin’s eyes widened at the sight of the flat, art deco bridge over the serpentine stream. She turned her head side to side with her mouth dangling open as she took in the mature live oaks and lush green moss along the banks of the stream. She was especially beautiful when she was enraptured under the spell of some piece of art or some building. Her passion was plastered all over her face. Now that she had looked at him like that, Bryant was addicted. Alexander or not, he would not let this one get away.
He watched her wander in awe as he set down the picnic basket and unfolded the blanket, sat down, and placed his hat to the side. He couldn’t wait to see the look on Robin’s face when she sa
w the bounty of food he had picked out for her. He bet she had never seen a picnic quite like those prepared in the Abrams kitchen. He remembered his first meal at the Abrams estate. He had been hesitant about coming to the Abrams mansion. He was fourteen, and he and Alexander had just settled their schoolboy differences, and Bryant still had doubts about whether or not the invitation was a ploy to poison him. When he sat down with Alexander and his parents, what looked like an entire cow and a full harvest of vegetables greeted him. Used to the fast food and casseroles served most often in the Clare household, he had eaten greedily and decided Alexander couldn’t be too bad.
He shook his head to get away from the memory. If Alexander had no intention of letting down his guard for any woman, so be it. Maybe he would be better off in a relationship without Al, for once.
As he thought, he watched Robin wander about the garden. She wore a white cotton gauze dress that cinched right underneath her breasts, squeezing them together and giving Bryant a better view of her cleavage. The dress stopped about halfway down Robin’s thigh. As she walked, the hot Texas breeze caused her dress to billow temptingly near the V at the top of her legs. Bryant wanted to bury his face there and send Robin to heights of pleasure she had never imagined.
Now, though, he mostly wanted to hold her and feed her the sweetest strawberries and the smoothest champagne money could buy.
“There’s a man waiting here with food for you,” he called in her direction. “That has to be more interesting than a bridge.”
Robin turned just her head to look back on him. She looked perfect just then, a vision in white, with a flawless ass and a flawless mouth just waiting for him. He winked at her, indicating the jab to her passion for architecture was just a tease, and she came bounding in his direction.
She sat beside him and leaned her head against his shoulder.
“What delicious things have you conjured up for me?” God, that smile would light up any man’s world.
Bryant reached one hand underneath her ass and easily placed her on his lap. He placed a hand on her shoulder and ran it down the length of her arm to cover her hand with his. He moved her hand to the basket and nibbled at her ear.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” He had meant to sound playful, but the sensation of Robin perched on his lap had his arousal growing.
She wiggled in his lap, accidentally providing stimulation to Bryant’s ever-hardening cock, and opened up the picnic basket in delight. She let out a series of squeals as she examined the basket’s contents. Bryant had packed a wedge of the French brie Alexander kept around the house since his return from Europe, a loaf of fresh-baked sourdough still warm from the oven, a bottle of Krug Grand Cuvee champagne, and the pièce de résistance, fresh strawberries the size of Granny Smith apples, imported from Australia by Male Order’s own Ellis brothers as a complement to the fruit from their own strawberry farm. While Bryant may not have acquired the same refined palate as Alexander, he could certainly use the items in his kitchen to impress the sensual nymph in his lap.
After opening and pouring the champagne with a bravado that elicited a giggle from Robin, he offered a glass to Robin and proposed a toast. “To the most magical woman I’ve ever met.” Robin glanced at Bryant through lowered eyelashes.
“I’ll drink to that.”
They clinked their glasses and sipped at the expensive champagne. Even though Bryant had prepared a feast for himself and the woman he was courting, he could hardly concentrate on food. Every time Robin’s tight ass brushed against his cock, Bryant’s ability to control himself lessened. He was rock hard by now and wanted nothing more than to push into the liquefied heat he could feel emanating from between Robin’s soft thighs.
He kept a tight rein on his urges, though, and found himself distracted by the bottomless pit of cheeriness that was his companion. As they ate, she leaned back against his chest, and they shared things about their lives. Robin came from a loving middle-class family and was raised in Waxahachie, a small town on the outskirts of Dallas. She talked frankly about her love of animals, accounting for her disappointment at Sylvia’s absence at their picnic, and the foster dogs and cats her mother took in on a regular basis to help out overcrowded shelters. Her voice took on such a warmth when she discussed her family and her background. Bryant felt himself falling for her, not just as a beautiful woman, but as an intelligent and kind companion.
After they finished the brie and bread, Robin pulled out one of the enormous strawberries. “I’ve never seen anything like this!” Her eyes widened as she compared the size of the strawberry to the size of her delicate fist. “How on earth do these happen?”
She rolled off Bryant’s lap and onto her back. She held the strawberry above her face, appearing to study its massive size, before lowering it to her lips. Watching her small pink mouth open and her lips suckle the fruit caused Bryant’s cock to stir to life. He wanted nothing more than to have those lips around him. Or he could suckle another part of her just like that.
When Robin had finished the strawberry, she began to sit up, and Bryant put one hand on her shoulder to pin her to the ground. He moved on top of her, his cock relieved at the gentle flesh it now ground against. She gasped when he nipped at the place where her neck met her shoulder.
“Watching you wrap that perfect mouth around the strawberry,” he whispered against her neck, then placed a gentle kiss on her mouth, “well, that was damn beautiful, darlin’.” He placed a hand on her waist and, when she didn’t object, moved it down to her hips. “You’re turnin’ me on.”
Bryant pressed his hips against Robin, and she gasped. The flush that consumed her chest when she got excited only heightened Bryant’s arousal. He lowered his head to her mouth to taste the sweet recesses that he longed to explore fully. Whereas their earlier kisses had started gentle and sweet, this kiss smoldered from the start. Bryant pressed his tongue insistently against Robin’s mouth, and with a bite at his bottom lip, she gave him access. The heat of her mouth made him long to touch another heat, to taste it. He couldn’t get himself off rubbing against her hips. She deserved so much more than that. Without warning Robin, he sat up and hovered over the picnic basket.
He heard her whimper when he left and smiled to himself. She had no idea how much pleasure he was about to give her.
* * * *
Bryant held a large, deep red Australian strawberry to Robin’s lips, outlining them with the tip of the strawberry. She leaned forward to bite the strawberry, but Bryant pulled it away. “Not yet, honey.”
He continued his agonizingly slow outline of her lips, then moved the strawberry downward along her neck. He traced along her collarbone, then returned to the base of her neck. He moved his body to hover over her completely and dragged the strawberry down to her cleavage and placed it there, his hands lingering for a long moment. He placed his hands on either side of Robin’s shoulders and lowered his mouth to hers. She parted her lips, desperate for some sort of heat to offset the tension building between her legs. Bryant brushed his lips gently against hers, pulling back and laughing softly when she moved her head up to deepen the kiss. After what seemed like an eternity to Robin, he placed his mouth fully upon hers and opened her mouth wider with his tongue. The wet heat of the kiss consumed her entirely. She tangled one hand in Bryant’s hair as she pulled herself up against him. He took her bottom lip between his teeth and pulled at it at the same time he thrust his hips against Robin’s. The feeling of his erection pressing against her through her white gauze dress drove her even closer to the edge.
She had been so consumed with the kiss she failed to notice that Bryant had removed the strawberry from her cleavage. He withdrew his mouth from hers and placed the strawberry against her lips. “Bite down on this, but don’t eat it,” he whispered against her ear. “Just keep it in your mouth, just in between your teeth, and don’t bite down. There will be plenty of time for feasting later.”
Robin did as Bryant commanded. She moaned against the st
rawberry as his tongue followed where he had traced the strawberry, first outlining her lips, then her collarbone, and finally sweeping down to fuck her cleavage with his tongue a couple of times. One hand reached to the hem of her dress and began lifting it toward her stomach. She whimpered against the strawberry and lifted her hand to remove it, but Bryant wrapped his fingers around her wrist.
“Don’t worry, no one will find us here. With that strawberry gagging you, your screams can’t give us away.” Robin’s pussy clenched at Bryant’s words, and her hips bucked involuntarily. He smirked at her reaction and leaned down to kiss her chest before moving slowly downward. He entwined his fingers in the light gauze of her hemline, and the back of his hand brushed against Robin’s inner thighs, causing her excitement to mount. He moved his hand in between her thighs and slowly dragged his fingers upward. When his index and middle fingers finally pushed against her panties, Robin gasped and begged with her hips for him to push harder.
Bryant slowly pulled his gaze upward to meet Robin’s. She watched the movement of his long eyelashes as his eyes raked over her body until his warm blue gaze finally locked with hers. “You’re so fucking wet.” He pushed her panties aside with one finger and used the other to slowly stroke her velvety folds. “I could smell you that day when we met, after we rode Sylvia, how wet you were for me.” He leaned down and positioned his face right behind his fingers. “You smell even better up close.”
Robin writhed in pleasure at the feeling of Bryant’s warm breath against her swollen clit. God, Bryant was actually going to drive her mad. Robin gave herself over to the sensations quickly enveloping her, all capacity for rational thought flying out the window.
Bryant responded to her body’s pleas by increasing the pressure of his strokes against the outer folds of her cunt. He pressed his index finger deeper into her and flicked her clit, eliciting a gasp that nearly had Robin swallowing the strawberry whole. Her hands took on a life of their own as they reached down to grasp Bryant’s hair and pulled his face closer to the source of the unbearable heat growing inside of her. Before she had any luck, Bryant withdrew his hand from her now-dripping pussy and used it to grab both her wrists. He lifted his head, and Robin saw something dark flash in his normally warm and kind eyes.
