The Entertainer

by Trinity Marlow

  He kissed her lips, smiling against them as his fingers worked at the button of her pants. "Shh...it's okay. Patience, sweetheart." Leaving a trail of kisses down the center of her body, he moved lower until he could shimmy the offending clothes off her hips and onto the floor. Fabric rustled and Brynn let her legs fall open as she waited for him to return. Not disappointed for long, soon she felt his fingers tickling up between her legs, pushing them apart as he stepped between them. A finger traced her inner lips, smoothing over and around lubricating her with her own cream. Then she felt his breath on her core and time all but stopped as his tongue licked her most sensitive nub and sent her nerves soaring.

  She reached down to run her fingers through the thick curls on his head as he pushed one finger inside her. She moaned low as he worked in and out, adding a second finger to stretch her passage. His tongue swirled round and round, sending her higher and higher as his fingers pumped in and out, bringing her closer to something she'd never quite been able to grasp.

  Then he turned his fingers just so and curled the tips, at the same time he sucked down hard on her clit, and the world exploded into a million different colors as her whole body spiraled out of control.

  Chapter 3

  Gentle touches and soft murmurs slowly pulled Brynn back to earth. "Wow," she breathed, not daring to open her eyes lest the illusion shatter. Warm breath wafted over her ear as moist kisses kept the nerves in her neck alert.

  "That's it," Sam said, his voice soothing, his body cradled between her legs. "Just ride it out, babe."

  Babe. The near-endearment reminded her not to mistake lust for love, or to hope that this encounter was anything more than sex. She brought her legs up to circle his hips, her ankles holding him close as his cock moved slowly back and forth over her center. Her skin was still super-charged and every place he touched her cried out for more. His fingertips grazed her nipple, petting the hard nub back and forth, round and round as she arched up, begging for more.

  "Sam?" Her voice sounded odd, even to her own ears as she rasped his name.

  "Yes Brynn?"

  "I want you..."

  "Want me how?"

  "I...uh..inside me. Now."

  He chuckled, leaning down to press his lips to hers. "Open your eyes."

  She slid her hands up over his shoulders. "No." She shook her head, knowing she was being unreasonable. "If I open my eyes, I'll think again. And I don't want to think anymore." She felt his kiss against each of her eyes in turn, then his hand smoothing her hair back from her forehead.

  "Come on," he coaxed, pausing to suckle the hollow of her throat. "I promise I won't let you think."

  Brynn inhaled, focusing on what his hand was doing to her breast as she reluctantly opened her eyes. As soon as she looked up at him, he moved just so and thrust into her core.

  She gasped, arching up at the unfamiliar feeling of invasion. He felt good, but big, and she was grateful when he remained still, allowing her body to adjust to his girth.

  "God you're tight," he hissed, his muscles tensed as he braced over her. She reminded herself to breath, her fingers tracing the ridges that defined his chest and arms as he pulsed within her. So this was it then. Sex. A rush of liquid heat between her thighs made her thankful for the darkness so he couldn't see her blush.

  He kissed her once, then twice, pulling out slightly then pushing back in. Her body had never felt more alive as the tension coiled between her legs. She closed her eyes, tentatively moving her lower body to meet his thrusts, earning a low growl as a fingernail grazed his flat nipple. He urged her on, faster, and her movements became almost frantic as her skin tingled and every bit of her focus zeroed in on the new sensations between her legs. She whimpered, unable to help herself and nearly cried out when his lips closed over her nipple and sucked hard. Then he slid one hand between their bodies and pressed a finger to her clit, triggering an orgasm so hard she nearly came off the bed, arching up and falling back in succession as the waves of completion washed over her.

  Sam groaned, then thrust hard and long, once, twice, three times until he was spent. Then he collapsed on top of her, folding her in his arms and rolling them both to the side. She lay in his arms, just breathing until he pulled away, stroking the side of her face with one hand.

  "That was incredible," he said, looking into her eyes. Even in the dark she could see he was sincere, and she was grateful. "I'll be right back."

  After he left, Brynn pulled the covers back and crawled between the sheets. It had been such a long day and she was so very tired...would he stay? Would he go? She wasn't sure what the proper etiquette was for one-night-stands, but she was fairly sure she'd already broken several. He padded back in and she waited, wondering what could possibly break the now-awkward silence.

  Sam slipped into bed, and reached for her, pulling her tight against his side as he lay on his back. She rested her head tentatively on his shoulder, and he hugged her close, kissing her head. "Are you okay?"

  Brynn frowned, mentally taking stock. "I think so...is there some reason I shouldn't be?"

  He chuckled, squeezing the arm around her shoulders. "Of course not. When was the last time you slept with someone, anyway?" She tensed, her pulse beating faster again. It was now or never. Maybe never was better. But she wanted him to know he was special, and she'd always think fondly of him after tonight.

  "Actually," she said, her body trembling against his, "I am--was, that is, a virgin."

  * * *

  Sam was quiet for a long moment. Brynn wondered if he'd heard her, and raised her head off his chest just as he chuckled, the sound vibrating under her hand on his chest. She frowned, propping herself up on one elbow so she could see his face. "What's so funny?"

  He shook his head, the grin on his lips an extra insult. "Honey, you were no virgin. A man can tell - didn't anyone ever tell you that?"

  Brynn rolled away from him, pulling the covers up over her naked body and wondering why she'd thought he'd be different. "I know, but it's not like that. I was dating this guy in college, and we played around, but I wasn't ready. One night he tried to show me...um...with his fingers..." She took a breath, focused enough to note that Sam had stopped laughing. A good sign, she hoped. "Anyway, it hurt. A lot, and I made him leave.

  "Did I hurt you?"

  Brynn shivered at the cold note in Sam's voice. Why hadn't she kept her mouth shut? "No, of course not." The mattress shifted and she glanced over to see Sam swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. How long would it take him to find his clothes? Clearly this was the part where he ran away. Just like everyone else.

  "How does a woman get to be your age without having sex?" He rubbed his face with his hands, his back to her presenting a perfect silhouette from the window. "Why didn't you tell me before? This would never--"

  "This would never have happened. I know," Brynn said, anger replacing humiliation in a heartbeat. "How would you know how old I am? You make me sound like an old hag or something." She crossed her arms over her chest, her body humming for an entirely different reason than it had minutes before. "Look, I don't owe you any explanations, and you don't owe me anything either. I wanted to know what sex was like, and you...helped me." She scooted off the bed, reaching for the robe she kept on a chair nearby. Covering herself, she turned to see Sam pulling on his jeans. "I shouldn't have told you. I'm sorry. I'm sure you remember the way out."

  She went down the hall to the bathroom and locked the door, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. It wasn't the one-night stand that bothered her. She'd known from the start this was just about sex, but the fact that she hadn't had the time or inclination to lose her virginity before now just shouldn't be that big of a deal. So what if she was older than the average teenager? At least it wouldn't be an issue from now on. Thank God.

  Shaking her head, she started the shower and hung her robe on the back of the door. Screw him, she thought as she stepped under the warm spray. Her body felt strangely light and sensitiv
e under the water and she grinned, realizing she'd done just that. Finally.

  Chapter 4

  One week later, Brynn's feet were already killing her as she stood at the back of the church. She glanced down at her chest again and wished the bouquet she had to carry was bigger. Tight red taffeta with no room for a padded bra underneath was so not a good idea for a Christmas wedding. She shivered, her only consolation the hope that the wedding guests would focus on the goosebumps on her arms instead of her cleavage. At least she'd be facing the front of the church while April and Luke said their vows.

  "Everyone ready?" The wedding planner's sing-song voice grated nearly as bad as the strappy silver stilettos as Brynn took her place in line behind the other bridesmaids beside the best man. She took his arm, all-too-aware of how bad her wardrobe problem was judging from the direction of his stare. He wasn't bad looking, actually - the quintessential tall, dark and handsome. Wire-rimmed glasses accented his angular face nicely, and she tried to imagine his thin lips warming up one of her hardened nipples. The face that looked up at her in her mind wasn't his though.

  As the familiar music started, she wondered for the five-thousandth time if she should have called the number Sam had left for her that night. The note had said to call, but she was old enough to know that it probably didn't mean anything, he was just trying to be nice to the poor, clingy virgin who'd tricked him into deflowering her. She'd thrown the number out, afraid that if she kept it she'd break down and call. She had too much pride to play that girl and she'd be damned if she'd impose on him any further.

  Still, she thought as her escort led her into the sanctuary, sleeping with him had created a problem. Now that she'd had a taste, she wanted more, but picking out a guy wasn't any easier than it was before. Her vibrator helped, but it just wasn't quite enough anymore. She glanced at the man beside her again who looked down at her...chest. Heck, maybe she should just go for it. He seemed amiable to the idea, at least.

  Smothering a grin, she took her place on the top step of the stage and turned to watch April make her big entrance. A flashbulb reminded her to reposition herself so that only the preacher and the musician had a good view, a fact that nearly made her laugh. She craned her neck, somehow managing to hold the position until the bride and groom were positioned above her on the platform. Grateful that the preacher seemed focused on the happy couple, she snuck a sideways glance at the organist, sure that the old lady would be shooting her dirty looks for her display. To her dismay, it wasn't a little old lady sitting on the bench and she nearly dropped the bride's bouquet she was holding along with her own.

  Sam winked at her, sending heat rushing both up to her face and down between her legs. Mortified that her skin probably matched her dress and her thong was uncomfortably damp, she turned to face the preacher. What on earth was a stripper doing playing the organ at a wedding? Was that even allowed by the church? She shifted, trying to relieve the pressure from her left foot and her right heel slipped off the step. Luckily the girl behind her must have seen it and put a stabilizing hand at her back. She looked over her shoulder with an apologetic smile and spent the rest of the ceremony with both feet locked firmly in place, her eyes glued to the preacher. It seemed like the safest strategy all around at that point.

  When it was finally over, Brynn slipped out of the receiving line, knowing April would be angry but past the point of caring. She hobbled down a back hall until she found a restroom and slipped inside, grateful to see an old fashioned couch just inside the door. She sat down, immediately kicking her shoes off with a sigh, just as the door opened again.

  "I thought I might see you today," Sam said, grinning as he walked toward her, a roll of silver duct tape in his hand.

  * * *

  "What are you doing here? And...uh, what's that for?" Brynn eyed the duct tape in Sam's hand as he moved closer. Please don't be a serial killer...

  "I'm a man of many talents," he said kneeling down in front of her and lifting one of her feet in his hands. "You seemed uncomfortable during the ceremony, and as much as I love seeing those pretty nipples poking at your dress, the tape will keep everyone from staring for the rest of the evening." His fingers were kneading her foot with magical circular strokes, pain fading into blissful relaxation.

  "Oh God, that feels so good..." she closed her eyes and leaned back, completely focused on the soothing warmth radiating up first one leg, then the other as he switched feet. "You are so hired," she moaned, trying to forget that she still had to get through the reception. That luxurious touch moved up her leg, caressing her calf and rounding her knee before sliding ever so slowly up each thigh. Her breathing quickened as she felt her dress being pushed up, her legs parted, and hot, long breaths against her center. He lapped at her lace panties, adding to the moist heat already there. She whimpered, spreading her legs wider as he pushed the scrap of fabric aside and entered her with one finger, then two, then three. As he thrust in and out, awakening her most sensitive spots once again she writhed half-on, half-off the sofa, imagining how wanton she must look lying there with her dress bunched around her waist and Sam's head between her legs. Just then his tongue flicked her clit, keeping time with one, two, three deep thrusts. It was too much, and her whole body stiffened as sweet, mind-numbing sensations took away all control.

  She slid off the couch onto Sam's lap, his fingers still inside her, his thumb gently circling her sensitive nub. His mouth closed hard over hers, wild, possessive, and she arched against his chest as he held her tight, working her core as he whispered softly into her ear.

  "Come again. Now."

  Her fingers locked onto his shoulders as the intense, blinding pleasure washed over her once more. She held on tight, her muscles spasming around him as he stroked slow and smooth within her. When she could finally breathe, he pulled back just enough to bring his wet fingers to his mouth. His eyes locked on hers as he sucked each one clean, then kissed her long and slow. She tasted herself on his tongue, musky and sweet. His hands moved up her back, grasping the zipper of her dress and pulling it down slowly. Stopping half-way, he leaned back and slid the dress and her thin strapless tube bra down to expose her breasts. She shivered, not at the loss of the thin barrier, but at the hunger in his eyes.

  "You have beautiful tits," he murmured, bending to suck one hard nub between his lips. He grazed the peak with his teeth, pulling it out just to the point of pain before releasing it. Brynn panted, arching up and offering her other breast to him as she supported her head on the couch, her eyes closed in bliss as he suckled and nipped at her other breast.

  A ripping sound brought her partially out of the fog. Had the dress succumbed to the rough handling? Then she felt something cold pressed against her skin and finally opened her eyes, looking down to find two strips of duct tape centered over each nipple in the shape of a cross.

  Chapter 5

  "You want me to wear tape over my...um, here?" Brynn sat up, her fingers instinctively reaching up to smooth over the silver strips. "I guess that's one way to fix it."

  Sam chuckled. "It's all I could come up with at the moment, but I can't say I'm sorry. It's a very sexy look for you."

  "Uh, yeah. I really appreciate you fixing my problem, but you don't have to lie to make me feel better. I should head downstairs. April's probably beside herself by now, with as much time as I've been gone. I'm a horrible maid of honor." She started to pull up the tiny bra, but Sam's hand halted her movements.

  "Not so fast," he said, getting to his feet. He helped her up, then twirled her around to face a full-length mirror on the opposite wall. Standing behind her, he supported one breast in each hand, watching over her shoulder. "Look at that. Sometimes what you can't see is just as provocative as what you can, wouldn't you say?"

  She nodded, her body too warm as she looked at herself on display. A wanton vixen stared back, clearly at the mercy of her man. She imagined what she'd look like with another piece of duct tape around her neck, like a wide, fitted collar. Her fac
e turned the same shade as her dress at the wicked thought. "I really should go." She pushed out of his embrace and put her bodice back together, struggling with the low zipper in back.

  "Here, let me." He brushed her hands away and raised the metal clasp to the middle of her back, his knuckles grazing her bare shoulders. She looked in the mirror once more, giving the front of her dress a good tug north before she turned to go.

  "About the other night..."

  She stopped and smiled over her shoulder at him. "It's fine, Sam. I didn't expect anything from you then, and I don't expect anything from you now. We were just having a little fun - no need to get all girly about it." She puckered her lips and blew him a kiss before she left, closing the door behind her.

  * * *

  Just a little fun. Her words haunted her as she made her way to the basement, slipping off her shoes as she reached the reception hall. She wanted it to be true. She didn't want to want him, but damned if she wasn't the same as all the rest of those silly women who fell for the first guy who slept with them. She shook her head, breathing in deep and letting it out slow. Maybe all she had to do was have sex with someone else to break this infatuation with Sam.

  She scanned the room, her gaze landing on the best man seated at the head table with the rest of the wedding party. Spotting an empty chair beside him, she moved toward him, stopping briefly to apologize to April for ducking out earlier. Finally she stood in front of him, bending down to give him a good peek as she placed her lips close to his ear. "Is this seat taken?"

  "It is now." He lightly trailed a finger along the inner curve of her breast, skimming the center of her cleavage as she sat down. She leaned into his touch, surprised when her body responded. Apparently it was only her head that longed for Sam. Sitting back, she placed a hand on the best man's thigh, disappointed at her own disloyalty. Except there was no reason to be loyal to Sam, was there? Confused, she jumped as a slow melody drifted through the room. The lights dimmed, and she swiveled in her chair to where the floor had been cleared for dancing.