by Aimee Duffy
Shey chanced a peak over her shoulder, and holy shit, they’d drawn a crowd of people. Some tourists, others tutting, but worse, none of them seemed to want to move on. The second Calvin had the door open, she ducked into the back seat.
His slap on her ass stung, but in a way that made her want it again. When he was beside her, she pretended to scowl at him.
‘Don’t lie and say you didn’t like it, or I’ll paddle that beautiful golden skin until its pink.’
The threat, delivered in that sexy deep voice, made her shiver all over.
‘You wouldn’t,’ she said, a little shocked that the idea turned her on.
He didn’t answer, just cocked a dark brow and gave the driver his address. After a nod, the driver hit the button for the radio and the jazz music that filled the car was so loud she couldn’t hear herself think. But she didn’t really need to for what she had planned.
Shifting closer to Calvin, she looked at the cab driver. The mirror barely caught her and if he turned around, the front seat would only allow a view of her or Calvin’s shoulders. Perfect for what she had in mind. After all, she owed him an orgasm and she didn’t like to be indebted to anyone.
Shey threw Calvin a sultry look. His lazy smile and half-mast lids made her think he would be down with the plan. She reached into his lap and went to work on his zip, not bothering with the belt. His eyebrows hit his hairline and he opened his lips on a gasp. She hurried to free him before he could stop her, and had that hot, throbbing flesh in her palm in record time.
Cursing, he darted a glance to the front of the cab and obviously figured out what she already did. There was enough privacy that she could have him at her mercy. Shey leaned in close to his ear, giving his cock a squeeze.
‘How long is the drive to your place?’ She nipped at the lobe and was rewarded with a grunt.
‘Too long.’
Shey slid her palm down his shaft, reveling in the thick veins and solidity of him. She worked him in a twist on the upstroke and he hissed.
‘Not long enough,’ he said.
Good thing she enjoyed a challenge. Shey paid attention to the glorious cock in her hand. The head was huge, almost red with the blood pulsing beneath. The tip was shiny, and she swirled her thumb through the pre-come, wondering what it tasted like. Calvin’s hips jerked and he swelled in her grasp. As if it wasn’t big enough to begin with.
Using her free hand, Shey shifted his slacks so she could cup his balls, tightened her grip, and worked him without mercy. His eyes slid shut, his head slammed back against the seat, and his free palm slid under her ass. She was sure if the jazz wasn’t so loud, she’d hear his moans.
With every twist in her upstroke, a little more glistening liquid escaped the tip and Shey spread it down over his cock to heighten the sensations. The way his neck strained, breath coming in short needy gasps, and the steely feel of his cock in her hands had her so turned on she had to remind herself they weren’t alone so she couldn’t straddle him.
The skin of his balls tightened, at the same time he grew diamond-hard. Sweat had beaded on his brow, and he met her eyes with a look of awed lust. Shey brought her finger up to her lips and sucked, making sure to keep her thrusts on his cock steady.
Calvin’s eyes popped wide as she soaked her index finger, probably assuming she was imitating sucking him, but Shey had other plans. He was close, she could see it in the tightening of his thigh muscles, and she wanted him to remember this hand job for the rest of his life.
She pulled the finger out of her mouth, then pressed her lips to his to distract him. Shey reached for his balls again, but slid her damp finger lower, over the gland just behind. He gasped into her mouth, and started to pull back, but she wasn’t going to let him. Tightening her grip on his cock, she pumped him harder, and slid that wet finger along to the puckered hole. Applying a little pressure, she circled the flesh, all the while pumping him faster.
Calvin’s grip on her ass tightened, his free hand fisted on his thigh and his head dropped to the crook of her neck. With his chest heaving, she thrilled at the power she held over him. It was like Monday lunch, only reversed, and it was almost as good.
His muscles tightened, and it was the only warning she got before the creamy liquid pumped over her hand, his shirt, and a little on her dress. She slowed her strokes, nursing him through the spasms and coaxing the last of his orgasm from him.
Slowly, she released him, but he didn’t soften as much as she expected he would. Calvin lifted his head, a dreamy, reverent expression on his face, and she winked. Most guys didn’t like her touching them there, but with all his talk about variety, she’d known he would be different. She brought her come-covered hand to her mouth, and licked off a little. Her eyes slid shut as the sweet taste of him hit her tongue.
God, she wanted him to come again, in her mouth this time, and swallow everything he gave her.
Calvin pulled her head close and plunged his tongue into her mouth. Everything below her waist went molten and she had to remind herself they weren’t alone. And they really ought to clean up.
He was the first to break the kiss and she missed the connection instantly. But he didn’t pull back. Instead he untucked his shirt, cleaned her hand, himself, and then straightened up. She looked past him out the window and saw they’d arrived in a residential area with terraced houses.
He pulled her close to his side and spoke into her ear. ‘For that, I’m going to make you come so hard you’re going to want me to stop, but I won’t. Then I’m going to do it again and again.’
The shudder that coursed through her was purely sexual, without even a hint of fear or apprehension. Because she trusted him not to physically hurt her. He made her feel safe, protected, and so turned-on a brush of her panties over her swollen flesh would tip her over the edge.
Shey couldn’t wait to find out what he had planned.
***
‘Can I get you a drink?’ Calvin asked when they got inside.
He didn’t want to drag her straight to the bedroom and make her feel like she was no better than a one-night stand, even if he was already fully hard again watching her take in his sitting room, from the Italian leather sofas to his tropical fish tank wall separating the room from the kitchen.
Shey turned to him, with a dark twinkle in her eyes. He was on board with whatever filthy thoughts were running through her mind. It was the first time a woman had ever touched him where Shey had, and though he’d almost stopped it, she’d turned an assault on him that he couldn’t resist. And was glad he hadn’t.
Who knew hand-jobs could be so fucking hot?
‘I’d like another taste of…’ She made a show of lowering her gaze to his groin.
As much as he wanted her lips on him, he needed his on her more. He hadn’t been able to get her taste out of his mind since Monday. Couldn’t get her out of his fucking head since she’d brushed him off the first time he met her. Maybe after a few rounds, the chemistry between them would fizzle enough so he could concentrate on work. Calvin wasn’t hopeful, but forgetting her wasn’t an option.
His reaction to Shey’s mother when she’d upset her was proof of that, and maybe more reason to end this now.
‘I’m going to clean up first,’ he said. His earlier orgasm was drying on his skin and starting to itch. Getting out of the shirt would be a good move too.
By the time he got back to the sitting room in a fresh shirt, he was still aroused and it really didn’t help that she stood with her back to him, watching the multi-colored fish. His gaze zeroed-in on that fantastic ass.
He slid his hands around her waist, then up to cup both her breasts, loving that they spilled over his palms. She was all woman, and it was sexy as hell. Her mother—he couldn’t believe he hadn’t clicked with the resemblance—was crazy to think there was anything wrong with Shey.
Her nipples hardened and he squeezed them.
Shey gasped, pressed that ass of hers into his groin. ‘I think you should give
me a tour.’
‘Anywhere in particular you want to see?’ He nibbled her throat, proud of himself for not dragging her off the second she spoke.
‘The bedroom.’ Her breathless voice cracked the pretense he had on control.
‘Then who am I to deny you what you want?’
What they both wanted.
Calvin took her hand and led her through to his room. He half expected her to walk around, checking out the art on the walls or show some interest in the décor like other women had in the apartment he owned before marrying Jane. But Shey only stared at the four-poster bed, a half-smile on her lips like she had an idea his cock would like.
‘What are you thinking?’ he had to ask. As much as he wanted her naked, he was open to changing his plans.
Shey turned to him. ‘Do you own ties?’
‘As in restraints?’
Jesus, maybe she was a little more experienced with this stuff than him. But as he thought about it, heat raged through him and his balls hiked up like he was ready to come again.
Some of the lust drained from her expression. ‘I can’t… I couldn’t be restrained.’
He tilted her chin until she met his gaze. Her eyes were wary, and he guessed she didn’t fully trust him with her body. It was obvious from their first encounter that she liked to be the one in control.
‘I will never do anything you’re not comfortable with. Okay?’
She nodded.
Calvin grinned. ‘Were you thinking about tying me up?’
That got a laugh from her, and her stiff shoulders relaxed. ‘No, I think ties on guys are sexy.’
He’d remember that, and get a few for next time. ‘I don’t wear them.’
‘That’s all right. Open collars on you are just as sexy.’
‘You’ve stooped to lines now? Gorgeous, you don’t need them to get back in my pants. Trust me.’
Her smile was blinding, and… hell, it warmed him down to his toes. Not in a way that made him want to get inside her. A dangerous way. He needed to get this back on track. Back to what it was supposed to be.
‘I’m going to take that dress off you now.’
And he couldn’t wait to find out what she wore underneath. Earlier he hadn’t been able to feel the line of her thong, and it was obvious she didn’t wear a bra.
‘Okay. Should I take my shoes off?’ she asked.
Calvin looked down to the black peep-toe stilettos. He hadn’t noticed them before, which said a lot about the dress on her. And he wouldn’t mind those spiked heels digging into him when he was inside her.
‘The shoes stay.’
Before she could argue, Calvin grabbed the side of her thighs, just below the hem of the dress. Her skin was soft, almost like silk beneath his palms and he’d bet anything it was the same all over. But there was more than just the texture of her skin he couldn’t wait to discover.
He started to slide his hands up, taking the dress with him. Shey grabbed his wrists, stopping his progress, as panic widened her eyes.
‘Shey?’
She swallowed. ‘I’m… not like other women. I’m—’
‘You’re gorgeous. Utterly beautiful, so stop thinking.’ He took one of her hands and pressed it against his solid cock. ‘I’ve been this hard since you walked out of your apartment, and I’ll probably be this hard until I’ve had you so many ways neither of us can walk.’
Panic dissolved under the flare of lust that flushed her olive skin. Her breath caught and he dropped a quick kiss to her lips. ‘Let me see you.’
After she nodded, he dropped to his knees in front of her. He could strangle that mother of hers for destroying her confidence. He didn’t want it to ruin this night for her. He would make her feel as beautiful as she was.
Starting at her ankles this time, he caressed his way up her legs, paying particular attention to the spot just behind her knees. When she moaned and grabbed onto his hair, he worked the sensitive spot a little more.
But, like a kid at Christmas, he was too impatient to stay there long, and started to slide the fabric up her thighs. Her legs were everything he dreamed about and then some, with the perfect amount of curves for her frame. Before revealing any more flesh Calvin urged her to widen her stance and nibbled the inside of each thigh.
Her breathing speeded up. He caught the heady scent of her arousal and slow wasn’t possible anymore. He shoved the dress up to just below her breasts and did a little gasping of his own.
He was eye level with a pretty purple jewel in her bellybutton. Her skin was flawless and golden all over. But what got his attention was the fact she was completely hairless, all the way down her mound. The tiny slit was covered in her juices, and the urge to taste was so great he’d have to undress her later.
‘Calvin?’ she asked.
‘I…’ His voice was so hoarse he had to clear his throat. ‘Shey, I need to taste you. Hold onto me for balance if you need to.’
He didn’t wait for her answer, instead he licked the smooth flesh. The taste of her, so much better than he remembered, made his cock strain against his pants, but he ignored it. Once he’d cleared the juices, he parted her with his thumbs and nipped at her swollen clit.
‘Oh, God.’ Her hold on his hair tightened and he grinned.
Then he really got to work. While he held her open, he used his tongue and teeth to tease her swollen flesh, and when the taste started to fade, he’d dip the tip into her sweet center and drag out more. Shey was breathless, and so was he, but he wasn’t stopping this until she exploded.
When the muscles of her thighs and stomach tightened, he focused on her clit, keeping up a steady rhythm. Her hips jerked against him, but he didn’t try to stop her. This was what he wanted: Shey out of control and lost in pleasure. After the last time he’d made her come, he couldn’t get the way she responded to him out of his head.
On Monday, he couldn’t do anything with the erotic vision, but he had her here now all to himself, and he was going to do this over and over until the thrill of it vanished and the thrill of her would lessen he hoped.
‘Calvin, I’m going to—’
He sucked her clit. Hard. Her cry and the little lump pulsing in his mouth was the most erotic experience he’d ever had. Releasing her, he nuzzled her gently, coaxing little jerks from her just like she had done with him in the cab.
His patience didn’t last long, though. Not when his dick was throbbing, leaking and demanding attention.
Kissing his way up her stomach, he pushed the fabric higher, exposing her breasts. Golden too, with dark-pink nipples that stood to his attention. They’d have to wait. He wanted her naked.
‘Lift your arms,’ he demanded.
Shey obliged and he slipped the dress over her head. Gloriously naked with a beautiful post-orgasm glow, she took his breath away.
‘Shey, I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly you’ll forget about any other man you’ve had.’ The words were out before he could stop them, and what the fuck did he care if she remembered her other lovers? Monogamy wasn’t his thing. Not anymore.
Chapter Six
Calvin’s words shocked Shey out of the post-orgasm high she’d been in. And she wasn’t the only one surprised, if his wide eyes and dropped jaw were anything to go by.
He recovered before she did. ‘I’m going to hang this up.’
Like someone had shoved a rocket up his ass, he darted over to the walk-in wardrobe and disappeared inside with her dress, leaving her where she was. Utterly naked. Shit. She felt the urge to cover herself with something, but that was ridiculous considering he’d seen all of her.
Something had changed for him. He’d withdrawn again. Maybe after what she said in the restaurant he thought she’d leave. He had said he wasn’t possessive, and yet…
Calvin reappeared in the room, with what could have been a lazy smile, but it looked forced. As his gaze slid down her body she felt the heat inside flicker back to life and no longer cared about being naked. She did care
that she was solo in this, and she wanted the Calvin back who’d been on his knees before her.
Sliding her hands up to cup her breasts, she said, ‘You’re still dressed.’
He stalked toward her, his jaw tight with his arousal, and wasn’t that sexy as hell? Shey held out a hand, stopping him. ‘Strip, then you can touch.’
The smile this time was less forced. More like Calvin.
She paid attention to her breasts, pinching the tips of her nipples and moaning as the sensation shot down to her still-sensitive clit. The guy knew what he was doing, and thoughts of other men hadn’t crossed her mind once.
Calvin didn’t bother undoing buttons. He whipped the shirt over his head, exposing a rippled stomach, defined shoulders, and, holy shit, biceps that made her mouth water. The belt buckle was next, then he flicked open the button and unzipped his fly in a heartbeat. His pants and boxers fell to the floor together. The man obviously hit tanning salons or had been at the beach lately because his white bits were visible. They didn’t make him any less hot.
He was on her so fast she didn’t see it coming. His mouth melded to hers with bruising desperation and she was right there with him. Clinging to his biceps, she pulled herself closer. Naked flesh to smooth, hairless skin made the connection between them intensify.
Calvin picked her up and carried her to the bed, still kissing her like he’d die if he didn’t. His tongue dominated her mouth, stealing her breath, and when he backed off it was only to suck on her lips, sending shivers of heat through her.
He lifted her onto the edge of the high mattress. With the speed he opened the drawer at the side of the bed, she guessed he was as desperate for this as she was.
Calvin whipped a foil packet out, tore it open with his teeth and rolled the latex down his erection. All the while she watched, fighting the urge to take him in her hands again. The need to have all of him inside her was too hard to ignore.
And then he was kissing her again, with one hand fisted in her hair to tilt her head to the angle he wanted. But it didn’t ruffle her control-freak feathers. The sting only intensified the zing in her body. His fingers found her clit again, and it was too soon, she was too sensitive. She tried to squirm away and he released her hair, using an arm to pull her closer to the edge of the bed.
