Lust, Lace & Lingerie

by Brandi Evans

  Okay. Apparently I shouldn’t have gone there. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “It’s none of my business, Max.

  None at all. Forget I said—”

  “It’s the kind of relationship we were supposed to have, but she couldn’t play by the rules.”

  “The rules?”

  He nodded. “She just kept fucking every dick that came her way.”

  Whoa. Gina had… cheated on Max? Was that even the right word when consensual infidelity was involved?

  He barreled on. “I allowed her great latitude in the lovers she brought home. All I asked was that I be there, but she couldn’t control herself. Hell, I was able to control my attraction to you, and trust me, it wasn’t easy to—”

  His sentence made an abrupt halt, as if he’d realized a split second too late what he’d said. The damage, however, was already done.

  My jaw dropped. Max had been attracted to me while he’d been married to Gina? Me! It didn’t make sense. Gina had been a blonde bombshell while I was, well, rather bland in comparison. I had a kick-ass body, sure—better be considering how many hours I logged in the gym—but as for the rest of me?

  My hair was a bit too dull, my nose a bit too large.

  Nothing to write home about. Thinking Max had found me attractive when he’d had gorgeous Gina in his bed?

  Well that made no sense whatsoever.

  Without warning, playful Max pushed angry Max aside and he hooked his index finger inside my cheek then tugged as if I were a prize-winning fish he’d pulled from some watery depths. “Seeing you with your mouth agape makes my cock ache to be in there again, wedged so deep I touch your throat.”

  My heart kicked up a few beats at his blatant attempt to change the subject—at least trying to. I wasn’t about to let him brush his comment aside so easily. “Max, I—”

  “But this time,” he said right over me, “I think I’ll leave you free to suck me in whatever way you want.

  Would you like that, Bree?”

  “This time,” I said around his finger.

  “Aye.” He tugged on my cheek, pulled me closer.

  “I’ll take you home to my bed so I can watch you from every possible angle.”

  His place? The words jumpstarted my libido. Wait, what was I supposed to be confronting him about? Who the fuck cared?

  “Watch me from every angle?” I asked, my voice sounding way too damn breathless.

  “Mirrors. Lots and lots of mirrors. My room is filled with them.” He kept towing me closer, his eyes flashing with the stormlike intensity I was already growing addicted to. “Watching my lovers get off is the ultimate turn-on, baby. Listening to them scream their pleasure.

  Watching their bodies quiver and jerk as they come.”

  Liquid arousal flooded my pussy and my clit tingled with an intensity I didn’t think possible considering its marathon workout earlier. “You did seem quite content to let Garrett work me over while you sat back and watched. To a certain extent anyway.”

  His hooked finger slid free, moved lower and traced along my jaw. “Watching Garrett finger you until you creamed was nice, but I really loved watching you eat his cock while you were lying on your back, legs spread, pussy glistening with your arousal… Too bad there wasn’t someone else available to fuck your sweet cunt too so I could have sat back and watched the scene until you melted, until the need to pound your pussy myself was too strong to withstand.”

  His words short-circuited my brain.

  He popped the top button of my shirt. “Would you like that, Bree? Taking on two or three cocks while I watched… ”

  “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Until last night, I’d never been with more than one lover at a time so—”

  “But you enjoyed it.”

  Couldn’t deny that if I tried. “Of course I did, but—”

  “Guess we’ll have to work up to an escapade like that, won’t we?” he whispered, his luscious lips closing in on mine.

  Despite all the erotic things he’d said to me, those words lit my fire more than any of the others. Work up to an escapade like that? That signified we would have more than one night together. Possibilities swirled in my mind as the last of my buttons surrendered to Max’s expert fingers.

  I wore no clothes under the shirt, so as he pushed the material aside, his gaze washed over me, hot and unforgiving.

  “Your body is truly spectacular.”

  He pinched each of my nipples before letting his hand settle between my legs. Two long fingers drove deep into my heat. In and out, in and out. He worked my pussy until…

  “Damn, woman, you’re already wet for me.”

  “What can I say? You’re hot.”

  He grinned a second before his lips took mine hostage and I melted into him. My Max. At least for a few days.

  His tongue and hand worked in unison and I buried my fingers into his golden locks, deepening our kiss. We kissed and kissed and kissed. He somehow managed to be tender and demanding at the same time. It was odd how content he was to sit here like this. In the end, I was the one to pull back.

  I traced his lips with my fingertips. “Is there anything you can’t do with these?”

  “Not that I’m aware of.” He grinned. “Speaking of which, there is something they didn’t get to do enough of while Garrett was around.”

  “And what’s that?”

  He slid his fingers from my slit, brought them eye level, and worked my liquid arousal between the pads of his fingers. “I didn’t get enough of this on my lips.”

  “Oh.” The one-word sentence was all I could manage.

  “Mmm… ” Licking my juices clean, he slid to the floor between my legs. “Scoot forward. I want your ass hanging off the couch so I’ll have better access to your pussy. And then get comfy. I have a feeling I’ll be here awhile.”

  Excitement tingled in my extremities as I obeyed his orders. With every scooching move I made, his focus stayed riveted on my sex. And when I finally stilled, the fingers that had been wedged inside me pushed my labia wide.

  “Beautiful.” He traced his tongue around the edges of my opening. “No wonder Garrett had been so consumed.”

  “Thanks.” I laughed as eddies of pleasure swirled in my womb. “I think anyway.”

  “Maybe we should visit him and Karen.”

  “That’d be nice,” I said mindlessly. My attention focused solely on the sensation of his mouth on my sex, the way his tongue worked in and out of my opening.

  He drew one of my lips into his mouth, sucked for a moment. Two fingers pressed inside me. “Maybe I’ll take you to the isle, an early summer trip would be ideal.

  You’d look spectacular against the oceanic backdrop.”

  “What?”

  “He and Karen live near the Isle of Wight, about five miles off the southern coast of Hampshire. Beautiful country. You’d love it. It’s a short ride to The Cliffs of Alum Bay, near the westernmost area of the isle. The multicolored sand cliffs are breathtaking—although not as breathtaking as it’ll be when I’ll force you to your hands and knees and take you from behind.”

  All moisture evaporated from my mouth. Why did his near-chauvinistic words turn me on so fucking much?

  “Sounds,” I licked my lips, “nice.”

  “Very. Besides, Garrett enjoyed you, and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind us visiting for a week or so.”

  Erotic delight washed through me at the bizarre compliment. “He did seem quite… obsessed with me and my, um… ” I didn’t quite know how to finish the statement.

  Max did. “Garrett likes it when women cream for him. So to say you impressed him was a bit of an understatement.” His tongue dipped into my folds again and played a game of press and release with my clit.

  “Feels good… ” I clenched my fingers around the seam of the cushion, pushed my pelvis against Max’s face.

  “Would you be willing to go if I arranged the trip?”

  “Mmm… ”

  “I’m still
waiting for you to answer my question,”

  Max said, his words so mumbled against my pussy I had to force my brain into gear to make them out.

  Question? What question? Think.

  Garrett.

  Pussy.

  England.

  Oh yeah… England. “Sure, yeah,” I said. “I mean I guess. If I can come up with the money for the—”

  “Money isn’t an object, my dear. I’m talking about the preparations you’d need to make with the staff to cover all necessities in your absence.”

  His tongue moved to my clit, and holy mother of all that was good and pure, I couldn’t fucking concentrate!

  I grabbed him by the hair. “Max, will you please stop doing that if you want me to, ya know, actually think.

  Concentration is impossible while your mouth is…

  where it is.”

  But he didn’t stop.

  I shook my head then started to close my legs, but his head blocked my move, only serving to push him deeper into the place I was trying to move him from.

  He chuckled.

  I finally resorted to tugging him up by his hair.

  “Stop. I can’t think straight. How can you?”

  My juices covered his amazing lips as they turned up in the sexiest grin I’d ever seen. “I’ve become very adept at multitasking over the years.”

  “Multitasking?” I was pretty sure my eyes went wide with disbelief. “That’s something you do at work. Or to get more done in the day. Not when performing oral sex.”

  “Says who?” Looking up at me through his dark lashes, he nibbled on my clit.

  Breath jumped into my lungs. Damn he was doing things with his tongue no tongue should be able to do.

  Apparently it was good at multitasking too. “Most people.”

  “I’m not most people.”

  I couldn’t stop the grin spreading across my face. “So I’ve noticed.”

  I relaxed my head against the back of the couch then placed my feet on the edge of the coffee table behind Max and let my knees fall wide. If I couldn’t beat him, I might as well enjoy what he was doing—because he was damn good.

  I petted his head, let him take what he wanted, and he settled into the erotic version of a pig-out. His oral exploration kept me stoked but didn’t push me over, as if his actions were for his pleasure not mine. God what a turn-on.

  “Okay, so let’s say we went to the Isle of Wight,” I said after a while. If he could multitask, I could too—

  well, at least I could try. “What will our itinerary look like?”

  “If Garrett has his way, I’m sure you’ll spend much of our holiday just like this. On your back with your legs spread, a hungry mouth on your pussy.”

  “Really? I like the sound of that.” I really did, so much so his words sent a flash of pleasure flickering through my womb. “So long as I… mmm… get to return the favor. Tenfold.” I remembered something Max had said earlier. “I can suck Garrett deep into my mouth while you watch us… ”

  Max inhaled a sharp breath.

  I smiled. Gotcha.

  I took hold of the erotic visual and ran with it, tempting him with my words the way his mouth was tempting my pussy. “I’d trace his cock head with my tongue, run it along the long vein on the underside of his shaft before drawing him in deep, all the way to the back of my throat. Or maybe I’d mouth his balls while I jerked him off, keeping my legs spread so you could see how much it turned me on… ”

  Max pushed away as if my sex had zapped him with a thousand volts of electricity. His eyes were wild and he tore at his clothes like a maniac. “Get a condom. Now! ”

  Didn’t have to tell me twice.

  I leapt from the couch then ran to his desk. In all the time I’d worked for him, I’d never seen Max look so out of control. It was scary—and a whole lot satisfying—to know I’d done that to him.

  Condom in hand, I headed back to the couch. Max sat naked on the sofa, head reclined, and when I reached him, he pulled me onto his lap. Frantic hands—both mine and his—worked to rip open the foil wrapper and smooth the latex into place.

  “Get on my cock, Bree. Now. Now! ”

  “Yes sir.”

  I braced my hands on the back of the couch as I pushed to my knees. The new position forced my boobs into his face, and as he gripped the base of his covered erection and tapped his glans against my sex, he licked the valley between my breasts.

  “No,” I whispered, burying my fingers into his hair and tugging until we sat eye to eye. “I want you to look at me, Max.”

  I slid onto his cock in a series of slow up-and-down moves. I didn’t blink—neither did he—and when I finally impaled myself completely on his length, a moan leaked from between my parted lips. I ground out a slow, languid pace, rocking my hips against his erection.

  Time seemed to drift to a halt. Our lovemaking—and it felt like lovemaking this time—made me dream of affection and long-term relationships. Things I shouldn’t be thinking about. Not here. Not now…

  Yes, Max had alluded to the possibility of having something more, but people said a lot of things during passion. Tomorrow he could deny everything. But still, the idea this might turn into more than a quick fling, not something to be indulged in and then discarded when bored, drove me crazy. Crazier anyway.

  “Bree,” he moaned. “Harder. I need you. Harder.”

  In other words, he wanted the tenderness gone.

  I braced my hands on the back of the couch, dug my toes into the cushion and slammed my pelvis against his, over and over and over again.

  “Yes. That’s it, love.” His hands tightened on my waist, yanking me against him with every thrust. “Right.

  There.”

  Right there indeed.

  “Maaaaax!” An orgasmic tidal wave crested in my womb, sending streams of pleasure shooting through my body.

  Max went stiff beneath me as his own pleasure consumed him. I gyrated nearly uncontrollably on his cock. My fingernails clawed the couch so hard I feared I’d tear the leather. I couldn’t breathe, a combination of his bear-hug grasp and my burning lungs, and collapsed against him. He’d have to move me off when he was ready. I didn’t have the energy—or desire—to. Luckily, he didn’t seem particularly interested in moving me either.

  I lay against him for a long while, neither of us breaking the connections we’d just made, both physical and emotional. His hands played continually over my back, from shoulders to ass, as I cuddled against his chest.

  “Can I see you tomorrow?” I breathed. Wow, did that sound dreamy? Or was it my imagination? “I know it’s Valentine’s Day, but I don’t expect—”

  “You’re assuming I plan to let you go. I have a good mind to tie you up, toss you in my closet and never let you out.”

  “I’d rather you tied me to your bed.”

  He kissed the top of my head. “Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart… ”

  Chapter Four

  I tugged against the nylon and Velcro restraints pinning me to Max’s monstrous bed. My wrists were bound, as were my ankles, leaving me with little to do but stare at the multilevel vaulted ceiling and wonder what the hell I’d gotten myself into.

  When he’d first bound me, he’d told me not to talk or I’d be “punished”. He didn’t say how, but I was dying to know what kind of punishment he had in mind.

  That had been fifteen minutes ago.

  And now? Well, the son of a bitch sat sprawled on a settee in the corner. He looked like a king on a throne—

  or perhaps an eagle looking at its prey from high atop a tree. Sitting quietly, just watching. I knew he had a voyeuristic side, but damn!

  Despite my annoyance, I couldn’t help but wonder how he saw me right now. Lights hung low from the ceiling, interspersed between the paneled mirrors running over the bed and the walls, and illuminated my naked form. He hadn’t been kidding about the mirrors either. Everywhere I looked, I could see myself lying spread-eagle.

  T
he wood furniture he’d used to decorate carried that pleasantly distressed look I loved, sporting multiple tints that all complemented each other. His bedroom alone was bigger than my entire apartment. Judging by the modern décor in this room alone—not to mention what looked to be an outdoor kitchen beyond the massive glass doors facing the bed—his house was worth more than my entire block. Maybe when he finally released me he could give me a tour, seeing as though everything had been bathed in darkness when he’d first rushed me inside.

  If the inside was anything like the outside… damn.

  The outer façade had all but taken my breath away.

  His home appeared to be made from rock and stone, creating the illusion the building had simply risen from the ground. It had actually taken a moment to discern where Max’s house ended and the rocky land around began.

  And the landscaping, not to mention that strategic lighting, only reinforced the idea. But the kicker was the massive windows that allowed me to see, in certain places, straight through to the forest beyond.

  I decided it was time to risk “punishment”. Too much needed to be talked about—starting with the little bombshell he’d dropped on me back in his office. The accidental confession still playing over and over and over in my mind.

  in my mind.

  Couldn’t play by the rules…

  Kept fucking every dick that came her way…

  Was able to control my attraction to you …

  The admission still floored me. I wanted—no, needed—to know more.

  “Not that I mind being tied to your bed, Max, but we really need to talk about what you said in your—”

  “I thought I told you not to talk.” He pushed from the settee and walked toward me. “But I have to admit.

  You lasted much longer than I’d predicted.”

  Lasted longer than he’d what? Anger flashed through me like a bolt of lightning across a dark sky. “This was a, a… a fucking test?”

  He grinned. “The fucking test will be later, my dear.

  This… ” He glided the pads of his fingers along my inner thigh. “Was about submission. I can’t take another woman as my only if I can’t trust her to submit to me completely.”