Big Spankable Asses (13 page)

“Well, honey,” Nick said as he flicked the dishtowel at his cousin, “you just look like you’ve had such a rough day.” He batted his eyelashes.

Griffith’s chuckle was reluctant. “All right, all right. I get it; I’ve been acting like an ass. I’ll stop.”

“Good,” Nick said cheerily, and turned as the microwave beeped. “Now get your surly ass up and fix your plate. We’ve got to leave soon because I need to stop by the clinic and pick up a file before the game starts.”

Griffith rose and walked into the kitchen, his brow rising suspiciously when Nick started whistling. “What the hell are you so happy about? You get laid this afternoon? Is she still upstairs?”

Nick continued to whistle. He shook his head at his cousin’s question.

“You win the lottery?”

“Nope.”

“Your sisters promise to stay the hell out of your business?”

“Nope.”

“Then what the fuck is it?”

Nick finally gave his cousin his full attention. “Let’s just say that I’m about to get what I’ve been wanting for months.”

“Just as I thought,” Griffith said. “What’s her name?”

“O
kay, so I’ve gotten some responses to my ad,” Melinda said into her cell phone to Lilly. She’d stayed to finish some paperwork after the clinic had closed for the day and she now sat at the receptionist’s desk.

“You have?” Lilly asked. “That’s cool. How many have you gotten?”

“At least a dozen so far. I set up an e-mail account through Yahoo! like you suggested, instead of using my real e-mail address, and they’ve been coming in pretty steadily.”

“Good,” Lilly said. “Wow, twelve responses; that’s pretty good. Have any of them even been close to guessing what BSA stands for?”

“Nope.” Mel laughed into the phone. “The only reason I’ve gotten so many responses in so little time is because there are some freak-a-deaks out there who are just excited that they may have found the one person who might share their interests.”

“Exactly. That’s the purpose of signing up on those sites. I forget, did you post a picture?”

“No, no pictures. I didn’t want to, and I just figured the ad itself would be enough.”

“And it turns out you were right. So tell me about some of the responses you got at ChicagoLuhvin. Just how far off base were they?”

“Oh, you’re gonna love this. One guy actually wrote and asked me if BSA stood for ‘Big Stankin’ Asses’! I couldn’t believe it! He said if it did, then he was the right man, because although it wasn’t something he ever talked about in polite circles, he’d always loved big, stinky behinds. He actually wrote that he loved the smell of unwashed flesh and that it was a huge turn-on for him.” She grinned when Lilly burst into laughter.

“Okay, that’s just nasty,” Lilly said when she finally stopped laughing. “What the hell kind of pervert is he?”

“Oh, I’m not done yet. It gets better. He went on to say that he thinks it goes back to his childhood when his mother used to give his sister and him baths. She would concentrate on their butts first, telling them that she just couldn’t abide the smell of a rank and dirty behind.”

“Oh, shit, Mel, that’s just plain old disgusting! I can’t talk to you, ’cause I know you’re just making stuff up now!”

“No,” Melinda said definitively with a firm shake of her head. “I’m not. I won’t even tell you what he went on to say about the size of his sister’s behind. It’s just too perverted. One thing I’m learning through this whole process is that people will tell you anything online. Absolutely anything.”

“Yes, more than you could possibly want to know. Have you checked the site today yet?”

“No, it’s late. I’m still at work and can’t check from here. I had some paperwork to finish up. I’ll be leaving in a bit, but I thought I’d take a minute and call you. Anyway, I’ll check my e-mail when I get home.”

“Well, I wish you luck with it. Maybe if nobody answers it right, you should just try to make it with that fine doctor you work with. And before you ask which one, you know which one I’m talking about. That fine Italian one—Dr. Do Me Hard, please.”

“He is fine, isn’t he?” Mel asked contemplatively as she thought about Nicholas. “You know how much I love his beard, right?”

“You only talk about it every time you mention his name. How could I not know how much?”

“Okay, so anyway, the other day he was absent-mindedly pulling at it with his long fingers like he always does when he’s trying to figure something out,” Mel said as excitedly as a schoolgirl talking about her first crush. Leaning forward in her chair, she pressed her thighs tightly together. “It was incredibly sexy and I felt this heavy, dragging heat in my stomach. You know what I mean, don’t you? It’s the way we used to feel in high school when we’d sneak and watch sexy movies at Simone’s house, except this was more intense for me. Way more intense.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Lilly answered. “It’s called lust, you big goof!” she said teasingly. “So what are you going to do about the good doctor?”

“Nothing for now. I’m not ready to do anything about him yet.”

“Well, you should probably make up your mind soon. I mean, for God’s sake, Mel, he’s fine as all get out
and
he’s a doctor. Do you know how many women would trip over themselves trying to get their claws into him?”

“Five thousand, nine hundred, and sixty-nine,” Mel said, jealousy swirling through her system as she thought about all the women at the clinic who came on to Nick. Her eyes narrowed, and the jealousy became more intense as she wondered just how many he’d actually gone out with.

“Uh…okay,” Lilly said through her startled laughter.

“Just kidding. No, of course I don’t know how many, but I know they would probably number in the hundreds. Anyway, if I ever considered letting anyone spank me, it would be Dr. Pantino.”

There was complete silence coming from the other end for a few seconds, and then in a scandalized whisper, Lilly said, “For real?”

“Well, maybe,” Mel hedged. “I did a little research on the Internet and read that just the right intensity of pain can help increase the pleasure, but I don’t know if I believe it. It seems too contradictory.” An image of Nicholas bending her naked body over his knees while he prepared to spank her with the flat of his hand suddenly filled her head, making her so hot, her breath caught in her throat. She gripped the phone tighter to her ear to keep it from slipping from her suddenly slick hand. More than a little surprised, she shook her head to dispel the image and cleared her throat. “Uh, I’m sorry, Lilly, I’ve been talking so much about myself that I haven’t asked how things are going for you.”

“I kind of don’t have time to talk to you about it now. We’ll talk later, okay?”

“Okay. I need to get out of here anyway. Talk to you later.” Melinda clicked off the phone and stared into space for a minute. The image was back. This time, his hand actually made contact with her behind, and she flinched as if she actually felt it. “Whew! Is it hot in here, or is it just me?” she muttered as she began to fan herself with her hand.

Feeling like he was caught in a snare, Nicholas stopped his forward progress into the room and watched Melinda. She obviously wasn’t aware he was there. He was completely arrested by the sight of her arm lifting gracefully to gather up the hair that rested on the nape of her slender neck. His eyes narrowed.
Mine
, he thought fiercely,
all mine
. The material of her blouse stretched to emphasize the contour of her breasts, and he felt his stomach muscles clench in tension and anticipation.

He watched some more as she grimaced. That gorgeous little freckle beckoned to his mouth. She began to fan herself and he frowned, wondering why she was so hot. The air was on. Now she was unbuttoning her blouse. One button slid through its buttonhole, exposing smooth, silky, brown skin. The second one slid through and he caught a glimpse of pink satin and lace. He held his breath, wanting to see more and at the same time knowing he was playing a dangerous game. He’d have to jump over that desk and grab her if he caught even a glimpse of the swell of her breast.

Her long, tapered fingers hovered indecisively over the third button. Saliva abruptly filled his mouth. The fingers landed, gripped the button and were still. Sweat broke out in beads on his forehead. One last caress and the fingers were gone, fluttering away to fan at her throat, taking his fantasy with them. His body slumped in a curious mix of disappointment and relief.

He began to feel lightheaded and realized he was still holding his breath. Damn, she’d literally taken his breath away. He cleared his throat and watched as her head swung quickly in his direction. She blushed and dropped her hands.

“Oh! Hi, Dr. Pantino,” Mel heard herself say in a barely audible voice. She knew she was blushing.

Nicholas stopped in front of the desk. “None of that ‘Dr. Pantino’ crap, Mel,” he said harshly. Suddenly he was sick of her holding him at arm’s length. “I’ve asked you time and time again to call me ‘Nick’ or ‘Nicholas.’” He watched her rear back in her chair and give him a look that was designed to make him feel less than dirt and show that she was insulted at the same time. He frowned back at her. “Now, don’t get your back up about it. I’ve asked you repeatedly to call me by my first name, but in order to keep distance between us, you refuse to, don’t you?” He deliberately leaned in closer and lowered his voice to a more intimate level.

Okay, I’m a goner
, Melinda thought. He’d knocked her completely off balance. That, coupled with the knowledge of what she’d been thinking about before he walked in, made her lower her eyes in curiosity and embarrassment.

“It’s all right, Melinda,” Nicholas said softly to her bent head. “Soon, none of it will matter. None of it.”

Curious now, Mel quickly looked back up at him. The way he was looking at her, like he had a huge appetite that could only be satisfied by him taking a bite out of her, sent a message straight to her core, which in turn sent it to her pussy, which promptly began to gush its greedy appreciation into her panties. Mel sat up straighter in her chair in somewhat delighted surprise. What the hell? That had
never
happened before—at least not so much at one time.
Good Lord
.

“Are you all right, sweetheart?”

Flustered by the tenderness in his voice and the endearment, she squirmed in her chair but suddenly stopped when she squished a bit. Okay, this had to stop. She took a deep breath and looked him dead in the eye. “Just what are you doing, Dr. Pantino?” she asked him suspiciously.

Nick leaned in even closer. “It’s Nicholas. Just say it,” he commanded.

His breath whispered across her lips, sending tingles down her spine, and Melinda closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, they were direct and just as intense as his. “Nicholas,” she whispered obediently.

A hairbreadth away from her mouth, Nicholas closed the space between them and nibbled at her lips. He felt her catch her breath in surprise and felt her stiffen, but she didn’t pull away. “Say it again, Melinda.”

“Nicholas.” Her heart racing with confused longing, Mel was barely able to remember her own name, let alone say his. His mustache felt so soft and good against her lips and skin that she found herself rising out of her chair to get closer to him.

“That’s it, baby,” Nicholas encouraged as he cupped her face with both hands. He let his tongue laser in on her beauty mark and he licked and sucked at it until he was pulling it and the corner of her lip into his mouth.

Melinda marveled at the kiss, his sucking causing a corresponding pulling low in her belly. She quivered in delight. She’d never experienced anything like it before, and she loved it, but she wanted more. There just had to be more. Going by instinct, she brushed the top of her tongue along the underside of his. Loving the slick, silky texture of it, she did it several times more, until she was moaning into his mouth. “Oh, God, Dr. Pantino,” she mumbled between kisses.

Nicholas broke away from the kiss. Still cupping her face, he looked down at her. “Nicholas, Melinda. From here on out, it’s just plain Nicholas, especially for you. All right?”

Mel could only nod once in agreement.

“Good,” he whispered, right before he enveloped her lips with his.

The voracious kiss made Melinda weak in the knees and she swayed toward him, gripping his shoulders in her hands.

Nick ate at her lips, his teeth clicking against hers while his tongue snaked a path through her mouth. She was delicious, tasting just like he thought she would. He slowly broke away, pressing kisses to the corners of her mouth and on her chin. He couldn’t get his mind off that small swath of skin he’d seen earlier, and he released her face to let his hands wander to her blouse. Bending his head, he pressed his lips to her neck as he undid the third button on her blouse.

Mel threw her head back, the sensations sweeping through her body almost too much for her to handle. Her hands went from his shoulders to grip his wrists; unsure if she wanted him to stop or not, she held them in her hands.

Nick looked up and met the hesitant curiosity in her eyes. “Can I have a taste?”

Shocked by the idea of it, Mel’s eyes nearly went opaque with need as she thought about what it would feel like to have him suck her nipple into his mouth. She felt the heat twist and tighten in her stomach and let out a shuddering breath. Looking into his hungry eyes, she gave a jerky nod.

Nick wasted no time and released two more buttons right before bending his head. “Perfect,” he murmured when he saw that beneath the pink silk and lace, her small nipples were already hard and poking against the material. He transferred his hands from the blouse to her rib cage and gently pulled her forward. He kissed the nipple and heard her catch her breath just before he felt the nipple strain some more against the material.

Mel let out a squeak of delight when she felt his mouth and pressed her hands to the back of his head, hoping he would suck the nipple inside. She felt him blow on the wet spot he’d made and desperately tried to hold back a cry of need, but couldn’t.

Teasing the nipple some more, Nick licked it repeatedly through the silk and tightened his hands when she flinched in response. Unable to stand the tension any longer himself, he pushed the material aside with his tongue and pulled the tight little bud into his mouth where he sucked it hard against the roof of his mouth.

Melinda went wild, soft cries escaping her mouth as she alternately pulled at his hair and pushed his head against her flesh. The pleasure was too intense, and she didn’t think she could stand much more of it. More liquid gushed into her panties and she pressed her legs together in an attempt to stem the flow. “Oh, Nicholas, don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she begged.

Feeling greedy and hungry for more, Nick held her in an almost bruising grip as he tried to bring her closer to his mouth. He lifted her onto her toes and bit down on the nipple, causing her to jerk in his hands and cry out in surprise at the sting.

Melinda thought she was going to die from the pleasure and, in an effort to get a grip on her waning sanity, began to push his head away from her body. The desire coiling and tightening low in her belly was so powerful that it was almost completely unfamiliar and it scared her. She sensed a total loss of control coming and didn’t think she could handle it. “Stop, Nicholas. Please, stop.” She pushed away some more until he released her. She looked down to button up her blouse.