Ecstasy (12 page)

He was funny, gorgeous, brilliant, and the most sexually intoxicating man she had ever encountered. Candace was sure she would never meet anyone again who would make her feel so incredibly good, so wonderfully happy.

All of that only served to increase her guilt over her deception. Every time she wrote another scene with Jolene and Zane, she was elated by how far she’d come as a writer. But at the same time, another part of her was horrified by her dishonesty.

To a moan, every scene mimicked her encounters with Charlie.

She went inside her house, sat down in front of her computer and booted it up, holding her head in her hands, trying to figure out some sort of compromise she could live with.

What if I tell him about the story after we’ve cemented a strong relationship with each other outside of his mentoring?

If he wanted to have a real relationship with her, then by the time she told him about the story she had written, he’d just laugh and kiss her, telling her she was silly for even worrying about it in the first place.

She wasn’t going to keep it a secret from him forever. Just until she entered the contest and got some feedback on her writing. Just until she and Charlie communicated with each other about their feelings.

Feeling slightly better about what she was doing, she opened up her document and typed the words she had been writing in her head all afternoon.

“You ever been on a motorcycle?”

Jolene looked up from the piano keys at Zane who was standing by the front door of the bar. “Are you kidding? I’ve never even been in a convertible,” she replied.

“We’re gonna open a little late today,” he said, gesturing for her to come to him. “Let’s go.”

Zane held the door open for Jolene and tapped his booted foot impatiently while she serenely closed the lid on the grand piano, stood up and walked towards him.

He led her around the back to his Harley and handed her a helmet. She swallowed nervously and didn’t put the helmet on.

“I’m not so sure about this,” she said, but he was already on and had revved up the engine.

“You’ll be just fine,” he said, “just keep your arms wrapped tightly around me.”

Jolene felt like she had no choice but to do as he asked. It was always that way with Zane, she mused. Him telling and her doing.

“One day the tables are going to turn, Zane,” she said, but he couldn’t hear her over the rumbling of his engine.

She slipped onto the seat behind him and wiggled her hips tightly up against his muscled rear end and thighs. She ran her hands up and down his chiseled abs through his t-shirt and reveled in his extraordinary masculinity.

And then they were off, flying down the streets of San Francisco. The wind whipped at her hair and with her body wrapped around Zane’s, she felt perfectly in tune with the world around her. Every person who walked by them seemed to be smiling. The sky was bluer. The sun was hotter.

Of course, her pussy was completely soaked. It was such a frequent occurrence, she had stopped wearing panties altogether. As it was, whenever she was with Zane he was always ripping them off of her in his haste to thrust his huge shaft into her or to press his lips to the sensitive nub between her legs.

She had only worked for him for a month, but already she knew she wouldn’t have it any other way. Zane was a drug she never wanted to get off of, no matter how wrong anyone thought he might be for her.

She had gone home once to visit her parents, and she couldn’t believe how hard it was for her to pull her hair back into a ponytail and sit quietly at dinner. All night while she was with her parents she wondered what Zane was doing, wondered what he would have done to her at the end of the evening after he locked the door to his bar.

After catching her in a daydream more than once, her mother pulled her aside in the kitchen to ask if anything was the matter. Jolene knew she had to get back to the city right away, back to the man whose caresses had become as important to her as breathing.

Eventually, the road dead-ended into Golden Gate Park. Zane slowed down the bike and drove into a thickly forested, deserted area. Jolene shivered with anticipation, hoping Zane was going to start touching, licking, and biting her soon.

I am a slut, she thought. Wholly and completely a slut. But by now, after so many nights of falling to pieces in Zane’s arms, she was too far gone to care about something that would have bothered her deeply in her past life.

He pulled off his helmet and his shoulder-length dark brown hair whipped gently against her face in the wind. She took off her helmet and shook out her long blond hair, trying to finger-comb the knots out to no avail. Still balanced on the bike seat she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, letting the gentle breeze wash over her.

Zane stood up and got off of his bike, turning around to face her as he straddled the seat once again.

“Oh!” she exclaimed nervously when she opened up her eyes. His face was directly in front of hers, his eyes hot with need.

He bent his head down and captured her lips in a sweet kiss. Reaching under her skirt, he ran his hands slowly up her calves, past her knees, up to her thighs.

When he finally reached her hips, he stopped kissing her and gave her a searing look. “You’re not wearing panties,” he said.

She gave him a half-smile, saying, “I was wondering when you’d notice.”

He growled and kissed her again, hungrily, slipping his large callused hands beneath her ass, lifting her up off the seat and onto him. She felt the thick bulge in his pants and reached for the button of his jeans.

He chuckled softly. “We’re in public, you know,” he said.

Unable, unwilling to stop herself, Jolene worked at his fly. “Isn’t that the point, Zane?”

By then she had his pants undone and as his shaft sprang free into her hands, she was pleased to find that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath his jeans.

As she stroked the satiny skin of his huge cock, he groaned, saying, “What did you do with my little nun?”

Jolene wriggled onto Zane’s lap and gasped as his hot flesh probed her pussy lips, stretching her open to fit all of him inside. After he was sheathed to the hilt within her, she looked him in the eye.

“I love you, Zane,” she said, and then instinctively rode up and down on his cock, faster and faster as her orgasm swelled up to overwhelm her.

Zane kept the bike steady while she took him in and then slid him out until just the tip was still within her. He pulled her down on him again, so deeply she could feel his balls press against her ass cheeks. At the feel of him swelling impossibly bigger within her, she went over the edge, crying out his name as her inner muscles clenched and milked him hard.

He buried his head in her long hair and roared, “Jolene!” as he shot inside of her, crashing his hips into hers as hard and deep as he could.

They held tight to each other until their heartbeats returned to normal, and then he slid her off of him and zipped up his jeans. Without a word, he handed Jolene her helmet, put his back on, and started the engine.

Jolene blinked back tears. When they were joined together she realized she could no longer deny how much she loved Zane and was unable to hold back the words.

But now they were heading back to the bar and he hadn’t said anything. Not, “I love you too,” or any kind of comment at all in response to her open and honest statement of her feelings for him. With a sinking feeling low in her belly, she wondered if she had done the wrong thing.

Maybe, she thought with sudden sorrow, loving the devil is nothing more than a one-way trip to hell.

Candace finished writing her new scene and as she reread it, she had a spark of insight about the piece of the puzzle between her and Charlie that she had been missing all along.

It was one thing for her to learn to enjoy taking pleasure in Charlie’s arms—lots and lots of pleasure!—but it was another thing entirely for her to lead the way.

Her path was suddenly crystal clear and she wanted to jump for joy. Lesson five was going to be different than the previous four lessons, for one big reason.

She was going to be the teacher this time.

Decision made, she grabbed her car keys, and locked the front door behind her. If everything went according to plan, she wouldn’t be coming home tonight.

* * *

Charlie sat in his living room and stared blankly at the TV. “I’m such an idiot,” he told himself, taking a large swig from the beer he’d pulled out the six-pack by his side.

“She was going to ask me to come inside, probably to her bedroom, and I act like a sixteen-year-old boy!”

He shook his head at his stupidity. He couldn’t believe how nervous he got around Candace whenever it came time to wrap up their lessons. That he was still afraid she’d say, “Thanks so much for everything, and by the way, I never want to see you again, you pervert.”

He wanted so desperately to tell her he was in love with her, even though he had only known her less than two weeks. As it was, the fact that they had mind-blowing sex during each of the lessons was a little weird, but at least they had an upfront agreement about it: Whatever happened during their lessons, stayed in their lessons.

If only they had made some sort of agreement about their emotions. Something like:
If I fall in love with you, I can tell you how I feel and you’ll say you've fallen in love with me too.

Charlie sighed and flipped the top off another bottle. Getting drunk was the sucker’s way out, but since that’s what he was, he drank up.

A knock on his door startled him out of his not-quite-drunken-enough stupor. He plopped the beer bottle down, sloshing sticky liquid all over the coffee table, and dragged himself to the door.

“Probably some kid trying to sell candy bars,” he muttered as he turned the doorknob.

“Hey Charlie!” Candace said, as she stood on his doorstep looking more glorious than any angel ever had. “Could I come in?”

He nodded and stepped aside dazedly.

She was still wearing the short yellow skirt and pink top from their jaunt to the zoo. She looked tastier than ever, especially since the zippy night air had puckered her nipples up beneath her thin cotton tank.

She turned to him with a determined look in her eyes. “I was thinking about lesson five, and all of the wonderful lessons we’ve already had. I think we need to shake things up a little bit for this last lesson. So, for lesson five, which I believe you told me was going to be about role playing, I’m going to be the teacher and you’re going to be the student.”

Charlie’s cock stood up at attention as he took in her words. He was speechless, stunned that she had magically appeared on his doorstep, mesmerized by her beauty, and bowled over by how she wanted to reverse their roles.

Not waiting for any response for him, she walked out of his foyer and down the hall, until she reached the door of his master bedroom. She looked over her shoulder and said, “You don’t want to be late to class, do you? ‘Cause I hear the teacher spanks her students when they’re bad,” and then disappeared into his bedroom.

By the time he snapped out of his fog and jogged down the hall to the goddess who awaited him, Candace was nowhere to be found in his bedroom. Hearing the water running in his adjoining bathroom, he peeked his head into the doorway and saw a blessed sight.

Candace was leaning over his enormous spa bathtub, setting the water temperature and jets.

And she was completely, blessedly naked.

He reached for the hem of his t-shirt to pull it off over his head, but she whipped around and said, “Keep your clothes on.”

He stopped with the shirt mid-way up his torso. “Huh?”

She walked up to him and pressed her full breasts up against his chest. “You heard me. I want you to keep your clothes on until I tell you otherwise,” she said, and then spun around and gingerly dipped a toe into the hot water. Slipping into the tub, she stretched out fully, with her nipples jutting proudly out of the water. They puckered tightly as cool air blew across them.

“Soap me up,” she said, and Charlie immediately gathered up a small washcloth and a bar of herbal soap off the holder by the sink.

“Kneel on the bath mat,” she directed him, and again he did as she bade. Then she crossed her legs in the tub and wiggled the toes on her right foot. “Start here.”

Incredibly aroused by the way she had taken charge of their lovemaking, Charlie thought his cock was going to explode in his pants. He wet the small, soft terry cloth towel, slid it over the bar of soap until it foamed, and rubbed it over the arch of her foot, making her moan with pleasure.

He worked the cloth diligently up her right leg, leaning over the rim of the sunken two-person tub to touch every inch of her smooth skin, running the cloth past her kneecap, across the top of her thigh. And then, just as he got to the apex between her legs, he stopped, lathered up the towel and started with her left foot, mirroring his actions on her left side.

“Wash me, student.”

Charlie held back a grin and obeyed her again, pressing the cloth firmly into her pussy lips, rubbing it back and forth over her clit, watching her nipples grow engorged as she got more and more aroused, watching the pulse in her neck beat wildly as she closed her eyes and arched her back.

She came undone beneath his hand.

He wanted to kiss her, but he knew she was in charge of this lesson, so he continued to rock her pelvis in the palm of his hand until her breathing returned to normal and she opened her eyes again.

“Take off your clothes and get inside the tub,” she said evenly.