Free For All (Red Light, Book Four) (4 page)

“Don’t stop.” He caresses my check. “Unless you’ll let me return the favor.”

“I’m not finished playing yet.” I nip his belly, savoring his grunt and the involuntary thrust of his hips. The motion presses his abdomen to my face. “You can take a turn in a while.”

“I hope my heart doesn’t blow a gasket before then.” He flings his arm over his eyes as though he can’t bear to watch without wresting the lead from me.

“You’d never leave me hanging like that.” I draw a heart around his belly button with the tip of my manicured index finger.

“You’re making it hard.” He groans.

“That’s sort of the point.” I cup him through his jeans, squeezing the length of his denim-clad cock while I lick a line just above his waistband.

“Sarah.” His moan doesn’t sound like a plea. He won’t tell me what to do. The freedom to explore and touch as I see fit is a luxury I’m not often able to indulge. Satisfying other people’s urges, fulfilling their wishes, is what I love to do. But here, with him, sex isn’t a job. It’s what I need.

I peel the flaps of his shirt to each side, revealing the full expanse of his chest. The sight has me grinding on his thigh in a slow circle destined to expand the wet spot forming on my lacy panties.

His nipples draw tight, tempting me beyond reason. I flick the flat of my tongue across one before consuming the other with a strong draw of my lips.

Rick’s palm slaps on the mattress. His jaw clenches and his neck cords.

I straddle his narrow waist to shove the shirt from his shoulders. He lifts to facilitate the process, allowing me to slide the fabric down his ripped arms and off his wrists before flinging it to the far recesses of our shelter. The incline of his torso grants me better access. I suck on him, shifting from side to side, leaving my fingers to pinch and play when my lips migrate to his other nipple.

It’s a pleasure most men deny themselves though I’m not sure why. All I know is that Rick has no such inhibitions. Hedonism never had a better mascot than him. Or maybe me. No, both of us together. I smile as I separate our bodies only long enough to strip my sweater off.

“Is that new?” He eyes my sheer black bra, littered with sequins and a sprinkle of pave diamonds. “I would remember if I had seen it before. You probably don’t want me to rip it off you, right?”

“You’re learning.” I shimmy for him, loving the transfixed stare he latches on to the jiggling of my breasts. Best not to tempt him too much. I really do adore this addition to my lingerie hoard. “I think you deserve a reward.”

I reach behind my back to unhook the garment, worth every exorbitant penny. Rick’s tongue practically lolls from his mouth as he watches the show. I have to raise an eyebrow to keep him in place when he starts to sit up. I let the straps fall from my shoulders then peel the band from my torso. I keep one of my forearms pressed to my breasts to pin the garment in place.

He swallows hard.

I smile then let my hand drop, taking the delicate fabric with it. I barely have to lean forward before Rick lunges up, returning the attention I paid him. He cups my ribs in his broad hands as he situates my torso in the optimal position for his assault. I clutch his hair, pinning his face tight to my chest as he demonstrates impressive flair of his own.

“Mmph.” Despite years of practice, even I can’t decipher what he intended to say with his mouth full of my breasts. He ruins my concentration.

We laugh together. I separate us a fraction of an inch. His breath buffets my nipple, making it harder, if such a thing is possible. “I said, ‘Please tell me that bra has matching panties.’”

“You wouldn’t prefer me bare?”

“Shit, are you?” His hands travel down my back to my ass, anchoring me as he grinds us together.

“Why don’t you find out?” I brace myself on one palm behind me even as he shifts, turning the tables. He looms over me, stealing one last taste of my lips before kissing a trail down the center of my belly. “Wait!”

He pauses when I squeak.

“There. Right there. Do that again.” I nudge his head until his lips hover over the spot he’d inadvertently electrified. Just above my hipbone, toward my center an inch or two.

The rumble generated by his hum of approval threatens to send me into instantaneous orgasm. I try to relax, hoping to diminish the intensity. He refuses to allow me to hide behind the tools of my trade.

“No. Let me give you pleasure. Don’t ever deny us that.” He nuzzles my stomach, making me purr with the scrape of his slight scruff. “Please, Sarah.”

I shudder, surrendering to the moment, when he tries again. Even if he tips me into bliss by accident, I can claw my way there again and again when he treats me like this—a treasure, a rare and priceless find.

As if he knows exactly how much I can stand, he shifts. His hands work the button of my jeans then slide the zipper low. He buries his face in the gap left behind, licking the edge of the black lace barely shielding my smooth, waxed mound from view.

I can’t wait to model the rest for him. Squirming, I help him peel my skinny jeans from my hips, down my thighs then lift my legs for him to slip them off my feet. I hear the dull
thwap
of fabric landing in a pool somewhere outside our sphere of blended lust and love.

He massages my feet then my calves, paying homage to every square inch of me as though he’s never before seen the flesh he so recently revealed. When he gets to my thighs, his thumbs pressing a trough through the knotted muscle there, he can’t avoid peering at the pretty wrapping over the core of my body.

The tiny lace panel in front leads to an intricate web of satin strings. They give the impression of the traditional panty shape while leaving maximum skin bared. Each intersection of the wispy strands is embellished with a sparkling stone.

He traces one of the geometric displays.

“Are those real?” He tilts his head, appraising the garment like a true panty connoisseur.

“The diamonds?” I wink. “Yep. Actually, there’s nothing fake on this body.”

“Hard to believe nature can be this perfect.” He leans in to lick one of the glittering rocks then the skin beside it. “Or this beautiful.”

“They’re custom made. I hoped to impress you.”

“You always do.”

He dusts kisses over the fabric, licking the spot directly above my clit.

“Rick!” I shift, restless, but he knows what I need.

“I want to eat you with these on.” He carefully nudges the lace to the side, revealing my pussy to his hungry stare. With one finger, he traces my slit.

I whimper and buck.

“They’re stunning when you dance.” He bares his teeth in a grin that reminds me of the big bad wolf. I always thought Red went for the wrong guy.

The fire shining from the center of the diamonds has nothing on the inferno he stokes inside me when he dips his finger into the entrance of my pussy. He inserts the digit as he closes the gap between us. A stream of cool air escapes his lips and swirls over my clit a moment before he contrasts it with the wet heat of his lips.

He drives me insane as he works his hand and mouth in perfect counterpoint. He manipulates me from both inside and out until a telltale tightening ripples low in my pelvis. If he doesn’t stop, I’ll come.

I try to warn him. The only sound that emerges from my mouth is a low, throaty cry.

“Don’t fight me.” He pauses long enough to command my release. “Come, Sarah.”

My body obeys him. My spine arches, lifting my shoulders from the mattress as I shatter. A quick burst of pleasure bleeds some of the tension from me. It only makes me regret I couldn’t hang on longer and enjoy the act very few of my customers are likely to request.

“So sweet.” Rick kisses my thighs as he carefully removes my expensive trappings.

My sigh escapes before I can stop it.

“What was that for?” He returns, kissing me softly. I can taste myself on his lips. Blended, we’re my favorite flavor. I don’t speak before he registers the longing in my eyes. “You want more of that?”

Is it greedy to admit it? Not with Rick. “Yes.”

He shoves to his feet and strips off his jeans in one sure movement. He kicks the pants aside, toes off his socks and lies next to me, his head angled toward my feet. “I could taste you all day.”

I yelp when he plants open-mouthed kisses on my sensitive flesh before diving back in as though he relishes the soft, moist flesh of my pussy on his face. It only takes a few seconds before slight discomfort caused by overstimulation morphs into fresh pleasure.

I set my sights on something else I crave. I tap his hip three times before he responds.

He lifts his head long enough to ask, “You want my cock, baby?”

My cheeks heat as I realize it’s true. Not because I have to please him, though I hope I can, but because I need to fill myself with him in every way. His taste, his scent, his heat. “Give it to me. Please.”

“Here you go.” He nudges me until we lie on our sides. My head rests on his thigh. He holds my legs wide open as he returns his focus to laving every fold of my pussy with his tongue.

I open my mouth and draw him inside. We both groan when he feeds me his cock inch by inch. As hard as he is, I feel him lengthening while I suck, employing every play in my best game-day book.

He nudges the back of my throat, encouraging me to swallow. I massage the head of his cock with the rings of my throat muscles. He doesn’t pressure me, allowing me to go at the pace that’s best for both of us. Completely relaxed, I take him as deep as possible. The burst of pre-come that adds a hint of salt to his flavor initiates an answering clench of my pussy around his embedded fingers. He angles them until they press against my G-spot and incite another orgasm.

Only years of practice keep me from biting him.

I’m still recovering when he shifts, rolling me to my back then spinning so we’re eye to eye.

“I love you, Sarah.” He licks the corner of my mouth, and then kisses me deep.

“Love. You. Too.” I can hardly breathe through the overwhelming emotions assaulting me. Needing to show him, I reach between us and guide his cock to my saturated entrance.

He pushes through the circle of my fingers, lodging the swollen head of his shaft in my pussy. No words are necessary. We stare, unblinking, into each other’s eyes as we merge as seamlessly as two humans possibly can. For a long while, we rest together, content to stay locked tight and lavish gentle touches on any part of our partner we can reach. I savor the sleek muscles of his shoulders, which bunch as they flex beneath my palms.

We exchange endless kisses, punctuated with tiny arcs of our hips that fuse us in an unbreakable bond. I run my hand down his back to his ass, holding him close to me. The bite of my nails proclaims my intent to hang on for dear life.

“Possessive much?” He smiles against my mouth. “I like that. Why don’t you ride me, Sarah?”

He waits, knowing I usually prefer him to take me. Too many men come to my window looking to pay a lady to do all the work. Those are clients I refuse a second time. I enjoy men, and occasionally women, I can help. Men who require more than a living, breathing blowup doll for whatever their personal demons drive them toward.

Rick’s offer feels like something else entirely—permission not insistence. My slight nod is enough to have him rolling, taking me with him. He brackets my hips with his hands, seating me fully on top of him. Gravity impales me on his shaft, burying him impossibly deep within my body.

I rise up then settle myself again several times, slicking the base of his cock with my ample arousal. Each circuit allows me to rub my clit against his hard abdomen. Once we’re gliding together, I lean forward, seeking to maximize our skin-to-skin contact.

I gasp when my nipples brush over his lightly furred chest.

“I missed you too.” He whispers into the sheet of my hair then rubs his nose against my temple. We move in sinuous harmony. His feet plant on the mattress so he can fuck up into me as I arch down. There are no frantic lunges or gymnastic bobbing here. Instead we rock against each other in a slow press and release destined to blow both our minds.

The blunt head of his cock bores inside me, reaching all the most effective places with minimal effort. We make out while I concentrate on caressing his shaft with my pussy, encompassing his whole body with mine and stimulating as much of his being as possible. At least half of that goal is achieved with our soul-piercing stare as we indulge in our duet of rapture.

“I can’t imagine my life without this anymore,” I murmur against his open mouth.

“Me either,” he echoes. “Let me see you come again.”

“Not alone.” Experiencing ecstasy with him is more pleasurable than anything else.

“Just once.” He grits his teeth. “That’s all I can give.”

“More than generous.” I hope he understands I’m referring to something bigger than sex. The ideas refuse to coalesce when my brain is hazed with lust.

“Show me. Squeeze me. Fuck me.”

I can’t help but do as he asks. The raw passion in his command spurs me to action. I swing my pelvis in an instinctive motion I could never explain effectively. Believe me, I’ve tried with other women in the district. The movement isn’t some trick designed to blow a man’s mind. It occurs naturally as I pursue maximum contact between his body and the engorged flesh of my pussy.