Good Girl Gone Bad (15 page)

“Open your eyes.”

The subtle lighting illuminated objects in the room in a low glow. He felt Phil’s presence behind him. He turned to look.

“Ah, ah, sir, face forward.”

Following her order, he turned back. He closed his eyes again and took a deep breath. He exhaled and opened his eyes.

“Get, ready, Lieutenant, I’m going to rock your world.” Her minty breath caressed his ear from behind, the warmth of it slid across his neck as softly as a silk veil. His blood quickened. His dick saluted her premonition.

“Rock on, Phil.”

The music swelled and a smooth cool length of fabric flitted in front of his eyes, momentarily obscuring his view. She twirled it around his head, moving to the front of him.

His eyes widened. Her dark hair was piled on top of her head and she wore a tailored business suit, the skirt much too short for protocol.

Black lace garters held up sheer black thigh-high silk stockings. Long black gloves encased her arms past her elbows, almost touching the short sleeves of her suit vest. She wore stiletto heels and a smile. She wielded a silk scarf in a sexy playful arch around her body, drawing it across her breast and down along her hips.

She smiled into his eyes and licked her lips. Setting her jaw, she threw her head back, offering a view of the smooth creamy skin of her throat. She stood so close he could see the slow, regular beat of her pulse.

She leaned forward, the vest gaping open, giving him a first-class look at her tits.

“You wanted to fuck me the first time you saw me three years ago, didn’t you?”

“Right there on the table, spectators and all.”

She swayed seductively in front of him. “I knew you did. I saw the way you filled your pants. I thought you were going to pop a snap.”

She twirled away, dragging the scarf around his throat, then pulling it quickly away. He grabbed the end of it, halting her retreat. “You just might get to see me pop a button yet.”

Phil glanced down at the burgeoning mound in his lap. She bent low and ran the scarf across it. “Why don’t you spare yourself the pain?”

Grinning, he unbuttoned the top button of his slacks. Phil smiled and bent over him, rubbing the length of her palm against the fabric shielding his cock. The contact sent shock waves through his groin. He caught his breath.

“You’re breaking the rules already, Zorn. No touching.”

“I’m not touching you, I’m touching your pants.”

He reared in his seat, giving her more than a handful.

“You need to stay in your seat, sir.”

“Why do you get to break the rules?”

“Same rules apply as in the club. You can’t touch the dancers, in any capacity.”

Ty sat on the recliner.

As much as he wanted to enjoy all of Phil’s sexy attributes, he knew to do so would make him lose the bet. And losing wasn’t an option.

He had his pride, his rigid self-control, and if he caved, he’d look weak. Besides, either way he won.

What he wanted more than winning was Phil hot and wet beneath him of her own volition. He smiled. She twirled, moving away from him, and taking her warmth and sultry musky scent. Then her eyes locked with his. Something moved deep inside him. With each swirl and step he felt her loosen. Was it because she felt comfortable with him, maybe even trusted him to respect her sexually? Or because she was just as competitive as he was? Either way, he had to give her props. She was far more relaxed and fluid here in her home then in the dance room.

If he was going to win this bet, he needed to think of something other than the way he craved those hot sexy legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into her. Or her arching her back and crying out as he sucked her nipples and ravaged her slick pussy with his fingers.

Ty groaned. He needed to turn off the erotic pictures in his mind. He settled back into the chair and relaxed a modicum. He stared straight ahead and replayed in his head the last baseball game he had watched. When that didn’t quell the hot throb of his dick, he moved on to his fantasy football picks for this year.

He tried to keep his eyes focused on the stereo on the other side of the room. It immediately lost its appeal. His gaze was pulled back to the tempting siren before him.

She held his dick hostage and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. In a slow sexy peel, she pulled one of her gloves off with her teeth. She draped it over his shoulder, and he could still feel her body heat in the fabric. He sucked in a deep breath and held it. Even from a few feet away, her sexy scent infiltrated his senses. Slowly, he exhaled.

She moved gently to the slow pulsating beat of the music, her flared hips circling and undulating as if a man rested between her thighs. She trailed her fingers up from the hem of her skirt, outlining the curve of her hips only to dip down between her thighs. She closed her eyes halfway and rocked against her fingers, moaning softly. His cock throbbed and all thoughts of baseball and fantasy football fled his mind.

“I’m all wet for you, sir.”

Not trusting his voice, Ty swallowed and nodded. Twirling around, she presented her very fine ass to him, then she bent over, running her hands down her stocking-smooth legs. Her skin radiated heat, which he felt like a blast against his face. He squirmed in his chair.

The music picked up a deep throbbing drumbeat. Phil’s hips rotated to it, the jaunt and thrust meant for only one thing. Titillation.

“Come here,” Ty commanded. She smiled slyly and worked her way toward him.

“Here I am, sir. How do you want me?” Her slender finger unbuttoned first one button of the vest, then a second, then a third. He waited, breathless, for her breasts.

When she laid the vest over his other shoulder, his breath expelled in a long rush. The black lacy bra that sought to hide her charms did an ineffective job. Her skin glowed; she’d oiled herself for him. In the low light of the candle, her honey-colored skin shimmered like a mirage, the fine hair on her arms standing straight up. She was as turned on as he was.

“Unbutton your pants all the way, sir.”

Gladly, Ty obliged. Phil swayed and twirled, running her hands along the full swell of her breasts. “Take them off.”

Ty kicked off his boots and pulled down his pants. His boxers did little to hide his raging erection.

Phil swayed and moved around to the back of the chair. “I have something hot and moist for you, sir, something so hot you’ll scream.”

Ty’s body temperature spiked. When she poured warm honey-scented wax down his chest, he just about came. He gritted his teeth, his breath hissing between his teeth, and rose halfway out of the chair.

She bent low and whispered in his ear. “I haven’t even started with you. Now take off your shorts.”

Ty hesitated, the heat of the wax infiltrating his skin, cranking up his body temperature. “You’re the one who’s supposed to strip.”

“And so I shall, but the deal was for you to follow my instructions to the letter.”

Ty slipped off his shorts and Phil gasped. He was beautiful. His cock jutted up proud and full, arrogant. The thought of him planting himself between her thighs sent a riveting shiver across her skin. Her reaction gave her courage. She could do this. Hell, she
was
doing it. She felt no anxiety, no panic, no need to run.

“Touch it,” she breathed against his ear.

Not moving one muscle from behind him, she watched, mesmerized as his large tanned hand wrapped around the burgeoning shaft. He hissed in a breath at the contact and his cock jumped against his hand. “Oh, sir, that is so tempting. I want to touch it, too.”

Still keeping sensuous time with the music, Phil moved around to the front of him. Planting her legs, she swayed seductively, shimmying down toward him. “Move your hand,” she commanded, “slowly, up and down.”

He complied.

A warm sheen of perspiration coated his skin. She moved as close to him as she could without touching, blowing her warm breath across the broad head of his cock. He felt the beginnings of an eruption. He squirmed in the chair. “Stop,” he ground out.

She placed a hand on the armrests on either side of him. “I haven’t started.”

“You’re violating the rules.”

Phil reached down beside her and picked something up from the floor. Then she leaned over his chest, her warm breath creating havoc with his heated skin. Her full breasts swung temptingly close to his lips. For a brief second, he closed his eyes and inhaled.

His breath exploded when the lightest of touches circled the head of his dick, then trailed around and down his shaft. His eyes shot open.

Phil traced a purple feather along his rigid cock and around his balls.

She smiled innocently up at him. “
I’m
not touching you, sir.”

Sitting back on her haunches, Phil eyed him. “Take off your shirt.”

Once again, her commanding tone shot what little blood was left in his brain to his cock.

Phil smiled and twirled away from him. Her ass rocked to the beat of the music. She pulled down the side zipper of her short shirt in a slow slide. Not skipping one beat, she slid the skirt down those long legs he’d fantasized about till it reached her shoes. Nonchalantly she kicked it off, the fabric landing on his face. He pressed it to his nose, inhaling the strong scent of her sex. He lowered it and their eyes locked.

She wore a black satin G-string beneath the garters. She stood in front of him, her legs straight, her hands on her hips. Her skin glowed from the oil and his dick flexed.

“Show me your tits.”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

“You first.”

Phil slipped one of the straps down and then the other. Ty held his breath. She had full lush breasts. Anticipating the sight of her nipples intrigued him more than catching any criminal. He licked his lips. She sauntered closer, her hips swaying suggestively. Her hands covered her breasts and slowly she pulled the lacy fabric down. With her hands covering her mounds, she unhooked the front snap and let the garment fall to the floor.

“Do you want to touch them, Lieutenant?”

Not trusting his voice, he nodded.

Phil leaned toward him, her soft scent intensifying. Pushing her hands together, she offered them to him, the glowing mounds just inches from his lips.

Ty groaned and his hips undulated toward her. He nearly lost it when she pinched her raspberry-colored nipples, exciting them to stiff peaks. He licked his lips and wanted more than anything to touch them.

Rubbing her palms against her nipples, Phil laughed softly. “Your turn.”

Ty didn’t waste a second. He pulled his shirt over his head. His knuckles scraped across one of her taut nipples. Phil choked back a gasp, and Ty came up out of his seat.

Phil backed up. Warm moisture flooded her aching pussy. Biting back a moan of want, she turned from Ty. She wanted him in a bad way, so bad she was willing to tone down the act so he could win the bet then. Her competitive nature flared. She didn’t need to win or lose a bet to feel the long thick length of Ty Jamerson between her legs. All she had to do was ask. Did she have the courage?

Once he settled back into the chair, she swayed toward him. She placed her heeled foot on the armrest next to him, her scent wafting out. His nose twitched.

“You’re soaked,” he whispered.

“Yeah, and in a minute you’ll be, too.”

“I’m not even close.”

She ran the feather up his shaft again, then up to round his hard nipples. “Really?”

She released the feather and it fluttered to the floor. “I think…” She undulated her pelvis in front of his face, her full breasts bobbing softly nearly against his skin. Trailing her right hand down to her panties, Phil slipped her middle finger between the fabric and her skin. She moved closer to him. “You like the smell of me.” Her hips moved in an inviting roll an inch from his nose.

Her left hand trailed up her thigh and slipped beneath the fabric from below. Coyly, she pulled it slightly to the side, reveling her moist lips. She continued to pull the fabric down, exposing more of herself to him. The thrill of such an intimate act urged her blossoming sensuality forward.

Her inhibitions flew out the door, her liberation on fire. With Ty it was easy.

“Isn’t that pretty?”

“Beautiful.” This time his voice cracked. Sweat beaded his forehead and she looked down. His hands fisted at his sides. A small clear bead of liquid dripped from the tip of his penis.

She slipped a finger into herself and moaned. Her brazen action shocked her. Even more shocking was how sensitive and swollen she was and how intimately she felt in touch with her body. The excitement of Ty watching compounded the sensations. “Oh God, sir, I wish it was you.” She meant it.

The music drummed on and her body fell into the rhythm. In a quick, natural movement, Phil rubbed her straining clit. Her excitement mounted. “Touch yourself, sir,” she breathlessly commanded.

A strangled moan erupted from Ty and Phil opened her eyes to find him obliging. The sight of him almost knocked her over. “Faster,” she breathed. As his hands pumped, her fingers delved deeper, her juices hot and thick. Her hips rode her hands, and she imagined it was the cock so close to her. She knew from Ty’s hardened features that he was imagining himself buried inside of her to the hilt.

Their breathing became a hard, labored cadence, and Phil felt a rising swell in her belly. Her fingers moved faster, her breaths shorter, shallower. From beneath hooded eyelids she watched Ty’s hand pump harder. Just as he erupted, she cried out, pleasure ripping through her pussy to her womb, exploding to every nerve ending, the intensity unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

P
hil’s knees buckled under the intensity of her orgasm. She sunk to the floor beside the recliner, breathing heavily. Her body spasmed and she licked her dry lips. She’d never experienced one before.

Ty’s hard breaths touched her cheek. She looked up at him, and he grinned. “You win.”

She smiled back. “I’d say we both did.”

Ty ran his fingers through his hair and leaned back against the chair. Phil couldn’t help looking at his penis. His cum shimmered over the still-full organ and pooled on his hard belly.