Indulgence (309 page)

“Nice place.”

“Thanks. It’s not much, but it’s got a king sized bed.”

“That’ll do for tonight then.”
King sized bed and Joel
for the night? Hell yeah!

No lights shone from the windows. White curtains blew in the
breeze of the one open to the left front corner. The house wasn’t decorated at
all. No woman’s touch anywhere.

“Sorry. It’s kind of a mess.”

“A bachelor lives here. I wouldn’t expect anything else.”
Dishes were piled in the small sink to her right as they walked through the door.
He had a stove, refrigerator and a few cabinets to hold dishes, she assumed.
The couch in front of the fireplace would make for great cozy nights. She shook
her head. She didn’t need to go there.

“This way.” He took her hand and led her back down the hall
to the first door on the right. “There’s a bathroom to your left if you need
it.”

“Thanks,” she said, walking through the small doorway and
shutting it behind her. The florescent lighting over the mirror showed her wild
hair from Joel running his hands through it. Her eyes were bright. The pupils
dilated. Her lips were puffy from his kiss. All in all, she looked like a slut.
“Great.” She ran her fingers through her hair to try and straighten it out a
little before she went back out there. “Okay, really Mesa. I don’t think he
cares what your hair looks like except if it’s the hair between your legs.”

Oh, crap! I didn’t shave my legs this morning. What if
they are stubbly? I didn’t shave my bikini line lately either. Shit!

“Mesa? Are you okay, babe?”

“I’m fine, Joel. I’ll be out in a second.”

“I’ve got some wine. We can sit and relax for a bit. No
hurry on this.” It sounded like he ran his knuckles on the door. “I mean, we
can talk a while or whatever.”

“Okay.” Could he tell her nerves were shot? Probably. He
definitely was trying to soothe them. She used the restroom, washed her hands,
and then opened the door. Joel stood on the other side with a little smile
lifting the corners of his mouth.

“Better?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“Come with me,” he said, taking her hand. With his hat now
gone the light reflected in a blue-black sheen on his curls. “We can watch
television, talk or whatever you want to do. We don’t even have to have sex if
you’ve changed your mind.”

“I haven’t. Have you?” she asked, taking a seat next to him
on the couch.

“No, but I don’t want you to think I’m some kind of caveman.
You’re comfort means everything to me.”

She wiped her sweaty palms along the thighs of her jeans.

“Are you nervous?”

“Yeah, a little,” she said with a shrug. “I’ve never had casual
sex before.”

He ran his fingers along her jaw. “I’ve never been in a
relationship, so I guess it makes us even.”

“Never?”

“Well, nothin’ serious anyway. I’ve dated a couple of women
for a period of time, but it never got serious on my part.”

She frowned. He smoothed his thumb between her eyes.

“What’s the frown for?”

“I was thinking about my ex.”

“A hint here, Mesa. Guys don’t want to hear you’re thinking
about your ex when they’re about to have sex with you.”

She turned to face him as she placed her hand on his chest.
“No, nothing like that. I wasn’t comparing you by any means. There’s nothing to
compare with. I mean, you’re lean, muscular and drop dead gorgeous. Those eyes
could melt chocolate and you know how much women love chocolate. He didn’t have
any of those things.”

“What were you comparing then?”

“I wasn’t comparing anything. I had a thought about how my
relationship with him seems so different than this with you. When I went out
with him, things moved very slowly. We didn’t have sex for six months after we
met. Even then, it wasn’t anything to write home about.” With a giggle, she
covered her mouth. “Not like I would write my mother about my sex life, but you
know what I mean.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I do. There’ve been a few women I
wouldn’t make love to twice.”

“Really? I thought all guys were just in it for the end
result. You know, gettin’ their rocks off.”

“Not if they are any good, they aren’t. It’s more fun for me
to make sure the woman has several orgasms when I’m with her.”

The lump in her throat almost choked her. “Several?”

He leaned in and ran his tongue along her jawline until he
reached her ear. “Yeah, several.”

Holy shit, he’s got one sexy voice.
The lower rumble
of his voice threw her heart into overdrive. The slow seep of moisture between
her thighs surprised her. She never got this wet with her ex. Not from only a
whisper in her ear. Those were things she wrote about in her novels, not
something she experienced for herself. She swallowed
hard.

“Um, Joel?”

“Yeah?” he asked, sliding his tongue around her earlobe.

“Damn, you’re good.”

He chuckled softly as he nipped the fleshy part of her ear
between his teeth. She closed her eyes, letting the feelings overwhelm her.
Hooking up with him probably wasn’t a good idea, but every time he got close to
her, she couldn’t think of anything except getting him between the sheets to
see how good he really was.

One hand slipped up her stomach to cup her breast. Two of
his fingers plucked at her nipple through her bra and her whole world tilted on
its axis. She’d always known her nipples were sensitive, but the slight pain of
his pinch sent her body into a spiral of need.

His hand disappeared, reappearing under her shirt, pushing
her bra out of the way. The warmth of his hand on her breast brought a moan to
her lips. Seconds later, her shirt found its way over her head to leave her
sitting on his lap in just her bra and jeans.

“God, you’re gorgeous. All curves.”

“You mean fat.”

“No, curves. I love curves on a woman. I’m not into skinny
like a rail. I want something to hold onto when I’m pounding my cock into your
sweet heat.”

“I want you to.”

“Shall we head into the other room where it’s more
comfortable? Not that I wouldn’t love to make you come a dozen times right here
on the couch first.”

“A dozen?” She gulped a lungful of air as shivers raked her
body.

“Oh yeah.”

He stood with her in his arms and headed down the small hall
toward the bedroom. She hadn’t got a good look at the bedroom when they came
down here before, but she did now. He didn’t have a lot of furniture. Just a
bed, a small nightstand, and a dresser. The deep blue comforter on the bed
seemed typical guy décor. A shade on the window gave him privacy, but did
nothing to soften the room. No curtains hung there. Nothing to indicate a woman
had ever called this space home. Someday, one would, though. When, she didn’t
know and didn’t want to think about right now, but yeah, someday he would bring
a wife here until they could build a bigger home for children.

“You’re thinking too much,” he whispered, from behind her as
he wrapped his arms around her.

“Yeah, probably.”

He cupped her breasts in both hands and tugged her back
against his chest. “Your skin is so soft. I could eat you up.”

“I hope you do.”

“Oh, I plan on it, baby. I’m gonna eat you until you scream
my name.”

“I don’t think it’ll take much.”

“Good.” He licked the side of her neck before he nipped at
her collarbone. “I can’t wait to feel you ripple around me.”

He skimmed one hand down her abdomen, flicking open the
button at her waist on his way to pulling her zipper down. The moment he had
her pants parted, he slipped one hand under the waistband of her underwear to
push a finger deep inside her pussy. “You’re wet, darlin’.”

“You’ve made me wet, Joel, with your sexy voice, wicked
tongue, and demanding nips.”

“You’ll be wetter before I’m done with you.”

“Promises, promises.”

“Oh yeah.”

She widened her stance to allow him better access as he ran
his wet finger over her clit. Her whole body shook. The man was wicked. Sex on
a stick.

The elastic of her bra gave way to his insistent fingers,
loosening around her breasts until it barely hung on her body. She drew the
cups down over her breasts, letting it slide completely off to the floor at her
feet. “You need to be undressed, too.”

“I will. For now, I’m enjoying your beautiful breasts. I
love your nipples. Rosy, hard, and standing straight out. I wish I had a set of
nipple clamps for them.”

“Nipple clamps?”

“Have you ever had them on?”

“No, but I’ve heard of them.”

“Yours are perfect for a set.”

“Thanks.”

He pinched her nipples, causing her to close her eyes and
moan from deep in her chest. The next thing she felt was his hands on her hips,
pushing her pants to the floor. “Step out.”

Doing what he told her felt natural, but a little scary. She
wasn’t one to take orders very well normally. She started to turn around until
he held her in place.

“Uh-uh.” He pulled her arms behind her, binding her wrist
with his hands. “I like my sex a little rough. How about you?”

“What do you mean by rough?”

“Spankings, hard sex. Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Spankings? I’ve never liked those.”

“Ever had an erotic spanking?”

“Can’t say I have.” She shivered as he ran his hands from
her breasts to her hips, and then smacked her on the right butt cheek. The
groan escaping her mouth surprised her. Maybe she did like erotic spankings
after all or spankings in general.

He chuckled as he did it again. “Sounds to me like you enjoy
a little pain with your sex.”

“Maybe. I’ve never had anyone do the things you’re doing to
me before.”

“It’ll be a brand new experience for you then.”

She rubbed her burning butt cheeks against the roughness of
his denim jeans. She wondered what it would feel like if he really got going?

“Another time.”

Damn the man! Why does it seem like he knows what I’m
thinkin’?

“Your eyes are very expressive. I can usually tell what
you’re thinking by seeing your eyes. Right now, you’re turned on by what I
did.” He pushed his fingers into her pussy. “You can’t hide your body’s
response.”

“How can you see my eyes? You’re behind me.”

“Look toward the dresser.”

She hadn’t noticed it before but a large mirror reflected
their bodies in the most erotic way she’d ever seen. She frowned as she saw the
pooch of her stomach and the roundness of her hips.

His handed landed a blow to her thigh. “Ouch.”

“That wasn’t meant to turn you on. Punishment comes in
different forms. You won’t frown at this body when you look in the mirror. It’s
mine for now and I love how it looks.”

“But…”

He smacked her thigh again. “Mine. Do you hear me?”

“Yes.”

“Now look at it as I see it. Beautiful, high breasts.” He
cupped her breasts, lifting them. “Gorgeous rosy nipples.” He pinched her
nipples between his thumb and first finger. “Mine.”

“Yours.”

His hands skimmed down her abdomen before resting on her
hips. “These hips are curvy with just the right amount of padding. I won’t have
to worry about breaking something if I fuck you hard from behind.”

She tried to see herself from his point of view. Her breasts
were pretty, still pert with dusky, pink nipples. Her hips were rounded, but
those were supposed to be good for child birthing. Long legs. She’d heard men
liked long legs. She wasn’t fat, really but maybe a little plump.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Mesa.”

He stood behind her. A head taller than her five foot eight
inches making him over six feet. His dark hair curled slightly at the end
resting near the nape of his neck. Glacier blue eyes stared back at her in the
mirror, dilated widely, and burning hot with lust. They reminded her of a blue
flame. The calluses on his hands abrading her skin felt luscious on her body.
His five o’clock shadow scraped her shoulders as he rubbed his chin along the
slope.

“Cold?” he whispered, running his tongue down her neck.

“No. Excited would be a better word.”

“Good. I want you excited.” He stepped around her and took
her hand, drawing her closer to the big bed in the corner.

With a little tug, he sat her on the edge. Now, he stood
directly in front of her, his belt buckle even with her face. Should she touch
him? Help him undress? She wasn’t sure of the next move.

“Only do as I tell you. I’ll make sure you know exactly what
to do.”

“Okay.”

“Unbuckle my belt.”

She reached for the large buckle at his waist, slipping the
belt through the loops until it had been pulled complete free of his pants. The
leather was soft and worn under her touch.
What would it feel like to have
him use it on my ass?
She bit her lips in concentration. Should she undo
his jeans?

“Some other time we’ll play with the belt. I don’t want to
overload you.” He ran the tip of his finger over her bottom lip. “Open my
pants.”

A soft sigh escaped her lips as he stuck his thumb between
her teeth, forcing her mouth open slightly.

“You’re gonna suck me. I want to feel those plump lips
wrapped around my cock.”

Once she got his pants open, she tugged the jeans and his
boxers down around his hips so his cock sprang free.

“I don’t think I can take all of you.”

“You’ll do fine, darlin’. I believe in you.”

“Can we turn off the lights?”

“No. I want to see you goin’ down on me. There’s nothin’
sexier than a woman’s mouth wrapped around my cock.”

The heat rising from her chest to splash across her cheeks
burned her skin. She wasn’t used to being so open with a bed partner. Hell, sex
with her ex consisted of lights off and strictly missionary. This was totally
different. Sexy. Spontaneous. Hot.

“Take me in your hand. Cup my balls with the other one.”