Make Me Scream (6 page)

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hould I try to throw it up?” That would really make it a fun date.

“I think you’ll be okay.” He held the chair out for her. “You’re still hungry, aren’t you?”

With a grimace, she sat down. “Very funny. Yes, I’m starved! That’s why I ate the, ah, thing in the first place.”

The cherry dust taste made her stomach revolt practically before the words left her mouth.

Gagging, she held her hand over her mouth and looked frantically around the apartment.

Eyes wide, he pointed, and she ran, barely closing the bathroom door before losing the battle. The condom hit the water of the toilet with an echoing plop. What little lunch she’d had left soon followed.

Weak, she leaned against the counter and turned on the cold water. After splashing her face, she rinsed her mouth and then helped herself to a fingerful of toothpaste from the tube on the counter.

A light tap sounded on the door, followed by Devon’s concerned voice. “Are you okay? Do you think you should see a doctor?”

She took her time refolding and hanging the towel, then opened the door. “Thanks. I’m fine. Just incredibly embarrassed.”

“I’m sorry. I should have known better than to leave stuff like that lying around.”

“Um, do you have a lot of need for…um, those things?” Maybe she should have stayed home. The guy didn’t look like some sex fiend, but you just never knew about stuff like that. “I should probably go now.”

“Wait. You haven’t even had dinner yet.” He held up his hand when she began to protest. “I can’t eat it all, and Killer is allergic to shellfish. C’mon. You would be doing me a favor.”

“You have a dog who’s allergic to shellfish?”

He shrugged. “No, not really, but it sounded good, didn’t it?”

“Well, I guess I could at least eat and help you clean up.”

“Thanks.” He motioned her to sit and went back into the kitchen only to reappear a moment later with a steaming serving dish. From a basket on the table, he placed a little pastry bowl on each of their plates and then ladled the thick coral-colored sauce over it.

He stomach gurgled its anticipation. “Mmm,” she said, hoping to cover the rumble of her stomach. “That smells wonderful!”

“Thanks, I hope you like it.”

She took a cautious bite of the sauce and had to hold back a moan of ecstasy. The delicate flavor of the shrimp blended with other flavors on her tongue to make her taste buds sit up and take notice. “Are those mushrooms?”

He nodded. “Is there a problem?”

Swallowing, she shook her head. “No, it’s fine. I just wondered.” She cautiously swallowed her bite. Man, she hated mushrooms. Always had. It was like swallowing slime.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Devon poured her another glass of wine after she gulped down the first one.

“Yes.” She smiled her brightest smile. “This really is delicious. I’ve made Lobster Newburg before, but this has a different flavor to it, besides the fact that it was made with shrimp.”

“I use a little extra spice to give it more kick.”

Sweat broke out along her upper lip and forehead. She wouldn’t be surprised if her cheeks were heat flushed. She drank her wine in three swallows. “Delicious. Really unique.”

He nodded, his smile transforming his features from cute to devilishly handsome. “Cayenne. About four times the amount called for, plus seafood cocktail sauce. And about twice the amount of cooking sherry, just to kick it up another notch.”

“Well, you certainly did that.” She set her glass down.

His opinion of Jamie had ratcheted up while watching her devour her meal. It was great to find a woman who liked to eat and had a healthy appetite.

Killer chose that moment to crawl out from under the chair and yawn while he stretched. The dog spared little more than a glance at their company before coming over to sit next to Devon’s chair.

“Not tonight, sport, we have a guest.” Devon looked over at Jamie, who was watching Killer with a strained look on her face. “He’s harmless, Jamie. Really. He just likes to be included, and shrimp is one of his weaknesses. I usually give him any leftovers.” He shrugged. “I guess I spoil him, but he has had such a hard time eating.”

Her heart tugged at the expression on Devon’s face. What a guy, to be worried about hurting a dog’s feelings.

“I totally understand. It’s just that I’m allergic to most dogs….”

“From what I’ve been told, Pomeranians are hypoallergenic. Killer shouldn’t bother you.”

“You know, come to think of it, I had a reaction the first day, but I seem to be okay now.”

“I bet it was Petunia, Francyne’s dog, not Killer, that was getting to you.” Noting her empty plate, he rose, clearing the dishes. “Save room for dessert?”

“Absolutely. Do you need some help?”

“Nope. All under control,” he called from the kitchen.

He returned to set a piece of chocolate sin, if she ever saw it, in front of her. Topped with a satiny dollop of whipped cream that was sectioned by drizzles of hot fudge cascading to be soaked up by the dark chocolate cake, the scent alone probably caused weight gain.

“This looks positively decadent,” she said once he’d sat down and picked up his fork. She took a tentative bite and had to force back a moan as the moist cake melted in her mouth, the combination of rich whipped cream and warm, smooth fudge topping sliding down her throat with the smoothness of an experienced lover’s caress.

The taste was so purely seductive, an image of him painting her body with the dessert and licking it all off flashed through her mind. Her nipples hardened to needy peaks. She swallowed and pushed away from the table.

“That was delicious. Here, let me clean up, since you cooked.”

He leaped to his feet. “No, not necessary. You’re my guest, after all. I can take care of them later. Would you like a cup of coffee? I have some made.”

“That would be great, thank you.”

“Have a seat. Let me feed the beast and I’ll bring it right out.”

She wandered over to the bookshelf and took in the vast array of books. Her host certainly had eclectic taste in reading material.

She trailed her hand along the sofa table, only somewhat surprised to find it dust free.

The plaid sofa was old, but the burgundy, navy and green colors were still vivid. The cushions gave to hold her in a comfy hug. It wasn’t hard to imagine snuggling up on the couch to read or watch a movie.

“Here you go. I hope you like flavored coffee. This is from the shop down the beach. Amaretto toffee.” He handed her a mug and grinned. “I added the whipped cream.”

The smooth sweetness of the coffee warmed her mouth and throat. “Mmm,” she said, licking away her whipped-cream mustache. “This is so good! You’re going to make me fat.”

The way his gaze swept her body caused a wave of heat to follow.

“I doubt that,” he said, his voice low and intimate.

She resisted the urge to scoot over when he sat down as close to her as possible without sitting in her lap. Should she move? Ignore the tingling where their hips touched? Rip his clothes off and jump his bones?

Heat streaked up her chest and neck to settle in her cheeks. The tops of her ears felt as if they might burst into flames. She’d never considered herself a sexual being. Never really been all that interested in sex, to be honest. Yet, since moving into her apartment, she’d been able to think of almost nothing else. Maybe she was becoming a latent sex fiend.

Devon kicked at something, and she looked down. “What’s that? A doggy toy?”

Now
his
cheeks colored. “No. Besides writing novels, I write catalog copy. For sex-toy companies, remember? The manufacturer sends samples, and I sort of, um, test the stuff and then write the descriptions.”

She picked up a handful of condoms from the candy dish next to the lamp. “Right. I forgot.”

He nodded.

“What did you kick under the couch?”

In reply, he reached down and brought up a bright red dildo. “This model is called Red Hot and Ready. It not only vibrates, it glows in the dark and has a warming feature.”

“Wow. Warming? How do you turn it on?”

He reached around her and turned off the light, his arm brushing her already aching nipples. “It shows up better with the light off. See the little darker red button by the base? Push it.”

She did, and the button changed from red to green.

“As it warms,” he explained, “the color changes from green to blue.”

She ran her hand up and down the shiny length, trying to decide if she was imagining already feeling the phallus warm.

A glance at Devon told her the dildo wasn’t the only thing hot in the apartment.

D
evon watched Jamie stroke the vibrator and shifted position on the sofa cushion in an attempt to gain some distance. He really wanted to rip the stupid thing out of her hands and tell her to try the real thing.

Well, not quite. What he really wanted to do was play with her and the vibrator until she was as hot for him as he was for her and then toss the appliance aside and show her what a real flesh-and-blood penis could do.

He thought of his lackluster love life. Maybe she’d prefer the gigantic rubber penis to the real thing, come to think of it.

After all, why would someone as hot as Jamie want anything to do with a geek like him?

Then again, her nipples were practically poking holes through the top of her skimpy little dress. Maybe she found him at least marginally attractive.

Hell, at this point, he’d be ridiculously grateful for a mercy fuck.

“Devon?” Jamie’s words brought him back to the scene playing out on his couch. “Are you okay? If you’re tired, we don’t have to talk anymore. I can go on home so you can get some rest or work or…well, whatever you need to do.”

“I enjoy the company. Working all day and most of the nights, you get to where you look forward to doing other things.”

I want, I need, to do you
. But, of course, he kept that thought to himself. But what if he had said it? What would she do? How would she react?

His mind’s eye saw her eyes widen, heat suffuse her cheeks. She’d wiggle a little, obvious in her arousal. They might kiss, and she would rest her hand trustingly on his bulging fly, massaging his erection in time to the cadence of their tongues.

Sometime during the kiss, she would unbutton her sexy little yellow dress, allowing her perfect breasts to escape, begging him to play with her nipples.

Of course, he’d comply. It wouldn’t do to make a lady beg.

He smiled, imagining taking the succulent morsel into his mouth, sucking greedily while he slid his hand beneath her skirt. She would be pantyless. And wet.

She’d part her legs, inviting a closer inspection. But when he would slide to his knees before her, she’d say, “Wait. Use this.” And hand him the Red Hot and Ready model with the instant-heat feature.

He’d watch while he pleasured her moist lips with the tip of the vibrator, feeling the warmth heat his palm, before he’d slide the bulbous tip into her cherry-red opening, making her gasp with the sensation. Carefully, oh, so carefully, he’d slip it deeper and deeper until—

“Devon!” Jamie’s voice sliced through his fantasy, filleting the scene before his inner eye. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look kind of, well, odd. And you’re mumbling.” She narrowed her eyes and leaned closer, giving him a delightful view down the front of her gaping bodice. “You can tell me. You were thinking about your book, weren’t you?”

Swallowing, he nodded. “Sorry about that.” He cleared his throat. “Now, where were we?”

She hesitated. She should probably go, but the truth was she was so turned on by holding the rapidly warming vibrator, she would probably walk funny if she tried to get up. It had been so long since she’d had sex….

Of course, sex with Fred had been, for the most part, unappealing. When you allow someone access to your body because you’re afraid to say no, the arousal isn’t there. She glanced at Devon. But Devon was different. He was nice, polite. Non-threatening.

“What do you think about get-acquainted sex?” As soon as the words left her mouth, she wanted to sink through the cushions and slink back to her apartment. She closed her eyes, mortification washing through her. “Forget I said that. I don’t know what I was thinking. I—”

“I think it’s a great idea,” Devon broke in. “An excellent one, in fact.” He drew the tip of one finger along the neckline of her dress, leaving a blazing trail of need. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of it myself.”

“Maybe because you weren’t all that interested.” She started to get up, but he took her wrist in his hand, pulling her back to sit and her hand to his erection, straining the zipper of his shorts.

“Does that feel like I’m not interested?” He smiled and leaned to brush his lips across hers. “Now…I think we have on too many clothes.” He glanced at the vibrator, still clutched in her other hand. “Or…would you like to play a little first?”

Until that point, she’d thought sex was just that, sex. Now, glancing down at the shining object in her hand, a whole world of possibilities and alternatives dawned on her.

“Could we? I think I like the idea of sex play.” Heat suffused her cheeks. “Well, I think I’d like it anyway.” She peeked through her lashes. “What do we do first?”

His heart squeezed, and he had to make a real effort to speak through the lump in his throat. Never in his life had a woman looked at him like he was the master of his domain. And hers.

He liked it.

“Anything you want, darlin’, anything at all.” He reached out and slipped the buttons on the bodice of her dress open until he had an unobstructed view of her lace bra and impressive cleavage. His mouth salivated with the thought of tasting her sweet nipples.

“Um, let’s not start there, okay?” She clutched at the dress, yanking it together until she could shove the buttons back through their holes. At his confused look, she smiled and offered, “How about a demonstration of this?” She held up the Red Hot and Ready, shoving it in his direction.

“Sure.” He took it from her and turned it in his hand a few times, recalling the spec sheet. “Well, you already know it’s a vibrator.” She nodded. “And it not only glows, it’s got a self-heating feature for added stimulation.” He suppressed a smile when he noticed her breathing had gone shallow.

“There are many things you could do with it, I suppose, either alone or with someone else.” He flicked open the buttons on her dress again and flipped the activation switch on the vibrator. “For instance, you can stimulate yourself or someone else like this.” He held the tip of the vibrating phallus to the beaded tip of her breast, letting her feel the vibration through the lace.

She whimpered.

“It would feel better against your skin.” He reached for the front closure of her bra.

“No!” She jackknifed to a full sitting position and once again jerked her bodice closed. “I mean, where else could you use it?”

Devon raised his eyebrows.

“Well,” she stammered, her cheeks heating, “besides the obvious place, of course.”

“It works great with massage oil.” He reached back to the table and grabbed a little bottle with a red label. “Relax, okay? I won’t hurt you, and I’ll stop anytime you tell me to, just say the word.”

He poured a little puddle into his palm and rolled the vibrator head across it a few times; then he leaned down to slide her sandals from her feet.

The warm, oiled vibration on the arch of her feet set off wondrous sensations to travel up her legs to tingle the tips of her hardened nipples. Miraculously, it even seemed to vibrate her labia, milking it of moisture.

She tried not to squirm on the couch. Suddenly, for the first time since she learned what sex was, she wanted it. All of it. After years of ignorant abstinence, she was shocked to find she wanted to wallow in her newfound sexuality. And who better to initiate her than the kind and gentle man diligently vibrating the bottom of her arches with such a fierce look of concentration?

Slowly, he traveled up her leg, pausing to allow her to feel the vibration on the sensitive skin behind each knee. The sensation almost had her climaxing in her new panties.

Panting now, she lolled back against the arm of the sofa, a pile of boneless need.

“You like that, I take it?” He chuckled at her weak nod. “What else do you think you might like?”

In answer, she spread her legs, vaguely aware she should probably take off her panties but too weak from arousal to make the effort.

“Not yet, sweet thing, not yet.” He reached to the other side of the couch and stuck the still vibrating tip into a pot of some kind. “This is raspberry flavored. It’s actually pretty good. Here, taste it.” He probed her mouth with the vibrating tip.

The distinctive smell of ripe raspberries wafted to her, and she obediently opened her mouth.

Against her teeth, the soft silicone of the vibrator buzzed, the warmth of it melting the delicious raspberry gel onto her tongue. On sensual overload, she sucked and licked the dildo clean and then ran her tongue over her flavored lips.

“I want to suck you,” he said in a strangled voice. “I want to smear flavored gel all over your tits and lick and suck until it’s all gone.” He reached for her bra closure. “Will you let me suck you?”

“Later.” She grasped her bodice to prevent him from exposing her falsies. “Let’s play some more.”

A devilish grin curved his mouth, transforming him from cute to hunk status. “Whatever the lady wants.”

He pushed the tight short skirt of her dress up past her waist. Before she realized what he intended, he took a dollop of flavored gel and plopped it smack dab in the center of the crotch of her new yellow cotton panties. Next he smeared it around a bit.

His teeth flashed white in the dimness.

When had he turned off the dining room light? The apartment was now lit by only a dim light from the kitchen.

Her thoughts short-circuited when he closed his mouth over the cotton covering her mound and began sucking.

If she’d thought her bones were in danger of dissolving before, she hadn’t seen anything yet. With a mewl, she spread her legs more and watched the top of his dark head while he pleasured her. Even through the fabric, the sensation was euphoric. Her eyes widened in surprise as a wave of pleasure washed over her.

She’d never climaxed with a partner before and found that the stimulation exceeded her wildest dreams. What must it be like to come while having sex?

Devon drew her attention back by tracing the line of her now damp panties with the head of the buzzing phallus. Close, ever closer to the center that ached for appeasement.

He paused again to roll the head in gel, and she thought about shoving his hand back to the business at hand, but a part of her waited. Wondering what would come next. Or who.

His teeth nipped her swollen folds as he gripped her panties in his mouth and tugged them from her body.

Shocked and so turned on she was speechless, she raised her hips to accommodate his action. He held her hips down, the pads of his thumb doing miraculous things to her while he bent to finish stripping the underwear from her body.

Before she could protest the coldness, he was back, the warm dildo vibrating at the door to her desire. He drew circles around and around her opening, the slick, warm head of the vibrator teasing her, before finally—finally!—dipping the tip into her weeping flesh.

On sensory overload, she bucked her hips, sending the buzzing warmth deep inside where it was met with orgasm number two.

Weak and somewhat disoriented, she opened her eyes to see Devon tearing at his clothing. “Wait,” she managed to whisper.

He must have heard her because he stopped and looked down at her, his eyes hot and wild.

“My turn,” she said. She had to take some kind of control. Another experience like she’d just had and she would be putty in his hands. She never again intended to let a man have control over her. And, after the last two rock-her-world orgasms, she also never intended to be celibate again either.

And Devon was the perfect man to introduce her to the hotter side of her sexuality.

She sat up, her dress still bunched at her waist, pleased to see his Adam’s apple bob when he swallowed while still staring at her moist lips. Surprisingly it didn’t embarrass her. In fact, the knowledge that Devon lusted after her was very empowering.

She tugged the waistband of his cargo shorts from his hands and pulled them down to his feet. His serviceable cotton boxers followed.

Watching him watch her, she took the vibrator firmly in her hand and plunged it deeply into her body, arching at the delicious sensation that immediately followed. But no time to delay right now.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she withdrew the dildo, performing little inflammatory circles on the way out until she was circling her opening with the warm, wet tip.

Immediately she reached out, grasping his firm buttocks, and drew him close, circling the purple head of his engorged penis with the tip of the red vibrator.

He closed his eyes and shivered. His hips convulsed, pumping against the device, flopping it one way and then the other.

She stifled a giggle at the thought of dueling penises and gripped the base of his shaft, her little finger rubbing and circling his sack like she’d read about in a magazine at the grocery store.

From the vibrations in his thighs, she assumed he liked what she was doing. Did she dare take it up a notch?

Keeping the dildo at work battling Devon’s penis, she dipped her finger into the little pot, now on the coffee table in front of her, and quickly bathed Devon’s engorged tip, all the while stimulating him with the vibrator.

In one movement, she tossed the vibrator down and closed her mouth over him. She swirled her tongue around and around, like she’d done with the vibrator, careful to keep her teeth sheathed. Encouraged by his moan, she sucked him more deeply into her mouth, all the while stroking his testicles while keeping a firm grip on his shaft.

Her jaw began to ache, but the delicious tingling between her legs kept her sucking, wondering what would happen next.

She didn’t have to wait long.