No Holds Barred (3 page)

The days were still warm so, going with the “commando” dress code for the week, she slipped a yellow knit sundress over her bare skin. The soft, clingy fabric brushing against her breasts and hips almost made her purr and anticipation puckered her nipples. Her fingers shook as she fluffed her hair and slicked on some gloss. Opening the door she closed her eyes as instructed to tell him she was ready. She felt body heat and smelled a woodsy soap that definitely wasn’t hers.

“Jake?” She trembled when he put his hands on her shoulders. He slipped behind her and tied something velvety soft and dark around her eyes, cutting off any light. His voice beside her ear was just as velvety and dark.

“People say you eat first with your eyes but you don’t. It’s the smell that triggers your taste buds, your memories.”

She remembered the sand-colored carpet, so soft beneath her feet as she shuffled along beside him until he stopped and pulled her down to sit on a pillow, her elbows coming to rest on a smooth, flat surface. She was in the living room—the pillows were turquoise and gold, the long, low coffee table, black.

He held something at mouth level and she could feel the slight chill of his fingers.

“What do you smell?”

She inhaled.
“Salt—and water.
I smell the sea.
Oyster?”

“And the lady wins a taste. Open your lovely mouth, Ella.”

Ella opened, felt the edge of the shell on her lips and anticipated the musky saltiness on the back of her tongue, then swallowed the small orb, the liqueur. “
Ummm
,” she breathed when she felt his tongue at the corner of her mouth slip through the seam and spear into her.

“You taste like oysters,” she murmured when he drew away.

They shared half a dozen oysters, each one sampled from the other’s mouth, before she felt the edge of the glass at her lips. Following the same instructions as before she sniffed, inhaled. “It smells like blackberries and some kind of wood, earthy like mushrooms, but clean. I smell alcohol,” she chuckled. “What time is it?”

“There’s no such thing as controlled decadence, Ella. This is a feast for lovers. We don’t have any rules but I’ll give you a concession. Always drink red wine with raw
seafood,
it lessens the chance of any toxicity. Feel better?”

She nodded and couldn’t keep the grin from her face. “No controlled decadence.
Got it.”

They shared the glass of red wine carefully a mouthful at a time. With each sip Jake dribbled a small drop or two somewhere besides the inside of her mouth. He seemed to especially like the corner of her lips, flicking away the drops with his nimble tongue.

Next was a buttery smooth avocado. They ate the entire thing a bite at a time.
Raphaella
didn’t think she’d ever tasted anything so wonderful. The flavor was as rich and velvety as the inside of Jake’s mouth. The image made her shudder, the sensation intensified behind her soft dark blindfold.

Bubbles tickled her nose as she inhaled. “More wine—and something fruity, not citrus fruity, soft, earthy, sweet—peaches?”

“You’re very good at this.” He kissed her then, just a soft brush of lips.

She sighed. “What can I say? As you might have guessed, I enjoy good food.”

“I couldn’t trust a woman who didn’t enjoy food,” he said, kissed the corner of her mouth, “wine,” he whispered against her lips, “sex.”

And then a firm champagne-soaked wedge of peach slid between her lips along with a deft fingertip that she couldn’t resist sucking on for just a moment before she released him. She was rewarded with his groan and couldn’t keep the smile from her face as she chewed. They shared the peach,
Raphaella
using only her lips to feed him, nibbling his, tasting the lingering scented remnants, a feast of the senses.

The green tea ice cream was the messiest, it melted on contact with their heated mouths and they dueled for the last bright taste. By the time they got to the hazelnut liqueur in a small chocolate cup they were both shaking, spilling the sticky treat, lapping it from each other’s mouth and chin.

Raphaella
, immersed in the scents and tastes, her body humming with anticipation reached for her blindfold but Jake stilled her hands. She groaned, only moments away from true frustration. It must have taken an hour to feed her everything.
An hour of foreplay.
She was ready to come apart.

“I can’t possibly eat or drink another thing before I tear your clothes off,” she panted.

“But I’m still hungry,” he said in that soft dark voice that grabbed her middle, vibrated her insides.

“You eat, I’ll tear.” She squirmed beneath his hands, unable to make up her mind whether to laugh or cry.

“I plan on doing both,” he said and just that quickly her dress was over her head, her blindfold still intact. She shivered when he slid her bare bottom onto the cool lacquer table and again when he eased her down. She actually squeaked when he spread her legs. She felt the warm rush of his breath between her thighs.

“How do you manage to smell like oranges?” He swiped the tip of his tongue along her slit and she groaned. She was already wet, soaked with desire. “My eyes are closed Ella, want to know what I taste?”

“Yes,” she
whispered,
the word a hiss of barely contained lust.

“
A picnic in Tuscany—warm and sweet, like
oranges under the hot sun.” The image burned through her brain, right before a trickle of something cold and wet hit the top of her slit, sliding downward. She felt his tongue flatten but instead of meeting the liquid in an upward slide he waited for it and sipped it from her. She writhed as his arms held her thighs tightly. His mouth closed over her pussy, nibbling, savoring. She whimpered
,
arching her hips as the ache inside her built.

He released her thighs, slipping his hands beneath them, widening her. Using his thumbs to open her, he speared inside with his lovely, dexterous tongue, working her like
a velvet
covered piston before he covered her aching clit with his lips. The first tug tightened her like a bowstring and then he was sucking her clit, working a finger inside her, driving her wild until her orgasm lifted her hips off the table. She collapsed, sated and still shaking, reaching for him.

She tasted herself on his lips, stronger than any flavor they’d sampled together and she still couldn’t stop shaking. “Still hungry?” she managed to ask.

“Ravenous,” he answered against her lips and she could feel his erection against her stomach. “I think it’s time for the mask to come off. I want you to see us together.”

She blinked when he slipped the blindfold off, closed her eyes and opened them more slowly until she could focus on his face. “I find I’m still hungry—I didn’t expect that,” she said, surprised by the fierceness of her own desire.

He looked almost relieved the moment before he smiled and said, “I’ve been hungry a very long time Ella. What do you want? Ask me for anything.”

She didn’t hesitate, just reached between them and wrapped her hand around the smooth firmness of his erection. “Why don’t you just start feeding me that lovely cock of yours and we’ll see where it leads?”

His smile bordered on evil—absent-minded-mad-scientist-B-movie evil.
“I hate eating alone, how about you?”

“I don’t mind eating alone but I’m a polite guest,” she said primly even as he was twisting around, descending toward her spread thighs.

She couldn’t resist testing the heft, the weight of his cock, brushing over the smooth plum-colored tip before she trailed her fingertips along the vein that spiraled down to his balls. She caressed them lightly as she lifted her head, took him between her lips, savoring the silky smoothness of taut skin, the pulse that beat against her tongue.

His hips jerked and he tensed until she slid her hand up over his muscular flank, massaging, encouraging. He pumped slowly and she swallowed more of him, wetting him, working her hand around his thick shaft, slicking his balls while he lapped at her, finding her rhythm. He tried to pull away when his body tightened. She wouldn’t let him. She clamped her lips around him, and anticipated his release. She knew the moment he realized what was happening. He arched into the slide and twist of her lips and hands. Let her draw him deeper until he came, pumping all that salty sweetness down her throat. His tremors and strangled cry sent her crashing into her own orgasm and the flickering blurry edge of conscious fear.
It would be so easy to lose
herself
completely.

His breath shuddered warm against her thigh, his lips soft behind her knee, burning. She closed her eyes, savoring their connection, committing it to memory. She was drifting off when she felt herself being lifted, his breath against her ear. “How do you feel about a nap?”

“I’m already sleeping,” she murmured.

Jake watched Ella drift in and out of sleep as he curled around her. The remembered weight of her hair, her limbs,
the
heaviness of her breasts came back to him as if she’d never left him in that Chicago hotel room a year ago. He had six days and change left to convince her that she could trust him with her heart, that this was the way they should be sleeping for the rest of their lives. He smiled, drowsing lazily, planning the night to come.

He came awake with Ella’s hair warm and silky across his chest, her tongue making lazy circles around his nipples, first one and then the other, flicking them, testing them with her teeth. He hissed at the pain-pleasure of both the sight and the pressure from her mouth. “Miss
Dotti
, are you trying to have your way with me?”

“I think it’s time you were on the receiving end of one of my fantasies.”

“And what would this fantasy entail?” he growled, unable to disguise his eagerness.

“Oh, I brought everything I’ll need,” she purred, her chuckle bubbling low in her throat.

That’s when he noticed the two leather belts that came up through the head of the
bedframe
and the two looped up and over the side of the bed beside his ankles. She’d tied him up the first time too, dared him to break free. He’d dared himself not to and had been rewarded with the ride of his life.

“Did I ever tell you that you were the first woman who ever tied me up?”

“You were a virgin?” she mocked. “Bad me,” she said and bent to retrieve something else from her knapsack. A handful of blood-red silk cords, knotted with frayed tassels on their ends. She slid over the bed and onto him like a big playful cat, her breasts swaying close to his mouth. He raised his hands while she looped the cords through the belts above his head and captured one berry-brown nipple in his mouth. His cock jerked to full attention as she tied him down.

“Talk dirty to me Ella,” he rasped, mostly to see if she would. The time for being careful with her was over.

She slapped playfully at his cock and he bucked almost sending them both off the bed. “This is my fantasy virgin boy but what would you give me if I did?”

He laughed at her mock fierceness. “Right this minute, anything and you know it!” She licked her lips and he followed the motion of her tongue.

“I’m starting to warm to this idea.” She slid down his body, turned around giving him a view of her wonderful round ass while she slipped the cords through the leather belts, tying them around his ankles, each movement sending a jolt to his cock.

“
Elllla
,” he ground out.

She flipped her head around and pulled at her lush bottom lip with her teeth, letting it slide between them suggestively. “I’m feeling a little…empty.” She eyed his erection. “I think I’d like to slide that big cock of yours right down my throat and when it’s all wet and hard and pulsing, I think I’m going to tie it up.”

He was instantly harder. He closed his eyes at the first teasing swipe of her tongue, groaned when she slipped the crown between her lips, tugging playfully, bathing him in warm saliva while she swiveled one hand around his shaft and stroked his balls with the other. He grabbed handfuls of the sheet and fought hard not to jerk his hips. Ella’s fantasy had become his but he didn’t know how much more he could take.

“I think it’s time to confine this fine beast,” she whispered. He opened his eyes. Instead of another silken cord she held a small studded leather harness that she twirled on her finger. “I want him to behave. I want him not to come until I’m ready.”

Just the sight of the harness made his mouth water. He quivered as she looped the straps around his cock and balls. He strained against the loosely tied silken bonds around his wrists, felt the tug in his balls. “Anything you want Ella,” he promised, laughing and desperate at the same time. “Anything at all, just promise me you’re going to climb on and ride sometime real soon before I waste this hard-on.”

She climbed over him, slicked her hand up his shaft and teased her hot little clit—hell, he was going to have to think of baseball stats or multiplication tables like some teenager with his first girl. He stopped breathing while she eased herself down and strained when he was seated completely inside her warm pussy. And then she began to rock back and forth, cupping her breasts, flicking her nipples. The breath he’d been holding hissed out of him.

He dug his heels into the mattress, lifted his hips and was rewarded with her gasp, the surprised little “ooh” of her mouth as sexy as the hand that left her nipple and fluttered down over the bare lips of her pussy, drawing them back to reveal her clit, erect and swollen. She slid two fingers over the hood, sliding it back then pressing it against his shaft.

“You’re so hard,” she moaned and he thought the harness around his balls would pop. “How fast can you move, how deep can you go?”

“Turn around and balance yourself,” he growled, sweat pouring off him as she swiveled on his cock, bent forward placing her hands on either side of his knees, totally exposed. It drove him crazy not to be able to grab her and fuck her as hard as she could take. He settled for fast and she met him thrust for thrust until she cried out, pulsing around him, still meeting his thrusts until he came with his own cry.