Private Tasting (3 page)

Jesus. She spread her legs wider, her mewls of ecstasy covered by the bangs of the exploding fireworks and the cries of the crowd in front of them.

One final thrust, and he penetrated her completely. He held her immobile, making sure she was ready.

Beth shifted her hips, pushing him deeper, and he surrendered to her invitation. Slowly, he began to move inside her. His smooth, fluid pace massaged her in all the right places and in all the right ways. Beth pulsed and arched her body, matching his rhythm, crying out as the intense pleasure rocked her.

Lucio increased the pace. His hard chest crushed her breasts, rubbed her nipples as he gripped her hips and rode her.

The tension in Beth stretched tight, the delight so intense it was almost pain. She gripped his shoulders and begged him to take her all the way. “Faster,” she breathed. “Faster.”

He obliged. A series of short, hard thrusts, and the tension in her shattered. The orgasm broke, pounding her body. She cried his name, holding on to him as the sensations crashed over and through her. Once again, he held her through the orgasms, pumping into her as the contractions rippled through her body and sent her into higher levels of pleasure.

She grabbed for breath, tightened her pussy over him, and prepared for another ride—one that would end with his climax.

Without warning, Lucio slipped from her, pushed her dress down, pulled her into his arms, and held her tight as the security guard walked by.

She laughed at their near miss, tried to find her breath, and gasped, “You didn’t—”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “I know.”

Beth tilted her head back.

“I’ve dreamed of taking you,” he whispered. “Exploding inside of you.”

Satisfied but not satiated, her center quivered and her nipples went hard as she imagined what that would look like.

“But when that happens, I want you in my bed,” he said. “Under me.”

“Take me,” she whispered against his mouth. “Take me and show me what you’ll do to me.”

****

Twenty minutes later, they were in his bedroom. The maid had turned down the bed and in the fireplace that stood across the king-size mattress, orange-red flames crackled in the grate. Beth stood with the fire behind her. Lucio, seated on the bed, leaned back on his hands and watched her. She still had the flush of sex on her cheeks and the anticipation in her face made his cock hard. “Undress.”

She pivoted on the faux fur rug, turning so her back faced him. She lifted her hands to the knot at the base of her neck. Taking her time, she took the silk ribbons in her fingers and slowly pulled them free of the bow. Then she let the fabric fall to her waist.

His dick twitched.

Firelight flickered along her smooth skin, cast shadow and light along the delicate slope of her spine.
Madre di Dio
. Her skin was creamy, satin soft. Made to be kissed, licked, to have a man’s tongue map every inch and claim every smooth ridge and valley. Blood rushed to his shaft. He had to fight himself not to rise and take her, to instead wait and enjoy the erotic show.

Turning so he could see her profile, she reached for the zipper at her hip and slowly released its teeth. She held it for a moment, looking at Lucio through her lashes.

He leaned forward, aware of the hunger on his face. His mouth went dry, his stomach tightened.

She let the dress slide from her fingers. The silk pooled in a glossy heap at her feet.

His eyes locked on her delicious ass.

Beth turned and faced him, wearing nothing but her black stilettos.

Primal need pushed him to his feet.

Not taking her gaze from his face, Beth sank to her knees, then rocked back to a sitting position. She kept her gaze on him, and from the way her expressions shifted and changed, he knew she was sensitive to every flicker of emotion on his face. She spread her legs and leaned back on her elbows.

His focus honed in on her pussy. The muscle at the base of his jaw pulsed, and desire set the blood rushing to his organ.
Gesù
. She was juicy and pink. Her readiness for him glistened in the soft light.

Shifting her ass closer to him, she spread her legs wider.

Coherent thought burned from his mind, and the only image he could form was of her under him, screaming his name as her center rippled and contracted over his cock. He moaned and moved to her. Sinking to face her, positioning himself between her legs, he gripped her ass in his hands, lifted her, and put his mouth on her slick mound. His tongue slipped inside the folds and traced the lines of her sex.

She arched her back and whispered his name.

He closed his eyes and, forming a gentle seal over her clit, sucked on the hard button. The shock of pleasure, the rush of sensation lifted her high and hard. The hard nub quivered against his tongue as the muscles of her legs tightened against his jaw. Knowledge that it was his tongue that had her whispering his name made his dick lengthen. It pushed against his boxers. He took the discomfort, revelled in the ache as she ground herself on his mouth and tangled her fingers in his hair.

The muscles of her ass contracted as she strained for release. He slid his finger in her pussy and was rewarded by her cry of delight. Lucio pleasured her, listening to every sound she made, and when he knew she was close to the edge, he pulled away. Gripping her by the hips, he spun her onto her knees, spread her cheeks, and licked the sweet pink of her rosebud.

“Lucio!”

The surprise in her voice ratcheted his excitement, and her delight left him impatient, aching to push her further and let his pleasure mix with hers. He licked her again, laughed as she squirmed under him. “You don’t like this. I can stop—”

“No! Don’t stop.”

She wriggled again and his cock throbbed. “You like this?” He traced the curve of her ass with his tongue.

“Yes.”

“Is this what you like best?”

“I—I—”

He flicked her rosebud and let her hiss of pleasure heat his blood.

“No one’s ever done this—I’ve never—”

He was the first.
Gesù.
His balls tightened, swelled with need and lust. He wanted to fuck her, make her scream, and feel her sweet wetness surround him.

But this wasn’t about him. It was about her. She trusted him not to simply take her, but protect her. So he ignored the twisting need inside and concentrated on her. Lucio rimmed her ring with his tongue and slid his fingers into her pussy.

She repeated his name, again and again, like a prayer.

Lucio reached with his other hand, grasped her clit, and tugged. The action was enough to set her off. Beth screamed as her orgasm gripped and tossed her over the edge. He felt the power of her release in the shudders of her body, the way her rosebud pulsed against his tongue, and her pussy contracted around his finger.

When the last shudder rippled through her, he pulled her against his body. Lucio pushed her hair aside to kiss her neck and trail his fingers along the delicate ridge of her spine. “So beautiful. You are so beautiful to me.”

****

No, he was the beautiful one. And Beth was going to make sure his eyes rolled back in the same way he’d made hers. Rising, trying to get strength into her sex-weakened legs, she took him by the hand and led him to the bed. Slowly, enjoying every moment, she slipped the black bowtie from his neck. She wanted to rush, to rip the clothes off, but he was the best present she’d ever gotten and she was going to enjoy unwrapping him.

Beth pushed the blazer from his broad shoulders, heard the rough scrape of the wool brushing against his cotton shirt. Her fingers trembling, she loosened each button, her mouth going dry as her actions exposed his tan skin and the dark curls of chest hair.

He watched her, his fingers against her hips, pulsing every time she gasped or took a breath. Her heart racing, she unbuckled his belt, slid the leather through the loops, and unbuttoned his pants.

Beth paused, the anticipation and the memory almost too much to bear. The rasp of the zipper sizzled in the air. Impatient, she pushed his boxers down at the same time. Her breath caught and her pussy clenched as his cock—dark red with desire—came into view. Heavy with blood, hard with need, long, thick.

She needed him between her legs.

Now.

She pushed him on the bed. His cock bounced against his stomach.

Beth kicked off her shoes, straddled his legs, and took his dick in her hand. With her other hand, she traced the outline of his shaft, glorying in the taut, smooth skin against her flesh, the way his veins bumped in sexy, curved ridges.

Lucio closed his eyes, his dark lashes brushing his high cheekbones, and rested his head against the pillow.

She wrapped her hand around his helmet then stroked him from head to root. He sighed and adjusted his hips to give her better access. Her sex responded, growing wetter, and the muscles began to ache at the memory of his possession. Positioning herself between his legs, she licked his cock, and excitement kicked at her gut when he sighed her name. Base to tip, she traced the length of him, then pursed her lips and blew along the damp trail.

He hissed, pulsed his hips.

She dipped her head, her tongue circled one of his balls, then she took it in her mouth and gently sucked.

Lucio tangled his hands in her hair and pulsed his hips. His need and lust made his fingers taut, his thrusts rough against her mouth.

She wanted to fuck him so badly, it crackled along her skin, made her blood effervesce. Beth gripped the base of his erection, let her teeth graze the heated skin of his cock and helmet. The rough rasp of her tongue against the buffed finish of his dick made her insides twist, tighten. Creamy, salty, she licked the tang of his pre-cum.

She engulfed his entire shaft and fucked him with her tongue and mouth. He rode her, his hands fisted in her hair, his hips straining against her jaw, and the raspy curls of his leg hair brushing against her cheeks.

Lucio gripped her, pulled free, and yanked her up his body. Rolling and pinning her under his weight, he kissed her, hard.

She shifted, letting him between her legs, desperate for his possession.

He moved his sweet torture to her breasts, sucked on the nipples, bit the hard buds with the perfect mix of pressure and pleasure.

Her body lit up. Her pussy clenched, then clenched again.

Lucio’s mouth lifted in a sexy smile.

Liquid flooded her center. “Ride me,” she whispered in his ear. “Hard, soft, I don’t give a shit.” She pulled away so she could see his eyes. “Just do me.”

His pupils dilated, and his cheeks flushed with anticipation. Reaching under the pillow, he pulled out a condom and sheathed himself. With one push, he was in her. Their hips ground against each other as he shifted, going deeper so he could fuck her hard.

Beth wrapped her legs around his waist, then shifted them higher. She needed him, wanted him in her core.

The base of his cock pounded her, the thrust of his hips slapped his balls on her sex. She arched her back, tangled her tongue with his as the pace increased. He stroked her faster, shorter, rubbing her clit with his fingers.

“Please, please.” She panted the words in rhythm to his thrusts, holding to his broad shoulders until finally—mercifully—the tight ache inside her broke, shattered. She came and came again, her muscles sensitive to his thickening. Then the hot heat of his essence exploded inside the latex, and he cried her name as the orgasm rocked his body.

****

Beth woke with the sun’s rays peeking over the horizon. The night was over and so was her time with Lucio. He’d only promised a night, and she knew him well enough not to ask for more.

“Euro for your thoughts?” Lucio wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her close to the warm length of his body and his morning erection.

One more fuck. One more time. One last chance to imprint his touch on her body. All she’d do was prolong her torture. Satiate, not satisfy. But shit, what sweet, sexy, mind-blowing torture. “It’s penny,” she said. “Penny for your thoughts.”

“I told you,
cara.
” He brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. “Your thoughts have always been worth more to me.”

What was the point in prolonging her agony? “I’m thinking it’s nice to sleep here with you.” She met his gaze, faked a smile. “Go back to sleep.”

“Only if you stay.”

“Of course.” But as soon as the slow rhythm of his breath told her he’d fallen asleep, she slipped from his arms and his bed.

The entire time she dressed, Beth vaulted between being content at the memories formed last night and hating herself for going down a path she could never turn back from. She’d hoped—wished—that he’d declare…well, anything for her. But he hadn’t. Their night had been only that. A few hours of fucking. Not lovemaking.

Her fault, not his, for wanting him to be something he couldn’t, for wanting him to
give
her something he couldn’t. She tiptoed down the stairs, headed to the exit, shoes in hand.

“Did you think I wouldn’t hear you leave?”

She jumped and whirled from the front door. Lucio, dressed only in his tuxedo pants, strode past her and shut the door. He turned to face her, and her already low emotions sank at his expression. She knew that look, knew what the stubborn line of his lips meant as well as the determined light in his eyes. Shit
.
How often had she listened to him recite his speech? Now she was going to be part of his goodbye routine. Fuck.

“Beth? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I—I should go.”

He blocked her path, and his heady scent made her mouth dry. Lucio wrapped his long fingers around her wrists. “What is it? Tell me.”

She said nothing. Then, “It’s fine. I need to go, and you should go back to bed.”

“You did keep me up all night,” he said, amused.

It hurt too much to smile, and she couldn’t make a joke over a memory that would both bring her pleasure and pain every time it came to mind.

“Beth, we have been friends for so long. Tell me.” She heard the hurt in his voice.

“I thought it was best to go, now,” she said. “Before…”