Sexy Lies and Rock & Roll (14 page)

I admit to myself that my life is patently dull and I’m perhaps tired of that.

My eyes bore into Evan’s as I make my decision. “Okay. I’ll stay.”

Evan

M
y legs almost
buckle when Emma tells me the words I’m dying to hear.

She’ll stay.

While I don’t want her to change her mind, I do want to make sure she knows what she’s getting into with me. Leaning down so my face hovers right over hers, I tell her, “I’m going to do filthy things to you, Emma. You’re not going to know whether to beg me to stop or to keep going.”

Her pupils dilate and she licks her lips before swallowing hard. Her voice quavers with what I think might be a bit of fear, but her words are strong. “I can handle it.”

And that’s the real question.

Can she handle me?

“Let’s test that out,” I say gruffly, and her entire body trembles. I’m not sure if that makes me a sick fuck or not, but it totally turns me on knowing she’s so far out of her comfort zone.

Emma’s turns her head, pulling against my grip on her, and looks over at the bedroom door as she chews on her lip. When she lets it pop free, she suggests in a timid voice, “Um… should we go into the bedroom?”

“Now that’s just plain boring,” I tell her, and her head snaps back to me. Her eyes are still dilated, needy… but I see something else in there. Perhaps shame, maybe insecurity, because I’ve certainly given her enough reason to doubt her own sensuality. This is just icing on the cake, telling her that her invitation to take me into my bedroom so we can fuck is boring.

This causes a slight flash of guilt within me, so I amend, “If you’re going to take a risk, Emma… if you’re going to take on the wild side… you need to go big. There will be plenty of time for the bedroom later, okay?”

She gives a tentative nod, and I can see my words have done nothing to assuage her feelings or to lessen her doubts. So I show her instead.

Without letting go of my grip on her neck, I take my free hand and circle it around one of her wrists. Gently tugging on it, I bring her hand right to my crotch and press her palm up against my erection, which had started its progression the minute she said she’d stay.

Emma gasps as her face tilts so she can look down, and then her fingers tighten around my length.

“See what you do to me?” I whisper. “See how hard you got me just by telling me you’d stay?”

Her eyes fly back up to mine, her touch tentative on me. Still so much insecurity there.

I need to change that.

Releasing my hold on her neck, I also take her hand away from my dick and lace my fingers with hers. I lead her around the back of the couch to a dining table sitting adjacent to a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows that looks out over the ocean. The table seats eight and has a glass top with an ornate wrought iron base.

Pulling a chair on the end out, I position Emma with her back to the table and I sit down facing her. She looks down at me with so much uncertainty that I don’t have it in me to just take what I want. I need her to believe in the passion I know is inside of her.

I place my hands on her hips as I look up at her and say, “Last night… it was too dark in that bed. I didn’t get to see all of you.”

A puff of breath escapes from Emma’s lips as she stares at me.

“Now I want to see you in the bright light of day,” I tell her with a nod of my head toward the windows. “I want to see what you look like when you come.”

“Here?” Emma manages to squeak out and even makes to pull away from my hold on her hips. “Right in front of the windows?”

“Right in front of the windows,” I say with a wicked grin. “Want you bathed in sunlight so I can see every fucking detail of you.”

“I can’t, Evan,” she says as her hands come to my shoulders in an effort to push me back a little. “It’s too much.”

“It’s just right,” I correct her, and then I cajole. “Come on, Emma. What do you have to lose… except perhaps the most exciting thrill of your life?”

“People in the other buildings might see,” she stammers.

“They might,” I agree. “But that’s what makes it exciting.”

“But someone might—”

“Emma,” I say softly but with enough force to get her mouth to snap shut. “I doubt anyone can see into these windows. I’m sure they’re reflective, but even if they did, no one would know who you are. No one would run into you on the street and say, ‘Hey… that’s the girl who got supremely fucked on a dining table in front of the windows the other day’.”

Emma’s face turns and she looks out the windows, her face pinched with indecision. I take that moment to undo the button at her right hip and quickly pull the zipper down. Her head swings back my way. She watches as I pull the material of her skirt down her legs and it falls in a pool on the floor around her feet clad in those sexy as fuck sandals.

I raise my hands and work the buttons of her white blouse, opening them slowly and watching as the material falls apart. Beneath is a nude bra done in silk and lace, so see-through I can see her nipples with clarity. It’s one I bought for her, and I’m pleased she’s wearing it.

With my fingers pinching the delicate material of her blouse, I pull it apart so I can see more of her body. Her breasts are fucking fantastic in the bright light of day, her stomach flat and her skin luminescent. My gaze drags down and I see the matching nude silk and lace panties, also so translucent there’s nothing left to the imagination. My mouth actually waters at what I’m looking at and my dick gets even harder.

My hands go back to Emma’s hips. I easily lift her up about a foot and place her ass right on the edge of the glass table. She gasps and her hands drop to the ledge for balance. I push back into the dining chair and slouch down into a relaxed posture as I stare at her.

She looks like a deer in the headlights, and I half expect her to jet off the table and flee out of my room. I can’t give her too much time to get inside her head, so I command her, “Spread your legs for me.”

Her eyes flare with pure fear for a moment and she grips the edge of the table so hard, her knuckles turn white.

“Emma,” I tell her softly, holding my eyes on hers. “Open up those pretty legs. Let me see what you’ve got.”

“Oh, God,” she mutters and to my surprise and definitely to my delight, those legs spread into a “V”.

And Christ… she’s fucking stunning. My eyes drag slowly down her. White blouse gaped open so I can see just a peek of her tits and stomach, covering the tops of her thighs, but as her legs spread, I get an unimpeded view of her silk-covered pussy.

Staring at her hard right at the money spot, I tell her, “Going to have my mouth there really soon.”

Emma whimpers in response, and I don’t dare look up at her as I know the intensity of my look will probably freak her the fuck out. Instead, I tell her, “Now lie back on the table. All the way back.”

She hesitates only a moment before she does as I ask, and my cock starts to ache against the confines of my jeans. Emma stares at the ceiling, her hands coming to rest on her stomach, legs still spread wide for me. There are a million different things I could do to her right now, but only one thing I really want in this moment.

“Touch yourself, Emma,” I say from my seated position on the chair.

“What?” she whispers, her head coming off the table to look down her body at me.

“Slip those little fingers down the front of your panties and touch yourself,” I tell her calmly, although I’m feeling anything but calm.

“I… I… I can’t,” she exclaims, her eyes now wild with doubt.

I surge up out of my chair, take one step to the edge of the table, and press my thighs against the edge of the glass, right where her pussy is just a few inches away. I put one palm on the table and lean over her… looming as I take one of her hands. I pull it down her stomach. She gasps when I bring it right over her crotch. I press down… press her own fingers over that silk covering her pussy, and I make her grind against herself.

Emma cries out, her face completely flushed from the sensation of the pressure to her clit.

I release her hand and instruct her again, “Slip your fingers into your panties. Touch yourself. Show me.”

I’m not sure if it’s because she’s now turned on and in the moment, or if she just wants to get this over and done with, but Emma complies. I about swallow my tongue as her fingers disappear under the silk, which is so transparent I can see when the pad of her index finger finds her clit as she starts to rub at it.

“You see, Emma,” I say roughly as I watch her a moment, and then raise my eyes up to hers. She’s staring at me with glazed eyes. “You are so goddamn sexy and you have no clue. No fucking idea that you are every man’s wet dream.”

“I’m not,” she says with a shake of her head.

I smile at her as I pull her hand out from between her legs. Lodging my fingers into the waistband of her panties, I pull them down her legs as I tell her, “Well… you’re my wet dream and that’s all that matters right now.”

She watches me with dark eyes as I pull her underwear free and toss them over my shoulder. I reach behind me, pull the chair up, and take a seat close to the table so my face hovers over her pussy.

With my hands, I push her legs further apart, my eyes latched onto my prize.

“Evan,” Emma whispers. I look up her body to find her head raised again and staring at me with wild eyes. “You haven’t even kissed me yet.”

I grin at her. A full, wicked grin. “I know, baby. Getting ready to rectify that right now.”

“No, I mean—”

“I know what you mean,” I tell her, dropping my eyes back down to her beautiful cunt just begging for my mouth. With my fingers, I peel her apart, revealing her swollen clit.

As I drop my face down, my lips mere centimeters from tasting her, she cries out, “I’ve never done this before.”

My eyes fly back up to her, and she looks at me pleadingly.

“Never?” I whisper, slightly astounded but unbelievably fucking turned on that I’m her first.

She shakes her head.

I stick my tongue out, prodding her clit gently, and her hips buck against the sweet but brief sensation. I look back up to her. “Never had a man do that?”

Her head falls back down to the table with a slight “thunk” and she mutters, “God no… but please do that again.”

I smile but she can’t see me. I smile because now Emma understands there’s a shit pot full of stuff she’s been missing out on in her narrow little world.

Dropping my chest, I work my shoulders under the backs of her thighs, which spreads her a little wider. I hear a sharp intake of her breath, and when I bring my mouth to her, it comes out in a low moan of abandon and need.

And Christ… she tastes fucking delicious. Smells divine. Looks stunning in the light. Sweet, sweet pussy that I could eat for hours and then a day.

Gently I work my tongue in slow circles, barely touching the outer edges of her clit. Emma is so damn responsive, her hips start to circle and thrust, trying to put that little bundle of nerves in more direct contact, but I evade.

I tease.

I poke and prod in tiny little strokes.

I make it a torturous game, building her up but keeping her orgasm just out of reach, until she finally bucks her hips hard and demands, “Evan… for Pete’s sake… just… do something.”

Opening my eyes, I look up her body again, find her breasts heaving in those delicate silk cups and her face flushed. Her eyes beg me to finish her off, and truth be told… I really, really want to see her fly for me.

I push a single finger into her, fascinated by the way her eyes roll into the back of her head and the groan that tears out of her throat. Her elbows go to the table and her neck arches as her hips start moving again… silently demanding my mouth once more.

So goddamn sexy and without a single ounce of reserved, prim Emma to be found.

I’m a good guy, so I give her another finger, pumping them in and out of her tight core, and then bring my mouth down onto her clit. I give her exactly what she needs, where she needs it. With only a few hard lashes of my tongue on her, and my fingers three knuckles deep into her pussy, she lets out the most beautiful cry of release I’ve ever heard. Her hips shoot off the table, her back arches, and I bury my face hard into her to help her ride it out.

Bringing my hands under her ass, I gentle her down with soft licks and kisses, feeling the tiny quivers of her muscles as she continues to catch all the tiny last sparks of her climax.

When she goes still, I lower her ass to the table and rest my chin on the top of her mound so I can look up at her. Her head comes up, and she looks at me with the most wondrous look I’ve ever seen on a woman’s face. It’s as if she’s been given an epiphany or found the Holy Grail. She looks completely satiated, utterly grateful, and best of all… there’s a gleam in her eye. A curious gleam that says to me, “What in the hell else have I been missing?”

I cannot wait to fucking show her.

Emma

M
y dream is
nice.

In my dream, Evan spent an entire day and night filling my body up over and over again. We christened almost every square inch of the hotel suite. He put his mouth between my legs so many times that I lost count. We had sex in every imaginable position, and some I’d never have the creativity to imagine. I honestly don’t know how many condoms we went through.

As I start to come awake in the early morning light, my mind tries to replay many of those moments. The feel of him inside of me. So big, thick, strong, and demanding. Slick flesh sliding, whispers and moans, skin slapping, and grunts and groans. It was all so barbaric and base and without a doubt the most amazing and wonderful thing I’ve ever experienced.

Even now, I can remember with absolute clarity how he felt inside of me.

The best was when they were long, deliciously slow strokes so that every single inch created a firestorm of lust within me. I can feel it now and I let my body relax into it, willing myself to fall deeper into slumber and enter into a stunningly vivid dream of Evan Scott and all the ways in which he pleasured me.