Smothered (4 page)

He shook his head.

"Dump" was too generous an adjective for the trailer. Little wonder Lila walked out on him and the flow of money and pleasure he had offered.

Leaving the car, he approached her door. As before, she would know she had visitors and that he was the one visiting her. He didn't think she would attempt to hide this time. She might pitch a lamp at his head, but she wouldn't hide.

He reached for the screen's handle just as Lila opened the door.

His head bobbed in appreciation -- not at the boldness of her opening the door before he knocked, but at the red dress she wore. Silk, he guessed, although the screen made it difficult to tell. Very short and sleeveless, the neck a deep V that set a new speed record for how fast his cock went from soft to hard.

The pleasant shock of seeing her in the dress receded and his brows knitted together. "I hope it was my money you used to buy that."

Half her mouth curved upward. "There are others willing to pay."

Growling, he pulled on the screen door, his mouth flattening in a thin line as he discovered the latch in place. He huffed, one foot shifting against the concrete steps like a bull pawing at the ground. She had no reason to expect him at this particular time or day and little reason to expect him at all. Almost two weeks had passed since she walked out on him.

So, if she wasn't dressed like this for his arrival, whom was she expecting?

He jiggled the handle. "Let me in."

Lila tilted her head, the rest of her mouth joining in on the smile. A moment's panic filled his chest at the thought that she would not allow him inside. He scanned the door frame. She had replaced not only the chewed up weather stripping but the entire screen door. She had probably installed better locks, too.

"Lila, let's not allow a bad start to ruin a good thing." He dropped his hand to his side and forced the fingers to unclench. "I'm ready to make you a very generous offer."

She looked down -- not submissively at the floor but at the tip of her pert nose, as if she were looking down it at him. He stretched his neck to one side then the other, the vertebrae cracking to relieve the tension that had built since he resolved to visit her again.

"Those others willing to pay, do you expect that they'll make you cum or care if you do?"

Her gaze lifted, blue eyes meeting and challenging gray. His cock turned to stone, every inch of his length and width wanting her, the veins bulging outward in search of her pliant mouth. He looked down at her feet, losing his impending sales pitch for a second as he appreciated the strappy red sandals that bit into her flesh.

A vision of binding her with thin red leather exploded inside his head. He braced one arm against the doorframe, his attention never leaving her rounded calves.

"You should be walking on marble floors." He nodded, the slow bob reminiscent of a child promising he wouldn't sneak downstairs and unwrap his Christmas presents before morning. "You should sleep on down and silk, have furs covering your naked body."

His eyelids fluttered, his lips staying open but continuing to move soundlessly. Closing his eyes, his tongue pushed against his top teeth, the need to suck on her plump, polished toes forcing a drop of pre-cum to escape his rigid shaft.

"Let me do that for you," he finished, his body lightly weaving. "Let me give you a temple of marble and furs and worship you."

Long seconds passed with no sound from Lila. When he opened his eyes and looked at her face, he found her expression guarded except for her mouth. She couldn't control the quiver of the bottom lip. He thought for a second that anger fueled its tremble, but the shadow across her blue irises told him otherwise.

"Who are you waiting for?" he asked.

She shook her head.

Did that mean no one or that she wouldn't tell him?

"I'll wait for him to arrive," he threatened.

The quiver stopped, her lips softening. "I wasn't expecting anyone -- most of all you."

She fingered along the inside of the screen, down near the handle. It was a tease. When her gaze lifted from the latch to his, the shadow had passed, the earnest, faded blue almost burning his skin.

"I'm not letting you in."

"Not here," he argued. "Here isn't good enough for you. Let me show you what you deserve and it's yours for a year, whether you let me in or not."

Her thick, naturally arched brows lifted with a moment's interest, but she didn't say "yes."

"Please, Lila."

A nod was all she gave him before the door shut in his face once more.

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Exhibiting a disinterest he didn't feel, Warren watched Lila from the corner of one eye as she toured the penthouse he had leased. She had it for a year, all costs covered, whether or not she allowed him inside again.

True to his offer, the floors were a beige-gold marble, the deep scarlet furnishings sexy but elegant. They would be even sexier with her on them.

Dropping his act, he turned and watched her openly. A dark emerald kimono dress hugged her voluptuous frame, ending just below her knees. Matching satin slippers protected her feet from the cold marble. Following at a short distance, he inhaled the scent perfuming the air behind her. Heavy like Lila, deep and intoxicating, the aroma lifted his hands from where they pressed against his sides, made them reach forward and accelerated his pace to close the gap between his body and hers.

His touch landing on the curve of her waist, he tugged her to a stop. He pressed his chest against her back and nosed the hair from her neck until he had exposed the smooth skin of her neck.

"Tell me you love it." Awaiting her verdict, he pressed his lips to her throat and slid his arms around her.

"The place?"

He could hear the smile in her voice. He nipped her tender, sensitive flesh, his hands sweeping upward to catch the bottom curve of her breasts. He pressed a little harder against her, his erection pushing needfully at the small separation of her ass cheeks.

Groaning, he squeezed her breasts and repeated his request. "Tell me."

"It's beautiful," Lila agreed.

He turned her in his arms, cock aching for the weight of her flesh. He captured the sides of her face. He wanted to squeeze that, too, wanted to drag her onto the floor and feel her body rolling against him as the marble refused to yield beneath his back.

"Is there anything else you require?" He pushed his tongue against his inside bottom lip to keep from chewing at either bit of flesh. He shouldn't desperately want her immediate response to be that she required him.

She shook her head, breaking the embrace and walking into the bedroom with its low-to-the-floor mattress and frame. She turned when she reached the foot of the bed and stared at him.

Fuck, this wasn't supposed to make him nervous.

Catching the movement of her hands at the bottom periphery of his vision, Warren lowered his gaze. She was untying the sash, reaching for the kimono's hidden zipper, unzipping it. More silk bound her breasts, hardening his tongue.

He blinked slowly, stunned. A month had passed since his offer and she'd kept him at arm's length while he secured suitable accommodations. The lush beauty had a firm grip on the scarcity principle. There was only one of her and his demand for her ample flesh was high -- high and hard, destroying an untold number of brain cells as his cock robbed his head of blood to supply his massive erection.

Keeping her gaze on him, Lila moved to the dresser and placed the folded kimono on top. Like her breasts, she had swathed her hips and pussy in a light layer of silk. Top and bottom were red, feeding his already enormous appetite.

She returned to the bed, one hand wrapping around the bed post and stroking the hard wood.

He shook his head to clear the mind fog. Stripping as he approached her, he stopped half a foot away, only his shirt, jacket and tie littering the floor behind him. Kicking off his shoes, he reached for the silk covering her mound. He sank to the floor, his fingers searching the edge of the fabric for the point at which she had tucked the material in on itself.

Finding it, he exhaled and began to unwrap Lila.

Fuck, sweet, sweet fuck -- she had waxed her mons, her gorgeous pussy both bare and lightly powdered.

He pressed his lips to her flesh, his tongue probing the front cleft as his trembling fingers continued to remove the bottom strip of silk. When he finished, she grabbed a handful of his hair and force him to sit on the floor, his back against the mattress.

Lila straddled him then raised one knee onto the bed. Pushing her mound against his face, she forced his head back, his neck straining lightly from the pressure. Still holding him by the hair, she began to rotate her hips, softly battering his lips and nose.

He wrapped a hand around her calf and groaned. His other hand pushed up, his fingers parting her labia and finding the wet center of her cunt. He slowly fucked upward then down, increasing the force of his thrusts in equal measure to her hard grinding attempt to smother him.

He moaned, needing to come already but denying the need. He nibbled at her clit and added a third finger inside her pussy.

"On the bed," she rasped, her body shaking as she released him and stepped away.

He obeyed, his hands reaching for his belt.

She pointed at his hands. "No."

Warren pressed his palms flat against his stomach, all but glaring at her. He knew he could flip the situation in a heartbeat. The quality had greatly contributed to his business success. But this was personal, not business, and he wanted her. Damn, how he wanted her. Wanted to please her most of all, the sensation alien and new.

"At your sides," she ordered.

He lowered his hands to the mattress, forcing them to stay open and relaxed. Lila climbed onto the mattress, her breasts still bound. He met her gaze, his eyes pleading for the removal of the fabric.

She shook her head, slow and purposeful, then proceeded higher up the mattress. She curled her fingers around the top edge of the headboard and swung one leg up and over so that her cunt was poised above his face.

More pre-cum dribbled from his cock.

Sit. Sit now. Please, my goddess, my queen.

Four inches separating his face from her cunt, Lila continued to hold herself aloft. He stared up at her shadowed-cunt, a soft smile lighting his face. She might present her own indifferent facade, but her pussy was a wet, dark cavern.

Warren groaned, started to lift his head.

"Down," she ordered.

Sinking back to the mattress, he groaned again. She was killing him. He would come just looking at her.

Lila flexed her perineum, her thick labia drawing together, her thumb-sized clit lifting up. He licked his top lip and squirmed on the mattress. She relaxed, more moisture seeping out to coat her pussy in another heavy layer of translucent syrup.

His fingers and nails clawed at the silk quilt beneath him. "When?"

"When I'm wet enough." Her voice carried sweet and melodic through the room, like a softly and slowly played violin to his deep, vibrating double bass.

"You're very wet now, Lila." He licked his lips, thirsty for her liquids. "Your pussy keeps moving, mouthing its dirty little promises to me. Every flex and roll adds another layer of cream."

He couldn't reach her with his tongue and she had prohibited him from lifting his head, so he blew upward, keeping his breath warm and moist. She rewarded him with a soft moan and a fresh clenching of her pussy. He repeated the attack, pressing his head further into the mattress and tilting its crown back so that the line of heat tickled her urethra before snuggling against her clit.

She sank down, completely covering his face with her wet folds. She began to wiggle. Goddess, yes. He loved that, loved the temperature spike in her already hot pussy, loved the burst of fresh cream her pleasure produced. He sucked, swallowed, tongued, echoed every little moan and whimper and groan she voiced.

Panting, Lila lifted, letting him take his own air. So entranced at the sight and taste, he almost forgot to breathe. She smothered him again, horny little whispers leaving her sweet lips. Her words filtered through flesh and bone and more flesh to reach his ears.

"Yes, please. There, oh, there, harder, yes..."

Abandoning the carefully controlled placement of his hands flat against the mattress, Warren grabbed her hips, tugging her down hard so that her sex mashed against his face. Mewling, grinding, she started to quiver and shake. Cum filled his mouth, coated his eyelids. Every time she tried to lift, he jerked her back down. He didn't need air, he needed this. He could live on just this.

She bucked, the movement violent and all consuming. A cry ripped from her throat and he felt a heavy gush of her release. He swallowed, slurped, his top lip and nose working the whole of her clit as his tongue lapped at the pulsing mouth of her cunt.

Another buck and she collapsed to the side.

Lila rested, knees bent, legs beneath her torso and one side of her face pressed flat against the bed. He could see by the tremor and quakes running through her that her climax hadn't released its hold on her body. She was still coming, still creaming from riding his face.