The Black Room (10 page)

‘I see you’re almost ready for action again,’ she noted, a wry smile playing along her lips. ‘Didn’t I suck it properly for you?’ she asked teasingly.

‘You did everything just right,’ he said generously. ‘But now it’s my turn to please you.’

‘Sounds OK to me,’ Jo said glibly. She reached for the zip at the side of her miniskirt and slowly unfastened it.

It came as no surprise to Nick when she stepped out of the skirt and revealed she had been knickerless throughout the evening as well. She had carelessly allowed her skirt to pool untidily on the floor but, in his state of high arousal, Nick overlooked this.

Jo stood proudly before him, dressed only in a pair of stiletto heels and hold-up stockings. Her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders in a waterfall of lustrous ebony waves. The dark tresses seemed to stress the golden hue of her gorgeous tanned body.

She could see the longing in Nick’s face and she teased a hand against her breast obviously. She used her other hand between her legs as he watched.

‘You are one hell of a saucy bitch,’ he told her, his breath laboured with desire. Without waiting to be prompted, he knelt before her. Placing a hand on each thigh, he pressed his nose against the dark hairs of her pubic triangle and nuzzled her gently. His tongue slipped almost casually against the soft swell of her sex and he licked the exposed flesh gently.

Jo sighed softly.

Nick allowed his tongue to separate her lips, then drew it back and forth along them, savouring the taste of her desire. Occasionally he would rub the tip of his tongue over the hood of her clitoris, extracting a shiver of excitement from her.

‘I want you inside me. I want to feel you inside me,’ she hissed.

‘Come with me,’ Nick said quietly, standing up and taking her hand.

Jo followed him wordlessly until he paused outside a door and then pushed it open. ‘The bathroom?’ she said, trying to remember the layout of this apartment.

‘The bathroom,’ he agreed, with a knowing smile. He flicked the light switch and led her into the room.

Like every other part of Nick’s home, the bathroom was scrupulously clean. With the newly installed Jacuzzi bath in one corner, Jo thought the room looked like a photograph from an Ideal Home catalogue. She allowed Nick to lead her to the bath and obeyed him instantly when he turned the taps on and suggested she undress completely. She kicked the stilettos into one corner of the room and sat on the edge of the bath to unroll her stockings.

Nick watched her lovingly, mesmerised by the moist pout of her vagina, which she so blatantly directed at him. The lips of her labia separated gently as he watched, and he could see a silver glimmer of wetness glistening there.

Jo cast the unrolled stockings in carefree directions, enjoying Nick’s desire for her with a typical lack of thought for the consequences. She stroked her thighs self-indulgently after removing the hosiery then, more for Nick’s benefit than her own, she teased a finger against the wetness of her hole. The ferocity of her own desire came as something of a surprise to Jo and she was pleasantly surprised by the dampness that coated her finger when she removed it.

As Nick watched, she placed the finger to her lips and inhaled the musky scent of her own arousal. It was a fragrance that she invariably marvelled over. As Nick watched, she stroked the finger against her mouth, coating her lips with the sweetly scented pussy honey. Her tongue brushed against the finger, kitten-like at first, then with a greedier, avaricious urgency.

Nick watched her silently, his arousal becoming stronger and stronger. ‘Before I spoil what I have planned for you,’ he began slowly, ‘would you do me the honour of climbing into the bath?’

Jo shrugged. ‘How might you spoil it?’ she asked, standing up and pressing her face close to his.

He could smell the fragrance of her pussy juice on her breath and her lips. The scent was so stimulating he could feel his cock twitch in eager anticipation. ‘You might make me so horny I decide to just pin you to the floor and screw you here and now,’ he whispered quietly.

‘That would spoil things, would it?’ Jo teased, moving her mouth closer to his.

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Nick pressed his mouth against Jo’s and kissed her passionately. He savoured the taste of her pussy-sweetened lips, feeling his cock twitch demandingly in the confines of his pants. Determined to resist the charms of her nakedness, he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth and embraced her tightly in his arms. The swell of his erection pressed uncomfortably into the flat of Jo’s stomach but neither of them seemed to care. The excitement of their kiss teetered on the brink of greater intimacy.

With a gasp of self-annoyance, Nick broke the embrace and stepped away. He smiled uncertainly at Jo, hoping the expression would reassure her. Unable to find the words necessary to sum up his feelings, he pointed at the bath and widened his grin. ‘Please,’ he said quietly.

Obligingly, Jo stepped in. The water was, as she expected in Nick’s home, the perfect temperature and the feeling of the warm liquid against her excited vagina was stimulating enough to enhance her arousal. ‘Don’t tell me you’ve taken to washing your women before you use them,’ she teased carelessly.

‘I believe it was that type of sarcasm that got us both to move our separate ways,’ he reminded her softly.

Suitably chastised, Jo mouthed an apology and watched as he picked up a bar of soap. He pushed it into the bubbling waters of the Jacuzzi, then began to lather Jo’s body. He started on her arms and shoulders, allowing her to be coated with the luxuriant cream of the soap before rinsing the lather away with bath water. He deliberately ignored her breasts and pussy at first, concentrating on the subtler erogenous zones of her neck, waist and thighs.

Jo was thrilled by the unexpected pleasure of Nick’s ministrations. The lathering was an incredible stimulus to her skin and she could feel her arousal intensifying as he swirled the soap carefully over her body. The water was just on the right side of warm for her liking and, as Nick rinsed the creamy lather away, Jo felt each pore of her body tingle with renewed desire for him. He carefully washed her entire body this way before bringing the soap gently against her breasts.

Jo moaned happily.

He began to rub the soap into her breasts with calculated pressure. Each orbit of the bar circumnavigated her areolas, missing the hyper-sensitive flesh by millimetres. He kneaded her orbs with the soap, until the moment to rinse finally came. Then he cupped his hands with water and carefully poured it over her.

Jo could not believe she was so close to orgasm without having being properly touched. Her eyes were closed and she had rested her head back, enjoying the stimulus of Nick bathing her. When she felt the soap finally pressing against the hardened bud of her nipple she opened her eyes and stared at him.

Nick smiled into her face. ‘Lie back and enjoy it,’ he said. ‘It’s no blow job in the pub car park, but I’m hoping you’ll enjoy this more.’

‘I’ll try,’ Jo conceded, resting her head back and closing her eyes. ‘I’ll try,’ she told him.

He rubbed the soap over her breasts, again concentrating on the delicate flesh of her nipples. His touch was firm, yet gentle, and he teased them to a state of sensitivity that was so vehement it bordered on being painful.

Jo struggled to maintain a proper control over her breathing. She was deeply aroused by the delicacy of Nick’s touch and she could not recall ever having felt so pampered. A huge climax welled within her and Nick’s subtle indulgence alone would have been enough to push her beyond the pinnacle of pleasure. When he poured a handful of warm water over her bared breasts, Jo gasped and uttered a guttural cry of satisfaction. A fiercely satisfying orgasm exploded inside her, sending shivers of pleasure through Jo’s body.

She shook her head slowly, bewildered by the easy way in which Nick had coaxed the orgasm from her. Blinking her eyes open she glanced at him and saw the satisfied smile on his lips.

‘Stay still,’ he told her softly. ‘It gets better.’

Ordinarily Jo would have raised a cynical eyebrow. However, her delight was so complete she simply nodded and lay back in the bath, allowing Nick to do to her exactly as he wished. Before she realised what was happening, she felt Nick’s bar of soap moving down between her legs. He had already washed her legs, right up to the tops of her thighs, and she wondered what he intended to do with the soap now. When she felt the bar rubbing gently against her exposed labia, she realised exactly what he intended. For the first time, she noticed the shape of the soap. Rather than being the traditional unspectacular oblong shape, this bar was round, smooth and cylindrical. As soon as she realised its shape, Jo guessed it had only one real purpose: it was a makeshift phallus.

The end of the soap pushed gently against the swollen lips of her vagina. They were beneath the water and Jo would have expected them to be less responsive than normal. Perversely, she found her lips tingling with anticipation the moment the soap pressed against her. Her body’s eagerness to accommodate it was completely unexpected. Her lips parted as though they had been expecting a treat like this and Jo groaned delightedly as the bar of soap filled her. The slippery sensation contrasted peculiarly with the soap’s hard, bonelike feel. Jo felt a wave of ecstasy rush through her as Nick began to slide the length in and out of her hole. Not only was the makeshift phallus exciting her beyond belief, the warm bubbling bath water was creating a suction that truly enhanced Jo’s delight. The wide girth of the soap seemed to fill her and its slow entry into her body caused wave after wave of delighted sensations to explode deep in her love canal. As Nick increased the speed of his penetration, Jo felt dizzy with excitement. She grasped the sides of the bath with both hands and braced herself for the impending eruption of pleasure. Bucking her hips hungrily towards the soap, she rode it furiously, trying to keep tempo with the swift pace of Nick’s movement. The slippery length penetrated her so easily she could have screamed with pleasure. This feeling, along with the unfamiliar sensation of the Jacuzzi and the warm water, caused an orgasm to sweep over her with unnerving alacrity.

Jo had never anticipated that sex could be so good without having to work hard at it. When the orgasm struck she felt herself temporarily lost in a blissful haze of euphoria. Every muscle in her body seemed to tremble in unison. Her inner muscles clamped together with a furious climactic force and pushed the bar of soap rudely from her body. Such was her delight, Jo barely noticed. Her head, breasts and clitoris felt as though they were tingling with the most wonderful version of pins and needles imaginable.

‘Are you OK?’ Nick asked, smiling warmly into her upturned face.

She returned the smile. ‘That was sensational,’ she told him, struggling with laboured breath.

His grin widened. ‘It’s not over yet,’ he said quietly. He took the soap and, once again, moved it between her legs.

Jo was allowed a moment to wonder what he intended to do with it now. As he pressed the soap against her, she realised exactly what he had in mind. The phallus-shaped bar of soap prodded lewdly against her anus. Jo gasped in surprise. Suddenly her eyes were wide open and she was staring uncertainly at Nick.

‘Relax,’ he soothed. ‘You’ll enjoy it.’

Comforted by his easy tone of voice, and eager to participate in whatever plans he had in store, Jo did as Nick instructed. She separated her legs slightly, allowing him full access to her backside as he pressed the soap firmly against her. Aided by her advanced state of arousal and the water’s soapy consistency, the cock-shaped soap plunged into her without a moment’s hesitance. Jo let out a scream of delight as the slippery phallus slid deep within her forbidden darkness.

Nick held the base firmly and used the soap like a dildo. He slid it back and forth with a languid, unhurried action that came close to driving Jo insane. She desperately wanted to feel the bar plunging roughly in and out of her. Such a raw, passionate motion would have satisfied the ravenous hunger of her carnal appetite.

Instead, Nick seemed to slow his pace deliberately, building her pleasure up slowly and steadily. With one soapy hand, he fondled her breasts, his fingers slipping over her nipples with a lubricated friction that she found devastating. His hand slid lower, beneath the bubbling waters of the bath and into the forest of curls on her pubic mound. As though he were sensing her needs psychically, Nick plunged a finger between the lips of Jo’s vagina.

It was an intensely erotic feeling. He continued to ride her arse with the bar of soap, still using his slow, carefully measured pace. But now, his fingers added something else. The dull friction was so thoroughly arousing she felt breathless with emotion.

She and Nick had been lovers previously but he had never been this good. If he had been, she doubted their relationship would have come to an end. It occurred to her that she was supposed to be trying to pleasure him, so he would give her the information she so desperately wanted. Pragmatically, she put this thought to one side and concentrated on the myriad enjoyable sensations that were spiralling through her body. Her breath deepened to a ragged, animal pant and she squeezed her pussy muscles tightly around his fingers.

Nick smiled tightly and continued to tease her with his leisurely rhythm. Deep inside her pussy, his fingers pressed against her velvety warmth. They massaged her g-spot occasionally before sliding out of her lips, then sliding back inside again. Now and again, he would press his fingers against the bulge of the phallus as it entered her.

Jo panted hungrily, desperate for him to push her over the brink of orgasm. ‘Please, Nick,’ she begged him. ‘Just a little faster, please.’

‘Anything to oblige,’ he told her honestly. He pulled the phallus back, until the tip of its head was at the rim of her anus. Jo could feel the muscles of her sphincter contracting slowly at the same moment as he thrust it back inside her. The bar of soap plunged roughly into her, then he pulled it out, repeating the process with swifter and swifter movements. Jo’s breathing matched the quickening tempo of his penetration. Before he had completed a dozen thrusts, she heard herself scream elatedly as a quake of Richter proportions ploughed through her body.