The Black Widow (11 page)

If it had not been for Allen’s timely arrival, she might have pursued the matter further. However, Allen was gorgeous and Jo could feel his presence causing an undeniable distraction. As he bent over to pick up her luggage, she studied the rounded swell of his tight, pert buttocks and allowed herself an indulgent smile. It took willpower to stop her hand from reaching out and stroking his arse, but Jo managed to resist. She had already decided there would be time to play once Allen had taken the cases up to her room.

He grinned at her and whispered, ‘Follow me.’ Jo found herself unable to resist. His voice was tinged with the unmistakable lilt of a Welsh brogue and, while it was not an accent she usually found exciting, Jo could feel herself warming to the easy familiarity in his tone. For the moment she was able to dismiss Poppy, and the receptionists’ unusual behaviour, from her thoughts.

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Allen closed the door of her suite and stepped into Jo’s arms. She wanted to embrace him warmly and rub her flat stomach against the urgent bulge at the front of his shorts. Instead, she took a step back from him and graced him with a skeptical frown. ‘Say that again,’ she said doubtfully. ‘I’m not sure I heard you correctly.’

He smiled with such arrogant confidence it bordered on conceit. His gaze swept over her and Jo knew he was not just picturing her naked: in his mind’s eye he had already fucked her twice and was making himself hard for a third attempt. She knew she should have found his egotism annoying or infuriating and, under other circumstances, Jo knew she would have dismissed him or put him in his place.

But, she could feel the quickening beat of the pulse between her legs. The spreading warmth of her arousal was exhilarating and undeniable, striking her with a force so strong that Jo thanked God she did not have the willpower to resist.

‘You heard me correctly,’ Allen grinned. He had a broad frame with long blond hair spilling over his shoulders. His matching shorts and T-shirt hugged his body with the closeness of a lover, revealing every subtle nuance of his figure. His face was youthful and handsome. Allen grinned at her with obvious appreciation. Daringly, he stepped closer. ‘Don’t try and tell me that you don’t know about Elysian Fields, because I won’t believe you.’

Jo shook her head, still feeling certain that he was trying to use a line on her. She did not mind if he was trying to chat her up. He was the type of long-haired, muscular guy whom she was happy to have as a lover. However, she had detected a hint of truth in his words and the notion had piqued her interest. ‘I didn’t read the literature,’ Jo explained. ‘What was that you just said about attaining physical perfection through…’ Her voice trailed off and she shook her head, not wanting to embarrass herself if she had misunderstood.

‘Attaining physical perfection through the efforts of the most satisfying exercise.’ He raised his eyebrows knowingly, then winked at her. ‘Normally at this stage, you’d be taken for an induction and your exact needs would be assessed. But the girls behind the desk are a tad busy this morning.’ He smiled lecherously and took another step closer. ‘I thought I could tempt you with a little induction of my own.’ His hand reached out and boldly stroked the swell of her breast through the taut fabric of her blouse.

Jo shuddered, not surprised by the wealth of pleasurable sensations his fingertips inspired. She tried to study the sincerity of his pale blue eyes. When she realised he was telling the truth, the excitement flared inside her with breathtaking intensity.

‘I’m not sure,’ she began, hesitantly. Thoughts of how Sam would react if she was unfaithful suddenly troubled Jo’s little-used conscience. She wondered if her new partner was as ignorant of the Elysian Fields doctrine as she had been. Surely she had to be, her rational mind insisted. If Sam had known about the hedonistic regime at the health farm, Jo felt certain she would have said something. With mounting panic, she quickly tried to backtrack over each of her conversations with Sam from the previous day.

The entire afternoon had been peppered with so many pointless arguments Jo realised that Sam could have said anything during one of the periods when she was deliberately not listening. Angrily, she cursed her own pigheadedness and wished she had not been behaving like such a child. She could not decide whether Sam would have approved and for a brief moment that seemed like a very important consideration.

Then Allen moved closer.

Jo could feel the bulge at the front of his shorts pressing firmly against her stomach. She tried not to think of the slow, deliberate pulse that throbbed there. The stimulation was already proving too extreme, but she knew she could maintain some of her resolve if she did not try to form a mental picture of his eager length. Seeing the length of long, pink flesh in her mind’s eye would have pushed her willpower beyond breaking point.

‘What is there not to be sure about?’ Allen coaxed. His lips were hovering inches above her mouth and Jo yearned to feel his kiss. One hand brushed against her waist before moving on to caress her buttocks. His other hand stroked softly against the ample rise of her breast. Through the sheer, satin fabric of her blouse, the ball of his thumb carelessly rubbed across her aching nipple.

Jo sighed heavily, trying to think of a reason why she should fight against the sultry appeal of his words. Her concern for Sam’s opinion was rapidly dwindling, helped by the ardent thrill that Allen’s touch inspired. It was no great deal, she assured herself. Sam had actually sent her to Elysian Fields and if she could not cope with what was about to happen then that was her problem, Jo thought decisively. She was still trying to rationalise this argument, and reach her own level of comfort with it, when Allen kissed her.

Jo pushed herself against his exploring tongue, wrapping her arms tightly round his waist. She raised one leg and rubbed the tactile flesh of her inner thigh against him. Her short skirt rose slightly, allowing her to feel the smooth fabric of his shorts daringly close to the top of her leg.

She could feel his heightened response as he kissed harder. All thoughts of stopping him and fled from her mind. She had quickly come to the conclusion that fidelity was a little like history. It was only important to someone who knew all the dates and all the facts. As she pushed her tongue into Allen’s mouth and explored the hot, excited wetness, Jo felt certain that Sam would not learn all the facts about this impending escapade.

As Allen pushed himself gently forward, Jo could feel the world being snatched from beneath her feet. She knew he was pushing her towards the bed. She had been half-anticipating his action, but the fall still caused her a moment’s unease.

‘This is where you start on the path towards a better body than you’ve ever dreamt of,’ Allen whispered reassuringly. His fingertips traced an eager path down her side. He spoke the words between intimate kisses, each one more arousing than the last.

As the flames of desire fanned her body, Jo drew a shuddering sigh of mounting excitement. She could have argued with him about the bodies she had dreamt of, but Jo knew this was not really the appropriate time. She could also have demanded an explanation as to what was wrong with her body, but there were other matters that were far more urgent and pressing. Perhaps afterwards she could take issue with that comment but for the moment she had needs that insisted on satisfaction.

Lying on top of her, Allen’s erection pressed into her stomach with an urgency matched only by the pulse between her legs. As his hands caressed her body, Jo pushed herself up against the thrust of his length. Teasing her fingers against the rigid flesh of his cock, she traced the bulging outline of his arousal.

Allen made a soft groaning sound. His hand had moved down to her thighs but was now traveling upward, beneath the hem of her skirt. Jo could feel the warm pressure of his fingers trailing against the silky flesh of her inner thigh. She trembled as he stroked ever closer to the top of her leg. He obviously wanted to touch her and she found it difficult to contain her need for the caress of his fingers against her sex. A shuddering breath of anticipation trembled over her lower lip.

‘How do I start on his path to a better body?’ Jo murmured, indulging herself in the heady pleasure of Allen’s intimate kiss.

He laughed, moving his kisses lower. ‘Should we start like this?’

Jo gasped and arched her back away from the bed. He was exciting her beyond the realms of anything she had anticipated. His mouth moved over her breasts, warming the hardened tips of her nipples through the fabrics of her bra and blouse. After extracting a furious response from her, he moved his mouth lower.

Jo shivered was Allen tugged her skirt up: she knew he was staring at the triangle of pale cotton fabric covering her public mound. Glancing down at him, Jo saw his smile broaden. She felt the furious clenching of her inner muscles quicken. Her anticipation of what was about to come heightened as she felt his fingertips tease closer to the cleft between her legs.

Allen teased a finger inside the gusset of her panties and treated her to a broad smile. ‘You feel pretty wet down here.’

‘I’d be a damned sight wetter if you shoved your tongue there,’ Jo told him, her words shaking over trembling lips.

He laughed softly, teasing tip of his finger up and down against the slick wetness of her labia. Jo could feel the satin-like friction of his finger against her flesh. The intensity of her arousal was so furious she could feel herself welling up like a balloon with the ferocity of her desire. She felt sure that as soon as he actually plunged his cock inside her she would explode in a gigantic, torrential orgasm.

Allen eased the crotch of her panties to one side. He toyed with the lips of her labia using two careful fingers.

Jo moaned softly. She felt him easing a third finger against her eager hole. The first two were holding her lips apart, the third was tracing up and down the centre of her exposed cleft. Each time he rubbed softly against the protruding tip of her clitoris, Jo fought against the urge to scream with elation.

‘You want me to shove my tongue in here?’ Allen asked carefully.

Jo gasped harshly, wishing she did not feel so close to orgasm. ‘I want you to shove something in there,’ she told him honestly. ‘Your tongue will do for a start. We’ll see what else you have later on.’

Shaking his head from side to side, Allen said, ‘You wouldn’t be burning many calories if I started doing that, now would you?’

Jo frowned and shook her head, confused by his sudden interest in calories. She was about to say something, ask him what he meant, or why he was so interested, when Allen drew his finger upward. Slowly and deliberately, he rolled the tip against the pulsing bead of her clitoris.

Jo released a hoarse scream as the first tickling threat of an orgasm swept over her body. Each nerve-ending felt as though it had been stretched taut and she could feel herself shaking, as though she was caught in the shock wave of an earthquake.

Allen stroked a gentle circle against her throbbing clitoris, then applied a tiny, subtle pressure.

Jo started up at him with wide-eyed shock straining her features. The force of the orgasm rampaging through her was excruciating. She pushed herself up and on to the pressure of his teasing fingers, then collapsed heavily back on to the bed. Her heart was racing and the pulse behind her ears hammered like the rhythm of a heavy rock concert. Closing her eyes, she could feel the beat of her heart. It was pounding so hard she wondered if its rhythm might be visible on her chest. When she opened her eyes, she saw Allen stepping out of his shorts and grinning down at her.

Jo smiled back into his handsome face.

His erection lived up to the promise of his bulging shorts. He was long and thick, with a swollen end that pulsed in eager anticipation of entering her. As Jo watched, he stroked his hand against himself, teasing his shaft to a state of absolute readiness.

‘For someone who doesn’t know what we do here, you seemed bloody responsive just then,’ Allen noted dryly.

Jo grinned. ‘I’m a fast learner,’ she assured him. ‘Besides, it’s not just your regular clientele who have the right to be horny, is it?’

He shook his head, each movement forcing his smile to widen. ‘No, the staff have that right as well.’ Lying on top of her, he used a hand to hold her panties to one side while he probed the tip of his length against her eager sex. ‘And it’s just as well with customers like you coming here.’

Jo could feel the pulsing end of his shaft resting at her pussy hole. She wriggled vainly, trying to slide herself on to him, but Allen was holding her body in a firm, commanding embrace. She started curiously into his face, wondering why he was stopping her from enjoying herself fully. Admittedly, she was able to glean some pleasure as she rolled the lips of her sex against the end of his cock, but she knew that having him inside her would be a damned sight more satisfying.

‘This is going to be the last time you enjoy sex so effortlessly in this place,’ he told her seriously.

Jo frowned, not sure what he was talking about. She writhed against him again, enjoying the subtle stimulation of her labia.

‘Over the next two weeks, you’ll enjoy a lot of good, satisfying encounters,’ he reassured her. The tip of his length trembled against her labia with each word, increasing her excitement. ‘But each time you enjoy it after this, you’ll have to really work for it. Sex is one of the most efficient ways of burning calories and, if it’s approached in the right way, it can be one of the finest ways of exercising and toning the body. Over the next two weeks, you’ll learn all about that.’

Jo smiled up at him. ‘Shut up, and fuck me, Allen.’

Laughing softly, he did as she asked.

He pushed forward and plunged into her. His length slid deep into her velvety warmth while the pads of his fingers brushed softly against the febrile flesh of her cleft.

Jo shivered as her body eagerly accepted him. Her lips were stretched wide apart as he ploughed his long, thick length inside. With their bodies joined, they began to groan together. Joyous sounds of passion filled the air as their intimacy grew and their excitement intensified.