Trainwreck 2 (Trainwreck #2) (33 page)

“I want to see you with your hair down tonight.”

Not wanting to think about how long it would take me to blow dry my mane, I asked, “Where do you want to eat with me tonight?

“I’ll eat with you anywhere you breathe.”

His words sent a shiver up my spine. A restaurant was not what I was thinking about.

I felt him kiss the top of my head; he buried his nose into my scalp and inhaled.

“Mmmm. I can’t get enough of your hair. It’s like wet silk.” He squirted a dollop of shampoo onto his palm from the canister and then rubbed it gently all over my head. He began to lather the creamy soap into my hair, digging the tips of his deft fingers deep into my scalp. I arched back my head and closed my eyes, allowing myself to savor the sensual physical sensation and erotic squishy sound. God, it felt good. Like a scalp fuck. As he worked conditioner into my hair, I moaned with pleasure. What these beautiful, nimble fingers could do!

Still standing close behind me, he moved his hands to my full breasts and began to knead them, circling and squeezing. His palm passed over the raised scar above my left breast, but he again seemed oblivious to it. In response, I undulated my hips, brushing my backside against his erection. His hips moved with mine.

“They’re for real,” he murmured, groping my mounds.

I wanted to punch him. “Yes.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Obviously, he’d fondled the surgically enhanced type way too many times. Maybe even Vivien’s? I inwardly flinched then relaxed. I had to remember: he was a stud, the gorgeous millionaire kind, who’d probably fucked a gazillion beautiful women. And felt up twice as many breasts. I let it go and let myself enjoy the sensuous massage.

I always knew I had sensitive breasts, but not this sensitive. Each time his thumbs trailed across my nipples, a jolt of pleasure zapped my core. I moaned and moaned again. The peaks swelled, and the more he rubbed them, the more my body throbbed with desire.

Jaime breathed into my ear. “Ah, those perfectly puckered rosebuds of yours are so tender.”

Leaving a knowing hand on one tit, he slid the other down my torso until it made its way to the fiery triangle between my thighs. Bee-lining for my clit, he fingered it with single-minded fury. My own moisture mingled with the shower. My nub hardened beneath his touch as he continued to circle it fast and hard. My breathing grew ragged. He was driving me wild and I wanted, no needed, to come badly.

“Please make me come,” I cried out.

He abruptly withdrew his fingers—almost like a punishment for asking. “Not yet, Gloria. I want you do to something for
me
first.”

Anything.

He flipped me around and swung my arm up to the liquid soap canister. He squirted a clump onto my palm. “Get down on your knees and wash my cock. I want to see your eyes. So look up at me as you do it.”

Without the slightest hesitation, I dropped to my knees and wrapped the soaped-up hand around the crown of his huge erection. It shot straight out of him and was practically in my face. The heat of it singed my fingertips. My soapy hand skated down the rigid shaft to the base and then glided back up to the tip. How velvety smooth it was! And how big! Its extraordinary girth fit tightly into the curl of my fingers.

“Good, Gloria. Now squeeze harder and hold my balls with your other hand.”

My left hand cupped his heavy sacs as I slid my right hand back down his thick length, applying more pressure. Then back up. I repeated the movements, picking up my pace. My eyes never left his enraptured face. I watched with awe as he arched his head back and parted his luscious lips. A loud groan escaped between them. His balls felt heavier. Was he going to come?

He gazed back down at me with his hooded blue eyes. “Ahh, you’re doing it just right. Now, I want you to rinse me off with your mouth.”

So, he wanted me to give him a blow job—like I owed him one for last night. Okay. I could handle this. Confession: The thought of giving this beautiful man head excited me. I opened my mouth wide, but before I could take him, he yanked me up by my hair.

“Go down on me standing.” He placed his hand on top of my head and pushed it down toward his erection. I had to bend my knees for my mouth to make contact with it.

I flicked my tongue across the bulbous crown, glad to discover that the soap had washed off, and then wrapped my lips around its impressive perimeter. As he let a moan, I went down on his slick, hard length until I could go no further. My mouth came back up, and I repeated the movements. Again and again. Up and down. Faster and faster. His magnificent cock became my mouth’s obsession.

Without breaking contact, I placed one hand on his muscular thigh and the other around the side handicapped railing to give me the support I needed in this semi-squatting position. My thighs were burning. I felt like I was doing one of those loathed “chair positions” with my yoga instructor.

“Oh, baby, you suck me so good. So hard.”

I gazed up at him. The expression on his face was one of pure tortured ecstasy. I was amazed how much pleasure I got from pleasuring him. Despite my discomfort, I wanted to please him.

I came up for a quick breath of air.

“Don’t. Stop.”

Before I could tell him not to worry, he pressed down on the crown of my head, urging me to descend on him once again. This time, my tongue lapped the shaft as I headed back up toward the tip.

He groaned. “I’m going to come in your mouth.”

One spurt. Two. Three. He let out a deep guttural grunt and cursed under his breath as his release spilled into my mouth. The taste of it was sweet and salty and oh so good. I swallowed every drop.

“We’re not done. Suck me dry.”

My eyes gazed up at his impassioned face as I feverishly went back down on his cock, taking in only the upper one third into my mouth. Removing my hand from his thigh, I squeezed the base as my mouth bopped up and down. The silky, soaked hair along his groin brushed against the back of my hand.

“Oh, Gloria!” he roared as he coated my tongue one more time. His eyelids lifted. “This time, I want to watch you swallow.”

I eagerly gulped it down. Smiling with satisfaction, he withdrew his thick, slick dick. Smiling back, I straightened up, glad not to be in that painful crouching position. My legs felt like Jell-O.

The shower washed away the last traces of his cum. To my shock, his cock was still semi-erect.

“Christ, that was fucking amazing. You never stop surprising me. Now, I’m going to finish what I started.”

Smacking a kiss on my lips, he stepped out of the shower. In a split second, he was back. The belt of his terry cloth robe was dangling around his neck.
What the…

Stopping me in my thoughts, he scooped me up in his arms and then set me down on the teak wood planks of the built-in handicapped shower bench. “Trust me, Ms. Long, you’re going to be handicapped once I’m done with you.”

I eyed the belt. A shudder ran through me. “What are you going to do to me?”

“I’m going to make you fall apart and then attempt to put you back together again.”

I snickered. “You think I’m some kind of Humpty Dumpty?”

He smirked. “You’re much more fragile. At least on the inside.”

My breath hitched. He knew me. “What if someone has to use the shower?”

“They’ll knock.” He knitted his brows. “Are you on birth control?”

I nodded helplessly. My pills helped me with my cramp-ridden periods.

A smile danced in his eyes. “Good. Now, lie down.”

Wait!
What about him? He’d probably fucked a gazillion girls. Could I trust him?

“Don’t worry. I’m clean. I’ve been tested. Now, lie down.”

Hesitantly, I lowered myself to a reclining position. My torso spread across the length of the bench while my limbs hung over the edge.

“Now, Gloria, I want you to open your mind and open your legs. For. Me.”

In one swift move, he spread my dangling legs and threw my ankles over his broad shoulders. Looming above me, he gazed at my sex. His glorious cock, now almost fully erect again, pointed my way. The shower began to fog up. There was something otherworldly about seeing his god-like body in a cloud of steam.

“You’re such a pretty shade of pink. You may, however, be a shade of red when I’m through with you.”

I cringed. Was he going to pussy-whip me with the belt?

“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”
The mind reader.
“But I am going to tie you up. You’ll enjoy it. Now lift your arms high.”

Relieved, I did as requested. With whip-like speed, he wrapped the long belt around my wrists, binding them together, and then attached them to the handicapped railing directly above me. I writhed my arms to see if I could free myself. Forget it. He had me tied up too tightly.

“I need to get harder, and you need to get horny.” He kneeled on the edge of the bench and reached across me to fondle my mountainous breasts. Crawling on his knees closer to me, he planted his enormous cock into the valley between them and then squeezed the mounds against the shaft. He moaned with pleasure while I, too, got off on the sensuous massage I was getting. Erotic pleasure rushed to my core. Oh God! I was ready! My body was crying out for him while my mind said no.
Gloria, let go. Open your mind!

“Your breasts are such sweet pillows of flesh,” he murmured as he continued to rub them against his cock. “Now let’s see if I’ve aroused you.”

He shoved a finger into my opening. I moaned but wanted something more.

“Ah. You’re so hot and wet. But not quite ready.”

He pulled his finger out and began to play with my tender clit. Vigorously circling it like a finger-painting child. I groaned.

“How does that feel?”

My clit was a lit up firework ready to explode. I didn’t know how much more I could take. I desperately wiggled my bound arms attempting to free myself; it was futile.

“Answer me, Gloria.” His tone was demanding.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned.

“Good enough.”

Still fingering my clit, he used his other hand to rub the crown of his thick length up and down the folds of my cleft. He was teasing me when I was aching for him to be inside me.

He leaned into me, placing his hands on the bench for support. “I’m going to come inside you now and give you an orgasm that’s going to blow that uptight mind of yours to pieces.”

“Please,” I begged.

He grinned wickedly. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk. I’ll be carrying you back to your room.”

Oh, yes! Handicap me!

Balancing on one hand, he used the other to position his pulsing arousal. I felt his hot cock at my doorway to pleasure. A thrust away from penetrating me, there was a loud pounding on the fogged-up shower door.

“What’s going on in there?”

I recognized the voice immediately. It was the old man who had gone for a swim.

“Fuck!” muttered Jaime. “I’m not going to rush this.” He leaped up from the bench and stormed out of the shower, leaving me tied up and throbbing. I assumed he was going to return right away with our robes.
Hurry!

The door re-opened. I gasped. The little old man, shuffled into the shower. His skin was prune-like from his long swim, and a towel was wrapped around his waist. It fell to the wet tiled floor upon seeing me, naked and bound to the handicapped railing. He was not a pretty sight.

“I want whatever he had,” he said brightly.

Oh, fuck! He wasn’t just an old man. He was a dirty old man! Oh God! Had Jaime abandoned me? Left me helplessly stranded with this horny geezer?

My panic button sounded. Just as my mind skipped to the worst possible scenario, Jaime burst through the shower door. He was wearing his beltless robe and had mine draped over his arm. His large balls and cock, now in a relaxed state, peeked out of the robe opening.

“Excuse me, sir,” he said calmly. “My girlfriend needs to take her meds.”

Girlfriend? Meds?

He quickly unbound me and helped me put on my robe. I was mortified every which way. Before I could say a word, he swept me up into his arms. The old man looked at us, baffled. “Sorry,” said Jaime, as he kick-opened the door and carried me out. “She swoons in showers.” Amusement flickered in his eyes.

Once outside the shower, I was simmering mad. “What the fuck! Where the hell did you go? Why did you leave me for so long?” Each question flew out faster than the one before.

A sheepish grin spread across his beautiful face. “Sorry. I had to take a leak. And jerk myself off.” He gently set me down on my feet.

I blew out air to release the rage that was consuming me.

“Don’t be mad at me. It wasn’t my fault. I’ll make it up for it at dinner.”

My lips snarled. “There’s not going to be any dinner.”

He fisted a clump of my loose tangled hair and tugged at it hard. “Hey, remember what you said. A deal is a deal.”

My words. Another life lesson from Madame Paulette. I scoffed at him. “Do you have a place in mind?”

“Raoul’s. It’s
very
expensive.”

I scrunched my face. “Fine. Meet me downstairs at the entrance of the hotel at eight.”

“Perfect.”

Damn it. I was stuck with dinner. And the possibility that this challenging man who knew how to make me fall apart was going to be in my life in more ways than one.