SoloPlay (10 page)

Tears slipped from Alisa’s eyes as waves of intense pleasure shot between her pussy and her ass, coursed up and down her legs. He laved her ass with the tip of his tongue, then speared her tight ring with short, fierce strokes. She was gone now, completely unhinged as he created a vortex of bright pleasure that carried her over peak after peak of ecstasy until she collapsed on the bed, washed up, facedown, shuddering, her breath coming in short, hoarse gasps.

He released her body until the only point of contact between them was his hand on the small of her back.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said.

She could barely move, but she spread her legs wide on the bed to let him know he had her permission to enter her. Mark pulled her hips up into the air and stuffed pillows underneath her to hold her in place. She was boneless, yielding.

She heard his pants drop and the sound of foil tearing, thank God. She was so far gone she would have let him fuck her without protection, wouldn’t have given it a thought.

She felt his hard cock nudge her pussy lips, throb, press forward.

Unbelievably, her pussy twitched again, aftershocks of her orgasm still coursing through her body.

“That’s my girl.”

Mark worked himself into her slowly, letting her get used to his size. Her pussy felt stretched to its limits, his cock expanding inside her swollen, aching walls. When he was all the way in, she felt like she was going to explode. It was a supremely tight fit. He began to stroke, building a fire within her. Every thrust dragged across her sweet spot.

He slipped his thumb between her ass cheeks. She was still sensitive there, every nerve ending ramped up to high power. He pressed forward slowly. She burned. The pleasure was too much to bear. She came again, quickly, hard, and completely, pulling him over the edge with her. He grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her ass tight against his hips. He was buried to the hilt. She felt his cock swell as he shot off inside her. He rocked deeper with each spasm until he was spent.

Alisa’s arms and legs felt like they were made out of melted butter. Eyes shut, still facedown, she was splayed across the edge of the bed like a tossed-aside rag doll. “I’ll be right back,” Mark said. She felt his hand search between their bodies.

Right, the condom. Thank God for condoms. Her brain was buzzing. Her lips were numb. She must have lines on her face from the bedspread by now. She was sure she’d slip onto the floor when he pulled away from her.

Reality returned slowly.

She should really do something hostess-like. Her own throat was parched, and he must be thirsty too. He’d been doing all the work, after all. She wondered if her legs would carry her into the kitchen for two glasses of water. Who was she kidding? She wasn’t even sure she could stay awake until he returned from the bathroom.

Alisa heard the toilet flush and the water running in the bathroom as he washed his hands. She heard a cabinet open and shut, more water, then footsteps. She made a gigantic effort to heave herself onto the bed before he returned. She burrowed under the comforter, resisted the urge to pull it over her head.

“I made myself comfortable in your kitchen and I put the food in the fridge.” He held out a glass of ice water.

“Thank you.” She sat up, took a slow sip and looked at him. It was her first real look at his naked body.

His shoulders were broad but not heavily muscled, beautiful lats, tapered waist, strong thighs, decent calves, not too skinny. The guy had all the right equipment in all the right places, and then some.

Mark stirred under her curious gaze and she dragged her eyes up to his face. He was looking at her like she was dinner again, pale eyes burning, the stark planes of his face outlined in the light from the window.

She set the glass on her bedside table and opened the covers over her naked body.

“Would you mind?” he asked.

Silently she shook her head. He bent to slip another condom from his pants pocket before he took the covers from her grasp and joined her beneath them. His hands shaped her curves, molded them against his own hard flesh. Their joining was slow. She undulated against him, sighing gently into his chest. Her eyes were shut. She let him take command of her body again.

Mark rose above her, filled her. His weight pushed her into the bed. His legs rested alongside hers. His thick forearms pinned her arms to her sides while his hands held her shoulders in a viselike grip. The only movement between them was his hips, making short, slow, gliding thrusts into her.

Alisa had no option but to go with him. He took her slowly, surely back up to the peak and they dropped off together, embraced, her entire body cupped beneath his sheltering frame. When the last wave of pleasure whispered from her limbs, she fell asleep, still cradled beneath him.

Chapter Ten

The next morning, Alisa dropped into her chair at the library, panting.

“Oh my God. You slut!” Beth whispered. “How was it?”

“Is Irene here yet?” She quickly logged into her computer. The head librarian had a thing about punctuality and Alisa had overslept.

Beth shook her head. “Nope. You’re safe. Dentist appointment. Start talking.”

She blinked to focus her thoughts. “It was phenomenal. I don’t know…it was like he totally got me.” She still couldn’t believe it. “We had dinner, and when we went back to my place and—whoa. I didn’t have to say a word, and the room was exploding, and holy shit.” Alisa dropped her head to the desk. “He’s coming back tonight.”

“The operative word there would be coming.” They both dissolved into giggles and had to duck behind their computer screens as the head librarian walked in the front door.

Alisa spent the rest of the day in a sensual daze, glad that the library was busy enough to keep her occupied. Every time she thought of Mark, she tingled. What did he have planned for tonight? She checked her e-mail every fifteen minutes until she got a message from him.

The subject heading was DoublePlay and the body of the message said he was looking forward to working with her. Her stomach lurched. Working? She clicked the hyperlink. It led to another survey for BodyVibe that asked her to describe her experience last night from a couples’ perspective.

She frowned, feelings in free fall, before she remembered that Mark had proposed a business relationship not a personal one. SoloPlay paid per survey and DoublePlay undoubtedly operated the same way. No surveys, no monthly paycheck. Pleasure was only a by-product, but after last night she wanted more. DoublePlay was her chance to leave her inhibitions in the past with a guy who wasn’t going to judge her. The only way this experiment could work was if she kept her emotions out of it and her goal firmly in mind. She nodded resolutely. Right, she could do that.

On her lunch break, she logged onto a computer in the quietest corner of the library and clicked the DoublePlay hyperlink again. She answered the survey questions frankly, as she usually did, but she couldn’t bring herself to make note of one disturbing observation. The most arousing aspect of wearing BodyVibe and playing with a partner
was
her partner. When she thought about dinner last night and her clit swelled and her nipples tightened, she didn’t remember a single throb or vibration she enjoyed via the remote control. She remembered the hot look in Mark’s eyes as he watched her.

And she wanted to see that look in his eyes again.

Mark parked his car in front of Alisa’s apartment. His briefcase held a selection of prototypes slated for the DoublePlay line. He hadn’t broached the subject of her finding another partner, and he had to admit, at least to himself, that the idea of her playing with another man made him crazy. He wanted to be the one to gauge her reaction to each of his new designs. He didn’t want her to have another partner, ever. Every time he thought about that jerk at the restaurant last night and that Alisa must have slept with him at some time or another, he wanted to hit something. He couldn’t explain it, but Sologirl was his.

He got out of the car and reached for his briefcase, feeling intoxicated by anticipation. He’d entered the territory where, if he had been drinking, he would have known that another shot was a dangerous idea. And then he would have tossed back another glass because he was drunk and his judgment was gone. Testing more DoublePlay toys with Alisa was the sexual equivalent of one tequila shot too many—and he was going to do it anyway. He didn’t have enough blood in his brain anymore to care about the certainty of a killer hangover.

Sologirl was waiting for him.

The knock on the door made Alisa’s heart skip a beat.

“Hey,” Mark said, stepping forward when she stepped back.

He dropped a kiss on her cheek and the clean smell of soap and fresh cologne made her eyes drift shut for a blink. It stunned her how fast her body was ready for him. She wanted him on top of her, inside of her, entering her. Now.

She swallowed. “Can I get you something to drink?” she asked, pleased that her voice was steady.

He set his briefcase next to the couch. “I thought we could go out for a beer or something. Get to know each other.”

Huh? “Sure. I’ll just grab my purse.”

They walked to her favorite bar, where Mark selected a quiet booth near the back. He sat next to her, not across from her, and she peeked sideways at him over the beer the server brought her. “I thought you’d want to get right to work on DoublePlay.” There was no, absolutely no, disappointment in her voice.

He looked sheepish. “You have to promise not to laugh.”

Alisa arched one eyebrow.

“I brought a sex game with me tonight,” he explained with a small grin.

She burst out laughing. “You mean like spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven?”

“More like truth or dare crossed with the
Kama Sutra
.” His eyes stroked down the length of her body, striking sparks of sensual memory. “You game?” he asked.

“Always.”

He pulled out a pack of cards and cast a colorful, six-sided die onto the table. The red surface of the die was inscribed with the word
answer
.

“Up to six can play.” He grinned. “We’ll ignore the colors since it’s just us. The concept is simple. The roll determines what the roller has to do. In this case, I rolled
answer
so I have to answer a question.”

“Any question?”

He nodded. “Or you can pick a card if you can’t think of anything. That’s the kinky part. It can be random and impersonal, or it can be very personal, indeed, depending on who is playing. Go ahead, ask me anything,” he urged.

“What’s your favorite movie?” she teased, going for an easy one.

“
Braveheart.
”

“Why?”

“Sorry, you only get one question. Your turn.”

She pouted and rolled the die. It read
suck
. “Suck what? Are you kidding me? I don’t think this game was meant to be played in public.”

Mark shrugged. “Take your pick, but remember, this is a family establishment.”

Alisa took his hand and pressed her cheek to his warm palm. She caught the tip of his pinkie finger between her lips. And sucked.

His eyes dipped briefly shut, then blazed. Alisa smiled against his hand, letting her tongue flash between his fingers. This was fun.

Mark quickly palmed the die and rolled
stroke
.

His hand touched her arm, fingers caressing the length of her biceps, skating over the thin, silky material of her blouse. Casually, he opened his hand and his thumb grazed her nipple, raising it to a peak. He stroked up and down, bumping her nipple on each pass as he smiled into her eyes. Her head fell back against the booth. She swallowed hard.

He placed the die in her hand. She dropped it.

Reveal
.

“Unbutton your blouse,” he whispered. His breath fanned her lips. “Just a few buttons. No one else will see.”

She slowly unbuttoned three buttons of her blouse and pulled the placket forward so that he could see her breasts, outlined in her lacy bra, through the gap. Anyone else might assume she’d been careless while dressing, but Mark knew, and his eyes glowed with banked heat.

She leaned forward to grasp the die, allowing her shirt to fall open even more, and he groaned quietly. She handed it to him with a satisfied smile.

He spun it on the table. Now the die read
fantasize
. He smiled wickedly. “Oh, that’s easy. In my fantasy, you take me back to your apartment and let me get you naked. But I don’t stop there because I want to touch you. Taste you. Come inside you. I have plans for you tonight.”

Alisa’s breath stuttered in her throat. The urge to slide into his lap was almost irresistible. Instead, she picked up the die and rolled it across the table.

Ask.

One question came to mind. “What do you have in your briefcase?”

“Vibrating cock rings.”

Alisa leaned around Mark and flagged down their waiter. “Check, please.”

They slid out of the booth.

She let Mark take her keys out of her hand and unlock the door, enjoying his dominance and the way it aroused her. He urged her into her apartment with one hand on the small of her back. His other hand was already unbuttoning her blouse, using the fabric to pull her up to meet his hard kiss as he kicked the door shut.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” he said.

He unfastened the button at her waist and her skirt fell to the floor. She stood in a white thong, a lacy bra and her sandals, dwarfed by his height. She didn’t have a moment to feel uncertain before his hands were on her again, skimming over flesh. He groaned slightly as he found her hard nipples, the slickness beneath her thong. He sank to his knees and pressed his mouth, breath hot, against her mound.

She wanted to feel his tongue inside her too. Could she tell him? Yes, she should, but she lost the moment as his thumb hooked aside the crotch of her panties. She felt the quick graze of teeth, then his entire tongue pressed wetly inside her. She pressed back. Her hips arched, seeking the rasp of his taste buds against her clit.