Ecstasy (A Contemporary Romance) (12 page)

Her slender fingers moved to unbutton and
unzip his khaki slacks, until the full length of his hard shaft
sprang free.

She wrapped her hand around the hot length of
him, positioning herself above him so that the head of his penis
was just at the entrance of her incredibly wet lips.

With a sound of deep satisfaction, Candace
lowered herself down onto his cock, taking in each and every
inch.

Charlie was overwhelmed by the sensation of
her tight, wet pussy enveloping him. He looked up from her breasts,
and pulled her head down to capture her mouth in a hot,
tongue-thrusting kiss.

Candace was in charge of their lovemaking as
she rode up and down on Charlie’s cock, milking it with her tight,
throbbing muscles.

“I can’t hold on anymore,” he gritted out
through clenched teeth and as he began to come, her muscles
convulsed around his cock. He covered her cry of pleasure with his
mouth and as they rode towards ecstasy together, their lips and
tongues mated in a frenzy that matched the mating of their
bodies.

As their convulsions came to an end, they
kissed, their caresses growing tender and soft.

“Candy, I-” Charlie began to say, but right
as he was about to declare his feelings for her, regardless of
their mentor/mentee relationship, the train left the trees and
emerged back into the daylight.

Quickly, Candace slid off his lap, pulled her
tank top back up over her breasts, and slid her skirt down over her
thighs. After she did so she looked at him with undisguised
amusement. “You might want to zip your pants back up.”

He surfaced from his daze and made his
fumbling fingers obey his commands to tuck in his shirt. Just in
time, he fastened the button of his pants as they arrived back at
the station and came to a stop.

The station attendant unlatched the door to
their cage. “Enjoy the ride?”

Candace looked at Charlie with a twinkle in
her eye and said, with a fairly straight face, “Oh yes. More than
you can ever imagine. In fact, it’s safe to say, I’ll never look at
the zoo the same way again.”

And with that, she headed out the gates back
towards the lion cages. Both Charlie and the young zoo employee
watched the perfect curve of her ass swing from side to side as she
walked.

Charlie slipped the kid another $100 bill and
said, “You really have a great ride on your hands here, kid. You
got a girlfriend?”

The boy nodded his head speedily on his
skinny neck and Charlie said, “I definitely recommend the lion
cage.” He followed after Candace, thinking yet again what a lucky
man he was.

When Charlie dropped Candace off at her
house, she was torn between inviting him in and running to her
computer to write down the next scene in her book. But before she
could ask him inside for a drink, he looked at his watch and said,
“I’ve got to get going. Thanks for a great afternoon,” and sped
off, leaving her standing on the sidewalk in front of her house
feeling more than a little bereft.

The truth was, no matter how much she tried
to pretend she didn’t have feelings for Charlie, no matter how much
she wavered back and forth about the emotional extent of their
relationship, she now knew with 100% certainty that she was in love
with him.

After their incredible sex play on the
mini-train at the zoo, they had spent the rest of the day eating
cotton candy and hot dogs, riding the elephants, and admiring the
baby tiger cubs that were brought outside during their feeding.
With every minute that passed in Charlie’s company, Candace fell
harder and harder for him.

He was funny, gorgeous, brilliant, and the
most sexually intoxicating man she had ever encountered. Candace
was sure she would never meet anyone again who would make her feel
so incredibly good, so wonderfully happy.

All of that only served to increase her guilt
over her deception. Every time she wrote another scene with Jolene
and Zane, she was elated by how far she’d come as a writer. But at
the same time, another part of her was horrified by her
dishonesty.

To a moan, every scene mimicked her
encounters with Charlie.

She went inside her house, sat down in front
of her computer and booted it up, holding her head in her hands,
trying to figure out some sort of compromise she could live
with.

What if I tell him about the story after
we’ve cemented a strong relationship with each other outside of his
mentoring?

If he wanted to have a real relationship with
her, then by the time she told him about the story she had written,
he’d just laugh and kiss her, telling her she was silly for even
worrying about it in the first place.

She wasn’t going to keep it a secret from him
forever. Just until she entered the contest and got some feedback
on her writing. Just until she and Charlie communicated with each
other about their feelings.

Feeling slightly better about what she was
doing, she opened up her document and typed the words she had been
writing in her head all afternoon.

“
You ever been on a motorcycle?”

Jolene looked up from the piano keys at Zane
who was standing by the front door of the bar. “Are you kidding?
I’ve never even been in a convertible,” she replied.

“
We’re gonna open a little late today,” he
said, gesturing for her to come to him. “Let’s go.”

Zane held the door open for Jolene and tapped
his booted foot impatiently while she serenely closed the lid on
the grand piano, stood up and walked towards him.

He led her around the back to his Harley and
handed her a helmet. She swallowed nervously and didn’t put the
helmet on.

“
I’m not so sure about this,” she said,
but he was already on and had revved up the engine.

“
You’ll be just fine,” he said, “just keep
your arms wrapped tightly around me.”

Jolene felt like she had no choice but to do
as he asked. It was always that way with Zane, she mused. Him
telling and her doing.

“
One day the tables are going to turn,
Zane,” she said, but he couldn’t hear her over the rumbling of his
engine.

She slipped onto the seat behind him and
wiggled her hips tightly up against his muscled rear end and
thighs. She ran her hands up and down his chiseled abs through his
t-shirt and reveled in his extraordinary masculinity.

And then they were off, flying down the
streets of San Francisco. The wind whipped at her hair and with her
body wrapped around Zane’s, she felt perfectly in tune with the
world around her. Every person who walked by them seemed to be
smiling. The sky was bluer. The sun was hotter.

Of course, her pussy was completely soaked.
It was such a frequent occurrence, she had stopped wearing panties
altogether. As it was, whenever she was with Zane he was always
ripping them off of her in his haste to thrust his huge shaft into
her or to press his lips to the sensitive nub between her legs.

She had only worked for him for a month, but
already she knew she wouldn’t have it any other way. Zane was a
drug she never wanted to get off of, no matter how wrong anyone
thought he might be for her.

She had gone home once to visit her parents,
and she couldn’t believe how hard it was for her to pull her hair
back into a ponytail and sit quietly at dinner. All night while she
was with her parents she wondered what Zane was doing, wondered
what he would have done to her at the end of the evening after he
locked the door to his bar.

After catching her in a daydream more than
once, her mother pulled her aside in the kitchen to ask if anything
was the matter. Jolene knew she had to get back to the city right
away, back to the man whose caresses had become as important to her
as breathing.

Eventually, the road dead-ended into Golden
Gate Park. Zane slowed down the bike and drove into a thickly
forested, deserted area. Jolene shivered with anticipation, hoping
Zane was going to start touching, licking, and biting her soon.

I am a slut, she thought. Wholly and
completely a slut. But by now, after so many nights of falling to
pieces in Zane’s arms, she was too far gone to care about something
that would have bothered her deeply in her past life.

He pulled off his helmet and his
shoulder-length dark brown hair whipped gently against her face in
the wind. She took off her helmet and shook out her long blond
hair, trying to finger-comb the knots out to no avail. Still
balanced on the bike seat she leaned her head back and closed her
eyes, letting the gentle breeze wash over her.

Zane stood up and got off of his bike,
turning around to face her as he straddled the seat once again.

“
Oh!” she exclaimed nervously when she
opened up her eyes. His face was directly in front of hers, his
eyes hot with need.

He bent his head down and captured her lips
in a sweet kiss. Reaching under her skirt, he ran his hands slowly
up her calves, past her knees, up to her thighs.

When he finally reached her hips, he stopped
kissing her and gave her a searing look. “You’re not wearing
panties,” he said.

She gave him a half-smile, saying, “I was
wondering when you’d notice.”

He growled and kissed her again, hungrily,
slipping his large callused hands beneath her ass, lifting her up
off the seat and onto him. She felt the thick bulge in his pants
and reached for the button of his jeans.

He chuckled softly. “We’re in public, you
know,” he said.

Unable, unwilling to stop herself, Jolene
worked at his fly. “Isn’t that the point, Zane?”

By then she had his pants undone and as his
shaft sprang free into her hands, she was pleased to find that he
wasn’t wearing anything underneath his jeans.

As she stroked the satiny skin of his huge
cock, he groaned, saying, “What did you do with my little nun?”

Jolene wriggled onto Zane’s lap and gasped as
his hot flesh probed her pussy lips, stretching her open to fit all
of him inside. After he was sheathed to the hilt within her, she
looked him in the eye.

“
I love you, Zane,” she said, and then
instinctively rode up and down on his cock, faster and faster as
her orgasm swelled up to overwhelm her.

Zane kept the bike steady while she took him
in and then slid him out until just the tip was still within her.
He pulled her down on him again, so deeply she could feel his balls
press against her ass cheeks. At the feel of him swelling
impossibly bigger within her, she went over the edge, crying out
his name as her inner muscles clenched and milked him hard.

He buried his head in her long hair and
roared, “Jolene!” as he shot inside of her, crashing his hips into
hers as hard and deep as he could.

They held tight to each other until their
heartbeats returned to normal, and then he slid her off of him and
zipped up his jeans. Without a word, he handed Jolene her helmet,
put his back on, and started the engine.

Jolene blinked back tears. When they were
joined together she realized she could no longer deny how much she
loved Zane and was unable to hold back the words.

But now they were heading back to the bar and
he hadn’t said anything. Not, “I love you too,” or any kind of
comment at all in response to her open and honest statement of her
feelings for him. With a sinking feeling low in her belly, she
wondered if she had done the wrong thing.

Maybe, she thought with sudden sorrow, loving
the devil is nothing more than a one-way trip to hell.

Candace finished writing her new scene and as
she reread it, she had a spark of insight about the piece of the
puzzle between her and Charlie that she had been missing all
along.

It was one thing for her to learn to enjoy
taking pleasure in Charlie’s arms—lots and lots of pleasure!—but it
was another thing entirely for her to lead the way.

Her path was suddenly crystal clear and she
wanted to jump for joy. Lesson five was going to be different than
the previous four lessons, for one big reason.

She was going to be the teacher this
time.

Decision made, she grabbed her car keys, and
locked the front door behind her. If everything went according to
plan, she wouldn’t be coming home tonight.

* * *

Charlie sat in his living room and stared
blankly at the TV. “I’m such an idiot,” he told himself, taking a
large swig from the beer he’d pulled out the six-pack by his
side.

“She was going to ask me to come inside,
probably to her bedroom, and I act like a sixteen-year-old
boy!”

He shook his head at his stupidity. He
couldn’t believe how nervous he got around Candace whenever it came
time to wrap up their lessons. That he was still afraid she’d say,
“Thanks so much for everything, and by the way, I never want to see
you again, you pervert.”

He wanted so desperately to tell her he was
in love with her, even though he had only known her less than two
weeks. As it was, the fact that they had mind-blowing sex during
each of the lessons was a little weird, but at least they had an
upfront agreement about it: Whatever happened during their lessons,
stayed in their lessons.

If only they had made some sort of agreement
about their emotions. Something like:
If I fall in love with
you, I can tell you how I feel and you’ll say you've fallen in love
with me too.

Charlie sighed and flipped the top off
another bottle. Getting drunk was the sucker’s way out, but since
that’s what he was, he drank up.

A knock on his door startled him out of his
not-quite-drunken-enough stupor. He plopped the beer bottle down,
sloshing sticky liquid all over the coffee table, and dragged
himself to the door.

“Probably some kid trying to sell candy
bars,” he muttered as he turned the doorknob.