Loving Two Doms (Club El Diablo) (7 page)

Lifting her fully into his arms, he continued placing soft kisses to her face, holding her close while her tears fell.

“I’m sorry.” She eventually sniffled.

“Why?”

“You’ve given me the best sex of my life and I’m crying.”

“Oh, baby, we’ve only begun, and I don’t mind your tears.”

She smiled shyly. “You know you’re the perfect man, don’t you?”

“Remember that when you’re screaming for release and I won’t give it to you.”

“I think my body has a mind of its own.”

“I promise to find out for sure.”

“What about you?” she asked shyly.

His gaze dropped to her mouth and he slowly ran a finger over her soft lips. “I fantasize about your sweet mouth taking my cock.”

Even with desire shining in her sensual gaze, her insecurities came through. “It’s not something I’m good at.”

His chest rumbled, but he managed to hold back full out laughter and just tightened his arms. She was so incredibly perfect. “I’m a man, the worst blow job I’ve ever had was great.”

A whisper of a smile transformed her look of self-doubt to that of vixen at large. “I want to please you.”

If he could wrap her up and take her back to the hotel to share with Stephon, he would. “Everything we’ve done pleases me.”

Her eyes crinkled slightly in mirth before saying, “Then show me how to improve on your worst blow job ever.”

He loved this fun side of her. “I’m happy to be your guinea pig.”

She wiggled slightly so his cock slipped over the bare skin of her hip and thrust out. She looked down in admiration, but then she giggled softly. “You’re a lot bigger than a guinea pig.”

He didn’t stop and think about his next move—just turned and quickly flipped her over his lap fighting an internal groan when his cock settled between the perfect indent of her thighs.

She cried out with a startled laugh, but groaned when his hand smoothed over her ass and his fingers delved along the folds of her pussy.

“I’m fighting the need to spank your delectable ass.” Just imagining his handprint on her ass had his cock seeking the hot comfort her body could provide.

Through her laughter, she managed to challenge, “Don’t you dare. You said you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“It’s kind of like the nipple clamps. I promise it will hurt so good.”

“No. Please.” Her breathing increased with the steady rhythm of his palm.

“Hmm, it’s not the word red but I’ll take it.” He removed his fingers, but held her in place.

“What are you doing?”

“Punishing you for your smart mouth. A guinea pig probably has the smallest pecker alive.” He felt her chest rumble in suppressed laughter.

“How is this punishing me?”

“You’ll see.” Running his hand over the curves of her backside, he pictured Stephon taking her pussy while Matt slid past the tight inner muscles of her ass. He fought back the image, knowing he was close to embarrassing himself. Reaching over, he grabbed the rabbit. “Spread your thighs for me, baby.”

She moved her legs a few inches.

“More.” The command was back in his voice. He turned the rabbit on and used it to replace his fingers.

“Ahhh, that feels wonderful.”

“I’m sure it does.” He pulled the vibrator away and soothed her sensitive skin with his other hand. When her breathing slowed, he put the toy back in her pussy. She tried to press back into his hand, so he placed his other palm on her lower back and held her still. She sighed with frustration, but then just let her body relax into the sensation of the toy. He removed it again.

“That’s not fair.” Her frustration level rose, which was exactly what he wanted.

“Nope, but without spanking you, this is the best I can do.”

She was sly. “Did you forget about your blow job?”

He laughed full out. “A man never forgets a blow job. I’ll begin your oral training momentarily.” He turned up the vibration and concentrated on her clit.

“I hate you,” she said on a breathy groan.

He loved the sexy resonance of her verbal responses. He could only imagine her reactions after hours of sexual frustration. He moved the rabbit off her swollen clit and teased the opening of her pussy while enjoying their verbal exchange. “I’m sure you do, but this is the view I’ll dream about long after tonight.”

Her legs tensed and her face sank into the mattress, her words muffled, “Please, I can’t take any more.”

He calmly removed the vibrator and shut it off, but held her in place. “How do you feel?” He lightly caressed the globes of her ass.

Her muted voice clearly showed irritation. “Frustrated.”

He usually craved this type of play, but for some reason he wanted to give in, turn her over, and fuck her until she screamed with release. He fought the temptation. “First your oral skills and then, maybe, I’ll take care of this problem.” His fingers brushed across her engorged clit.

She lifted her head. “Maybe?” Her tiny voice bordered on a whine.

It was nearly impossible not to tell her his “maybe” was a small mind-fuck, and there was no way he could resist giving her another orgasm. He inhaled slowly and tried to control his thoughts. He lowered his voice, moving forward in the game, “I’ll explain the fundamentals of a blow job first.” Her fists struck the couch with a small display of temper and he wished more than anything that Stephon was here to see this.

With an adjustment in tactics, her voice changed to a soft plea, “Can I sit up?”

There was no way he was giving in at this point. “No.” He continued to run his hand over her ass and used a level tone for instruction. “Women seem to think a blow job is about suction and tongue action.”

She sighed, and with the release of air, her body melted into his lap and she surrendered to her curiosity. “It isn’t?”

“Men want to hear a blow job.”

“I don’t understand.”

He ran his palm from the curve of her back to the center of her shoulder blades, and then added, “I like my blow jobs wet and sloppy.”

Her belly rumbled against his cock and he knew her humor was returning. “My mouth is watering.”

Just the thought made his voice drop another octave, “At the end, I like it deep.” She stopped giggling and he removed his hands from her incredibly soft skin. “On your knees beside the bed. Now.” Her body reacted immediately to his command, but unable to resist, he threaded his fingers into her hair and tilted her head back as she came off his lap and up to her knees. He slid two fingers into her slick pussy and then brought them out. As she responded, he increased the pace until her upper body lowered, leaving her ass in the air. She pushed back against his hand, seeking deeper penetration until she finally cried out and her pussy quivered around his fingers. He let her sink back down. “Wet, sloppy and deep,” was all he said.

“I promise,” she whispered.

Chapter Seven

Jewel

Giving Matt a blow job was nothing like she’d ever experienced. His low voice grew hoarse while giving instructions and offering encouragement. She was on her knees with him standing above her. She loved the change in his breathing when her saliva flowed over the silky skin of his hard cock, making an audible squishing sound. She felt absolute power in the knowledge that she could fulfill his fantasy. She increased the tempo and loved how his orders became less focused when he gave into the feelings of her mouth on his cock.

 At last, he grabbed the sides of her head, stilling her movement. “Take what you can.”

He began thrusting deeper while giving her broken, guttural instructions to relax her throat muscles. Saliva dripped down her chin, and at one point she gagged, but his harsh rhythm never stopped. With a final deep plunge, he cried out in release and a surge of cum slid down her throat, satisfying her yearning hunger to give him this ultimate pleasure.

Opening his eyes, he looked down into hers. She fought the overwhelming urge to tell him she loved him. She’d known him for only four days, after all. He would think her incredibly stupid, and they knew so little about each other. She let her gaze move away or she knew she’d spill the truth of her feelings.

He lay back on the bed, bringing her with him. She cuddled against his firm body, her head under his chin, and his warm breath against her hair.

He sighed, using his sexy voice to tease, “I don’t think you need any more lessons.”

“It was good, wasn’t it?” she teased back. The sound of his deep laughter vibrated across her skin. His voice was by far his best tool of seduction. “Maybe next time you can spank me.”

“Ahhh, you shouldn’t say that.” His cock jerked.

She watched in fascination as it swelled and lengthened. “Um, I didn’t mean tonight.”

Her denial had no effect on his hardening cock. “What a shame. I promise you’ll like it.”

“I’ve never understood why any woman would want a spanking.” She ran one finger across his hard, velvety length. “But if it turns you on, I’ll be brave... next time.”

He shifted so his upper body was slightly above hers, his hands on either side of her head. His voice grew playful again, “Like blow jobs, hearing is essential for a spanking. My palm striking your ass, your gasp of tingling pain, and your sighs while you wait for the next one will change your mind.

“Doubtful.”

“Oh, baby, I can promise to make you beg for it.” The sexual allure in his voice caused heat to flood her pussy. A new wave of arousal consumed her body, and she fought the need to give in immediately and let him spank her. “Next time,” she managed to say.

His nose rubbed the tip of hers. “I won’t forget.”

Neither would she, and she hastily changed the subject. “When do you leave?”

“Leave?” His eyebrows drew together.

“You said you were going out of town.”

His head lowered and his tongue stroked over her lips. “On Thursday.”

“When do you get back?” His breath flowed past her lips and she inhaled slowly. He knew every intimate trick to make her respond, and she had trouble concentrating on the conversation.

He spoke between soft nibbles on her lips, “The following Tuesday.”

It was a fight to get her next question out, “Where are you staying here in Houston?”

He delayed his answer by using his tongue to separate her lips and breathe the words into her mouth. “At a hotel.”

Her mouth yearned for his. “That’s no fun.”

He smiled against her lips. “It has more room than your apartment.” He leaned back slightly and used his right hand to tug her hair so her head tilted back. His lips skimmed along her neck and she sucked in air. Speech became impossible. His body left hers and she heard the sound of a foil packet tearing.

With hands and words, he positioned her body and then entered her pussy from behind. Her breasts filled his hands and his balls slapped against her clit. Low, rough words seduced her mind. “I smell your need, baby. Listen to the sound of my cock sliding in your silky juice. The tight walls of your pussy drive me crazy.”

Every nerve ending she possessed sizzled with need. He buried himself fully inside her pussy, and then lifted the upper half of her body so her back rested fully against his chest. Moving up slightly on his knees, his pelvis moved away and his cock slowly slid out, then he rocked his hips and drove in again. His hands left her breasts and traveled between her legs, finding her clit, and circling the moist folds of skin. His breathing accelerated and she tried to hold back whimpers as her body sought release.