Madam of Maple Court (23 page)

"It tastes even better than it looks," he said, sipping his drink.

It tasted delicious and, since she was nervous and thirsty, she swallowed it quickly until half was gone. She felt the warmth down to her toes. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"Would you mind if I were?"

She thought over that question. He was interested in making love to her. That was all too obvious. Was it just because he was there and he was horny, aroused by all the beautiful, desirable women who'd been coming on to him all evening? Or because it was a warm summer evening and maybe he'd been sampling the alcohol? "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you trying to get to me?"

"Why not?"

"Okay, enough of answering questions with questions. Why do you want me?"

He didn't deny it. "Because I think we could have some fun together."

"You hardly know me."

"Does that matter?" Then he laughed. "Okay, now I'm answering a question with a question again. You asked me why." He considered. "Because I enjoy making love. It's one of my greatest pleasures, and I love giving pleasure to the ladies I'm with. It's really just that simple for me. No entanglements, no declarations of undying affection. Just fun and games in bed."

"Without love it's like hiring a hooker."

"Without caring, you're right. Love has nothing to do with it, but caring does. I care about women, love them as a species, and I enjoy good sex. Isn't that enough?"

She sipped her drink. God, she was tempted. "I don't know."

"Let me try to convince you."

He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the palm. Then he swirled his tongue against her skin, making a tingling, wet circle. Between the alcohol and his ministrations, she was sorely tempted. Making love without any assumptions or declarations of anything. No dating in the future. Just a quick roll in the hay. No, that wasn't right. With Linc there wouldn't be anything quick about it.

His hand rested on her thigh, giving her time to move away, then he slid her skirt upward until his fingers found her skin. The jolt of heat was both exciting and terrifying. What was she becoming? Why not? As his fingers slipped up the inside of her thigh, the "Why not" was winning. And winning big. She allowed her eyes to drift shut and reveled in the sensations his fingertips were creating.

He slid his other index finger down the center of the halter top, delving deliciously into her cleavage, sliding beneath her bra and flicking over her erect nipple. Saying nothing, he stopped what he was doing. When she opened her eyes she found him gazing into them, asking, allowing her time to say no. When she didn't, his lazy smile creased his face and he leaned forward and gently placed his lips against hers.

Sex just for fun. What a concept? It didn't seem outlandish to her anymore. Why the heck not? She relaxed into his kiss, feeling the tingle his fingers were creating throughout her body. She snaked her arms around his neck and tunneled her fingers into his hair. It was softer than she had imagined, almost baby fine.

The kiss deepened, both participating in equal measure, and their bodies moved closer, his groin and hard erection beneath his slacks pressing urgently against her belly. She wanted this, a culmination of a wonderful evening. Her eyes drifted shut but she didn't imagine Linc was anyone else. Actually she didn't picture anyone, just reveled in the sensations that this man's body was creating.

"Wonderful," he whispered. "Just enjoy." He untied the knot that held the halter top closed and let the sides fall and easily unfastened the clasp on her halter bra. Then his mouth found her breast and he pulled hard at one nipple while his fingers played with the other. Her vaginal muscles spasmed, almost as though she were climaxing. Amazing.

He spend several minutes playing with her breasts until she wanted to scream with both joy and frustration. She wanted his cock inside her, fucking her, bringing her what she knew she needed. When she pulled at his shoulders, however, he resisted. "I'm enjoying this too much," he said, his voice hoarse. "You'll just have to be patient."

Patient? She had no patience. She wanted, needed, craved.

He parted her knees and knelt on the floor between them, pulling her hips forward and pushing her skirt up to her waist. He quickly pulled her panties off and then his mouth found her pussy. She'd had oral sex performed on her before, but it had always felt like someone wanting to get her ready for the next phase. Linc seemed to enjoy licking and sucking her for its own sake. When she moaned he licked again, causing her back to arch. His fingertips joined his mouth, manipulating her vaginal lips and caressing her clit.

Her body went crazy, out of her control. He was the puppet master, expertly pulling her strings until she felt orgasm surge through her bloodstream. "Yes," he whispered, his hot breath arousing her to still greater heights. "Come for me."

She clasped the pleasure to her, holding it back until she could resist no more. Then she came, his mouth sucking her clit, his fingers filling her. "I can feel you come," he said. "That is so hot."

He quickly removed her clothes, then his own. His body was beautiful, lean and strong, his erection straight and thick from its nest of curly hair. As he turned his back to her to put on a condom, she saw that he had a small tattoo high on his left buttock. It looked like a heart with an arrow through it, but when she looked more closely it was not a heart, but a star.

When he turned again and urged her onto the carpet she forgot the tattoo, forgot everything but the pleasure this man could give her. And the pleasure she could give him. Then he was on top of her, slowly sliding his hard cock into her. Then he held still for a moment, giving her a chance to adjust to his girth. He guided her legs until they were over his shoulders, her pussy wide open, enabling him to deepen his penetration. Propped above her on his hands, he threw his head back and laughed, then drove hard into her, thrusting and withdrawing, finding the rhythm that gave them both maximum pleasure, his hands beneath her buttocks, cradling, guiding.

She felt another climax within her and reached for it as he pounded into her. "Again, woman. Again," he cried and she came for a second time. Then, almost simultaneously, he erupted within her.

Later they lay together on the living-room carpet, the sound of hoarse panting filling her ears. She was exhausted. She'd climaxed twice under his expertise and her entire body, though incapable of movement, glowed. She couldn't help the giggle that escaped her.

"Enjoyed that, did you?" he asked.

"I think you of all people should know."

"Yeah." She could hear the grin in his voice. "I think your screams were the first clue. I might have permanent hearing loss."

She bounced up onto her elbow, concern filling her. She knew she'd cried out loudly several times. "I'm so sorry," she said.

He rolled her on top of him. "I'm kidding, silly woman. You were fabulous and I wouldn't change any of it."

She felt the length of his naked body beneath her, still slightly slippery from the sweat of good sex, then leaned over and bit his earlobe. "Kidding? I'll show you kidding." She wriggled against him like a cat in heat and felt his cock harden yet again. "Not here," she said. "My butt is rug burned and sore."

She led him upstairs and, without thinking, into her bedroom. When she realized where they were, a stab of regret flashed through her. In her bed. In the bed she'd shared with Vin. Linc flipped back the spread and stretched out on the cool sheets, unconscious of his beautifully naked body. All the bedding was new and so was this man. With a newly liberated attitude, she looked down at Linc's gorgeous body and rampant erection. She started to lie down beside him, but he said, "I'm too tired to do all the work. It's time for you to ride me, woman!" He handed her the condom he'd grabbed from his pants pocket as they left the living room and she took it from him.

She'd never been so daring in her desire to fuck a man. Here she was going to do all the work, make the moves. With a small smile she tore open the foil and withdrew the latex. She leaned over and very slowly unrolled the flesh-colored cover over his cock, stroking him as she did. She wrapped her fingers around the base of him, squeezing as she lowered the condom all the way onto him. Then she nestled his cock in the valley between her breasts, hold him against her body and undulating.

"Enough!" he cried, grabbing her arm and leg and yanking her over him so she knelt over his waist. "Do it, woman," he cried as she slowly lowered herself onto his shaft. "God, woman, do it."

She laughed from the sheer joy of it. She was in charge of their lovemaking. She lowered her body until she felt the tip of him against her heated flesh. Slowly, watching the joy and need on his face, she filled herself with him. She rose and fell on his cock, using it to caress her channel from every angle she could manage. She scratched his chest with her nails, then leaned over and bit his lower lip. He was so hard and growled over and over, "Do it, do it more!"

Then she reached between them and rubbed herself where she needed friction. She came yet again with another yell and squeezed her muscles, bringing him to his second climax.

Finally she dropped against him and together they rolled over and fell into deep, dreamless sleep.

The next morning Pam awoke before Linc. As she watched him sleep she found herself wanting to make love to him again. Would it all be awkward in the daylight? She'd made love to a man who didn't love her, wasn't even a friend. He just loved sex and, unless he was the greatest actor of all time, had enjoyed making love to her. And she'd enjoyed it, too. In a short time she'd become a woman who enjoyed sex for its own sake, and she found she was fine with that. She touched Linc's hair. She was more than fine with it. She felt fabulous.

"Good morning," he said with a laugh.

"Good morning to you, too, and what are you laughing at?"

"I'm happy, and you're looking at me like I'm a hot fudge sundae. Wanna eat me?"

She found she did. It took only her nod to make his cock stand at attention. The aroma of sex was everywhere, and it aroused her.

He suddenly looked concerned. "I should really shower first," he said. "I must smell like… well, like we were doing last evening."

"Let me help," she said, climbing off the bed and walking into the bathroom.

"The view from here is wonderful," he said, and as she glanced back at him she saw that he was watching her. "You're one sexy broad."

With a warm feeling inside her, she soaked a face cloth in warm water, then returned to wash him—thoroughly—wiping the warm cloth over his cock and testicles, watching him twitch in response. Finally she tossed the now-cool cloth onto the floor and took him into her mouth. He still tasted of arousal and lovemaking. She wasn't quite sure what she was supposed to do, but from the corner of her eye she watched his face and felt his body respond. She did more of what seemed to give him pleasure and finally, with a groan, he pushed her away. "I'll come in your lovely and talented mouth if you do any more of that."

She didn't think she was ready for that, so she wrapped her fingers around him and did what he showed her he liked. As she watched he erupted and semen spurted onto his belly and dribbled over her fingers. She'd never seen a man come before and it was a magical sight. She'd done this. She'd made him come. Holy shit. She'd done it.