Royce (4 page)

He stood up and took off his jacket.  She unbuttoned his shirt and he tossed his jacket on the chair.  She finished unbuttoning his shirt and he took it off and tossed it on the chair, his t-shirt was next and he wanted to shoot himself for wearing too many clothes, he thought he’d never get everything off.  She was already at his pants, undoing his belt, she kissed his chest and sucked his nipple as she unbuttoned his pants and he cried out at the sensation of her mouth on him,
Oh Joy, oh Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy
had been running through his head since he’d taken her in his arms and danced with her and he’d had to refrain from letting her name slip three times so far.  She lowered his pants and underwear together and he sprang forth, hard and ready. 

He unhooked her bra, the clothes were a nuisance he’d thought and he felt her hand wrap around him thick and hard and he almost screamed out “Joy!”
  In here her name is Sedona, her name is Sedona!
  She stroked him and he took in her breasts, her dark nipples were erect and he couldn’t wait to take them in his mouth, he lowered his head,
beautiful,
he thought,
just beautiful. 
He caressed her soft full breast and took her nipple in his mouth,
Oh so sweet,
he thought,
so sweet.

“Ummmm,” he moaned out, he sucked her and sucked her,
Joy, Joy, Joy. 
He heard her moaning.

He sucked her, he ran his fingers down her smooth silky stomach and found his hands touching her there, she had a patch of hair, a rectangular patch and the rest was waxed bald, he sucked her and rubbed her down, he wanted her in bed.

He pulled away and led her to the bed.  She climbed in and he watched her behind,
umph, umph, umph
.  He sat on the bed and took her foot in his lap, “These are sexy,” he said, “But I find shoes get caught up in things,” which was true, a heel had pressed too hard in his back before and he’d been accidently kicked as he moved a lady from front to back, and another time his lady friend’s foot had gotten caught under the cover and she’d almost twisted her ankle because of shoes, so he took them off now.  He unstrapped her shoes rubbing her legs as he did. 

He laid her back and spread her legs; he looked deeply in her dark eyes,
Joy, Joy, Joy
and kissed her along her inner thighs.  “Ummm,” Royce had never wanted a woman so bad, and he’d never savored every inch of a person and when he touched her his heart was all over the place, his mind was all over the place, and he didn’t know what to make of any of this.  Every since he’d met her at the Christmas party he’d wanted to hold her in his arms, something about her drew him; this is what had him mystified, thinking of Joy Abrams.  He was so caught up in the experience he couldn’t wait to taste her, to smell her scent, he rubbed his face against her inner thighs as he made his way to what he was sure was heaven, and then he was there, he sniffed her, the scent of woman, this woman, and then he let his tongue taste her.  He moaned, she was sweet, so sweet and he dove in, he pushed his tongue inside her. 

She cried out and he worked her wet sweetness, she moaned as he savored her, licking, sucking, twirling his tongue, her body moving against his mouth.  She was moaning and crying out. She arched her back and let him take her higher, then she bolted up, and grabbed his hair, and moved against his mouth.  He worked her until she screamed out and her body took over and she convulsed and shook and came hard and he felt a warm rush against his tongue and he lapped it up.

Then he went slowly up her body, kissing and rubbing his face along her belly until he reached her nipples and stayed on their darkness for a moment, then he moved sensually to her lips, her kissable lips, he ran his tongue along her lips and then he pressed his lips on hers.  She opened her mouth and took him in, he kissed her hard and he was hard wanting her so bad.  He spread her legs and entered her and he lost it then just lost it.

Royce was working her pumping inside her to feel every inch of her.  She clung to him as he rode her, she moaned out against his ear as she clung to him and he held her, held on tight too, clinging to her as he moved inside her until he could move no more and he let go, he erupted inside her, erupted hard inside her and as he was winding down he heard two bells, and he knew this session was over.  He held on to her, he couldn’t let her go, he hoped she didn’t want to leave him and go to another, he held on and lay there until he regained his composure, and then he heard one bell, a new session was beginning. 
Good
, he thought,
I have her for one more session at least
, he held her in his arms. 

Joy moved and rose up.  Her hair twist was a mess and she took out the hair pins and shook her mane loose.  He reached up and ran his fingers through her hair, he’d never touched black hair before and he was surprised to find it soft, thick, very thick, but nice to the touch.  She placed the hair pins on the night stand and picked up the glasses of wine he’d placed there and handed one to him; neither knew which was his and which was hers and he didn’t care.  He sipped his wine and she reached for the grapes and took a big bunch of green grapes and offered him some and he helped himself.  He didn’t know what to say to her and she apparently didn’t know what to say to him.  They sat sipping wine and eating grapes, each in his own thoughts, and for Royce it was,
Wow, that was so good, wow!  Oh Joy, oh Joy, oh Joy!
 

She looked at him, studying him for a moment, “That was nice my blue eyed man.  Is this how it is at The Club?”  He looked into her dark eyes, “It is with me, I can’t speak for others my dark eyed lady,” he said with a smile and that statement was meant just for her.  He wanted her to want to come back, and he wanted her to want to come back to him.  They finished the wine and grapes and placed the grape stalk and glasses on the night stand. 

Royce pulled her to him and laid back with her in his arms, he stroked her hair, and caressed her cheek, he kissed her lips.  He wasn’t ready for her yet; he was spent but he wanted to do other things with her, he wanted to touch her and kiss her kissable lips.  He deeply kissed her, his tongue probing her mouth and he lost himself to kissing her again.  When he pulled away he went down her throat, sucking her, tasting her, his hands wanting to touch her as he caressed her soft skin.  He looked deep into her eyes to lose himself in her dark depths. 

She smiled at him and he smiled back.  Her dark eyes looked back at him and he was captivated and he went down further.  He wanted her nipple in his mouth, he played with it, savoring it, running his tongue around and around on it, then he took it in his mouth and sucked, a nice long suck and she arched her back so he could have it,
Joy, Joy, Joy,
went through his mind.  He turned her over and caressed her then knelt between her legs,
yes
,
yes, she’s so beautiful;
he kissed her down her back and rubbed his face against her back.  He went down rubbing, kissing, sucking until he got to the place he wanted, her behind,
ummmm, yeah.
 

He knew he loved a great behind but hers turned him on beyond reason.  The shape and color just made him want to dive into it and lick all over it, it was so luscious.  He caressed it, then he lay down and it was right in front of his face, he sucked it and cupped handfuls of it, he spread her cheeks, he ran his fingers up and down between her delicate area and pressed against her tiny opening, she moaned and he didn’t know how but he felt himself rising.  This was much quicker than he’d ever been ready again before.  He pulled her on her knees, and now he’d moved from her behind to her wet opening, he placed his hard member against it and pushed inside.

“Wait, stop,” she said.  He stopped and looked at her.  She was trying to look over her shoulder as best she could, “Don’t move I want to fuck you.”  He grasp the side of her hips and stayed on his knees inside her and she began to move her hips, her body.  She moved round and round, this way and that, pushing back, in and out, in and out, “Oh God,” he moaned it felt so good.  She kept moving, sexily, sensually she moved, she moaned as she took her pleasure in him.  He was harder than before with her moving against him like that and lost himself to the sensation and before he knew it he was erupting and for a moment he lost control over his body.  He held on to the side of her hips to give himself some kind of control, he was erupting inside her, his movements jerky.  She had pulled everything out of him, he jerked and squirted inside her his body giving way to the most pleasurable experience he’d ever felt in his life. 

He was floating, and he felt a warm tingling rush all over his body.  He felt it from the bottom of his toes to the top of his head and none of these sensations he’d ever felt before.  When he came to himself he slowly lay down on top of her.  Joy lay flat and sprawled out beneath him, his face close to hers, both breathing hard as they caught their breath, he slowly opened his eyes and he saw her slowly open hers and he looked deeply into her dark eyes.  He couldn’t fathom what was going on here.  She was blowing his mind. 

Royce had always been in control and this was a game he loved to play at these parties.  He’d always been a magnet for women and he knew it, knew how to play on a woman’s field, but now he was out of control, lost in sensations, lost in emotions, doing things he’d never done.  He was smelling her to memorize her scent, he was tasting her, savoring her and wanting to devour her. 
What was this?  
He laid on top of her, weak, drained, his body molded to hers and he didn’t want to be anywhere else but right here with her.  What was she doing to him?

“Wow,” she said as she looked at him. “Yeah, wow,” he said his face close against hers. He moved closer and kissed her gently, “Wow,” he repeated and his heart and mind were singing her name,
Joy, Joy, oh Joy! 
Once he regained himself he rolled off her and pulled the cover over them.  He lay on his back, and pulled her to him and she rested her head against his chest.  He stroked her hair and that was the last thing he remembered holding a lock of her hair in his hand.

He awoke to Patty’s voice on the intercom, “Ginger Goddess your party is waiting. Ginger Goddess your party is waiting.”

He opened his eyes and looked towards the clock.  How long had they slept?  He adjusted his sleepy eyes to read the clock,
four o’clock!
  They’d slept past two sessions!  That was unlike him; he always prepared to go all night, but Joy had wiped him out, she had spent him, he moved and then he heard the single chime of a bell.  The new session had started.  Joy stirred beneath him, “Excuse me,” he said, he moved from under her and went to the bathroom.  He wanted to use it and clean himself up a bit.  He washed his spent member, brushed his teeth so he wouldn’t have sleep on his breath.  Patty and Doug thought of everything even toothbrushes; there was a decorative canister full of new ones and a tray with soap, deodorant and toothpaste.  Once he was done refreshing himself he tossed the used toothbrush in the trash and when he came out Joy was sitting up in bed.

“Is it time to go?” She asked.  He hoped she didn’t want to leave.

“No, there’s still a couple sessions left, we can stay until six if you like,” he said and he didn’t mention,
but you can go now if you want. 
She could leave anytime she chose he knew that.

“I just wanted to clean up a bit and use the restroom,” he said.

“Oh good idea,” she said with a smile.  She got up and walked to the bathroom.  He watched her walk,
damn she was sexy
, she moved with grace and her naked behind was a plus to watch. 

He went to the tub of drinks and took out the chilling bottle of white wine and poured two more glasses.  He heard water running and he waited and waited and then she came out, naked and beautiful.

          “I poured you another glass in case you wanted it.”

          “Thank you,” she said and he handed her the glass. 

She took a chocolate covered strawberry from the tray and took a small bite. 

          “So now what do we do my blue eyed man,” she said smiling at him.

          “Well, there’s other things when you belong to a club like this,” he said smiling at her and he walked over to the tall dresser.

           “Let’s see what my dark eyed lady prefers,” he said smiling. 

She went to the bed and sat with her knees up and pulled the sheet up leaving her breast bare.  He skipped the first drawer; it was too late for a condom now.  He’d had her twice without one and he didn’t want to use a condom with her anyway.  He’d decided that the moment she took his hand and accepted him as her lover tonight that he wanted to feel her, to feel all of her.  He opened drawer number two and he took out bottles of creams, oils and lotions and held them up for her to see.

            “Oh, those would be nice, hand me one of those…anyone you like,” she said, and he handed her one of the oils.  Then he went to drawer number three and pulled out vibrators, dildos of all sizes and colors.  Joy laughed, “Oh my god, they have everything,” she laughed but she said, “I’ll try that one,” pointing to a big flesh colored dildo complete with testicles.  He smiled and moved to drawer number four where he pulled out the handcuffs, whips, scarves things like that. “Uhh no, not my thing,” she said.  He closed that one and opened the fifth and if she knew what any of this stuff was he’d be surprised, and she didn’t, “What’s that?”  She kept asking as he pulled things out, “I don’t have the slightest idea,” he kept saying and she cracked up. “Well my blue eyed man I think we got what we want, unless there’s something else you’d like to try,” she said with a questioning look as if wondering
is this when the crazy kinky shit comes out?