Taking Flight (A Devereux Novel) (27 page)

“
Right
here, thanks.”

I climbed out of the
Uber
and looked up at the condo building. It was so many
orders of magnitude nicer than the dirty building I lived in that I felt like
Cinderella coming to the ball.

“Hello miss,” said the doorman as I
walked up.

“Hi, I’m here to see Stephen Devereux?”

“You must be Liberty, he let us know
you were coming. Please, go right in and take the third elevator to the
penthouse.”

Jeez,
Stephen wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to come here and enjoy his money.

I’d expected the entrance foyer
of the building to be large and overwhelming, but instead it was cozy and
intimate. Marble floors, warm oak trim, and modern artwork contributed to a
comforting welcome—tastefully applied and expensive but not overdone.

The third elevator was off to the side
and it had no button, only a magnetic card reader. It was next to a security
desk attended by a young man in a crisp uniform.

“Hi. I’m Liberty, to see Stephen
Devereux. The doorman said to take the third elevator?”

He smiled and pressed something hidden
in his desk. The elevator door slid open. “Go right in, miss. It will take you
straight there.”

Even
the elevator is nice.
The decor matched the foyer. There were two buttons for
floors in the elevator—G and PH.

At the top, the doors didn’t open onto
a sterile shared hall like I expected, but instead gave out directly into the
apartment. Halls went in three different directions from the entrance
space—left, right, and straight ahead.

“Hello?” I called, pitching my voice to
carry as I peered down the halls. “Stephen?”

“Coming!” his voice came back. “You got
here earlier than I expected.”

He rounded a corner down the hall to
the right from what appeared to be the kitchen—the edge of a stove was
visible on the far wall. Dressed far more casually than when I’d first met him,
the jeans and light sweater he wore suited him well and did nothing to hide the
powerful lines of his body.

“Sorry, I don’t like being late,” I
said. “I didn’t mean to…”

The words trailed off as Stephen kissed
me, putting his arms around my back and pulling me up to him as my mouth opened
for his. I swam in the sensation, holding onto reality only enough to make sure
I didn’t fall as he enveloped me.

He broke the kiss before I wanted him
to, pulling back with a slight smile on his face. “I hope you don’t mind me
cutting you off, but I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I stopped kissing
you two nights ago.”

That
is damn hot.

This time I pulled him to me, my hand
on the back of his head as I showed him he wasn’t the only one who wanted more
than we’d gotten before.

Hands roamed down each other’s backs,
and I lost my breath when he palmed my ass and squeezed gently. When I slipped
my hands under his sweater intending to pull it off, he broke the kiss off
again and took my hands in his.

“Did you want a tour of the place?” His
eyes twinkled as he saw me realize we hadn’t left the entrance yet.

“Oh. Right. Yes, that would be
wonderful.” I straightened my dress and gestured him forward. “Lead the way.”

The apartment was enormous. The main
living rooms had double high ceilings with huge banks of windows that would let
in an abundance of natural light during the day. On the other side of the
apartment, the bedrooms and guest rooms and bathrooms had regular ceilings. The
reason for the discrepancy became clear when Stephen led me up a staircase in
the living room to a small balcony with a patio door.

The patio took up half the roof area, a
wide expanse with a small fire pit and seating areas, along with a cleverly
designed garden space.

“Wow, Stephen, it’s incredible!”

He looked around and nodded. “Isn’t it?
It’s funny, I always knew places like this existed, but I never thought I would
live in one. This is still new, having access to such large amounts of money.
The world is a different place when you are rich enough to do anything you
want.”

Stephen’s eyes were glowing in the
moonlight as he looked around at his residence. He had a wonder to him I’d
never seen in the wealthy bankers I served drinks to all day—it was
endearing. I grabbed his hand and stepped close to him. “Try not to lose that
feeling. I’ve seen a lot of jaded rich people in this city.”

We shared another kiss, tamer this
time, as Stephen took his time in exploring my mouth.

“Are you ready to take the photos?” he
asked. “That is why you’re here, after all.”

I smiled. It was easy to forget plans
when I was wrapped up in Stephen and enjoying his presence. He was easy to talk
to.

“Let’s do it.”

I touched up my makeup in the bathroom,
taking the time to make sure every detail was perfect. These photos would be
every agency’s first look at me—the mediocre quality of my current head
shots might be the reason I wasn’t getting any
favorable
responses to my inquiries.

Stephen had set up a studio area with
lighting and backdrops. A long, stylish couch sat crossways in the area for
something to pose on.

“Let’s start with the head shots and
get those out of the way before we move on to the shots Denise wanted for her
collection.” Stephen moved around setting up his equipment. “We’ll see if we
can’t have a little fun with that.”

The
head shots
took only twenty minutes and a few poses. I’d worn my
favorite
dress that gave me the most confidence to wear—I knew it made me look my
best. I caught Stephen’s eyes dropping to my cleavage more than once, and it
made me hot and
want
to fidget.

“Are you ready for the real shoot?”
Stephen asked. “I want to warn you—Denise only has one collection she
needs shots for, and it’s… a little revealing. If that makes you too
uncomfortable to model for me, that’s okay, I understand.”

I laughed. It couldn’t be much more
revealing than the dress I was wearing. “I’m sure it will be fine, Stephen. I’m
a grown woman.”

“You sure are,” he said, eyes trailing
down to the curve of my hips. “Follow me, I’ll show you the bedroom where the
clothes are hung up and ready to go.”

He left me in a spare bedroom and told
me to pick something out of the closet and come out when I was ready.

My mouth dropped when I opened the
door.

I pulled out a hanger. These weren’t
scandalous dresses—they were sets of lingerie! Heels in different colors
lined up along the closet floor.

Doubt filled me as I stood there with a
wisp of lace in my hands. I trusted Stephen and loved the way we got along, but
here he was setting me up to wear lingerie for him the second time we’d seen
each other.

Is
this over the top though? Last time I was upset I hadn’t invited him up to
spend the night, why wouldn’t I want to model lingerie for him?

My body, primed from the make out
sessions and flirting with Stephen, grew flush at the thought of posing in
lingerie for him. I wanted to see the look on his face when I pushed him to his
limits, drawing him under my spell. Besides, I’d be wearing lingerie and
bikinis in shoots all the time if I made it big—no sense in being prudish
in front of the camera while I still had something to prove.

I looked through the collection to get
a feel for what the options were. Some were simple bra and panty sets while
others were more involved. One appeared to be a bodysuit with wide swathes of
fabric cut out, exposing an erotically large amount of skin while still
covering the essentials and tantalizing with lace and ribbons.

I settled on a stunning red number with
straps connecting the panties to the bra, crisscrossing each other several
times in an interesting pattern. There was a cute pair of candy red heels to
wear with it. It took a long time to figure out how to put it on properly. Once
I succeeded, I spun around in front of a convenient body length mirror and
checked myself out.

Now
that is a sexy piece of clothing. I can barely resist touching myself—I
can’t wait to see the look on Stephen’s face.

A robe hung in the closet, and I almost
grabbed it to wear over top for the walk to the studio, but that would dampen
the effect on Stephen.

Buoyed by confidence from the exotic
clothing, my pace settled into a sexy strut as I walked out into the big open
studio space. Wearing sexy clothes and hot heels always filled me with power,
and the sound of the heels striking the floor in a steady staccato echoed
through the big apartment.

Stephen stood to the side looking down
at the camera in his hand. He glanced over as I walked up. “Okay, ready for…”

His mouth dropped as I continued my
walk, placing each step and rolling my hips as I went, my brunette hair falling
in a sheet that waved from side to side.

I stopped a few feet from him and
placed my hands on my hands, striking a pose with
one foot
forward.

“Does this one work?”

His camera hung around his neck,
forgotten. “I’d say it does. You look magnificent, Liberty.”

I turned around, sticking my ass out a
little. “What about the back? I couldn’t get a good look for myself, I’m not
sure if it looks right.”

I looked back over my shoulder with the
most sultry
look I could muster.

This
is fun. I should tease men like this more often!

Stephen’s eyes burned a hole in my
backside. “Careful, Liberty. I only have so much control.”

I slapped my ass gently to make it
bounce around. “Maybe I’m trying to see if I can break your control.”

Before he could do anything, I ran to
the couch and jumped on it.

“Now, how do you want me?”

He shook his head slowly, mouth
widening into a grin. “You’re something, you know that Liberty? How about you
lie on your stomach like that. Keep your legs in the air and cross your
ankles.”

The camera snapped repeatedly as
Stephen walked around me. He directed me to change positions often, and I set
my body in the
most sultry
pose I could manage,
playing with Stephen and the camera as much as I could.

“Yes, excellent, Liberty. Just like
that. Put your hand on your side and tilt your head a little. Little more…
perfect.”

Showing my body off was getting me hot.
I wanted more. Needed more.

Stephen had me on my back, one knee in
the air and the other leg straight as I reclined back and let my hair fall like
a curtain off the edge of the couch. He came in close to take a few pictures
from a foot away. There was a definite bulge in his pants, and the sight of it
snapped something within me.

“Stephen, I want you.”

I didn’t want for a response, grabbing
his arm and pulling him close.

He
didn’t bother answering me.

He set aside the camera in an instant,
and then Stephen was on top of me, pressing my body into the soft cushions of
the sofa as his mouth claimed mine.

His body ran along my full length, his
clothing contrasted with my near nakedness. His knee pushed my legs apart, and
his groin came into contact with mine through the layers of clothes. He ground
against me, and I wrapped my legs around him to draw him closer.

I moaned into his mouth at the
sensation as my hands worked underneath his sweater and shirt to lift the
annoying fabric separating us. He broke our kiss long enough to shrug it off,
tossing it to the side before pressing the hot skin of his chest against my
lace-covered breasts. The wide expanse of his bare chest was as impressive as
I’d imagined.

He lowered his mouth to my neck, making
me gasp. “Oh, fuck yes, Stephen.” My hands gripped his hair as I held him
there. His lips and tongue on my skin felt incredible—hot and wet and
wanting.

Strong hands wrapped around my back and
pulled me up off the couch. Stephen sat back on the sofa with me in his lap. I
ran my hands down his well-built chest and abs, taking in his fit body as I
straddled him.

The change in position had freed
Stephen’s hands from the duty of keeping him upright, and he took full
advantage. Within seconds my bra disappeared, freeing my breasts from their
lace prison and exposing them to his eyes.

“I’ve wanted to see these from the
night we met,” he said as his fingers traced up my ribs and circled the perky
globes, large for my small frame.

“You can do more than see them,” I shot
back as I ground myself against him.

He groaned and brought his mouth to my
right nipple, gently squeezing the flesh and caressing it as he sucked on the
sensitive skin. The stimulation sent a burst of pleasure through me and fed the
hunger growing within me. After Stephen finished laving the other
aureola
with the same attention I pushed him back against
the couch.

“Stay there,” I told him as I shifted
off his lap, sliding down his body until my knees were on the floor by his
feet.

I opened his jeans, but before I pulled
them down I put my face near his lap and looked up at him, teasing him with how
close I came to his manhood. I pulled the denim slowly down his legs,
unwrapping my present.

“No underwear, huh?” I asked him with a
smile. “Less work for me.”

I wrapped my hand around his erect
shaft and hefted it, feeling its weight. It was impressive but not scary in
size. Perfect.

I tested it with my tongue, watching
his face as I flicked up the ultra smooth skin to the tip. Stephen’s eyes
rolled back as I sucked on the end of his cock, swirling my tongue around the
head. His breathing grew heavy, which encouraged me in my quest as I took him
deeper and deeper into my mouth.

“That feels amazing,” he said, eyes
rolled back. He made sexy groaning sounds as I continued and twitched when I
did something he liked.

His hips moved up and down in sync with
my motions, and I could tell he was getting close. I sped up my efforts, trying
to bring him to the point of no return.

“Hey,” Stephen said as he grabbed me by
my shoulders and lifted. “I don’t want to come just yet.”

He leaned forward, and we kissed
deeply, tongues sparring as our passions rose even further. Blowing Stephen had
gotten me worked up, soaking the classy designer panties.

Stephen picked me up in his strong arms
and laid me back on the sofa, taking my place kneeling on the floor. Tingles on
my skin followed his fingertips as they flitted along my thighs, tracing a path
to my panty-clad pussy but veering away before they got there.

He bit the side of my calf, the
unexpected shock making me giggle. “Wow. I don’t know if anyone’s ever done
that before, that felt weird.”

Stephen held my eyes as he slowly bit
me again, this time sending a pulse through my nerves and straight to my core.
I couldn’t help but kick my leg a little in response, but he held onto the limb
as though he expected it.

He took his time exploring my feet and
legs, making his way to my inner thighs before starting back at my toes.

It was difficult to focus through the
maelstrom of pent-up energy and arousal waiting to be released. Stephen
continued to tease me, taunt me as he touched me everywhere but where I wanted
him to the most. When he kissed the crease where my thigh met my hip, I buried
my hands in his hair and tried to force his head against me.

“Uh
uh
, not
yet,” he said. He grabbed my hands and held them by the wrists, preventing me
from doing anything. He pinned them to the couch above my head and kissed me
deeply. “You aren’t ready yet.”

“You could have fooled me,” I said,
frustrated but so turned on. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this ready.”

Stephen let go of my hands but stared
at me, and I knew what
that look
meant. I kept my
hands where they were as if bound.

With a light touch, he slid the
expensive designer lace down my legs and off. He settled down between my thighs
once more, licking and nipping my skin so close I could feel his breath across
my wet pussy.

“Please, Stephen. I need to feel your
mouth on me. I want it so bad. Please.” I begged, trying to get him to succumb
to my words and give me what I needed.

The look he gave me from between my
legs was pure devil. “That’s all I wanted, to hear you beg me for it.”

His mouth closed on my hot flesh, and
my eyes rolled back into my head from the pleasure he created in me. With long,
slow licks up the length of my slit, he stirred the passions inside of me to
the point of overflowing. I’d been on the edge, teased for so long I was ready
to blow almost instantly.

“Oh, God, yes, Stephen. Don’t stop
that, keep going.” A moan morphed into a scream as he kept up the pressure. My
hips bucked against him as my muscles
spasmed
from
the wave that swamped me.

He stayed where he was while I came
down from the climax, tongue gentle against my sensitive clit. Once I’d
finished, he leaned over to his discarded jeans and pulled out a foil packet.

I watched him put the condom on in a
daze, floating in the pleasant aftermath of my orgasm and eager to continue.
Tremors still took my body here and
there,
making my
legs shake while Stephen lined himself up with my entrance.

He pushed into me, taking it slow and
easy as he waited for me to adjust to his size. It felt incredible, the slow
slide of his hard tool deep within me. Soon his hips came to rest against my
own as he seated himself to the hilt.

“Fuck,” I breathed. His lips found
mine, forming another connection between us. Our bodies pressed together,
joining as fully as possible as he moved his hips, withdrawing almost all the
way before sinking back inside.

We built a rhythm. I moved my hips in
time with his thrusts, welcoming him in every time. The sweet friction of our
bodies created sparks of pleasure and threatened to send me into another
blistering climax.

Just before I got there, Stephen
withdrew. Before I could get disappointed, he picked me up and set me on my
feet beside the couch. Our mouths met in a deep and passionate kiss that ended
when he turned me toward the sofa.

“You want me like this?” I asked as I
bent over from the waist, keeping my legs straight as I put my hands on the arm
of the couch.

“It’s like you read my mind,” he said,
unable to take his eyes from where I was bent over on display for him. “You are
gorgeous.”

His hands settled on my hips as he sunk
into me once more.
Warmup
over, we quickly built into
a fast pace. I thrust myself back against his hips, driving him deeper inside
of me, hitting a special spot I’d never felt stimulated before.

I gripped the arm of the sofa as hard
as I could to hold myself upright. The deep and steady thrusting pushed me up
the slope to another huge peak. Just as I was about to come, Stephen leaned
over my back and snaked a hand underneath me to rub small circles over my clit.

“Oh my God!” I bit my lip to cope with
the sensation as it rose around me. His other hand settled on my breast,
squeezing and rolling the nipple between his fingertips, another assault on my
senses.

His pace quickened, and when my legs
gave way and I had to rest my knees on the armrest and lean further over the
sofa he followed me down, continuing to thrust as my muscles
spasmed
around his cock.

Stephen’s groans grew louder and more
frequent, a base undertone to my own loud noises. “Damn, Liberty, I’m about to
come.”

He spanked my ass, the pain rippling
through my body and morphing into pleasure before he sunk deep within me and
stilled. I could feel the pulses as he filled the condom with his seed.

One more time his arms wrapped around
me and picked me up as if I weighed nothing, carrying me away from the studio
and toward the bedrooms. He put me down on the king sized bed in the palatial
master bedroom and lay beside me, nuzzling my neck.

“Care to spend the night? We still have
a lot of shots to do, and I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t mind if every
outfit you modeled ended like that.”

Tiredness pulled on my eyelids, but the
thought of more amazing sex was enough to rouse me. “I think I could manage
that.”

I pulled him in for a lazy, satisfied
kiss.