Текст книги "Sex by the Numbers"

Автор книги: Lynn Richards

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No. He was totally focused on her.

For now.

If she wanted him to stay awhile, she’d better find her tongue.

Oh the things she could do to him with her tongue.

“This is my first one.”

“What?” He shook his head, touching a hand to his ear indicating he couldn’t her over the music and the crowd. He leaned in closer and so did she.

Shit, he smelled good.

Emily licked her lips and felt her inner diva clap as he followed the movement with heated eyes. “My first.”

“Do you need to see my numbers, Emily?” He took the white card from his chest and laid it on the table between them. The number eighteen started up at her and for once in her life she was grateful for her size. Was it possible that this man could want a woman like her? Holding her gaze, he reached behind his back and found the other card.

A number one followed by a two. She couldn’t control the small gasp that escaped. Y-e-s-s!She’d hit the jackpot.

The heat in his eyes flared brighter. “Are you interested in finding out what goes on in those back rooms, Emily?”

Well, hell, Eric hadn’t meant to cut to the chase like that. He was usually a little smoother. But the deep vee of her blouse gave him a perfect view of her ample charms and the throb behind his zipper short circuited his normal charm.

“I’m not sure what you mean.” A small sexy frown formed between her brows and he knew the innocence he felt radiating off her was real.

“Don’t answer that yet. Let’s get to know one another a little bit first.” He knew he had to slow down even though his dick was dying from the mental strangle hold he’d put on it. Eric put a warm hand on her knee, stopping her words with a shake of his head. He squeezed the soft flesh. “Okay?”

He was overpowering, potent, sinfully male. And his virility surrounded Emily like a fog, locking her in a sensual haze that had nothing to do with the alcohol she’d consumed. An inner voice screamed loudly for her to shed her inhibitions, tamp down her fear, and follow this man wherever he led.

But what if you can’t satisfy him?

She mentally beat back her self-destructive self-esteem.

“I’d like that.” She smiled seductively and her inner diva applauded again.

For the next several minutes they exchanged the usual personal information and she learned that he owned his own construction company, was presently building his own house in the suburbs (oh my!), enjoyed sports (shocker), and had a brother named Josh. She finally gave him her last name and he rewarded her with another firm squeeze on her leg. It wasn’t her imagination when his hand landed an inch or two higher than before. She wanted Eric’s hands there – and everywhere.

“I’ve never been married but I’m a firm believer in the institution. I come from a large extended family. My parents have been married for a long time.”

Hmmm.

“Your turn.” He leaned closer, his expression full of expectation.

Emily took a sip of her drink and blinked away her doubts about attracting this man. He seemed totally interested in her. If the looks she’d caught him directing down her blouse were any indication, interested in her body as well. Hopefully his numbers hadn’t lied.

Her nipples hardened under yet another blatantly hot look. She arched her back slightly, pushing the hardened points against the silky material of her shirt. His eyes widened and a small hiss escaped from between his mobile lips.

“I’m single.” She laughed as he mouthed the word “whew” and playfully wiped a hand across his strong brow.

“I live in an apartment near the business district. I’m an only child and I’m originally from Massachusetts where my parents still live. I enjoy watching TV from the comfort of my king-sized bed and I love to cook.” She sounded like a game show contestant but grinned when his eyebrow rose at the mention of the size of her bed.

Let him think about that comment and all it could mean. Her inner diva was a little flirt with a little booze in her.

“Hey brother, aren’t you going to introduce me?”

As much as Eric loved his brother, he wished he’d just stayed away. Weren’t there enough women in the room to keep his attention?

“Emily, this is my babybrother, Josh. The one I told you about.”

Emily smiled up at a younger version of Eric. Josh was nice looking but he wasn’t manly in the sexy way that Eric was. At least not to her. But the wide smile on his handsome face had her liking him immediately.

“It’s nice to meet you, Josh.”

“It’s verynice to meet you, Emily.”

The kiss he bestowed on the back of her hand was sweet, producing none of the electrical current that Eric’s handshake had.

“She’s taken, brother.”

The sternly spoken words both shocked and pleased Emily. She’d never had a man display any type of jealousy over her before.

Josh took the comment in stride, grinning down at his brother.

“Mind if I sit down for awhile? I’m trying to get my second wind.” He didn’t wait for a response and pulled a chair out beside Eric. He lounged casually, his long legs tucked carefully to the side and out of the way of passing bodies.

“What are you guys talking about?”

He seemed oblivious to the “get lost” looks he was getting from his big brother but Emily found them fascinating. She also felt just a little bit sorry for Josh. It was clear he still had some growing up to do.

“Emily was telling me about herself.” The words unsaid were so go away and leave us alone.

Josh smiled, either ignoring or not getting his brother’s message that he wanted to be alone with Emily.

“Oh yeah? Well do go on.” He smiled at Emily and she saw Eric’s eyes narrow.

“Yes, please do go on.” Eric turned his attention back to her, ignoring Josh completely.

She looked from one to the other, caught again by the expression in Eric’s eyes. He made her feel like they were totally alone, just the two of them. She blocked Josh’s presence and concentrated on the face mere inches from her own. It wasn’t hard to do.

“I went to Catholic school in Massachusetts and after graduation, moved down here with my best friend, Jennifer, to attend college. I’m celebrating my degree in psychology tonight.” She lifted her half-empty glass in a mock salute to herself and finished the contents with a long swallow.

Eric almost swallowed his tongue. “So, umm, you were a Catholic school girl?”

Dear God, he groaned at the images that provoked. Her in a school uniform. A crisp white blouse, a tight navy blue sweater, a short blue and green pleated skirt, bobby socks and loafers. And her hair pulled back in a pony tail which he could let down with one tug of his hand.

“All the way through high school.” Out of her whole speech, that’s what he’d heard? Typical male response. She may not know a lot about men, but even she was aware of that fantasy. “I loved the uniforms. Have you ever seen one?”

She could tell by the look on his face that he had – and that he’d just imagined her dressed in one. She could get used to that look.

“Bro, she’s talking to you.” Josh hit him on the shoulder, breaking his trance. Damn he couldn’t swallow and now his poor dick couldn’t breath, trapped against his zipper as it was.

“Let’s dance.” He needed to get her to himself though he’d prefer to take her straight to her king size bed and bang the hell out of her. Then he’d undress her and make love to her the rest of the night, all the way through till morning. There was something about her that got to him. She wasn’t blatantly sexy like some of the women in the club. The ones who had dressed to kill – leather, satin, sequins. Not to slight any of them, but the room resembled a high class brothel with all the girls on display. Maybe Josh had been right, it was a sale.

For even though it was a Mandingo club where supposedly the women were there to do the choosing, it was, unfortunately, the men who chose. He was just damn glad he’d chosen Emily before another jerk had tried to hit on her.

The dance floor was crowded and Emily was glad since the limited space meant that her body was glued to Eric’s. He was big and warm, and very aroused if the length of his dick pressing against her stomach was any indicator. She really wanted this man and she didn’t want to screw up her chance of having him. But she’d never been sophisticated and said the first thing that came to her mind.

“So, do you come here often?” Emily winched as the words left her mouth. “That sounded like a really lame pick up line didn’t it?”

“Yeah, but it was cute.” His baby blue gaze twinkled down at her. “Just like you.”

Emily shook here head, denying his statement. “I’m not cute. Passable, yeah, but not cute.”

“Says who?”

“Just about every man that’s been in my life.” Why had she told him that? Maybe that last drink had been a mistake.

Eric pulled her closer, loving the feel of her soft stomach against his aching arousal. He deliberately rotated his hips into her softness, enjoying the way her lips parted at the intimate contact. “You mean the dumb asses in your past who never made you come?”

Emily gasped. “What?”

How did he know the few times she’d hooked up with someone the sex had been all one-sided? That’d she’d had to finish for herself?

Just as he’d thought. He smiled down at her, making up his mind that he’d just have to take her. He’d warred with himself since meeting her because her innocence shone like a beacon. But the image of her in a school girl uniform had put him over the edge. “A good hard pounding of your pussy will do wonders for your self-esteem, honey. And I’m just the man to do it.”

Emily tingled at the roughly spoken erotic words. Still, her sense of self-preservation wouldn’t let her grab what she wanted without a fight. “Why would you say that? You don’t know…”

Eric bent his head and nipped her bottom lip with his teeth, stopping her tirade. “Honey, if you’d had an orgasm with a man’s cock buried deep inside your steaming cunt, you wouldn’t doubt your beauty.”

She couldn’t breathe. This was all foreign to her and when faced with overwhelming feelings she did what she had always done. Retreated. Or tried to. “Maybe we should go back to the table.”

“Don’t be afraid, Emily.” Eric shook her slightly, forcing her eyes to his. “You came out tonight, to this particular place, for a reason.” He moved her deftly as another couple danced a little too close. “What did you come here for, baby? Tell me.” His breath whispered against her lips as his tongue stroked the place he nipped. He wanted her to say the words. He did not want to come out and say be fucked by a big dick, but that was the ultimate goal of most of the women in here.

Not that he was complaining After all, he had a big dick. And he certainly wanted to fuck her.

Again.

And again.

And again.

He couldn’t wait any longer. She was trembling like a leaf in the wind and he knew what she wanted even if she couldn’t say it. He steered her off the dance floor and through a doorway. The club had small alcoves – about the size of a walk-in closet – along the left hand side. Some of the small rooms had curtains pulled across the entrance indicating that a few of the ladies had decided to check out the merchandise before buying. Eric led her to one that was empty and propelled her inside. With an experienced flick of his wrist, he pulled the red velvet curtain across the opening, closing them inside.

Emily bit her lip as she watched him. She was so out of her element. And she was still slightly drunk. Which felt really good? She frowned. She should probably be writing these sensations down. The whole point of any new experience according to her psychology professors – and this certainly qualified – was to learn from it and use it to connect to future patients who might exhibit the same type of behavior.

“Why are you frowning, beautiful?” He drew a finger lightly across her forehead, smoothing away the lines.

“I’m not beautiful.”

“Yes, you are.” He spoke quietly but firmly, stating a fact. “And I’m going to prove it to you, baby.”

With his eyes on hers, he slowly unzipped his pants, revealing snug maroon boxer briefs. The cotton fabric held his straining dick against his stomach. At least it tried. The tip of his monster penis rose above the elastic edge so engorged with blood that the bulbous head was almost as dark as the fabric, He stood with his hands to his sides, seemingly at ease. But Emily could see a muscle twitch at the side of his mouth as he fought for control.

“Touch me, Emily.” His voice was deep and husky, lending to the feeling that they were alone and not mere feet away from other couples probably doing a lot more than looking too.

Suddenly, she felt very overwhelmed. Dear God what was she doing here?

Let your diva out to play, girl.The inner voice quieted her fear.

While Emily had been sheltered in her upbringing, she was a bright girl. When she wanted to learn about something, she took the bull by the horns and plunged ahead. And in her early teens, she’d wanted to know about sex. Allabout sex.

Unfortunately, she’d had no one to “plunge” ahead with.

And now opportunity was literally in front of her. She wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

As the fear seeped away, the sensations of being alone with a partially naked man that she really wanted to fuck took over. She’d never felt so electrically connected to another human being. She looked at the thick cock jutting proudly upward, begging for attention. Emily’s mouth literally watered. The man before her was so handsome. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes dark with desire.

His body hard and hers for the taking.

“Touch me, baby.”

Needing no further urging, she moved closer, her breasts almost touching his chest. Her stomach did touch his dick.

“Is this what you want?” She grinned wickedly, moving her hips lightly from side to side, creating a tiny bit of friction.

“You know what I want.” Eric’s mouth quirked upward and his blood quickened as he realized she’d let go of her doubts and was as much into this as he. “But we’ll start with a blow job.” He watched her eyes widen. “Have you ever given a blow job before, honey?”

“No.” She looked at his massive cock and licked her lips. “But I’m willing to learn.”

Eric groaned. This was going to be so good. “Get on your knees.”

His hand touched her head as she complied with his demand. He freed his cock. “Now imagine me in your pussy, honey. Make a canal for me with your hands, wrap them around my dick nice and firm and move ‘em up and down like this.”

He placed his hands over hers, showing her how to please him. “Yeah, that’s it.” His hips bucked at the feel of her soft hands against his hard length. “Now put your mouth around the tip and suck me.”

When those pouty lips touched him, Eric thought he was going to lose his load before she even got started. He’d fantasized about this from the first moment he’d seen her. When her tongue stroked his length, he groaned. The sensations as she alternately sucked, licked and squeezed his throbbing dick weakened his knees. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, she moved her hands to his thighs and deep throated him, taking most of his length. His balls slapped her chin.

“Shit honey, you’re killing me here.” He pumped into her mouth a few more times. “Use your hands again.”

She moved her hands from his thighs and wrapped them around his cock. Every time she backed off to the tip with her mouth, she pumped the hard shaft with both hands. He felt like steel over velvet. A very big piece of steel.

“That’s it.” His hips pumped furiously. “Damn, baby, your mouth is so sweet. Those lips were made for sucking cock.”

Eric threw back his head and groaned. She was certainly a fast learner. As she continued to pump him, he felt more and more of himself being swallowed, a considerable feat considering his size. She was going deeper than before. He looked down watching himself disappear inside her mouth.

“Where did you learn to do that?”

She let him slide completely from her mouth, but kept her hands pumping, up and down. Up and down. She was pumping the cum right out of him. “Practice. Lots and lots of practice.”

“I thought you said you’d never done this before.” Part of him wanted to jerk his cock at of her mouth and say never again. Her mouth would never again touch another man’s cock if he had anything to say about it.

She took her mouth from him but kept pumping with her hands and winked up at him. “I go through a lot of bananas.”

Eric wanted to laugh, but right now the most important thing – hell the only thing on his mind – was cuming. Cuming in her mouth.

Her mouth returned to his cock, swallowing the bulbous head like a pro. Seeing those perfect lips glisten as he moved in and out of her mouth had his balls tightening.

“Here it comes, baby. Here it comes.” He placed his hand on the back of her head, urging her to take all of him. To swallow every drop.

“Sweet Jesus,” he groaned, his hand gripping her, guiding her as he urged her to suck harder. Eric’s cock jerked in her mouth as his seed flooded her throat. She swallowed as fast as she could, her satisfaction when she managed to swallow every drop showing in her face. Lord, he loved a woman who would swallow.

When he was finished, he collapsed against the wall, his cock pulling from her mouth without a sound. She knelt before him, her hair in wild disarray around her shoulders. The bodice of her blouse – hell it wasn’t a blouse, she was wearing a damn corset – had worked its way down. The top of her breasts spilled out. She licked those luscious lips.

He reached down with shaking hands and pulled up his pants, fastening his zipper but leaving the button undone. He wasn’t finished by a long shot.

“Come here.” He pulled her to her feet and into his arms. “That was beautiful, honey. Just like you.” He kissed her, tasting himself on her tongue.

“Are you ready to let me show you?”

She remembered his words and her pussy flooded. “But how can you…?” She angled a glance downward and gasped. That wasn’t possible.

He was hard and ready.

“Yes, please fuck me,” she begged with a perfect pout.

Eric released his zipper, pushing his jeans to his knees. He reached for her, racking her skirt to her waist. When he realized she wasn’t wearing panties, he groaned and pushed her against the wall, lifting her so that her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. With one swift stroke he filled her. Finally he was exactly where he wanted to be.

Inside her.

The feel of her wet heat surrounding his aching dick was almost more pleasure than he could bear. He wasn’t going to last long but he wanted to please her before taking his own release. With one arm holding her in place, he pulled her top lower, releasing her abundant breasts to his hungry mouth. He made a mental note. Apparently the woman didn’t like underwear.

His mouth closed around one hard peak, then the other, suckling forcefully. There was no gentleness in this taking. He’d promised her a good banging and that’s exactly what he intended to give her. He licked the underside of each breast, then buried his face in the valley between the huge mounds. She was soft as satin and he could very well get lost in her.

Her hands threaded through his hair, and he followed her urging. Taking a turgid nipple into his mouth again he sucked the hard bud then laved the tip with his tongue. Her pussy clenched around him, squeezing his throbbing dick. He’d never felt such pleasure in all his life. He shifted one hand to her hip and, holding her firmly, began to pound her hungry pussy as he’d promised. Her whimpers of need drove him, pushing him to angle her body higher, opening her to take his full length. Damn she felt good.

When her body tensed, he soothed a hand across her hip and down one thigh. “Let go, baby. Come for me.”

With a mewling cry, he felt her come apart in his arms. Her pussy spasmed around his aching cock and he pumped one last time, emptying his seed into her hot canal.

Holy shit, that was thebest sex of his life. And it’d been against a frigging wall. He wondered with slight amusement if she might not just kill him when he got her in a bed.

He couldn’t wait to find out.

“So, a Mandingo is what? A large piece of fruit, like a banana? I really don’t get the reference.” Emily snuggled against Eric’s chest in her large king sized bed they’d moved into his brand new house. It’s where they spent most of their time and had since meeting at the club two months ago. She sighed against his firm, slightly hairy chest. A chest that was all hers.

At first she thought he hadn’t heard her. When she raised her head she found him starting down at her with a wary expression.

“What?” Why was he looking at her like that?

He burst out laughing. Huge, belly deep laughter so hard that he actually dislodged her from her very comfortable resting place. Once he got control of himself, he pulled her back against him. “You really don’t know, do you?”

“No.” She pushed her full bottom lip forward in the pouty way he found so exciting. “Jennifer wouldn’t tell me either.”

“Thank God.” He traced his thumb along her lips, pushing the tip inside for her to suck. She obeyed his silent command instantly. “Mandingo, my darling, is not a fruit. It’s…he’s…well, let me show you.”

He rose from the bed, butt naked – she’d never get tired of looking at him – and opened a drawer on his entrainment center. He pulled out a DVD and put it in the player. Grabbing the remote, he hopped back into bed, pulling her close once again.

He hesitated briefly before hitting play. He was very secure in his manhood, very secure in his ability to please this woman. And very secure in this relationship. A warm, happy feeling of contentment spread through his body. He knew his brother would call him girlie if he ever shared this moment with him – which he had no intention of doing – but it was an exceptional moment. He knew fate had intervened when he’d agreed to go to that club two months ago.

“Are we watching a documentary?” She frowned. “If they’ve made a documentary about this, it must be bigger than I thought.”

He cackled again and she pinched his nipple.

“Ouch.”

“Stop laughing at me and show me a Mandingo.”

“Yes ma’am.” Kissing the top of her head, he pressed play.

And showed his woman Mandingo.

Who inspired her in a very sexy way.