Текст книги "Blindfold Vol. 1"
Автор книги: M. S. Parker
Соавторы: Cassie Wild
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He moved carefully as he climbed onto the bed next to me, settling about halfway. Despite his previous words, I suddenly felt self-conscious about my breasts. Lying flat on my back, no matter how firm they were, made them seem smaller. Before I could overthink, however, Cade was tipping the glass and I gasped as a small amount cold liquid splashed across my breasts.
“What...?” I started to sputter half a dozen questions and push myself up.
“Stop.”
I froze, my body automatically obeying the quiet command.
“Lay back down.”
I did as I was told, shivering as the now-damp bedspread came in contact with my back.
“Trust me,” Cade said. “You'll enjoy this. Just relax.”
I flinched as another splash of champagne came down on my breasts. My nipples hardened even more, pale pink points jutting up from my flesh. The liquid ran down between them as Cade moved the glass down, spilling the expensive drink on my stomach and letting it pool in my bellybutton.
“Spread your legs.”
Fuck. My stomach flipped as I parted my legs. I watched, knowing what was coming next, but still unable to completely prepare myself for the contact. I gasped as the champagne ran down my slit, coating my lips, beading in the thin layer of dark curls that I kept neatly trimmed. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before, tingling against my sensitive skin.
Once the glass was empty, Cade set it aside and looked down at me. I had a pretty good idea what he was going to do, but my heart still raced with anticipation. He lowered his head and began to circle my breast with his tongue. His lips joined in, cleaning every inch before taking my nipple into his mouth.
I cried out at the heat contrasted with the cool of my skin, then again as he began to suck. Each pull was slow and deliberate, as if he designed each one specially to send a jolt of pleasure straight through me. When he released my nipple, I made a noise of protest, but then he was moving across the valley between my breasts and starting over, first licking the drying champagne, then sucking on my nipple until I was shaking.
He sat up slightly, a curious expression on his face. I wondered what he was thinking, but didn't ask. My arousal was more important than my wanting to know. When he moved to kneel between my legs, he handed me a pillow and instructed me to, “Watch.” I propped myself up, just enough to see what he would do next, curiosity and desire mixing to heighten my anticipation.
I'd never wanted to watch before, satisfied just to have Ronald go down on me. Those times had been few and far between, a reluctant act brought about by his inability to make me come any other way. Not that he managed to do it orally, I thought wryly. I’d just assumed I was broken, one of those women unable to have an orgasm very often. I’d fooled myself into believing that the physical closeness of sex was enough.
But now, as this man hovered over me, I knew this time would be different and my back arched at the thought.
He leaned over me, working his way down my stomach to my bellybutton. I laughed as he lapped up the liquid there, his tongue teasing a part of me that was extremely ticklish. He smiled, lingering a bit longer until I was gasping for air.
While I caught my breath, he stretched out between my legs, settling with his arms underneath my thighs, his hands resting on my hips. When I looked down at him, our eyes met and I knew that's what he'd been waiting for. He wanted to see my face when he did this. He didn't break eye contact as he pressed his mouth against me.
My hands fisted in the bedspread as his tongue cleaned every last drop of champagne before dipping between my folds to get what was now mixed with my own arousal. I cried out as his mouth found my clit, his tongue working over the little bundle of nerves until I was sure I was going to explode.
A finger slid inside me and my body jerked. Then he curled it, pressing against something that sent white-hot pleasure coursing through me. His lips closed around my clit and he gently sucked on it, making me cry out. My eyes rolled. It was too much. Tears ran down my cheeks as my body shook. I needed him to stop, but I never wanted it to end. Then, his finger was gone and his mouth moved. My muscles twitched and I felt his hands on my legs, slowly moving up and down, soothing me through the most intense orgasm I'd ever had.
When I was finally able to force my eyes open, I looked up to see him watching me and I flushed with embarrassment.
“There's nothing as beautiful as watching a woman come,” he said, pushing himself up off the bed to stand.
“What was that?” I had to ask. His eyebrows went up and I quickly clarified so he didn't think I was a complete idiot. “I've had orgasms before, but nothing like that.”
A look of understanding crossed his face. “A lot of women haven't had a g-spot orgasm before.” He gave me a cocky grin. “It's one of the reasons I learned how to do that.”
“Wow.” I let out a breath. I'd heard of it before, of course, but it had always seemed so elusive. Something women like Adelle and Mindy talked about when they discussed the positives and negatives of certain lovers.
“We're not done yet,” Cade said.
My stomach clenched at his words and I watched as he slowly lowered the black boxer briefs that appeared to have grown tighter since I'd taken off his pants earlier. I swallowed hard as the rest of his body came into view. He had a thin trail of black curls under his belly button, but the rest of him was either clean-shaven or waxed, leaving nothing hidden. If I hadn't been so distracted by his body, I might've worried that I should've shaven too, but as it was, the only thing I could think about was that long, thick piece of flesh curving up toward his beautifully defined abs.
Even though I only had Ronald for personal comparison, Adelle and Mindy were open enough about their sex lives that I knew my ex-fiancé had been average in length but a bit on the thin side. Cade was longer than Ronald by about two or three inches, but it was his thickness that made me wonder if he would fit inside me. He was easily twice as big around as Ronald, nearly three times at the base.
Cade ran his hand over himself, his hand moving up and down in an almost hypnotic rhythm. I licked my lips, wondering if I'd get the chance to taste him like he'd tasted me. I wasn't a big fan of giving head, but I didn't detest it either. Then he was rolling a condom over his cock and my heart skipped a beat.
“Spread your legs.” Cade gave the command again.
I hadn't even realized I'd closed them, but I opened them, never taking my eyes off of that thick shaft.
“Trust me,” Cade said as he climbed onto the bed. He knelt between my legs and gripped my hips, lifting them so that my ass rested on his muscular thighs. His cock brushed against my lips and I shivered. “Relax. I promise to go slow.”
I nodded, still not looking at his face. His finger hooked my chin and raised my head.
“Aubree, what do you want?”
“You,” I answered automatically. “Please, Cade.”
He nodded and let me drop my gaze so I could watch as he slid the head of his cock inside me. My eyelids fluttered. Fuck, if just the tip felt that good, I didn't think I'd be able to deal with the rest of him. Cade reached out and took my hands, threading our fingers together as he began to move forward. He did as he'd said and moved slowly, stretching me inch by agonizing inch.
I moaned as he filled me, his cock rubbing against my walls with each bit of forward progress. Then his dick pressed against the same spot his fingers had earlier and I gasped, my back arching from the bed. The sudden movement pushed him deeper and I cried out. He stopped, giving me a moment to adapt. My fingers tightened around his as my body tried to process the burn of being stretched too fast with the pleasure of everything else.
“I'm okay,” I finally said. My eyes flicked up to his face and he nodded.
By the time he was completely inside of me, we were both panting, muscles straining. I was torn between wanting him to fuck me hard and fast to quench the fire burning inside me, and needing him to take it slow. I didn't know what to do, and so left it to him.
With careful deliberation, Cade pulled back, then moved forward. The stroke was slow, but steady and without pause. By the third one, any discomfort I'd previously felt was gone, lost in the delicious friction of his body inside mine. After another dozen or so, he shifted, leaning forward slightly as he released my hands. The base of his cock rubbed against my clit, sending new pleasure coursing through me.
“Yes!” I cried out. I slid my hands up his arms as he rested most of his weight on his hands. “Oh fuck.” I could feel my climax approaching, something weighted and intense.
“Are you ready to come?” Cade asked.
I squeezed my eyes closed as I nodded.
“Look at me,” he ordered. “Look at me, Aubree.”
I opened my eyes and met his. I felt his hips flexing against my thighs as he began to move faster. His thrusts were deep, reaching parts of me I hadn't known could be reached. Each one took me closer to the edge. And then I was going over, calling out his name as I clung to his arms.
My back arched and my head tilted back. I couldn't keep looking at Cade. There were too many sensations to take in. My body had a mind of its own, every nerve singing, each cell on fire. I was coming and he was still fucking me. His cock pushed through my spasming pussy, sending new waves of pleasure crashing over me, pulling me under before I could come up for air. I wasn't sure if it was multiple orgasms or just one very long one, but I rode it.
After what felt like years of ecstasy, Cade drove deep, pinning me against the bed. I could feel him swell even more inside me and his body tensed. He groaned as he came, grinding down against me until I was writhing, needing to get away from the friction and pressure. And then he was pulling out and rolling onto his back.
My pussy twitched, suddenly empty. My legs fell apart, leaving me splayed across the bed, exposed, but I couldn't muster enough energy to move.
“Wow.” I managed to say as I got my breath back. “I never...I mean...Just, wow.”
Cade didn't say anything. It took more of an effort to roll over than I'd anticipated, but I managed to get myself onto my side and face him.
“Thank you,” I said. “I hadn't know it could be like this.”
He turned his head to look at me.
“My former fiancé, Ronald, he was the only person I'd ever slept with, and it was nice, but never like this.” I wanted to reach out and touch Cade, take my time and explore those muscles with my fingers and my mouth. I glanced down at where his cock lay against his thigh, spent. And there was something else I wanted in my mouth.
Cade smiled at me and stroked my hair, gazing into my eyes. Then he blinked and the moment was over. He sat up and climbed off of the bed, pulling off the condom and tossed it into a nearby trashcan. “Do you want to use the shower first or would you prefer just to get dressed and shower back your own place?”
I wasn’t sure what to say; I was surprised at the abrupt end to the evening. Then again, I could understand him wanting to make sure I wasn't angling to spend the night. Sure, he'd initiated things, but there hadn't been any commitments made. A line needed to be drawn, and this was it. I understood.
“I'll clean up a bit, but I'll wait to shower until I get home.” As I stood, I was surprised by the ache between my legs. Cade hadn't even been close to rough, but I'd be feeling him for the rest of the weekend. The thought made me smile as I picked up my clothes and walked into the bathroom.
By the time I came out, Cade was dressed as well. That surprised me. I'd thought he'd shower and stay here, leaving me to get home on my own. Instead, without a word of explanation, he put his hand on the small of my back and went with me down to the lobby and then outside where he hailed me a cab.
He opened the door, but grabbed my hand before I could get inside. “Until next time.” He gave me a dazzling smile and squeezed my hand.
Our gaze held for a moment and then I climbed into the cab and he closed the door behind me. I watched him walk back toward the hotel doors, admiring the view until he disappeared from sight. Then, as the cabbie drove me home, I pulled out my phone. It was midnight, but I knew Adelle would want to hear how my date went. Plus, I wanted details on how she knew him and what she thought about me seeing him again.
The call went straight to voicemail and I scowled. I should've known. It was a Saturday night. If Adelle's phone was off, it meant she was busy. I'd have to wait until morning.
At least I knew I'd sleep well tonight. My body was in that relaxed, boneless state that only occurred after a toe-curling orgasm. I smiled, I least that’s what I’d always heard. Tonight I got to experience it. Maybe I'd be lucky and the events of the night would make an appearance in my dreams. I could do with reliving that.
Chapter 9
His hands were on my breasts as I rode him, his fingers rolling and pulling on my nipples until I had to beg him to stop. But he didn't and I found that the pain and pleasure mixed, building into an orgasm that would make me scream...
A shrill tone cut through my dream before I could reach the end. I swore silently as I reached out and grabbed the phone. I squinted at the clock as I answered, ready to cuss out whoever had just woke me up at seven-thirty on a Sunday morning.
“How was it?”
I sighed. I couldn't get mad at Adelle. Plus, I'd asked her to call. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
“Come on, Bree, spill.”
“It was amazing,” I admitted, giggling like a school girl. “At first, I wasn't so sure, because he was kind of being a douche, ordering for me and stuff, but once we got to talking, we hit it off.”
“I knew it.”
As my brain fully woke, I remembered what should have been the first thing I'd said to her. “Adelle, did you know he was my mystery man?”
There was a pause and then a gasp. “The one from the bar with Steven? No fucking way!”
She wasn't pretending. She really hadn't known.
“I guess that means I don't have to ask if you thought he was hot,” she teased.
“No, you don't,” I said. I closed my eyes, remembering. “Shit, Adelle, he was even more gorgeous than I'd realized. That body... it just all seemed too good to be true. A random meeting and then an even more random second meeting. The fact that we actually ended up liking each other... it's like fate.”
“And the sex?”
“It was fantastic.” I paused, and then asked, “Wait a minute, how do you know we had sex?” Had I been that obviously desperate that she assumed I'd fuck whatever hot guy she sent my way?
“Come on, Bree. How do you think?” She laughed. “A great fuck was the entire reason I wanted you to date my guy in the first place. When you want something done right, hire a pro. Cade's a gigolo, Bree. A professional escort and lover. A damn expensive one, but worth every penny. Consider it an early Christmas gift. Surprise!”
Chapter 10
Cade Shepard
I grimaced as I pulled off the used condom and tossed it into the trashcan next to the massive king-sized bed where a curvy blond was currently sprawled. She was still coming down from the last orgasm I'd given her, her massive breasts heaving with every deep breath she took.
I looked away as I shoved a foot through the leg of my briefs, being careful to not look like I’m bolting from the room even though that’s exactly my plan. It was always best to be up and getting dressed before the woman got the mistaken idea that I was going to stick around and cuddle. I didn't do that, not even when they begged for 'extra time.'
Most people assumed that someone in my line of work would do anything for money. That wasn't the case with me. I didn't really care what people think. If they weren’t in my line of business, they’d never really understand what I did.
I offered a service to the lonely and rejected women who thought they weren't good enough, the neglected ones whose husbands or boyfriends either didn't care enough or were unable to fulfill their needs. And I didn't just mean a good fuck. Any man who gave a damn could get a woman off. Me, I did more than that. I showed them how to enjoy sex in ways they'd never dreamed possible. I taught them to surrender their thoughts, their beliefs and judgments… and just feel.
Some women came to me because they had insatiable appetites for sex and thought they wanted someone to basically fuck them senseless. I knew better. There’s always an underlying need underneath the bravado and I had an innate talent for knowing what a woman needed. Not just sexually, but emotionally as well.
Not that I got all touchy-feeling. I don’t do emotion. I don’t believe in that shit. Sure, there's the basics of happiness, sadness, anger… but when it came to the whole notion of romance and love, that's where I drew the line. Romance was fine if it led to sex, but the idea of love was a joke. I'd learned that years ago.
In the almost ten years I'd been doing this, I'd had plenty of women tell me that they were falling in love with me. That was always where it ended. I didn't mind repeat dates, but I didn't need the headache of someone thinking this was anything more than a mutually agreeable transaction. Sure, it was a transaction I enjoyed, but that's all it ever was.
I felt the blonde’s eyes on me as I buttoned my pants and then picked up my shirt. I had a bad feeling I was going to need to have that talk with this one. I'd seen Stella three times before, including once when I'd gone with her to the opening of an art museum. We'd fucked in the bathroom there because she’d wanted something daring. Tonight, she'd brought me back to her place instead of a hotel, and that was usually the first warning signal that a woman was going to try to get possessive.
Once I finished dressing, I picked up the cash from the bedside table and shoved it into the pocket of my perfectly-tailored suit pants. “Thank you for a lovely evening,” I said with a polite smile and a quick wink to soften the rejection. “Until next time.”
I left before she could ask if I wanted to spend the night. While annoying at times, having women wanting more of me just meant I was doing my job well. I grinned. Of course, the multiple orgasms generally told me the same thing. Nothing was as satisfying as hearing some high-society, well-educated woman screaming for me to fuck her harder.
I flagged down a cab and climbed in the back, giving the cabbie the address of my loft. I never understood why everyone looked down on people like me. I was better at my job than most people were at their mundane office work or retail sales. Hell, I did more good for women with my cock than half the psychologists and medical doctors ever could with all their drugs and therapy and procedures. Why should someone pay a shrink for a pill when they could get a ten-inch dick and a man who knew how to use it? I was a teacher, date, counselor and fuck buddy all in one, and worth every damn penny.
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MS Parker
M. S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection.
Living in Southern California, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing on her next spicy romance.
Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor or author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn’t retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call for her to appear on Dancing With The Stars.
When M. S. isn't writing, she can usually be found reading– oops, scratch that! She is always writing.
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Cassie Wild loves romance. Every since she was eight years old she’s been reading every romance novel she could get her hands on, always dreaming of writing her own romance novels.
When MS Parker approached her in the spring about co-authoring the Serving HIM series, it didn’t take Cassie many seconds to say a big yes, and the rest is history.
