StripperwithSpice, page 16
I insert the ruddy head into my mouth to rest on my tongue. My eyes close as my taste buds jump to life. He does taste spicy-good, just as I imagined. Making a tight circle with my lips, I slide them down his shaft a few inches and stop.
“That’s it, querida. This won’t take long.”
He slips in and out of my mouth so effortlessly I hardly have to do a thing. My palms rest on the denim covering his thighs. I haven’t done this to a man in a long time and I was never much good at it. I’m also sure he’s had this done a million times by women more expert than I, but I try not to think of that. Right now he’s mine.
My nails bite into his thigh muscles as I try to take him deeper. I don’t just need to be good. I need to be the best he’s ever had. Stiff and hot, he enters my throat. I stop hearing the voices of the shoppers and the beep of a nearby cash register. Nothing but the ocean, my blood, rushes through my ears.
I freeze when my throat twitches with the first sign of rebellion. Oh great. Why not gag and look like the biggest amateur who ever lived?
He slips out immediately and strokes my hair. “Easy. It takes time to develop that skill. I’ll teach you when we have more time and privacy.”
Part of me wants to stop, but I can’t stand the thought of another abrupt ending to our pleasure. Pretty soon he won’t even bother to initiate sex with me.
“I guess I’m not very good at exhibitionism,” I say, wiping my mouth.
Carlos’ cock, slick from my saliva, still stands erect. “I guess it’s not for everybody, but I love the excitement.”
“Here’s something bigger and the underwire is stiffer too,” the salesgirl tells the woman next door. “Do you think you can handle that?”
“Give it to me,” the woman answers with conviction.
Exactly. My man asked to be satisfied and I’m going to do it, even if we’re still here when the store closes. I take his hand, pull him to his feet and sit on the bench. Without an explanation, I insert his shaft back into my mouth, but not so deep this time.
He leans his head back and groans when I scratch the hot, shaved skin of his balls with the tips of my nails. “God, yes…mis cojónes.”
“What on earth was that?” the woman next door mutters. “I swear, this world is full of perverts.”
Carlos claps a hand over his mouth, but having his cock in mine keeps me from laughing. His hips glide from side to side and in small circles. I grip them to hang on. He’s actually dancing in my mouth. His penis is here, there—everywhere—and I’m chasing it, needing this is as much—even more—than he does.
His hands open and close at his sides, signaling the pleasure coursing through him. The veins on the backs of them are as swollen as the ones roped around his cock. Then his fingertips rest on my scalp—stroking, kneading and even scratching. My clit throbs with a steady, insistent pulse, reminding me I need to come tonight too.
I dig my nails into his hips to hold him still so I can take him over the edge. Before I know what’s happening, a shudder radiates from his body to mine and the first gush of hot love-seed rushes into my mouth. His rigid belly butts the top of my head once for each spasm. I struggle to accommodate each milky jet. Holding on to his hips for support, I manage to swallow every drop.
He’s right. This is exciting. My heart pounds as if I’m doing a high-powered aerobic workout and my cunt is so tight I’m not far from coming myself. Is this how people feel after they’ve gone bungee jumping?
Breaking free, I take some much-needed breaths and lick the silky wetness from my lips.
His head droops with exhaustion as he looks into my eyes. “That was the best. My legs are so weak I don’t think I can even walk out of this store.”
The best, huh? Wow. I think this is the first time anyone has ever told me that. I’ve never been the best at anything. Janice Sullivan has always been just average. Just getting by.
A loud knock on door nearly sends me out of my skin as I scramble to my feet.
“Ma’am, you’ve been in there awhile and people are waiting. Is everything all right?”
“Y-yes,” I call out, my voice froggy with cum.
“Does it fit?”
“Like a glove,” I answer.
Carlos zips his fly before helping me get out of the lingerie and back into my clothes. I walk out first, thinking he’ll wait a bit to be discreet, but he comes out right behind me. Of course, the salesgirl is standing right there with her jaw dangling.
“Men aren’t allowed in there. It’s against the rules.”
I hope he doesn’t tell her what he thinks of her rules.
Instead he points to the blue lingerie, broken in by our lovemaking, balled in his hand. “We’ll take it.”
By the time we leave the store, we’re both laughing so hard we can barely stand.
“I bet your last shopping trip wasn’t this fun,” he says.
“Not by a long shot. Now what are you buying for your mother?”
He points to the jewelry store on the corner. “She likes earrings.”
As we walk toward it, a toddler runs across our path, falls down and cries. With the skill of a parent, Carlos kneels and reaches out to him.
“Hey, buddy. Take it easy. Where does it hurt?”
Looking at Carlos with big, bashful eyes, the boy finally points to his elbow and his sobs dissipate into sniffles.
Carlos rubs the elbow. “I have magic hands and I’m going to make it all better.”
The mother runs to her child and scoops him up. “Thanks. I can’t believe you got him to stop crying so fast.”
“I had a lot of practice with my younger siblings,” he replies as he gets up.
The woman’s eyes are a little too fixated on Carlos, so I clear my throat to remind her I’m there. After she walks away with the boy in her arms, I look at my man with new appreciation.
“She’s right. You are good with kids.”
Which reminds me I’ve never wanted them. The career was always enough…until now. Seeing him with the child reminded me of the conversation we had at the football party about houses being homes.
One minute his cock is thrusting in my mouth and the next I’m picturing having his kids. He’s too confusing for words.
Maybe looking at jewelry will distract me. Unfortunately diamond engagement rings seem to be the store’s main product and the overhead lights emphasize the dazzling sparkle. Holding my hand, Carlos gazes at a display of pearl earrings.
“What do you think?”
“They’re all nice,” I say. It’s hard to make a suggestion because I’ve never met his mother.
After the salesman unlocks the case with a jingling set of keys, he takes out the pair of pearl earrings Carlos selected, but my boyfriend’s attention has already shifted to a nearby display of sapphire studs.
“Which ones do you like?” he asks me.
I draw my hand back from the smooth glass case and step back. “Sapphire earrings? I couldn’t accept such an extravagant gift.”
The stubborn glint returns to his dark eyes. “I want to do it.”
When I point to the smallest and least expensive pair, he laughs. “You need a microscope to see those. I want everybody who looks at you to know you have a man who can take care of you.”
The salesman unlocks that case too and withdraws a pair with square-cut stones. These definitely don’t need a microscope.
“Do you like them?” Carlos asks me.
“They’re beautiful but—”
“I asked if you like them.”
I finally nod. After he pays for them, he asks me to wear them. We wait while the salesman gift-wraps his mother’s earrings.
The sight of all the shopping bags Carlos grips in his strong hands fills my body with a strange mix of helium and warmth. Every crinkling sound they emit seems to announce to the world how much he spent.
I have new clothes, lingerie, shoes and jewelry. This is all so wonderful but strange. It’s not the money that thrills me but the way he values me. He probably spent more on me tonight than his own mother.
I can’t help wondering if he’s done this for other women but I doubt it. Today I feel as though I’m the most special woman in the universe. So why does the ground seem to shift beneath my feet as if an earthquake will swallow me up?
Something this good can’t possibly be real. Isn’t his job creating fantasies? What if that’s all this is? One big cotton-candy fantasía. I don’t want my bubble to burst when I’m one hundred feet off the ground.
Uh-oh. I’m analyzing again. Maybe I need permanence more than all this stuff. Maybe receiving a box of Cracker Jacks from a man I know would be around forever would have more value, but I don’t dare tell Carlos that.
“Thank you so much for everything,” I say instead. “You really shouldn’t have.”
He stares straight ahead. “You’re not comfortable with my gifts, are you?”
“Honestly?” I look down at my feet. “No, I guess not.”
“Do you want me to return everything?”
“Of course not.” The wet thong would definitely violate the lingerie store’s return policy. “I just need to get used to it.” But if I get too used to it, I’ll miss it when it ends.
He turns and fixes me with the darkest stare yet. “Tell me, Janice. Would the gifts be easier to accept if I was older and had a traditional career?”
I don’t answer because I can’t honestly say no. Doesn’t he realize I can’t conceive of a life without regular paychecks? Luckily the salesman tells us the gift-wrapped earrings are ready. We can finally get out of here.
On our way out of the store, Carlo takes my hand as he pauses in front of a marble wall display of diamond rings. What now? This man is so unpredictable I wouldn’t be surprised to see him get down on one knee in the middle of the store just for the thrill of it.
My breath freezes in my lungs as I search for a sign of what he’s thinking. His eyes blaze with something warm and terrifying.
He wants this, I realize. He wants forever.
“They’re pretty, aren’t they?” he asks softly.
My throat is so dry it convulses when I swallow. “Yes, they are.”
But the wistful look in his eyes and the stiffness of his face tell me he doesn’t believe it’ll ever happen, at least not with me.
Without another word, we leave the store.
Chapter Twelve
When we get back to my place, Carlos asks me to try on my new outfit, including the lingerie. I blink at the full-length mirror in my bedroom. Is that sexy woman really me? Neither the unemployed Janice of my past nor the overworked Janice of my present is anywhere to be seen.
“I’ll need to wear more makeup to pull this off,” I say out loud.
Carlos appears behind me. His bare feet on the carpet didn’t make a sound.
“Do you really like it?” he asks.
I nod to the reflection of his serious face in the mirror. Shouldn’t he be trying to strip me now? Our somber mood, worse than a black cloud, has followed us from the mall.
“Do you want me to spend the night?” he asks.
“Of course.”
I watch his image in the mirror as he strips down to his underwear and slides under my covers. Warmth flares inside my cunt, reminding me I haven’t climaxed tonight. Carlos doesn’t look as if he’s in the mood though. Why couldn’t I be more appreciative of his generosity? We should be having wild sex right now. He treated me like a queen at the mall and I wasn’t even grateful.
Lying on his back, he gazes at me as I undress. I put on my cotton panties and the simple nightgown I usually sleep in. When I pull back the covers, it’s as if I’m getting into bed with a stranger.
Pulling up the covers, I lie next to him and he puts his arm around me.
“Tell me what it was like,” he says quietly.
“What which was like?”
“Your hard times. Being unemployed.”
Staring at the ceiling as he does, I expel a breath. “I’d rather not remember.”
His hand finds mine under the sheets and clasps it. “I think you need to.”
He’s right. My past is lying between us in this bed and I can only get rid of it by facing it.
“All right.” I take a deep, fortifying breath. “I had a wonderful job for years. I guess it made me complacent.”
“What was wonderful about it?”
I begin by telling him the company’s philosophy of having a well-balanced life and how my contributions were appreciated. My words are as halting as a cold engine at first but gradually come to life.
“It was like one big family.”
“What was the worst thing about it?” he asks next.
It takes me awhile to think of something. “I guess it got a little boring sometimes. I enjoyed my time off so much, though, I’d take it back in a heartbeat.”
“Did you get laid off?” Carlos’ fingers gently stroke mine, coaxing out an answer.
I nod. “I thought it would be easy to get another job, but I was wrong. My skills got lax at the old job. The economy is bad so it’s very competitive out there. Being over forty doesn’t help either.”
“What did you do?”
I squeeze his fingers, needing his strength to open the box of bad memories I’ve locked away. My other hand, unoccupied, digs my nails into my palm.
“Spent all my time on the job search while I lived on unemployment. When that ran out, I lost my apartment. I had to move in with some weird old bat I found from an ad in the paper. Cat poop everywhere. Had to hock stuff, including my college ring. The only job I could get was the night shift at a…fast food place. My great credit score…got wrecked…all to hell.”
Although my voice had started strong and steady, it broke into a bunch of holes toward the end as if it were a piece of Swiss cheese.
My head thrashes on the pillow. “I’d see homeless people on the street wondering…wondering when will I be next? Knowing it would…kill me.”
Pulling my hand out of his, I lurch into a sitting position and press my forehead to my knees. Crap. I have a gorgeous man in my bed and I’m bawling as loud as a baby. Even worse, I can’t seem to stop.
The old fears have such a strong grip on me I barely feel Carlos’ arms around me, pulling me down to lie next to him face-to-face. His strong, cuddling embrace absorbs the sobs that rack my body with no signs of stopping. Time slows down, so I have no idea how long I cry.
By the time my cries turn into hard breaths and then slow ones, my face is drenched with tears and his chest is also wet with them.
“I’m sorry,” I say, hiccupping.
“Don’t be sorry,” he whispers, kissing my forehead.
“I feel so weak.”
“You’re not weak.” He kisses my cheek next. “You’re strong.”
I wipe my face. “I usually keep this under control.”
His gentle lips move to my chin and kiss that too. “Maybe you needed to let it out.”
I move my mouth to his, needing his kiss right now more than oxygen. He strokes my hair as his lips open to mine. They taste of the emotions I just shared with him.
When my fingers grip his bare shoulders, it’s as if I’m hanging on to the side of a mountain with danger below my feet. Now that my mouth has touched his, I can’t stop kissing him. As long as our bodies are connected, nothing bad can ever happen again.
His tongue sweeps inside me, clearing away doubts and fears and replacing them with warmth and caring. My pulse speeds up. Our bodies shift in directions I can’t even track. I barely notice when Carlos pulls off his briefs and fumbles in the nightstand drawer. The only connection that matters is our mouths. Gentle but insistent hands undress me and spread my thighs. My pussy lips, wetter now than my eyes, open with need.
I need this man. I need him as I’ve never needed anything.
When he leaves my bedside—tonight, tomorrow morning or ten years from now—I’ll die. I’ll simply die.
Oh! Now we’re connected in a place even more powerful than our lips.
His cock is warm and reassuring inside me, hugging me from the inside as his arms do outside. Each movement is a slow rise to the crest of the mountain and back down, gentle as a breeze.
So tender. So sweet. God, what a wonderful man. We’ve never done it this slowly. Up to now, we’ve just had sex. This is making love.
His arms encircle my torso and pull me close until we’re lying on our sides. My thigh finds it way over his hip. Each muscle Carlos tightens relaxes one of mine. The strong embrace cushions me with a safety I’ve never felt before.
While he moves inside me, our mouths part, but our eyes keep the other connection going. Those dark eyes that have always haunted me stare into my mind and heart, probing close to my soul.
My eyes burn. The muscles in my eyelids twitch. I must look away. Keep myself separate but I can’t.
We move again, turning to the other side but never losing contact where our pulsing hips join. When his lips claim mine again, I close my burning eyes in relief. My breath falters from the kissing and yet the air I do breathe is the clearest my lungs have ever tasted. His breath fills me. Accidentally? Don’t know. Don’t care. I breathe it in.
Our bodies don’t stay in one position long. The room lurches when I find myself upright again, my arms and legs wrapping around Carlos as he sits on his haunches and rocks his shaft into me. He dances, rotating us into space. While my head swims in a haze from our constant movement, I’m aware we’ve accelerated all along. We’re flying now.
The mountain is still there, but we’re not standing on it anymore. Blue sky. Crisp air. Carlos’ hot cock plunging inside me, keeping us aloft. Me hanging on, trusting him not to drop me.
His forehead is hot and slick with sweat against mine. So are our bellies as they slap together with an unstoppable fervor. The scent of our wet musk hangs around us in a damp cloud amid creaking bed springs and rustling sheets.
After more restless movements, my body is horizontal again. How did I get on my back? Before I can adjust, purposeful hands grip my ankles, upending me and spinning the room out of focus. My knees come to rest near my armpits while my pussy opens wide, split and completely exposed.
