StripperwithSpice, page 7
But he knows I can’t now. A ravenous hunger much stronger than I has taken over my body. If I don’t quench it, it’ll torment me for the rest of my life.
I must have this man.
The sound of my pants unzipping fills me with liquid heat. He shoves my jeans down to my knees, lifts me, as if I’m a toy and places me on the bed. Then he stands to the side of it and burns me with his smoldering, dark gaze. I look down, wondering what he’s staring at.
“That thong is even sexier than your bra. I love the way the black-and-gold lace looks across your pussy.”
He unbuttons the rest of my blouse, sliding the silky halves across my torso. When he traces his fingers down my bare belly, I shiver with pleasure so hard the king-sized bed squeaks. Sighing, I melt into the mattress and row of soft, white pillows behind my head where Carlos’ mesquite scent blends with freshly laundered cotton.
He chucks off his vest and lets it drop on the floor, the sound barely audible against the carpet. The part of me that would rush to hang it in the closet is strangely absent. I must have the same effect on him. A door closes softly down the hall—too far away to matter.
While he leans over me, close enough to brush my face with his quick breaths, I touch him too, letting my fingers flow over the hills and valleys of his warm, muscled flesh. Is this a biceps or a deltoid? Although the formal names for them escape me, they all feel wonderful.
I even stroke the pad of my forefinger across the tattoos that fascinated me from the beginning. Their swirling, black shapes make him look raw and a little dangerous. I’d love to stare at them while he fucks me.
If I go through with this, it’ll be the wildest thing I’ve ever done.
I watch as his fingers skate over the triangle of lace at the apex of my thighs and tug it aside, revealing the thin strip of hair above my bare clit. Cool air grazes my exposed flesh. The sensation of my denim jeans bunched around my knees makes me feel naughty, as if we’ve grabbed a quickie on the elevator.
“You’re shaved.” A slow smile spreads across his face. “I really like that.”
Now I realize I shaved myself for this moment. Seeing the raw lust on his face makes all the cursing and wrestling I did with that razor worth it.
“I can’t decide which I want more, to fuck you or run my tongue all over that bare pussy.”
The thought of his mouth on me tightens my swollen labia. My breath suspends in my chest when he slides a fingertip over my wet clit and into the furled lips below. His finger disappears to the knuckle as the air around us fills with the scent of my need. I close my eyes, thrusting against his slow, sensual strokes.
“I wish I had enough time to give you multiple orgasms,” he says, sliding his finger ever deeper.
I moan, incapable of speech. When he pulls off my shoes, then pants the rest of the way and leaves them at the foot of the bed in a heap, my bare thighs tremble and splay open. He takes off his pants too, revealing his black briefs again. I admire how the clingy fabric hugs the ridge of his cock and even outlines the head.
My cunt has been burning with outrage since he stopped touching me. His breath hisses when I palm his underwear, cupping his balls and moving over the length of his shaft. He shoves down the briefs low enough to expose his cock.
It’s just as beautiful as the rest of him as it points toward me. He’s shaved too, revealing every bit of rigid, tan flesh and high, tight balls. He’s the perfect size for me and the flared head looks as if it’s been sculpted by the same artist who created his muscles.
The mesquite scent that’s been teasing me all night combines with the aroma of his musky arousal in a powerful mixture that hardens my clit into a granite pebble. I grip his shaft and stroke it. My efforts redden the head and produce a clear drop of fluid on the tip. The muscles tighten all over his body. I know if I touch him too much, he’ll explode. When he does, I want it to be inside me.
“This is your last chance to say no, Janice.” His voice is softer than before but much hoarser.
“I need you, Carlos.”
The tension in his body now is so strong he trembles with it. He pinches his lips together, making them pale for a moment. “Are you sure? I don’t want to make you unhappy.”
I grip his cock harder, probably too hard. “I’m sure. I need you. I need you to fuck me.”
A cryptic smile flits across his lips, even now. “You won’t regret it.”
He pulls off his briefs and gets a condom packet out of one of the nightstands. I notice his hands tremble as he opens it. Do I really make such a confident hunk nervous? The thought fills me with power. He makes quick work of unrolling the bright-red condom down his erection.
Finally getting on the bed, he squats between my knees. My mouth and pussy both water for the red shaft just waiting to pierce me. Without a word, he lowers himself over me, supporting his weight on his left elbow. To my surprise, he looks into my eyes and strokes the side of my cheek with this right hand. It’s almost as if he cares about me. Why not pretend he does?
This is a one-night stand, I remind myself. His tender gesture can’t possibly mean anything except he’s as caught up in the moment as I am. But wouldn’t it be nice if we were in a relationship and he gazed at me that way every day before we had sex? With this man I’d definitely have sex at least once a day…
He looks down and so do I as his cock enters me with agonizing slowness, as if I’m a fragile virgin. I realize, too late, that we forgot to take my thong off. The lace triangle rides up and to the side. It’s been so long since I’ve done this my body barely lets him in. Maybe it knows something I don’t. After all, I could get hurt this way.
After several long, delicious moments, he’s inside me to the hilt.
“You’re so tight. I really like that too.”
He stops.
The only movement in our bodies is our breathing and our pulses, which are both much faster than normal. He feels so damn good. The length of my core stretches around him and squeezes him in return.
Surprising me again, he brushes the hair back from my forehead. “Stop thinking.”
“I’m not—”
“Yes, you are. I can tell. Let go.”
I nod, frantically grasping his shoulders as he pulls out of me. Don’t leave! Not yet. He enters me again, faster and harder this time.
“Aah!” I cry out from the exquisite sensation.
My hands skate from his shoulders down his arms. His tattoos remind me I’m not with a typical boring analyst. I’m with a hot young stud in the prime of his life.
Am I really being fucked by a sexy male stripper? This can’t possibly be real. I must be having a scorching-hot dream. Each thrust of his lean, flexing hips drives me deeper into the soft bed and further into oblivion.
“Do you like this, querida?”
Nodding again, I release the breath I’ve been holding. Hearing his sexy foreign endearment hastens me toward the edge. My shaved pussy feels each kiss of the slick condom as it slides inside me. As if awakened from a deep sleep, the walls of my cunt come alive—tingling, burning and swelling until they almost hurt.
Carlos smiles. I guess he’s finally sure I won’t say no. We’re both in this now until we come. The smile fades as his jaw sets with determination. Leaning on his outstretched arms as if doing a pushup, he rotates his hips. As a result, the firm head of his cock penetrates me at different angles, firing nerves I didn’t know I had. Mercy, he’s dancing inside me.
“Mmm,” he moans. “You feel so goddamn perfect.”
Without thinking, I dance too—meeting his decadent thrust one time and dodging it the next. The bed I’m lying on is no longer flat. As he pierces me from one angle to another, it moves as if I’m on a ship. The entire room is riding hard right along with us.
Radiating from my core and clit, pressure builds inside me. It swells my breasts and even pushes behind my eyes. I’m one of those seeded dandelion heads. One puff and I’ll shatter into the wind. As if someone flipped a switch, a constant keening sound now spills from my throat.
He slows down and frowns. “Are you all right?”
“No.”
“Good.” Smiling again, he picks up the pace.
My head whips from side to side. “This is…the best…the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Good. I’m glad you’re enjoying our little game.”
His words remind me of the situation. When our two hours are up, it’s goodbye. Did I decide that or did he? I grip his shoulders with my hands and his hips with my thighs. No sane person would let something this good go.
“Stop thinking.” He kisses the side of my neck. “Come for me.”
Returning my mind to the drumbeats of pleasure pounding through me, my belly tightens. Each scrape of his hardness is exquisite torture. I want to bottle up this feeling to save it forever, but it passes too quickly. I’m climbing, climbing…
Breathing hard through his mouth, he slides a hand between our damp, straining bodies and thrums my clit back and forth with one finger. My steady climb takes a giant leap to the summit. The climax shakes me as if I’m a rag doll.
“Oh God.” Half screamed and half sobbed, the words are torn from me.
My upper body writhes against the bed while Carlos’ cock, still inside me, anchors my lower body. I’m completely out of control. My arms fly out and hit his with a violence that shocks me. It’s a good thing I can’t injure myself with soft pillows around me.
“That’s it, Janice,” he whispers. “Come all over my bed.”
The aftershocks of my orgasm continue with strength of their own, fueled by the hardness of his cock still lodged deep inside my cunt. My nails dig into the muscles of his arms. The solidness of them is the only thing keeping me from flying into the abyss that threatens to suck me away.
As soon as I realize he hasn’t come yet, he drives into me harder and faster than he ever has before. He must have put his own pleasure aside to be sure I had mine. Every tan muscle glows with sweat. Even his dark hair is damp and tousled across his forehead. He’s ten times more gorgeous in motion than he is standing still.
He winces and his entire body jerks the bed with force. Wanting to please him the way he pleased me, I squeeze his cock with every internal muscle I have. With a giant thrust, he collapses on top of me. I feel the small spasms inside me while he fills the condom with ejaculate.
Wonder and magic tingle through my blood. This is no sleazy one-night stand. Even though it’ll kill me to say goodbye, the opportunity to share this is a gift I’ll never forget.
Our arms slide around each other and our heads end up ear-to-ear. That’s fine with me because I don’t have the strength to look at him right now.
“Did you enjoy it, Janice?”
“You have to ask?”
“I would have done more moves on you if we had more time.”
I assumed he’d try a variety of positions and regale me with sexual gymnastics, but I’m glad he didn’t. The missionary position made it more real somehow.
After pulling out of me, he leans to the side and props his head on his hand. I study his face, touching the scar near his eye I’d seen in the picture.
“How did you get that?”
He grabs my hand a little too fast and kisses it. “That little scar? Roughhousing when I was a kid.”
Stop asking such nosy questions, Janice. This is just a one-night stand, remember?
“We have a little time left.” He kisses my hand again and lays it on the pillow. “What do you want to do now?”
I clear my throat. “This is where we part ways.”
My eyes grow heavy as if they’re filled with water. If I’d known how hard it would be to end it, I never would have agreed to this. He’s in my soul now.
“Stay.” His hand brushes the tops of my breasts, not with passion but caring. “I don’t have to work tomorrow. We could have dinner. Take our time in bed.”
When I sit upright, my head feels light. My blood still lingers in other places.
“I do have to work tomorrow.”
With a fingertip, he traces a circle around my nipple without touching it. “Call in sick. Let’s have all night and another day together.”
The warmth pooling in my breast glues the thought to my mind for consideration. As if an electric buzzer stings my butt, I jump off the bed and grab my pants.
“When I make an agreement I stick to it, Carlos.”
He sits up and winks at me. “Breaking the rules is more fun.”
Which is exactly why this would never work. He’s young, passionate and impulsive. I’m the complete opposite.
Hanging his head, he sighs. “All right. Let’s get cleaned up and say goodbye.”
I use the bathroom first, shocked by how wanton I look in the mirror. Not only is my makeup smeared and every hair out of place, I have the eyes of a woman who’s just had her deepest desire satisfied.
Did I really just have sex with a stranger?
When I’m done, I wait for him in the chair I sat in earlier. He emerges from the bathroom in a clean white tee shirt and shiny black jogging pants. He picks up his phone from the dresser, enters something and hands it to me. I take it, seeing an empty phone number box under the name Janice.
“Enter your number.”
I stare at the box. “I can’t.”
The corner of his mouth twitches. “It would make it a lot easier to call you if you did.”
I give the phone back to him. “We agreed on a clean break. If I give you my number, I’ll sit around wondering why you never call.”
“I’ll call, damn it.”
I bite my lip to keep the emotion out of my voice. “Carlos, this has been the most wonderful day of my life, but we’re completely different. I want to end it with this perfect memory.”
His face hardens, his dark eyes smoldering with determination. “Where do you live?”
I sigh. “Fairfax, Virginia.”
“I live in Silver Spring, Maryland. That’s not exactly the other side of the world, you know.”
“Isn’t this game about what I want?”
He holds up his hands in surrender and steps aside as I walk toward the door. “You’re right. It is.”
I stop at the door, something sharp digging inside my chest. “Goodbyes are no fun, are they?”
The memory of losing a job I’d loved for years flashes into my mind, but I push it away.
He takes me into his arms. “I want more, Janice, but I respect your wishes.”
With my head turned to the side as he holds me, I realize I’m in danger of changing my mind. I can’t let go. My fingers are hooks and my heart is lost in a fog I don’t ever want to escape from.
I never dreamed a one-night stand could feel like this.
To make matters harder, his hand drifts down to my bottom and holds it in a possessive squeeze—as if I belong to him now on some primal level. Touching his cheek, I kiss him, once and lightly, on the lips. His scent fills me, making one last hold on me it takes all my strength to break. I can’t even say the word goodbye before I rush out the door.
It closes behind me with metallic finality, echoing down the hall. I stare at the lock where what seems just moments ago Carlos slid in his keycard. The gold letters of the room number burn into my mind as I file it away in my memory.
He never got around to telling me the story about his eagle tattoo. I guess I’ll never hear it now. Clapping my hands to both sides of my head, I wince. What have I done? I must have been out of my mind to think I could handle a one-night stand. It was a mistake!
Well, it’s done. All I can do now is try my best to forget it.
Chapter Six
I wheel my suitcase into the bar to tell Zena I can’t have a drink with her after all. The room is nearly deserted and she’s sitting at one of the high round tables with an exotic drink.
“Hey, Zena. I just came to say goodbye. I can’t—”
She grins over the umbrella sticking out of her drink. “You did it.”
“Did what?”
She points to the stool across from her. “Sit.”
I grip the handle of my suitcase. “I really have to go. I have a mountain of work to do tonight.”
“You’re not going anywhere until I get details.”
“All right.” I look at my watch. “Ten minutes, but I shouldn’t drink. I have a long drive.”
Zena flags down a nearby waiter to get me an iced tea. The lingering scent, taste and touch of Carlos is all over me, reminding me we really made love. Part of me doesn’t ever want to shower or brush my teeth again because it’ll all wash off.
I slide onto the barstool and focus on stirring the iced tea the waiter brings. “Did Dorothy go home?”
“Yeah. I’m sure thoughts of Rolf will boost her sex life for a while.”
“What did they do on their date? Carlos told me the raffle was fixed.”
She cocks her head. “Interesting. He must have chosen you. I doubt that was the case with Rolf and Dorothy though.”
“So what did they do? Did she say?” By keeping the focus on Dorothy, it would remain safely away from me.
“They had drinks and he gave her a foot rub right here in the bar.” Zena peers at me with narrowed eyes. “You look stoned.”
I blink and sit straighter. “I do?”
“It was that good, huh?”
“All right, yes. We did it even though it was against convention rules. I didn’t want to at first but he…he convinced me.”
She twirls the drink umbrella and moves the slider up and down. “Hubba. Hubba. I just bet he did. So how was he?”
“Zena!” I look around but there’s no one close enough to hear. “It was good. It was nice.”
“Nice?” she asks with a scornful curl of her lip. “You mean he didn’t hang you from the ceiling and fill your body with sex toys?”
“No, it was pretty traditional, but that made it right somehow. For the record, he was hard. Very hard. Hard as a coconut.”
She slaps the table, letting out a howl of laughter. Both of us giggle until tears come to our eyes.
“So when are you going to see him again?” she asks, looking serious again.
