Rub Me the Right Way(20)

Again.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

Is this a small world or what?

* * *

I didn’t think the orgasms would ever stop.

I could feel his fingers wiggling deep inside me.

His long cock was in my hand.

I just kept cumming and cumming.

And then I fucking squirted! Something I ‘d never done before in my life, but holy hell, what a feeling as that hot juice shot from my pussy like water through a firehose. It was like one of those pulsating fountains in Las Vegas.

Then, I started peeing. I didn’t think about it. I didn’t feel it coming on. It just started and I just let it go. The warm pee started to trickle out on its own, then a little more, then a little more, then it was Katie-bar-the door, Russian racehorse caliber peeing. With everything else I had going on down there, it felt fucking amazing.

When Devin finally eased the pressure off my G-spot, the orgasms started to subside. I was disappointed, but also out of breath and utterly exhausted. I glanced between my legs. I had made a huge mess, but didn’t care. Forget the fact that the towels beneath me were soaked and Devin’s arm was drenched to the elbow. I didn’t care about any of that. I only cared that I had just had the best orgasms—PLURAL—of my life.

And I had found the only man who had ever made me feel that way.

Devin McMasters…

I gazed into his eyes.

He smiled.

I smiled.

He pressed his lips to my sweaty forehead.

My hand found his cock again.

I whispered in his ear. “Can I fuck you now?”

I didn’t wait for an answer. I slid sideways on the table and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of Devin’s slacks and pushed them down his narrow hips. His cock sprang free: long, hard, girthy, with thick veins along the shaft and a purple head the size of a small plumb. I leaned back so I could see it, cupped in my hand, my fingers around it, milking it back and forth from base to head.

“That feels amazing,” Devin sighed, his hands on my tits, his lips on mine, the words tumbling out over his heavy breathing. “Put me inside you.”

I slid my cunt to the edge of the table and spread my legs wide. I pulled Devin’s cock to me, swirling the large head around my hole to lube him up. I took a deep breath and pulled him closer. My pussy spread like a flower to accept his cock head, then suctioned around his shaft. I brought my legs up around him and prodded my heels into his ass.

“Fuck me hard,” I said, leaning back with my palms braced on the table, exposing my melon tits to him. Devin ripped off his shirt and tossed it aside. I licked my lips when I saw his body, all lean muscle, tanned from the sun, hairless in a manly way. Even his pubes were buzzed short, making his giant cock look even bigger as the first few inches of it disappeared inside me.

“Shit…” I moaned. “Fuck… you’re so… fucking big… my pussy… god... you feel… sooooo good…”

“I remember you now,” he said with a smile, his hips rocking back and forth, thrusting into me until he could go no more, then pulling out to do it all over again. I watched his cock slide in and out, glistening, dripping, disappearing, reappearing, like a wonderful magic trick.

“Oh god… I’m close… I’m gonna…” he said, putting his hands on my tits and giving them a squeeze. His hips moved faster. His cock was like a piston driving into me.

“I’m cumming… oh fuck… Devin… I’m…” I tossed my head back and dug my heels into his ass like a jockey prodding a horse toward the finish line. The orgasm came from my toes and my fingers and the top of my head and erupted from my cunt. My body shook, my tits flounced on my chest, my ass slapped against the table. I gushed hot juices over the length of his cock and growled his name.

“I’m…” That was all Devin could say before his body tensed and he drove his cock into me so hard it hit my cervix and made me bounce on the table.

I could feel his hot milky load filling up my box, catching me on fire, radiating throughout my body.

I could feel his cock in my pussy, my stomach, my chest, my throat.

God, I could taste his jizz on the back of my tongue.

I came again.

And again.

And again.

By the time it was over, our naked bodies were covered in oil and sweat and an assortment of bodily fluids and Devin was leaning against me, his forehead resting on my shoulder.

I could feel his hot breath on my nipples.

I put my hands on his cheeks and lifted his head.

He was smiling.

“What?” I asked.

He gazed into my eyes and sighed.

He said, “It’s so fucking good to see you again.”





CHAPTER NINETEEN: Devin


Saturday morning.

The sun was shining.

The birds were singing.

The smell of pine and mountain air wafted through the open window on the warm, gentle breeze.

Little specks of dust danced in the rays of the bright sunshine beaming across the teak floor.

The chipmunks…

Jeez, I was sounding like a freakin’ Disney movie…

What the hell was wrong with me?

It was because of the woman sleeping next to me, the woman who had made love to me all night long. The woman who had made me do things and feel things that I had long forgotten how to do and feel.

It was too early to say that I loved this woman, but I sure liked her.

A lot.

I liked the way she made me feel.

I liked the things she made me think.

I liked the feeling of her skin beneath my fingers.

The taste of her lips on my tongue.

The fullness of her breasts.

The pink moisture of her...

The satellite phone I kept in a cradle next to the bed buzzed. I picked it up and slid out of bed, then tiptoed quietly to the bathroom. I glanced at Cassandra for a moment, then eased the door shut and sat on the toilet to take a leak and answer the phone.

“Yes,” I said quietly.

“Devin, it’s Ben.”

“No shit,” I said, rubbing my eyes as I yawned into the phone. “What can I do for you?”

“Do you know what time it is?”

“No, but I bet you’re going to tell me.”

“It’s almost nine,” he said, sounding rushed. “The guests are lining up to meet with you. It’s selection day. Get your ass down here now!”

“Shit,” I moaned, my mood firmly soured. Selection day was the day that I met privately with each guest to determine which of them would benefit from my healing touch. The truth was, I had no magic powers or healing touch. Nor could I read anyone’s chi or aura. I simply asked each woman to tell me about her life in one minute or less, and then laid my hands on her cheeks like some old-timey faith healer I’d seen on TV as a kid. If she had a real shit story to tell—abusive husband, shitty kids, nobody who loved her the way she deserved to be loved—I felt sorry for her and invited her for a private session. That was it. My big secret was that I was a sucker for a sob story.

But, if she made eyes at me and talked about how long it had been since she had orgasmed and asked how long my fingers were, I passed her off to one of my “highly-trained” assistants who could pop her cork like a bottle of wine at a bridal shower.

“Dev? Devin? Are you listening to me?” Ben’s voice had a sense of urgency I’d never heard before.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said. “I’ll take a shower and be right there.”

“One more thing,” he said, his voice going down a notch. “She’s here.”

I frowned as a feeling of dread worked its way up my spine. “She?”

“Genevieve,” Ben said, whispering as if he were afraid to speak her name aloud. It wasn’t like she was a monster or anything. To the contrary, Genevieve was one of the sweetest, most caring woman I’d ever met. I owed my life and fortune to her. Ben and I—and the entire staff—just liked things better when she wasn’t around.

Genevieve was French and just sounded like a condescending bitch, even when she was paying you a compliment. She could also be a bit of a stickler for the old ways of doing things. And didn’t mind saying so in front of whoever might be listening. “She’s here, in my office,” Ben whispered. “And she looks pissed.”

“Okay,” I said with a heavy sigh. “Push the selections back an hour. It’s time you, me and Genevieve had a little chat.”





CHAPTER TWENTY: Cassandra


I woke up alone in Devin’s bed just after nine, disappointed that he wasn’t there to take care of the little tingle that was happening between my legs. It was probably for the best. My entire body was sore, especially in all the right places. We had carried on like horny, drunken teenagers for hours. There wasn’t anything we didn’t do. It was as if we had years to catch up on, all in one night.

There was a scribbled note on the nightstand that said he had to leave and would find me later. I lay there for a few minutes, stretching the sleep from my limbs, thinking about him, about us. I wondered if there was an us or was it just wishful thinking on my part. Surely, Devin McMasters had no shortage of women lined up to service him. What would he want with me, a matronly divorce lawyer from San Diego? Okay, fine, I wasn’t exactly matronly, but you know what I meant.

Why would he one milk cow when he had practically every dairy in the world at his disposal?

Sure, we had a great time catching up, but that didn’t mean we had a future of any kind. I had always been a “love ‘em and leave ‘em” kind of girl. Why should Devin be any different?