Sweet Seduction(3)

He tasted wholly male, or like she imagined someone as big and rugged as he was would taste. Strong. He was equal parts satiny, as her tongue glided over the smoothness of his shaft, and rough, as she encountered the pulsing veins and wrinkled flesh of his foreskin.

The crown of his dick was tight. Silky at the top, puckered around the flared edge. She lapped hungrily at it in anticipation of his release. Not that she planned to let that happen for a while yet.

She paused and pulled her head away, keeping her fingers curled around the base. She glanced up to see him staring down at her, his eyes glittering with lust. Yeah, well, she wasn’t going to get any grand ideas that he wanted her. Wrap your lips around a man’s cock and shove breasts at him, and he wouldn’t give a shit about who you were or worry about deeper attraction.

She winced. Gee, try to not take that personally.

Determined not to look back at him, she lowered her eyes and set about driving him crazy.

Deep. Sucking. Swallowing as she guided him deeper still. His fists were curled into tight balls at his sides as he strained upward to thrust into her mouth.

And then she stopped. She released him slowly, letting her lips glide sensuously over his cock on its way out. He arched helplessly toward her, but she raised her head out of his reach.

“Goddamn, Julie, what do you want?” he asked desperately.

She loosened her hold on his dick and rocked back until her bottom rested on his knees. She stared levelly at him.

“I want you to beg.”

He glared at her. “I don’t beg. Ever.”

She smiled, accepting his challenge. “Well see about that, Tucker.”

She leaned down again, pulling his cock up so that the underside was accessible. With a long swipe, she licked from the base to the head and then rolled her mouth over the crown. She sucked him deep, taking all of him. Her nose met the short, crisp hairs of his groin, and still, she held him deep, swallowing.

His groan split the air. He was close. Really close. But she was determined not to make it easy. What was the point in giving the man the best head of his life if she was going to cut it short? She wanted him to remember. To lay awake at night, his skin alive with want. She wanted him to want her. To realize what he’d never have again.

If that made her vindictive, oh well.

He cursed when she pulled him close to his orgasm and then stopped, allowing him to slide away from sweet release. When he calmed beneath her, she began again, coaxing and unrelenting.

The third time he trembled beneath her, ready to explode in her mouth, she pulled away again.

“Julie, please! God, just finish it. I’m … begging.”

With a wicked smile she descended, taking him hard. His hips arched convulsively, his ass bumping against the table as she fucked him with her mouth.

“Oh, God,” he breathed. “Shit. Julie. I’m going to come.”

Her grip tightened around him and she worked her hand up and down in unison with her mouth. His hips shot upward in one continuous bow. His cry ripped over her ears just as his cum shot into her mouth, hot and silky.

She took it all, sucking and swallowing as he shook beneath her. His hips fell as he slammed back onto the table, and she followed him down, her mouth never leaving his cock.

His hand tangled in her hair, the first time he actually touched her. His fingers glanced off her scalp as he almost tenderly stroked through her hair. She closed her eyes, enjoying the moment, the pleasure of his touch.

Then, slowly, she pulled away, refusing to meet his eyes. This wasn’t the time to get caught up in the ooey-gooey aftermath when half of what was said was bullshit and the other half was the result of the brain still not functioning after a mind-blowing orgasm.

She slid off the table and straightened her clothes. Across the room his robe, and the towel she’d tossed away, lay carelessly strewn. She hurried for both then turned and tossed them in Nathan’s direction.

“That… was on the house,” she said, proud of the steadiness of her voice. “I won’t, however, be available for future appointments. You’ll have to find another massage service.”

She caught only a brief glimpse of the shocked expression on his face before she turned and walked out of the massage room.





Chapter 2

Nathan roared up into the parking lot of Malone and Sons Security and cut the engine. With an irritated yank of his keys, he got out and slammed his door.

He strode to the door, glowering the entire way. That damn hellcat Julie. After giving him an orgasm that rivaled Mt. Vesuvius, she’d had the nerve to blow him off.

What the fuck kind of point was she trying to prove? If she wanted his attention, she’d certainly gotten it in a big way. After weeks and weeks of endless sexual frustration, his prayers had been answered. Julie’s mouth around his cock, her hands on his body, a vixen bent on seduction.