Meat (4 page)

She quivered. How could she not?

It was glorious. The large, plum-sized head. The thick column, tipping slightly to the left, smooth and delightfully soft. Engorged and pulsing with need. Pointing straight to the ceiling. She wrapped her hands around it, unable to get her fingers all the way around.

She gazed up at him, locking on his simmering blue eyes, as she drew his cock downward, then dragged her tongue over the tip. A salty drop quivered on the tip of her tongue and she slipped it into her mouth. His eyes darkened even more.

Then she pressed her lips to his cockhead and glided over it, stretching wider and wider. It was a challenge, but she opened wide enough to take most of the huge corona into her mouth. She kept pushing herself, until finally she was past the widest part. He murmured softly as her lips curled under the crown, then continued along his shaft.

She could only go an inch or so before she stopped.

“Suck it,” he commanded.

She obeyed, drawing on him, to his moans of pleasure.

She swirled her tongue around and around, stroking him inside her mouth.

“Are you wet?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

She nodded, feeling her desire dripping from her.

“Show me,” he insisted. “Touch yourself, then show me your glistening pussy juice.”

His words shocked her, but also sent heat thrumming through her. With his cock still in her mouth, her tongue busily moving over him, she slid one hand down her stomach and then over her slick folds. She didn’t even have to dip inside to thoroughly coat her finger. She lifted her hand and showed it to him.

He wrapped his hand around her wrist and leaned down. The feel of his lips surrounding her slick finger, then drawing it inside, sent heat shimmering through her.

Then he suckled, and she moaned around his big cockhead.

She squeezed him tight in her mouth, pulsing around him, and sucked … hard. Trying to pull the semen from him.

He groaned, his hand gliding over her head, his fingers threading through her hair.

“Oh, fuck, baby. That feels so good.”

He kissed her palm, then released her hand. She rested it on his thigh, then tucked it under his balls, cupping them in her palm.

“Stop sucking and take my balls in your mouth.”

She drew her lips back over his cockhead. Slowly. Teasing him with her tongue as she slid away. Then she pushed his cock to his belly. She’d never taken a man’s testicles in her mouth before, but as she stared at his shaven balls, she longed to do just that. She licked them a few times first, then lifted one with her hand and drew it into her mouth. It was soft and pliant as she pressed her tongue against him, squeezing him to the roof of her mouth. She drew the other one inside, too, and toyed with both of them. Squeezing them with her tongue. Suckling softly.

“Ah, fuck.” He drew her up and into his arms, and then his mouth was on hers.

When he released her mouth, his blazing eyes were fierce with need.

“I want you so fucking much.”

His coarse language, so different from the way he’d talked to her earlier, set her blood on fire.

He twirled her around to face the bed and grabbed two of the pillows, tucked them in front of her, and bent her over. He stepped close behind her, and she felt his hard cockhead brush against her ass … then glide between her cheeks.

She froze. “I don’t want you to … not anal.” God, the thought of that big monster pushing into her tight passage terrified her.

“You said you were going to trust me.” His tip glided forward and back, between her cheeks. “Have you changed your mind?”

“No, uh … Master.” Rebecca found it hard to concentrate with his hot flesh teasing her. And her insides clenched up tight.

He glided farther this time, his cockhead brushing her slick folds. His hard flesh teased her as he stroked over it. Then she sucked in a breath as the wide head pushed into her vagina. Just a little.

On the next stroke, he went deeper … but not even to the widest part of his corona.

When he pulled back, his fingers dipped inside her. A brief stroke, then they slipped away.

The next stroke, his whole cockhead glided into her. She clamped around him, but too late, as he slid away again. Then glided forward, filling her another inch.

God, she wanted more of him inside.

His cockhead slid back, more slowly this time, glazing her ass with her own slickness. Then his fingers pressed against her back opening. They were slick with her juices, and one pushed inside her. Slowly. Opening her. Then another finger slid inside.

It was strange and different. But as his fingers stroked her back passage, she quivered with pleasure.

His fingers slipped away and he pressed his cockhead between her cheeks again. He glided over her opening, teasing against it.

Was he going to push inside her? She had told him she didn’t want that, but she was so turned on and needy. And his fingers had felt so wonderful inside her.

If only he weren’t so big …

“Do you trust me?” he asked as the pressure of his cockhead against her back opening increased.

She did. She knew it deep inside. The way he’d held back earlier, insisting she tell him if she wanted him to stop, had reassured her. He would not hurt her.

She might not know him … not really … but every instinct told her she could trust him completely.

She forced her tense muscles to relax, then nodded.

“Yes, Master.”

He chuckled, the deep rumbling sound filled with delight. His cock glided forward, sliding over her slick ass to her pussy, then deep inside.

She gasped, then moaned at the exquisite pleasure. He drew back, then plunged deeper. Her flesh was still tender from their earlier lovemaking—getting used to his exceptionally big cock was going to take some time—but she welcomed him.

He glided deep several times, then pulled her to her feet and turned her around. She felt the wall against her back.

“I want to see your face while I fuck you.” He nuzzled her neck, sending wild quivers dancing down her spine. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, his lips fluttering along her shoulder.

“Oh, yes, Master.”

His cock surged into her in one smooth, deep stroke.

She cried out at the intense pleasure.

He seemed reassured she could handle him now, so he drove into her deep and hard again. Ramming her against the wall. Taking her breath away.

He grabbed her wrists and lifted, then pinned them to the wall.

“Tell me.”

“I want you to fuck me, Master.”

His eyes—a deep midnight blue now—bored into her.

“What if I don’t want to? What would you say to convince me?”

She squeezed around him. “But I feel you. I know you want to.”

To her shock, he pulled from her depths.

“I can master my need as easily as I can master you.”

She watched him uncertainly. Surely he wouldn’t leave her like this. Hot and needy. With his own cock so full and hard it seemed he would burst.

But something told her he would. If she didn’t say the right thing.

“Please, Master. I beg of you. I need you inside me. I
need
you to fuck me.”

“Do you?”

She nodded. “Yes. I am completely yours.”

His eyes, almost black with desire, glittered as he wrapped his hand around his thick column, then positioned it against her slick slit.

Then he drove in. Hard.

She cried out at the delightful surge of pleasure as his marble-hard cock filled her tender passage, his body pinning her tight to the wall.

They stood like that for an impossible eternity. His gaze locked on hers. Both of them knowing that, at that moment, he totally owned her.

Then he began to thrust. The feel of his hard flesh surging into her tender passage in an unrelenting onslaught sent her quivering to new heights of pleasure. Her wrists strained against the hand holding her wrists pinned as she longed to cling to his broad shoulders.

“Tell me what you’re feeling,” he murmured against her ear, then nipped her earlobe.

She whimpered at the pinch of his teeth.

“I feel you deep inside me.” She sucked in a breath as he thrust deep again. “It’s so hard and …” Thrust. “So thick I …” Thrust. Pleasure swirled through her. Building.

“Oh, God, I’m going to …” Thrust.

“You’re going to come, aren’t you?”

The passion swept over her, and she sucked in air. Building and …

“Oh, Master. Yes.” It blossomed inside her. “I’m coming.”

He thrust faster, his gaze locked on her face. She moaned, the orgasm swelling … expanding … her body lost in a cloud of pure ecstasy. Her cells exploding in bliss.

She moaned, deep and guttural. His marble shaft filling her again and again while her moans turned to wails.

Then he groaned and drove deeper still, his pelvis grinding her to the wall. Then she felt it. His seed erupting inside her. A deep fountain, filling her with his liquid heat.

They stood like that for several moments, both panting. He lowered her wrists, then released them. She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head against his shoulder, never wanting to move.

He nuzzled her temple, then his lips brushed her ear in a light kiss.

“I think you enjoyed that. Does that mean you’d like to explore this more?”

He gazed down at her, his eyes twinkling.

She smiled and nodded.

“Oh, yes, Master.”

The light of dawn came too early. Rebecca snuggled against his warm chest, still in the comfort of his strong arms. His cell phone was chiming, and she realized that was what had wakened her.

He smiled at her. “I need to turn that off, but I don’t want to let you go.”

“Then don’t.” She pressed him onto his back and slid on top of him, their naked bodies pressed tight. As she reached for his phone from the bedside table, she felt his cock, swelling between their bodies.

She flicked off the alarm and set it back down. Then she sat up on him, his cock a huge ridge beneath her folds. She glided over him, to his moan.

“Fuck, baby, I would love nothing better than to enjoy your sweet body again, but we have to go if we’re going to catch the flight. I set the alarm as late as possible so we could get some sleep.”

She glanced at the time, having been a little too preoccupied to notice it before.

“Yikes! I’ll have to hurry.” She had twenty minutes to get out the door.

She lurched off his warm, hard body and raced to the bathroom, then took the fastest shower of her life. Her tender flesh ached from last night, but God, it had been worth it.

As she dressed, then threw her things in her bag, he showered and shaved, and yet somehow miraculously stood beside her at the door right on time, fully packed and ready to go.

“I guess we might just make the flight on time after all.”

He smiled. “Just one thing before we go.”

“What’s that?”

He drew her to him and kissed her. Deep and with blazing passion.

“Just a reminder of what we’ve shared. I don’t want you to forget me.”

She smiled. “There’s absolutely no danger of that.”

“Good.” He handed her his phone. “Now put your number in there. And be sure of this. I will contact you.”

Then he opened the door and they started down the hallway.

Rebecca walked along the sidewalk to The Lavender Rose and opened the door. She stomped the snow from her boots, then wiped her feet on the mat and continued through the restaurant toward her office.

The Lavender Rose was on the ground floor of the hotel and had an entrance to the street as well as one from the hotel, the hope being that passersby and businesspeople, and not just the hotel’s guests, would stop in for lunch. But most of the restaurant’s patrons continued to be hotel guests who didn’t want to brave the weather outside. Drawing more people from outside the hotel was a problem Rebecca was still trying to solve.

“Rebecca, hi,” Diane, one of her senior staff, and a friend, greeted her, the concern on her face apparent. “I’m so sorry about your aunt. How are you coping?”

“It’s been tough, but having last week off helped. Thanks for asking.”

“Of course. Why don’t I get you a coffee and I can fill you in on what’s been going on?”

Rebecca had been gone for almost four weeks now, what with flying to see her aunt when she was sick, staying for the funeral afterward, then taking a week when she got back. Diane had filled her shoes while Rebecca was gone.

“Sure.” Rebecca sat down at their usual table in the corner of the restaurant while Diane brought her a coffee and then sat across from her.

“Before I forget,” Diane said, “there’s a new version of the accounting software, so if you let me get on your computer this afternoon, I can update it for you.”

Rebecca nodded. “Thanks. You’re a doll.”

Diane, much more computer-savvy than Rebecca, was always getting on and helping Rebecca keep her computer software up-to-date. Rebecca could ask the IT guy the hotel had for that purpose, but he was always so backed up with work that she hated to call on him when she could do it herself … using Diane, of course.

“How’s everyone coping with preparations for the new owner?” Rebecca asked.

“Everyone’s nervous, of course. We’ve still had no news about whether there’ll be layoffs and if so, how many.”

“Of course. They probably won’t tell us any of that until after the hotel has changed hands.”

Diane nodded as she sipped her coffee. “I get it. But it really puts a strain on everyone.” She rested her chin on her hand. “But one new development has put even more stress on people. Did you know they hired a new head chef?”

“No. What happened to Maurice?”

“Rumor has it that he quit, but I wonder about that. It was sudden and he was very closemouthed about it.”

Rebecca was in shock. She and Maurice had become friends. In fact, he was like a father to her. He was always trying to feed her, telling her she looked too skinny. And he watched out for her. He always said she looked out for everyone else in the hotel, so he felt it was his job to look out for her.

“I can’t believe he’d leave without saying a word,” Rebecca said. “I mean, I know I’ve been away for a while, but he didn’t even send an e-mail. Not even to say good-bye.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t let you know either, but I really didn’t want to bother you while you were dealing with so much. He probably felt the same way.”

“Of course. That’s very considerate of you both. So what’s this new chef like?”

Diane made a face. “He’s a total tyrant.” She shook her head. “As soon as he got here, he started making changes. And he screams at people. Everyone avoids him if they can, not wanting to tempt his wrath.”

Rebecca grinned. “‘Tempt his wrath’? Are you exaggerating just a little bit?”

“No way. They call him T-Rex. Jimmy, the dishwasher, coined the name and it caught on like wildfire. Because he’s a tyrant. And he likes meat—apparently that’s his specialty.”

If he could make a good steak, that would be good for The Lavender Rose, since they specialized in steak and seafood.

Diane frowned, glancing at Rebecca as if she didn’t want to tell her something.

“What is it?” Rebecca prompted.

“He’s been firing people.”

Rebecca’s stomach tightened. “Who?”

“Almost half the staff.” Diane ticked off a list of names, most of them people Rebecca considered friends.

“Oh, my God.”

“I know. But look,” Diane said, “that’s enough bad news. Tell me about anything positive that happened while you were gone. Did you have a chance to catch up with some of your old friends? Or maybe just enjoy being back in your old hometown again?”

“Ascension is a pretty small place. Not much to report on there.” Rebecca smiled. “But I did meet someone interesting on the trip home. We got snowed in between flights and I met a really nice man.”

“Oh, do tell. Was he sexy?”

Rebecca nodded, her mouth turning up in a smile. “He was wildly sexy. Tall, tattooed, and gorgeous.”

Diane grinned broadly, a twinkle in her eye. “It’s winter and icy cold outside. How did you happen to know he has tattoos? Did being snowed in turn into spending the night with this gorgeous hunk?”

Rebecca felt her cheeks flush. She hadn’t intended to admit that she’d spent the night with him. “The point is, he’s moving to Minneapolis and he’s going to call me.”

Diane frowned. “You mean he hasn’t yet? And you’ve been back a week?”

“I’m sure he will. He knew I was taking a week off and why, so I’m sure he wanted to give me some time to myself.”

“Oh, honey, I hope that’s not a line. I—oh, damn.”

Diane’s gaze had shifted to the entrance from the hotel, which was behind Rebecca.

“What is it?” Rebecca asked.

“Well, it seems you’re going to meet T-Rex right now.” Diane stood up. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to the back to fill the salt and pepper shakers. I don’t want to be in his line of sight if I can help it.”

With that, Diane scurried away.

Rebecca turned and saw several people near the entrance. There was a couple and three men who seemed to have arrived independently. Which one was the new chef?

As she watched the people head to different tables, her gaze caught on one of the men.

She burst into a joyful smile and lurched to her feet, then hurried toward him.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” she said as she approached the man her heart—and body—

had been craving for a week now.

Rex glanced her way, then his mouth turned up in a broad smile.

“Rebecca! What are you doing here?” He took her hand and squeezed it.

“I work here. Since you’re surprised to see me, I assume that means you weren’t here looking for me.” When she’d first seen him, she’d wondered if he’d somehow tracked her down here, wanting to surprise her. “Is this the hotel you’re staying in?”