SEX Unlimited: Volume 1 (Unlimited #1) (4 page)

“You are a bad girl, aren’t you? You were fooling me all along.”

“Maybe you bring out the bad in me.”

He kisses his way down my body until he reaches that nub full of nerves. With both hands, he spreads my soft folds apart, opening me fully to him. His hot breath touches me before his soft tongue licks lazy circles around my clit then ever so gently sucks it, sending me into a frenzy. My legs instinctively clutch against his face, but he pushes them back open wide for him. Two fingers find their way to the entrance of my pussy and he thrusts his fingers deep inside me as he sucks my clit a little harder. My pussy clenches around him and I let out a whimper, throwing my head back and digging my fingers into the bed.

With every thrust of his fingers,
I get wetter and wetter.
His mouth retreats from sucking my throbbing clit before he glides his tongue up one side of my labia then back down the other. His fingers curl up and I let out a cry.

“That’s right, let me hear you. Are you ready to come, Candace?”

I nod my head. “Uh huh, yes … I am,” I whisper.

“I can’t hear you.”

“I’m ready for you to make me come.”

“That’s good. That’s what I want to hear.” His thumb circles my clit a few times before he lowers his mouth back down on it. The speed of his fingers increases as he begins to flick my clit with his tongue slowly, then faster and faster. The heat between my legs intensifies and my entire body tenses up. My toes curl and I stop breathing just before the most intense orgasm rips through me. I scream inaudible words as my body jerks beneath him.

I feel light headed—floaty and weightless.

My god, that was in-fucking-credible. “Jesus Christ that was …
I don
’t even know how to describe what that was.” I reach up and wipe the sweat from my forehead, running my hand through my hair. I look down at him and he smiles mischievously.

"Have you ever tasted your own pussy, Candace?" In shock at his very forward question, I shake my head back and forth with no verbal reply. His head dips back down between my legs as he breaks eye contact with me. Good god,
does
this man know how to go down on a woman.

So. Damn.
Good.

Talking against my sensitive flesh, he says, “
Well
, you should. You taste amazing."

Breathless, I will a few words from my throat. "Thank you. I've never been told that before. I just figure they all taste the same." Abruptly he stops and penetrates me with a bold stare. Those darkened blue eyes assault me immediately. "Pussy most definitely does not all taste the same. And it's also not like those ridiculous books you women read either. It's not like honey or any of that bullshit."

I give him an inquisitive look. “
Well
, since you seem to be
an
expert on the subject, why don't you tell me what it tastes like. What does pussy taste like, Mr. Calloway?"

A laugh escapes his full lips. Lips that were just seconds ago cradling my aching clit. The thought makes me even
need
ier than I was moments ago.

"Pussy tastes like pussy." He pauses to run his tongue along my swollen lips before continuing. "Only thing is, there is good pussy and there's bad pussy." He slowly licks his lips.

The blunt words he just spoke would, in any other situation, offend me, but I'm so turned on by his candor that I can barely take it. "And what kind am I?" I ask, flirtatiously.

"Look at my face, Candace. What do you see?"

I scan his face, tracing his strong features with my eyes. Small beads of sweat just above his brow line glimmer and his jaw clenches with determination and self-control. "I see sweat and desire."

"Wrong answer, Candace. My face is covered in juices from your pussy. I have practically bathed my face in you, so I’d venture to say, this pussy is good. Very fucking good."

My face heats up at his comment. “You have such a way with words,” I say, flushed.

He rises, his very erect cock jutting out. My eyes can’t help but lock onto the beautiful piece of male perfection that is him.

“I tasted and devoured it. Now I want that beautiful pussy of yours to do the same to my cock.”

And with that he slammed into me. Hard. His self-control has met its breaking point and I am enjoying every second of his loss of control. With every drive and grunt he became more desperate in his movements. “You feel so damn good, Candace. Are you always this wet?”

I have no idea how to answer that question, so
I don
’t reply. I just wrap my legs around his waist and levitate my hips upward,
meet
ing him thrust for thrust. He lets out a raspy moan and we move together in a perfect chaotic motion. His hands grasp mine, our fingers interlocking and I feel him tense into a rigid body of nerves. Suddenly, he slams into my one last time and lets out a sound that can only be described as animalistic. As he comes I feel his body jerk and twitch before it finally begins to relax. He rolls off me as our slick, sweaty skin is attacked by the cool air in the absence of one another.

“I’ll say it again. G
ood
… very fucking good, Ms. Greene.”

Fuck Buddies

“Y
ou have a fuck buddy. This is incredible. I’m so proud.” Janette has her feet propped up on my table eating a bowl of Lucky Charms. She showed up here first thing this morning to get all of the details.

“We are not fuck buddies. It was a one night stand. That’s it.” I shake my head as I pour my very much needed cup of coffee.

“Yeah, right. You know you’ll be going back for more and so will he.”

I sit down at the table with her. I can’t stop smiling. I should feel a little dirty for having sex with a practical stranger, but I don’t. And she’s right, I do want to go back for more. I just have no idea where or what the boundaries for this sort of thing are.

“We didn’t discuss where to go from last night. I have no idea what’s next. It’s not like I do this kind of thing regularly, Janette.”

She laughs. “Of course you don’t, but I promise you one thing. This guy will want more. Your booty call will happen. Just you wait and see.”

I crinkle up my nose. “Ew. I hate that term, booty call.”

“Oh, please. Fuck buddies, booty calls and sex. Who cares what you label it as. Just call it fun.”

“You’re insane.”

She gets up and goes over to put her bowl in the sink. “One hundred percent insane, that’s me. And you know you love my insanity.”

My phone buzzes
, so I grab it and swipe the screen.

It’s him.

My heart automatically begins to race. It’s only nine in the morning and he’s already texting me.

“It’s him isn’t it?” Janette asks.

I look over at her and nod, grinning from ear to ear. “God, why do I feel like a stupid awestruck teenage girl all of the sudden?”

She grins. “Because you got fucked good last night and it’s new. New always turns people into gaga idiots. It’s fantastical. What did sexy old guy have to say?”

I shoot a frown in her direction. “He’s not an old guy.”

“Okay, well he’s not a young guy either. But older is cool. Don’t get all defensive. Tell me what he said.”

I look down at the simple but sweet text.

Brisban: Good morning, beautiful Candace.

I read it to Janette and she rolls her eyes.

Candace: Good morning to you too. How are you this morning?

Brisban: Sleepy. A sexy woman kept me up til the late hours of the night.

Candace: Oh, really? Hmmmm, lucky lady.

Brisban: Lucky indeed although I feel pretty damn fortunate myself.

Candace: That’s good to know.

Brisban: When can I see you again?

“Oh, shit … he wants to see me again.”

Janette shrugs her shoulders. “As always, I was right. So what are you gonna say?”

Wanting More

R
oom eleven hundred this time. I’m staring at the number as I take a moment to relax before I knock. Seconds feel like forever until the
door
swings open. He’s dressed in a solid black suit. His tie is loosened and he looks a little tired.

“I’m really glad you agreed to see me again. I wish it had been sooner though. A week was a long time to wait.” He pulls me into the room domineeringly and I’m taken off guard somewhat but nonetheless, I melt into his embrace immediately. His hands grip my waist tightly and a moan escapes his throat before his lips connect with mine. He tastes like whiskey.

He kisses me with a desperation that he didn’t kiss me with last time. “I really need this tonight,” he breathes warmly against my lips, licking and kissing his way down my neck then back up to my ear. “My day was pretty terrible and right now all I want to do is forget it while I reacquaint myself with this beautiful body of yours. Is that okay? Can we skip the talking this evening?”

I just nod. My chest
heaves as heat spreads throughout every inch of my body. He immediately leads me to the bed and quickly removes my clothes in a hurried fashion, leaving me completely bare before him. His eyes are chaotic. I don’t know if I should be scared or turned on. Maybe I’m a little of both.

“You’
re so damn beautiful.
”

His eyes roam my body slowly as he removes his suit jack and then his tie. He steps in closer to me and I lean back against the bed. He reaches out and places the tie over my head. It rests loosely against my chest between my naked breasts. He looks at me as if he’s in great appreciation of what he sees. Slowly he unbuttons his white button down shirt starting with the cuffs first. Removing the shirt, he reaches out and places it around me.

“Put your arms in,” he commands. I slide my arms into the crisp white shirt and the smell of his cologne swirls through my senses. He smiles unabashedly. “You look good in my things.”

I push off the bed and bravely step towards him. I place my hand on his chest, feeling the heat of him through his white undershirt. “Not nearly as good as you look out of your things,” I tell him. My hands move in a steady trail down his muscled abs to the waist of his slacks. I look up at him. He knows what I want without a word being spoken. I unbuckle his belt and he reaches down and unzips himself for me. I slide my hand softly into his boxer briefs. He’s rock hard. My hand wraps around his hot aroused flesh and he sucks in a breath.

“No, you won’t pleasure me tonight. I want to be in control this time,” he says, grasping my wrists gently. He looks at me with concern in his eyes. “Is that okay? I need this tonight.”
I don
’t know what he means exactly, but he can sense my unspoken
questions
. “None of that domination caveman stuff, Candace. I just want to feel like a man tonight. I want you to let me take the lead. Can you do that?”

“Is everything okay?” I ask. The desperation in his voice is worrying me.

Reaching out, he cups my face with his big strong hands. “Just a bad day, darling. No need to worry. I’
m fine.
”

I nod. “Okay.” I back up and prop myself up on the bed, then scoot back. Lying back, I rest my head on the pillow and slightly spread my legs, revealing my pussy to him. This is me, telling him he’s in control.

His eyes move to the exact spot I mean for him to look at. “Touch yourself,” he says glancing up at me and then back down..

I don
’t argue or play games with him. This man doesn’t play games, so neither will I.

I brush my right hand over my leg to my inner thigh and raise my left to my breast. Slowly, I begin to touch my pussy for him while twisting my nipple between two fingers. My mouth parts slightly as the heat between my legs builds. He isn’t touching me, he isn’
t talking
, but he’s in control of every single movement I’m making. I push one finger inside myself then back out, bringing my wet arousal up to my clit. As I begin to stimulate it with circular motions, Brisban pushes his pants and boxers to the floor before removing his undershirt. I pause for a moment as I drink him in. He’s a beautiful man.
Absolutely breathtaking.

“Don’
t stop,
” he commands. “Use both hands on your pussy. Finger yourself with one and work your clit with the other.” My left hand moves from my breast down between my thighs. “Use two fingers and go slowly.”

Just like he tells me to, I push two fingers deep inside my wet pussy. I can’t help but let out a moan.

“Yes, let me hear you. I want hear your every pleasure. Give me your sounds. I want to get drunk on your voice, your body and your touch. Give it all to me, Candace.”

My god, the way he talks to me is the most erotic way anyone has ever talked to me. He puts me at ease to the point that my inhibitions fall away completely. “I want you to touch me too,” I beg.

“Don’
t worry
,
beautiful, I
’m going to do so much more than touch you. When you wake up tomorrow and shift in your bed, I want the ache between your legs to remind you of me. When you sit at your desk tomorrow, I want the slightest twinge of pain to remind you of all the pleasure I gave that pretty pussy of yours tonight. Even when I’m not inside of you, I still want you to feel me there.”

The bed dips as he crawls onto it and m
y hands still.
“Don’
t stop,
” he whispers. He’s on both knees where my feet are resting. As the heat increases between my legs, he lowers his lips to my left ankle. He places one soft kiss on my delicate skin, then his eyes cut up toward mine and our gazes lock onto each other. Gently, he places his hand under my foot, raising it up across his chest to his shoulder. I’m spread wide
open
for him now. My ankle rests upon his broad shoulder with my knee slightly bent. Strong manly hands caress my leg from ankle to calf to thigh with kisses following one by one.

Slow.

Methodical.

Erotic.

His hand covers mine and we massage my clit together. I pump my other fingers in and out in measured thrusts, harder and faster. “That’s right, baby, make it feel good. Let it all go.”

My back arches involuntarily as my need increases along with my breathing. He grasps my other hand and pulls my fingers out up to his lips. I feel the warmth of his wet tongue swirl around my fingers one by one before he wraps his lips around them, sucking all of my wetness off. His eyes close as if he’s trying to savor the taste of me.

His mouth moves to my inner wrist as he begins trailing kisses up my arm to my neck. “I love tasting you. I could do nothing but eat your pussy all night and I’d be sated,” he says against my collar bone. He reaches up, grasping the tie he placed around my neck loosening it. “Candace?”

Our eyes meet
. “Yes?” I say breathless.

“Can I blindfold you with this? If you aren’t okay with it just tell me. But I want to blindfold you. I want you focused on how you feel instead of what you see.”

I don
’t know why I trust him, but I do. It makes no sense but sometimes the best things have no rhyme or reason. I want to explore these things with him. I want all of it. “I trust you.” I place my hand on his, assuring him with a simple gesture that I’m comfortable with him.

He leans down and kisses me fully and completely. His whiskey tasting tongue swirls around mine, then he begins to gently suck. It’s incredibly sexual and arousing feeling him suck on my tongue softly yet possessively. My hands tangle in his hair, tugging at it slightly.

His teeth graze my tongue as he releases it. “You make me fucking crazy, Candace. I want to consume you. My balls are aching for release, and my cock is throbbing painfully in need for you to squeeze that hot pussy around it, but I’m not going to fuck you just yet.” His lips curl into a grin as he pulls the tie up onto my eyes. “Close those gorgeous eyes, baby. Let me tap into the most powerful sex toy you have. Y
our mind.
”

Everything goes dark as Brisban tightens the tie around my head just enough to keep it in place. Slightly callused fingers wrap around my wrists as my hands are raised above my head. “Leave these here,” he commands. Although he’s telling me what to do, it never feels like he’s ordering me around. He does it with a reverence that makes me feel cherished rather than defiled or dominated.

Trailing his hands down both my arms across the thin cotton of his dress shirt that he’s decided to leave on me, he stops at my breasts. Both hands cup each breast and
I feel my nipples
roll between his thumbs and forefingers. He gives one slight pinch to my left nipple then the same to the other and I let out a whimper. “Mmm, yes, you like that don’t you. Just a bit of pain before it mixes with pleasure.”

Suddenly, his hands are gone. I feel the bed shift then nothing. The room is quiet and the bed is still. I hear faint noises, but I can’t make out what the sounds are until I hear the clinking of ice. The sound of a cork popping startles me and he lets out a chuckle.

“Sorry, darling. I didn’t mean to scare you. Just pouring you some champagne and me some whiskey on the rocks. I thought we might need a little intermission drink. “Here, sit up a bit.”
 
I feel pillows being propped behind me as I rise up. “There. Are you comfortable?”

He’s so damn endearing. Where did this guy even come from? Men these days are usually such assholes. This is incredibly surprising and so wonderful. “It’s perfect, thank you.” I lie back, sinking into the fluffy feather filled pillows and let out a sigh. I could stay here in this bed with Brisban all night.

“Here, open up.” Chilled glass touches my lips and I part them faintly before he tilts the glass. The sweet bubbles explode on my taste buds in tiny bursts of acidic fruitiness.

“Mmm, it’s heavenly,” I tell him after it rolls down my throat in a feeble burn. I hear the clinking of the ice again and then I feel drops of cold liquid hit my bare chest. I startle in response. Goose bumps dance across my skin in a fury and my nipples harden immediately.

“
Beautiful
. Simply gorgeous, Candace. You have amazing breasts with the most perfect pink nipples I’ve ever seen.”

An ice cube makes contact with my flushed skin in the center of my breasts. He traces the melting cube up the swell of my right breast to my nipple. As the ice melts, he continues making lazy circles around one nipple then tracing down and over to my left breast. Rivulets of melted ice cascade down my chest across my body and onto the bed. The ice clinks again and I know he’s retrieving another piece from his whiskey glass. Paying close attention to my other nipple, the coldness begins to numb my sense of feeling on the sensitive flesh. Swiftly, the bed shifts and warm lips envelop my hardened nipple. The heat of his mouth and tongue melt away the cold. He sucks and swirls his soft tongue round and round and my senses burst back to life in a hurry as he grazes me with his teeth, flicking with his tongue before releasing.

“God, that’s amazing. Everything you do to me feels incredible, like you know exactly what I want.”