Slightly Sinful (5 page)

“Escaping,
cereza oscura hermosa
?”

Her mystery man from the sea. Her nipples tightened in response, pressing into the sensual Egyptian material and heightening her arousal.

She’d forgotten most of the year of Spanish she’d taken in college, but she amazingly remembered compliments.
Hermosa
meant beautiful, she was sure. Men of all ages had called her beautiful before, but he looked at her, ardent and dominant, as if he could take her beyond herself. Beyond her own willpower. She became breathless.

He stepped closer and she smiled and asked, “I know what
hemosa
means, but what’s
cere
-?” She stumbled, having trouble remembering the word.

His voice was thigh-wetting low as he assisted her. “
Cereza oscura
. Dark cherry.”

Beautiful cherry. She knew he was talking about her hair. His flattery moved her like Silverman’s speaking about her auburn hair earlier had not. She wanted this man any way and every way she could have him.

“You haven’t answered my question,
cereza oscura
.” His hand reached out, brushing his thumb over her full lips.

“Yes, I was leaving.”

“Why?” he asked, his eyes transfixed on the place they touched.

Sliding her tongue out, she licked the tip of his thumb. “It’s hard to explain.”

He raised steel-gray eyes to hers as his pupils constricted with hunger. “I believe that when every fiber of our being wants us to do something, fear keeps us from stepping out.”

I’m not afraid
. She took a step out of his reach, insulted. “How about common sense?”

He chuckled deep and low. “No,
cereza hermosa
. Common sense would have suggested you not come to this island at all.” He closed the gap between them and began swirling the tip of his finger around her distended nipples. “Instead, you came because you wanted to experience something new. Something forbidden. You walked in there and became so aroused by not only what you saw, but also your own hidden desire to be a part of it. You got scared and ran.” Finishing, he punctuated his observation by squeezing her nipple.

He’d struck gold. This man from the water was correct. She did come for a wild adventure. A little sexual getaway to keep her mind off a contract she coveted. If he was here offering himself, she’d play along with this anonymous game and get what she’d come for.

Arching her back, she enjoyed the small amount of pain surrounding the tip of her breast. She took his other hand, brought it through the flaps of her robe, and pressed it against the heated juncture between her legs. “You’re right. I am turned on. Like you told me in the water, it’s because of you.”

He cupped her, slipping a finger inside her puffy labia. Capturing her waist, he pulled her to him and circled her taut clit as he’d done to her nipple. “Your pussy is so wet. I’m starting to believe you stay in this state.” Two of his fingers slid easily inside of her.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she widened her stance, leaned into him and enjoyed the ride. Arching her hips into his digital thrust, she began to tremble as her orgasm neared.

Her mystery man’s arm surrounded her waist and lifted her feet from the floor, all the while continuing the rigorous push and pull of his hand in her moist center. Delilah encircled his waist with her legs and crossed her ankles at the base of his spine.

One moment they were moving backward, the next the icy chill of the wall was on her back. The thin robe was no protection against the cool surface. He pressed his hips into her and kept her thighs parted as he finger-fucked her into sexual bliss.

“You want me because you know I won’t listen to your denials. I take you beyond your own apprehension and make you feel.”

“Yes,” she called out, agreeing to his words. She would have agreed to sell her heart to keep him from stopping.

Her sex tensed as his fingers spread inside of her and his thumb flicked her stiff nub. As her arousal peaked, her ass smacked against the cold flat surface. Shuddering and quaking, she climaxed, her juices coating his hand. Her own cries joined in with the sexual chorus from within the other room.

As her body calmed, he pressed his mouth to her ear, licked the shell and nipped at her lobe.

Leaning back, he grasped her chin with a finger and thumb. He commanded, “Look at me.”

Opening her eyes, she met his intense gray ones through the sexual haze.

“Trust me.”

Those two words by her mystery stranger seemed to ask so much, and she was willing to give all for his admiration. She nodded.

Removing his hand from between her legs, he held her secure as they moved down toward the showroom. His steps, sure and steady, carried her with ease. Amorous sounds greeted her ears as he walked into the room. She kept her eyes locked on the man who was taking her into a unique realm of pleasure. They reached the now vacant plush chair by the door. He stood before it as he held onto her waist until she firmly planted her feet into the carpet.

“Take off my towel.”

She liked the accent and commanding sound of his voice when he spoke. Dropping her gaze to the tented covering, she pulled it away and admitted to herself that she also fancied his large erection that sprang forth. It was glorious. The bulbous head was almost burgundy in its need. His cock, thick and long, jutted out of coarse ebony roots with strong veins traveling its hard length as if a road map to ecstasy. Her ecstasy.

“I do believe you just may be the biggest man in this room.”

He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter as long as you like what you see.”

“I do,” she confirmed, reaching her hand out to touch him.

He evaded her touch. Grabbing her hand, he told her, “Not yet.” When he sat down on the seat with his legs parted wide, he instructed her, “Kneel before me and take your fill,
cereza
.”

Delilah wasn’t sure at what point their encounter had moved into the role of dominant and submissive, but for now, following his orders kept her from thinking about how she’d willingly put herself on display in front of a room full of people.

Lowering to her knees between his legs, she focused on her task. She planned to take him over the edge as he’d done to her twice now. With him in hand, she stroked his length. His heat seared her palm. Squeezing and pumping, she watched the pre-cum bead on the tip.

She could smell the musk of his skin, wild and feral. Her desire returned just looking at him. Her sex pulsed with need and her thighs became soaked with her excitement.

“Suck me,” he ordered, staring at her. “I want to feel your hot wet mouth on me and see those exquisite full lips around my cock.”

Eyeing his engorged length, she replied honestly, “I don’t think I can get it all in.”

“Later you will.”

Not attempting to decipher his words, she leaned forward, licked him from balls to tip and then took him into her mouth. She was correct. He was too much to consume orally. Fisting the remainder of his cock, she began to suckle him. Her mouth was crowded as it expanded around him. Head bobbing, she indulged herself, devouring him as if he’d become her favorite treat. She hummed, letting him know how much she enjoyed him.

He groaned as her indulgent vibrations beat against him.

Twinges of need shot through her sex. Before she could reach her hand down between her legs, someone else was there. Air caressed her heated body as the hem of her robe was flipped up to her back.

Turned on, the thought of moving away from the questing fingers never entered her mind. The interloper stroked her wet center, rubbing her clit. Arching her back, she gave him better access to the bud. Two fingers of another hand entered her. Delilah didn’t know or care if it was the same person or not. Willingly she pushed against them, begging for more.

Her mouth never ceased her ministration to her mystery man, her throat relaxed in her building desire. She could almost take all of him in now.

A third hand began caressing her ass, dipped down into her plentiful wetness and then inserted a finger into the furrowed hole. That wicked pressure took her over the edge. She shook and thrashed against them, her cries stifled by the hard cock in her mouth.

“Enough,” her mystery man growled, easily commanding everyone around him as if used to doing it.

All the hands left her, making her feel empty. Stopping like everyone else, her mouth hovered over his penis, now a deep purple with his need to come.

His hands were gentle as they brushed away strands of her hair stuck to the side of her face in perspiration gathering around her mask. “You’re very good,
cereza
.” Still directing their enjoyment, he told her, “I’m ready to come and I desire to be inside of you when I do.”

She understood. Standing, she grabbed a condom from a pedestal bowl beside the chair and slipped it on his length. She was prepared to straddle his lap.

He sat up, untied her robe and pushed it off her shoulders. He smiled as every inch of her body was revealed to him. “Turn around, my
cereza
hermosa
.”

Placing his hands on her hips, he turned her to face what she discovered were three admirers. With demi-masks and the lighting, she couldn’t recognize any of them, besides the fact they were all male. Except Demetrius’ darker skin color and height gave him away.

Her trusted mystery man instructed her to spread her legs. He moved between her thighs as he guided her down onto his engorged length. He pressed into her and her wet pussy stretched wide as she took him. Just like her mouth, Delilah didn’t think she could take in his entire length. Still some distance away from meeting the base of his cock, its head bumped against her cervix.

“It’s too much,” she cried out as her wide-eyed admirer’s eyes watched him fill her.

“Relax,” he whispered against her ear. Grasping her hips, he pulled out of her slick folds then tilted her forward and thrust home, burying himself all the way inside.

Stuffed deep with his hard dick was almost her undoing as the walls of her sex constricted around him.

He groaned, lifting her legs over the arms of the chair and splaying her wet filled passage before her viewers. Wrapping a single strong arm around her middle, he pressed her back against his chest as he leaned them onto the chair. Their joining was exposed fully to the three men crowded around and whoever else cared to look.

Holding her close, he began to move, fucking her in front of all. “Your pussy is so tight,
cereza
. Every time I pull out, it sucks me back in.” His words were for her alone. His lips remained close to her ear as he spoke softly. “You’re going to drain me dry before this night is over.”

In and out, his cock touched and massaged her core.

One of her admirers spoke. “I knew she was a true red. The hair on the cunt never lies. Look at those reddish brown curls.”

The breathy words fluttered across her sex. Now she knew two of her admirers. The one whose mouth lingered over her moist Brazilian cut was Silverman. As her mystery man’s length continued to stroke her deeply, beyond capacity, Silverman began licking her wet folds. Suckling her swollen lips into his mouth. Her hips reared against his attentive tongue.

Squeezing her mystery man’s arm, she drove herself against both men. Demetrius and the other admirer refused to be outdone as they latched onto her breasts, tugging and flicking her nipples.

She was so open. All she could do was take what they gave her. Moreover, she loved every minute of it, thriving on the ardent favor of all four men. Moaning and pleading, she asked for and took on more than she would have believed she could handle. She was consumed. The men gave her no respite, from the three attentive mouths to the enormous cock nuzzling against her G-spot. Delilah ground her body sinuously as they nipped and licked her nipples, flicked and laved her clit and fucked her pussy. Four men feasted on her as if she were an oasis to quench their thirst.

The sound and feel of it all pushed her rapidly toward completion. Her sex, snug and full, clamped down on the cock thrusting in and out of her, causing orgasmic tension to ache low in her belly. Her mystery man and Silverman groaned in unanimous enjoyment as her juices increased. Silverman’s mouth nuzzled her wet lips and suckled her clit. Her heels burrowed into the side of the chair as her mystery man pulled out, only leaving his tip inside. Then he gripped her hips and plunged his thick, long length inside of her. He nestled so deep, she climaxed. Screaming, she released.

“Now it’s my turn,
cereza
hermosa
.”

While her body quivered and shuddered, she found herself on her hands and knees on the floor before her mystery man as he took her deep and hard, giving no mercy. Unashamed, she realized she didn’t want any mercy as she called out, “Fuck me! Fuck me!” Wild and mad, she urged him on, arching her spine lower and taking everything he gave. He stiffened behind her and growled through clenched teeth as he found his release. She reached her peak once again, trembling around him.

Her body wobbling from exertion, she collapsed onto the carpet, panting and in need of oxygen. Before everyone, her mystery man gathered her in his arms and walked out of the room. His lips brushed the center of her forehead as he whispered, “Well done,
mi cereza hermosa
.”

Her heart was elated at the pride she heard in his voice.

~YH~

She didn’t even want to know how he knew which room was hers. After they entered, he closed and locked the door then laid her on the bed.

“Who are you?” she asked. When this night was over, she would need something more to remember than great sex. She needed a name.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked at her for a long moment, his gray eyes unreadable. Then he smiled. “Roberto Sanchez.”

She grinned. “Is that really your name?” She stretched out on the bed.

“Yes,
cereza,
” he answered without pausing. His gaze traveled down her body now completely revealed in the bedroom’s overhead light.