The Seduction 2 (6 page)

Keely inhales sharply and gives me a look,
like my challenge is accepted.

“It’s not me I’m worried about,” she purrs.
“You’re the one who’s going to be finding it hard to keep your
hands off me. Very hard.” Her arm begins to move again. Such a
slight motion, but I know exactly what it means. She’s getting
herself off, rubbing furiously at that slick nub, imagining my
thick fingers driving deep inside.

Fuck, that’s hot.

“I’m so wet,” she whispers, a gleam in her
eyes. “I want you inside me.”

My hard-on grows to epic proportions under
the table. Damn.

But two can play at that game.

“Put your fingers up that sweet, wet pussy,”
I order her in a low voice. “Now rub your clit. Can you feel that,
baby? Harder now, I know you like it rough.”

I watch her, our eyes locked in a private
battle. She lets out a low moan and it makes me want to shove the
plates to the floor and bury my cock in that gasping mouth.

“I’m aching for you,” she whimpers. “I need
your fingers here, filling me up. Your cock in my mouth…”

Oh hell. I grip the table hard to keep from
reaching for her. She looks so ready to be fucked: her cheeks are
bright red, her tight nipples straining against her dress. She’s in
a secret frenzy, desperate for release, but not able to push
herself over the edge.

“You’re close, baby. I can see it.” I fight
to keep control. “It’s written all over your face. But you made the
rules, remember? You’re the one who said no touching during
dinner.”

She whimpers.

I catch sight of the hostess across the
courtyard. I beckon her over to us. Time to make things
interesting.

“Yes, Mr. Vaughn?” The hostess arrives.
Keely’s eyes flare with shock, her mouth falls open.

“I have a question,” I begin, keeping one
eye on Keely and her jerking hand.

“What do you need?” the hostess asks me
eagerly, leaning in to show off her rack. I ignore it.

“My friend here was wondering, where did you
get that dress? You wanted to know, isn’t that right,
sweetheart?”

I look at Keely, and the hostess turns
too.

Keely’s reeks of sex, anyone with half a
brain could take one look and know what she’s doing there under the
tablecloth.

She’s lucky our hostess is so fucking
dumb.

“Don’t be shy, baby,” I add, pushing it.
“You know you want it.”

Keely pupils are dilated, the skin on her
chest mottled red. She looks like she’s about to come her brains
out. Which is exactly what I want.

“It’s Versace,” the hostess tells her,
oblivious. “From a store on Robertson.”

I feel a kick under the table. Keely glares
at me, trying to keep her cool. But she can’t act for shit, her
lust is written clear on her face.

Fine.

I relent, turning on my charm. “It fits you
perfectly,” I say, and the hostess snaps her head around, focused
on me again. I give her a flirty grin, glancing past her in time to
see Keely gripping the lip of the table with one hand, her knuckles
turning white as her eyes roll back in her head. She climaxes with
a delicious shudder, jerking hard enough against the table to send
her water glass crashing to the ground.

The hostess leaps back.

“I’m so sorry,” I say smoothly. “Why don’t
you send someone to wipe that up?”

The hostess leaves us. Keely recovers,
breathing hard.

“You alright there?” I ask, smirking.
Victory is sweet.

She giggles. “You think you won, don’t
you?”

I pause. “In case you didn’t notice, you
just came.”

“I know.” She slides her hand out from under
the table. It’s glistening, slick with her juices. She slides one
finger between her lips and sucks.

Fuck. My hard-on rages, fucking agony.

“I came, not you,” she murmurs with a wicked
smile. “You’re still stiff as a fucking board, aching to be inside
me. I’d say that’s a point to me.”

Damn, this girl has balls. I narrow my eyes,
wanting her even more. “One point, maybe. But I’m going to take the
game, set, and fucking match. Just you wait.”

12

KEELY

I barely say a word for the drive home, my
body still reeling with pleasure from the crazy intense orgasm I
just had.

I never come that hard alone, not even
close. But with Vaughn’s eyes on me, his dirty words urging me
on…

God, it was hot.

I should feel ashamed right now, having done
something so brazen and wrong. To touch myself like that, right in
front of everyone. And when he called the hostess over...?

I came right in front of her. I didn’t stop
for a second. I couldn’t -- I was way past the point of no
return.

But I liked it. I liked her eyes on me,
Vaughn watching too. I liked the secret I was hiding under the
table, how illicit and forbidden it really was.

I look at Vaughn, cool in the driver’s seat.
How does he know how to push my buttons? To drive me out of my
mind, indulge all my darkest desires?

Vaughn pulls up outside my apartment and
parks without a word. He gets out. opens my door and then walks up
to my apartment, leaving me to grab my purse and scramble after
him.

I catch up on the landing outside my door.
Vaughn holds out his hand for my keys, and I give them to him to
unlock.

Still, he doesn’t speak.

I feel a tremor of nerves. I wonder if he’s
mad at me. I know I teased him, but I was just giving him back what
he was dishing out to me. I wonder if this is about what he told
me, about his family. There had been something angry in the way he
looked at me back at the restaurant, a dark glare in his eyes that
scared and thrilled me in equal measure.

Now, I wonder what’s going on.

Vaughn opens the door and walks inside. I
follow, my anxiety growing. I thought tonight would bring us closer
together, and make this strange relationship more normal. Now, I
don’t know what the hell I was thinking.

Vaughn isn’t the kind of man who chats about
his favorite movie and childhood pets -- and I’m realizing now,
maybe I don’t want him to be. There’s a darkness lurking deep
inside him that scares me, every time I see a glimpse, but it’s a
turn-on too.

A normal man wouldn’t drive me to do these
things. He wouldn’t make me crazy with wanting him -- or send my
body flying to such mind-blowing heights.

“Do you want a drink?” I ask, finally
breaking the silence. My heart is in my throat. I watch him for
some sign of what he’s thinking.

But Vaughn’s face is unreadable as he strips
off his jacket and folds it neatly over the arm of a chair.

“I have some wine, I think, and vodka,” I
say nervously.

Vaughn turns back to me. He looks so hot and
commanding.

“Down.”

He points to the floor in front of him
without another word.

I remember how I felt at the restaurant, how
much I wanted him. How much I still want him. My body clenches.

He’s already unzipping his pants, yanking
them down to pull out his cock. It strains, massive in his hands,
and I have to keep from moaning.

He has such power over me. It’s his gift. I
don’t have to make a single decision, no thoughts or doubts, just
the aching need that possesses my body, and the single,
overpowering craving.

To obey.

I fall to my knees in front of him. He
plunges his dick into my mouth in a single stroke, hitting so deep
at the back of my throat, I almost gag. But he doesn’t stop, not
for a second, just grips my hair in his fist and thrusts again,
savage and fast, filling me up, setting my body on fire with
lust.

This isn’t a blow-job, steady and rhythmic.
Vaughn is fucking my mouth. Thrusting into me, hard and deep.
Yanking my head closer, pulling at my hair.

And God, I want it all.

I suck him deeper, flicking my tongue
against the underside of his shaft as he pulls out and pumps into
me again. This time I’m ready to take him all the way, feeling his
huge head pushing against the ridges of my throat. I’m dizzy,
gorging on him. It’s too much, too deep, overwhelming every sense
until there’s nothing but my desperate sucking and his savage
grunts -- and the flood of desire pooling between my thighs.

I’m so turned on, I can barely breathe.

Vaughn’s body tremors. He eases his grip on
my hair, backing off just a little. But I don’t want it soft; I
need every harsh thrust. I’ve gone long enough without his hands on
me. This is what I was imagining in the restaurant, and it’s even
better than I could dream.

I reach up, grasping at him. I find his
hands, and pull them back down on my head again, forcing him to
yank me closer again.

I feel his cock leap in my mouth as he
realizes what I’m asking, and then suddenly he’s tearing free,
grabbing me and throwing me down on the couch.

I gasp, not able to recover before he bends
over, positioning himself so his cock is thrust up against my face,
his body is leaning over me. He hikes up my dress, yanking the
black lace to the side, and buries his face between my thighs.

His tongue licks up against my clit and I
scream, muffled by his cock.

Vaughn devours me, lapping, licking,
suckling me between his lips.

Jesus.
More
.

I take him deep into my mouth, licking the
length of his shaft to the head. He thrusts harder, and now I’m
delirious with the pleasure. I can’t take it, it’s too much to
process, the demands of his cock thrusting down my throat, and his
mouth gorging on my pussy.

Pleasure crashes through me. I cling on to
his firm ass, bobbing my head into his crotch with a new intensity
as my body twists tighter and I hurtle close to the edge.

Vaughn licks down to my aching lips, and
plunges his tongue deep inside me.

Fuck
.

I buck against him with a cry. He fucks me
with his tongue, relentless, fingers biting into my thighs, forcing
my body up to meet him as he thrusts inside me.

I start to quake, my orgasm building, but
then he moves back to my clit, nipping painfully to stem my
explosion. I whimper, arching into his mouth, needing release so
bad I think I might die. My whole body is pinned in place, his hips
thrusting down against my face to bury his cock in my mouth. I
can’t move, I can’t speak, I can barely breathe, but it doesn’t
matter, not with my body controlled by such need. All I can do is
buck against him.

Please
.

As if answering my whimpered prayers, Vaughn
slips a finger inside me. He pulses quick and hard as his tongue
circles my clit with devastating precision, finger curling up to
hit my sweet spot, high inside. Then his hand is gone and his
tongue is back, plunging inside, fucking me with relentless
pressure and this time, I can’t hold back.

I come with a cry, choking on his cock as my
body explodes around his tongue. The spasms ricochet through my
body, my most intense orgasm ever, but he’s not done with me
yet.

I’m in freefall when I feel it, an intrusion
at my asshole. I tense in panic, but I’m too far gone to stop, I
can only shudder through another shockwave as Vaughn pushes his
finger into me back there, slick with my own juices.

Holy shit.

The feeling is incredible, a deep,
glittering pressure. I’m stretched, it’s too tight, too much, but
my body is a slave to the sensation. Another orgasm rips through
me, more intense than ever, and Vaughn uses the tremor to sink his
finger all the way in to the knuckle.

He pulses it inside of me and fuck, the
world implodes.

I come screaming. Ecstasy slams through me.
Vaughn’s thrusts grow frantic, and then he tears himself from my
mouth with a savage cry, exploding in a hot spurt of milky liquid
over my face, my dress, my belly. He pumps hard, riding out his
climax with a roar of abandon as I lay shuddering beneath him,
spent and gasping and totally undone.

His.

13

VAUGHN

I drive home through the dark city, still
tense as hell despite the epic load I just shot all over Keely’s
luscious body.

Damn, that girl looks good with my cum
dripping off her gorgeous tits.

I drive fast, gripping the steering wheel as
I speed angrily down the midnight streets. I know why I’m so
fucking stressed, and it’s got nothing to do with dinner anymore.
This one is all on me.

I failed.

I should have taken her tonight. I should
have buried my cock deep inside her, instead of my tongue. I should
have shoved her down and fucked her into submission the way I’ve
been planning all along.

But instead, I held back, forcing my
pleasure in her warm mouth instead of her tight cunt. Now I’m
driving home with a stiff cock when I could be spreading her wide
for another round: pinned up against the wall with my dick buried
balls deep hammering her from the inside out.

What the fuck is going on?

I’ve been promising her the fuck of the
century since the day we met, and it was right there for the
taking. Her pussy was soaked, her eyes begged me to take her hard.
Just nine inches sliding in the right spot, and this would all be
over. Another client happy, another contract done.

I’d never have to see her again.

And that’s the fucking problem.

I slam the steering wheel in frustration,
tires screaming on the road as I pull a U-turn and screech to a
stop outside one of my regular bars. I need a drink, and a dirty
fuck, and this is the place to find both.

Inside, the bar is dark, and crammed
wall-to-wall with hot chicks. That’s more like it. I head for the
bar, checking out the scene, but not a single head turns in my
direction.

What the fuck?

“Dude, what are you doing here?” My
assistant, Maggie, is sitting on a bar-stool, wearing a tight skirt
and low-cut top.