Dancer in Lingerie: Lingerie #13 Page 5

  He walked up to me and held out my black coat so I could put my arms through the sleeves. He wore the same disappointed expression, but his mouth was clenched tightly like he was stopping himself from saying anything else.

  My heart softened at the gesture, and I hated myself for feeling any kind of empathy for him. But I loved that coat so much that I slid my arm into one sleeve and then the other.

  Bosco pulled it over my shoulders and then smoothed the fabric down my arms. His smell was in the air instantly, along with his frustration. His hands gave me a gentle squeeze before he released me.

  I turned around and looked at him again, finding him even more beautiful in the shadows than I did in the restaurant. The light from the streetlamp hit his face perfectly, bringing a special color to his eyes. His arms hung by his sides, and he kept a few inches of space between us. “You’re right. You’re not my kind of woman.”

  I refused to take that as an insult.

  “That’s why I like you.”

  I tightened my coat across my body, trapping the warm air against my body.

  “You don’t know anything about me. But you’re right, I’m not a good guy. I’m not the man you’ll marry. I won’t give you four kids. But I will give you the most fun you’ll ever have, the kind of sex that’ll make your toes curl. Until you meet the guy you’re looking for, I can be everything else you need in the meantime. Don’t waste more time with guys like Samuel. Go to bed with a real man. Go to bed with me.” His arms remained by his sides, but they shook slightly with restraint. His gaze was intense, borderline desperate. He was used to getting his way, but with me, getting what he wanted wasn’t simple.

  I shouldn’t even want to agree to this, but I was standing there in the freezing cold wishing he would make me warm. Bosco was the last guy I should be with, but the idea of finding someone else was unappealing. All I would do was think about him, as my date with Samuel proved.

  There was a mutual understanding that this would be meaningless. Sex was the only thing I wanted him for, and it seemed to be the only thing he wanted me for.

  When nothing was said, he spoke again. “Let me take you home.”

  I stepped closer to him, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us. I wanted to inhale his scent, smell it as it was mixed with sweat. I wanted to taste his skin as well as his lips, claw at his back until I sliced the skin. My hands moved to his stomach, feeling his abs through the fabric of his suit. “As long as you’re gone before morning.”

  4

  Bosco

  We sat side by side in the back of the car as my driver drove to her apartment. I never asked for her address because I already knew exactly where she lived.

  She didn’t seem surprised.

  I looked out the window into the darkness, but I was actually looking at her reflection in the glass. A few strands of hair framed her face, and she was exceptionally beautiful. With those beautiful cheeks, full lips, and those bright green eyes, she was one hell of a fantasy. That dark hair contrasted against her slightly olive skin. She was almost a foot shorter than me, but with long legs like that, she seemed much taller. She had the hourglass figure of a model, perfect waistline, perfect ass, and perfect tits.

  I couldn’t wait to fuck her.

  I’d been thinking about it since the first time I’d kissed her.

  The thought consumed me constantly. She was the one woman I couldn’t have, the one woman who didn’t give a damn about me. The only way I could convince her to sleep with me was if I proved to her how detached it could be.

  She made it clear she didn’t want me for any other reason.

  Not once did she ask how I made my money. Not once did she ask how many people I’d killed. Not once did she ask me something even remotely personal.

  Because she didn’t give a damn.

  She was a smart woman who didn’t want to waste her time on a man who would never be good enough for her.

  I respected that—immensely.

  All the women in my life seemed to want more. One night was never enough. And when there were multiple nights, they only got more attached. But those were the kind of women that were impressed by my ironclad authority. They wanted to be my queen, stand by my side as I ruled this city.

  Carmen didn’t give a damn.

  The driver stopped in front of her apartment, and we made our way up to the third floor and into the thousand-square-foot apartment where she lived alone. It was decorated in the same style as her flower shop, with pink couches and a blue coffee table. It was a design that could be ripped out of home decorating catalog. She flicked on the lights then let her heavy coat fall down her arms before she hung it up on the coatrack.

  Her black dress was backless, showing the small muscles that flanked her spine. The steep curve in her back was prominent, so sexy I accidentally bit the inside of my cheek as I stared at it. I unbuttoned the jacket of my suit as I came up behind her, my mouth hungry for that beautiful skin.

  I gripped both of her arms as my lips moved to the back of her neck. The second my mouth was on her body, I was lost. My hands squeezed her limbs, and I kissed her hard, devouring her in the entryway. I pulled her against my chest as my kisses migrated more toward her face. I tugged her against me and forced her head back, exposing more of her neck to my reach. My warm breaths fell on her skin as I kissed her, letting my cock grind against her ass through my slacks. I’d been hard on and off all night, and now my dick was about to rip through my pants.

  She panted right away, arching her back and pushing into me as she let me have her. She wanted me to take her, practically begged me to. In just that short amount of time, I could tell she was an experienced woman, the kind that wasn’t afraid to tell a man exactly how she liked to be pleased.

  I kissed the shell of her ear before I whispered against it, “Fucking beautiful.” I yanked on her arm and turned her around, my hand sliding into her hair as my other arm hooked around her waist. I pulled her against my chest then kissed her hard on the mouth.

  She kissed me even harder.

  I guided her backward down the hall toward the bedroom, my hands feeling this woman more intimately than I had before. Now that I knew how this would end, I gripped her a little tighter, kissed her a little harder. Every embrace was pleasurable, erotic foreplay that would lead to the kind of sex we would never forget. I backed her up farther until we entered her bedroom.

  She cupped my face and kissed me the way she did in the alleyway, her lips giving me purposeful kisses that blew my mind. Never sloppy and never slow, she had perfect timing. Her soft lips were so full, perfect to suck into my mouth and wrap around my cock. She pushed my jacket off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor before she yanked on my tie. Like she’d done this many times, she had no problem getting my tie off. In fact, she removed it quicker than I could.

  Her fingers went to my shirt next, quickly unfastening each button while our kisses never slowed. She pushed the shirt over my shoulders next and let it hit the floor at the foot of her bed. Her mouth was suddenly yanked from mine, and she looked down at my chest.

  The heat had been severed because she’d ended it without warning. It seemed like she’d changed her mind, like she’d realized this was a mistake she couldn’t live with. But then the desire burned in her eyes, and she dragged her hands down my chest, feeling the hardness of my pecs and then my abs. Slowly, she moved, biting her bottom lip in the process.

  Jesus Christ.

  I always made a woman feel sexy. But a woman had never made me feel so sexy.

  Her fingers trailed the riverbeds in my abs, touching the hard muscle that a thousand daily crunches produced. Lower, her fingertips went until she reached the top of my slacks. Her hands were steady as she unfastened the button and got the zipper down. She took her time, purposely torturing the both of his. Then her tongue swiped across her bottom lip, like the sight of my body had been everything she’d ever wanted.

  She gripped my slacks and my boxers and
slowly tugged them down as she lowered herself to her knees in front of me, her dress rising over her hips and settling above her waist. Her toned thighs were exposed, along with the teal color of her panties.

  She pulled my bottoms down until they were around my ankles then stared at my cock with the same desire she gave the rest of me. “Oh…wow.” Her hands glided up my muscular thighs until she gripped my hips. Slowly, she leaned in and pressed a kiss to the head of my cock, giving him a slow and seductive greeting.

  Who the fuck was this woman?

  She dragged her tongue over the head, tasting the drool I had developed for her. She shut her mouth and enjoyed the taste before she did it again, getting my head wet with her saliva.

  Head wasn’t even this good when I paid for it.

  She opened her mouth and flattened her tongue before she pushed her mouth past the head of my cock. She closed her eyes for a moment, like she was enjoying the way my thickness stretched her throat.

  I thought she’d be on the bed by now and we’d be fucking.

  But this was good too.

  She pushed my length as deep as she could go without losing her breath before she pulled it out again. Slowly, she moved, pressing her tongue hard against me and carefully keeping her mouth wide apart to keep the edge of her teeth away from my length. She sucked my cock like she enjoyed it, enjoyed everything from the size to the taste.

  When I slid my hand into her soft hair, her eyes flicked up and looked at me.

  Holy fuck.

  Bright green orbs stared into mine, her arousal on fire. She didn’t skip a beat as she continued to push my length into her throat, slowly so she could treasure every single inch. Her hands moved to my balls, and she gently massaged them with her soft fingertips.

  My hand tightened on her hair, and I forgot to breathe. I’d been sucked off a lot in my life, but never quite like this. Her pressure was perfect, and even though she moved so slow, it felt so right. Her mouth was warm and soft, and she took extra care to make sure he felt welcome between those pretty lips.

  She moved a little farther and pushed an extra inch inside, taking as much as she possibly could. She left a few inches of my base out, but that was still better than most women could handle.

  With my feet shoulder-width apart, I gradually moved with her, giving her my dick at the same pace as she took it. She was getting me so wet, and I suspected I was doing the same to her. A woman didn’t suck dick like that unless she loved every second of it.

  She sucked on the head of my cock before she swiped her tongue across it. When she pulled off her mouth, there was a strand of saliva between her lips and the tip of my cock. She swiped it away with her tongue, never taking her eyes off me. This woman was so confident, so comfortable in her own skin, and that was the sexiest thing ever. Some women tried to pretend to be something they weren’t, tried to be confident and cool to impress me, but they were never comfortable in their own shoes. This woman truly didn’t give a damn what anyone thought of her.

  She gripped my hips and pressed a soft kiss to the head of my cock, like she was giving him a tender goodbye. Sitting with her knees folded underneath her and her bright thong visible, she looked too perfect to be real.

  She grabbed my hands and pulled herself up before she turned around and slid her hair over one shoulder, showing me the zipper to the back of her dress.

  But all I was looking at was her perky ass in that blue thong. Two perfect cheeks that reminded me of plump nectarines, the color of her skin was gorgeous in comparison to that small piece of fabric. I breathed against her hair as I stared at it, feeling like a teenage boy who was getting pussy for the very first time.

  I finally grabbed the top of the zipper and pulled it down, moving over the steep curve of her ass and to the bunched fabric where her dress was shoved up. I yanked it down to finish, and the dress opened and fell down her front.

  Her naked back was beautiful, a perfect spine flanked by small muscles that shifted under the skin every time she moved. Flawless and untouched, it was the perfect receptacle for my kisses. I started at the back of her neck then kissed her shoulders, my fingers playing with the lace of her thong. I wrapped the material around my digit, adjusting it slightly so I could see the top of her ass. Instead of kissing her more, I could have pushed her onto the bed and sunk between her legs, but I loved taking my time. I loved exploring every inch of this exquisite woman.

  I grabbed her hips and turned her around, seeing her in nothing but her thong and heels. The second I saw her perky tits, I inhaled a deep breath like I’d never seen boobs in my life. With perfect shape, perfect roundness, and perfect nipples, they were the hottest pair of tits I’d ever seen. They were big enough to fill the palm of my hands. “Jesus fucking Christ.” I lifted her up so her tits were right in my face. I gripped her ass cheeks as I held her against my waist and kissed the valley between her breasts.

  She hooked her legs around my waist and dug her hand into my hair, breathing hard as I harshly sucked her nipples into my mouth.

  They tasted like honey and smelled like flowers. My tongue devoured every inch of her beautiful rack, my face getting lost in the soft cushion of her perkiness. I loved every feature on a woman, but her perfect tits suddenly made me a boob man.

  I carried her to the bed, my knees sinking into her mattress as I gently laid her back onto the pillows. My lips pulled her tit into my mouth again as my hand pushed off her right heel. I did the same with the other shoe before I got a handful of her thong.

  I leaned back and rested on the balls of my feet as I pulled the last piece of material off her body, over her shapely thighs and sexy knees. She bent her legs so I could get them down to her ankles and off her body.

  In the center of her thong, I could see how wet she was. I stared at the shiny material before my eyes met hers.

  There wasn’t a hint of shame. She looked back at me fiercely, like she wanted my cock to feel just as how wet she was.

  I wrapped the thong around my length and smeared her arousal all over me.

  She took a deep breath, her nipples hardening like the end of a pencil.

  I kept my gaze locked on hers as I rubbed myself, feeling her warm stickiness coat me from head to base. She was so fucking wet that there was enough to make my entire dick shine.

  I left the panties on the bed then widened her legs so I could get a taste directly from the source. My mouth kissed her entrance without giving her much warning, and as soon as my lips were on her, she rolled her head back and moaned.

  “Bosco.”

  My tongue swiped her clit the second I heard my name on her tongue. I’d heard my name shouted by beautiful women before, always in the heat of passion, but it never sounded quite as good as when she said it. Her moan was accompanied by a wince of pain, as if she was so aroused it was actually painful. If she didn’t come soon, she would explode.

  I took my time kissing her pussy, getting acquainted with the territory I would mark as my own. My tongue moved inside her entrance, and I tasted her arousal. Flooded with lubrication, she didn’t need my saliva to get her slick. I wanted to taste her anyway, to enjoy her the way she’d just enjoyed me.

  She arched her back and writhed on the bed, her arousing performance on display. Her fingers dug into my hair, and she ground her bottom against my mouth, aggressively taking exactly what she wanted.

  Sexy.

  I knew she wanted to come against my face, and she was almost there. But I had other plans for her.

  When she was about to come, I pulled my mouth away and licked her taste from my lips.

  She released a growl of frustration. “Bosco…”

  I moved off her and prepared to fetch my slacks from the floor.

  “Wait.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me back on top of her. Then she opened her nightstand and fished out a condom. I got a peek inside the drawer and saw a pile of at least twenty of them, along with her birth control pills and a few pieces of jewelry. She ripped the packet
then pushed the condom over my head and gently rolled it to the base, just like an instructor in a health class. But she kept her eyes on me, her fingers doing all the work.

  I didn’t know what was sexier, the way she knew how to use a condom or the fact that she had her nightstand stuffed with foil packets. She took control of her sexual encounters, inviting lucky men to her apartment for a passionate night of sex with a goddess.

  And I got to be one of those lucky men.

  I got to fuck this queen.

  I positioned myself farther on top of her, my chest pressing against her wet tits and my muscular thighs separating her slender legs. My narrow hips fit perfectly between her inner thighs, and my hand guided the tip of my cock to her entrance. I felt the moisture right at her entrance and sank into her, slowly pushing through her tightness and delving deeper into this soaked pussy.

  Fuck.

  She clawed at me right away, her eyes burning with immense desire. She gripped the back of my neck and yanked on my hair, moaning quietly in my face as she felt the inches gradually stretch her wide apart.

  I kept going, slowly making my way into this perfect pussy. I could feel how wet and tight she was, feel the way her body responded to mine. She gripped my length like she never wanted it to leave.

  When I was balls deep, I stopped on top of her, enjoying the feeling of our bodies combined together. I’d wanted to fuck her since I had her pinned against that wall in the alleyway, my hard dick rubbing against her clit. I’d been thinking about it ever since, smelling the stain on my jeans before jerking off.

  I held my face above hers, seeing the same satisfaction in her gaze that was in mine. I hadn’t even started fucking her yet, and it was still the best sex I’d ever had. She wanted me so much. I could feel it in the way she squeezed me, like she was already about to come.

  Not caring about the taste of her pussy on my lips, she kissed me, her hand deep in my hair. She sucked my bottom lip and then gave me her tongue, swirling it with mine as her pussy tightened around me. She ended the kiss but didn’t pull her mouth away. “Fuck me.” The words emerged as a sexy whisper, an order from a beautiful commander. She looked me in the eye as she said it, having all the authority of a queen.