Beautiful Illusions Duet Bundle: Eighty-One Nights and Beautiful Ever After Page 8

  He comes to me and cradles my face, placing a soft kiss against my mouth. “You’re beautiful, Lou.”

  Lou. I hate hearing him call me that when we’re about to be so intimate with one another.

  He should be calling me Cait. And for a brief moment, I consider telling him so. But I don’t. I can’t. He’s a client and this will come to an end. I can’t ever allow myself to forget that.

  Our mouths open at the same time and his tongue moves slowly in a wave against mine. I melt against him and the already-present tingles in my core spread throughout my body.

  His lips leave mine, traveling along my jaw until they reach the side of my neck. I tilt my head to the side, and he pushes my hair away, kissing and sucking and nipping at my skin.

  His mouth moves up and hovers over my ear. “One look is all it took. I saw you and I wanted you.”

  He grips my butt cheeks and pulls me against him, pressing his hard cock against my stomach. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that night.”

  “I’ve thought about you too.” A lot. More than I care to admit.

  His hands migrate to my hips, and he uses his hold on them to pull me toward the bed, kissing me en route as though he can’t get enough of me. I feel his desire for me and the sensation is intoxicating.

  He stops kissing me and grins. And that smile… it’s pure seduction. It could make a nun forget her profession of vows.

  Hutch turns us around and the backs of my legs press against the mattress. He lowers himself to his knees in front of me and pushes my gown up, fisting it over each of my hips. Holding the fabric out of the way, he kisses my stomach and ignites a frenzy of amazing tingles between my legs.

  Holy shit, I can’t believe how turned on I am. I think I’d let this man do anything that he wants to me right now.

  His fingers hook the waistband of my pink and black-lace G-string, dragging it down my legs. My head spins hard. I’m afraid of tumbling over, so I use his shoulders to balance myself as I lift one foot and then the other.

  He tosses my G-string on the floor and pushes his nose into the part between my upper thighs, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, you smell good.”

  I want to be appalled. The good girl inside of me says that I should be, but I’m not. I’m something else entirely.

  Turned on. Horny. Ready.

  That’s what I am.

  His hands glide up my legs, starting at my ankles and stopping at my butt cheeks. He squeezes and pulls me hard against his face, placing his mouth so close to that spot that is silently pleading for his kisses. I moan, I honest-to-fuck moan, proving how desperate I am for him to keep going.

  He gazes up at me and smiles when his eyes connect with mine. The contact doesn’t break, not even when he leans forward and licks me in one long, upward stroke.

  The glide of his soft, wet, velvety tongue. The sight of him licking me. His eyes on mine, watching me watch him. It’s so damn erotic.

  “Sit, mo maise.”

  Mo maise. Mo translates into my, but dammit, I don’t know what maise means. Homework for later, I guess.

  I sit on the bed and he grabs behind my knees, pulling me quickly across the bed until my butt is almost hanging off the edge. Whoa, wasn’t expecting that kind of sudden movement.

  He places my feet on the bedrails and pushes my knees apart, rubbing my inner thighs in long, even strokes. “You’re so tense. Relax. I want you to enjoy this.”

  I’m tense because I don’t know what’s coming next. I can only speculate about what he’s going to do to me. And then it happens. My question is answered when his head dips between my thighs.

  Oh. My. God.

  I moan again when he licks me. I moan because I can’t not moan.

  His slick tongue glides up and down through my slit, occasionally hitting that sensitive nub at the top. I’m so tempted to reach down and spread myself apart because I want to feel more. I want to feel everything. I think I’ll die if he doesn’t give it to me, and at the same time I think I’ll die if he does.

  He inserts a finger, pumping it in and out of my opening while his tongue performs some kind of magic. A new and unfamiliar sensation builds deep within my groin, and the sensation grows stronger and stronger. A rush of warm pleasure quivers deep inside of my pelvis.

  Oh God, right there. It feels so good.

  What is that? Am I having an orgasm?

  I. Think. I. Am.

  I fist the top of his hair and lift my hips up. “Ohh… uhh.”

  My response must excite Hutch because he licks and sucks harder. And I would almost swear that I hear him slurping.

  My legs become nothing more than quivering, boneless appendages in the aftermath of my orgasm.

  My orgasm.

  I just had my first O.

  And it was magnificent.

  Hutch presses a final kiss against my slit. “You taste so fucking good after you come.”

  You taste so fucking good after you come. I’m not 100 percent sure what that means. More homework, I guess.

  What’s next? Does he want me to blow him?

  Duh, Cait. Stupid question. Of course, he does. Guys always want their cocks sucked.

  I hope that I don’t disappoint him. Blowjobs are another area where I lack experience, but I’m eager to make him feel good. I hope that counts for something.

  He stands and I slide off the edge of the bed, preparing to drop to my knees in front of him. “My turn to make you feel good.”

  His hands wrap around the sides of my waist. “I haven’t been with a woman in a long time. I’m afraid that I’ll come as soon as your mouth slides down my cock.”

  “You don’t want me to?”

  He places his fingers beneath my chin and lifts, planting a kiss against my lips. “Trust me. I want your mouth around my cock, but I need to be the one in control this time. I don’t want this to be over before it begins.”

  “I understand.”

  I sit on the bed and scoot to the center, lying flat on my back. I watch as he pushes his boxer briefs down and crawls over me. When we’re face-to-face, his hand comes up to my cheek, cradling it. “You’re beautiful.”

  I smile. Of course, I smile. What woman doesn’t love it when a handsome man tells her that she’s beautiful? “Thank you.”

  Lowering himself against me, Hutch settles between my legs with his erection pressing against my slit. I love the feel of his warm, heavy body lying on top of me but the tip of his bare cock so close to my opening makes me nervous. “We need to revisit the condom conversation.”

  He lowers his mouth to mine and places a soft kiss there. “What have you decided?”

  Hutch provided proof that he was disease-free. While that’s important, it isn’t the only driving factor in my decision. “I believe that sex without condoms should be shared between two people who care deeply for each other. I want to save that for the man that I hope to love one day.”

  He looks at me for a moment before finally replying. “Fair enough.”

  “I’m sorry. I know that’s not what you were wanting to hear.”

  “It means something to you, Lou. Don’t ever be sorry about that.”

  Hutch leans over and reaches into the nightstand drawer, taking out a foiled square. He kneels between my legs, tearing open the package with his teeth, and I watch him roll the condom down his erection. “Inspecting my competency?”

  I laugh aloud. “I trust that you know what you’re doing.”

  “Admiring my cock then?”

  “Actually, I am.”

  He smiles and lowers his body on top of mine again. He uses his knees to push my legs apart and positions the crown of his blood-filled cock against the wet, throbbing split between my legs. He enters me with one hard, smooth motion and I grip his biceps, squeezing hard. I try to suppress my gasp, and the noise that I make comes out sounding like a whimper.

  He pulls back with deliberate leisure. It feels like he’s going to slide out completely, but
then he thrusts into me again. His length, coated with my slick juices, slides out smoothly and then glides in balls deep over and over.

  Hutch slows his pace and squeezes his eyes shut. His face looks pained, and I’d swear that he’s trembling. “You feel so damn good. I’m not ready for this to end.”

  I reach out, wrapping my hands around each side of his face. He opens his eyes, and I can see that he’s struggling to make this last for as long as possible. And he’s losing the battle.

  Why is he fighting so hard to prevent the inevitable? Is he thinking that he gets to come one time tonight and that’s it until next time?

  “It’s okay to let go. You can have me as many times as you want.”

  Hutch’s forearms are pressed into the mattress on each side of my head and they move down, wrapping around the top of my shoulders. His head lowers to mine, our foreheads pressed together, and he groans when he spasms inside me. “Oh fuck, Lou. Fuck.”

  Cait. Pretend that he’s calling you Cait.

  He stills and the only sound that I hear is his moving breath and the tick of the second hand on a clock somewhere in the bedroom.

  My legs fall apart, relaxing with my feet flat against the mattress, and his weight anchors me to the bed. He remains inside of me, and it’s nice to feel him like that instead of his body immediately pulling away.

  He smiles and presses a kiss against my lips. “You… you…”

  “What?”

  He shakes his head. “Nothing.”

  “There are no pretenses between us, remember? Say what’s on your mind, mister.” I like this part of our relationship. It gives me the right to insist on hearing his thoughts.

  “You are…” His smile widens. “Wee down there.”

  I laugh, thinking of how to respond to that. “Thank you. I think.”

  “It’s a compliment. Trust me.”

  He pulls out of me and sits up on the side of the bed, peeling back the condom. “Be right back. Gotta take care of this.”

  He gets up and I shamelessly watch him walk to the bathroom. The man’s ass is perfect and worthy of being admired.

  He returns to bed and lies on his back beside me, hands tucked behind his head. No cuddling but that’s okay; I didn’t expect any.

  He breathes in deeply and slowly exhales. “It’s unbelievable what a good shag can do for you.”

  “You feel better?”

  “Fuck, do I. I feel fab.”

  “I’m glad that I was able to help.”

  Hutch rolls toward me and lies on his side, his upper body propped up. His eyes roam my body for a second, and then he reaches out, cupping the underside of one of my breasts. “A perfect fit.”

  “It seems like we’re having a lot of perfect fits tonight.”

  “Aye, we are.”

  His thumb and index finger roll my nipple, making it hard. “You’re not staying in the bedroom across the hall. That part of the agreement became null and void the second that I was inside of you. Agreed?”

  I guess that’s not up for discussion. But it’s okay with me—I don’t want to stay across the hall anyway. “All right. How often do you want me to sleep over?”

  “Depends on my work schedule but I’ll try to give you as much prior notice as possible. I understand that you have your own life away from here.”

  Hutch paid a lot of money for every moment of my time. He doesn’t have to be considerate of my personal life, and yet he chooses to be. “Thank you for that.”

  His hand moves to my opposite breast and he plays with my other nipple, making it hard too. “You haven’t said anything about the sex being good for you? Was it?”

  This man is asking for affirmation? Does he really not know that he’s a sex god?

  I grin, feeling the heat of embarrassment in my cheeks. “You just gave me my first orgasm. Does that answer your question?”

  “Are you kidding me?”

  “True story.”

  “You’re twenty-two. How have you not had an orgasm?”

  “No one has ever gone down on me.”

  “And you’ve never rubbed yourself to get off?”

  “No.”

  “That is hard to believe.”

  “Well, believe it. That was my first one.”

  “Well, fuck.” He pauses a moment. “What did you think of it?”

  Don’t hold back, Cait. Tell him how much you liked it. He’s as good as asking to be praised. “I’ve never felt anything so good. I want you to do it again. All of the time would be great.”

  A booming chuckle resonates from deep within his chest. “You liked it that much, aye?”

  “It was incredible. I had no idea that an orgasm would feel so good.”

  “It’s only the first of many, Lou.”

  His hand abandons my breast and moves to my stomach, rubbing it in a circular motion around my belly button. Every rotation moves a little lower until the tips of his fingers are grazing the top of my slit. And all of those throbbing little tingles begin to buzz again.

  God, I want more from him. And I want it harder, faster, deeper. I want his tongue inside of me. His fingers. His cock. I want it all.

  He leans closer and his mouth presses against my ear. “We’re going to have a lot of fun together this summer. I’m going to give you a lot of orgasms.”

  Maxwell Hutcheson is getting the girlfriend experience from me. What he doesn’t yet realize is that he in turn is giving me the boyfriend experience.

  Win.

  10

  Maxwell Hutcheson

  Closed eyes. Writhing on the bed with the bed sheets fisted inside her hands. Mouth in the shape of a delicate O. Echoes of pleasure filling the room. Everything about last night was perfect.

  I already knew that Lou was beautiful, but I discovered something new about her last night: she’s even more beautiful when she comes.

  Inside her. That is where I want to be. And it’s where I intend on being a large part of the next three months. Preferably bare, but I no longer see that happening. Any hope that I had for being inside her without a condom is gone after last night’s discussion. She sees skin on skin as something to be shared by people in love. I won’t push her about it again.

  The morning after sex. This is the part where things can get messy between a man and woman who aren’t in a loving, committed relationship. But not with Lou and me. We both understand what our companionship is about and where it’s going. Or not going.

  This is exactly what I needed in my life. She’s everything that I wanted.

  My NOLA girl.

  Lou is sleeping on her stomach and the sheets have worked their way down into a bunch just above the curve of her bum. I’m tempted to reach out and squeeze it, but I resist. She’s probably tired after being woken up three different times during the night to fuck.

  She stirs a wee bit when I get out of bed but doesn’t wake. I leave her to sleep in for as long as she likes. I want her to be well rested for later.

  I also want her to be nourished. I wonder what she would like to eat when she gets up. She seemed to really appreciate the basket of pastries and champagne that I sent her. I think I’ll call and have another one of those delivered.

  I wonder if she prefers coffee or tea? Sweet or savory breakfast? There are so many things that I don’t know about her. But I’m going to know.

  I’m a coffee drinker, always black and piping hot, and I’m on my second cup when Lou comes up behind me and snakes her arms around my waist. She plants a kiss on the side of my neck and my cock twitches. “Good morning, Hutch.” I love hearing her call me that.

  I turn my face toward her and kiss the corner of her mouth. “Good morning yourself. Want some coffee?”

  “No, thank you.”

  “Tea?”

  “Juice works for me.”

  I point to the basket on the counter. “I had champagne and fresh pastries delivered. Orange juice is in the refrigerator if you want mimosas.”

  She kisses the si
de of my face. “You’re already spoiling me.”

  “I promised you that I would.”

  She goes to the basket and pulls back the wrapping. And that’s when I see that she’s wearing my shirt—the white button-down that I stripped off last night and tossed across the chair. And fuck, she looks better in it than I do.

  “Exactly how hungry did you think I’d be this morning? This basket is even bigger than the one you sent to my flat.”

  Ah, she lives in a flat and not a house—it’s a wee bit of personal information about her real life. And I’m adding it to my list of facts regarding this mysterious woman. It doesn’t mean much now, but it could be useful information in the future.

  “You’re the one who said that you were a foodie.”

  “I need calories.” She smiles and takes a croissant out of the basket. “Last night was a vigorous workout.”

  “Not more than you can handle, I hope?”

  “No worries. I’m young. I can keep up.”

  My life has fallen into a stale, stagnant rut, but Lou is pulling me out of the funk. She makes me feel younger. I haven’t felt this alive in years.

  She walks around the bar and goes to the cabinets beside the dishwasher. “Glasses?”

  “Cabinet to the right. Champagne flutes are on the top shelf but hold on.” I get up and go around to fetch the glass for her—she’ll never be able to reach it.

  After I give her two glasses, I place my hand on top of her head and move it toward my chest. “You are a wee thing. I didn’t notice that until now.”

  She looks up at me. “You, sir, are not a wee thing.”

  “I hope not. No man wants to be told that.”

  “No, I suspect not.”

  “I’m pretty sure that you shrank overnight.”

  “I shrink four inches every night when I take off my shoes.” She lowers her voice. “It’s my superpower. What’s yours?”

  “I’m pretty sure that I showed it to you last night right before you had your first orgasm.”

  “That mouth of yours has superpowers all right.” She winks at me and smiles. “Keep that shit up. I like it.”