Bliss (11 page)

“When did you two meet?” J.M. asked.

“I’m just across the hall from Kara. We met on our way to registration. This is who I had dinner with the first night.”

He smiled at Kara. “So we almost ran into each other again last night.”

“Did Kara tell you what she does for a living?” Grace’s eyes met Kara’s and she gave her a wink. “She’s a sex columnist.”

“Has she happened to tell you her opinion of Tantra?” J.M. asked.

His hand stroked lightly across her shoulder, sending tremors through her.

“Well, I got the idea she’s not really into it. I told her at dinner last night that I thought you could change her mind.”

He smiled. “I think I’m starting to make some headway on that.”

Kara’s shoulders slumped. She wasn’t sure what to say. She finished her drink and pushed away the empty glass. J.M. slid the full one in front of her.

“Kara, did you tell Jeremy your concerns about your column? He might have some ideas for you.”

J.M. turned to her. “What concerns?”

“It’s nothing, really.”

“She’s afraid her editor thinks her column is getting stale. She could use some fresh ideas.”

Kara shrugged and took a sip of her drink.

“A sex column.” J.M. swirled his drink, considering. “There are a lot of interesting topics, but you’re looking for something a little different. Something fresh.”

She took another drink. Her head felt a little fuzzy. She wasn’t used to drinking much. “I’ve done orgasms and dating techniques, how to know if a guy is into you—stuff like that. I’m doing an article on flirting.”

“Really?”

At his amused expression, she pursed her lips and took another sip.

“One of the workshops is about women’s sexual fantasies. Have you done anything like that?” Grace asked.

“You mean being rescued by a knight in shining armor—that sort of thing?” Kara asked.

“I was thinking more about bondage, sex in an elevator . . . threesomes,” Grace responded.

Kara felt her cheeks flush. “I . . . uh . . . wouldn’t really know about that kind of thing.”

“Now, I could definitely help you with that,” J.M. said.

“You want to have sex in an elevator?” she blurted before her brain censor could kick in.

“Well, of course. But I was thinking I could help you identify various types of fantasies. I’ve researched women’s fantasies as part of what I do. I had a friend who used hypnotism to discover what her deepest fantasies were, and to bring them to life. She’d always had a problem coming to orgasm and it helped her immensely. Doing a column about fantasies could be very helpful and informative for your readers.”

“So . . . you’re offering to hypnotize me?”

“I could do that. Or . . . maybe I could arrange something a little more interesting.”

After the party, J.M. walked Kara and Grace to their floor. Intense awareness of J.M. rippled through her as she’d stood beside him in the elevator and now as they walked down the hall. They stopped in front of Kara’s door.

“Well, I’m heading off to bed. Good night.” Grace unlocked her door and went inside.

Kara glanced at J.M., ready to tell him she needed to get some sleep, that she’d see him the next morning, but he rested his hands on her shoulders and gazed at her with simmering chocolate brown eyes. Heat emanated from his hands, washing through her, turning her insides to mush. An incredible yearning jolted through her. She stepped closer, rested her hand on his cheek, and kissed him. His arms came around her and he tugged her tight to his body. Their lips joined in a blaze of passion.

Their lips parted and she gazed into his eyes.

“Come in,” she murmured breathlessly.

She reached into her small purse and pulled out her key card. As soon as they were inside the room, he shoved the door closed and tugged her into his arms again, then plundered her mouth with sure strokes of his tongue. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, which tasted of rye.

She fumbled with her blouse and dropped it from her body, then unfastened her skirt. His shirt fell to the floor, then his pants. As she gazed at the huge erection stretching his charcoal briefs, she felt a raging need build inside her. Hormones spiraled through her in a chaotic dance and her insides ached with need. She shed her skirt and panty hose, then stroked her finger over his bulge.

“None of that Tantra stuff tonight,” she insisted. “I want hot and heavy.” She stripped off her bra and cupped her hands over her breasts. “I don’t want you to hold back.”

She tweaked her nipples, pinching them until they nearly burst with pleasure.

His eyes burned with lust as her hands stroked her breasts. When he still didn’t make a move toward her, she slid her fingers into her panties and slipped them inside.

“I’m wet. Really, really wet. Thinking of you.”

She slid her panties down her legs and kicked them away, her yearning for him gnawing at her.

“I want you to take me like a wild man. Show me how much you want me.”

As she continued to stroke herself, his eyes grew dark. She felt naughty and . . . intensely sexy. He stepped toward her, a powerful, almost dangerous aura about him. He wrapped his hands around her hips, then glided them over her butt. He pulled her tight to his body, then slid his hands under her thighs and lifted her up. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. His cock pressed against her wet slit, only the thin cotton of his briefs between them.

His mouth captured hers, his tongue delving deep inside. Overwhelmed by his intense masculinity, she barely noticed them moving across the room until her back thumped against the wall. He pressed his body tight against hers, then worked his hard cock free of its cotton prison. His thick cockhead stroked her slit.

His tongue thrust deep into her mouth and his body drove forward, thrusting his rock-hard cock deep inside her. She whimpered at the searing pleasure of his shaft filling her so completely . . . and so suddenly.

“Yes,” she breathed into his ear. “Take me!”

His gaze locked on hers and he drew back and thrust into her again. Her eyelids fluttered closed . . . briefly . . . then opened to his compelling dark gaze.

“Kara, look at me while I’m fucking you.”

Excitement raced through her at his coarse language. His body held her pressed hard to the wall, his cock impaling her like a stake holding her in place.

“That’s what you want me to do, right? Fuck you.”

She nodded. “Yes.”

He pivoted his pelvis, pushing his cock deeper.

“Fast and hard.”

“Oh, yes.”

He drew back and thrust again. Pleasure catapulted through her. He rammed into her again and again.

“Yes. Oh, please . . .”

Joy vibrated through her as he thrust into her like a jack-hammer.

“Make me come,” she pleaded, clinging to his shoulders.

He grasped her knees and lifted them, opening her legs wider, driving his cock impossibly deep as he rammed her against the wall with every thrust. She moaned.

He leaned in and nipped her neck.

“Am I making you come?”

She nodded, whimpering as intoxicating bliss filled her . . . then white-hot sensation blazed through her, erupting in a fierce explosion of ecstasy.

She collapsed against him, gasping for air. The whole experience had been so . . . intense and . . . erotic.

He carried her to the bed, his cock still immersed in her, and laid her down. He kissed her tenderly, then began to glide his cock in and out. She moaned as the pleasure flared again.

“You are incredibly sexy, sweetheart.”

He stroked her clit with his finger and she cried out in pleasure. His cock stroked her with slow, deep thrusts, while he flicked her clit. She clutched him tight to her body as another orgasm swept through her.

“Oh, yes . . . yes . . .” She gasped.

Still he glided his cock into her, then did a little spiral. Her orgasm intensified, then hot, searing joy blazed through her.

Finally, she slumped back on the bed.

He smiled as he stroked her hair tenderly. “I see you’re really into this fantasy idea.”

“Fantasy?”

“You wanted me to be a bad-boy type and take you. That’s a fantasy of sorts. And a very effective one, it seems.”

“It was pretty great.”

He stood up and pulled her to her feet, then kissed her thoroughly.

“Do you want to . . . stay the night?” She liked the idea of him in her bed. Snuggling all night long.

“Absolutely.”

She slid under the covers and he curled in behind her. His erection glided between her legs as he cupped her breast.

“You didn’t come,” she said.

“With you writhing in pleasure in my arms? Are you kidding? Of course I came. I just didn’t release.”

“Oh.”

She couldn’t really argue with him. And she liked his long, hard cock nestled between her legs. Pressing against her slit. She wiggled a little closer and tremors of pleasure rippled through her. Of course, she might never get to sleep.

But the warmth of his body pressed against hers, combined with the afterglow of their lovemaking, quickly lulled her into a contented sleepiness.

He nuzzled her ear. “What if tomorrow we fulfill another fantasy?”

“Mmm. That would be nice,” she said as she drifted closer to sleep.

“What about sex with a stranger?”

“Mm hmm. That’s a good idea.”

Chapter Ten

The sound of her alarm dragged Kara from sleep. She tapped the snooze button, then sank back against J.M.’s warm body.

“Do you have to get up right away?” He nuzzled her neck.

“I have a few minutes to spare.” She rolled around and faced him with a smile.

“Good.” He brushed her lips with his. She wrapped her arms around him and deepened the kiss. His hard cock pressed against her belly. His hand slid between them and . . . his cock slid inside her. Then he pulled her close and cuddled her.

And cuddled her.

After another few moments, she wiggled a little, enjoying the feel of his stiff shaft moving inside her

She stroked her hand across his broad chest, enjoying the ripples of muscle beneath her fingertips. “Aren’t you going anywhere with this?” she asked.

“Actually, I just wanted to enjoy the closeness and intimacy.” He kissed her temple. “In Tantra, the goal isn’t orgasm.”

“Screw that,” she said, tipping him onto his back and trapping him between her knees. She grinned impishly. “
I
want an orgasm.”

She lifted her body, then pushed herself down on him again. His hard cock stroked her inner walls, sending ripples of pleasure through her. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts, then pushed herself up and sank back down on him. When he twitched inside her, she smiled.

He leaned forward and nipped her nipple with a light brush of his teeth, then sucked. She dropped her head back, moaning softly, as his hand slid down her stomach and his fingertip stroked over her clit. High-voltage sensations sparked through her. She increased her rhythm, pleasure building in her. He sucked her nipple while he toyed with her clit. His cock glided up and down her passage. She squeezed him inside, intensifying the sensation. He cupped her buttocks and pressed together, squeezing him inside her. She sucked in air as the blissful onset of orgasm swept through her . . . then exploded in fiery sparks of ecstasy. She moaned long and loud as she ground her pelvis against him. He flipped her under him and drove deep. She gasped as another orgasm erupted inside her. He swirled and thrust. The wave of ecstasy swept through her . . . on and on.

Finally, she slumped back on the bed and smiled up at him.

“Now that’s what I call an orgasm.”

Kara stroked her soapy hands across J.M.’s back as the warm shower water streamed over them. He turned around to face her.

“Do you want me to arrange that fantasy for tonight?”

She grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up her hands again, then dragged them over his hard, sculpted abs, then down the fur on his belly.

“What fantasy?” she asked.

“Sex with a stranger. Remember? I suggested it last night. As research for a column on women’s sexual fantasies.”

She vaguely remembered him mentioning something about it as she fell asleep last night. As she stroked over his groin, his cock hardened and swelled. She wrapped her hands around his cock and soaped it thoroughly.

“I already did the sex with a stranger. You and I two nights ago. Remember?”

He lathered up his hands and ran his soapy fingers over her breasts. The nipples puckered.

“What I’m talking about is totally anonymous sex. When you don’t even know who it is who is making love to you. Not what he looks like, what his name is. Nothing.”

“How could I not know what he looks like if I’m making love with him?”

“A blindfold.”

She smiled. “Really. That sounds fun. So you’ll pretend to be a total stranger?”

“Who said anything about pretending?”

She stepped back and stared at him wide-eyed. “You want me to make love to a complete stranger? Someone I know nothing about?”

“That’s right. It’s a fantasy about sex
with a stranger.
”

She sucked in a deep breath. “I can’t do that.” She shook her head. “And if I could, I wouldn’t know . . . I mean, he could be anyone. I could pass him the next day and not even know it.”