Authors: Bella Andre
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© 2011 Bella Andre
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Candace, a newcomer to writing erotica, is thrilled when Charlie, a veteran of the industry, agrees to be her mentor. But neither of them ever expected that Charlie's lessons on new positions, using toys, varying locations and role playing would spiral from verbal instruction into hot, hands on education. Unfortunately, Candace's deception about the new erotic romance she's writing--where Charlie plays the starring role--is about to threaten their one chance at true love.
Chapter One
Luke gave Claire one of his trademark smoldering glances, the kind that kept her and her vibrator company when she was alone in bed at night, dreaming of him. After ten years of platonic friendship, after a painful decade of hearing about every woman who had passed in and out of Luke’s bed, Claire knew it was time for things to change.
Maybe her new confidence came from the three Manhattans she’d already gulped down. Maybe it was because they were celebrating her promotion to Senior Vice President of SF BankCorp, and she was giddy with her new found power. Whatever the reason, Claire simply didn’t care about anything else tonight, outside of the promise she read in Luke’s eyes.
Uncrossing her long, supple legs, and then re-crossing them slowly for impact, she scooted to the edge of her bar stool and leaned in close to Luke in the steamy bar. Keeping her eyes trained on his mouth, she found the courage hiding deep within herself and said, “If I have to look at your lips for one more second without tasting them, I think I’m going to go crazy.”
Luke’s eyes didn’t widen in surprise. And he didn’t make things any easier for her by leaning in to kiss her. Instead he raised an eyebrow, puckered his delicious lips slightly in a half-smile, and said, “Prove it.”
The heat between Claire’s legs increased several degrees and her nipples grew hard beneath her sexy silk top. For once in her life it was time to feel, not think.
Leaning forward until she was so close she could feel his breath on her lips, she reached up with her thumb and gently stroked Luke’s bottom lip. A shiver ran through her, and she felt as if her nipples were going to break through the fine silk of her top.
She wondered if anyone else in the bar had noticed how incredibly turned on she was, but she forced the thought aside. She wasn’t going to ruin her one chance at seducing the only man she’d ever loved because of what some strangers thought.
She had imagined feeling his lips on her breasts so many times, just touching them with her fingers was almost enough to make her spontaneously come in her seat. His lips were almost rough to the touch, and she wanted to explore every square millimeter of skin, from the corner where his upper and lower lips met so exquisitely, to the incredibly sexy, yet masculine bow in the middle of his upper lip.
Part of her wanted to go as slow as possible, to savor the sensations already washing through her in waves. But the other part of her, the part that made her pussy lips drenched and hot, wanted nothing more than to straddle Luke, right then and there at the bar, to sink down on his cock one inch at a time until she was on the edge of the best orgasm of her life.
Lighter than a feather, Luke darted his tongue against her thumb. Claire groaned, practically in pain, her need for him was so great. Grasping her wrist with his strong, warm hands, he held the fleshy part of her palm up to his mouth and nipped at her sensitive skin.
Claire was shaking now and hornier than she’d ever been. Her pussy was soaked, all without one single kiss. Then again, just thinking of Luke had always been enough to bring her right to the brink.
She was so caught up in her need, she barely heard Luke whisper, “Taste me.”
Trying to break out of her fog, she moved to obey his command as quickly as she could. Closing the distance between them, taking his breath as her own, she licked at the middle of his lower lip with the tip of her tongue, the same place she had already memorized with her thumb.
“What flavor am I?” Luke asked her, again so softly she could barely make out his words.
“I need another sample,” she said, and captured his incredible mouth in hers, tasting every inch of him, relishing in the feel of his tongue against hers.
In her wildest dreams, she never knew a kiss could be so hot. She’d give up her vibrator forever for a lifetime supply of his kisses. Lord knew, if he kept it up, she was going to be moaning so loud everyone in the bar would be forced to stop their conversations to watch the live sex show happening right in front of them.
Luke pulled away from her and threw a $20 bill on the bar. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her off the seat and dragged her through the teeming crowd. Her skin was so inflamed, every time her breasts rubbed up against some stranger she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. In the back of her mind, she wondered if she should be embarrassed that she was feeling so incredibly sexual.
No
, she told herself.
I’m going to take tonight as far as it can go. Tomorrow I’ll go back to being the straight-laced banker the world thinks I am. Tonight, I’m a sex goddess!
Luke got them out the front door in record time and into the balmy summer night. Within seconds damp air made Clare’s silk top cling to her like second skin. Luke promptly directed them down the nearest alley, nearly running in his haste.
Claire was breathing hard, but not from their quick pace. She knew what was about to happen, and on the verge of every single one of her dreams coming true, she was working hard not to hyperventilate in fervent expectation.
Turning down another alley, this one even darker and narrower than the first, Luke stopped abruptly and pushed her against the cool brick wall. Reaching his hands under her shirt, he cupped her full, high breasts and squeezed her nipples while he leaned his head down to devour the pulse of her neck with his mouth and teeth.
“Luke,” she moaned, wrapping one of her long legs around him, trying to pull him in closer to her. “I can’t wait another second.”
He reached down to her short skirt and pulled the hem up to her hips. “You’re not wearing any panties,” he growled into her mouth, consuming her lips once again as he slid two fingers inside of her. “You’re so wet,” he said reverently against her lips, the bulge in his pants growing even more huge against her thigh.
Claire ground her hips into his hand and began to cry out as an orgasm ripped through her. Luke covered her mouth with his, taking in her scream, muting it with his tongue.
As wave after wave coursed through her, Luke unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Wrapping her hand around it, he said, “Guide me into you. Now.”
Claire’s eyes widened. She always suspected he was big, but even in her wildest imaginings she couldn’t have come up with this. His cock had to be at least ten inches long and two inches in diameter. What if she couldn’t take all of him?
Luke must have sensed her reluctance, because he said, “Don’t worry, baby. You’re so wet I’m going to slide right in.”
Grabbing her ass with his hands, he added, “Wrap your legs around me.”
Doing just that, suspended in mid-air, she positioned the tip of his cock between her thighs. Wanting to remember the sensation of his cock entering her for the first time, she slid his head around on her lips, on her clit, until he was drenched with her juices. She could tell he wanted to plunge himself into her as hard and fast as he could, and she admired his restraint and the way he let her pace their lovemaking.
Slowly, painstakingly, Claire slid the first inch of him into her, and as she stretched to accommodate his cock, she felt herself on the verge of another orgasm. Right there on the edge, she slid in another inch while Luke held her up against the wall, poised on his cock as if she weighed no more than a fly.
Unable to wait another second, she let gravity pull her down onto the last eight inches. Nothing had ever felt so good to her in her whole life and she fell into the second biggest orgasm she’d ever had as Luke squeezed her ass cheeks while lifting her up and down, sliding his cock in and out of her.
Pulling his head back to look deep into her eyes, he said, “I’ve always loved you,” and then pumped into her, all the way to the hilt, rocking back and forth rapidly as he shot his seed deep within her. Claire went straight from two orgasms into three, even as her heart filled with the deepest joy she’d ever known.
Charlie saved his file and rubbed the tired muscles on the back of his neck with his hands. “Too bad real life can’t be like my books,” he muttered, trying to remember when the last time was he’d actually had sex.
“Ancient history,” he grunted as he got up to take a shower. He had another blind date tonight, but he didn’t have any higher hopes for this one than the multitude of other dates he’d been on in the past five years.
In fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if all of the single women in San Francisco had been spreading the word about him, to warn each other off, in a show of female solidarity.
He let the scalding stream of water pulsate against his chest as he tried to shake off his depression. “She’s out there. She's got to be.” His words reverberated against the tiled shower walls. Drying off and dressing quickly in chinos and a polo shirt, he slipped on his watch and grabbed his wallet and car keys.
Right on time he pulled up to the café and was pleased when he saw the cute blond sitting alone in a booth by the window. Getting out of his car, he walked up to her and held out his hand in greeting.
“Hi. I’m Charlie. Are you Sophie?”
The blond nodded happily. “I sure am,” she drawled in a light Texas accent.
They ordered white wine and chatted as they sipped their drinks, beginning the process of getting to know each other better. Charlie could tell that Sophie liked what she’d seen so far. She wasn’t so bad herself, and he hoped that she would be more open-minded than the last thirty or forty women he’d dated.
“So,” she asked coyly, “what do you do all day? Your friend Bob didn’t tell me much about your line of work. Is it something top secret?” she asked hopefully, all the while eyeing the platinum band of his watch, taking in the expensive label on his shirt, and the faded leather of his $500 Italian loafers.
Charlie smiled engagingly. “I’m a writer.”
“Ooohhh,” she said. “How exciting. What do you write? Mysteries? Action?”
“Actually,” he said, striving for a confident tone, “I write erotica.”
The silence was deafening. Not bothering to hide her sneer, his blind date said, “You’re a porno writer?”
Charlie cleared his throat. “No, I write sensual romance. Women make up 99% of my audience. It’s really quite…”
But before he could get another word out, his date stood up, said “You pervert!” and splashed her entire glass of ice water on his face. Then she grabbed her purse and stomped out on her four-inch heels, her tight little ass wiggling in outrage all the way down the street.
