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“Stop,” he whispered, breathless, looking up into the blonde stripper’s eyes. “This is incredible, but I don’t wanna come.” He shifted his glance to Liz. “I wanna save it all for you,
chere
.”

Chapter 5

By the time Jack and Liz caught a cab to his place at the other end of Bourbon, his senses were on overload. She continued to blow his mind with her eager willingness to please them both in such hot, sexy ways. He hadn’t been lying when he’d told her watching her with two women would excite him more than anything ever had—that’s exactly what had happened. But he was glad his instincts told him that at the end of the evening, she’d want only him—and he was glad when she’d finally suggested going back to his place where they could be alone.

He thought of the things they were doing together sort of like a backwards meal. The activities they’d just indulged in were like eating dessert first, and the part that was coming now, him and her alone together, was the important part, the real meal.

As the cab took off toward his apartment, the old buildings and wrought-iron gates and balconies moving past in a blur, she slid up next to him in the backseat. Her hand grazed up his thigh and onto his crotch, where his perpetual hard-on continued to strain against his zipper. Ah,
oui
, he thought as she rubbed his cock. Sweet heaven. But not as sweet as it was going to be soon. He leaned his head back against the vinyl seat and basked in her caress.

Then he returned the favor, slipping his hand under her short purple skirt. He wasted no time finding her crotch, covered by the soft lace he’d gotten to see back at the club. He sensed her parting her legs, heard her release a sigh as he raked his fingertips up, down, up, down, against the sexy lace. Her cunt felt swollen to him, from so much excitement, and even though he hadn’t thought he could get any more heated up than he already was, he did.

He could hear her breathing now and wondered if the cab driver heard it, too.
Merde
, they had to have looked like exactly what they were when they’d climbed in the cab—a couple of frantic, sex-crazed lovers racing home to fuck. He leaned over, whispering lower than low in her ear. “Soon. Just me and you.”

She answered with another hot sigh, a sexy smile in the dark.

When the cab stopped outside his building, he tossed a couple bills to the driver before following his lady in plum through the archway to the courtyard that led to his place. He liked that she knew the way, that she’d been here before and felt comfortable enough to head toward his door as if she belonged here.

Her heels clicked up old wooden stairs ahead of him, and God help him, his cock throbbed so intently he was tempted to grab her hips, spin her around, and do her right on the steps. Instead, he settled for a few sexy pats on her lovely ass, which was eye level with him as they headed for his second floor apartment.

When she reached his door, she murmured, “Hurry.”

“I’m way ahead of you,” he said, jabbing his key at the lock.

The door fell open with both of them practically leaning on it. Together, they barreled into the living room, heading straight for the bedroom.

“Take your clothes off,” she commanded.

“I’m gettin’ there,
chere
, I’m gettin’ there.” But he was glad she wasn’t planning to waste anymore time with titillation, so he yanked off his shirt, letting it drop on the hardwood floor before starting on his belt.

She’d crossed to the other side of his bed and stood smiling at him as she unbuttoned the same suit jacket she’d already had off for her sexy encounter with Felicia, let it slide from her shoulders, then tossed it on a chair in the corner. Her beautiful breasts looked ready to spill from that skimpy bra.

“Keep going,” she said when he paused to study her.

He released a short laugh. On her demand, he undid the belt, released the top button of his pants, and carefully unzipped, aware that her attention was focused on his erection. He let the khakis fall to the floor as well, then stepped free. He wore black silk boxers, not his usual underwear of choice, but it had proven a good one this evening because they’d been much less confining and had surely let each of the women he’d come into contact with tonight feel his hard-on better than they would have with briefs.

“You, too,” he said when she didn’t move.

She unzipped her skirt and let it drop, and there she stood, same as at the club, in that pretty little garter belt and tiny scrap of panty, only this time, it was just for him. “You’re a sight to behold, darlin’.”

She licked her lips, pointing at his shorts. “Next.”

He gave her a devilish grin as he hooked his thumbs in the elastic at his hips. “Waitin’ to see somethin’ special,
chere
?”

She chuckled and said, “You know I am. Let me see it.”

He obliged, ridding himself of the boxers so he stood before her completely naked, his cock at full attention, reaching past his navel. From the look in her eyes, she was well-pleased. “See somethin’ you like?” he teased.

“Oh yes,” she purred, her eyes still glued to his erection. Then she pointed. “On the bed. Now.”

He hadn’t quite decided yet if he was going to let her keep bossing him around, but for the moment, he obeyed, lying down atop the comforter so she could keep enjoying the view.

He enjoyed a view of his own as she walked around the bed, heels clicking, to his side. Then she started climbing up onto the mattress, clearly intending to straddle him. That’s when he decided. No. He was taking back control of things, right now. There were certain things he wanted to do to her, and he was going to do them, damn it. “Not so fast,” he said, raising a knee to stop her progress.

She looked stunned. “What do you mean?”

“We’re gonna play things
my
way for a while.”

Despite his words, she kept trying to climb on top of him until they were engaged in a small struggle. “Wanna play rough, do ya,
chere
?” he chuckled as they wrestled. But he couldn’t get the upper hand while lying down, so he sat up, got to his feet, and tussled with her until he could close his hands on her waist, pushing her back to land in a small easy chair. He dropped to his knees in front of her and thrust his body between her thighs. They were both panting as he looked into her eyes. “I do like your spirit, darlin’, but you best not bother fightin’ me, since I’m gonna do exactly what I want to you and there isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop me.”

Her eyes blazed with passion and he felt her struggle against his hold once more.

He only chuckled. “Save your strength. You’ll need it.”

She sighed and finally relaxed in his grasp.

“That’s a good girl,” he told her, sliding his hands up, raking his thumbs across her nipples. She shuddered. “That’s a real good girl.”

Looking into her eyes, he was bitten with the overwhelming urge to kiss her—everywhere. Lips, breasts, sweet little pussy. But he decided to start at the top, leaning in and lowering his mouth onto hers for a long, slow, steamy tongue kiss that had both their hearts racing by the time it was done. “Haven’t kissed you enough,” he told her, all traces of amusement or triumph gone. “And haven’t seen nearly enough of these pretty breasts, either, but I’m gonna remedy that right now.” With that, he used his fingertips to lower the lace that barely covered her nipples until her soft flesh spilled out in hot, beautiful abundance.

It was the first time he’d seen her lovely breasts fully revealed. They were beautifully large and round, pale but for the pink crests that looked as hard as two rosy pearls. He ran his tongue over one erect nipple while he took her other breast full in his hand. The feel of that hard bead on his tongue was incredible, made him want to lick her again and again. Above him, she was letting out hot, pretty sighs that fueled him as he moved to the other sweet breast, licking and laving. He soon found himself sucking her nipple, slow and gentle at first, then he drew it deep into his mouth with more abandon. She held his head while he sucked on her, ran her hands through his hair, over his neck and shoulders. Hot little panting breaths escaped her and she arched her back, pushing her breast harder into his mouth. He sucked even deeper, making her cry out, and then he softened his ministrations, releasing her beaded pink flesh to flick his tongue quickly back and forth over the taut peak.

He could have spent hours playing with her perfect breasts, but his cock throbbed almost painfully now, after all the excitement it had endured tonight already, and there was still more he had to do before he came.

So he released her nipple from his mouth and kissed his way gently down her stomach as she watched.

“You have great breasts,
chere
,” he purred in between kisses. “Touch ‘em for me. Like you did back at the club.”

He looked up in time to see her give her lip a provocative little bite as she took them in her hands, rhythmically kneading and caressing their weight, her dark pink nipples peeking between her long, slender fingers.

“Mmm,
oui
,
ca
c’est bon
, just like that.”

He didn’t stop kissing when he reached the lavender garter belt—he kissed across the lace, down onto her lower tummy, and then onto her tiny panties. Her body was all stretched out for him and she was panting harder, beginning to moan when his kisses passed over her hot, passion-engorged slit. He could smell her sweet, salty juices and knew how soaked those panties had to be.

Part of him wanted to tease her, torture her—God knew, he’d felt tortured enough tonight—but he didn’t want to keep them both on the edge forever, and if there was one thing he wanted to do, it was lick her pussy.

He reached for the thin straps at the side of her panties and slid his thumbs underneath. She lifted slightly and he rolled them down, glad she’d thought to put them on over the garter belt. Patiently, he eased them over the lace tops of her stockings, down to her ankles, and over the heels of her shoes.

But he didn’t feast on her right away. First, he pushed her legs wide apart and simply looked at her there. Her sweet little cunt was wide open for him, all slick and pink and ready. The sight nearly made him shiver. He traced one finger down the edge of her pussy’s outer lip. “You look all swollen down here.”

“I feel that way, too,” she said breathily. “Tingly. Heavy. Like my pussy weighs more than usual.”

He grinned up at her. “Say that again.”

She returned a vixen’s smile. “Which part?”

“Just the word ‘pussy.’ I like to hear you say it.”

“Pussy,” she purred for him.

“What a
bad girl
you are,” he teased her in a scolding tone. He still ran one fingertip up and down her fleshy outer lip.

“A few minutes ago you said I was a
good
girl.”

“When I’m kneelin’ between your pretty thighs,
chere
, it means the same thing.”

Jack couldn’t wait another minute before finally tasting her. He dipped his head, spread her legs even farther, and dragged his tongue over her clit, which was equally as swollen as the rest of her cunt. A ragged moan escaped her lips. Then he closed his mouth over the pink nub, sucking it just as he had her nipple a few minutes earlier.

“Unh …” she moaned above him.

He released her clit and looked up at her. “Hold yourself open for me.”

She bit her lip before doing as he asked, using the fingertips of both hands to spread her pussy so that it was wide open, wet pink flesh exposed.

“Oh yeah, baby,” he murmured, bending to drag a long, firm lick from her parted inner lips up to her clit. “
Cher jolie
pussy.”

“Oooh.”

He did it again, and again, licking up her sweet juice, absorbing her taste and scent until it was all he knew. Then he pulled back, noted how open her little hole was, and pushed two fingers inside. “Oh, oh…mmm, God,” she whimpered above him as he moved his fingers in and out, softly fucking her. “Oh, more,” she murmured, so he added a third finger and fucked her with them harder as he resumed tonguing her sweet, swollen clit. She moved against his mouth, soft, then more urgently. He laved her as roughly as he could, aware she was growing hotter and hotter beneath his ministrations. “God…oh God…yes, baby…lick my pussy, lick my pussy…oh yes, lick it, lick it.”

Jack didn’t mind following her commands this time—he happily lapped up all her sweet fluid, wanting to make her come so good that she’d never forget it. He drove his fingers into the sopping wetness of her opening over and over in rhythm with the movements of his tongue on her clit. Harder, harder, harder, and above him she kept whimpering and sighing her hot demands. “Lick me…oh God, yes, lick me more.”

He licked her again and again, felt her passion growing, tightening, felt her literally fucking his mouth with the thrusts of her pelvis, and basked in the feeling until finally she said, “Oh yes, now, baby, now—I’m coming for you,” and her moans got higher in pitch, her movements more jerky, her pussy convulsing against his tongue in sweet pulsing waves. Her expression stayed wrenched with ecstasy as she rode the orgasm out, whimpering, groaning…until finally she went softer, quieter, and he released her from his mouth and rose up into her arms.

“How was it?” he whispered a moment later.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “Incredible.”

“Better than with Felicia at the club?”