Seduce (11 page)

“That doesn’t tell me where we’re going,” she argued indignantly.

“It gives you a hint of what to expect though.” I retorted.

She nodded, as if she accepted that. “Okay. My next proposition is you, sitting in front of said open fire, naked, with me between your legs, giving you the best blow job you’ve ever had.” She said it with such ease, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. I flashed her a look as the blood rushed from my head down to…Well, my other head. She glanced at the obvious erection I was harboring in my pants and began to laugh.

“I’ll take that as a yes, shall I?” she said dryly. I nodded, swallowing hard. And here I was thinking it wasn’t possible for me to be looking forward to this weekend anymore.

“Fuck it, I’m taking you to Buttermere, on the Lakes. I found the most beautiful log cottage by the water. I wanted to do something special for your birthday.” I said, surrendering. If she kept up with these propositions I’d end up crashing the car.

“That sounds amazing,” she breathed. “I can’t wait. Nobody has ever taken me away before. Apart from family holidays.” She smiled to herself as she looked out the window, taking in the scenery as we moved through the hills. I reached over and placed my hand on her leg.

I didn’t want to admit it to her, but this was the first time, ever, that I’d taken someone away. This girl had me experiencing so many firsts that I
never
thought I’d do.

***

Belle was asleep when we reached the cottage. It was dark, but the lake sparkled as the light from the surrounding streetlights shined across it. I nudged Belle. She opened her eyes, a smile spreading across her face.

“Wow, it’s beautiful,” she breathed.

“Let’s go inside,” I smiled. I grabbed our bags and followed Belle up the dirt path to the front door. I unlocked it and stepped inside. The fire was already lit, as per my request, so the room was cozy and warm. In front of the fire lay a thick rug, on top of which was an oversized sofa.

“Jack, it’s stunning,” Belle grinned, turning to kiss me. I chuckled at her enthusiasm. Seeing her happy made me happy. I took her hand and led her into the bedroom. The king sized four poster bed was definitely the feature of the room, with its rich burgundy comforter and a stack of pillows in various sizes. At the foot of the bed sat a small box of chocolates delicately wrapped with ribbon.

“Champagne, my dear?” I asked, holding up the bottle that lay in a bucket of ice on the bedside table. Next to it sat a huge platter of chocolate dipped strawberries.

Belle laughed. “Well, I am eighteen now, so legally I can drink,” she walked over to me, slipping her jacket off. I put the bottle down and turned to face her. “You’re not going to pour me a drink?” she asked, tilting her head. I was already ripping her dress off her, my hands creeping around her back as my mouth pressed against her lips.

“So, there was talk of you giving me the best blow job ever?” I mumbled in her ear. She laughed and grabbed my hand, leading me out to the fire. “What are you doing?” I asked, amused and obviously very aroused. Still wearing her heels, and she stood in front of me in her underwear, the fire casting a shadow over her face. She smiled, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek.

“I’m doing what I promised you I was going to do.” She slid her hands underneath my top, gripping hold of the material and lifting it over my head. Her hands moved down to my belt. She unbuckled it, slipping it out of the loops and letting it fall to the floor. I watched her, my heart racing with desire and my cock as hard as fuck.

Slowly, she got down on her knees. She shuffled my jeans down and then pushed me onto the sofa. I chuckled, shocked by her ability to be dominant and extremely turned-on.

As her lips closed over the head of my cock I almost came. This woman was incredible, all she had to do was look at me and I was hard. So right now, with her mouth fucking my cock, it took every ounce of resolve in me not to spray the back of her throat immediately.

I breathed out, desperate to make this last for as long as I could handle it. I glanced down at her positioned between my legs. God, watching her as she took the whole length of me in her mouth without breaking contract with my eyes.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my fist balling in her hair. “Faster. God, yes Belle.” I grabbed her head, as her mouth moved faster back and forth on my dick. “I’m goon come,” I gasped as my body began to tense. “Yeah,” I breathed as I came. She swallowed, her tongue curling itself around my dick as if she were hungrily sucking the last of my jizz.

“How was that?” she asked, bringing herself up to me. I chuckled. She had to ask? There was something incredibly sexy about a woman that swallowed.

“That was fucking amazing,” I said kissing her. “By far the best head I’ve ever received.” I cradled her face and kissed her again. “Scoot over. I have to get you something.” She moved off my lap, eyeing me suspiciously. “You’ll like it,” I laughed, amused.

In the bedroom I shuffled through my bag until I found what I was looking for. On the way out I grabbed the champagne and strawberries. I set them on the coffee table, along with two glasses. I popped the top of the champagne. Belle laughed as it bubbled over.

“Kind of like a few minutes ago. Shall I take that in my mouth too?” she joked. I shook my head as I filled our glasses. My dick was getting hard again. I got the feeling she was planning to wear me out. I handed her a glass.

“To you,” I said simply. She smiled as we clinched our glasses and took a sip. “Now, I’m going to be honest and tell you I had no idea what to get you.” I pulled out the small box I’d hidden behind the cushion.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” she smiled, taking the box from me. She unwrapped the ribbon and opened the box, her smiling deepening as she pulled out the small diamond pendant.”

“Wow Jack, it’s beautiful.” She placed it in the palm of her hand. I reached over to unclasp her necklace. I motioned for her to give me the pendant. She did.

“I didn’t want to replace angel here, so I found something to complement it.” I held up my handy work. The diamond sat delicately in front of the angel. She lifted her hair away as I placed it around her neck.

“I love it, Jack. It’s perfect.” I pulled her around so she was facing me, my mouth searching hers. My hands moved around to her back and unclasped her bra. She unthreaded her arms, the bra falling away from us.

I moved down onto the floor, moving her knees apart and sliding myself in between them. I yanked her panties down, smirking at the sound of the material ripping. She laughed, covering her face.

“You want me to stop?” I asked, tickling her thigh. She shook her head. “Okay then It’s my turn to tease you,” I murmured, kissing her upper thigh. She groaned as my mouth closed over her pussy. I felt her fingers brush my hair, then tighten, as she pulled me in closer.

I ran my tongue over her slowly and deliberately as she moaned softly. I gently pushed it inside of her, the taste of her igniting a fire inside me. I felt my cock harden as I pushed my tongue deeper inside of her. She whimpered, her body language telling me she was close to climaxing. I took her clit between my lips and began to suck.

“Oh hell, Jack,” she cried as she clutched hold of my hair. She screamed loudly, not holding back at all. I chuckled, wondering how far along the next cottage was, and whether they were enjoying the sound show she was putting on. Belle continued to moan as my tongue ran over her wetness, lapping up her juices.

I stood up and wiped my face. She was spread out on the sofa, her legs sprawled apart, a satisfied smile across her face. I knelt over her, tilting her face up to meet mine.

“Have you ever tasted anything so sweet?” I muttered as I kissed her roughly.

***

We slept in late the next morning, and even after we were both awake, it was hard to actually get up. Having her naked in my arms, up against my body felt so good that I wanted to stay here with her forever. Or at least longer than a night.

“What are we doing today?” she asked.

“What do you want to do?” I asked her, kissing her neck. My hand moved over her breast, she laughed and pushed it away. “Really? You’re shooting me down? Can’t you feel how hard you make me?” I said, pulling her hips against me. She laughed and squirmed away.

“We can do that anytime. I want to go out. I want to have a coffee with you, go for a walk. Come-on,” she grinned, grabbing my arm and attempting to drag me out of the bed. I laughed and yanked her back onto her bed.

“You’ve lucky you’re so cute,” I chuckled, kissing her as she disappeared into the bathroom.

***

After breakfast and shopping in the small town, we made our way down to the beach. The view was stunning. Tall rock walls surrounded the pool of crystal clear blue green water. White sand lined the beach and the hilly background disappeared into the grey, cloudy sky. We sat down in the sand and looked out across the water.

“It’s so beautiful here,” Belle smiled. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her hair. “Looks like we’re alone,” she added, narrowing her eyes.

“Belle, what are you doing?” I laughed as she climbed onto my lap. She pressed her mouth against mine, her tongue massaging mine. My dick hardened as she reached down and unzipped my pants. “Fuck Belle, you’re dangerous,” I chuckled, groaning as she reached inside my pants and freed my cock.

“Why did you think I wore this?” she said, motioning toward her skirt. “Its freezing, but nice easy access” she added. I ran my hand under her skirt. God, she wasn’t wearing underwear. She breathed in as I slipped my finger inside of her.

“I don’t have a condom, honey,” I said as she rode my finger. “Are you…” my voice trailed off.

“I’m on birth control,” She mumbled, her eyes closed. She bit her lip and gripped my hand. My cock throbbed as she used my hand to masturbate herself. Apart from using my hand as her prop, there was nothing of me involved in this at all, and it was
hot
. Her expression, and the way her eyebrows raised as she moved my finger inside of her made me want her so badly. She gasped, her movements speeding up. She wrapped her hands around my neck in a hug, trusting me to finish her off. She slowed right down, still riding me, her breathing heavy as she climaxed.

I grabbed hold of my cock and entered her pussy. Fuck so was so wet. I groaned as I slipped further inside of her, the feel of the skin of my cock riding against the walls of her pussy felt incredible. She rode me hard as I leaned back, my hands behind me in the sand. Her mouth was on mine as she kissed me roughly. To anyone in the distance, we would’ve just looked like a normal couple hugging on the beach. Belles skirt hid everything. I felt so exposed and so turned on.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I whispered. If a group of people had walked past, I wouldn’t have cared. She felt so fucking good and the thought of coating her insides with my jizz was making it hard for me to keep control.

My body clenched as I released. She clenched too, squeezing the jizz out of me like I was a sponge. Fuck, she was tight. I groaned again as she lifted herself off me.

“How was that?” she asked breathlessly. I shook my head, unable to speak. Fucking amazing was what I wanted to say, but all I managed was an incoherent mumble. She giggled and hugged me. “Maybe we can go back to the cottage so I can have a shower?” she suggested.

“Only if I get to watch.”

***

“Thanks for what was possibly the best night of my life.” She leaned across and kissed me, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Are you sure you can’t stay at my place tonight? There are a few parts of yesterday I’d like to re-create.”

Belle laughed. “Mmm, I bet there are. I’d love to, but I better get inside. I’ll see you soon?” she asked hopefully.

“See you soon.”

***

The weekend had been so amazing that the last place I wanted to be on Monday morning was back at work. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t have a choice. I still had so much to do that I was starting to worry I’d run out of time.
That
would go down well.

After emailing through the final figures of the sale to Mr. Delenski, I closed my laptop and got up off the chair. He would arrive the next week, with his daughter, Lisbeth: the woman I was expected to seduce. Thinking about that made me feel sick. I hadn’t slept with another woman apart from Belle since Little Red, and more surprisingly, I hadn’t
wanted
to.

Walking over to the bar, I got myself a glass, placed two ice cubes in it and half-filled it with scotch. The last few weeks, there had been a considerable reduction in the amount of alcohol I was consuming, and my liver was thanking me for that. I walked over to the balcony, glancing at the wall clock on the way past. It was after eight in the evening. Belle would be over any minute and I couldn’t wait to see her. It scared me how much I liked this girl.

For years, I’d linked feelings with weakness. Showing your emotions made you vulnerable, and being vulnerable got you hurt. That was a difficult mindset to change. In the past I had been all about saying the right things to a woman to get what I wanted. That was easy, because it was all about me. It’s easy to talk to shit when none of what you’re saying is real. Now it was a completely different story: I was saying the same things as before, only this time they had meaning. Every time I told Belle how beautiful she was or how amazing she looked, I meant it, and the fact that I was actually
feeling
those words when I spoke them scared the living fuck out of me.

Belle rapped lightly on the door. Was it creepy that I knew her knock? Probably—I might keep that to myself. I walked over to the door and opened it, my hand nervously running through my hair, making sure I looked all right. Opening the door, I breathed in heavily. How did she always manage to look so perfect? She smiled at me, leaning in for a kiss. Our lips met, her mouth parting slightly as my tongue gently worked its way inside her mouth. I never tired of kissing her. I never tired of doing anything to her.

“I missed you,” she said, her arms casually dangling around my neck. Her fingers stroked the back of my hair, her nails moving gently against my scalp. My hands clinched her waist, my fingers tucked under the waistband of her skirt.