SilkenSeduction (11 page)

For a split second, she saw his hand tremble right before he
applied the first coat of polish to her little toe. Slow and methodical, he
painted each nail with precision. She noted sweat beaded his brow and he
appeared as if he was in total concentration on the process. When he completed
one foot, he looked up at her.

“There’s a reason I don’t do this as my job anymore.” His
voice was thick and hoarse. He gathered her unpainted foot in his hand and
guided it toward his lap. A solid rod of hardened cock met her touch. She
brushed open his robe with her toes and it sprang upright at full attention.
She couldn’t help but smile.

“So your job became your passion,” she stated as seductively
as she could.

“Yes.” He practically croaked as he captured her foot,
stopping her caress of his cock. “It seems getting a boner wasn’t a plus at the
nail salon.”

When he bent to paint her other toes, she couldn’t help but
tease him. “I like the feel of your cock between my feet. It turns me on.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed and his tongue darted across his
lips. “Honey, you’re not helping. I’ve got to finish painting your toes or
you’ll be uneven.”

Temair pressed back into the pillows and swallowed hard. She
desperately wanted to fuck him. The pearl of pre-cum on the tip of his cock
teased her beyond belief. It was obvious he definitely loved the attention he
administered to her feet. But when he was done, she planned to ride him into
oblivion. She fisted the sheets and watched him coat her nails with the
deep-red polish. After applying two coats to each toe, he added a layer of
clear then blew across them for several seconds.

Every ounce of her was on fire. The heat of his breath sent
multiple shock waves of desire up the insides of her thighs, causing her pussy
to weep with need and tighten internally with the desperate desire for his
cock. Evan’s gaze locked on hers. The look of a man tortured by his passion
filled his expression and she wanted nothing more than to ease his sexual
tension.

Temair held his gaze. He lifted her feet, kissing each arch
as he placed them flat against his shoulders. She felt the bed shift as he
tossed the nail supplies into the bag and gathered something out of it.

“This is why I was fired from that job, Temair. I had great
difficulty focusing on the simple task of giving a pedicure without my cock
getting hard.” His grin turned sheepish and his gaze darkened. “Not all the
feet that I handled turned me on, but the ones that did…” He sighed. “Those I
wanted desperately to lift to my shoulders like this.” She heard the whisper of
the condom package rip. “And fuck.”

She licked her lips as she forced her gaze to remain on his,
though she itched to watch his hand glide along his penis, sheathing it with
the condom. “And did you? Did you fuck your clients, Evan?”

“Only the ones who took notice of my passion,” he replied.
“Some of them invited me into their homes to give them
private
pedicures.”

The hesitation in his eyes couldn’t be missed. It was the
first sign of vulnerability she’d seen in him. She knew he waited on her to
either condemn him or accept his actions. It surprised her to learn that it
turned her on knowing he’d shared this passion with others. She couldn’t stop
the smile that split her lips and loved the erotic timbre her voice seemed to
have taken on as she answered, while slowly sliding her foot down his abdomen
to fondle his cock.

“Evan, it is your passion that has me in desperate need of a
good fucking.” The sound of him sucking in air between his clenched teeth the
moment her big toe smoothed the pre-cum on the head of his cock empowered her
to continue. “Your profound understanding of the most sensual spots of the foot
and leg has me aching for your cock. One has to practice in order to master
their skills. And you, dear Evan, are the master and I am your pupil. Teach
me.” She ran her toes back and forth along his solid rod, leaving a faint trail
of nail polish in their wake and watched his eyes close as if he struggled to
maintain control. “Teach me every nuance of this sexual art.”

His eyes opened wide as he grabbed her ankle and returned it
to his shoulder. His voice sounded gravelly and strained. “Let the lessons
begin.”

Evan gripped her hips and plunged into her pussy. Temair
gasped, meeting his thrust with a solid pelvic push of her own. She wanted
this, hard and fast. She needed his cock pummeling her pussy.

“Fuck me, Evan. Harder. Please fuck me harder,” she managed
to command in between inhaling oxygen in rapid succession. The foot massage,
the sensual pedicure, his honest admission of his fetish addiction had her hot
and horny.

The harder he pumped, the wetter she became. Temair kept her
feet firmly planted on his shoulders, anchoring herself so she could match his
frantic pace. Tension coiled deep within her pussy, wanting for just the right
stroke to implode. She loved the feel of him caressing her legs as he fucked
her. It increased her need with every tender touch of his fingertips. When he
cupped her foot in his hand then nipped the inside of her arch, she rode the
tidal wave of pleasure to the brink but hovered on the edge. She wanted more,
that extra something to wash her over the ledge into oblivion.

Caught up in the passionate heat of Evan’s talents, Temair
didn’t realize he released one leg and reached into his bag of tricks, which
still sat on the bed beside them. Faster and faster he pumped, then suddenly he
slowed for a millisecond as he opened her ass cheeks with the finger of one
hand, readied her anus with a quick finger of lube then before she could react,
he slipped a slender vibrating dildo into her ass.

Temair froze. His predatory gaze captivated hers. “If you
want me to stop—” He drew his cock out leaving only the plump head inserted as
he gently inched the vibrator forward.

Tension of a whole new kind controlled her libido. Vibrating
fingers ricocheted along her spine to the top of her head and back down again.
Damn. She’d never experienced anything like this. Uncertainty tainted her
emotions. This definitely was labeled as taboo in her book, but she couldn’t
deny it felt good.

“No,” she gasped as her eyes rolled back and she let the
sensations rule her soul, “don’t stop.”

He set a steady pace, alternating between cock and dildo.
Temair clutched his shoulders with her ankles for support and relished the new
experience taking over her body. In, out, over and over, he fucked her with
both magnificent pieces, one of solid flesh, the other a vibrating gift of
pleasure. When he pushed the vibrator in to its deepest point, Temair shivered
from head to toe, every ounce of her levitated on the verge of orgasm, tipping
back and forth. She just needed something. As the vibrator glided backward, his
cock filled her pussy, then what she wanted just hit her.

Opening her eyes, she saw a man struggling to maintain
control. Sweat beaded his brow and upper lip. Strained concentration filled his
expression. His eyes were closed but she knew the heat and desire that lived
within them. Carefully she maneuvered, reaching for the dildo. The moment her
hand touched his, his eyes sprang open. Wicked intent darkened his gaze and
slammed into her, renewing her desire to please him as well as herself. She
guided his hand forward, inserting the dildo to its maximum point.

His nostrils flared the second she arched, causing his cock
to glide deeper into her pussy. He clutched her hip with one hand and covered
her hand holding the dildo in place as he increased his pace, fucking her hard
and fast. This was the fullest she’d ever been. Vibrations spread from her ass
to her pussy and up her spine. Each time his cock was in balls-deep, she felt
it pulse to the rhythm set by the dildo. His cock vibrated as well. It was all
she could do to concentrate on keeping the dildo in place when the tidal wave
hit.

Her head thrashed from side to side as he fucked her harder
and harder. She knew the moment he couldn’t refrain any longer. Her name rolled
from his lips on a harsh growl in a thicker than normal accent. It was enough
to shove her over the brink and into the abyss. The dildo vibrated on high in
her ass causing his cock to shimmy to the beat as he came. Nothing could have
been any sweeter. Temair let go of the vibrator and simply lay nestled in his
arms.

Damn, the man was a master at sexual pleasure.

Chapter Nine

Monday morning came too soon. Temair sat at her workbench,
thinking of the man she’d left a few hours before. Outside the hotel, he’d
hailed her a cab only after she’d promised to meet him for lunch. The rain had
stopped, leaving a fresh scent on an otherwise musky-smelling city.

She sighed openly. Yesterday had been the best Sunday of her
life. They never got dressed. They lounged around in fluffy white robes,
ordered room service and watched old movies on TV. Dinner became a feast eaten
off one another followed by hot sex on the couch and a long soak in the tub.

She couldn’t stop the smile at the memory of seeing the
imprint of her ass cheeks on the windows. There was no denying the shape on the
glass was someone’s butt. She’d damn near snorted coffee through her nose when
she saw it. Evan’s gentlemanly nature stepped up and he removed the image with
a towel, but his devilish smile let her know he relived the incident as he
cleaned.

Closing her eyes, she could still feel him wrapped around
her as they slept. A shiver raced across her flesh and skid to a halt between
her thighs, leaving her moist and damp just at the thought of him. The door to
her workshop opened. Temair sat straight, pretending to focus on the piece in
her hand.

The aroma of coffee filled the room as Lisanne walked toward
her workbench. She set the cup in front of Temair then pulled up a stool next
to her and stated cheerfully, “Dish, girlfriend. How’d your date go with your
younger man? You’ve been keeping secrets and I’m feeling left out.”

Temair put down the gemstone watchband and lifted the coffee
as she leaned back in her comfortable high-back swivel chair. Where should she
begin? Emotions swirled inside her chest that even she hadn’t taken the time to
sort out. She met Lisanne’s beautiful brown eyes and knew there was no way out
of this conversation. They’d been friends for far too long to try to hide
things from her.

“I’m sort of seeing Evan Lyndsay.” She took a sip of her
coffee.

“Duh.” Lisanne snorted. “I’d say you’re seeing
all
of
the man. But…” She softly tilted Temair’s face to meet her gaze when she tried
to look away. “Something’s got your panties in a wad over this relationship.
Don’t tell me you’re still worried about the age crap. I thought we decided to
enjoy the ride for as long as it lasted and to hell with everything else.”

Temair fidgeted and leaned out of Lisanne’s reach. Maybe
talking this out with her best friend would help. “That’s part of it. I’ve
never had a relationship like this with a younger man. I don’t know how to
handle it. Hell,” she huffed loudly then said, “I’m a mess of nerves right now.
I can’t think. Whenever I try to concentrate, he fills my brain with—” She
stopped short, biting her lip before she spilled too much.

Lisanne burst out laughing, which became infectious and caused
Temair to laugh as well. It eased the knot in her chest.

“Damn, girl. You’ve got it bad.”

When she sobered, Temair managed to ask, “Got what bad?”

“You’re falling in love with him.”

“Am not,” Temair snapped defensively, sitting straight in
her chair. Even though she knew Lisanne spoke the truth. No matter how she
tried to deny it, her heart had become involved and that scared the shit out of
her.

“Honey,” Lisanne’s tone switched from friendly teasing to
one of deep devotion and caring as she took Temair’s hand. “Listen, there’s
nothing wrong with loving a younger man. And from what I’ve seen, that man’s
got it bad for you as well.”

“No, he doesn’t. It’s just—” Temair shook her head
adamantly.

“Sex,” Lisanne interjected. “Keep telling yourself that,
babe.
If
that’s what you want to believe. In my opinion, it’s time you
let the past go. There’s a hot young stud in your future. And believe me, if he
were after me, I’d ride that bad boy until his dick fell off, giving him the
most fantastic sexual memories of a lifetime.”

Temair chuckled nervously. With as much sex as they had in
the past twenty-four hours, she was lucky she could walk. Instantly, her
nipples pebbled and her pussy moistened thinking of sex with Evan. God, what
had he done to her? He’d tapped into a vein of sensual woman, that’s what.
Temair met Lisanne’s loving, sisterly gaze.

“I’m not sure I can handle this.”

Lisanne stood and made Temair stand as well, turning her to
face the mirror on the wall. Lisanne’s hands were on her shoulders as her best
friend stood behind her. “Temair, in that mirror I see a beautiful, strong
woman. I just wish you could see her as well. You deserve a man like Evan. No
one can predict the future. Just once, you should live in the moment and not
worry about tomorrow or what anyone thinks. Take it one day at a time and who
knows, twenty years from now you just might still be fucking him on a daily
basis.”

Temair burst out laughing. Leave it to Lisanne to turn a
serious speech into a dead-on form of reasoning with humor. She leaned into
Lisanne. Lisanne hugged her and she squeezed Lisanne’s hands lovingly. “You are
the best friend anyone could ask for.”

They heard the bell above the store’s front door ring and
knew someone had entered the store, but lingered for a moment in the friendly
hug. At the sound of someone clearing their throat, they turned without letting
each other go. Evan stood in the doorway, holding a cardboard tray with three
large coffees and a brown paper bag of goodies.