Symphony In Rapture (7 page)

All four of her partners were staring at her as though she were crazy.

“What did you say?” Sarah asked.

“I forgot to set my alarm?” Michelle answered quizzically.

“No, before that.”

“She said she had a date,” Joshua offered.

Michelle blushed. “Yeah. So?”

“Nothing.” Sarah tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder. “We’re just surprised, I guess.”

“Since when did you start dating?” Duncan asked, his voice strained.

Michelle sighed. “Look guys, I don’t want to be rude, but this is really none of your business, except that it did affect rehearsal, and I’m sorry for that. It won’t happen again.”

“You’re right,” Josh said, reaching for his guitar. He shot her an apologetic look. “It’s really no big deal. We were just surprised, that’s all.” He cut his eyes over to Duncan, still sitting at the small table in the corner of their studio.

“Right,” Duncan said in a harsh tone. He stood and walked over to his bass guitar. “No big deal. Let’s get on with it.”

Michelle put her stuff away and took her place at the mike. Two hours later, the session had gone so well that Ray, Sarah and Josh seemed fully appeased, but Michelle still sensed tension in Duncan. She shrugged it off and grabbed her things, saying her goodbyes quickly. She was anxious to get home and see if Nicholas had called.

(Two melodic lines, where one voice remains stationary, while the other moves)

It was foolish, but Michelle was extremely disappointed when she got home and there was no message on her machine from Nick. She knew he was in Texas, but she had hoped he might call just to talk. Michelle moped listlessly around the house until Penny phoned around eight o’clock to see if Michelle wanted company. She did. Her friend showed up with a four-pack of wine coolers and a nail kit in tow. Michelle filled an ice bucket, stuck the coolers in, and carried it into the living room. They gave each other pedicures, not talking much, just enjoying each other’s company. At the moment, they were reclining in opposite corners of the couch, nursing their first wine coolers and waiting for their polish to dry. Penny appeared reflective; Michelle a little morose.

Light rapping on the front door startled them out of their individual reveries. Michelle set her drink on the table and walked over to look out the peephole. “It’s Nick!” she announced, unable to keep herself from sounding inordinately pleased. She opened the door.

“Hi,” Nick said. “I know it’s late.” Dressed with impeccable taste in a dark grey business suit, slightly rumpled, he looked tired.

“No, it’s fine. Come in.” Michelle closed the door and followed him into the living room. Penny had pulled her sandals on and was pushing herself up from the couch. “Nick, this is a very good friend of mine, Penelope Trent.”

Nick shook the offered hand. “Please call me Penny,” the petite redhead drawled.

“Penny, this is Nicholas Duquaine.”

“Nick,” he insisted.

Releasing his hand, Penny glanced at her watch. She picked up her purse. “It’s getting late, Mickey. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” She waved a hand at Nick and winked at Michelle as she sauntered past. “You two have fun, now!” she called out as she pulled the front door closed.

Michelle walked over and locked it, her cheeks burning, then turned to Nicholas. “Please, have a seat.”

Nick set his briefcase down, removed his jacket—draping it over a chair—and sat on the couch.

“Would you care for a wine cooler?” Michelle offered.

“Yes, thanks.”

Michelle took one from the ice bucket, handed it to him, and resumed her seat on the couch. She picked up her own drink, taking a long, fortifying draft. “I…wasn’t expecting you,” she ventured.Damn, what a lame thing to say, she thought. She hated it that she felt so unsure of herself around Nick—desperately bold one minute, not knowing what to do or say the next.

“I know.” Nick rolled the bottle restively between his hands. “I should have called.”

Michelle resisted the urge to throw herself on him and show him just how ‘okay’ that was. They sat in awkward silence for a few moments.

“So,” Michelle mumbled. “Nick, you never did tell me anything about yourself the other night.”

“No, I guess I didn’t,” he grinned tiredly.

“Do you want to talk?”

“Actually, I was hoping we could do our talking another way.”

Michelle was silent for several moments. “Is that all this is between us, Nick? Sex?”

Nick was holding the bottle still now, looking uncomfortable.

“Because, I thought I could do that. I convinced myself that was okay.” She shook her head. “But it’s not. I just realized it—just now. It’s not enough for me. I need to know if you’re open to the possibility of a deeper relationship.”

Nick stood and walked over to her, then knelt on the floor. “Michelle, I haven’t wanted anyone, physicallyor emotionally, for a very long time. I was telling the truth that first day when I said I’d never done anything like that before. I have to admit, I’m a little apprehensive, just because this came as such a bolt out of the blue.”

“It’s like that for me, too,” Michelle said.

Nick took a deep breath. “But, please… believe me when I say, Ido want more.” He reached out and took her hand in his. “And Iwill tell you about myself. It’s just that—” His voice broke, and he looked away, as if he were embarrassed. “I’ve had an erection for…I don’t know…the past twelve hours? It’s killing me.” He looked back at her, his gaze earnest. “After last night, I don’t know why you do this to me. You’d think it would have been enough.”

Michelle couldn’t keep her lips from spreading in a slow smile. He seemed honestly bewildered by his strong desire, and extremely vulnerable.

Nick swallowed. “I’ll tell you all about myself tomorrow at dinner. I promise. I’m not in this just for the sex, but that’s what I needtonight .”

Michelle couldn’t say no. She brushed his hair back from his forehead and leaned over to kiss him. “All right,” she consented. “But you’d better keep your promise.”

Like an eager boy in a candy store, Nick stood before their lips could touch and dragged her toward the bedroom. To her astonishment, he stopped to pick up his briefcase before continuing on. At her questioning glance, he said. “I brought you a present.”

Michelle allowed him to lead her into the bedroom. He put the briefcase beside the bed, then turned and melted her limbs with a long, lingering kiss. He unbuttoned her long nightshirt and slipped it from her shoulders. Michelle hooked her thumbs in her silk panties and slid them over her hips, letting them fall to the floor. She slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt, taking it off and placing it carefully on the bedside table before she unhooked his slacks. The pressure from his penis was so strong, the zipper slid halfway down, then Michelle helped it the rest of the way. She knelt to pull off his underwear, and was amazed at the size of his erection. He seemed twice as large as the night before.

Nick reached down and pulled her up. “Wait,” he said. “My present.” He turned to his briefcase. “Lie on the bed and close your eyes,” he ordered.

Michelle obliged, pins and needles of anticipatory pleasure prickling her loins.

“I want you to do something for me.” Michelle nearly jumped out of her skin when he whispered in her ear. She started to open her eyes, but he covered them with his hand.

“What?”

“I bought some silk scarves today. I want to tie you up and blindfold you.”

“Nick, I’m not into bondage.”

“It’s not like that,” he insisted. “They’re silk. Just for show, really—to remind you not to move.”

“Not to move?”

“Right. I want to spend the entire night making you come.Me making you come. I don’t wantyou to do anything.”

Michelle contemplated the possibilities. She really didn’t think Nick would hurt her. And the idea of not knowing when he would touch her, or how…she felt her nipples rising into tight peaks as blood rushed to her breasts at the mere thought. Nick chuckled softly. “Is that a yes?” In response, Michelle lifted her arms out and back, toward the headboard. “Thank you,” Nick whispered. He looped a scarf twice around her head, covering her eyes, then tied it off. He then proceeded to wrap a scarf around each of her wrists, tying them to the corner newels of the wooden frame. Michelle felt a light touch on her ankle and eagerly spread her legs so that he could do the same with them.

For several minutes, nothing happened, and Michelle realized that Nick was no longer in the room. She was beginning to get worried when she heard his footsteps returning along the hall. “Nick?” she asked.

He put a finger over her lips. “No words,” he said. “Just sounds.” She heard him setting things on the table.

A moment later, something cold touched her lips, and she opened them. Cool lime melted against her tongue. Michelle closed her lips around the popsicle and started to move her head so that she could swallow even more of it. Nick placed his hand on her forehead to keep her still. “Uh, uh. No moving.”

Michelle was breathing hard, Nick’s seductive game having a profound effect on her already. She waited, and he plunged the popsicle into her mouth, then pulled it out. Several seconds passed, and Michelle kept her mouth open, anticipating the next thrust. In, then out. Pause. She felt the bed shift as he climbed onto it. In, then out. Pause. In, then out. Pause. In—

Michelle’s pussy clenched instinctively when the next mouthful was warm, potent flesh. She sucked hard as he pulled out. In, then out. In, then out. Her crotch began filling with her juices, and she wanted desperately to drink him. She moaned with disappointment as the next plunge was cool lime again. In, then out. A freezing jolt of electric need pulsed into her crotch as the cold confection suddenly circled her right nipple. Michelle gasped. Nick trailed the frozen treat down the inner curve of her breast, across her chest and up the curve to the other side, wiggling the cold tip back and forth across her other, aching nipple. Michelle moaned.

Nothing for a moment. Then fierce, furious desire pulsing through her cunt as a cool path meandered from her navel to her clitoris. Michelle had to tense her legs to keep from thrusting her clit hard against the frozen, tantalizing treat. He rubbed it over her clit for several moments, as the tiny nub segued from feeling erotically cool and erect to numbingly cold to searingly, painfully aroused. Michelle moaned again.

Nick allowed his gaze to travel over her, taking pleasure in the physical evidence of Michelle’s arousal. Her nipples were towering dark pyramids in an oasis of brown aureole, desire adding a flush of subtle red. Her arms and legs were tense, and he knew it was taking every ounce of her control to keep from moving—from responding flagrantly to his every touch. Her clit was plump and prominent and the flesh between her legs glinted invitingly. Nick set the popsicle on the table.

Fireworks exploded in Michelle’s groin as Nick’s mouth enveloped her clitoris. Michelle swallowed and lost herself in the blazing sensations sparking through her entire body from down below. The tip of Nick’s tongue flicked across her clit. Then he pressed the small flaps of her clitoral hood tight against her with his teeth and teased the sensitive inner flesh with his tongue as he pushed one of his fingers deep inside her vagina, moving it in slow figure eights. “Oh, my God, Nick!” Michelle groaned. Her hips started to move as she convulsed spasmodically. Without moving his head, Nick lay his arm across her hips, pressing them into the bed, immobilizing her while he munched on her clitoris.

Michelle whimpered. The sensual tension created by her taut muscles, the forced inactivity, and the maddening stimulation of her clit combined to birth an erotic orgasm that rocked every fiber of her being. Michelle clutched her silk restraints, gasping as Nick’s massive cock invaded her cunt at the peak of her pleasure, filling her completely. “Yes, yes!” she screamed. She convulsed around his rock-hard shaft as her orgasm raged on, like floodwaters overwhelming a dam.

Nick watched the play of passionate release across Michelle’s face, listened to the sweet music of her gasps, moans,screams —determined to witness every effect he was having on her, refusing to close his eyes despite the searing ejaculation he knew was imminent. Michelle’s massive contractions compressed him mercilessly, sucking fiercely at his swollen masculinity.

Michelle lost all track of time, drowning in a swirling torrent of sensation until Nick’s huge, stubborn cock finally discharged, flooding her with liquid warmth. Slowly, the pinnacle receded. Aftershock followed aftershock until she was limp and sweating.

When Nick felt her completely relax, he roused himself and made for the kitchen. He found a couple of water bottles and filled them with crushed ice he found in the freezer, then added water from the pitcher in the fridge.

Michelle heard him return, and waited, expecting him to remove her blindfold and begin untying her hands.

“Thank you for that,” he murmured in her ear. “It was incredible.”

Michelle laughed. “You’vegot to be kidding. It couldn’t possibly have been as good for you as it was for me.”

“Oh, but it was.” He kissed her lips softly. “So good, I want to do it again.”

Michelle felt hard plastic against her mouth. “Drink it. It’s ice water,” Nick prompted.

Michelle opened her mouth and Nick squeezed the bottle, directing a stream of the cool liquid into her mouth. She swallowed, then said, “I don’t think I can—”

“Shhh,” Nick said. Michelle closed her mouth. She couldn’t imagine that he could do anything to rouse her passion again, at this point. She was too drained. But she was willing to let him try. Not knowing what was going to happen next, where the next sensation was coming from, what it would be—it was some of the best sex she’d ever had. And Nick’s rigid shaft inside her. So long. So thick. Perfectly molded to fit her pussy.

After they had both drunk their fill, Nick lay on top of her. Supporting himself with his forearms, he began rubbing his flaccid penis over Michelle’s stomach. “I love your belly,” he murmured. “Since the first time I saw it, I’ve wanted to rub it with my naked cock.”