The Lottery (15 page)

“Something wrong with that?”

“Only that you are new at this, and I don’t want to hurt you. I
pushed my luck staying inside of you when we fell asleep, I am sure you are
sore. But you felt too good to pull out of. I could stay in your heat forever.”

Karlyn knew forever was not a possibility and that she needed to
keep her head about her. Maybe another round of lovemaking wasn’t the best
idea, not until she could get her thoughts together. He was only here for a
year, and she didn’t want to be heartsick for the rest of her life. She had
seen too many women have that very problem after contracts were over and they
could not afford new studs. Most women got one shot, and that was if they were
very lucky. He was only here because of the lottery, not because he had chosen
her. He was here to do a job.

A job he did incredibly well, of course, and she needed to keep
the terms of this arrangement as professional as possible. She wondered how so
many women did this, trading in one man for the other, treating them like a
commodity. She needed to remember this was a business arrangement. Otherwise,
well, she wouldn’t want to imagine what could happen.

Pulling herself from him, the pop of his cock releasing from her
wet heat was almost enough to shatter her concentration. She started a mental
laundry list of the things she needed to do, instead of what she wanted to be
doing with him. If she overdosed on him right now, she knew that she could
become addicted to his sweet kisses and his big cock.

Strong hands grasped her back, sliding his cock back home. “Where
do you think you might be heading?”

“I have a lot to do today, Ethan.”

“Stop thinking so much.” With that he rolled over so she was
under him again. He grasped both of her hands in one of his, and moved them
above her head. His other hand started to graze over her body. The show of
strength made her shiver. She knew that most women preferred to take control
over the sexual relationships they had with men, but her whole body trembled
with the knowledge he was overpowering her.

“Hmmm…I see you like. I shall have to remember that for the
future.” An evil smile crossed his face just before he pulled one of her
nipples into his mouth.

Karlyn never imagined having a man in her bed would ever feel
this good. He lay within the curve of her mound, rubbing his hard cock along
the length of her still-wet pussy. All thought left her mind as she reveled in
the feel of him sliding along her pussy. Moisture pooled again readying her for
him.

Moving his head to her other breast, he laved the nipple,
bringing it to a point, while he continued to hold her down on the bed. Fire
raced from her breasts to the clit that was getting full attention from the
near bursting head of his cock. Toes curling, she was past ready for him.

“You may have been a virgin, but I think you may be one of the
most passionate women I have ever been with. Every time I touch you, your pussy
cries out for me. The scent of your arousal almost drives me insane. No woman
has ever succumbed to my touches like you have. Inside that prim and proper
body holds a wildcat, and I want to set her free.”

“I may not have ever had a man, but I am a woman with needs. I
have brought myself to orgasm before. I think I would have gone insane at this
point in my life without some sort of release.”

“You touch yourself?” A tremor ran through him, and she realized
her words had sparked it. It made her feel powerful. “You are going to be the
death of me, woman. Show me how you touched yourself.”

“Wha…What?”

“Show me the touches that made you come. Show me what you like so
I can bring you the same pleasure.” Sitting back on his haunches, he watched her,
as the muscles in his body clenched in restraint.

“What about your pleasure?”

“Seeing your pleasure pleases me. Now show me how you touch
yourself. Teach me.”

Seeing the look in his eyes, and empowered with the fact that
this was affecting him in a pleasurable way, she slowly pulled her fingers from
his grasp and slid them down her body. First stopping at both breasts, she
squeezed the globes with trembling fingers before grasping and pulling each
nipple hard. Sucking in a breath, she arched her back, only heightened knowing
he watched.

Leaving one hand to pull and pinch at her nipple, she let the
other hand roam further south, rubbing through the tight curls at her pussy. Moisture
flowed and she felt the tops of her thighs coated with her lust. Breaking
through the full lips that covered her clit, she opened herself for him to
view.

Inhaling strongly as he watched her intimate touch, his cock
jumped and when she looked down, she saw the weeping moisture leaking from the
near purple head of his phallus. Becoming bolder as she knew he was enjoying
the show, she brought her other hand down to open the petals of labia while her
other hand began to work her swollen clit. Nearly jumping off the bed from the
intense pleasure, she looked to him again and saw him rubbing the length of his
dick, the hunger in his eyes enough to make the desire within her triple, his
hooded eyes and soft mouth a thing of beauty. She knew that expression would
have to be painted one day.

Lowering the hand holding her open to his view, she slowly slid a
single finger towards her pussy. Shallowly, she rubbed the outer rim of her
sex, bringing the moisture she gathered up to her clit. Eyes interlocked with
his, she continued to rub her clit with vigor, as she watched him pump his
beautiful cock in his hand.

Nearing the pinnacle a powerful storm gathered in her core. Watching
him, as he watched her was a powerful aphrodisiac, and she had never become
this aroused when touching herself. Just as she felt the first waves of her
release come over her, he rolled back on top of her and impaled himself in her
pussy, heightening the climax as he rubbed the tender tissue inside. Screams
cried out from her as tears streamed down her face. Each wave was stronger and
more overwhelming then the last.

Rolling her with him as her orgasm subsided, he pushed her in the
seated position above him and she moved her hips immediately creating the
rhythm she needed. Raising his hands to her breasts, he recreated the movements
she had made earlier, pinching and pulling at her nipples. She loved the
borderline pleasure-pain his ministrations brought, and she arched herself into
his hands, not wanting him to stop.

Her pelvis rubbed against him, giving a sublime friction on her
clit, and the angle in which she sat allowed his cock to hit the perfect spot
within her channel. It was almost too much pleasure, and she felt another
orgasm build, one that had the potential to break her. A few more strokes of
his fingers and his cock and she exploded around him. Wave after incredible
wave broke, and seconds later she felt him burst inside her.

Falling on top of him, out of breath and overwhelmed, Karlyn knew
her abstinence had been worthwhile. This man played her body like an
instrument, and she would not want it any other way. Too bad she realized at
that very moment that she had completely fallen head over heels for him.

Chapter Twelve

Karlyn stood staring at the blank canvas for her fifth and final
painting for the community center. Her mind could not stop reliving the passion
filled night and morning she had just experienced. Body humming with pleasure,
she ached in all the right places. Each spot reminded her again of a certain
moment from the night before. But her sexual exploits had no business
influencing the painting she needed to complete, so she shook her head to free
herself from the thoughts.

She had made a few sketches for this piece days before, so she
really did know what it was she wanted to paint, but she just could not focus
on the task at hand. Thoughts of Ethan consumed her. Throwing down her
paintbrush, she dropped heavily into the huge chair in the studio contemplating
what she needed to do to erase all this.

Knowing that he was spending this last day with Bailey before her
surgery helped Karlyn clear some of the dirty thoughts she had been having. She
needed to focus on that. His sister was seriously ill, lying in a bland white
room in the hospital and the outlook was not good. No matter how many times
Ethan had said Bailey would be fine, she recognized the scared look on his face.

The bland white room just depressed Karlyn. Having always had
bright colors around her in her art, she hated sterile. Despised it, in fact. A
thought came to mind, and she understood just what she had to do.

Moving to the low ceilinged corner of the upstairs studio, she
reached the storage area. She had many paintings there accumulated over the
years as pieces she could not sell, or were just quick pieces she did as
studies for other paintings, experiments in style, texture, and color. She knew
just the two she wanted and searched through the piles leaning against the red
brick wall.

Finding the first, a great landscape piece, she moved it to the
side while she continued to look. The painting had been done in the height of
spring, when all the wildflowers on the hillside had been in bloom, a cacophony
of colors in the field of pale green below the beautiful azure sky. The
painting had been one of her favorites and she had never been able to part with
it, but considering the circumstances, she felt that Bailey could appreciate it
much more.

Continuing to dig, she came across another she hadn’t considered.
She had painted this one while still at home with her parents. Her father had
often escorted her to the park and assisted in the treachery her mother thought
her art was. A soft pond with water lilies abloom shaded by a plethora of
weeping willows had graced her neighborhood park and she had always loved
playing there as a child. And the fact her father had been there made her smile
just that much more. She would definitely share this one with Bailey.

Throwing both into a satchel, she threw on a fluffy vest and
scarf to hide a little bit of her paint splattered outfit. She needed to finish
her work when she got back, so there was no point in changing her clothing. Rushing
out the door, she bounded down the stairs, a bounce to her step. Excitement
rushed through her veins, hoping Bailey would appreciate the additional color
and life.

Passing through the busy city streets, she made a detour to the
farmer’s market and traveled straight to the flower vendor. Spotting a bright
bunch of wildflowers with rainbow hues, she grasped it and quickly paid for it.
Spying a junk dealer a couple of stalls down, she bought an old glass vase and
tried to wait patiently while the vendor wrapped it in old newspaper before
handing her the bag.

Nearly skipping the rest of the way to the hospital, Karlyn
finally arrived, goods in hand. Bounding up the brick staircase, she entered
the doors. She piled into the elevator with several others, and then suddenly
recalled the last trip in this elevator. Although it had not been sexual,
Ethan’s warm, caressing hand on her back had been quite sensual and caused a
blush to pass over her face when she remembered the lovemaking the pair had
shared the night before.

Once on the correct floor, she excused her way through the
amassed throng of people and made her way into the corridor. Sauntering towards
Bailey’s room, she ducked her head in once she arrived to see Ethan sitting
beside his sister, deep in discussion. Knocking softly on the door, she cleared
her throat softly. Two pairs of eyes turned towards her and both mouths smiled.
One particular set of eyes captured hers much more than the other and she felt
her heart start to beat a little more quickly.

“I’m sorry to interrupt; I know you two wanted to spend some
quality time together today, so I shall be brief.”

Bailey smiled at her and turned to her brother, watching him
intently as he looked into Karlyn’s eyes. “Come in, you are not interrupting
anything; I appreciate having people to talk to. It’s quite depressing in
here.”

As Karlyn walked through the door grasping her gifts, she smiled.
“My thoughts exactly. Which is why I am here.” She sat the satchel against the
wall and brought the flowers toward Bailey. “I thought this room could use some
cheering up. I know you will be here for a little while recuperating from your
surgery, so you need something colorful in here.”

Grasping the flowers from her hands, Bailey’s wide eyes and smile
were thanks enough. “Oh, Karlyn, they are lovely. Thank you so much.”

“That’s not all, but let me unwrap the vase and get them into
some water.”

“Here, let me.” Ethan grasped the bag from Karlyn’s hands and
grazed the back of his hand against her cheek. A whispered thank you and the
look that he gave her was enough to make the hairs on the back of her neck
stand straight up. Bailey sat watching the exchange with full attention, a sly
smile twisting her lips.

Her attention back on Bailey after being lost in Ethan’s gaze,
she began pulling her satchel open at the foot of the bed. “No offense, but as
soon as I walked into this room, I felt almost claustrophobic. The plain white
walls are hideous. So I brought something that will hopefully improve your stay
a bit.”

Pulling the first canvas up and around so the siblings could see
it, they both stopped in their tracks and stared. It was the field of
wildflowers piece that Karlyn loved dearly.

“Karlyn! Did you do this?” Bailey smiled and reached for the
canvas. Karlyn walked closer to the head of the bed and held it out for the
woman to grasp.

“Yes, this was soon after I graduated art school. It is one of my
favorite pieces. I thought you would appreciate the color at least.”

“Color? Well, yes, that is gorgeous, but I had no idea how
talented you were. Ethan didn’t do you justice and yesterday you were so humble
about it. This is absolutely awe-inspiring.”