The Pearl Necklace (4 page)

He
blushed—I loved it when he did that—and shook his head.

“It’s not
right,” he said.
“Not when I’m here being paid to protect
you.
Not when you’re touching my hair when you shouldn’t be. I could get
into trouble just for letting you do that.
You
could bring a shitload of trouble on yourself by doing that. I shouldn’t be
this close to you when it isn’t to do with my detail.”

“So I’m a
detail now?” I slid my hand back down to caress his cheek, circling my
fingertips over his stubble, pleased at how brazen I was being.

“No,
you’re more than that. Christ, please stop touching me. You have to stop
touching me.”

I lifted
my other hand to run it up and down his chest, his jacket smooth on my skin.
“But I don’t want to.”

He
groaned, begging me with his eyes. “You
have
to.”

“Why don’t
you have the night off,” I said, slipping my hand beneath one lapel. A blast of
lust went through me at the heat coming off him, at the dull thump of his
heartbeat pounding against my palm. If I thought I’d been wet earlier, it was
nothing compared to now. My cunt ached,
ached
,
and my clit pulsed, nipples hardening to sharp points.

He laughed
quietly. “It doesn’t work like that. Even if I have the night off, you still
shouldn’t be touching me, not in here.”

“Yes, it
does work like that. I’m giving you the night off. Giving you carte blanche to
do all the things you want to me.”

“But it
isn’t your place to do that. The security company, they have to—”

“Then I’m
firing you. I don’t want you working for me anymore. I can ring my manager and
tell them to get rid of you. I’ll do it in the morning, first thing.” Before he
could say anything, I decided to plough on, determined now we’d come this far
that I was going to make him see how I felt—how I’d been feeling for the
longest time. I took a deep breath and went for it. “Let me tell you what’s
going on inside
my
head instead
then.” I paused. I could do this. I could bloody well do it. “Would you think
me odd if I told you how I’ve imagined the scent of your cologne—
Joop
, isn’t it?—when I’m alone and that I’ve also imagined,
when I’ve closed my eyes in bed, that you were close, your breaths hot on my
neck, the tip of your tongue only inches from my skin?”

“Shit,
stop that.”

He made a
move to walk away then must have changed his mind. He put his back to the
window instead and faced the foyer. I followed, standing in front of him,
removing my hand from his face but continuing to fondle his chest.

I drew my
hand down from his heart to his jacket buttons and slipped each one out of out
their holes. “I’ve resisted touching myself after thinking about you because
afterwards, it always made me feel even emptier, even more alone. But when I
did give in, those few minutes where I pretended you touched me, you pinched my
nipples, you stroked between my legs,
I
was on fire.
Have you ever thought of me in that way?”

He cleared
his throat, closed his eyes as though if he looked at me for much longer he’d
have to make a decision. Guard me or fuck me. I was giddy with affecting him,
couldn’t get over the courage that had sprung from nowhere, enabling me to
speak to him the way I had. Going against my contract was a thrilling thing.

With his
jacket undone, I began unbuttoning his shirt. The first touch of the side of my
finger on his skin—oh God, I went hot all over, and my clit swelled, my cunt
grew wetter still. Being this close to him did things to me I’d only dreamed
about.

“I have
another confession, one that’s so rude that I’m not sure you’d want to hear it,”
I said.

“I want to
hear it…”

“You see
my necklace?” I asked.

He nodded,
lowering his gaze to where the little white balls sat on top of my cleavage.

“I imagine
a different kind of necklace there. Do you know the kind I mean?”

“Sasha…Jesus,
I…”

“And I
think about how your necklace would feel hot on my skin after you’ve splashed
it there. I roll onto my side in bed and squeeze my legs together,” I said, “trying
to get rid of the ache in my clit when I think about you.” Had I just said
that? “But the thing is, me clenching my thighs only makes it worse, makes me
want you more, and I end up slipping one hand under the sheets to press the
heel of my hand to my cunt.”

He sucked
in a breath at that word, swallowed deeply, and God, how I wished he’d swallow
my juices one day—tonight—then kissed me so I could taste myself. He closed his
eyes.

“But it
only dulled the throb, didn’t make it fully go away,” I said. “And I get so wet
at thoughts of you, the curls there damp on my fingers, and I usually bend the
middle one and slide it inside me. Close my eyes and see you, the man who has
yet to touch me in that way. But you will, won’t you? Do I have to keep
wondering what it’ll feel like to have your hands on me, your fingers in me?
Your cock?
What
would
it
be like, I wonder, for you to get all dominant on me, telling me what you want
me to do in that soft yet strong voice of yours?”

“Fuck it,”
he said, opening his eyes to stare at me. “Christ, you don’t understand why you
mustn’t touch me in here…”

“Don’t you
want to answer my questions?” I whispered, down to the last button.

“I do
but…”

“Then
answer them.” I smoothed my hand over his chest, then his stomach, loving the
dusting of fine hairs and the way they tickled. With my thumb, I circled one
nipple, more ready than I’d ever been for him to carry me to that table, put me
on top and plunge that cock of his straight into me.

“Sasha…”

“Answer
them.”

I lowered
both hands to his trousers, popped the button and drew down the zip, him not
saying a word. He just looked at me, his breaths coming out heavy, his hands
fisted by his sides as though it took great effort for him to keep them there.
I was playing yet another part, that of a sexy vixen, and I’d keep on playing
it until he gave in to his desires.

“Yes,” he
said, gripping my wrists just as I made a move to free his cock. “Yes, I want
you, yes I want to know what it would feel like to touch you, be inside you,
fucking lick you, suck you, but now isn’t the time. Now isn’t the
place
. There are windows behind me
without any blinds drawn. If anyone’s out there they can see right inside, no
problem. All right, they can only see my back at the moment, but if I move, if
I do all the things to you that I want… I don’t want your sexy little arse in
the papers, your…Christ, your gorgeous tits on display for
all
the
world to see. So please, don’t touch me anymore in here, don’t give
them anything to use against you.”

He let my
wrists go, pulled up his zip, and I stepped back, understanding now how stupid
I’d been, how I hadn’t thought before I’d acted. How he’d shown great restraint
because he cared about how I was perceived by the public. He’d asked me to stop
and I hadn’t listened. Thought I knew best, but in reality, all I’d been able
to think of was him finally seeing me, finally knowing how I felt, and I’d got
carried away.

“So then
tell me more in my bedroom,” I said, walking backwards from the kitchen and
into the foyer. I bent down to take my boots off and kicked them out of sight. “Come
upstairs with me now and tell me every damn thing you’ve ever wanted to do to
me.”

Chapter Four

I want to know your name, your real name. Will
you tell me if I ask?

He stood
in my bedroom doorway and stared behind me at the window.
“Curtains.
Close them.”

I loved
the way he’d commanded me, how he was trying to shirk off his shyness. It made
my knees weak and my cunt ache even more. I turned and went to do as he’d
asked, then stopped and said over my shoulder, “Only if you’ll tell me your
name.”

“You were
right earlier. It’s Henry. Now close the curtains.”

I smiled
and, taking a moment once I’d shut out the night, sucked in a deep breath and fought
off the urge to pinch myself that my bloody God, this was finally happening. I
turned to face him, the bed between us, a huge, huge barrier, and glanced at it
then back to him.

“Get on,”
he said, jerking his head at the bed. “Get your clothes off and get on.”

I hadn’t
undressed for a man in a
long
time. Before
tonight it had been when I was larger—and under the cover of darkness, beneath
the sheets. I just had to hope this newfound courage that was surging inside
was enough to carry me through.

I popped
the buttons on my skinny jeans then pushed them down my legs, sliding one foot
under them once they were off and flicking them away. I watched him carefully
for his reaction, and all I got was a glimpse of desire darkening his eyes
before he quickly masked it. I lifted my vest top off, tossing it to the floor,
and stood there in my black bra and knickers, hoping that he’d give me some
idea—any idea—of what he was thinking.

“Jesus
Christ, you’re so lovely,” he said.
“So bloody lovely.”

He skirted
the bed, and I stepped back a bit so he could stand in front of me. He raised
his hands, and I held my breath, waiting for him to cup them to my breasts. He
didn’t, just let them hover there, and stared down at my chest.

“Touch
them,” I encouraged, sensing he was too much of a gentleman to do it without
asking, even though his intent had been clear. “You don’t need my permission.
Do whatever you want.”

I looked
up at him, and he shifted his gaze to my face, then, maintaining eye contact,
laid his hands where I so wanted them to be. His palms were deliciously warm,
their heat seeping through my bra, my skin. I felt every individual finger, his
thumbs,
a
brand that I would always remember and crave
more of when we were apart. I could only hope that tonight wasn’t the only one
we’d share like this, but I had to treat this time as if that were the case.
Revel in every touch, caress,
kiss
. Enjoy each second
and hope they didn’t speed by too fast.

He
kneaded, and oh my God, the sensation from my nipples rasping on his palms went
straight to my cunt. I wanted him to fill it with his cock, give me a fuck that
I’d never forget, so lifted my hips to push my needy slit against his groin. He
was hard, so deliciously hard, and the pressure of him on my clit had tendrils
of pleasure radiating down there. I clenched my muscles in an attempt to stave
off an orgasm that would rage through me if I let myself go now. I didn’t want
to come too soon, but excitement and the sheer brilliance of being here with
him in this way might prove difficult. That first burst of release was going to
be heady, shocking, I imagined, and I needed to steel myself for the onslaught.

“You feel
just as I thought you would,” he said, then bit his bottom lip and slid one
hand up to my collarbone, the other still massaging my breast.

His
fingertips on my skin, right beside the strap of my top, brought on goose bumps
and a shiver so violent I worried he might think he’d repulsed me.

“You feel
better
than I thought you would,” I
said, a little breathless, my lungs straining as though they were fit to burst.
A buzz brought on by anticipation set up home in my ears, and I went
lightheaded for a second or two. Bloody hell, he affected me in a way I hadn’t fully
predicted. Yes, I’d known I’d go like liquid for him, my bones and heart
melting at the same time, but this…this all-consuming fire? No, I hadn’t
expected it to be so searing just from the simplest of touches.

“I can’t
believe you thought about me like that,” he said. “But before we go on, there’s
something you need to know.”

Oh bugger,
he had a woman, didn’t he. A wife or girlfriend tucked away somewhere. I should
have known this was too good to be true. He was the one thing I wanted apart
from when I’d been desperate to lose weight, and look how that had gone.
To shit, my life no longer my own.

I
stiffened, waiting for the bomb to explode, for my world to be turned upside
down once again, me still lonely, me still craving what I couldn’t have. If my
worst fears were realised, once I’d done my duty to the diet company, I’d sod
off and live abroad near Mum and Dad. Lick my raw wounds in private, wishing
he’d been raw and primal and had at least licked my privates before he’d given
me the bad news.

“It isn’t
anything you might think,” he said. “It’s just that…” His eyes seemed to darken
as he narrowed them, like he was battling an inner demon that was prodding to
be let out.

I’d well
and truly missed the boat in being prodded if what I suspected was about to come
sailing out of his mouth.
Bum.

“What?”
Tell me. Go on, just tell me and get it over
with.

“I can be
a bit…” He clenched his jaw, muscles working.

What was
wrong with him? Did he have some other, deep, dark secret he wanted to confess?
It couldn’t be anything like a weird fetish, because the horror on his face
when he’d thought I enjoyed playing with poo…

He cleared
his throat. “Well, I’m not shy in the bedroom once I get going.”

Was that
all? Relief
whoomphed
into me, a great big wall of it that almost had me sagging. If what he’d just
said was him telling me he was rampant in the sack, I’d take that. He could be
the one in control, because I certainly wasn’t any advert for the antics that
went on in the
Karma Sutra
.
Me
being bold tonight had taken a lot of courage, and I’d
begun to wonder how long I’d be able to keep it up.

I glanced
down at the outline of his cock. He was keeping
that
up quite nicely, and I noticed his balls of meaty goodness, as
I fondly thought of them, were nice and firm too, judging by their roundness
bulging out his trousers.

“I see,” I
said, wanting to pant and writhe and snog him to death. “So why don’t you tell
me
exactly
what you mean? And you
still have some other things to tell me. Like what you want to do to me.”

“I’d
rather show you.”

He licked
my earlobe, bringing on a rush of pure pleasure in my cunt, and if the good
Lord above never granted me another wish in my whole life, I’d be happy to stay
like this forever.
His breaths in my ear.
His hard cock against my slit.
His hand
moving across my breast so he could thumb my nipple.
I was going to
explode with bliss in a minute. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth to tell
him to take my bra off, that I wanted skin-on-skin, damn it, but he gave my
earlobe one last lick then pressed his lips to mine.

Oh.

He parted
my lips with his tongue, the wonderfully hot, wet intrusion exceeding all my
daydreams. My whole body went to mush, and I grabbed hold of his jacket lapels
to stop myself sinking to the floor in a lust-addled heap. A girly whimper got
stuck in my throat, and I was so high from him probing inside my mouth that I
forgot to kiss him back. I went forth with gusto, swirling my tongue around
his, delighting in the dance. He growled, and the sound of it went right
through me, seeking out my swollen clit to tease it with tempting fizzles of
pleasure that gave me an inkling of what was to come.

He
wrenched his mouth from mine and swept me around, planting me on the bed and
climbing on top of me, straddling my torso. I stared up at him as he stared
down at me, waiting with bated breath while he popped the front clasp of my bra
and my breasts sprang free.

“Christ…”
he whispered. “
Just…Christ.”

Those
words turned me on more than I could have imagined. That the sight of my
breasts had made him almost speechless was something I never thought would
happen. He palmed them, sending me giddy with need, and closed his eyes,
letting out a ragged sigh.

“I could
fuck you seven ways to Sunday,” he said. “Just fuck and fuck until we can’t
fuck anymore. I could suck your nipples and rub your cunt and watch you come
over and over.”

I wondered
what he was seeing behind his eyelids. Was he imagining what he’d said? The
images flung themselves at me, and there he was in my mind, right there beside
me, his hand working magic on my clit and his tongue and teeth doing more of
the same on my tit. A fresh waft of
Joop
and man
smell drifted over me, and I took the chance to think about what it would be
like to share my bed with him every night, fucking and coming, fondling and
snuggling. I could easily get used to that.

“And then”
he said, “I can just see myself inside you, sinking in slowly then, because I
wouldn’t be able to stop myself, I’d have to fuck you hard and fast to get the
first rush of excitement out of me, out of you. Can you see it? Feel it?”

He opened
his eyes, and I nodded.

“God, yes,
I can see it,” I said. “And I want it.”

“Undo my
trousers,” he said. “Get my cock out.”

Oh my
word, he
wasn’t
shy in the bedroom.

I eagerly
did as he’d asked, quickly, wanting to unwrap him and get my first sight of him
as fast as possible. His cock strained against his black boxers, and I popped
the button, my fingers shaking,
then
drew him out.

The.
Cock.
From.
Heaven.

If ever
there was a length of hardness made just for me, this was it. I stared,
wide-eyed, knowing it would fit snugly in my mouth or my cunt—either of those
holes would do me fine, I wasn’t fussy.

He took
one hand from my breast and held himself, weighting his erection while thumbing
my nipple.
“A pearl necklace.
You want another pearl
necklace, you said.”

Oh, fuck. Oh my bloody fuck…

“Give it
to me,” I said, my words making me sound the greedy little mare I was. I wanted
everything he was prepared to give me and then some. I had the urge to have him
everywhere at once—in me, on me, hands roaming, tongue licking, cock spewing
his cum at the base of my throat, hot and wet and dripping. “God, yes, just
give it to me.”

He leant
forward and held his cock down, brushing the tip over my bottom lip. I dashed
out my tongue to get a sneaky lick, and closed my eyes because, Mary mother of
God, I’d been
wanting
to do that for months. His taste
exploded, and I wanted more of it, to suck him in and make his cock as wet as
my cunt. I opened up, stared at his face, goading him to slide in and pleasure
himself
, using me as his whore, his hole, his
come-all-over-me bitch. He pushed in, and I slapped my hands onto his arse
cheeks, thrilled by the tingle the contact brought, drawing him in deeper. His
tip slid along the roof of my mouth, hard yet
soft,
and I curled my tongue and gave him a bed of suction he wouldn’t forget in a
hurry.

“Now
that
feels good,” he said. “Good and
tight and…yeah, suck it just the way you’re doing it now.”

I obeyed,
digging my nails into his buttocks, directing how fast and deep he went. I
didn’t need stimulation to my clit, the pressure and pleasure was mounting
there all by itself. One or two touches from him in that area and I’d be a
panting, coming mess. Delicious visions of him choking me by surging into my
throat as far as he could go dashed through my head, resulting in a fresh seep
of wetness and a need so strong to come that I moaned around him.

“Necklace…I’m
going…ah…to give you…that fucking…necklace.”

He pulled
out of my mouth and took himself in hand, wanking with his tip pointed towards
my neck and staring at me so hard I lost myself in our connection. He manoeuvred
off me to kneel by my side and reached down with his free hand and sought out
my cunt, rubbing my clit. Oh Jesus… The frantic movement of the hand around his
cock flickered in my peripheral, and I was so turned on, so wet and hot for
him, that my orgasm was ready to break free.

I shifted
my attention to his cock, watching how he pleasured himself, how he liked it
done. He matched his strokes there with those on my clit and let out a loud,
long keen. One of my own tagged onto the end of it. He shot his load onto me, a
brilliant splash of heat exactly where I wanted it, coating my own pearl
necklace to create an entangled twinset. He grunted, growled again. I was about
to go nuts over those wild sounds. Ultimate pleasure burst out of my clit and
ripped through me. I writhed, sucked in my bottom lip then bit down on it, lifting
my hips so my clit mashed into his fingers. I humped, wanting to stimulate the
primal movements of fucking. He ejaculated another string to add to my beads,
and I pawed at my breasts, scraping my nails over my hard, distended nipples,
then pulled at them, tugging hard and tweaking to get maximum thrills.