The Romance Novel Book Club (6 page)

Chapter Eleven

“Could you have taken any longer?”
Beverly
’s shrewy voice matched her disdainful grimace toward me. “Too busy with the latest bimbo, I see.”

“Bimbo?” I said. I could not believe my ears. I had just met her, and she called me a bimbo? How dare she label me like that?

Matt moved between us as my hands curled in rage. As I jostled forward, my twin knockers wagged. In my younger years, going out without a bra on would have no impact on the firm breasts of youth but at my age? I pulled my jacket tighter before my nipples jumped to attention and sang “The Star-Spangled Banner.”

“Patricia is a good friend of mine and Ted’s,” Matt said.

I didn’t care for the term ‘friend’ considering what we’d attempted earlier, but what else could I say?
Hello,
Beverly
. I’m Matt’s latest fuck buddy. The pleasure’s all mine. Ha-ha
. We only made it to second base or whatever oral sex was these days. Of course, according to Bill Clinton, it wasn’t sex at all. If that’s the case, I haven’t had as much sex as I thought.

My jaw dropped as Ted came through the double doors from the emergency room looking fine and dandy, a brace on his wrist. Perplexed, Ted stood staring at our gathering. My eyes wandered, taking in the deception
Beverly
had created. I should really blame my luck, but I liked tossing the guilt her way better.

Matt’s jaw set, the muscles taut on his drop-dead gorgeous face. His eyes narrowed at
Beverly
. Ugh. Family fight coming, I could feel it as the hairs on my arm rose. I wanted no part of it. I had enough issues of my own without being dragged in their family quagmire.

“What is going on?” Ted said.

“
Beverly
told us you’d been beat up and were hospitalized. Obviously she was being overly dramatic, as usual,” Matt said.

“If you’d answer your phone when people called, I wouldn’t have to be.”
Beverly
rolled her eyes. “Maybe if you wouldn’t worry about your carnal lust with your latest conquest, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

“Excuse me?” Matt blinked.

“You heard me. That’s all you ever cared about the whole time we were married.”

All Matt cared about? How was that a problem? If I had a man who worried about my pleasure over his, why would I ever say no? Did I even need to ask myself that question? I decided to try to push through the hissing and spitting of his ex. How bad could it be?

“It’s no wonder I had to file for divorce. If I didn’t, you’d be getting gratification from the first bimbo to smile at you.” Her dismissive hand waved in my direction.

I wanted to knock her head further up her ass.

“I filed for divorce, not you. Married couples are supposed to do more than kiss each other on the cheek before bed,” Matt said.

“Well I’m sorry. I just don’t agree with living my life in lust.” Again she waved her hand toward me.

“Listen here,” I started. “You have no idea who I am so don’t stand there and judge me. I’m not going to be talked about like I’m a piece of trash.”

“Let’s calm down, okay?” Matt said, directing his gaze at me.

Did he just tell me to calm down? Was he defending his ex-wife? What happened to the chivalrous knight I’d come here with?
Beverly
I could handle but him trying to remain neutral … I couldn’t deal with it.

“I’m going home.” I threw up my hands and turned heel. Matt tried to call me back, but I wouldn’t have any of it. I waved as I walked away. I should have known better than to involve myself with a man before I did a baggage check.

A cab ride and a few bucks later, I stripped in my apartment and treated myself to a pint of Ben & Jerry’s. I glanced at
Winter’s Kiss
as I stuffed my face. Maybe I’d leaf through it for some masturbation material with Matt off the list of fantasies.
Yeah, right.
No doubt the guy had a cock the size of
South America
and that would just make me think of Matt. Grrrrr.

I’ve been around the block. Finding a man with an impressive package was rare. Six inches, ladies. Yep. That was the average for the white male. I guess a man having a small package didn’t make for a great romance novel, did it?

He leaned into her, feverishly kissing her nape as his hands manipulated her soft petals.

“Oh, Roland! I cannot stand it!” She moaned beneath his touch.

“Wait, love. I want to make sure you’re satisfied first.” He worked her body until she shuddered. Slowly, he entered her velvety folds with his rigid manhood.

“Roland, now! I cannot wait any longer!” she screamed in pleasure.

“I am,” he grunted, his hips flexing. She looked quizzically at him.

“Are you sure? I mean, I’m a virgin. Shouldn’t this hurt or something?”

Sometimes reality didn’t make for a good juicy story either. I had yet to meet a man who worried about my pleasure over his own. Couldn’t really put Matt into the equation until we actually….

No. I won’t go there. I’ve had to beg for sexual favors, and then had the guy be disgusted I’m not fully shaved down there to make it easier for them. Yeah, because having their hairy crotch in my face was so appealing. I don’t see Johnny Boy shaving his sagging nut sack for my benefit.

I stopped as I realized my anger was driving me zero to lesbian in sixty seconds. I picked up
Winter’s Kiss
and decided I’d read it from the beginning. My lack-luster evening ruined any sexual tension and appetite I might have had. I sighed as I realized how much I missed Julie, which depressed me more. Calling her was out of the question. Her parents held onto a grudge like a Chinese finger handcuff.

“Ugh. Men.” I scowled, tossing the book aside. If I had one option to cheer me up, it would be a long hot shower. If that didn’t kick start my libido, I’d commit myself.

Or, I thought, I could indulge in Black Room and let my imagination run free.

Chapter Twelve

The Black Room was the little place Julie and I tried out after her divorce. A little kinky and a lot of fun, it catered to people preferring to remain anonymous but wanting to have an out of this world experience sexually. While I’m not the kind of girl that wanted to be tied up all the time, it had its appeal. Thus, the handcuffs in my bedroom. I hadn’t come across a man that I could trust enough to pull those bad boys out lately.

Just the type of place to get all my sexual frustrations out.

I passed through the usual check points better than I thought I would. The high class of Black Room always appealed to me. Per the code, I had chosen a satin red mask with sequined outline and draping jewel strands. The color denoted I’d go for some light bondage. I didn’t mind the occasional tied up and spanked session but the more extreme side? Not on your life.

Eyeliner coated my lids and cherry red lipstick adorned my puckered mouth. Make-up outside the club might be something I shirked with aplomb, but it was a must to gain entry. Why should I care? Tonight I would get pampered with the simple tap on the shoulder. If I didn’t get picked by a man at the end of an hour, I could choose my partner.

Within the confines of Black Room, my name was
York
.
When I signed up, I gave the call name as a twist on my name. I thought myself clever using a candy bar as a nom de plume.

I lounged on a Victorian chair, my fuck me pumps a nice shiny red. My black dress conformed to my curves, and I felt damn sexy.
 
Any inhibitions I had stayed in the car with the windows cracked until I finished my man meat shopping spree.

Other members chatted away as my gaze swept the room. I preferred to look disinterested, like a hard mark, than exude desperation. Whether it was the truth or not didn’t mean I wanted my hungry eyes to stray onto less than savory company. Black Room was high class, but it had its fair share of drooling troglodytes.

The room slowed to a crawl as I noticed my favorite plaything across the room. The black satin mask couldn’t hide his appearance. His mannerisms within Black Room were too familiar to me. My taut muscled specimen prowled the carpet like the carnivore I knew he could be. The apex of my thighs moistened at his presence. I remembered each wicked little escapade I had with this particular member. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he window shopped until he came across my rack. With one glance in my direction, I hooked in my bait. Already my heart slammed into my rib cage in anticipation of his electric touch.

His code name was Tall One, and he certainly fit the bill. He leaned in, and I inhaled that masculine scent uniquely his. Whatever cologne he used danced nicely with his pheromones. I was a cat in heat ready to scratch my name into his back as he rode me.

“My,
York
.” His words tickled my ear. “In for some adventure tonight?”

“Can you handle it?” I breathed back.

“Why don’t we find out?”

I placed my hand in his, and he led me away from the crowded room into a private one of his choosing. The lights dim, he glided me in and closed the door behind us.

Deep mahogany wood on the bedposts and luxurious red velvet hung from the peaks. A perfect centerpiece for our carnal night of pleasure. My body curled against his chest, the ache to caress his erection pulsing to my core. His fingertips glided along my shoulders. With each caress, his senses reacquainted themselves with every inch of my flesh. I groaned as his palms rubbed my nipples. They hardened instantly.

“My. Someone’s been neglecting themselves.” He tweaked my tightened areolas, and I gasped. Masturbation was second hand for me. Nothing compared to sharing a sexual experience with a partner. Especially one as interested in pleasing you as you were them. I always had that with Tall One. He’d chase all my sorrows away with one gentle stroke along my clit.

My arms reached behind to run through his hair as he lavished my breasts with attention. I ground my behind into his hardened shaft. His breathy rumble sent shivers down my spine. With one yank, he pulled the top of my dress down to expose my lacy red bra. His petting frantic, the fabric of my undergarments heightened my arousal.

“I can’t hold it,
York
.” His hips worked into my backside, his desire apparent in the thickened length straining against his clothing.

“I was hoping for a little play tonight.” My words were truth no matter how much my body ached to be rammed into by his cock.

“Trust me.”

The timbre in his voice echoed.

“Always.”

His hands grasped the bottom of my dress and yanked it up past my hips. He groaned when he realized I had gone panty-free for the evening. His palm cracked against my backside, and I yelped.

“You little tease.” Another swat landed on my bare ass. “You’re a bad girl, York.” His hand smoothed over my cheek, cooling the hotness swelling from it before he gave me another punishing whack.

“Hands on the bedpost, young lady.”

Wetness pooled down my thighs as I grasped the mahogany and velvet. The golden cord hanging down soon bound my wrists. His searing lips claimed the nape of my neck as his fingers pulled and teased my nipples. One hand ventured down to my wet core, stoking the flame already ignited. I shattered to his demanding touch.

“Come again.” His gruff voice commanded.

My legs trembled as two digits invaded my pussy and his thumb flicked across my nub. I rocked against his probing, so close again to orgasm. As much as I wanted to savor the sensation and revel in his expertise, my body rained down on his thrusting fingers.

I whimpered as he pulled away, panting to the delightful sound of a condom wrapper tearing. The warmth of his body covered mine. His cock slid along my opening, one last teasing stroke before he buried it into my willing sex. His passionate rhythm matched his coaxing on my perk nub.

“Come for me, York.” He panted against my ear.

Even if I wanted to hold back, I couldn’t. Wave after orgasmic wave crashed into me. The ropes and his possessive arm around me kept my knees from faltering. His cry echoed in the room with my own, but he never released his grip on me. My arms flopped to my sides as the rope set them free.

Tall One eased me to my back on the bed. His kiss consumed my throat before he ran his tongue along my breasts. Each one had his attention, one hand kneading while his mouth suckled on the areola. The heat between my thighs never lessened, and I yearned for his cock to fill me whole. He never entered me fully, but the length given always satisfied me like no other lover.

His lips traveled south while his palms continued to torment my nipples. He claimed my sex with his mouth, and I screamed. He drank me in as my legs trembled. I tried to blissfully rationalize that my time between having a male was his key to my multiple orgasms, but no one brought me to the edge faster and harder than Tall One. I only lamented that I couldn’t find out who he was so that we could fuck outside of the confines of Black Room.

I closed my eyes, and my hands wove into his hair as he loved my sex over and over. His tongue flicked and nipped while his fingers danced around the opening. When he positioned himself between my legs again, I moved my hips to his steady pumping. We parted as I gasped for breath. My fingers danced along my breasts, inviting him for another taste. As he seized one of the nipples, I murmured the one name that should have been furthest from my mind.

“Matt.”

Tall One froze on top of me. I blinked and stared into his deep dark eyes. He quirked a small smile before flicking his tongue out along my stiffened nipple.

“Shame on you, York.” He flipped me over and gave my deliciously sore ass a smack. “On your knees.”

I complied and he rounded the bed, his purple cock firm in his hand. He hid most of the length with his palm camouflage, leaving me to wonder on the size of my lover.

“Open your mouth.”

The aftermath of our first session glistened on the mushroom tip. My lips parted as he neared. His cock slid in, and I suckled on his shaft. My tongue curled around the small slit along the head. He moved his hips, never allowing the full extent of his manhood to enter. I wanted it all, but he denied me.

“No, no. Bad girls only get a taste.”

His fingers tangled in my hair to guide my mouth’s pace. With each thrust, my tongue caressed his shaft and tickled the head. His heavy breathing trumpeted his near completion. My lips pursed around his girth, unwilling to allow him to withdraw. I wanted to taste him as he had me. His knuckles grazed my chin as he stroked his shaft, his ploy to torment me further lost to his need. His hot, silky semen filled my mouth and, uninhibited, I coaxed the full amount from his cock. One last swipe of my tongue along the tip and I rolled away grinning.

He frowned at me.

“What?” I smiled and stretched out on the bed. “You said bad girls get to taste.”

He chuckled. “I’m glad you came tonight.”

“Me too. Multiple times.”

He laughed harder and shook his head. I waited my customary five minutes after he left to go through the only other door to the room. Beyond I could get a quick shower and wash away my decadent evening but not the memories and wanting to have Tall One in my life permanently.