Total Temptation (3 page)

“I can change my mind, I imagine.”

“You sure can.” He put his hands on his hips. “Up to you.”

Maybe he'd deliberately taken a posture to show off his body at its best. And to reveal the outline of his erection behind the fabric of his jeans, and
oh my
, was it ever impressive.

Yes, she could call Madeline on the house phone and ask for a change from Bobby to someone more like the men she encountered in her normal life. And yes, the new man would be an expert at sex and no doubt well-endowed. But no one else would look quite like Bobby—forbidden and delicious.

“I'm sorry. I'm not used to this,” she said.

“Not too many women are.”

She lifted her chin and looked him in the eye. “Let's proceed, shall we?”

He raised an eyebrow. “By all means, princess. Any idea what you'd like to do next?”

Well. He wanted her to decide. She hadn't considered that she might have to make decisions. She could ask him to direct things, of course, but that might make her appear even more inhibited than he already thought she was, and she'd already made herself look like a nervous virgin. She shouldn't care what he thought, of course, but she'd already been more intimate with him than she had with any man other than her husband. That had to mean something.

She glanced around the room, and her gaze automatically fell on the bed. Maybe she ought to simply ask him to “fuck her brains out,” as he'd said. The words would probably stick in her throat. Then she remembered the terrace.

“The hot tub. Why don't we sit in that for a while and get to know each other.”

“You didn't bring a bathing suit, did you?” he asked.

“No. Should I have?”

“Princess, you're adorable.” He draped an arm over her shoulder and guided her toward the doorway leading to the terrace. “I don't want anything between you and me, not even the skimpiest bikini.”

“You were kidding me.”

“You take things too seriously.” He reached down and swatted her bottom. “Get in the hot tub. I'll join you in a second.”

Chapter Two

C
ASSANDRA SANK INTO
the water up to her neck. It didn't do much of anything to hide her body, but she couldn't do much about that other than put her clothes back on and tell Bobby she'd changed her mind. She wouldn't do that unless she wanted to wonder “what if” for the rest of her life. She'd done that, and it had driven her crazy. If she left now, she'd only come back, so she might as well stick around for the ride.

At least she didn't have to be ashamed of her figure. With the gym and spa membership, which included her personal trainer, she worked out regularly. If Bobby liked big breasts, he wouldn't be impressed with hers, but then this wasn't about what Bobby liked, really, was it?

He appeared after a while, and stood next to the tub. After reaching into his pocket, he produced a few small packets and tossed them onto the rim. Condoms. Lord, why hadn't she thought about that? She stared at them for a moment, and when she looked up, he'd begun to strip out of his clothing.

He undressed casually, with an unstudied grace. He had to know he was putting on a performance for her as he tugged his T-shirt up, exposing his chest. A dusting of hairs covered the firm curves, pointing downward toward the waistband of his jeans. When he pulled the shirt over his head and dropped it to the tiles, he caught her watching him.

He gave her that grin again, the big bad wolf smile, and a ray of sunshine made his earring sparkle. “What's going on in that pretty head of yours?”

She shrugged. “No tattoos?

“One. He turned, showing her his back. A large wing or claw shape stretched across his back and onto his shoulder. Stylized, rather than realistic. When he flexed, the pattern moved.

“Impressive,” she said.

Grinning, he turned back to face her. “What about you?”

“None.”

“Figures.”

“I could have one if I wanted.” She could get something pretty where it wouldn't show. She didn't need her parents' approval any longer. Still, if they found out about Bobby and Club Ecstasy, her father would burst a blood vessel and her mother would cry, so she wouldn't tell them. This was her secret.

And right now, her most decadent secret continued to strip. He popped the snap of his jeans and slid the zipper down slowly. Her mouth went dry as she watched, while her sex dampened. The space between her legs was already wet from the water, of course, but moisture also collected inside her. She caught only a glimpse of his erection before he bent to push his jeans down his legs. Finally, he straightened, exposing himself.

He was amazing. She had little to compare him to, but surely he had to rank as the most beautifully endowed man in the world. The thick shaft stood straight away from his body, topped by a swollen head surrounded by a prominent ridge. Even the pucker at the tip was perfect.

“Was this what you ordered?” he asked.

“I wouldn't put it quite that way.”
Liar.
She had ordered a man with a body exactly like his: lean and strong. And his other clients had complimented him on his stamina, according to Madeline. But could she really do this with a stranger? Could she really go from “How do you do?” to the most intimate acts possible within a matter of minutes? Her body said yes. Her body had yielded to him at his first touch. She'd have to let her body do the thinking for her from here on.

He climbed into the tub and sat with his arms stretched out along the rims, his fingers nearly brushing the condoms. “So, do you want to make small talk or get right on to the main event?”

“Why do you talk about sex that way?” she asked. “As if it's nothing more than brushing your hair?”

“Believe me, sex is way more important to me than a hairdo,” he said. “But the way I'd normally talk about it might put you off.”

“Fucking?” There, she'd said it.

“That's really hot, princess.”

“What is?”

“An innocent talking dirty. Coming from your lips, the word has extra power.”

She wasn't an innocent. She'd shared her bed with her husband for five years. But she knew so little about the act, really. She and Howard had had a nice sex life, complete with mutual orgasms. But she'd never really wanted to look at Howard, had never thought much about the size and shape of his penis after she'd gone past the initial pain of losing her virginity. She'd never had anyone like Bobby.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he said.

Her face heated again. He might think that came from the steam rising above the water in the cool, late San Franciscan afternoon.

“Come on, you can do it,” he said.

“All right.” She took a breath. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah, that's it,” he said. “Say ‘fuck me, Bobby.'”

“I said the word, all right?”

He bit his lip and let his gaze rake over her. “Can't do it, huh?”

“I can. I just don't want to.” God, this was embarrassing.

“Okay. We'll pretend that's true.”

She stared at him. He was enjoying her discomfort, damn him. All because of a word all her college friends used constantly. Surely, she could push it past her lips. “Fuck me, Bobby.”

He laughed. “Not bad, princess.”

“Fuck me, Bobby. Fuck me hard.”

“Holy shit, that's sexy.” He nearly flew across the tub and took her into his arms. She found herself pressed up against his body as his mouth came down on hers. Overwhelming. There was nothing gentle about the embrace, in contrast to the way he'd touched her earlier. For a moment, she couldn't breathe, and she pushed at him.

He backed away immediately, his breath coming hard. “I'm sorry.”

“Don't be.” She licked her lips, finding them swollen. He hadn't bruised them, but he had made them sensitive. Her nipples ached, too, her breasts feeling heavy and full. Was this the wild ride Madeline had mentioned? A man only barely in control of himself?

He ran his fingers through his hair, sending the spikes in different directions. “This is supposed to be about what turns you on, not me.”

“I excited you?”

“Damn, princess. Do you need to ask?”

“It's nice to hear.”

He still worked for breath, and his eyes seemed out of focus. She'd managed to turn him on. Really turn him on. And all that made him even sexier than he had been before.

This time, she floated toward him, settling almost into his lap. “How long can I keep you?”

“Why would I want to leave when I have a sex kitten at my complete disposal?”

“You might have other clients.”

“I'm with only one woman at a time.” He grasped her hips and pulled her closer until she was sitting on his lap with his cock pressing against her belly. “I'm yours until you're finished with me.”

“Really? Like, all night?”

“And into tomorrow and the next day, if you want,” he said. “I'm a full-service stud.”

“You certainly are.” She reached between them and curled her fingers around his shaft. “I'm just wondering how long after orgasm it takes you to become erect again.”

His eyes drifted shut. “Mmm. That feels good.”

“Tell me, Bobby. How long after you come until you will be able to perform again?”

One eye opened. “Why do you need to know?”

“Because I think I'd like to watch you climax.” She could never have said that to another man, but Bobby made the forbidden not only possible but inevitable. She could, literally, do anything and everything with him. He wouldn't judge and wouldn't tell. When she used her vibrator, she'd often fantasized about faceless men with huge cocks stroking themselves. She could have those erotic images for real, but not if it meant she couldn't also have him inside her soon afterward.

“Why don't we go ahead and see how much time it takes before I can get it up again?” he said, both eyes open now. “You'll be surprised.”

“So, I can do you with my hand?”

“And your mouth, if you want,” he said. “You can do anything that comes into your pretty head.”

“Sit on the edge of the tub so I can watch.” God, this was sexy. She could order him to do anything and enjoy the results. Right now, she'd stroke him and lick him—maybe suck on him—until he climaxed. The male animal reduced to his most vulnerable, and she had the power to do it.

“Let's do this right.” He climbed out of the tub and retrieved a basket of sponges, soaps, and creams from the tiles nearby. He set it on a corner of the tub and removed a tube, which he handed to her. “Mint. You'll like the taste of it.”

So he definitely expected her to put her mouth on him. She'd done that with Howard, although Howard had never presented so much of a challenge. As Bobby sat on the edge of the tub, she squeezed some of the oil into her hand and smoothed it between her palms to warm it. After putting the tube aside where she could reach it easily if she needed to, she grasped his cock and worked the oil into his flesh.

“Oh, man, I forgot what that stuff feels like,” he said.

“Does it hurt?”

“Hell, no. It tingles a bit.” He groaned. “Just enough to make me fucking nuts.”

“You like it?”

“This is not going to take long.”

Sure enough, his cock had turned a livid color. She'd never actually watched Howard's penis as he'd approached orgasm. He'd always been inside her when he came. But she'd read descriptions of the man's response, and now she could see it for herself. She continued stroking him, all the way from the base to the tip.

His breathing grew harsh, punctuated by soft grunts of approval. He really had immersed himself in the moment, allowing himself to take pleasure from her touch. He'd surrendered, much as she had to his touch earlier. She owed him the same careful treatment he'd given her. She'd give him as good an orgasm as he'd given her.

After all his hints, it wasn't hard figuring out the best way to do that, so she circled the head of his cock with her tongue. The oil did have an astringent quality to it, warming her lips as she took him into her mouth. Overall, a pleasant sensation, and her sex clenched as she imagined taking this large instrument inside her.

He sucked in a breath between clenched teeth. “You're going to make me come, princess.”

She removed her mouth from him but gripped his shaft in her fist. “Not right now.”

“Soon. I won't have any choice if you keep sucking on me.”

Such filthy talk. Nothing she would have remotely believed sexy. Coming from him—a man who could take her apart with his fingers—the words were erotic as all hell. Yes, she'd suck on him. She'd do it until he couldn't take any more and he'd have to come. After grabbing a washcloth from the basket, she went back to work, this time swallowing as much of him as she could and stroking the rest with her hands. The vein on the underside of his cock throbbed beneath her fingertips as she bobbed her head.

“That feels like a pussy all around me,” he said. “I'm going to make you hot and wet like that and then give you everything you need.”

He wouldn't have to do much to arouse her. He'd already awakened her clitoris, and the images of lowering herself onto his erection was accomplishing the rest. Her sex throbbed, begging to be filled. She'd have that. For now, the anticipation would make the final coupling all the more intense.

“Can you taste me, princess?” he said.

A tang of salt mingled in with the mint. A sure sign he'd approached the end of his control. Sure enough, when she pulled back, he released another tiny droplet from the tip of his cock. She lapped it up and then nibbled ever so gently on the head.

“Stop. Oh, shit . . . I'm coming,” he said. “Now!”

She worked him using a firm stroke, pumping along his entire length. With a shout, he threw his head back, and in a moment, his cock sent a spray of semen, which she caught with the cloth. Another followed right on the first, as his body remained rigid. Finally after a third, he finished, slumping over with his head down, eyes closed, and his fists gripping the side of the tub.