Wicked Steps (4 page)

My eyes followed the lines of his body downward. He was taller than any man in the room. And while his clothes had been tailored to make him appear mature, the body underneath screamed agility and youth. Dark dress pants hung on long legs, but they couldn’t camouflage muscled thighs. He wore no tie, just a white long-sleeved dress shirt that couldn’t conceal the wideness of his shoulders and a narrow waist.

Every other man at this event had their collar unbuttoned and their sleeves rolled up. They all looked refined but casual. But not him. His stature was dangerously serious.

I witnessed him taking a drink of his champagne. The sensuality of his mouth and watching him swallow made my knees weak and my heartbeat faster.
Jesus, what is wrong with me?
I couldn’t stop staring.

When our eyes locked, I sensed a familiarity. As much as I wished I knew him, I didn’t. He was a perfect stranger. He continued to observe me through lowered lashes. My nipples hardened against my bra as I felt my panties dampen. He knew. A smug smile of acknowledgement ascended toward my direction. I quickly looked away and moved toward the middle of the room. My entire body quivered.

It had been a long time since I’d experienced sexual attraction to a man. And certainly never one this strong. I was embarrassed at the fact I was having lustful thoughts. Even though his appearance held maturity, he was definitely in his twenties. I had never considered or even been attracted to younger men. But there was something about him, and I was intrigued. Yes, he was seductively tempting, and it had been a long time for me.

Good God, why am I even thinking about a man I don’t even know? Obviously, it’s just my libido talking.

Tonight’s event was now infused with more than just fame and fortune possibilities. Of course, I couldn’t go after any of them. I was a widow with a husband barely deceased—two months. Tongues would be wagging forever if I pursued any kind of frivolous behavior. And a younger man? Oh, I could see the rumors now. Forget the newspapers. I’d be on TMZ. I had to be the example of propriety—the model widow on her best behavior. No wild escapades for me. Besides, I could leave that up to Coco. She was notorious for bad conduct.

Ogling him all night was not an option if I planned to keep my composure and my panties dry. I had to walk away before I made another huge mistake in my life. I took my drink and strolled back to the Risqué room. True to her word, Coco had draped the display with a scarlet curtain.

Leaving that pretty man did nothing to cool the ardent fires burning through me. My fingers itched to draw back the material and study the image in more detail. I turned the lights low so I was shadowed and pulled off the covering. It really was beautiful. I mean, for a penis. Both the content and the brush stroke were magnificent, definitely an artistic flair for color and composition. It was twice tonight I had seen piercings. Although, I doubted Mr. Perfect Stranger had his penis pierced. Well, maybe.

I chuckled to myself.

What I wouldn’t give to find out if that were true, just one night of me not being the widow Wick and having to live up to social expectations. One hour of not being scrutinized by the blue bloods of society. Couldn’t I be anonymous and give myself to that stranger? It felt very lascivious and wanton to even consider these things. But the only pleasing touch my body had known in years was my own. And I yearned for another’s.

“They say art is supposed to stimulate the recipient. Provoke a response in those who view it. What is racing through your mind and body as you study this particular piece? Does the depiction excite you? Tell me the truth. Don’t lie to me. I can smell your perspiration and hear your irregular breathing. Are you aroused?”

The rich timber of his voice, flavored with sensuality, startled me because I hadn’t heard anyone come in. My focus had been solely on the painting, so his presence had gone unnoticed. But that scent. My entire body went taut as he stood close enough I could feel his breath caress the back of my neck. My heart hammered as I considered the ramifications of this perfect stranger. I closed my eyes and licked my lips as my head tilted back slightly. What did I think was going to happen? This walking perfection was going to sweep me off my feet or maybe seduce me right in front of this massive pierced dick? I had a reputation to uphold, not only as the widow of Hartman Wick, but also as co-owner of the gallery.

Was I channeling Coco? Because this was something she would have no qualms doing. Between his scent and body being so close to me, I felt dizzy… and reckless. I should have cared about others intruding. I should have worried about someone seeing me with this much younger man in close proximity. But currently, I was overwhelmed by temptation after being starved for so long. All my nerve endings shivered with anticipation.

“Who… who are you?” I barely managed to croak out as I began to turn around.”

I felt his hand on my arm. “Don’t. Stay facing forward. You already know who I am. You already know what you want. And make no mistake. I definitely know what I want. Tell me you’re wet for me and your pussy throbs for me. Say you want me to make you come. Beg me to take you right here in front of this huge cock.” He panted the words into my ear.

I could hardly breathe. The hairs on my neck stood at full attention while goose bumps traveled down my spine. This wasn’t real. No one did this—especially me. But there was no denying I did want him. I deserved this. Hell, after all I went through, this was my consolation prize. The universe had given me a gift, and I was taking it.

The front of his body pressed gently into my back. I could feel the hard lines and contours of his flesh. His arm reached around me and his hand lingered at my throat. It seemed large, and for a moment, I wondered if the rest of him was just as endowed. It was as if he read my mind and he ground his erection into the back of my dress. My physical response to his actions was apparent as my no-longer-damp panties became drenched.

His hand drifted down to the neckline of my dress. I could feel my breathing go erratic as his fingers began to toy with the edge of my bra.

It was as if I suddenly realized we were in a public space. I wanted to move us to my office. Someplace private, somewhere away from prying eyes. “Wait. Stop. We can’t do this, not here,” I panted.

I held my breath as his hand dipped into my bra and he began palming my right breast.

“Oh God,” I moaned.

“Trust me. I’m far from God. Think lower—and much hotter.”

His fingers rolled my nipple between them as it hardened into a pearl. My body was no longer my own. I could feel myself losing control, not caring about public scrutiny as I pushed back into his cock. I heard a growl come deep from his throat as his hand left my breast.

“Jesus, I could fuck you right now. I’m sure it wouldn’t take much to persuade you. It would be so easy,” he murmured with hot breath that licked at the shell of my ear. His voice paralyzed me, and I couldn’t do anything but listen. “All I would have to do is push up the back of your dress and tuck myself behind you. Unzip and slide into those waiting, clenching, and dripping lips. I’ll bet you’re so wet right now I’d drown. And as much as I’m an exhibitionist, I don’t wish to be interrupted, not with you. But I’m dying to know, so let me ask. When’s the last time a man made you come? I mean really popped your cork? Sucked on your tits, nibbled on your tongue, licked your cunt, and fucked you every way possible, leaving you homebound for days?”

I choked back a quiet sob. Did I appear needy? Did he sense a man hadn’t pleasured me in years? Did I come off as old and desperate?

His words suddenly snapped me back into reality. I straightened my spine and pulled away from him.

He caught me by the waist and pulled me back.

“Let me have you. Allow me to really touch you and make you come.” His lips gently pressed to the back of my neck.

That one action weakened me. I could feel my pussy pulsing with a want I’d never known. His hands gathered the back of my dress, pulling it up, leaving me exposed to the cool air, embarrassed, and excited. For a moment, it crossed my mind that he might fuck me right there. Just the idea made my pussy drum with uncensored need. He was licking and nipping at the back of my neck as he slipped his hand into the back of my panties. I stiffened with fear as his hand brushed against my ass cheeks on the way to their destination. I felt his fingers as they breached the crotch of my panties. They ghosted past the material and languidly swept across my drenched core. I held my breath as he pushed in one finger.

“Oh, God, fuck,” I moaned softly.

“I wish I could. My cock is aching for you right now. It’s been years since I came in my pants, but you have the ability to do that to me right now.” His lips sealed themselves to the back of my neck as he added another digit. Both began to scissor my clit as he rotated the hard nub. We struggled with our positions as I leaned back and he thrust forward.

“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you? The way your pussy tightens around my fingers. I’m so going to enjoy fucking you.”

There was going to be fucking? When? How? Was I going to see him again? Now who was being delusional?

Currently, I was trapped between shame and ecstasy. His fingers drove in and out of me with fury. I could hear low grunts from him as he continued his rapid assault. The deeper he submerged his fingers, the closer his body got to mine. He felt so hard against me. All I wanted to do was turn around and have him plunge into me deeply. Without mercy.

“If your pussy continues suggesting my fingers aren’t enough, I won’t care who strolls in. I’ll fuck you here and now. Trust me. Your screams of pleasure will echo throughout this gallery. Now come. I want to be able to smell and savor your sweet juices long after I’ve gone.”

I bit my bottom lip until I tasted blood. My body started to tremble as impending release began to rise. It was so strong it threatened to cause my legs to buckle. My body began to slip as he snaked his arm around me to hold me in place. I wanted to scream, but the thought of being exposed kept me silent. The sensations coursing through me gave way to an orgasm. A release so intense it made my entire body hum.

“Fuck, baby.” He moaned as he withdrew his fingers and traced a wet path up and down the lips of my pussy.

He suddenly spun me around to face him. A feeling of faintness overcame me as my lips slightly parted when I felt the impact of hot breath as his mouth crushed onto mine. The kiss was cold and punishing, as though he were disciplining me for some infraction. There was nothing gentle or passionate about it. His tongue brutally pushed its way into my mouth as his hand gripped my throat. He sucked on my tongue for a few moments, then retreated.

I looked up into iridescent green eyes. For a moment, I recognized a cruel spark in them. His hand moved from my neck as he forced a finger into my mouth. I flashed back to the last time I’d ever had sex. It was a moment of perversion and pain I never wanted to repeat. The roughness of his mouth on mine reminded me how savage some men could be.

“That’s all you, baby. I could wear that scent on me for days.”

He let me go as I struggled for release. I could taste myself on my lips. I suddenly had a sense of unease. What began as a hot moment with a stranger now was causing me anxiety. I was too old to be playing this game, and there was no doubt this man was much too young. I tugged down the back of my dress as heat flooded my face.

What did I just do?

My morals had just flown out the window. I didn’t even know his name, but I allowed him to fondle me and make me come. I almost laughed because Coco would never believe it.

I cleared my throat as I looked up to meet his face. Damn, but he was exquisite. From a distance, he had been attractive. But this close, his looks were breathtaking. His eyes burned into me as he tucked his shirt back into his pants.

“Umm… I’m not sure what the protocol is,” I said with humor. “I’ve never done this before.”

He stared at me and arched a perfect brow. “I would have never guessed. You seemed quite proficient.”

His tone made me flinch. Exactly what was he implying? I was a slut? Okay, well, in truth, my conduct was “whorish.” But in reality, that would make him a manwhore. Besides, he started it.

God,
I mentally chastised myself. What was I? In grade school? He was pissing me off.

“I will take your callous attitude to conclude we will not be exchanging names or numbers, then?” I asked coolly.

“I told you before I know who you are, and I will wager very soon, you’ll know who I am. I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise.”

The sound in his voice made my skin prickle with fear. Did I know him? Had I been with him before and just not remembered? Wait, there wasn’t a chance in hell I’d slept with him. He was too young. True, in my college days, Coco and I were quite amorous. Our party nights out always began with large amounts of booze and ended up with sexual conquests. We basically screwed our way through our early twenties. I relied on Coco to remember the men I’d slept with. Liquor had a way of causing me to forget things.

As I became older, that lifestyle no longer appealed to me. I’d left my promiscuous ways behind long ago, but evidently, some of those attributes had resurfaced tonight, and I was being called out.

“Whatever, I don’t have time for this. I have to get back to work,” I said as I brushed my hands over the front of the dress, attempting to smooth some of the wrinkles. My panties were soaked and felt twisted. I had to go to bathroom quickly and take care of myself. I certainly couldn’t entertain like this.