ANightatTheCavern (5 page)

“That was stupid of me.” He tilted his head to the side to
allow her greater access. “There is so much I want to do to you.”

“Like what?” Her sheath tightened in anticipation.

He thrust his cock against her belly. “Besides the obvious?
I want to tie you up and touch every inch of your skin. I want to bury my face
between your breasts and feel your heartbeat against my cheek as I fill your cunt
with my fingers and my cock. And my tongue. Yeah, I want to eat your pussy and
suck your clit like it’s candy. Will you scream for me, Miranda? When you come
on my face, will you scream?”

At this point she didn’t even know if she had the strength
to whimper let alone scream. No one. No one had ever spoken to her with such
vulgarity, such wickedness, such passion.

Part of her recoiled in the face of such crudeness, but it
was easily overtaken by the greedy need of her sex that soaked up the promises
like life-saving nectar.

“Do you really want to do all that?” she asked in a voice
that rasped in hope and hunger.

The smile that slowly curled his lips guaranteed to fulfill
every promise. “Untie me and find out.”

Her fingers fumbled with the straps, which made him laugh at
her enthusiasm. She didn’t care. She was about to be ravished. Decorum was
obliterated the moment she tasted the salt on his skin.

He rubbed at his freed wrists and growled, “If you value
your skirt, take it off. Now.”

A seam popped as she pushed her skirt down her legs, not
bothering to take the time to pull the zipper down all the way. When the fabric
hit the floor, his hands were on her hips, dragging her hard against his body
as his lips claimed her mouth in a hungry kiss. She wrapped her arms around his
neck and clung as if he were a mizenmast of a ship tossed about in the middle
of a storm.

Wow. This was just like in the movies. A handsome man
sweeping her off her feet—whoa! She gasped and clutched at his shoulders as he
scooped his hands under her butt and lifted her off the ground. She hadn’t
meant literally. If she had known he was going to attempt such athletics, she
would have sucked in her stomach or done something to pretend she was lighter.

Fortunately for her ego, he showed no sign of strain as he
dropped her onto the cushy leather chair that was shaped with a brace to
support her lower back as she reclined.

“Comfy?” He sank to his knees and ran his hands across her
shoulders then down the slopes of her breasts. His long fingers were soothing
on her skin but created a firestorm in her belly. Each twist of her turgid
nipples fanned the flames, destroying any self-control she had left.

With helpless whimpers, she thrust out her chest, silently
demanding more contact.

“Grab the back of the chair.” He fitted the cuffs attached
to the chair around her wrists and tugged. “Perfect. Now hook your legs over
the arms,” he instructed as his hips forced her legs apart.

The scooped design of the chair made a comfortable resting
place for her legs, but spread her wide open, baring all for his inspection.
She swallowed hard as Jorges hungrily eyed her soaking pussy.

His ran his thumbs along the outer lips, pulling them
farther apart. “Damn, baby. You’re drenched. You liked sucking my cock, didn’t
you?”

She nodded, unable to speak.

“Good thing I’m thirsty.” His wicked smile was her only
warning before he lowered his head and dipped his tongue into her well, licking
up one side then the other in a circular motion that made her fingernails dig
into the smooth upholstery near her head.

Jorges didn’t hesitate and ate her with greedy laps of his
tongue as if he were licking the last bit of creamy dessert off the plate. She
bit her lip against a moan and tried to still her hips, but it was near
impossible. The skill with which he nibbled on her clit set her body on fire.
The flames raged higher when he forced two fingers into her twitching sheath.
How could she act cool and in control like Jasmina when all she wanted to do
was clutch his head tighter against her pussy and scream like a banshee?

“Don’t hold out on me.” Jorges nipped at her swollen labia,
making her jump. “Does this feel good?”

She nodded again as his fingers twisted inside her.

“Tell me. Let me know and I’ll make you come.”

“Yes,” she shouted as he resumed the long draws on her hard
pearl with his mouth. “Please. Please don’t stop. It’s so good.”

Under her butt the seat grew slick with sweat and her cream,
allowing her to buck faster against his hungry mouth. Spots floated in her
vision as a net of luscious torture tightened around her, squeezing and
pulsating until it split open and tossed her free, plunging her into what felt
like the deep end of a surging, effervescent volcano. Her screams bounced off
the walls until her voice gave out in a weak, keeling wail.

When she managed to lift her eyelids, Jorges was smiling at
her with pride, his mouth and chin covered in her juices as his fingers
continued to saw in and out of her trembling flesh, refusing to let her fall
all the way back to earth.

“That looked like it felt really good.”

“Yeah.” She swallowed hard, then once again in an effort to
gain enough moisture to speak. “Still does.”

“Have I exhausted you?”

Had he? No doubt, that was the strongest orgasm of her life.
By all rights she should have passed out. But with Jorges kneeling before her,
his hard body vibrating sex and his swollen cock dribbling pre-cum in a steady
stream made her pussy gluttonous for a hard taking.

“No.” She forced out the words between hard pants. “Condom.
Now. Fuck. Me.”

His husky laugh made her stomach tighten with anticipation.
He pulled his fingers from her sheath and smeared her cream over his tight
testicles before reaching for a drawer built into the bottom of the chair. A
rainbow of foil packets lay in neat rows against the green velvet lining, like
little flowers waiting to be plucked. He selected one and quickly ripped the
wrapper away.

With the condom hugging the tip of his cock, Jorges paused.
His hot gaze flicked back and forth between the latex circle and her open
slash. The sweat on her body turned icy as her desire cooled the longer he
stared.

Don’t ask. Don’t’ ask.
Crap, she had to. “Is there
something wrong?”

“What? Oh. No.” He laughed and shook his head. “Nothing’s
wrong. In fact, I was thinking about just how right things are.”

Her shivers turned to full-out shaking as he rolled the
rubber down his shaft and notched the head against her twitching opening. One
of his hands grabbed the back of the chair over her shoulder while the other
dug into her hip as he pushed, and pushed, and pushed the long length inside
her until their groins kissed.

The most delicious burn radiated from her pelvis as he moved
in and out, making her eyes roll back and her mouth drop open in a loud,
wailing scream. His penetrating thrusts reached places inside her she never
knew itched for contact. The nudge of the hot crown against the sensitive area
near her cervix made her ravenous for a more forceful touch. Her legs fell
farther open as her core melted.

“More. Harder.” Her hands gripped the leather bindings.
“Don’t be gentle.”

“You’re not ready.” He grunted.

“I am. God, I am. Make it hurt.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you exactly what you need.” He
looked down and watched his cock impale her over and over. “Damn, look at those
lips clinging to me. That’s so pretty. Your cunt’s so tight. It’s like you
don’t want to let me go.”

She didn’t!

His words were like a physical stroke along her clit,
drawing out more of her cream.

Jorges groaned as his cock sank extra deep with the increased
lubrication. “That’s it. Now you’re ready.”

His lips curled in a snarl as he picked up the pace,
slamming her into the chair as he bottomed out with each stroke.

All conscious thought snapped like a power line in a
hurricane. She was in her body, yet not, as her world narrowed down to the cock
chiseling her into pieces. Where Jorges was fierce and hard, she was soft and
pliant, giving control of all she was to his will. And man, did he know how to
mold her. Over and over he brought her so close to the edge, she felt the spray
of oblivion before he ripped her away like the recoil of a whip. Her voice gave
out with her cries, leaving her only able to grunt and gasp, unable to plead
for relief.

As darkness clouded her vision, Jorges ran his thumb over
the slick nub of her clit. “Milk me, baby. I want that pretty pussy to drain me
dry.”

Lord have mercy.

A fireworks factory exploded behind her chest, robbing her
of sight, sound and the ability to reason. This was a dream. It had to be. No
way was there a gorgeous man between her thighs shooting his cum against the
mouth of her womb while she splintered into shards of unbelievable ecstasy.

Mind-blowing, coma-inducing orgasms did not happen to girls
like her. The pleasant, rolling wave kind—sure.
The shoot you out of a
cannon into a vat full of pop rocks and syrup while the ground shook in a 10.0
earthquake
kind? Stuff of make-believe.

Slowly, oh so slowly, the return to consciousness began. Had
it been days or hours since Jorges first sat her in the chair? Did she really
care? Hell no.

Her sense of touch returned first. The tickle of Jorges’
soft hair under her nose. The slickness of his torso against her tummy. The hot
puffs of air from his mouth bathing her nipple.

Next to return was her hearing. Under her butt the chair
squeaked as Jorges continued to rock against her. The pounding of her heart
sounded like a dance track set to fast forward in her ears. Colliding with the
thump-thump rhythm was a bass beat that vibrated down her belly.

Was he…seriously? Was Jorges laughing at her?

Sure enough, when she lifted her lashes, Jorges’ shoulders
shook and his abdomen bounced against hers with his merriment. Had the sex been
that bad? Had she been too loud? That unsophisticated?

If she had any strength to do more than bat an eye, she
would have pushed him away and knocked him on his ass, but the best she could
manage was to force her tongue to wet her dry lips.

“Ah, Miranda.” He rasped out in a sandpaper voice and
wrapped his arms around her waist, snuggling deeper into the embrace. “You’ve
done something no woman has done in a really long time.”

God, what could that possibly be? Damn her noodle-like
limbs. The last thing she wanted was to end the night in humiliation.

Jorges lifted his head, only to have it flop back to her
breast. He rolled his neck to peer up at her and smile. “I thought I knew
women, but you’ve surprised me. I’d forgotten…well, I’d forgotten. You’re an
absolute delight, Miranda. I hope you always remember that.”

All the tension in her heart melted at the genuine warmth
and surprise in his tone. “Enjoyed yourself?” she croaked.

“You have to ask?” He withdrew from her body and unrolled
the wet condom from his semi-hard cock. “I don’t think I’ve filled one this
full since I was a teenager.”

Miranda chuckled to herself at how much had changed in the
last few hours. Before she would have blushed to the roots of her hair had a
man spoken to her about sex so bluntly, but with Jorges it was a part of who he
was, and his frank speech made her want to cup her breasts and play with her
nipples just to watch the flare of desire flash in his eyes. How long did it
take to recover from an earth-shattering orgasm anyway?

“Hey.” She tugged at the restraints. “A little help here.”

“I don’t know. I like how you look all trussed up. It’s very
modern art.” He laughed as he reached to unfasten the cuffs.

A curl of feminine pride licked at her achy pussy as she
watched him wobble to his feet, swaying for a minute until he regained his
balance. “Come here, girl.”

She batted at his hands as he reached for her. “No, no.
Don’t try to lift me.”

“I won’t drop you.”

“Yeah. This from the man with the shaky knees. Ow,” she
groaned as she unhooked her legs from the arms of the chair and the blood
rushed back into her joints.

“I can make it as far as the bed.” He scooped her up and
staggered the four feet to the bed, dropping her onto the bouncy mattress.
“Sorry.”

“No problem.” She closed her eyes and melted into the
cotton-covered coils. “I’ll clean up in a second,” she slurred, already on the
train to sleepy town.

* * * * *

The splash of cold water on her lips made her eyes snap
open. Jorges hovered above her, the light creating a halo around his head,
which made her heart race. That perfect smile and gleam in his eyes was in no
way angelic.

“Sleeping beauty awakens. You’ve been asleep for almost an
hour. I was afraid I wore you out.”

“You did.” She covered a yawn with the back of her hand.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to crash like that. I’m sure it’s late and you want to
get home.”

“Yes, it’s late. No, we’re not done yet. It’s time for round
two.”

Despite her exhaustion, his intriguing words forced her eyes
open. “Round two?”

“Yep.” He slapped her hip. “On your feet.”

She slid off the mattress, her toes curling when her feet
hit the cold wood floor. Chills caressed her spine as she watched him stuff
bottles and boxes into a wicker basket. She had a hunch he wasn’t preparing a
late-night picnic snack. A feast may be in the works, but she’d bet money it
wasn’t going to be of the culinary variety. So far Jorges had proven himself to
be the perfect dream lover. Whatever wicked plan he was devising, she wanted
in.

That was until he opened the door and motioned with a long
metal bar for her to precede him into the dimly lit hallway.

“Ladies first.”

“Give me a moment to dress first.”

“No.” The harshly barked word made her gasp and her
shoulders straighten. “Earlier we did what you wanted. Now it’s my turn. Come
with me undressed exactly as you are. You’re perfect.” He winked.