Just A Little Taste (3 page)

When the last wave subsided, she decided she
needed to lock Braxton Hughes in the dungeon and keep him forever
as her personal sex slave. She'd never come that hard in her life.
Or for that long.

“I rather think you liked that,” he murmured
as he kissed his way up her body. When his lips slanted across
hers, she could smell her own musk and taste her cream on his lips.
His tongue darted between her lips, thrusting against her own. She
sucked him into her mouth, loving the taste of him, herself, and
the wine all mixed together like an elixir. Her hands raked down
his chest until she cupped his cock in her hand. She gave it a hard
squeeze as she softened the kiss.

He thrust against her palm, and she couldn't
help but smile. Nipping his bottom lip with her teeth, she pulled
back enough to look in his eyes.

“It's my turn, Mr. Hughes.”

“Is it?” That dark, gravely voice turned her
insides to mush. He smiled before kissing her again. All too
quickly he straightened, pulling her up with him. The skirt of her
dress slid down her legs, and she quickly tugged the bodice back
into place. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed
her lips against his. Leaning against him, she switched their
positions. She wasted no time sliding down his zipper or popping
open the button on his slacks. He sucked in a breath as she reached
for his cock. It was long and hot in her hand. She rubbed her thumb
against the tender spot beneath the head, smiling when his hips
jerked forward.

“Just lay back and enjoy yourself, monsieur.”
The corners of his handsome mouth turned up, then he did as he was
told.

Carefully she lowered herself to the brick
floor and ignored the pain in her knees. She gave him a naughty
smile before she licked her way up the length of his shaft. He
smelled hot, salty, manly. Wrapping her hands around the base, she
pumped up and down and let her lips slide over the tip.

She teased him with her tongue and then
pulled away so she could watch his face. Over and over she slid her
hands up and down the length of him. His lips formed an O, and he
closed his eyes. Just as he was starting to thrust against her, she
sucked him hard into her mouth. A low groan rumbled through the
cellar, and she knew he must be dying for release.

And she wanted to please him just as much as
he'd pleased her. Inhaling the salty sent of him, she settled her
hands on his rock hard thighs and let him slide deeper into her
mouth. When the tip of his cock nudged the back of her throat, she
pulled away, letting her teeth graze gently against his sensitive
skin.

Tremors shook his body, and he fisted a hand
in her hair. She didn't care that he was messing up the masterpiece
that had taken the salon hours to prepare. All that mattered was
the wonderful feeling of his touch, the shudders coursing through
him, the pleasure they gave each other.

She sank down over him, using her tongue and
lips to give him a sensual massage. Again she was rewarded with a
delicious tremor.

“That feels so damn good.”

She glanced up at him and found him watching
her with lust-filled eyes.

“I aim to please,” she told him before
licking the underside of his shaft from tip to base. She increased
the speed, her head bobbing up and down on his cock.

“I'm going to come if you keep that up,” he
warned her a few minutes later.

“That's the idea.” She felt positively wicked
kneeling in front of him, her thighs wet with the remainder of her
own pleasure, his pants wide open, a hard cock in her face. She was
through being the prim and proper princess her father wanted her to
be. It was all she could do to keep from smiling into the overhead
security camera. Instead she closed her mouth over the fine
specimen of masculinity and sucked it deep and hard.

She used her thumb to press against the base
of his cock while she increased the suction. Before she knew it,
his muscles were tightening up like a guitar string, his hand
clenching in her hair. She was completely unprepared for the salty
taste that filled her mouth.

But she swallowed and smiled up at him
nevertheless. His handsome face was the picture of passion. She
wondered how long it would take him to recover, how soon she could
have him inside her.

A sound drew her attention to the staircase.
Footsteps.

“Company,” Braxton whispered.

She nodded and stood up quickly. “Come on.”
She slipped off her shoes and grabbed the bottle of wine. “There's
a secret passage to the winery.”

“Lead the way.”

She led him around the corner of the cellar,
the brick floor icy and rough against her bare feet. They passed
her father’s prize collection and kept going until they got to the
heavy metal door. Braxton stepped around her and turned the latch
that unlocked it. With studied care, he swung it open and motioned
her through.

Inside, she reached for the light switch
she'd found as a child. Dim bulbs flickered on overhead, casting an
eerie, golden glow in the dank, cold tunnel.

She led the way with Braxton hot on her
heels. She tried to ignore the dampness and the spider webs that
surrounded her and instead concentrate on the sinfully seductive
man at her back. The taste of him was still fresh in her mouth. She
held the bottle of wine to her lips and took an unladylike chug.
She felt positively sinful.

A right turn took them closer to the winery.
Her heartbeat was racing through her veins, and she realized she
was practically running.

“You okay?” he asked.

She slowed to a stop and waited for him to
catch up. “I'm fine.”

He slid his hand to the small of her back,
his palm warm against her skin. “You're safe.” He leaned in for a
kiss. And while it calmed her nerves, it did nothing to slow her
pulse.

He took the bottle then laced his fingers
through hers.

When they finally came to the staircase that
would lead them up to the holding room, she was shivering from the
cold. A door identical to the one in the wine cellar sat at the top
of the stairs. Braxton handed her the wine and opened the door.

“Come on, baby, I'll warm you up.” He
shrugged out of his coat and slipped it over her naked shoulders.
The shoes slipped from her fingers and clattered against the old
slate floor. The winery was dark, save for the moonlight coming
from the front windows. Row after row of oak barrels stacked to the
ceiling stood before them like shadowy statues.

He saw a row of single barrels stacked on
their side. “I have an idea.”

“What's that?” Her voice was husky.

“Come here and find out,” he said and strode
across the cave. He took off his shirt and shoes along the way.
When he turned to her, she smiled.

“I like the way you think.” Before he could
touch her, she put the bottle down and shimmied out of the jacket
and dress. Gloriously naked, she stood before him.

He stripped out of his pants and socks. Elise
immediately stepped toward him, moaning when her nipples brushed
against the hard plain of his chest. Her skin was cool, smooth
against his. He wrapped his arms around her, hoping his heat would
warm her.

Their lips met and merged. She clung to him
when his tongue swept inside her mouth, and together they swayed,
touching, tasting, dancing an ancient dance of passion and desire.
He was hard again in no time, his cock pressed snuggly against the
softness of her belly.

He pulled away and stared into her eyes. For
an instant he felt guilty...for using her to get what he
wanted.

“About that idea...” she said, clearly
waiting for him to make his move.

Gently he pushed her back until she was
leaning against the barrel. Her hair fell from its pins into a sexy
mess. He got a thrill out of knowing he'd done that to her. And
that she liked it.

“I've never sipped a thirty thousand dollar
bottle of wine off of a beautiful woman before.”

“That sounds so...sexy.”

“Lean back,” he ordered and picked up the
bottle she'd opened. Her skin was taut over her curves, delicious
and calling to him. He drizzled the sweet elixir over her stomach.
It pooled in her belly button.

With a grin, he leaned over her, delighting
in her gasps, and sipped the wine.

“I think it adds a special something. I'll
never be able to drink from a glass again, sweetheart.”

She moaned and cupped her breasts. He liked
that she played with herself. He liked it a lot.

Again and again he poured the wine over her
pale skin, drinking it. Devouring her with his eyes. Her legs
spread shamelessly, and this time when he poured the wine over her,
he let it drizzle down through her dark curls and over her
pussy.

She sucked in a breath. He leaned in, licking
the wine from her slick folds. Then he followed the path upward
with his tongue. He kept going until his mouth closed over her left
breast and he swirled his tongue around her nipple.

“Enough—please. Braxton....” Her voice held a
sense of urgency, and he was more than happy to comply.

He reached into the pocket of his pants and
pulled out a condom. Rolling it on was difficult when Elise was
writhing on top of that damn wine barrel. Watching her excited him
so much that his hands actually shook. Not a good thing when a
steady hand meant being able to break into a safe or not.

Her lush body called out to him, and he was
on her in an instant, driving home with a single, beautiful thrust.
Her tight sheath hugging him, every inch of him delighted at the
sensation.

Her head tossed back, her hair a disheveled
mess, she wrapped her legs around his hips and made sexy little
sounds in the back of her throat.

To his surprise and delight, the wine barrel
put him at the perfect height and her at the perfect angle. He
pulled out and sank back into her slowly, over and over. His whole
body quivered with the pleasure.

He kept his slow, methodical rhythm, enjoying
himself. Enjoying her.

“That feels so good,” she moaned.

Brax had never been with anyone like her.
Someone who looked so sweet and innocent on the outside, and yet
was so hot and wild on the inside.

“Harder,” she begged.

“I aim to please,” he said and thrust into
her again. Harder and harder he rode her, his control so close to
the edge. With her head back, he couldn't see her eyes. She raised
one arm over her head, and her breasts began swaying back and
forth.

Soon he felt her muscles rippling around him
as her orgasm took hold. Her body tensed up, and she squeezed his
forearms until her fingernails dug in. Her legs tightened around
his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper. When it was over, her
whole body relaxed, and she gave a euphoric sigh.

He kissed the tender spot between her breasts
and murmured, “My turn.”

A few quick thrusts later and he let go. He
came with a rush and shouted to the rooftops, every muscle rippling
with the most explosive release he'd ever had. Her sheath milked
him dry, and he collapsed on top of her.

“That was incredible,” she said some time
later.

“I wholeheartedly agree.” He pushed his
weight off of her and took care of business. When he came back to
her, she was sitting on her dress, leaning against the barrel that
had provided the base for their pleasure.

She tipped her head back and regarded him in
the dim light.

“Are you cold?” he asked, not wanting to
leave just yet.

“A little.”

He retrieved his jacket and draped it around
her shoulders.

“Such a gentleman,” she said in a dreamy
voice.

He stood there for a few awkward moments, not
sure if he should get dressed or bend her over the barrel
again.

“Wine?” she asked and held the bottle out to
him.

He nodded and took a swig, though he much
preferred drinking it off of her tight body.

“Do you think your date is missing you?”

“I doubt it. She seemed to be getting back
together with her ex the last I saw.” He handed the wine back to
her, and she held it to her lips. Even in the dim light he could
clearly make out her mouth on the bottle. He was amazed when his
cock began to harden. He couldn't remember the last time he'd come
twice in one night, much less three times.

She lowered the bottle and curled her finger
at him. He stepped toward her, wondering if he could get that lucky
twice in one day.

Sitting up, she took his rapidly growing
hard-on in her hand and sucked him into her mouth. Chilly liquid
swirled around his cock, shocking and delighting his senses. Her
fingers reached between his legs and closed around his balls. She
kneaded him gently, testing and torturing him.

Hands on his hips, he looked up at the
ceiling, feeling very much like a hotshot who got all the women.
Only he didn't particularly want all the women. Just the one who
was driving him wild with her mouth.

When she pulled back, he popped out of her
mouth, and she smiled up at him. Her breasts rose and fell as she
breathed deeply.

“I've never tasted a thirty thousand dollar
wine on a fine cock before,” she echoed his earlier statement. Her
sassy tone made him groan. “I don't suppose you have another one of
those in your pocket, do you?”

“I knew you were just trying to get me drunk
so you could take advantage of me,” he teased, and he reached into
his pocket. When he'd sheathed himself, he sat down on the icy
floor and pulled her into his lap. She wasted no time and guided
him inside her.

For endless minutes they sat there, arms
around each other, staring into each other's eyes. Then as if the
silence made her uncomfortable, she dropped her gaze and began to
ride him like a jockey.

He let her do most of the work while he
enjoyed running his hands over her body. She rocked her hips
against his and groaned against his lips. She stabbed between his
lips with her tongue, and his cock twitched inside her tight
sheath.