Lynda's Lace (5 page)

“And I can promise you that she looks good all over,” Jordan chimed in.

Steven’s gaze had strayed to her chest once more. “She looks good in that dress, that’s for damn sure.”

“A gift from me,” Jordan told him.

“Don’t punch me in the mouth, buddy, but that dress does fine things for her tits.”

Lynda feared the compliment would make them swell from the fabric as her pussy surged with still more moisture from all the erotic sights and conversation. Although she feared how Jordan might react.

But again, to her surprise, he looked unfazed, like a guy who was just going with the flow. “That’s not an accident—I knew that when I bought it.”

Geez
, talk about
surprises
—that was a big one. The wine must have gotten to him, too. She was shocked not only to hear him admit that, but for them to be discussing her body so openly with another guy.

Their eyes met and her astonishment tripled when he said, right in front of Steven, “You’re
gonna
be lucky if I can wait to get home before I rip the damn thing off you.”

With that, he slid one palm to a spot high on her thigh, squeezing lightly, then leaned in to bestow a mind-numbingly hot kiss to her neck. She couldn’t help arching for him as her
cunt
yearned for stimulation. She felt the lace stretch teasingly across her breasts, revealing a bit more of the curving flesh to both men’s eyes, and now her pussy pulsed madly.

What the hell was happening here? Was she discovering a whole new Jordan?

Unable to resist, she spread her legs just slightly, dying for her man to cup her with his big, strong hand, or to just simply stroke his fingertips there. She longed for him to rub her burning pussy while Steven watched. Or maybe while
everyone
watched. A vision assaulted her—she and Jordan as the next act tonight at Michael’s Gentlemen’s Club, fucking right there in the booth while all the lusty men in the room cheered them on.

“I want you,” she whispered seductively into Jordan’s ear. “I want more of you than I’ve ever had before.”

With that, she pulled back to look at him, and finally quit holding anything in, finally let him see the full measure of hot and dirty desire in her gaze. “Will you give it to me, baby?”

Chapter Three

“Oh, I’ll give it you, all right,” Jordan promised her with uncharacteristic
fervor
. He barely knew what was happening to him, but he was almost to the point of losing control. He suffered an untamed arousal he didn’t think he’d ever experienced before and it was difficult to stop himself from yanking down Lynda’s lace and kissing her beautiful breasts right there in the club. He longed to have them in his mouth, longed to sink his cock into her hot, sweet
cunt
.

Damn, he hadn’t been in a strip club in a while—only on a few occasions, actually, since college almost twenty years ago—but the sights on the stage were intoxicating. All those bare pussies and round breasts—his cock was about to explode. He’d been hard enough at dinner, just watching Lynda eat shrimp, and now his cock was downright painful, pressing firmly against her thigh. He whispered to her, unable to hide the heat that infused him. “Do you feel what I’ve got for you in my pants?”

Had Steven heard? He didn’t know and didn’t much care. That wasn’t like him, but such powerful arousal overrode every other concern.

“
Mmm
, yes,” she cooed. “You’re big and hard for me, aren’t you, baby?”

Had Steven heard
that
? He almost hoped so.

He nodded numbly, watching the girl on the stage run that feathery boa back and forth between her legs and enjoying the heated show—but at the same time knowing they had to get out of there,
now
. He had to get Lynda back to her apartment where he could get inside her sweet, luscious pussy. Nothing else mattered.

“We need to go,” he said low, his hand snaking higher up her thigh, under her dress now, and taking the lace fabric with it. He could sense Steven watching, could feel the guy’s eyes on his hand, and he knew he should stop for Lynda’s sake, but he needed to touch her so desperately, needed to stroke that sweet, soft mound, feel the wetness through her panties.

If he wasn’t mistaken,
she
looked excited, too. “Okay.”

A good enough reason to pull his hand out from under her dress. In a few minutes, he’d shove the dress up, yank the top down, and have
all
of her.

“We’re taking off, Steven.”

His friend laughed. “That’s a shame—this was getting good.”

Trying to pull his mind back to business, just for a second, he stepped past Steven and shook
Nate’s
hand. “I hope to hear from you soon.”

“You can bet on it,”
Nate
said, and as Jordan ushered Lynda to the door, he felt on top of the world. He’d just cultivated a promising business arrangement and would soon plunge his cock into the woman he was wild about. Did life get any better?

Well, life might be better if his damned hard-on didn’t
hurt
so fucking bad.

But soon, baby, so soon, I’m
gonna
give you all the cock you can handle.

He held the words inside, though, for fear they’d sound too rough, forceful. He
felt
forceful, but he didn’t want her to know that if he could possibly contain it. It wasn’t like him, and it surely wasn’t what Lynda wanted in a man.

Outside, the party still raged, drinking and laughter and music flowing from every door. On a balcony above a strip club across the street, girls in lingerie flung shiny strands of beads into the cheering crowd. But Jordan felt as if they were in a vacuum, like nothing else mattered but him and Lynda, getting her home, getting her naked.

They walked quickly through the crowd and he noticed other men ogling her. Normally, that might bother him, but tonight it filled him with caveman-like masculine pride. Damn, she did look good in that dress—even hotter than earlier now that the clingy skirt had ridden up her thighs a bit and the lace that held her breasts had gotten lowered a little in the club. Earlier, she had looked sexy and classy in it—but now the slight tugs in fabric made her look like a woman to be ravished.

As they made their way out of the party district, crowds thinned and the night grew darker around them. Her shop and apartment were only a few blocks away, but Jordan was beginning to wonder if he could make it. He simply didn’t want to wait. He thought his poor, aching cock had been punished enough.

Still, he kept putting one foot swiftly in front of the other, willing the distance to pass faster and get them there. He squeezed her hand in his and yearned for more sensation—him touching her, her touching him. He felt like a bottle rocket in that last moment before it shoots and explodes—wholly combustible, ready to blow.

As they walked, he glanced down at her, at the high
color
in her cheeks, at the sexy stiletto heels that moved with just as much speed and purpose as his own strides. Then his gaze settled on her breasts, which bounced lightly with every fast step she took—and that was it. The last vestiges of control vanished.

“Damn it, I can’t make it,” he growled as reckless need roared through him.

She looked up, clearly startled. “What do you mean?”

Turning to brace his hands on her bare shoulders, he pushed until he’d pinned her against the nearest brick wall. He knew a few people traversed the sidewalk—just across the narrow street, and up ahead of them as well—but it didn’t matter. Curling his fingers tight into her soft ass, he pressed his rampant erection to the juncture of her thighs and thrust his tongue into her mouth in a hard kiss. “Have to have you,” he heard himself mutter through clenched teeth.

Below, he heard her shocked breath, felt her body tense. With only a few streetlights illuminating the air, he more sensed than saw the look of surprise in her beautiful eyes.

He should have stopped, but he didn’t,
couldn’t
. Looking hurriedly about, he spotted an open wrought iron gate just a few yards away, between two buildings, which surely led to a courtyard around back. Locking his grip around her elbows, he took backward steps, pulling her through the gate that teemed with wild, twisting vines.

Once within the narrow passageway, he pressed her body back against the brick with his own, then drew with both hands at the stretchy lace concealing her breasts. It came down with ease, baring the lovely mounds. He closed his hands over them in a firm massage, letting her hard, pointed nipples jut into his palms.

He kissed her again, with rough urgency, then sank his hungry mouth to the dark pink tip of one breast. She cried out softly as he suckled, drawing her nipple deeper, as deep as he could, and
savoring
the hard, beaded feel of it on his tongue, trapped there against the roof of his mouth. With his free hand, he
molded
her other breast, then pinched the peak between thumb and forefinger.

Next thing he knew, he’d abandoned her breasts to unzip his pants. His painful cock burst free and even just that was a relief. He shoved the lace dress up his sweet Lynda’s hips, then reached for her hot pussy. Her slit was soaking wet through tiny, filmy-feeling panties that let her moisture leak readily onto his fingers. He couldn’t resist lifting his hand to his mouth, sucking her juices off in one brisk move, before thrusting back between her legs to jerk the stretchy
undies
aside.

Up to now, he’d heard her
labored
breath, a quiet panting sound, felt the way her fingernails clawed into his back through his jacket or down his shirt in front. But when he reached for her ass, used one hand to lift one of her thighs over his hip, and plunged his aching shaft into her silky moisture, she let out a hot sob of pleasure. “Ah,
yeah
,” he groaned at finally being inside her, finally feeling her smooth, tight walls close around him, giving him a hot little cave to move in and out of.

He fucked her slow and hard at first, making her feel every powerful thrust, making her moan with each, watching the sweet agony on her beautiful face. He wanted to somehow be in her deeper than ever before, make her feel his cock even farther up inside her. “
More
,” he said through still-gritted teeth. “Need to give you
more
.”

With that, he pulled out and dragged her by the hand deeper into the passageway until, indeed, it opened into a courtyard. Quiet, dark—he reminded himself that these were homes and someone might be in them. But on the other hand, this was the French Quarter and he couldn’t believe they were the only couple to ever indulge in an urgent fuck here before. They weren’t really bothering anyone—so he wasn’t going to stop now. Hell, he couldn’t have stopped if he’d wanted to—that was how they’d ended up here in the first place.

His eyes fell on a wooden staircase lining the building’s back wall at the edge of the small court. Tall bougainvillea grew over the outside of the banister, arcing upward. Without a word, he turned Lynda around, facing her away from him. Taking the cue, she leaned over at the waist, bracing her hands on the steps. Without delay, he grabbed her hips and rammed his damp erection back inside that sweet, perfect
cunt
. She cried out, but no lights came on and Jordan felt as good as alone with her.

He didn’t fuck her slowly any longer—this time he went hard and fast,
pummeling
her with the full power of his stiff cock. “Tell me you feel it deeper,” he demanded.

“I do, honey, I do,” she whimpered.

“Tell me you love it deep.”

“I love it deep! Oh God, I love it!”

Her hot acquiescence
fueled
him to pound into her harder, harder, never stopping, never holding back, giving her everything he could deliver. Her cries sounded at each hot stab of his shaft, bringing him closer and closer to explosion. Hell, it was a miracle he’d held out
this
long, all things considered, so he didn’t try to wait. He let it build, felt his balls growing fuller—tighter—as they slammed into her, and then let it go. “I’m coming, baby—coming so fucking hard!”

It spilled out in hot rushes and he imagined his semen coating the pink inner walls of her pussy, somehow making her more his.

And then sanity returned.

Jesus God, what had he just done? What the hell had come over him?

Still inside her, he let his arms close around her waist as he leaned near, to hug her from behind. “I’m so sorry, precious. So, so sorry.”

“What?” he heard her utter softly.

Extracting his erection, he helped her stand up and turn around. Damn it, he couldn’t believe this. “I’m sorry,” he said again, letting his arms fold back around her, using one hand to press her head to his chest, partly because he wanted to be close to her and partly because he didn’t want to see the horror that surely shone in her eyes.

“For…what?”

Poor, sweet baby—she sounded disoriented.

“I’m so sorry I did this,” he said above her, breathless. “I can’t believe that I…that I…dragged you back here like some kind of freaking animal and practically…forced you.” Shame rained down on him like ash from those earlier fireworks. A beautiful woman comes into his life and he treats her like
this
?

“You didn’t force me, Jordan,” she said, lifting her head. “I promise.”