The Passion Series (4 page)

11 – The Wine Cellar

Heather reached out to touch his hard chest, rubbing her hand across it. Ryan grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her toward him. He looked into her bright green eyes, feeling an uncontrollable desire to have her, to have all of her.

Heather’s clit was already hard. Her panties had become wet the moment they entered the room. It was all so sensual. In a passionate embrace, Ryan kissed her hard. He seemed to want to eat her alive. His tongue found hers, stroking it, loving it. Her core tightened and she reached down in response to touch the hardness under his tight pants, wondering if he wore anything under them.

Ryan showered her neck with kisses, moaning softly with pleasure. She acquiesced, enjoying every moment. There was no denying she wanted and craved more.

Quickly, he pulled his soft sweater over his head and a little gasp escaped Heather’s lips as she saw his muscled chest, lightly tanned and exposed to her. She reached out again to his bare skin and rubbed her hand over his chest, lightly tweaking each nipple as her hand came close to it.

Ryan put both his hands behind her head and pulled her close to him. He kissed her with such emotion that Heather felt the urge to whimper from the joy of it. She lost track of herself or any inhibition. She wanted everything he had to give. Willingly, she would give what he wanted of her. He was all that mattered right now.

Ryan moved back just a little, panting deeply. There was fire in his eyes. He reached out, slowly taking off her blouse, gazing unashamedly at her lovely breasts. The only jewelry she wore were two diamond studs in her earlobes. Ryan saw her incredible beauty. Standing there in her ivory-colored pushup bra, with her golden curls framing her fine features, she was a sight to behold.

He undid the lacy bra and held the weight of her breasts in his hands. The nipples were as hard as little pebbles. He sucked each dark pink nipple alternately, and Heather writhed seductively back and forth.

“Please,” he said. And she understood. “Turn around for me, baby.” She did as he commanded. She was facing a small ledge in front of one of the wine cupboards. He began to lightly stroke her back. She enjoyed his admiration and felt sweetly calm.

He reached to the bottom of her skirt and pulled it up slowly, exposing her buttocks. Ryan looked at the little round bottom in the muted light and thought she looked like an angel. Heather reached out with both hands to hold on to the small ledge for support, her excitement mounting.

Ryan knelt behind her, still holding her skirt up. He took one of her hands and guided it to the edge of the skirt, urging her to hold it up for him. He gazed at the smooth, round bottom, covered only with a thin lace thong. He took his time and slowly licked up one side of her sexy ass and then down the other side. So sweet, she was so sweet.

He kissed her repeatedly and Heather’s clit tightened in response. She wondered if she’d come, standing right there, without him even touching her.

Then he pulled down the lace thong, exposing her. She thought of Ryan looking at her exposed bottom; a little waft of air touched it in its bareness and she lowered her head, feeling the wetness between her legs.

Ryan saw, just at the top of her right buttock, a small tattoo of a red rose with two delicate green leaves attached. He traced it with his finger, then reached up to hold Heather’s slender waist with both hands.

He turned her to face him. He moved his head closer and she leaned back against the wine cabinet for support. Ryan’s cock pressed against his pants as he looked at her lovely cunt. There was a triangle of blond pubic hair, precisely groomed, which turned him on.

His head buried in her sex, he kissed and licked the sweet cream from between her soft, smooth thighs, and Heather moaned gradually louder. She felt his tongue enter her dripping cleft. Her body begged to come, but he held her off. He took his fingers and probed inside her, stroking in and out. He was also moaning now.

Heather’s breath was coming in gasps. She wanted and needed release. Ryan’s thumb
was now circling her clit in rhythmic motions. He was driving her crazy. He tapped the top of her clit ever so lightly and his cock bulged at hearing her whimper in pleasure. He moved his head back just a fraction and held her outer lips open. He blew a slow breath on the top of her hard clit. When Heather felt this teasing touch on her most sensitive part, she cried out. “Please, Ryan. Please!”

He moved his thumb back to her tight clit and began rubbing with just the right pressure back and forth across it. The waves of orgasm rose within her and seemed to pulse without end. She rolled with them on a cloud of pleasure, seeking the full release she had to have.

Ryan did not stop, but rubbed ever more gently as the crescendo of the orgasm began to relax. He stood and took Heather in his arms. She felt his hard cock pressed against her bare skin, feeling its full heat, even through the pants he still wore.

She kissed his neck and nuzzled against him. He picked her up in his arms, easily holding her, and kissed her deeply. He walked to the back of the room and opened a door that Heather hadn’t noticed before. Inside was a small bedroom. He put her gently on the edge of the bed. She slipped her feet out of her leather pumps. Ryan stood, kicked off his loafers in a swift motion, undid his pants, and dropped them to the floor.

His hard, swollen erection stood high, asking for attention. He proudly stood there for a moment in the soft light, looking at her, still radiant from her orgasm. He moved to the bed and completely undressed her.

As they lay on the bed, her hand reached out and began to stroke his hard cock. It was so ready for her. Her fingers played lightly in the thatch of hair at the base of it.

She loved the male aroma he had when aroused. She leaned down to lick up and down his perfect cock. He touched the back of her head assisting her.

“Yes, yes,” he was saying over and over. Pre-cum flowed out of his hard member and she licked the tip to taste its wet sex.

Ryan pulled her up on top of him and kissed her over and over. Then he rolled her to the side of him and, almost without interruption, reached inside the side table drawer for a condom. He smoothly put it over his strong erection. He raised his body over Heather to look into her eyes. She gazed at him dreamily.

“I want you,” he said in a coarse voice. “I want you so badly.” He took her hands and pressed them to her sides. His mouth slanted over hers and he kissed her and licked inside her mouth. He kissed her wildly all over her neck, her breasts, and her nipples. He sucked with need at each hard nipple and Heather whispered, “Ryan, oh, Ryan.” He could wait no more.

Heather was so wet she was leaking onto the beige satin sheets. He spread her legs with his knee and probed her moist vagina with the tip of his cock. It felt so good. He wanted to fuck her. Just fuck her and fuck her.

His hard cock slid inside her, filling her with its hot throbbing. Heather spread her legs farther to receive him. He slid in and out, gradually faster and faster. The tight grip of her sheath was sending him rapidly toward an orgasm of his own.

Heather’s sensitive clit was hard again. Her core tightened. Pleasure coursed through her.

“Come again for me, baby,” he whispered in her ear, continuing to plunge his stiff penis in and out. He put his hand under her ass to lift her slightly. Changing the angle rubbed the most sensitive spot inside her. She was panting and moving her hips up and down in a fluid motion with Ryan’s penetrations.

“Come now,” he commanded.

She shouted and tightened, giving herself over to another wave of orgasm, more centered and intense than the first, since her body was overly sensitive now. As she came, she felt Ryan’s cock inside her, bigger yet, rubbing, hot, growing. She heard his moan as he came without thought of embarrassment.

His stroking was harder and became faster, until her tight sheath sucked every drop of hot cum out of him. He sighed with loving satisfaction and collapsed next to her.

He released his cock from the condom, which he placed inside a small bin just by the bed. He buried his head in her neck and nibbled her ear, ever so gently and playfully, before
rolling onto his back beside her.

They lay like that, not moving. Just being together, glowing from the fully satisfying sexual experience. There was no need for words. Between them, there was no distance. There was just that moment and being together.

At her leisure, she turned to look over at him. His cock was still erect, still excited. He’d be ready again soon.

She looked up at him. The look in Ryan’s eyes said more than words could possibly convey. Heather could have looked at him forever. She merely smiled.

Passion Tempted – Part II

1 – Discovery

Heather could hear the clinking of the glasses in the kitchen. Ryan was getting drinks. The evening was young, lovemaking still warming her. After arriving at Ryan’s beautiful Beverly Hills home, things had moved pretty fast. She smiled to think that she’d met Ryan only a couple of days ago.

Well, the word “met” didn’t really describe it. She’d never seen him, except on the big screen, before the masquerade party, which proved much more exciting than she’d anticipated. An unexpected sexual interlude in the library turned out to be only a warm-up for the hour they’d just spent together in Ryan’s downstairs bedroom. Hot was the only way to describe it. Heather’s cheeks flushed.

Thumbing through Ryan’s upstairs closet, she grabbed a denim shirt. Yes, that would do. She could wear it, for the moment, over her bra and panties. Putting her suit back on would ruin the mood. She giggled to think how professionally she’d dressed to come to Ryan’s home to discuss the painting he’d commissioned. Hanging on the wall between the glass and wood wine cabinets, it would be the centerpiece of his wine cellar.

Turning to check out her looks in the floor mirror across the room, an open desk drawer caught her eye. Glossy photos were stuffed inside haphazardly with corners sticking out. Interest drew her to the photos. Ryan was a top male star right now. This should be interesting.

A news article was clipped to one of the color photos. The woman with Ryan in the photo was utterly gorgeous. Spain or Latin America came to mind. She had long, dark hair and deep brown eyes with long, sexy lashes. Immediately, Heather recognized the famous female movie star. The photo may have been at the Academy Awards, from the look of the dress. “Christina
Levain — Wears Oscar de la Renta on the red carpet,” the caption read. It was a floor-length, satin, flesh-colored strapless gown with huge ruffles at the bottom. It clung suggestively to Christina Levain’s flawless curves.

The words in the article penetrated Heather’s conscious mind, making her feel suddenly
dizzy. “Ryan Spencer Blake to wed Christina Levain.” The idea ripped her heart out with such sudden, devastating emotion. In less than a second, the thought that it couldn’t be true was eclipsed by the fact that it was in the newspaper, so had to be true.

The photo with the article slipped from her hand. She stared at it, crushed with the realization that Ryan belonged to another woman. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her hands trying to brush them away. Desperately, she sought escape.

Ryan had put on some music. He’d soon start to wonder where she was. Panic gripped her. She couldn’t face him, unable to describe her emotions. Angry and heartbroken, she couldn’t think right now. Grabbing her clothes, she awkwardly slipped her feet into her pumps and raced to the hall and out the front door without looking back.

Luckily, her driver was still waiting. She didn’t bother to explain her attire, just opened the door and fell into the back seat, sobbing. “Take me home, right now please,” she choked out between sobs. She experienced momentary relief as soon as the Mercedes began to roll away, down the long driveway.

“Stupid” didn’t begin to describe how she felt. Ryan Spencer Blake was a famous, desirable bachelor. Of course he would marry Christina Levain. She marveled at how she had missed that across all the tabloids. Painting had absorbed her in recent months. It was a wonder she knew anything going on in the world.

All she could do was cry. There was no way she could compete with a beauty like Christina, someone who would fit in with Ryan’s life. The hurt was magnified because he’d seduced her, knowing he was already engaged. It was so unfeeling, uncaring.

The passion they’d shared together was the knife that drove the heartache deep within her. It seemed so good, so right. But it was a lie.

2 – Frustration

Ryan wondered what was taking Heather so long. He’d given her time to freshen up. True, he had ravaged her. A pride swelled in his chest, recalling the pleasure he’d given her not long before. And Ryan’s own pleasure and release, long awaited, had been completely satisfying—although he noticed that he was already hard again. Just thinking of Heather, her passion, hardened his cock.

Seeking out his new love, he went to his upstairs bedroom. The closet door was open but the room was cold and quiet. “Heather?” he called out to her. Then something on the rug caught his eye and his heart skipped a beat.

No, it couldn’t be. He lifted the photo and article from the floor, standing in stunned silence. Frustration engulfed him.

“Heather!” He shouted her name over and over, racing from room to room. Then he knew. Of course she’d left. He walked slowly to the front door, dreading what he knew he’d find. Looking out, he saw that the limo was gone and Heather was gone with it.

Damn it!

Ah, the pain that ripped through his heart. He couldn’t lose her, not Heather. He may be out of chances. It seemed that the harder he tried, the more he blew it—and now this.

If only Heather would listen, but he wasn’t sure that she would. The timing made this even worse. Given different circumstances, it wouldn’t have been quite so bad.

“Heather, Heather,” he whispered. Maybe he wasn’t good for her. All he seemed to do was upset her, time after time. Maybe the kindest action would be to leave her alone. Yet Ryan knew, even as the thought crossed his mind, that he’d never be able to do that. His cock pressed firmly against his jeans, indisputable arousal that only Heather could satisfy.