From Leather to Lace (4 page)

She waited a few minutes longer then taking a deep breath she turned and crept towards the door once more to peer into the bedroom. The room was empty. Maxwell and Angelique had obviously left to rejoin the party and were no doubt having a big laugh at her expense.

Sarah was at once relieved and furious—relieved that she was no longer stuck hiding on the balcony and furious that Maxwell would just leave her there without a word. Quickly she gathered her handbag and wrap and entered the bedroom with the intention of heading downstairs to locate Roxy.

She was halfway across the room when a muscular arm reached out of the bathroom and grabbed her so quickly she didn’t have time to react. Before she knew it she was hauled through the doorway, her back pressed against the tiled wall where Maxwell caged her, his arms either side of her head. Her mouth went dry as she met his heated gaze and despite her anger she felt hot desire pool low in her belly as his muscular chest pressed against her breasts.

“Where are you off to, Sarah?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow in enquiry.

“Where do you think? I am going home. I’ll leave you and your girlfriend to your own devices,” she hissed as she struggled to escape his hold.

His eyes narrowed as he pressed his body hard against hers, making an escape impossible.

“Angelique is not my girlfriend,” he stated bluntly.

“You could have fooled me. Or do you kiss all women so passionately?” she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“What exactly did you see, Sarah?”

“I saw you kissing her, Maxwell, and you did it knowing that I was watching! How do you think that made me feel? I have never been so mortified—I suppose you and she will have a great laugh about it later.”

“She took me by surprise, but did you see me pull away? Or did you hear me tell her that I was no longer interested in her in that way? Or did you watch me escort her out of my room ? I’m guessing you didn’t as we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.”

Sarah looked into his eyes, trying to determine if he was telling the truth. Sincere, dark pools gazed back at her. She had to assume that he was being truthful and, after all, he had waited for her, and Angelique was nowhere to be seen.

“Were you and Angelique in a relationship?” she asked.

“Yes, for a couple of months. We mutually agreed to end the relationship but we remain friends. I have known Angelique for a number of years and we were friends longer than we were lovers.” He shrugged. “We both decided that things worked better for us as friends.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Hmm, interesting friendship.”

He smiled roguishly. “Ever heard of friends with benefits?” He leaned towards her and she felt his hot breath against her ear. “The sort of benefits that I hope to sample with you this evening, Sarah.”

Sarah’s nipples pebbled and a shiver ran down her spine at his words.

“I’m not sure that I want to become another one of your ‘friends with benefits’,” she responded a little breathlessly.

“Are you sure?” he asked huskily as he pressed his muscular body harder against her so she could feel his erection pressing into her stomach. “The benefits can be so much fun.” He smiled mischievously before kissing a trail from her ear to her throat.

“I’m not the sort of girl to have meaningless sex, Maxwell,” she mumbled as she desperately tried to ignore the desires he was stirring within her.

“I wouldn’t want you to have meaningless sex with me.” He brushed his lips across hers. “I want there to be lots of meaning for both of us.”

He spun her around so that she faced the mirror with her back pressed against his chest. Her eyes met his in the mirror as he grasped her dress and started inching it up her thighs.

Sarah abandoned her half-hearted excuses and threw caution to the wind. The fact was she wanted Maxwell, had done since the first time they had met. Desire and excitement at his words and actions swept through her. She had never felt so hot and bothered and horny—he knew just what to do and say to make her insides go to jelly. Sarah watched him in the mirror and became mesmerised by his hands working her dress slowly up her body until it was bunched around her waist. She waited with bated breath as he slipped a hand inside her lace panties and parted the waxed lips of her sex, probing her deeply as his fingers slid in and out of her wetness.

“You’re very wet, baby,” he rasped against her ear.

She inhaled sharply as she felt longing, hot and strong, shoot through her, making her every nerve end tingle and her legs grow weak.

“So smooth, so ready,” he said seductively as he probed her silky depths. He pumped his hand rhythmically between her thighs while he nibbled and kissed the long column of her neck. She sighed and rested her head back against his shoulder to allow him easier access to the delicate skin.

Still working his magic with his right hand, he used his other to slip the shoulder strap of her dress down to expose her left breast. Grasping her breast, he kneaded it, watching her nipple extend, hard and erect. She met his eyes—dark and clouded with arousal—in the mirror. His obvious desire only increased hers, making her powerless and weak against the sensations he was evoking in her. Moaning, she pressed harder into him until she felt his hard cock throbbing against her lower back. Wriggling against him, she moved her body in rhythm with his thrusting fingers as he massaged her breast and nibbled and suckled her throat. Sighing, she slipped her other shoulder strap down so that both breasts were now bare and lifted her arms above her to hold his head firmly against her neck.

She moved rhythmically against him, her thrusting growing in intensity as lust and desire built within her. She could feel her juices running down the inside of her thigh. Mad with need, she moved one hand down between them until she could grasp his erection through his jeans. Wrapping her hand around him, she felt him stiffen and he groaned loudly as she rubbed her fingers up and down his shaft. She was totally at his mercy, all rational thought having fled her, leaving her with an urgent need to feel him inside her, to feel his thick cock plunging into her core.

“Fuck, I want you,” he rasped as he slowed the rhythm of his fingers. She watched him in the mirror as he ran a finger up the inside of her thigh, collecting her juices, before he put his finger in his mouth and sucked. She gasped and flushed at the naughty eroticism and squirmed against him.

“Not so fast, precious,” he commanded.

As he removed his hand from between her legs, her dress dropped to the ground so that she was standing in front of the mirror clad only in her lace panties.

“You’re still dressed,” she muttered breathlessly as she turned and frantically undid the buttons on his shirt. Her breath caught at the sight of his bare chest—hard and muscular with a smattering of fine dark hair trailing down to a washboard stomach. An odd sense of déjà vu swept over her as she visually drank in his powerful form—her daydreams since meeting him at Roxy’s party must have been more realistic than she’d intended, to have produced in her such an overwhelming sense of recognition. Then again, his body was such that all women’s daydreams would feature him in the starring role.

He shrugged out of his shirt then bent to undo his jeans before stepping out of them, followed by his boxers until he was standing gloriously naked in front of her.

He grasped her shoulders and spun her around so that once again her back was pressed to his front and their bodies were reflected in the mirror. From behind her he brought his hands up to move over her body, massaging her breasts and stroking her sides lightly, sending uncontrollable shivers through her.

His smouldering eyes met hers in the mirror. “You are so beautiful,” he said, his voice husky and ragged with lust.

The sight of him, so aroused, so hard and muscular as he caressed her, sent a sharp longing straight to her womb, making her ache and throb for him.

He turned her around then crushed his lips against hers, kissing her passionately and pressing her breasts hard into his chest. Her mouth opened and welcomed him as her tongue sought his desperately. Without breaking their kiss, he scooped her into his arms and carried her through the bathroom door and over to the bed. Laying her down, he took a moment to study her. His eyes, dark with lust, travelled the length of her body, drinking her in.

Whimpering, she reached out for him, wanting his touch. Slowly he came to her, drawing out her suspense, teasing her. His eyes never left hers as he climbed onto the bed and brushed his lips over hers tenderly before moving lower and kissing a soft path from her neck to her breasts. She moaned and squirmed beneath him, desperate to get closer. He took first one nipple then the other into his mouth and sucked deeply, his tongue flicking over the taut bud as she sighed with pleasure. Leisurely he moved down her body, kissing a burning trajectory to the apex of her thighs until she felt him tug at her panties and drag them roughly down. His gaze rested hot and hungry on her smooth mound before he bent and inhaled her scent deeply.

“God, you smell so good,” he breathed.

She watched in anticipation as his tongue flicked out and caressed her lightly. She barely felt his touch and bucked her hips up, frantic to have his tongue inside her.

“Maxwell, please,” she begged.

He chuckled and grasped her hips, pinning her to the bed. “Not so fast, sweetness, I want to take this slowly.”

Her pussy clenched as she felt his breath on her and she opened her legs wider, welcoming his touch. Slowly he licked her folds, lapping and nuzzling her, breathing her in before she felt him suck the small nub of her clitoris into his mouth. She squirmed beneath him as he laved the cleft of her pussy over and over with his tongue. She sucked her breath in sharply—she was in ecstasy. Her hips swayed against him but he held her firmly to the bed as he hungrily licked and suckled her.

“I want you to come for me like this,” he murmured as he released one of her hips and slipped a finger into her, stroking the soft inner wall of her sex while his tongue flickered over the sensitive nub of her clit. Sarah hadn’t ever known such pleasure. The ache in her core intensified as he continued to stroke and lap at her, using his tongue and fingers to work her into a delirium. She was so close—her body coiled then went rigid as she teetered on the precipice and with one more stroke he had her tumbling over and she was shattering around him.

“Oooohh,” she cried out, bucking hard underneath him as the waves of sweet release washed over her and her internal muscles clenched and contracted around his fingers. He held her down and kept his tongue and fingers probing inside her until her trembling stilled and she relaxed against him.

She was panting heavily and weak with orgasmic aftershocks as he moved back up her body and kissed her slowly on the mouth, running his tongue around her lips so she could taste herself on him.

“You taste so sweet,” he mumbled against her mouth. She wriggled beneath him, feeling his cock hard and hot against her, and felt his ragged breath in her ear as he said huskily, “I need to be inside you.”

In response she reached down and took his rigid cock in her hand and stroked it hard. “Please!” she begged.

Groaning, he broke away from her grasp and reached into the bedside table. She heard foil tearing and quickly she sat up and helped him sheath himself. She was desperate now—she needed him inside her. She wanted him to stretch and fill her.

She lay back on the bed and met his eyes as he reached down between them and gently probed between her folds, testing her readiness before he plunged his cock deeply inside her. She was momentarily startled by the size of him. Her eyes widened and she gasped in surprise as he entered her.

“God, you are so tight,” he moaned against her ear. Then, covering her mouth with his, he kissed her as he moved slowly, allowing her to get used to the size of him. She relaxed beneath him and in response he slid all the way out before thrusting into her to the hilt.

Panting loudly, she dug her fingernails hard into his shoulders as she undulated her hips to meet the fluid glide of his. He crushed his mouth hard against hers as he ran his hand up her side and found her right breast and squeezed her nipple. Her womb throbbed deliciously at the sensation of him inside her and she grasped the cheeks of his backside to pull him harder into her, seating him completely. He pulled his cock out and waited until she squirmed against him, her hips jutting in eagerness, before he pushed back into her. She was close—she felt the build in internal pressure and she wriggled her pelvis against him desperately until the familiar waves of pleasure started surging through her.

“Oh God, I’m going to come,” she panted in his ear.

His thrusts intensified and his breathing became ragged and hot with his need for release as he drove into her over and over until she could hold on no longer and with a loud cry she climaxed, her body jerking and trembling beneath his. Not able to contain himself any longer he pumped quickly in and out of her. The muscles of her pussy, still contracting in orgasm, constricted around his cock until, shouting her name, he followed her over, grasping her shoulders as he found his own release.

Chapter Four

Sarah awoke some time later to the buzzing of her mobile phone. She took a moment to get her bearings before she realised that her mobile sat on the pillow next to her. She grabbed it to check for messages and smiled when she saw a text from Maxwell.

I have run a bath for you…M.

The bedside clock told her it was twelve-thirty a.m. The music had been turned down and she could hear muted conversation. She reached gratefully for the glass of what looked to be cranberry juice that Maxwell had obviously left for her and took a long drink, savouring the still-cool liquid. She was touched by his thoughtfulness—the juice, a bath and leaving her mobile phone where it would wake her when he texted.

Concerned that Roxy would be worried by her extended absence, she was just about to call her when she noticed a second text.