Jule Reigh and the Jim Stone Affair (3 page)

She wondered what he’d do if she removed the
rest herself.

“Have you ever stolen anything?”

Who hadn’t? Even as a kid, almost everyone
took something—if only a pencil or a dime—that didn’t belong to
them. “Yes.”

“Everyone steals,” he echoed her thoughts.
“But not everyone is a jewel thief.”

He circled around her again, but didn’t
remove any of her clothing this time. She wished she’d said no,
just to be contrary and get closer to the prize.

“Do you like diamonds?” he asked.

“Not especially.” That was partially true
because she preferred colorful jewels. Although she knew diamonds
came in many different hues, clear diamonds always came first to
her mind when they were mentioned.

He went round her once more, but again didn’t
take any of her clothing.

This was getting ridiculous! She fidgeted,
shifting from one foot to the other.

“Do you like pink diamonds?”

Time to get rid of the sweater even if it
meant lying through her teeth. She’d become enamored of the Pink
Ecstasy since she first saw a picture of it. Pink was her favorite
color, but she replied, “No.”

“Now, now. What woman wouldn’t love pink
diamonds?” The rhetorical question didn’t need a response. He
caught hold of the hem of her sweater, and she eagerly lifted her
arms as he peeled it from her body.

Now, in only panties and bra—both happened to
be pink and edged in white lace—she waited for his next question.
Which would he choose to unveil, top or bottom? She watched him
walk around her again and yet again. His questions so far had been
kind of lame, as if he didn’t know what to ask.

She decided to take care of the problem for
them. She pushed one strap off her shoulder, then the other while
kicking off her shoes. She noticed Stone had halted, watching her
with his intense dark eyes. Slowly, she undid the front fastening
of her bra and let it fall to the floor. She hooked her fingers in
the elastic of her panties and pushed them down. When completely
nude, she stepped from the puddle of her clothing.

Stone caught her by the waist and pulled her
closer to him. After she bumped into him, she kept going,
propelling him backward. When the backs of his knees hit the edge
of the bed, he sat down hard. She put her hands on his shoulders
and pushed until he lay on his back, only his legs off the bed.

With him laid out, it was her turn to touch,
taste, explore. She ran her hands over the fine muscles of his
chest, not bulging but lean and well-defined. Her fingertips raked
across the tight points of his nipples until she decided she had to
sample them.

Leaning forward, she placed her lips around
one, swirling her tongue over it. He made a deep, harsh sound and
ran his fingers into her hair, cupping her head to hold her in
place, but she had more in store for him.

She left a wet trail from the first
pebble-hard peak across his chest to the other and gave it the same
sensory treat. She left more wet trails as she licked her way down
his ribs and flat, hard stomach. His abdominal muscles flinched as
she moved lower, and his hands had left her hair by the time she
reached his cock.

She had gone to her knees between his
widespread legs. She handled his sac and continued raking her nails
lightly over it. Starting at the base of his cock, she ran the tip
of her tongue up its entire rigid length, and when she came to its
tip, she tilted her head and took it into her mouth. Stone gave a
satisfied sigh. She sucked gently but firmly, tonguing the soft
spot, and elicited more sounds of enjoyment from him.

Bending her head farther, she took as much of
him as she could, his cockhead easing into the back of her throat
where she flexed her muscles around him. Stone moaned and groaned
in response. She held him there as long as she could, but her
reflex pushed him out sooner than she wanted. She let him slide all
the way out of her closed lips with a plop.

After taking a deep breath, she again licked
up his erection. She felt Stone move and peeked through slitted
eyelids to see what he was doing. He had pushed himself up, propped
on his straightened arms to watch her. His tousled hair and
half-closed eyes gave him that bad boy look she loved. She shut her
eyes and concentrated on giving him pleasure.

His cock seemed to stiffen a little more with
each stroke of her tongue. Then she planted little suctioning
kisses up one side, across the tender spot, and down the other
causing him to gasp. When his cock was damp all over from her
saliva, she placed her hand around it at the base and took into her
mouth as much as she could. She went up and down on him, her hand
moving in tandem with her mouth.

Stone stirred again, shifting the bed when he
fell back. He drove his cock into her, his hips pumping up and
down, going faster and faster until he gave one final thrust and
one loud groan. She backed away in time, and his white fluid
erupted and flowed down his shaft while she kept massaging him. She
enjoyed watching the way his body had gone rigid with the spasms
then completely relaxed.

She couldn’t allow herself to become
mesmerized with his hard body. Now was the time to make her escape,
while Stone was languid and vulnerable after his orgasm. She still
wanted to bed the man, but he’d taken the edge off her sexual
craving at the restaurant. Maybe it would be enough for her to
eventually forget all about this encounter—but she doubted it. She
had given him the blowjob from heaven so he couldn’t accuse her of
being a cock-tease and not following through. He might wonder why
she’d cut the evening short, but he couldn’t say their time
together hadn’t fulfilled their sexpectations, so to speak.

She eased from between his legs and used the
towel he’d earlier thrown on the bed to wipe her hands. She started
gathering her clothing. If she could slip into her skirt and
sweater without rousing him, she could finish dressing properly in
the lobby bathroom and call a cab from there.

“Going somewhere?” he asked in a lazy
drawl.

Jule stopped in the middle of picking up her
panties, the bit of lacy silk dangling from her fingertips. She
quickly grabbed them up and stuffed them with the rest of her
things she held in her arms.

She turned around to find him sitting up on
the edge of the bed. “It’s getting late and I—”

“It’s not that late,” he interrupted and
stood. His relaxed cock swayed side to side with each step he took
toward the dresser. He opened a drawer and pulled out something,
tucked into his fist so she couldn’t see what the item was. “The
evening’s barely started.”

“I just think it’s time to go. We’ve had a
little fun, and it’s been great.” She fumbled with her clothes,
trying to find her sweater, which seemed to have somehow become
wrapped up in her skirt.

“I was hoping you’d wear this the rest of the
evening,” he said in a hushed tone.

She looked up to find he’d put his arm
straight out in front of him, only inches from her. Then something
dropped, swinging to and fro like a pendulum and mesmerizing her.
When the chain finally settled, she saw a heart-shaped pink stone
surrounded by smaller white stones shimmering and sparkling in the
muted lamp light.

Chapter Three

The Hot Ice Gambit

J
ule reached out for
the gem, the fabled Pink Ecstasy, but Stone snatched it back before
she could touch it and laughed, a throaty sound that sent a shiver
through her. Not a shiver of fear, but one of desire. The
excitement of being this close to the Pink Ecstasy and the
anticipation of what the rest of the night would bring if only a
tiny bit of its promise came true caused her clit to throb. Her
thighs clenched together against the sensation.

She swallowed hard and dropped her hand.
“Is-Is that the pink thing you’ve been asking about?”

“Pink thing?” he echoed, his voice rising on
the impossibility of her disingenuous description. “This is the
Pink Ecstasy, worth a fortune for the legend alone.”

“Legend?” she questioned as if she didn’t
know a thing about it.

One of his eyebrows quirked, but he explained
anyway. “Possessing this pink diamond is supposed to bring lovers
every sexual and sensual delight they could ever imagine.”

The legend spoken aloud in Stone’s somber,
sensuous tones made Jule tremble. Barely aware of what she was
doing, she reached for it again, but he drew it farther away from
her. Disappointment washed over her. She now knew a portion of what
drove jewel thieves to take possession of those bits of colored
glass. She would do anything to hold it for a while. In the end,
would she be able to give it up?

“If you want to touch it and wear it, you
have to stay,” he whispered seductively.

She dropped her bundle of clothes, her shoes
making dull thumps when they landed on the thick carpet. Of course,
she’d stay. How could she not? To be in possession of such a
treasure, even if for a short time
and
to be possessed as a
treasure by a man like Stone was her ultimate fantasy. She stepped
closer to him to cement her decision.

He circled her again, and she loved the way
he moved, like a panther stalking its prey. He stopped behind her,
as before, and the Pink Ecstasy dropped into her view from above
like manna from heaven. He let it nestle between her breasts and
fastened the clasp at the nape of her neck. The spot where it lay
tingled as if the gem’s magic somehow transferred to her. He placed
a kiss just below the chain at the back of her neck, and she broke
out in goosebumps at the tickle of his warm breath across her
skin.

She touched the Pink Ecstasy with one hand
then the other and lifted it with both. She gazed longingly at how
the facets of the big pink heart and the tiny clear rounds caught
and refracted the light with such clarity and brilliance.

Stone moved around to stand in front of her.
She dropped the necklace, looking up at him. His gaze swept over
her from head to toe and back again.

“You’re beautiful and I—” He cleared his
throat. He didn’t finish what he was saying. He moved in and kissed
her, hard and thoroughly, while his body rubbed hers and his hands
glided up her arms, over her shoulders, and down past the small of
her back to squeeze her butt cheeks and bring her hard against his
growing erection. She touched him, too, sliding her hands over his
smoothly muscled skin.

He released her from the kiss, and she took a
deep breath, letting it out on a sigh as he trailed kisses down her
neck and shoulders, across her breasts, stopping to nibble at her
nipples. He moved on, too many places to recount where his warm
lips and tongue grazed her skin, leaving damp trails that cooled
yet set her on fire.

By the time he picked her up to set her in
the center of the bed, she was ready, hips surging toward him on
their own. She wanted him inside, to unleash the desire that coiled
tighter and tighter within her belly, aching for relief.

He placed more kisses over her, moving down
her ribs and belly until he at last touched her curls. Her legs
spread for him automatically, and her hips rose toward him, a
silent prod for him to ease her sweet discomfort.

A whimper escaped her throat, a more vocal
encouragement, but he seemed to ignore the clues and took his time.
He licked along her outer lips then laved her inner ones, but
stayed away from her burning, throbbing clit. He thrust into her
slick hole and finger-fucked her with hard strokes until she
twisted against his hand, that first tiny thrill of climax urging
her to move faster.

He seemed to sense she was almost ready to
come, and he abruptly stopped and withdrew his fingers. Her hips
continued to pump, but nothing was there to bring her relief. She
squirmed and writhed, raising her pussy, trying to find something
to rub against. She moaned in frustration.

When she settled, he began all over again,
working her sensitive folds with his lips and tongue, once more
finger-fucking her into a frenzy then pulling free just when she
was almost there. By the time he’d repeated the cruel torture a
third time, she felt nearly insane with his refusal to finish her
off.

This time he moved back up her body, forging
ahead with a scattering of feathery kisses. She spread her legs
wider, expecting him to drive his cock into her any second. Instead
of doing so immediately, he took hold of her arms one at a time and
stretched them over her head. She was more than ready to be
properly and rightly fucked. His on-and-off teasing had left her
with a tingling buzz centered in her pussy that didn’t dissipate
even after he stopped touching her. She concentrated on slowly
humping her hips, alternately contracting and relaxing her inner
muscles to keep the sensation going.

He’d moved her arms farther apart and now
knelt with a knee on each side of her. She opened her eyes to find
the tip of his cockhead within inches of her mouth. She raised her
head and stuck out her tongue, lapping at the tender spot just
beneath the tip. He grunted and inched forward until she could take
the whole head into her mouth. He mimicked her movements by pushing
in and drawing out at the same times her hips rose and fell.

Riding the sexual high he wouldn’t release
her from made her mind sluggish, and sucking his cock distracted
her as well, but she finally realized he was taking a long time
fooling around with her arms. She gave his cockhead one last suck
and let her head fall to the pillow again. She looked up to find he
was finishing up tying one of her arms to the headboard with what
she’d earlier thought was a decorative cloth wound around the
carved wood.

As he started binding her other wrist to the
center post of the wide headboard, Jule could only watch. The
thought of being tied up didn’t diminish her pleasure. She was
surprised to find being completely at his mercy excited her even
more. Stone could do anything he wanted to her, and she wondered
what sensual delights he had planned.