No Reservations (16 page)

As steam started swirling from behind the glass brick, Brandon reached over his shoulder to pul his T-shirt over his head. He threw it to the floor without looking at it. He wore leather work boots without laces or a zipper, shoes she'd have had to sit to pul off, but Brandon didn't falter, just stood on one foot at a time to yank them off.

"I am so impressed,' she murmured. 'You didn't even lose your balance.'

"I'm tricky that way.'

'Uh huh.' Heat bloomed in her bel y and lower down.

Leah shifted and the seam of her jeans pressed her clit. She wore cotton boy brief panties, nothing especial y sexy, but the soft fabric felt damp on her pussy, and no wonder. Watching him strip for her, at her command, had her hot and wet.

Brandon put his hand on the button of his jeans and paused, gaze locked on hers, before he tugged it open. He notched his zipper down. Click, click, click. Then he hooked his fingers into the denim and shoved the jeans down to step out of them. His black cotton boxer-briefs hugged his package. He looked like an underwear model.

'God, your legs are seven miles long,' Leah said, admiring his tight calves and thighs, covered with crisp dark hair. 'Did you get tal er in the past few days?'

He laughed. 'Why don't you come over here and measure me, find out?'

'Take off the briefs, Brandon.'

He did, slowly, and stood before her total y naked and sporting an erection that made her crave the taste of him again. He didn't stroke it, perhaps waiting for her to order him to do it. That thought sent another bolt of desire through her.

'Did you do what I told you to do? While I was gone?'

His smile faded a little and she wanted to take it back so neither of them were reminded of the reasons she'd left in the first place. But then he nodded. 'Yes. You know I did.'

'Let me see you,' Leah breathed. 'Show me how it was.'

He hesitated for only a bare second before stepping into the water. The glass bricks distorted his figure, but didn't block his groan of sheer pleasure as the hot water surrounded him. Leah slid open the buttons of her blouse as she moved forwards to stand in the shower's walk-in doorway.

Brandon, facing the water, had put his face directly under the spray to let the water sluice over his body.

'We need a shower like this,' he said.

'Show me,' she repeated.

And he did. First a slow, downwards stroke, almost thoughtful. Like he wasn't sure what he meant to do. Then another. Then he widened his stance and jutted his hips forwards, just a little, to let the water hit that beautiful cock as he started to stroke it in earnest.

Leah took off her shirt and draped it over the edge of the sunken whirlpool tub, big enough for two, just past the shower.

Her jeans came next, less graceful y but faster than Brandon had doffed his, but then she didn't have an audience, either.

His eyes were closed, lost in the sensations of his hand on his cock.

Leah stripped out of her bra and panties as she watched him shift the pattern of his strokes. She loved to watch him jerk himself off -- it was intimate and sexy and she always learnt something new about him -- but she also loved to be the one to get him off. Whether it was with her hand, her mouth, inside her body, or if it was just from the power of her words as she talked him through it, Leah liked that power over him. Craved it, as a matter of fact.

She was so lucky, she thought, as Brandon opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder to watch her watching him.

That she'd found a man who could give her what she wanted and be so comfortable with it. More than comfortable, as turned on by it as she was. She was so fucking lucky, and what had she done but almost squander it? And why?

Because she was worried about. . . what?

Nothing.

She had everything right before her that she'd ever wanted and everything she'd ever need. Leah stepped into the shower and reached around him to twist the faucet for the aromatherapy jets, and soft steam scented with lavender hissed out. Another fiddle with the faucet and the second showerhead began to spray, along with the row of pulsing massage jets jutting from the wal .

'Wow.' Brandon's voice had gone hoarse with pleasure.

Just. . . wow.'

Leah laughed and pressed herself against him, her cheek on his back. She reached around to cup his bal s.

'Don't stop.'

He'd paused at her touch but now his hand took up the stroking again. But Leah was no longer satisfied with watching Brandon make himself come; she had to help him along. 'Turn around.'

He did. His cock rubbed her bel y as they kissed, tongues tangling around the rush of hot water pouring over their faces. Lavender swirled around them as he ground against her wet slick skin. Leah found his cock with her fist and pumped it gently before reaching to the towel rack along the back of the shower wal and throwing down a thick soft washcloth.

'Ah . . . God.' Brandon sounded strangled as she got to her knees in front of him and engulfed him with her mouth. His hand found her hair and stroked it back from her face.

His body shielded her from most of the spray and the cloth buffeted her knees from the shower's rough tile floor.

She could spend an hour here, sucking and licking and tasting and stroking . . . but she didn't think she could last that long. He probably couldn't, either, not based on the familiar noises leaking from his throat or the way he was pushing into her mouth.

God, she loved sucking him. For al the times Brandon spent on his knees, worshipping her, there were just as many moments Leah found herself at his feet. She licked his shaft now, then sucked gently at the head while she cupped his bal s. Her thumb stroked backwards, along the seam of his sac, and he widened his stance automatical y to give her free rein to anyplace she wanted to touch him. Fuck, she loved that, too, that he was so open to anything she ever wanted . . .

Wider,' she said from around his cock.

He obeyed, putting one hand to the wal to steady himself. His other hand rested lightly on her head. Water spattered on the back of her neck as she took him down her throat, working his cock with her lips and tongue and just barely scraping her teeth along the shaft as she moved. Her fingers played along his bal s and perineum, toying with his ass.

He grunted. His cock throbbed. He was close, maybe a minute or two away from coming, if she kept this up.

'Towels,' she told him.

He knew just what she meant. The towels, decadently thick, fel as Brandon jerked them off the rack. Leah spread them quickly, making sure not to block the drain. She turned onto her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder at him. 'Now.'

He got behind her, his hands on her hips. Sometimes fucking in the shower could be a problem, but not tonight.

Leah was so slick, so ready, he slid inside her smoothly. She cried out as he fil ed her al the way to her core. In this position the water rained on them both but didn't threaten to drown them. Leah put her head down to the cushion of soft terrycloth and pressed her ass higher, harder against him.

'Fuck me,' she said, her voice shaking.

He moved inside her, slowly at first though she knew he had to be craving speed. Delicious friction built as she matched his rhythm. His cock skidded across her G-spot, and when he reached around to press his fingers to her clit, Leah's body jerked.

It was al perfect, the timing right. He knew how to move, how to touch her, and al she had to do was let go and let him.

He thrust deeper as his fingers circled. And he spoke to her, a long, low stream of words designed to push every single one of her hot-buttons.

Leah had had countless orgasms in her life, each different and miraculous, and every time her body fil ed with that ecstasy, she wondered how she might stand it. If it would not, indeed, splinter her to pieces. But now, this time, with Brandon urging her towards climax, al she could do was revel in being torn apart.

She came saying his name. His hoarse, low shout told her he'd joined her. Brandon stroked deep inside her a few more times, then slowed, then stopped. The water beat down around them, sounding much louder now that she wasn't blinded and deafened by desire.

Leah stretched as he withdrew, her body tingling in al the right places. Brandon helped her to her feet and kissed her under the spray. Leah laughed, light-hearted and loving it.

'Someday we'l take a shower together and Behave sex,' she said.

'I hope not,' Brandon replied seriously.

Actual y, she hoped not, too. She told him so as he soaped her back, and she told him about the older woman at the Thunder From Down Under show. He told her about the strippers who could hang upside down by their thigh muscles as she washed him in return. And then as the water rinsed them free of suds, he kissed her again.

He led her from the shower and dried her with a fresh soft towel. Pampering her. He took her to the bedroom and bundled them both between the sheets, where Leah settled back between his legs, against his chest, while they watched very bad late-night television and Brandon combed her hair careful y free of every tangle.

They talked, too, about everything. And nothing. And Leah once again thought how simple it was to talk to him, how he understood her even when she didn't make sense, and how she didn't need to ask him to know what he felt.

When they made love again, slower this time, the pinkish light of morning had begun seeping in around the blinds. After, he pul ed her against him, spooning, and, though Leah knew there was more to say, there would always be more to say to him. And also, if she were the smart woman she pretended to be to the rest of the world, she'd give Brandon the time to say it.

Brandon knew the sound of Leah sleeping as wel as he knew everything else about her. So when her breathing slowed and her body went limp in his arms, he stopped talking. He pressed his face into the softness of her hair. He nuzzled her neck. He smiled to himself when she murmured and shifted, pressing herself against him even in her sleep.

They hadn't talked about marriage, but that was OK.

Tomorrow. Or the next day. Hel .

He was wil ing to wait.

'Wel , hel o there, stranger.' Kate smirked at the handsome, sexy and tipsy man standing in the doorway after she'd let Brandon pass. 'God, you look good.

After al those enhanced, gravity-free breasts and flat bel ies? Do tel .'

'Meh. They were al right. But you, now, you're something to write home about.'

She laughed, sliding into his arms. 'That so?'

'So.'

His hands roamed over her body as he brought his mouth to hers for a kiss. He tasted of whiskey and cigars, of sex and utter decadence. Everything in her tightened for a moment as she moaned softly.

'You wore this to the strip club?' he asked as the palms of his hands stroked over her ass as he delved under her skirt.

'I had "winter at the lake house" clothes when we arrived. I went shopping. This stuff was expensive. I'm wearing it to get my mail.'

He laughed, his mouth finding the hol ow of her throat, i'm not complaining. In fact, I just had a flash of you in that club we were in, giving me a private dance.' A shiver wracked her at the thought.

He stil ed as she telegraphed how hot she thought that was. 'Let's go.' He pul ed her from the room and she grabbed her bag on the way out the door. Once downstairs they grabbed a cab out front and headed a bit away from the Strip to some strip dub, oh scratch that, they were gentlemen t clubs now. Pffft, right. Gentlemen giving women twenty bucks to grind on them was right up there with opening doors for them and paying for dinner.

Men got to admit it was hot, why couldn't women? Wel OK, not so much the grinding part. Kate didn't have any desire to pay a stripper to grind on her, but the idea of sex being so blatant the way it was at a club like the one they were going to was appealing in some sense. Not every day appealing, but certainly sexy. Whatever, it connected to that part of her that liked to be looked at and objectified on some level.

Just thinking about it made her tingly. She scrambled onto his lap and went for his lips. He met her kiss with a groan of pleasure as he held her to his body. The strength of his hands, splayed on her back, drove her insane. It was so good with him. Better than it had ever been with anyone. Each time he touched her she craved him more.

She pul ed her hair loose and it slid around his face, curtaining them off. His breath was hers as her tongue slid through the softness of his mouth.

'Your cunt is so hot,' he said into her mouth and she drew in a shaky breath.

'Uh, we're here,' the cabbie cal ed out as they came to a halt.

Kate grinned and got out when he opened the door.

What the hel ? She wouldn't see any of these people ever again and, hel o, it was Las Vegas during a fetish convention!

The smile and looks she got at the door and as they walked through the club drove Kate's inner bad girl. There were other women there, but this was not their world. Not as viewers and participants, but as objects to be viewed. There was power in that, the beat of it vibrated through her along with the bass from the music.

Dix kept his hand on the smal of her back. Possessive.

A note to the others to look, but not touch. He couldn't keep his eyes off the sway of her ass, of the peek as her skirt moved to expose the creamy expanse of upper thigh. He caught the press of her nipples through the thin material of the bodice of the dress, the curve of her cleavage cal ed to his mouth.

'Over there.' He motioned with his head to a table off in a far corner. Discreet, but not total y hidden.

A secret smile touched her lips as she put on another woman's skin. That woman who got off on being seen. He liked that part of her, smal enough to be hot, easy enough to thril , and al his.

She sat when he held her chair out, the hem of that already short skirt sliding up dangerously high. She leant back, crossing her legs slowly enough to send him a peek of the heaven between them.

One of her brows lifted as she realised where he was looking. Even better, she trailed her fingertips along the exposed, pale flesh, upher body, over her nipples until they both sighed. When she caught her bottom lip between her teeth his cock hardened to the pointof pain.