Taste of Candy (2 page)

Dave nodded for the waiter, who immediately rushed over.

“How can I help you, Mr. Roads?” the waiter asked.

Originally Dave had been considering dessert and coffee, but now he just wanted to get out of there so he could get to know Candy a bit better. Unless she wanted dessert—he certainly wouldn’t mind watching those plump lips of hers wrapping around a bite of chocolate cake.

“Do you want anything else, Candy? Coffee? Dessert?”

She blushed and shook her head no. Man, that blush was cute. He’d never met a woman who blushed as much as she did. It made him want to joke with her and tease her until she did it again.

The waiter stood patiently, awaiting further instructions.

“Just the check, then,” Dave said.

“No, no, sir,” the waiter said. “The radio station is picking up the bill for you.”

Oh yeah. He’d been having such a good time with Candy he’d completely forgotten that this wasn’t a regular date.

Fuck
it. He’d make it a proper date.

“Tell Hot Rocks one-oh-whatever thanks
, but I’ve got it.” He pulled out a bill fold and handed the waiter enough to cover the bill and an extra hundred bucks for his tip.

“Thank you
, Mr. Roads!”

The waiter walked quickly away as if he was worried Dave would make him give it back or something.
Dave laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Candy asked.

“Nothing much,” he admitted. “I’m just in a good mood tonight. I’m glad I came. I’m glad we met.”

Now it was Candy who laughed. “Yeah, right,” she said. “Like you don’t meet girls all the time.
”

He shrugged
and took a sip from his empty scotch glass, letting one half-melted ice cube roll around his tongue before crunching it. He may meet a lot of girls, but he hadn’t been this interested in a woman since high school. His hormones were in overdrive, making him feel like he was a teenager again. And, just like a teenager would, he’d gotten an instantaneous crush on Candy.

It was definitely time to get to know this woman on a more intimate level.

***

Candy left her car with the valet at the restaurant and rode back to Dave’s hotel in the back of the town
car he had hired. The chauffer discreetly closed the privacy window the moment they got in and sat back against the black leather seats. This was it—she was letting go tonight. Just being near Dave sent shivers of arousal through her.

Dave’s hand rested on her bare knee for a moment before slowly sliding up her inner thigh
. She trembled under his touch, moaning softly as he grazed his knuckle over her panties against her clit. He kept the pressure firm, not moving, simply pressing against her swollen nub through the fabric of her panties until she found herself grinding against him.

“We have all night,” he whispered as he licked her neck, nibbling gently until he got to her lips
. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and pressed his knuckle harder against her.

I’m kissing the lead singer of TopShelf,
she thought, grinning against his lips. And damn, he knew what he was doing. She deepened the kiss, savoring the taste of scotch on his tongue.

She was practically panting with need by the time they arrived at his hotel suite
. Candy didn’t even have time to look around the tastefully decorated suite before Dave pulled her toward him with a smile. She started to unbutton his shirt but he grabbed her wrists.

“With your mouth,” he said.

Candy dropped her lips to the button at the hollow of his neck and put her mouth on it. She tried to unbutton it with her mouth and tongue but after a few fruitless seconds she simply bit the button off by the thread and spat it daintily on the plush carpet.

Dave laughed
. “I’m definitely going to spank you for that.”

Candy giggled
. She must have drunk too much wine because for some reason a spanking sounded like a good time. Within seconds, Dave had turned her around and unzipped her black dress, letting it fall in a pile at her ankles. Thank goodness she was wearing a thong. Sure, she had worn it because she didn’t want panty lines to show, but the reasons didn’t matter now. At least Dave Roads of TopShelf wasn’t seeing her in her usual granny panties.

“Lean over the bed.”

Candy stepped out of the dress at her feet and pressed her breasts against the duvet, her nipples hardening inside her lacy bra. She knew this had to be a bad angle for him to see her. She’d never let any man look at her from behind when she was practically naked before.

“You have a luscious ass, Candy
.” His large hand, the fingers hard and calloused from years of guitar playing, slapped her ass cheek so hard that she gasped in surprise. “Perfect for punishment.”

Her ass felt warm with the stinging slaps as he spanked first one cheek and then the other before dipping his finger into her pussy
. She wiggled on his long finger, desperate for more.

“You’re dripping wet,” he said
. “I have to see what you taste like.”

He took hold of her shoulders from behind and guided her to standing
. Candy felt his fingers brush her hair off of her shoulder and when he flipped her around she was staring right into his intense gaze.

“I want to tie you up so you can’t even think about escaping your orgasm,” he said
. “You down?”

Candy nodded, secretly adoring his rocker way of talking
. “I’m down.”

“Awesome
. Sit on the bed. I’ve got to get something to tie you up with.”

He strode off into the suite’s bathroom and came back with a fluffy white hotel towel
. He pulled a huge switch blade out of his suitcase and sliced a few cuts into the top of the towel.

“Why do you have a knife?” Candy asked
. Should she be nervous?

“It’s like a survivor thing
. I always carry a knife and a lighter, that way if I end up stranded somewhere I can fend for myself. Crazy, I know. But I couldn’t carry the knife on the plane so it went into my luggage.” He tore several long strips from the towel and tossed them on the bed.

“They’re going to charge you for that towel, you know,” she said primly
, and then laughed as if she was joking. Why couldn’t she keep her goody-two-shoes mouth shut for just one night and enjoy herself?

“They’ve got my credit card, it’s all good,” he said as he wrapped one soft length of towel around her wrist
. “My days of trashing hotel rooms are over. I’m a well-behaved rock star now. Just not too well behaved, if you catch my drift.”

He attached the end of her wrist restrai
nt to the post on the headboard, then did the same with her other wrist so that her arms were splayed wide.

“Damn you look hot like that.”

He took another piece of the towel and wrapped it around her thigh right above her knee, pulling her leg open to the side and tying that piece to the headboard as well. She could feel her ligaments stretching slightly at the new position, especially when he secured her other leg spread open.

Candy felt like a splayed chicken
. “I feel ridiculous.”

She couldn’t believe she was actually letting him do this, when she’d never even felt comfortable enough with a man to
let him eat her out. But something about Dave—maybe even just the fact that he was a stranger—made her want to comply with his game.

“I like you like this
. You’re all mine now,” he said as he finished unbuttoning his own shirt and tossing it on the carpet. Candy got a glimpse of his back tattoo as he turned slightly to the side to kick his shirt out of the way. He had another tattoo snaking up his bicep. “But if you ever feel like enough’s enough, just say the safeword.”

“What’s the safeword?”

“TopShelf.”

“Of course.”

“But don’t say it unless you want the entire evening to end. I want to push your boundaries a little. I gotta get past your Miss Manners charade to make you come.”

“Miss Manners?”

“Yeah. I want to get down and dirty with you, sexy girl.” He kissed her mouth and she could taste the last remnants of the scotch he had at dinner. Delicious.

“Got it
,” she whispered, her voice raw with desire.

Dave loosened his black leather belt and tugged his jeans off, watching Candy the entire time
. Candy’s eyes widened when she saw the size of his cock. He was huge and so hard it looked like it must be painful for him.

“You like my cock?”

“I love it,” she said truthfully. It turned her on knowing she inspired such lust in this man.

“I’m gonna fuck you with it later
. But not yet. First I’m gonna wake your pussy up a bit.”

Dave knelt on the bed between her legs and ran his hands up and down her thighs
. He gently slapped her inner thighs until they turned pink and then he brought his attention to her pussy lips, bringing his palm down sharply between her legs.

Candy had never had her pussy slapped before
. It did exactly what he promised—it woke up all of her nerve endings. He slapped her pussy again, this time angling his hand so it hit directly on her clit. A moan escaped her lips as another blow rained down but she didn’t say the safeword. This was too exciting and she was having too much fun.

“How’s that pussy feeling?”

Candy didn’t know what to say, so she just smiled.

“Come on, I wanna hear you say it.”

“I don’t know.”

“Tell me how much you like it when I punish your pussy.”

Candy felt herself getting warm and she knew she was blushing again. “I—I like it.”

“When I what?”

“Wh—when you punish my pussy.” She practically whispered the last word. It felt alien coming out of her mouth.

“I’m gonna taste you now
. And there’s no point in being embarrassed or over-thinking anything, because I’m not gonna let you go until you come.”

She felt herself get
even wetter at his words, but as soon as he brought his hot mouth down onto her clit she started worrying. What if she smelled bad? She had showered right before their date, but still…and there’s no way she looked anything like the models and actresses he was used to dating.

Suddenly
he slapped her pussy, the unexpected connection sending shock waves through her body, snapping her out of her reverie. She instinctually tried to close her knees together, only to be reminded that they were tied wide apart.

Her pussy was his to do with as he pleased.

“Stop thinking,” he ordered.

He spread her
nether lips wide with his hands and brought his mouth onto her clit again, sucking it into his mouth with such a powerful suction that Candy cried out. He nibbled gently on her swollen clit with his teeth, alternating licking with sucking and biting. Candy felt as if she were being devoured alive—and she loved it.

Dave lifted his head for a moment and smiled at her
. “Now I know why they call you Candy. You taste so…sweet.” He dropped his head to her clit again, licking it slowly.

She tried to close her legs again simply because the feeling of being restrained was so new and strange
. The strips of towel tied around her thighs rubbed against her skin and held her wide open for Dave’s merciless mouth.

He built up a rhythm, licking faster and faster until she felt herself holding her breath as the tension escalated
. Suddenly his fingers pumped inside her, reaching up and making a “come hither” motion as he tapped her G-spot again and again. His frenetic pace brought her right up to the edge of orgasm, but she didn’t come yet.

He lifted his mouth and grinned at her, her wetness all over his lips
. “I want to watch you come,” he said. “I want to see your face.”

He leaned over and kissed her deeply on the mouth
. She tasted herself on him. Reaching down between her legs, he pinched her clit between his fingers, watching her eyes the entire time. Staring into his eyes somehow seemed even more intimate than everything else they’d done so far.

She cried out in pleasure or pain, she wasn’t sure which
. Maybe both. He pinched her clit again, harder, and then let go just enough that she could really feel it when he did it again, over and over.

“Come for me, Candy,” he said.

She wanted to. She really, really wanted to. But she couldn’t. Her body hovered on the brink of a climax, her skin covered with a light sheen of perspiration. She was so very close. Her clit throbbed, her nipples tightened, and yet she couldn’t fall over that edge.

She moaned in frustration.
“I’m sorry, Dave,” she said. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Nothing’s wrong with you
. And don’t think you’re getting away so easily. I just need to find what does it for you, and then keep doing it.”