She stared at him and noticed the emotions swimming in his eyes. She couldn’t imagine what his life must have been like. And to be shoved in a case and transported to another city like chattel…she could just imagine the humiliation he must be feeling.
“Fine,” she conceded. “But it’s just washing.”
He smiled and his eyes danced with mischief. “Hey, I’m a professional, remember? I’m not even aroused. See?” He tilted his head down.
Sangria followed his gaze to his cock. Even flaccid, he was well endowed. Tingles of desire spread over her thighs as she stared at him. His hand moved over to his cock and he wrapped his palm around it sensuously while she watched.
“Like what you see?”
Her head snapped up and she met his smoldering gaze. “Maybe.”
With his hand still on his member, Vance took a step forward. “I’m very good at more than washing, honey.”
“Don’t call me honey.”
“Well what should I call you? You never gave me your name.”
Suddenly, Sangria felt ashamed. Not because she was naked, standing in a shower stall with an equally naked stranger, but because she’d been rude to him from the get go. She could feel her cheeks redden, and she hated that. No one ever made her feel embarrassed before.
“Sangria.” She averted her gaze. “My name is Sangria.”
“A beautiful name for an equally beautiful woman.”
Raising her eyes, she caught his saucy grin and the way he looked at her with a promise of something swirling in the bright blue depths. “Keep your flirtations to yourself. I’m not one of your clients.”
His grin never faltered as he spoke. “Turn around, Sangria. I’ll wash your back.”
Cautiously she turned, giving him her back. She hated that her name on his lips gave her pleasure. A warm tingling sensation started deep in her belly as he touched her on the nape of the neck with the sponge. With slow firm circles, he made his way over her lean muscled flesh. Sighing, she let her head fall forward and enjoyed his attentions. Past the point of stress and uncertainty, she was surprised that her brain could still function. If she could let go for a little while and revel in this pleasure, she would. For she didn’t know when she would ever get another chance.
As Vance neared her ass, her pussy started to purr in delight. Without thinking, she spread her legs apart to ease the ache. It had been a long time since she felt desire. Her last lover had been almost a year ago, and then he hadn’t been that memorable. A porn video and a vibrator would have been more inspiring.
When she heard a groan of appreciation, Sangria glanced over her shoulder at Vance. He was grinning again, but this time there was no humor in his eyes, just brazen lust.
“You have an amazing ass.”
“I told you to save your words.”
Shaking his head, he stared down at her rounded flesh. “I can’t help it, Sangria, this is the firmest, most delectable ass I have ever come in contact with.”
She laughed then. He sounded sincere as he gazed at her backside. But when he lifted his gaze to hers, her grin faded. She could see the desire in his eyes, pacing like a caged animal eager to escape and hunt. She swallowed hard as he leaned into her, resting his sensuous lips beside her earlobe and whispered. “I want to lick your flesh. Allow me to pleasure you.”
She nearly moaned as his lips tickled the sensitive skin on her ear. She’d never been with anyone eager to please her. Deep down she knew that he was a professional, that he was trained in the art of seduction, trained on how to make a woman feel desired, lusted after. But she didn’t care. For once, she would take what was offered without question, without a thought of reciprocation. She would take what he offered her, selfishly.
In answer to his plea, Sangria braced her hands against the shower stall and spread her legs farther apart. With a feral growl, Vance tossed the sponge over his shoulder and dropped to his knees behind her. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as she felt his hands kneading her ass cheeks, his thumbs feathering against her throbbing intimate flesh. Need, hot and delicious, licked at the insides of her thighs, making them tremble and making her sex weep with want.
Vance brought his hands down and wrapped his palms around her vibrating flesh. “Your quivering excites me, Sangria. Like a virgin on her first night.”
“I’m no virgin,” she growled.
“You are with me.” And with that, he moved his hands up, separated her cheeks with his thumbs, and slid his tongue into her pussy.
She jerked violently, as surges of intense pleasure smashed into her, surprising a loud moan from her lips. “Ah, fuck,” she groaned as another wave of glorious rapture swept over her.
Vance was doing incredibly delectable things to her sex. While his tongue lapped at her inflamed clit, causing sizzling jolts to shoot up and down her body, he circled her anus with his finger. Every so often, he pushed the tip in and then out, teasing her with every movement.
Intense pleasure built up deep in her belly and between her legs. Sangria could feel the liquid heat swirling around deep within preparing to explode. She didn’t think she could handle it. Too many violent sensations bombarded her at once. Shaking her head, she ground her teeth and clenched her legs against the onslaught.
“Open for me, baby,” Vance cooed, stroking her anus and vaginal opening with his fingers.
She shook her head back and forth, panting like a dog.
“Let go, Sangria. I won’t hurt you.” He inserted a finger into her and swirled it around, exploring every inch of her. “Let go and I promise you more pleasure than you’ve ever felt before.”
She didn’t want to let go. She’d been so uptight and guarded for all her life, how did one just let go? Vulnerable as a child, jumping from foster home to foster home, Sangria vowed never to feel that way again. But the promise of what Vance offered pulled at her insides, and tugged at her legs. Could she finally just let go and feel real raw emotion?
With sounds of encouragement, Vance eased her legs even further apart, and pushed her forward forcing her to arch her back. She allowed him to maneuver her, to control her. He was the expert and she put herself in his capable hands, literally.
“That’s it, baby,” he purred as he slipped another two long fingers into her, pumping them in and out at a tortuous lazy pace. “You feel like liquid silk. So soft and wet.”
His words inflamed her even more. Even without the hot water still pounding down on her skin, she’d be drenched. Everything he was doing to her ignited passions she hadn’t felt in a long time, maybe not ever. And she craved more. So much more.
“Oh fuck, yes,” she hissed as he circled her anus with a finger.
“Hang on, sugar.” He pressed his long digit into her virginal opening, filling her slowly, inch by inch. “Deliciously tight, just the way I like it.”
Sangria clamped her eyes shut as a sizzling whip of electricity shot over her body. She was very near to climaxing. All her muscles started to tremble and quiver in anticipation. She bucked against Vance’s hand as he picked up his pace, thrusting his fingers into her pussy and ass in a delicious rhythmic pattern.
“That’s it baby, come for me,” he panted, adding his tongue to the menage of parts fucking her hard and fast.
All it took was one final lick on her clit, and Sangria orgasmed. In an explosion of white light and total rapture, she cried out. “Yes! Oh, my, God, yes!”
Her legs shook violently but Vance held her up, his fingers still pumping inside her, prolonging her orgasm. She could barely see, nor hear, nor think. All that crossed her mind was total bliss. Slowly, her climax ebbed, but he was still there at her pussy, licking her, keeping the shocks and jolts of pleasure searing through her like lightning. She wanted to push him away to allow her to think, but at the same time, she wanted him to keep his assault going so she would never have to again.
“Oh, baby, you taste so fucking good.” Finally, he relinquished his hold on her sex, but gave her quivering flesh one final lap with his tongue.
Eventually, reason came back to her in a rush, and she was able to draw air without panting. Clawing her way up the shower stall, she managed to stand. Every muscle in her body still trembled with exertion and spent passion.
