He touched the wall, to gain perspective, and marched into the room to his left. “Alexa?” he called. He drew in some air, positive he’d smell her if she occupied the room. A second later, disappointment loosened his shoulders. Not here.
Cursing under his breath, he left the room, and in returning to the hall, bumped into some piece of furniture. An ache stung his knee, but not enough to deter him from his goal.
“Don’t get injured, cowboy,” she said from a distance. “I’ll need all your parts.”
Encouraged, he followed the sound of her voice, quickening his pace, determination igniting inside him like a rocket. He reached the last room at the end of the hall, touching the threshold, calling her. “Alexa?”
Before she answered, he caught a whiff of her scent, and exhaled a long sigh of satisfaction. “I know you’re in here.”
“Aren’t you smart?” she said, and he felt her presence near him even before she touched his shirt. “I say let’s get you out of these clothes.”
He lifted his arms, and she pulled the shirt over his head. Then, she unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, taking his boxer briefs with them. Completely naked and still with his eyes blindfolded, he’d never been so exposed to a woman in such a way. Vulnerable.
Yet, only excitement pumped in his veins. She took him into her mouth, without any warning, and he threw back his head, shivering from the shot of awareness lifting from his core. Holy shit. She didn’t waste time, did she?
She pressed her hands on his ass, bringing his cock deeper into her mouth. She squeezed his balls and let his cock slip out of her mouth just enough for her sexy moan to fill the air, followed by a “Hhhhmmm…”
“Don’t stop, baby,” he whispered, grabbing a chunk of her hair and pulling it to position his dick into her mouth again. “I love to fuck your mouth.”
Damn. If he didn’t finish, he’d die. His heart drummed in his chest so fast, he had to will himself to stay upright and not let his knees buckle under the increasing pressure. She accepted him, her lips clinging to his meat, her tongue grazing over his smooth skin. For good measure, she also clasped his cock, the extra inches her mouth couldn’t take, and stroked him vigorously.
He thrust his cock deeper, and she took it, greedily, her throat muscles latching on every inch of him. Zings of pleasure built in his sac, and he continued the motion, retreating halfway then immediately slamming his rod into her mouth. Pulling her hair, he found the perfect mold, fucking her mouth relentlessly, until he could no longer take it and climax detonated through him. Growling, he spilled his seed into her mouth, loosening his hold on her hair until he let go of it completely, but to his surprise, she kept on swallowing his cum to the very end, licking him dry.
His heart rate took its sweet time to decrease. When she removed her lips from his now semi-soft cock, a cold draft swirled around him. He removed the blindfold, tossing it to the side, to find her standing in front of him. She licked the corner of her lips, hair disheveled after he’d stroked it, face flushed. “This is the best damn tour I’ve ever been on.”
A delicious smile curved her naughty mouth. “Good. I’d hate to be a bad hostess.”
God. What would he do with this woman? Where had she been all his life? “That’d be impossible. Now, you promised to show me your toy collection. A deal is a deal.”
She disappeared into the walk-in closet, leaving him to contemplate her master bedroom. Elegant and minimalist, it reminded him of her. If one judged the gray walls and no-nonsense furniture, anyone could sleep there. Could be a guest room.
But the little details, like the white accent pieces adding femininity and lightness, the old-Hollywood glamour type silver lamps with beads and the black and white pictures on the wall added a personal touch.
He eyed the candles burning on either side of the nightstand, filling the air with notes of flowers. And the bed. King-sized, adorned with a lavish bedspread, giving him all kinds of dirty ideas.
When she reappeared holding a large plastic container, he rushed to help her, but she outmaneuvered him and put the box on the bed. Without bothering to put his clothes back on, he erased the distance between them, anticipation sizzling in his veins as she opened the box.
He studied the contents: a good amount of dildos, vibrators, some still in boxes. “Have you tried all of these?”
“I’d get no work done if I had. Some of them I stored because they looked nice, but never really got to breaking them in. And some—”
“Some…” He tilted his head to the side, upping his eyebrow, curious.
She shrugged. “Some I’ve used for myself.”
His heart came to a halt, his lungs constricting. Oral sex should have given him release, at least enough for them to carry a conversation, but the image of her pleasuring herself, naked in the big bed, put his libido on high alert. “Show me.”
She peeled off her clothes, flinging them across the room playfully, giving him the show he craved. Completely naked, she retrieved a pink vibrator from the pile, and climbed on the bed. Flames of defiance burned in her eyes, challenging him to watch her and resist joining her. He stepped toward the bed but didn’t go any farther than the few inches away from the frame. If he as much as sat on it, they’d fuck, and he wanted to watch her first.
She sat against the frame, planting her feet on the bedspread, and parting her thighs. Seductively, she opened her legs far enough so he
