Ecstasy (A Contemporary Romance) (10 page)

As she continued to detonate in her seat, the
waiter set down their plates and then since they were obviously
ignoring him, he stepped away from the table again without a
word.

Charlie whispered, “You’re so beautiful,” and
it was enough to make her close her eyes and fall back into her
chair, holding onto the remote for dear life as she fell deeper and
deeper into the void.

When she finally resurfaced, it took her
several long moments to figure out what had happened, to remember
where she was. All she knew was that Charlie was with her, as he
had been for every one of the best sexual releases she had ever
experienced.

She took in his broad grin across the table,
and the expectant, slightly nervous look on his face suddenly made
her want to shout out with happiness.

“Wow,” Charlie said. “That was more intense
than I thought it would be.” He looked a little worried as he said,
“Are you angry with me?”

“Nope,” she said matter of factly. “It was a
great lesson. At least as good as one and two.” Taking a sip of
champagne she leaned closer to him across the table and said, “I
have to tell you, I can’t wait to find out what you have planned
for lesson four.”

The look of surprise on Charlie’s face turned
into laughter and he relaxed back into his chair.

“You certainly are full of surprises,” he
said with obvious appreciation.

Candace just smiled a new
I’m-All-Woman-So-Watch-Out smile. She waved the waiter over to
their table.

“Could you pack up our food into a doggy bag
and leave it up at the front desk?” she asked him sweetly. “We just
remembered a meeting we need to be at right away.” Reaching into
her purse, she threw a wad of twenty-dollar bills onto the table
and stood up.

She held out her hand to Charlie. “Come with
me,” she said in a husky voice.

He rearranged the enormous bulge in his
trousers and slid the chair back to stand up. Candace folded her
small hand into his large, warm one and a shiver ran up her
spine.

She was being so naughty! She hardly
recognized herself as the woman she’d been for the past
twenty-eight years.

Stepping outside into the ocean breeze,
laughter bubbled up through her. Kicking off her shoes, she pulled
Charlie along towards the grove of trees several hundred yards from
the restaurant. They walked in silence until they reached the small
forest.

Candace ducked her head to get under the
branches of the nearest cypress tree and stepped inside to find a
small clearing of soft, white sand in the middle of the circle of
huge trees.

She turned to Charlie, who had followed her
into the center of the grove, and put her hands on either side of
his gorgeous face. Standing on her tippy-toes she tilted her neck
to nip at his lips with her teeth. She tasted the salty breeze on
them with her tongue.

“Candy,” he groaned, wrapping his large hands
on her ass, pulling her against his erection, grinding her against
him.

She sank to the sandy floor and he descended
with her, their lips and tongues still entwined in a sensuous
dance.

“You didn’t actually think I was going to let
that huge cock of yours go to waste, did you?” she asked him, mirth
twinkling in her large brown eyes as she unzipped his pants and
pulled out his throbbing penis.

Rolling him over onto his back, she crawled
up on top of him, stroking the velvet skin on his hard-as-steel
cock as she did so. He reached up under her skirt and roughly
pulled the motorized thong from her hips. She moved her legs to
help him get the panties off.

She licked her lips and with great
concentration kneeled above his cock and guided it into her wet
hole with her hand. He leaned up to kiss her and as their lips
found each other, she began to ride him with a ferocity that was
more than he could handle after already watching her explode twice
in her seat at the restaurant.

Her tight, slick cunt sucked his cock so
thoroughly he knew he was going to blow. Wanting to take her with
him he slid his hand up under her skirt and pressed his thumb
against her engorged clit.

Together, they fell into a gulf of intense
pleasure, kissing each other frantically, thrashing heedlessly
against each other as they climbed higher and higher on the soft
sand floor of their private love shack.

After shaking his hand and saying, “Thank you
for a wonderful lesson,” Candace got into her car and drove
away.

Charlie stood in the parking lot and watched
her leave. He was unaccountably disappointed. He had hoped that
maybe they had progressed beyond the handshake. Hell, he'd thought
they had progressed beyond a handshake the minute she started
stripping off her clothes and he had pressed his tongue to her
eager clit.

He ran his hands through his hair and walked
out onto the beach, sitting down on an old log. He knew what was
happening to him and it scared the shit out of him.

Good old Charlie Gibson, writer
extraordinaire of erotic romance, who hadn’t had a serious
girlfriend since his messy divorce five years earlier, was falling
in love.

And he didn’t have a clue how to tell the
object of his affection how he felt.

“So much for being good with dialogue,” he
muttered into the wind and let the waves carry his words away.

* * *

Candace drove home from the restaurant Monday
night still wearing the remote controlled thong, with the controls
stashed neatly in her little purse along with her silk panties. A
balloon of joy was swelling up inside of her chest.

Being with Charlie made her feel good. Okay,
so being with him made her pussy feel incredibly good, but it was
more than just the sexual rush she got whenever he was near
her.

When she was with Charlie, she felt like the
best of her was actually breaking out. The walls she had built up
around her heart to protect herself from pain were falling, one by
one, and even though she was frightened about what lay ahead, she
wasn’t sorry that she had embarked on this crazy ride with
Charlie.

My mentor
, she thought, and laughed
wickedly, thinking about how upset Sheba, Queen of the Sluts, would
be if she knew just how hot and hands-on Charlie’s version of
mentoring actually was.

But in addition to all of the personal
revelations Candace was having, she also felt more inspired to
write than she ever had before. And as soon as she parked her car
and let herself inside the door, she headed straight to her office
and booted up her computer.

Pausing for just a moment to gather her
thoughts, she began to type furiously, the words coming out as fast
as a hard rain.

Jolene felt her innocence falling off of her
in thick sheets. Every time she exploded in Zane’s arms, she
changed just a little bit more. But still, twenty-one years of
Catholic School training was hard to get rid of, no matter how
powerful her orgasms were, no matter how much she loved the feel of
his thick cock between her legs.

All day, she had been working with the local
Catholic church, helping the choir get ready for their annual
performance, and she couldn’t help but wonder if she had fallen in
with the devil.

It wasn’t the first time this thought had
occurred to her. Surrounded by all of the pure, untouched young
girls and the solemn nun who was conducting the practice, Jolene
felt dirty. As if she didn’t deserve to feel the way she felt when
Zane was in the room with her.

No, it was worse than that. All she had to do
was think about Zane, think about his full lips, the way his
stubble scratched her breasts, the tender skin on the inside of her
thighs, and her panties instantly got wet.

That kind of thing only happened to bad
girls. And although Jolene had made a conscious decision to stray
from the path of perfection, she wondered if she had strayed too
far.

Now, as she stood in front of the door to
“Piano Man”, she was tempted to turn and run as fast as she could
back to the life she used to live.

The door flew open, and Zane’s large,
muscular body filled the frame. “Why are you skulking around
outside?” he asked irately. “You know I don’t like you hanging
around by yourself in this neighborhood.”

Jolene scowled at him. It felt so good to
give in to her natural emotions instead of always caging her
responses in politeness.

“
Ha! That’s a good one,” she replied in a
snotty voice. “I’d like to know how anyone on the street is going
to do anything worse to me than the things you’ve already made me
do!”

His eyes narrowed at her sarcastic comment
and roughly he grabbed her by the arm and hauled her inside.
Pushing her up against the wall, he shoved one of his leather-clad
thighs between her legs and pinned her arms up against the
wall.

“
Are you actually telling me that you
think I
made
you grab my head so that you could rub your
cunt all over my tongue?”

She whimpered as his hands tightened on her
wrists. She was aware of the huge bulge in Zane’s tight leather
pants pressing up against her hip, and she couldn’t believe how
much she wanted him to unzip his pants and plunge into her until
she couldn’t see or breathe or even speak.

“
Do you expect me to believe that I
made
you so sensitive that the slightest touch of my tongue on
your clit makes you scream? That I’m to blame because you are so
hot and ready all the time all I have to do is slide into your
pussy an inch and you lose control?”

The way he growled the questions at her,
Jolene was almost afraid to respond. Frankly, she wasn’t sure what
the right answer was anymore.

But before she could say anything, he cursed
and shoved away from her. “I bought a present for you.”

Jolene’s face lit up and she started to move
towards him, saying, “You did? Can I see what it is?” but the look
he gave her was so fierce she instinctively backed up against the
wall again, as if she could hide in between the studs that held the
building up.

Rationally, she knew he would never hurt
her—he was too gentle, too intent on giving her pleasure—but by the
look in his eyes at the moment, she wasn’t sure she knew him at
all.

He walked behind the bar and pulled out a
plastic bag. “If I give this to you, do you promise to do exactly
what I tell you to do?”

Jolene laughed and sassed back at him, “When
have I not done exactly what you’ve told me to do, boss?” She felt
like she was back on solid ground as she waited for him to give her
the present.

He tossed the bag over the counter at her and
she caught it right before it knocked over one of the tea-lights on
a table. “Can I open it right now?”

He shook his head. “Go to the bathroom, and
when you come back out to play, I want you to be wearing what’s in
the bag.”

She cocked her head at him in confusion. “You
bought me clothes? What’s wrong with what I have on?” she asked as
she gestured to her sky blue cocktail dress.

“
Nothing,” he replied, “as long as you
have a thing for nuns.” He shook his head. “Just go. The bar’s
about to open.”

As he turned back to getting the bar ready
for the busy evening ahead, Jolene headed for the bathroom. Barely
staving off her curiosity, she walked into the ladies room and
locked the door behind her. Opening up the bag all she saw was an
itty-bitty scrap of black fabric and wondered just what kind of
game Zane was playing with her.

“
He can’t actually expect me to put this
on!” she exclaimed as she picked up what looked to be a pair of
underwear. She had heard about thongs but had never worn a pair of
them herself. They seemed much too slutty and besides, they didn’t
seem the least bit comfortable.

She wondered what Zane would do if she didn’t
put the thong on. “He’ll never know,” she whispered, but at the
same time, she knew he never did anything without a reason, and the
rapidly emerging bad-girl in her wondered what his reason was.

At the least, she knew he would make her feel
incredibly good when the last customer had left for the night and
it was just the two of them. She still blushed at the thought of
how she had let him penetrate her with the mouth of a beer bottle
the previous night. Not that it didn’t make her scream with joy, of
course, it was just that the whole thing seemed a little crazy.

Jolene was pretty sure that being with a
good girl like her was a new experience for Zane, even though she
was getting to be more and more of an ex-good-girl with every night
she spent at the “Piano Man”. By the looks of the women who threw
themselves at him night after night
—
trashy hair, too-tight
jeans, caked-on makeup
—
she figured the only reason he was
with her was because she was a novelty.

If his reaction to finding out she was a
virgin that first night was anything to go by, he was definitely in
uncharted territory. After his release, she could have sworn he was
about to apologize to her for taking advantage of her, but she
couldn’t stand to hear him say he was sorry about the best thing
that had ever happened to her, so she kissed him before he could
say the words.

She refocused on the thong she was holding
between her thumb and index finger. “What the heck,” she said. “If
he wants me to wear a thong, I’ll wear a thong. And he’ll be the
only person who knows.”

It was a little exciting, she thought, for
him to know she was hardly wearing any underwear underneath her
ankle-length dress.

She slipped off her white cotton panties and
pulled the small slip of material up around her hips. It felt as if
there was something firm tucked up around her vagina lips, and she
shrugged, figuring all thongs came with plastic in the crotch, for
extra support, perhaps?