Chapter 10

At six o’clock on the dot, doorbell chimes echoed through the house. My eyebrows arched. Why hadn’t Mandy just crossed our backyards? After rising from a chair and a quick peek at the roast, I slipped into the jacket of a dark suit. Once in the foyer, a pause let my heartbeat slow before I opened the door.

What met my eyes made the universe shift to the left and wobble. Everything Mi had said whipped through a mind struggling to take in the vision standing before me.

Gorgeous sable hair gleaming atop her head, Mandy was radiant. Sultry makeup enhancing fine-boned beauty sent my pulse soaring again. When I scanned an ankle-length black cloak held by a large button at her throat, she quivered. That shiver made the silk shimmer. Below it, the tall, narrow heels of glossy black shoes scraped the concrete as her feet shifted.

“Should I unwrap you now?” I asked, stepping outside to finger the button. A delicate, aromatic perfume swirled into my nostrils.

“I ... um, went shopping today,” was her only reply.

“Just for me?”

She gave me a slow nod and chewed lips shiny with deep red lipstick. As I undid the button, a shudder rippled through her, again making the cloak glimmer. As the thin material parted, my jaw dropped.

“Sexy little tease,” I muttered, adding a low whistle.

That beautiful visage flushed bright crimson as a hunger-filled grin slid onto my face. All that clung to the lithe frame were the skimpiest panties of sheer black silk, lined with tiny lace flowers, and a matching bra. Plus, a sexy-as-hell black lace garter held the dark stockings on those divine legs.

“Only lingerie?” I whispered.

Came close to chuckling; the direct inverse of her restaurant prank. Well, she certainly knew how to change things up and keep little old me interested. Oh, and the surge in my cock said its owner was very interested.

Our eyes met. That glimmer appeared. Was Mi correct? Why was my heart beating so fast? Yeah, that look. Mandy wouldn’t say it, but there was more, much more, than physical attraction between us.

Once the cloak draped my hands, she was left standing on the porch, bared to the world. While the neighbors might’ve been sparse, she’d chosen to walk right up to the front door in next to nothing. Not in a coat that could be sealed, but in a cloak that would flap with each step.

“Turn.” I gestured in a slow circle. “Wanna see all of you.”

Still silent but for a tiny gulp, she obeyed. Those glossy heels scratched as nervous steps took her in a languid spin. When my fingers found the sleek warmth of her stomach as she pivoted, a sharp inhale blasted from those waxy lips. Once halted, she gazed up at me.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” I stated while nodding. “Who are you?”

“I...” Those shimmering blue pools zipped to her house before flicking back to me. “I am your, um, naughty ... Naughty little slut, Jim.”

“Uh-huh.”

My hand skimmed downward, running over the pretty lace waistband and onto heated silk. Her breathing hitched when my fingers curved to cup a mound much hotter and damp. She whimpered, but those heels scratched as they eased apart, and I grinned.

“How long you been this wet?” I asked.

“Since...” She sucked on her lips, and those gorgeous blue eyes flickered wider. “Um, all afternoon.”

“Oh, really? And how can I help?”

“Y-you could fuck me.”

Nope, not waiting for us to play our usual game. Desperation had filled her voice. My hand left her, and she swayed forward.

“Again?” I asked.

“Yes, pl-please, Jim. I really need to be fucked ... again.”

Whether or not Mi was correct, my craving for the tremor-wracked woman before me was boundless. The fires ablaze in those azure pools declared her desire for me. About the rest ... later. At least, that’s what I told myself as my grip found shaking fingers.

“Okay. Come in.”

After leading her inside and closing the door, I hung the cloak on a hook. My fingertips skimming the slick heat of a writhing spine gained me a long, guttural moan. When my hand dropped to cup that firm, compact ass, she rolled glossy lips, muffling another whimper. On the way to the dining room, she pushed herself into my palm mid-step, coming close to losing her balance.

Eyes twinkling, the poor woman was already beyond aroused. A change of plans was in order.

After placing her hands on the back of a chair, I scooted her dinnerware to my place. At first, she watched in silence with a puzzled look on her face. But when I dashed into the kitchen only to stumble and skid into a counter, a laugh escaped shiny lips.

“Aww, poor Jim.” A long, red-nailed fingertip slid into the tiny bra. “Is my little outfit too distracting?”

Before I could answer, a glossy pink tongue flickered as the black lace was swept aside, exposing a prominent nipple. The little tease! Gods, she was fun. With a chuckle despite a cock surging in slacks suddenly too tight, I slapped together our plates. As crimson nails pinched the rubbery stem, her sharp moaning serenaded my efforts.

At last, our food sat on the table beside a pair of glasses. She said nothing, but the fingers kept twisting and her moans deepened as I poured a vintage red.

Though she remained silent when I took a seat, the hand not tormenting that stiff nipple was white-knuckled, squeaking on the back of the chair. Her glance flicked from our plates to the obvious bulge in my crotch before returning to my face.

“Come here.” I patted my thigh.

She shot into motion; the fingers left her bare tit to jiggle as those heels clicked toward me. No sooner had my hand risen to guide her sideways into my lap than a wavering moan tore from her. No hesitation, she settled, and as the warmth of her body sank into me, trembling fingernails slid across my back. When she nuzzled into me, her next groan, muffled by the jacket, drove rippling tremors through my core.

The swirling aromas of perfumes, store-bought and her sweetness, tickled my nose and made the room blur. As her sigh heated my chest, I lowered my lips to dark, silken tresses and held her tight. When her fingers found my cheek, she shifted to look at me.

“I like this, Jim.” She gulped at the sudden surge of my trapped shaft. An impish grin appeared as a silk-clad thigh rubbed the rising hardness. “Hmm, seems you like it, too.”

With sparkling blue eyes boring into me, this guy was more than liking her presence. My heart was ceaseless thunder. She caressed my cheek as my fingers roamed a sleek, stockinged leg. Time simply faded away. Her lips rose, parting. Everything Mi had said flashed into me. Yes! Yes, I wanted Mandy. As my own. Damn the universe! Damn the gods!

“Still want it all?” I murmured, leaning closer.

“Yes, Jim.” The shine on her mouth grew, and a small hand tugged at the rear of my neck, pulling me nearer. “With you, anything.”

Amid matching moans, our lips mashed. Her dainty tongue poked mine. Despite her outfit and my obvious reaction, this promised not to be a hurried, lust-filled kiss. As she pressed into me, her lashes fluttered shut and her heartbeat raced to catch the one speeding in my chest.

So long. It had been so very long.

No sounds existed but heavy breathing, the swish of taut lace over my suit, and our pounding heartbeats. The room wobbled in and out of focus as soft lips smeared waxy lipstick over my hungry mouth. When she pushed a hand between us to press into the slacks, my gasp flooded our mouths, and I leaned away.

“Dinner first”—my heart thumped to a halt, and I ran my tongue over my wax-smeared lips—”naughty little slut.”

Wow, did those eyes ever gleam! While nodding slowly at me, she kept her fingers firm on the trousers. A gentle squeeze made the world quiver, and a smile appeared on smeared lipstick. Yep, whatever else we meant to each other, whether ready to admit it yet, the minx wanted to earn that title.

My palm gave that silken thigh an answering press. The leg trembled, and her eyes shimmered: I’d help her earn it. She’d said anything, and given a lifetime as long as mine, a lot of knowledge had been gained.

Lesson numero uno: never rush.

Air hissed from her when I slid the tiny lace triangle back over her tit and placed a glass in her shaking hand. As I raised my wine to tap the rim, her gaze deepened. While she managed a shaky sip, my fork dipped into her food. Her eyes became saucers as the forkful rose toward her, but after a slow lean to accept the utensil into quivering lips, she arched both eyebrows. She grinned and nodded as I smiled.

Yeah, little old me had mastered more than a few kitchen arts. Well, had plenty of time to practice.

While my fork continued to move, alternating between us, my hand on that sleek leg kept her close. All the while, her gaze remained on me, and those fingers continued to massage an aching shaft. Nope, she wasn’t making this easy, the little tease. Who was seducing whom?

When I chuckled at the thought while sliding the final forkful between her lips, her eyebrow arched. She said nothing while letting me wipe her mouth with a white linen napkin, but the glass rising in her hand halted.

“Wow, Jim,” she whispered. “That was amazing.”

“You’re amazing.”

Oh, I was gonna add a light-hearted comment about her being damn fine motivation, but the napkin dropped from my fingers. A growl died as I gulped the last of my wine. Eyes aglow, she followed suit.

Again, we rode the same wavelength. The empty glass landed on the table, and she grasped my wrist. My heart thumped as she moved my digits to that flat stomach. Beneath warm, silken skin, rippling muscles grew chaotic. While chewing shiny lips, the imp drove my fingertips lower, pushing into the tight waistband of cute flowers.

“Jim, I need—”

She never finished. My hand plunged, gliding through soft curls until finding damp warmth. As folds parted with a quiet slurp, my palm glided over a heated spike. With a hungry sound that sent my pulse skyward, she arched backward. Lace-trimmed, shimmering black triangles stretched across jiggling tits. A matching groan escaped me when her grip clenched my hardness.

Nope, we weren’t gonna make it to dessert. Plus, as my scan swept the table, fuck doing the dishes as well.

With vivid blue blazing at me, I pulled shiny fingers free of her panties and lifted her shaking frame from my lap. As she wobbled on the heels, I rose, gripped a small hand, and led her upstairs. Neither of us spoke as we headed for my bedroom at the end of a narrow hallway.

Although I flicked on the lights and walked her into the middle of the room, she slid from my grip to spin while scanning the space. The first night we’d spent together had been a whirl, and in the darkness, not much had been visible. When her eyes returned to me, they were narrowed.

Yeah, a lonely man’s bedroom. After Debbie, the walls had been repainted a boring eggshell. A few mellow prints hung in unremarkable frames, doing their best to break up the sameness. Curtains with a simplistic brown and tan pattern framed a single large window, offering a view of the backyard. An open doorway led to a white and blue-tiled bathroom. A walk-in closet with half its space empty.

Though a king-sized, carved mahogany four-poster remained, gone were the pink flowers. Instead, a comforter of muted beige covered a new mattress. White and blue pillows were an unkempt pile before the solid headboard.

One of a matching pair of antique cherry bedside tables was cluttered with mostly read tombs and an ancient alarm clock radio. Its red digital numbers glowed with a nuclear brightness. Time, my oldest friend. A half bottle of expensive scotch also graced the surface ... for medicinal use.

The other nightstand was bare. As was a cherry-topped make-up table with a small, pink-cushioned chair. Couldn’t get myself to toss that little desk. Sometimes I’d awaken to find Debbie sitting there, primping. As if she’d ever needed primping.

Mandy’s eyes softened. I gave her a shaky grin.

A long dresser topped by a mirror stood across from the foot of the bed. Beside it was Debbie’s tall, six-drawer bureau. Though it sat empty but for the lowest drawer, couldn’t get rid of that either.

All in the past, and I shoved it aside to focus on the lean physique quivering before me. My fingers went to the suit jacket. It dropped away, and the shirt soon followed. Her lips puckered at the sight of the scars marking my hide. Somehow, those pretty eyes grew even softer.

After turning from her, I removed the trousers and took my time folding and placing them atop the dresser. When I once again faced her, a long whimper slipped from trembling lips, and hunger-starved pools inspected my stiff mast. A shiver wormed from the base of that wobbling protrusion to my skull.

Smile on my face, I walked to the nightstand to grab the scotch. My hand tugged the chair from the makeup table to the side of the bed. After sitting, I tossed my phone onto the comforter and unscrewed the bottle cap.

“This what you want”—While gripping my throbbing shaft in one fist, I grinned at her—”my naughty ... little ... slut?”

“Mm-hmm.” Those eyes flicked between my smile and my rod. “Oh, please, J-Jim ... All day ... God, uh, I need it.”

“What?”

A quick tilt of the bottle and smooth fire slid down my throat. The heady aroma of quality booze merged with the alluring perfume and the syrupy scent of arousal from a dark, glittery stripe in the silk on her pelvis.

“I need your big cock inside me, Jim! Please!”

As her strident voice echoed, her tongue zipped around shaking lips. Hmm, now the little tease didn’t want to play games? Too bad. With a grin, I reclined and gestured at her with the bottle of sloshing amber goodness.

“Gonna have to earn it.”

Again, her gaze flicked between my grin and a dick so full it was dribbling. An eyebrow arched. Her head tilted. Yep, confused her. My arousal was obvious. So was hers; those nipples were about to punch through both taut silk triangles, and the stripe in the tiny panties was growing by the second. Ah, but remember the first lesson? Where’s the fun in rushing?

Plus, would the quivering imp play a game for me, even if she didn’t want to?

“Your turn.” At my voice, she jolted. I pointed to her outfit. “Show me how naughty you can be.”

A tap on my phone and sultry jazz filled the room. She sucked those glossy lips; her gaze dropped to scan herself. Oh, but when those twin blue sapphires rose, the twinkles in them made me shudder. My dick sent another healthy globule over my fist; her eyebrow arched. That mischievous grin appeared. Yep, she’d noticed.