Sophie Oak - Siren in the City

Abby wondered if Jack had met the lovely Sally.

“Now, see, I can feel your anxiety from the other room, gorgeous.” Sam came up behind her, and his hands curled around her shoulders.

She looked at the two of them in the full-length mirror. Sam was wearing jeans and a tight, white T-shirt that molded to his every muscle. He had a boy next door sexiness about him that always got to her. Like Jack, he was five years younger than Abby. He hadn’t even reached his prime, while she was on the other side of hers. It was one of the dirty little tricks Mother Nature played on the female of the species. Men got more attractive as they approached forty, and women just got older.

“Do I even want to know what you’re thinking?” Sam let his hands find her curves. His mouth came down on her shoulder, dropping little kisses across her skin. Everywhere his mouth touched, she felt the skin come to life.

“Probably not.” He wouldn’t understand. She didn’t want to bring him down with her insecurities.

“Abigail,” Sam said, his voice going hard. “Lean forward and press your hands against the mirror. Spread your legs.”

Abby looked at him. She wasn’t offended by the change, merely curious. “What are you playing at, Sam?”

He stepped back and gave her a dark look. His arms crossed his chest, and his sensual mouth became a flat line. “I’m playing at being your Dom, and if you can’t obey me, we won’t be in that club tonight. If you can’t give me the same respect you give Jack, we might as well just have dinner in town and find a movie to watch. It isn’t safe for you to go in there without protection.”

He was right about that. Abby leaned forward, pressing her hands against the cool glass of the mirror. Her curiosity about The Club grew every time Sam mentioned it. She figured she should be discouraged at Sam’s words, but she just found herself more intrigued. She spread her legs wide. She knew what Sam wanted. It was something Jack enjoyed. Or used to, Abby thought, then let it drift out of her mind. She concentrated on finding her balance in the five-inch Jimmy Choos Sam had insisted she wear out of the store.

“That’s more like it.” Sam’s hands stroked along her thighs. “I like this, Abby. I love how these shoes make your legs look a million miles long.” He gently snapped the back of her thong. “And I love this little piece of string between the cheeks of your hot little ass. It looks very sexy on you.” He leaned over and placed a kiss on the small of her back. Because he was Sam, he couldn’t just leave it there. His tongue came out and traced a line just to the top of her ass where her cheeks met.

Abby sighed as she felt the sweet stirrings of arousal. Her pussy was already soft and ripe. She needed this. She needed Sam. She moaned and pushed back against his hand when it cupped her pussy. She stirred against him, wanting his fingers in her cunt. A sudden thought split through her growing need. “Someone will be delivering those packages soon, Sam.” They’d gone a little crazy and bought far too much to cart back on the motorcycle. The stores hadn’t minded shipping everything to Julian Lodge’s building.

He got down on his knees in between her legs. Abby now saw why he was so insistent on the shoes. She was petite, but the shoes put her at the perfect height for his mouth to reach her pussy.

“No, they won’t.” Sam breathed the words, and she could feel the heat of his mouth through the scrap of silk she wore. He ran his tongue over the silk. “I put a sign on the door. Trust me, baby, that sign means something here. No one’s going to disturb us.” He slid his hands under the sides of the thong. “This is pretty, but it’s getting in my way. It’s time to take the wrapping off my dessert.” She obediently let him drag the undies off. Sam pressed his nose right into her labia. He breathed in deeply. Abby knew he loved her scent. Sam was an incredibly tactile lover. He used his thumbs to part her folds. She watched him from above. He reveled in the cream he found dripping from her pussy.

“I love how wet you get,” he muttered before leaning in for his first taste of the day.

Abby groaned as his incredibly talented tongue swiped across her pussy. Her clit was already begging for his attention. She could feel it pulsing with need.

Sam teased her. His tongue laved gently while his thumb just barely penetrated her. He set a steady, maddening rhythm that had her panting, but kept her just on the edge. Just a single inch in and then out again with his thumb. His tongue whirled tantalizingly but as soft as a whisper. It felt exquisite, but it wasn’t anywhere close to enough.

“Do you want to come, baby?” Sam’s deep drawl hummed along her flesh.

“Yes. Oh, please.” Abby moaned as his thumb began to thrust firmly into her channel. She pushed down against him. It was something Jack would punish her for, but Sam ignored. He got too involved in the sex. He got lost in the feeling and forgot to remain in control of the encounter. Sam’s tongue lashed against her clit. Abby pressed against the sensation, riding his tongue. Again, it was something Jack would have spanked her for. By this point, Jack would have her tied down so she couldn’t disobey again. Well, that’s what the old Jack would have done.

Sam just sucked her clit into his mouth while he fucked her with his fingers. Abby felt her womb clench, and the orgasm rolled over her like a warm wave. Sam pulled his fingers out and his face came up, catching her eyes and connecting them. She knew what he would do next. He slowly, lovingly licked his fingers clean.

“I love the way you taste.” Sam’s blue eyes were filled with anticipation as he got to his feet. He placed himself between her and the mirror. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. She could taste her orgasm on his tongue. His hands found the front closure on the bra he’d insisted she buy, and suddenly it hit the floor. He cupped her breasts and tugged on her nipples.

“It’s my turn, baby,” he growled. “Get on your knees.”

He was trying. He just didn’t have Jack’s authority. Abby obediently got to her knees. Sam was always impatient. He already had his jeans and boxers around his knees, and his big dick was in his hand. It was a gorgeous cock. It was big and perfectly shaped, from the bulbous head all the way to his tight balls. Abby leaned over and swiped it with her tongue. She gathered the pre-cum dripping from the head and eagerly drank it down.

“What do you want me to do?” Abby tried to lead him along. He should be barking orders. He should be directing her.

His smile was bright, not dark and dangerous. “Get me hard enough to fuck you, baby.”

Abby sighed. He was already hard enough to pound nails. He was never going to successfully play the Dom. Maybe he could pass, but not if anyone looked closely. Sam was a happy-go-lucky guy. He was light where Jack was dark. Abby ran her tongue from the base of his cock to the head. She might miss Jack’s dominance, but she knew she was damn lucky to have Sam for a lover.

“Baby, suck harder, please,” he practically begged.

Abby sucked him deep, taking him into the back of her throat. She pulled back. She gave up on the teaching portion of this sexual episode. The truth of the matter was she didn’t want Sam to be Jack. She loved him the way he was. Her head fell back, taking in Sam in all his glory. “I believe you said something about fucking me, Sam.”

“I did, indeed,” Sam replied with a breathtaking smile. He kicked off his pants and pulled his T-shirt over his head, tossing it to the sink. He hauled her up and into his arms.

Abby felt delicate and feminine as he carried her through the suite. This was just what she needed to feel good. It was hard to worry about age or sagging boobs when a gorgeous hunk of man would do just about anything to fuck you.