Night with Sole Regret

TEMPT ME XVIII

Within seconds, Madison joined him, splashing his chest as she settled on the opposite side of the tub. When the level of the water reached his shoulders, she turned off the taps and sat before him with her back facing his chest, leaving at least a foot of distance between them. He knew what she was after. She liked that he couldn’t keep his hands off her. Since he wouldn’t want to disappoint her, he tugged her back against his front and waited for her to relax before he released his hold. They were both used to f*****g like rabbits whenever they were naked and in each other’s sights, so it took her a moment to go limp against him and just enjoy the soothing heat and Jacuzzi jets. The weight of her body felt wonderful against his chest and belly. She felt so right and real tucked against him, as if she belonged in that exact spot.

Adam didn’t mean to get sexually excited again, but he couldn’t stop his c**k from finding the rump pressed against it extremely arousing. And damned if his hands didn’t have minds of their own as they moved to gently massage the soft globes of her breasts. His disobedient fingers couldn’t help but toy with her n*****s when those delightful buds hardened into tight tips against his palms. It was totally not his fault that he couldn’t be around her for any length of time without wanting to sample every delight her body so willingly offered him.

“Adam?”

“Hmm?” he murmured, not sure how it was possible to be relaxed and excited at the same time.

“Will you show me more naughty things?”

He grinned and rubbed his nose against her neck just behind her ear. “What kinds of naughty things?”

“Everything. I want to experience everything with you.”

“I don’t know everything.”

“You know more than I do. And I could look some things up and we can try them out,” she said.

He couldn’t see her face, but he knew she’d be blushing.

“I mean, if you want to.”

“If I was a betting man, and I am, I’d put my money on you being far kinkier than I am.”

She giggled. “I’ll make that a goal.”

Dear lord, he’d created a monster—a very sweet and sexy monster, one he was more than willing to experiment with sexually, but a monster just the same. Her fingertips lightly stroked his outer thighs beneath the warm water. Every inch of him was aware of every inch of her.

“What goes on at those s*x clubs you go to?” she asked.

“Used to go to,” he corrected. “Why do you keep asking about it?”

She shrugged. “You said you liked to perform, but never explained what that means, so I figured I’d go find out for myself.”

Absolutely not. He knew what those places were like, and he didn’t want her anywhere near one by herself. “I’d be happy to show you.”

“No arguments from me. Every time you show me something new, I’m rewarded with mind-blowing orgasms.”

“Are you sure? It requires an audience.”

She went still. “An audience?”

He could already picture her tangled in the bed sheets on the stage, her thighs spread wide, his mouth working fervently to make her scream so all those watching knew how hard he made her come.

“I know of this really great place in New Orleans,” he said. “It’s fairly exclusive; they don’t let just any average Joe off the street join. I have a few days off tour next week. If you want to go, I’m sure I could get us in.”

“What would I have to do?”

“Nothing. Let me please you. Let me perform.”

“Would I have to be naked?”

He chuckled. “Mostly.”

“And people would see me naked? People I don’t know?”

“We’ll both wear masks. No one will know it’s you, except me.”

“But I’ll know it’s me.”

He kissed the crown of her head. “It’s okay. It’s not for everyone.”

She didn’t say anything for a long moment, so he figured she’d let the idea drop. He should have known better.

“I want to be open to try things you like Adam. You’re always willing to give me what I like. Do you really like to perform in front of an audience?”

He chuckled. “Let’s just say before I met you, it was my favorite s*x act.”

“And now?”

“You’re my favorite s*x act.”

“So if you performed on me . . . ”

His entire body stiffened, splashing water out of the tub as he reached for solid porcelain to steady himself. “I’d probably come so hard my balls would launch into outer space.”

She laughed. “We don’t want your balls to end up in orbit.”

“You’re right. That doesn’t sound pleasant.”

“But I do want to see how hard I can make you come,” she said. “I could give performing a try. Next week in New Orleans?”

“No pressure,” he said.

“If I change my mind, I can back out, right?”

“Of course,” he said, but he had some ideas on how to get her excited about the idea so she wouldn’t change her mind.

Madison sat there for several minutes and he gave her the time to think it through. He didn’t want her to feel like she couldn’t tell him no. When he said no pressure, he meant it.

“Okay, New Orleans next week. I’m in.” She sounded like she’d just agreed to a bank heist. She took a deep breath. “Tell me what to expect.”

He withheld his victory dance and played it cool. “Not saying. I want you to be surprised.” He pressed his hands between her thighs and forced her legs apart. “But I know you’ll like it,” he whispered in her ear. “You’ll like strangers watching you beg for penetration. You’ll like when they watch you come.” He stroked her c**t, and she thrashed in the water. “Their attention will make you so hot.”

“I’ll be embarrassed,” she said.

“Just remember, I’m the only one who will know it’s you.”

“Everyone wears masks?” she asked.

“Except for the director.” He smirked. “He wears a hood.”

“What?” Her entire body trembled against him. “What do you mean? Who’s the director?”

“You’ll find out next week. I’m not saying any more.”

“Adam! Don’t tease me. Tell me what will happen.”

But he had plans to tease her all week with hints and messages so that by the time they arrived at La Petite Mort, she’d be so excited by the idea of performing, she wouldn’t even question it.

“Every man in the room will be jealous of me eating out this p***y,” he whispered into her ear. He cupped her mound and squeezed, his fingertips sliding between her swollen folds. “I’m going to hold you wide open so they can see my tongue licking your sweet c*m. They’ll see how much I relish it, and will be salivating for a taste, but only I can have it. It’s mine.”

She groaned. “How many will be watching?”

“We won’t know until the time comes. It might be a few or as many as thirty. And they’ll all have their c***s in their hands by the time I’m finished with you.”

She rocked her hips, rubbing her mound against his hand. “Oh God, just the thought is making me hot.”

He stroked her swollen c**t rhythmically beneath the water. He wasn’t quite ready to make love to her yet—he was really enjoying the water jets against his back—but he loved that she was getting all hot and bothered by making future plans. Mostly because it meant they had a future.

He caressed her c**t faster—faster—until her hips bucked and she rocked her mound against his hand as she came. The back of her head crashed against his shoulder as she cried out in ecstasy.

“You’re going to give all of our spectators raging hard-ons when you come all sexy like that.” It certainly made his c**k stiff. “Make lots of noise for me, Madison. Don’t hold it in. You have to let our audience know how much I please you.”

“I’ll be loud,” she said breathlessly. “I’ll scream if you want me to.”

Her body went limp, and he held her against his chest, nose buried in her fragrant hair. She relaxed and let him hold her. This was what he’d been craving all evening—calm, quiet closeness. He had no doubt that she’d soon have him worked into a frenzy again, but for now this was nice. Sometimes nice was exactly what he needed.

They sat for a long while in silence. His eyelids were drooping lethargically when she asked, “Are there other kinds of s*x clubs?”

He chuckled. Yep, his sexually curious little monster would definitely have him pawing her like an animal in record time. “There are the ones that Kellen prefers.”

She tilted her head to look at him over her shoulder. “What is Kellen into anyway?”

“His nickname didn’t give it away?”

“Cuff? Don’t you call him that because he wears those leather cuffs on his wrists?”

“That’s exactly why we call him Cuff.”

She looked completely perplexed—her forehead furrowed and lips pursed. As adventurous and sexy as the woman was, he loved these glimpses of her innocence. She was losing a bit of the quality as her eyes opened to experiences beyond the ordinary, but he doubted she’d ever completely lose her basic purity, and he didn’t want her to.

“He loves to restrain a woman so she can’t resist all the dirty, kinky things he does to her body,” he whispered in her ear.

Madison shuddered against him. “Oh! Does he s***k them?”

“If they ask nicely.”

“I want you to do that to me,” she said.

Adam visualized her with her arms restrained behind her back and her legs secured spread so that her scrumptious ass and sweet p***y were exposed to his delight. He could lick and suck on her for hours, and she wouldn’t be able to get away or tempt him into taking her quickly. He doubted he’d s***k her at all. Even if she asked nicely. He nibbled gently on her ear, as if blood wasn’t surging into his c**k at the thought of her bound and at his mercy. “If that’s what you want.”