Enraptured by Mel Teshco Page B

finger back into the glass of whiskey, she
swirled a wet trail over one of his nipples and then the other. He sucked in a
breath when she leaned forward and licked each trail dry. Faint notes of soap
and warm, spiced male teased her nostrils as his already hard nipples became
stiff little peaks, his chest rising and falling sharply beneath her hands.
    His nipples were his erogenous zone. But with their every
encounter she varied the seduction, mixed it up to make sure her next visit
wouldn’t be her last.
    As a high-class call girl, this night alone would secure her
more money than what most people would earn in a handful of months. Except the
money had become only a small incentive to keep her in the business. She could
afford now to be choosy, her clients predominantly a select half dozen.
    She’d discovered a love for sex later in life than most
girls, but unlike many of her “friends” she’d gotten off on the empowerment
that came with fucking a man senseless. The most influential of men had become
completely undone by the thrill of paid sexual release while she…she had been
brought to life, a goddess who’d found her calling.
    She looked up, holding Blaine’s stare as she suckled one of
his nipples. A muscle in his jaw throbbed, undoubtedly in sync to the throbbing
of his cock.
    Only one way to find out.
    Working her way downward, she pressed kisses over his
delicious, silken warm skin, the hard lines of his torso and abs. Regular
boxing, jujitsu and aikido bouts apparently kept him honed and strong. And she
could certainly attest to his bedroom prowess and stamina.
    Unlike her other clients, Blaine had been open about his
life. With each encounter she’d learned a bit more about him. Little things
that drew a bigger picture about him, the man.
    He was partial to cats, though he had no time in his life
right then to own one. Brussels sprouts and liver were never on his menu, while
old-fashioned pot roast and roast vegetables were regular fare. And sex. He
loved sex. Lots of it. But she had a strong feeling he’d be faithful once he
was attached. Whoever was lucky enough to keep his bed warm was one lucky woman
indeed.
    She ignored the unwelcome flash of envy by pushing further
thought aside and concentrating on her client.
    She stopped at his clenched belly to dip a tongue into his
navel then swirl around its rim. His breath rushed out. But it wasn’t until she
kneeled, untied the knotted towel at his hips before taking his steel-hard cock
into her mouth, that his eyes slid closed and his head rocked back.
    “Sweet Jesus,” he groaned, “I don’t pay you nearly enough.”
    They both knew he could get it for free anytime he wanted,
but who was she to argue the point?
    The head of his cock hit the back of her throat before she
slowly retreated, suckling hard as inch by long inch his shaft withdrew. She
swirled her tongue on the head of his cock, lapping up the sticky, salty
essence of his pre-cum before his hips drove forward. With his cock pushed into
the back of her mouth, he reverse thrust, taking up a rhythm that was as
decadent and primal as the taste of his essence.
    She grazed delicate teeth along his hard, veined shaft, his
deep groans intensifying until she wondered how he hadn’t yet exploded into her
mouth.
    He abruptly withdrew. Then, depositing their glasses with a
sharp clank onto a nearby occasional table, he took her hand and helped her to
her feet. And all the while his eyes burned with a dangerous intensity that
somehow suited the music wafting from the speakers. Violins sparkled into a
crescendo as though a wave rushing across a shore.
    “Much as I’m all too tempted to spill into your mouth, I
want more from you…much more,” he said.
    “Intercourse?” she asked, aware he appreciated her dry sense
of humor. Then again, he seemed to appreciate her in any guise.
    He’s not yet seen me slouching around in sweats and a
favorite old t-shirt.
    His smile almost disarmed her, had her