Six Weeks of Seduction by Ellis O. Day

CHAPTER 64:  NICK

When Nick found Sarah at Walmart she had a cart full of stuff. “Hey, what you got there?” He was trying hard not to laugh. She was adorable when drunk and happy and today she was both.

“Isn’t this place great?” She grinned at him. “They have everything.” She dug in her cart and pulled out some oil. “This heats up with friction.” She leaned close to him. “I think we can get some friction going, don’t you.” Her eyes dropped to his pants.

He snatched the lotion as a few people glanced at them. “Yes, I think we can.” He grabbed the cart. She was so damn cute. Her hair was rumpled and she had a silly grin on her face. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her but that’d get him in trouble because one kiss with Sarah was never enough. “Come on. Let’s go home and try out your oil.”

“I’d like that.” She trailed after him. “Did you get the handcuffs?”

“Shhh.” He laughed as a few women glanced at them.

“Oh. Right. Sorry.” She took his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too.” This was the first time she’d made him feel like she wanted him for more than sex. Before her, he never would’ve thought being wanted only for sex would’ve bothered him, but he wanted more with her. He could hold her hand for hours, just being near her made him feel—full, content and happy.

They got in line and he pulled out his wallet.

“I’ll pay for my stuff.” She dug in her purse.

“I got it.”

“No. I went shopping. I picked it all out. I’m paying.”

That wasn’t happening but she was stubborn and he wasn’t in the mood to fight. If they did that here, they’d only fight. If they did it at home, they’d fight and fuck.

She pushed in front of him to get to the cashier.

“Did you remember limes?” He’d seen them in the cart. “We need them for the margaritas.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I think so.”

“Check the bags. We don’t want to forget them.”

She started searching the bags and he paid the cashier.

“Here they are?” She grinned at him, holding up the bag with the limes.

“Great. Let’s go make some margaritas.” He led her outside to his car.

He loaded the groceries and got into the car. She was flopped against the seat, staring out the window. He prayed she didn’t pass out before they got home because she was so cute and all the talk about handcuffs and oil had him rearing to go.

“I want to give you a blow job while you drive.”

“Oh, no.” He stepped on the gas. They needed to get home soon.

“Oh, yeah.” She leaned toward him.

He put his hand on her forehead, keeping her from lowering herself to his lap. “As soon as we get home.” Her hand skimmed over his thigh and across his cock. “We don’t even have to get out of the car. We can do it in the garage.”

She slid her hand inside his pants. The breath hissed between his teeth.

“Sarah, stop. I’m driving.” Her hand wrapped around his growing cock. “It….fuck. That feels good.”

“Let go of my head and it’ll feel better.”

“If I let go of your head, we’ll get in an accident.”

She ran her thumb over the tip of his penis. “Stop the car.”

“I can’t stop the car. We’re in the middle of the street.”

She laughed. “Pull into a parking lot.”

“We’ll get arrested.” Shit, when had he become some old eunuch? No, this was crazy. He wasn’t going to let her suck him off in some parking lot. “Sarah, we can’t.” He stopped at a light and grabbed her hand, shoving her back to her side of the car. “Stop it.”

She frowned, her lip jutting out in a pout. “Fine.”

“As soon as we get home—”

“No. I don’t want to do it now.”

His jaw clenched as he followed the other cars. “This isn’t a good side to you.”

She shrugged. “It’s your fault. I was having a great day.” She smiled. “A wonderful day. The best day I had in years and now you ruined it. All I wanted to do was suck your dick, but no, you’re too scared.”

“All you wanted to do was get us killed or arrested. Jesus, are you sure you only had three margaritas?”

“Yeah, but they were doubles. Oh,”—she bit her lip and a jolt of heat went straight to his crotch—"I had a shot too. No two shots of tequila.”

“Fuck.” He drove faster. She was going to pass out before he got her home and then he’d have to take a cold shower or jerk off. Neither was appealing. “So, what happened that made this such a great day?” Changing the subject should keep her awake and away from his dick.

“I went to Walmart and Chili’s.”

“Okay.” He glanced at her. “What happened there that was so wonderful?”

Her mouth opened and then snapped shut. “It’s not important. It was just a good day.” She turned and stared out the window.

“Tell me. Please.” He was getting really tired of her keeping secrets and pushing him away.

“You wouldn’t understand.”

But Peter would. He didn’t say it but he wanted to. “Who did you meet with today?”

She paused. “No one.”

“You said you had a meeting.”

“I did.”

“Then who did you meet with.”

“It was personal.”

Personal. Fuck. She wasn’t cheating on him. She wasn’t. She’d called him because she was horny. Women who were fooling around with their old boyfriends didn’t do that. “You said it was a business meeting.”

“It was. It was a personal, business meeting.”

He pulled the car into the garage and got out, grabbing the groceries. She grabbed the bag of limes and stumbled into the house.

“Do you want a margarita?” She called out from the kitchen.

“I think you’ve had enough.” Now, he sounded like his parents. What the fuck was she doing to him?

Sweetie ran up to him as he walked into the kitchen and dropped the bags on the counter. Tank was sitting at Sarah’s feet.

“You’re right. I don’t feel like making margaritas.” She tossed the lime that she’d cut into a bowl. She added the salt shaker, grabbing the bowl and the bottle of tequila. She strolled toward him, her hips swaying seductively.

He leaned against the table, his anger disappearing as all his blood flowed to his cock. He could fight with her later.

She put the limes and salt on the table and opened the bottle of tequila. “Body shot.” She grabbed his shirt and pushed it up, letting her tongue trail up his chest as she removed his clothes. She grabbed the salt and sprinkled it on his wet skin. She licked him again before taking a swig of tequila. She snatched a lime from the bowl and bit into it.

His eyes never left that pink, perfect mouth. He wanted it wrapped around his dick like she’d promised. “My turn.” He grabbed her shirt but she slapped his hands away.

“No. Tonight, I’m in charge.”

His spine stiffened. He wasn’t in the mood for her games, but he’d play for a little bit. “May I have a drink?”

“Not yet.” She pulled out a chair and sat. “Take off your clothes.”

That was a command he could get behind. He unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them slowly, watching her eyes follow the descent. As he pushed his pants down she licked her lips and his knees almost buckled. He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks and removed his pants. She was staring at his cock and it liked the attention, growing under her perusal like a tree grows from the sun. He moved forward. Sitting in that chair, she was at the perfect height to suck his dick.

“Stop,” she said when he was only inches away from being close enough for her to touch him. “Get into the bed.”

He nodded and turned walking into the bedroom. He swore he could feel the heat from her eyes on his ass. She followed behind him—close but not too close. He crawled onto the bed and leaned against the headboard. She put the tequila, salt and limes on the night stand.

“Can I have a drink now?” All he needed was to touch her and this game would be over.

“Where are the handcuffs?”

Yes. Thank you, God. He’d have her tied up and be inside her in a moment. “I tossed them in the bag with the oil.” He started to get out of bed.

“Stay. Where did you put the bag?”

“On the kitchen counter.”

“Wait here.” She called the dogs who’d followed them into the bedroom. She returned a moment later, closing the door behind her to keep the dogs out. She tossed the bag on a chair and threw the handcuffs at him. “Put these on.”

“What?” He caught them. “No. Fuck no.” There was no way he was wearing them. He wasn’t in the mood to be tortured, even with pleasure.

“I’ve worn them. Now, it’s your turn.”

“I don’t want to.”

She frowned. “Please. For me.”

He groaned. “Sarah…”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I do, but…” This wasn’t about trust it was about control and he liked to be in control but so did she…sometimes.

“The last time, I told you not to touch me you cheated.”

His mind scrambled to the past. “I was steadying you. You almost fell.”

She laughed. “It may have started that way but you kept touching.” She started unbuttoning her shirt. His eyes followed her fingers. “Please, Nick. I want to be in charge.”

“Fine.” He slid the chain around one of the headboard rails and put his hands in the cuffs. “Happy.” She didn’t know it but there was an emergency release. He wasn’t restrained any more than he wanted to be.

She removed her shirt, keeping her green lace bra on.

“I love that color on you.”

“I know.” She removed her shoes and pants. “Why do you think so many of my undergarments are this color?”

She crawled onto the bed, straddling him. He could feel the warmth from her pussy. He shifted upward a little but she leaned over, her breasts brushing against the side of his chest as she grabbed the tequila, two limes and the salt.

“Lick.” She tipped her head, offering her neck.

“That’s not what I want to lick,” he mumbled before running his tongue across her skin.

She shivered and sprinkled some salt where he’d kissed her. “Again.”

He did, taking in the salt mixed with the taste of her.

She tipped the bottle to his lips and he took a gulp. She leaned forward with the lime in her mouth. He bit and then spit it out, capturing her lips. Her tongue tangled with his as she rubbed against his erection.

“Touch me,” he whispered against her mouth. He needed her hands on him. “Stroke me.”

“Not yet.” She sat up, keeping her pussy a few inches above his cock. “I’m thirsty, but you need to lie down.”

He rocked his hips upward, pressing against her hot cunt and she moaned. He slid down the bed, the restraints coming with him. He shifted until he was flat on his back, his arms above his head.

“That’s a good boy. You deserve a present.” Her eyes locked with his as she kissed and licked her way down his body.

She kissed his hips and across his abdomen, skipping around his erection. She lifted her head, her eyes now on his cock. He tensed waiting for her to put those lips and that tongue on his dick. She blew across him, her breath hot and fleeting.

“Please, Sarah.” He needed her. He was ready to burst.

She licked around his head and flicked him with her tongue.

“Suck me, baby. Please.”

She stroked his cock as she took him in her mouth, sucking and bobbing.

He moaned. Her mouth felt fantastic, hot and wet and it was making the best suction. She hummed against him and the vibrations made his hips buck. “Fuck. Do that again.”

Instead she lifted her head, letting his cock slip from between her lips. “Not yet. I get to come first.”

“Sure. Okay. Ladies first. Unhook me.”

“No.” She sat up, removing her panties and then her bra. She straddled him again, moving up his body until her pussy was right above his face. “Ready?”

“Yeah. Come here.” He couldn’t wait to sink his tongue inside her. She was hot and gleaming right above him—just out of reach.