Shimmy Bang Sparkle(76)

Gulp. “We aren’t?”

He shook his head and moved my bangs aside. His hand slid up the jeweled side of my dress, until his fingertips touched my bare back. He scooped me into him, making his hips press into my stomach and making it abundantly clear what he wanted right then. “We’re going upstairs to fuck. Just you and me. No dog. No interruptions.”

A shiver of pleasure zipped through me. The tension pinged back and forth between us, and all the world fell away once again. There was, in fact, something I had been thinking about doing to him since he’d first opened the puzzle box. Something I’d never done before but had always fantasized about doing. And so I very purposefully slid my pearls along my neck, teasing my cleavage with the knot at the end of the strand, and led him toward the elevators. There was one camera pointed at the row of doors, and as I pushed the up button, I yanked Nick toward me by his suspenders for a kiss . . . because I wanted his back to the camera. And because I just couldn’t resist.



He put out the DO NOT DISTURB sign and locked the door, and that’s when I took him by the shirt collar. I walked him backward through the suite and yanked his shirt tight to pull him in for a kiss. I laid a dirty one on him, and then I planted my hand on his chest and pushed him back onto the bed. The mattress answered his weight with a cushy squeak. I stepped into him, straddling one of his knees, so much taller in my heels than I usually was. I finally understood why Roxie had always been so obsessed with heels.

Rawwwwwwwr.

He moved one hand between my legs and slid his finger along my opening. I grasped his hand by the wrist and brought it to my lips, licking the two of us off him.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he growled.

Leaning over him, my hair catching the moonlight, I began undoing his belt. He tried to help me, but I moved his hand away. He slid two fingers inside me, making me freeze with his fly only halfway down, while my G-spot said, Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes.

“Jesus Christ, you are so fucking sexy,” he said, accentuating every syllable with gruff desire. “And so goddamned wet.”

Using his thumb, he touched my clit, and I groaned, steadying myself with my fingertips on his thigh. He played with just the edge, not the center, teasing me, tempting me, making spirals around the most sensitive part of me. I touched each hill and valley of his abs, over his pecs. I rolled my left shoulder, and the rhinestone strap slid away. Then I did the same on the other side, and the dress slipped off me, making a metallic clatter as it fell at my feet. I stepped out of it, still in my heels, unzipped his fly, and stripped him, until he was naked in the moonlight.

I wore nothing except my heels and my pearls. The heels, I kicked off. And the pearls I took off too. But I didn’t toss them aside.

Instead, I dragged them down his bare chest, letting them glide over his muscles. I slid them back them over his lips, and he opened his mouth. The pearls clicked against his teeth, and he wound his tongue around them. With my other hand I worked his cock, being rougher than I had been before. I gripped him tighter; I played with the head more aggressively. But then I let go of his cock and arranged the pearls in a pile on his chest.

From my bag, I grabbed the bottle of lube that we’d gotten at Walmart. Standing beside him, I unscrewed it, removed the foil with my teeth, and let the little silvery circle flutter to the bed. I didn’t put the top on but instead drizzled a whole palmful into my hand and put the uncapped bottle on the bedside table.

“Fuck, Stella,” he said, eyeing the bottle, now only three-quarters full. “That is a lot of lube.”

I added a little more just to be safe. “You’re gonna need it.” I drizzled it down all over his hardness. And then I ran my necklace across my slippery palm too.

He growled as he watched me, and I didn’t take my eyes off him. I put my knees on the mattress and positioned myself beside him, my heels tucked up against my tush. I gathered the necklace up in my hands, all thirty inches, all 150 fake pearls in my palms. The strand slowly fell from between my fingers, and the pearls pooled in a shiny, shimmery mound on his balls. He hissed when the beads touched him, like he was surprised even though he was watching my every move. I let the beads stay on him to warm up as I kissed a line down his chest, stopping off just briefly by his left nipple to give it a bite. His hand gripped my thigh, and he dug his fingers into my flesh.

I took the necklace in my hands again, winding the strand around both of my first fingers. Very slowly, very delicately, I ran the beads along the base of his cock. “They say this is the world’s oldest sex toy,” I whispered as I threaded the pearls underneath his balls and pulled the beads through. His hips rolled, and he pressed his cheek against the mattress. “Jesus Christ,” he growled into his biceps, closing his eyes as I slid the strand along him, bead by tantalizing bead.

I lengthened the row of beads between my fingers, and with the slack in the middle, I made a single loop around his cock. Keeping my eyes on him all the time so I could make sure I was doing exactly what he liked, I slowly slid them along his shaft, keeping a balance between tension and slack. I widened the separation of the loop by lifting my right hand higher than my left, then narrowed the gap as I slid them along him again and again. His entire body reacted. His abs contracted, and he ground his teeth. He made a fist of the sheets in his palms.

“What does it feel like?” I asked as I changed direction and increased the tension.