James and Anais #3

His scent was spicy and rich. I’d expected a cleaner, more harmless scent. Grapefruit, cucumber. Instead, the scent curled into me– a velvet fist, reaching down through my chest, my belly, between my legs, snaking into my limbs. I found my tongue licking my lower lip instinctively, as if to capture the scent of him in my mouth.

Nothing escaped his gaze. His eyes flicked to my mouth, my tongue, and then back up to my eyes. While I took him in as a whole, he seemed to be drinking me in fragments, gradually, as if to prolong the flurry of electricity between us.
I leaned back in the barstool and held his eyes without speaking. Deliberately, I lowered my gaze so it rested briefly on the front of his pants. I wanted to make him hard without even a touch. I smiled and brought my eyes back to rest on his face.

”Nice,” I said in a low voice.

He smiled and swept my body with his eyes. ”Nice as well.”

”Good.” Infusing my eyes with every heady, salacious thought I had entertained about him, it was as if he read my mind. He blinked rapidly and I wondered if he could actually glimpse the onslaught of carnal images running through my mind.

A drink appeared in front of him and he glanced up at the bartender. ”Oh, I—”

”James,” I said, ”I took the liberty. Do you mind if I take liberties?”

He shook his head ’no’. Taking my time, I placed my hand high up on his thigh. He closed his eyes. When they opened, my nose was inches from his. I whispered, ”Good. I hope you don’t hate dirty martini’s. The next round we order, feel free to order what you prefer.”

I pulled back, picked up my drink and slid from the barstool. With my hip I nudged his legs wider so that I stood in between his thighs. Leaning over, I ran my nose and mouth on his neck just under his ear, making sure his face was buried in my hair. My breath tickled his ear and neck as I exhaled, moaning a little as I inhaled more of his scent. Then I whispered for him to follow me.

I pushed back from him and without turning to see if he trailed behind me, walked toward a table in the corner of the room, private, and with a spectacular view. Before I pulled my chair out, his hand was on it. I moved back into the chair and caught a glimpse of his profile before he sat, his cock jutting out, straining against the front of his pants. I found it difficult to swallow, difficult to look away.

James took in a deep breath and visibly relaxed his shoulders as he sat. Part of me wondered if he was a little nervous I would just commandeer him and drag him to the room. Since words had been our first foreplay, I decided on a smoother segue than that.

”It’s time we negotiate.”

”Negotiate?” His brow creased slightly and I laughed.

”Of course. You must have questions for me. I know I have questions for you.”

”Right. I do, actually.”

”Like?”

”Oh, well—”

I grabbed his leg and pulled him so he faced me rather than the table, then wheeled my leather club chair closer to him. Both of my hands then rested on the inside of his lower thighs. I squeezed them rhythmically. ”You were saying?”

He blew out a breath and laughed, ”Whew. Yes, I was saying…well asking…is your husband here?”

”Yes.”

”Can he see us?”

”No.”

”Okay…um…will I be meeting him? Tonight?”

I allowed a smile to creep over my face. Whispering, I leaned in. ”Not sure yet. Do you feel like sharing me?”

James didn’t answer right away. I watched him wrestle with the idea of sharing me—and not.

”I don’t know yet.”

”Fair enough. Anything else?”

He stared into my eyes and I saw the candle’s flame flickering in them. His thoughts danced openly on his face, but his eyes held a naked conflagration that caused my legs to instinctively close tight for a moment, squeezing my thighs, my cunt, my clit, causing a shudder that passed through me. I shifted in my seat again, this time without subtlety. Leaning in so that my mouth was near his ear, I brought my hands up higher on his thighs.

”You’ve asked about my husband a lot. That tells me you have questions about how all of this will work.”

”Yeah. Yes.”

”As I see it,” my mouth moved even closer to his ear, ”You want me and he wants me.” I pulled back and he nodded. I smiled again. ”But what matters tonight is what I want. Are you up for what I want?”

He swallowed and his throat convulsed with it. ”I think so—I mean, yeah. I—yeah. Yes.”

I gestured with my chin toward his drink. ”Then drink up. I’d like to re-locate.”

I watched him reach for his drink and I reached for mine as well. I knew he felt a little uncertain. I could see it in his eyes. I didn’t know what had gotten into me, but I wanted him uncertain. No, I wanted him to trust me. I wanted his trust without having to earn it. That was the biggest rush of all—knowing that I was leading him to where I wanted him, and he was going to follow.