He raises his eyebrows. “Oh no, I couldn’t.”
“Please,” I insist. “I have more, at home. Maybe it’ll bring you luck too.”
I’m sure he’s going to protest. His eyes burn mine, but my smile is easy. “Please, Mr Brown. I’d like you to have it. A memento.”
Mr Henley smiles. A proper smile this time. It lights up his eyes. He grips the stone between his fingers and examines it some more. “Maybe I’ll have to take to carrying one around in my pocket after all,” he says. “For luck.”
I raise my glass. “For luck.”
When he holds it up to the light for a second time I feel it in my tummy.
Mission accomplished.
I down the rest of my champagne.AlexanderExtraordinary.
I run my thumb over the cold smoothness of the quartz, staring unapologetically at the delightful creature whose cherry I just popped.
I shouldn’t take her lucky crystal. I should thank her for her generosity and hand it back, but I don’t want to. It’s so smooth in my palm, so pretty under the light. Not rare, or expensive, or even high grade. It’s just a plain old tumbled-quartz gemstone from any old hippie shop in town, and yet I’ve not wanted a crystal as much as I’ve wanted this one for a long, long time.
I’ve not wanted a pussy as much as I’ve wanted this one for a long, long time either.
Her eyelashes flutter as she catches my gaze, her breath quickening as she registers my intent. She places her empty glass so gently on the dresser, then drops her other crystals back in her handbag.
My case is still open, my collection of toys in full view, and I feel like a cunt as she looks over them. I feel like a cunt for bringing them here to this girl’s very first time.
She makes light of it. “That’s an, um, interesting collection…”
I bluster it away, make to close it and take it out of view like it’s nothing, but her hand lands on my wrist and squeezes.
She’s close. Her eyes big and transfixed. Her breath shallow.
“Show me,” she whispers. “Please.”
“You’ve done enough,” I assure her. “I paid for your virginity and I took it.”
She shakes her head. “You paid for more than that.”
“And I’ve already got my money’s worth.” I brush my thumb across her cheek. “Really, Amy, you don’t need to do this.”
She shifts her weight onto her hip, and her eyes are hooded as she takes my hand and places it on her breast. “Please…” she whispers.
Her nipple is hard against my palm, she leans into me as I squeeze her, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as I pinch that beautiful pink little bud between my fingers.
“I want to see everything,” she whispers.
“Everything?”
She nods. “You brought that stuff here for a reason, right?”
“Peculiar tastes, like I said. You’ve already sampled some of them.”
“So show me the others.” She murmurs as I palm her sweet little breast, pressing her hips to mine and pinning my cock to her soft belly.
“On the bed,” I tell her, and she lets me go.
Her smile is beautiful as she climbs up and waits for me.
I slip the crystal safely into my jacket pocket before I join her.Chapter Twenty-TwoMelissaI watch him as he slips the crystal into his jacket pocket, and my heart swells.
He likes it. He really likes it.
And my body really likes him.
My skin is shivery and sensitive, my belly a knot of butterflies as he heads over with the case in his hands. It pains me that he believes I’m here for money, but that doesn’t seem to bother him, doesn’t stop his eyes burning into mine as he climbs up onto the bed beside me.
I inch towards him, desperate for contact, and he runs his fingers down my ribs. They tickle my belly on their way between my thighs. I open wide for him.
“Are you sore?”
“Not too much.” I flinch as he slides two fingers inside.
“I think that sweet little cunt’s had enough this evening.”
The disappointment pangs. “But I’m fine…” I insist.
He dangles a string of purple beads over my face. “No need to worry, Amy, I have many interests. Pussy is just one of them.” He trails the beads down my body and the bumps tease my nipples. “I need you to hold your knees up for me, nice and high.” I do as he asks without hesitation, and he lowers himself down the bed.
I’m nervous. My mouth dry as he taps the beads against my pussy. They’re rubbery, heavier than they felt on the rest of me. His fingers splay my pussy and I suck in breath, hoping I’m not still bleeding. I gasp as his tongue flicks against my clit, moan as he sweeps all the way down. He digs inside, and then he sucks. He sucks my pussy and it feels so good my feet twitch.