Taste of Candy Page 2

  Dave laughed. “I’m definitely going to spank you for that.”

  Candy giggled. She must have drunk too much wine because for some reason a spanking sounded like a good time. Within seconds, Dave had turned her around and unzipped her black dress, letting it fall in a pile at her ankles. Thank goodness she was wearing a thong. Sure, she had worn it because she didn’t want panty lines to show, but the reasons didn’t matter now. At least Dave Roads of TopShelf wasn’t seeing her in her usual granny panties.

  “Lean over the bed.”

  Candy stepped out of the dress at her feet and pressed her breasts against the duvet, her nipples hardening inside her lacy bra. She knew this had to be a bad angle for him to see her. She’d never let any man look at her from behind when she was practically naked before.

  “You have a luscious ass, Candy.” His large hand, the fingers hard and calloused from years of guitar playing, slapped her ass cheek so hard that she gasped in surprise. “Perfect for punishment.”

  Her ass felt warm with the stinging slaps as he spanked first one cheek and then the other before dipping his finger into her pussy. She wiggled on his long finger, desperate for more.

  “You’re dripping wet,” he said. “I have to see what you taste like.”

  He took hold of her shoulders from behind and guided her to standing. Candy felt his fingers brush her hair off of her shoulder and when he flipped her around she was staring right into his intense gaze.

  “I want to tie you up so you can’t even think about escaping your orgasm,” he said. “You down?”

  Candy nodded, secretly adoring his rocker way of talking. “I’m down.”

  “Awesome. Sit on the bed. I’ve got to get something to tie you up with.”

  He strode off into the suite’s bathroom and came back with a fluffy white hotel towel. He pulled a huge switch blade out of his suitcase and sliced a few cuts into the top of the towel.

  “Why do you have a knife?” Candy asked. Should she be nervous?

  “It’s like a survivor thing. I always carry a knife and a lighter, that way if I end up stranded somewhere I can fend for myself. Crazy, I know. But I couldn’t carry the knife on the plane so it went into my luggage.” He tore several long strips from the towel and tossed them on the bed.

  “They’re going to charge you for that towel, you know,” she said primly, and then laughed as if she was joking. Why couldn’t she keep her goody-two-shoes mouth shut for just one night and enjoy herself?

  “They’ve got my credit card, it’s all good,” he said as he wrapped one soft length of towel around her wrist. “My days of trashing hotel rooms are over. I’m a well-behaved rock star now. Just not too well behaved, if you catch my drift.”

  He attached the end of her wrist restraint to the post on the headboard, then did the same with her other wrist so that her arms were splayed wide.

  “Damn you look hot like that.”

  He took another piece of the towel and wrapped it around her thigh right above her knee, pulling her leg open to the side and tying that piece to the headboard as well. She could feel her ligaments stretching slightly at the new position, especially when he secured her other leg spread open.

  Candy felt like a splayed chicken. “I feel ridiculous.”

  She couldn’t believe she was actually letting him do this, when she’d never even felt comfortable enough with a man to let him eat her out. But something about Dave—maybe even just the fact that he was a stranger—made her want to comply with his game.

  “I like you like this. You’re all mine now,” he said as he finished unbuttoning his own shirt and tossing it on the carpet. Candy got a glimpse of his back tattoo as he turned slightly to the side to kick his shirt out of the way. He had another tattoo snaking up his bicep. “But if you ever feel like enough’s enough, just say the safeword.”

  “What’s the safeword?”

  “TopShelf.”

  “Of course.”

  “But don’t say it unless you want the entire evening to end. I want to push your boundaries a little. I gotta get past your Miss Manners charade to make you come.”

  “Miss Manners?”

  “Yeah. I want to get down and dirty with you, sexy girl.” He kissed her mouth and she could taste the last remnants of the scotch he had at dinner. Delicious.

  “Got it,” she whispered, her voice raw with desire.

  Dave loosened his black leather belt and tugged his jeans off, watching Candy the entire time. Candy’s eyes widened when she saw the size of his cock. He was huge and so hard it looked like it must be painful for him.

  “You like my cock?”

  “I love it,” she said truthfully. It turned her on knowing she inspired such lust in this man.

  “I’m gonna fuck you with it later. But not yet. First I’m gonna wake your pussy up a bit.”

  Dave knelt on the bed between her legs and ran his hands up and down her thighs. He gently slapped her inner thighs until they turned pink and then he brought his attention to her pussy lips, bringing his palm down sharply between her legs.

  Candy had never had her pussy slapped before. It did exactly what he promised—it woke up all of her nerve endings. He slapped her pussy again, this time angling his hand so it hit directly on her clit. A moan escaped her lips as another blow rained down but she didn’t say the safeword. This was too exciting and she was having too much fun.

  “How’s that pussy feeling?”

  Candy didn’t know what to say, so she just smiled.

  “Come on, I wanna hear you say it.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Tell me how much you like it when I punish your pussy.”

  Candy felt herself getting warm and she knew she was blushing again. “I—I like it.”

  “When I what?”

  “Wh—when you punish my pussy.” She practically whispered the last word. It felt alien coming out of her mouth.

  “I’m gonna taste you now. And there’s no point in being embarrassed or over-thinking anything, because I’m not gonna let you go until you come.”

  She felt herself get even wetter at his words, but as soon as he brought his hot mouth down onto her clit she started worrying. What if she smelled bad? She had showered right before their date, but still…and there’s no way she looked anything like the models and actresses he was used to dating.

  Suddenly he slapped her pussy, the unexpected connection sending shock waves through her body, snapping her out of her reverie. She instinctually tried to close her knees together, only to be reminded that they were tied wide apart.

  Her pussy was his to do with as he pleased.

  “Stop thinking,” he ordered.

  He spread her nether lips wide with his hands and brought his mouth onto her clit again, sucking it into his mouth with such a powerful suction that Candy cried out. He nibbled gently on her swollen clit with his teeth, alternating licking with sucking and biting. Candy felt as if she were being devoured alive—and she loved it.

  Dave lifted his head for a moment and smiled at her. “Now I know why they call you Candy. You taste so…sweet.” He dropped his head to her clit again, licking it slowly.

  She tried to close her legs again simply because the feeling of being restrained was so new and strange. The strips of towel tied around her thighs rubbed against her skin and held her wide open for Dave’s merciless mouth.

  He built up a rhythm, licking faster and faster until she felt herself holding her breath as the tension escalated. Suddenly his fingers pumped inside her, reaching up and making a “come hither” motion as he tapped her G-spot again and again. His frenetic pace brought her right up to the edge of orgasm, but she didn’t come yet.

  He lifted his mouth and grinned at her, her wetness all over his lips. “I want to watch you come,” he said. “I want to see your face.”

  He leaned over and kissed her deeply on the mouth. She tasted herself on him. Reaching down between her legs, he pinched her clit between his fin
gers, watching her eyes the entire time. Staring into his eyes somehow seemed even more intimate than everything else they’d done so far.

  She cried out in pleasure or pain, she wasn’t sure which. Maybe both. He pinched her clit again, harder, and then let go just enough that she could really feel it when he did it again, over and over.

  “Come for me, Candy,” he said.

  She wanted to. She really, really wanted to. But she couldn’t. Her body hovered on the brink of a climax, her skin covered with a light sheen of perspiration. She was so very close. Her clit throbbed, her nipples tightened, and yet she couldn’t fall over that edge.

  She moaned in frustration. “I’m sorry, Dave,” she said. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

  “Nothing’s wrong with you. And don’t think you’re getting away so easily. I just need to find what does it for you, and then keep doing it.”

  “But that’s the thing—everything you’ve done has made me feel amazing. I don’t know why I didn’t come.”

  Dave looked at her and nodded as he moved his fingers back down to her wet pussy. Sliding his fingers over her juices, he trailed one finger down her ass crack and tenderly circled her ass hole with his fingertip.

  “Oh, no,” Candy said.

  “Oh, yes.” Dave grinned. “You’re gonna love it,” he said as he continued gently touching her rear entrance with his fingertip, without going inside her. “In fact, I’m gonna turn on some music so that you’re not self conscious about any noise you make.”

  “Noise like what?”

  “Like screaming for mercy,” he said with a smile. “You’re mine to do whatever I want to unless you say the safeword, remember?”

  “I remember,” Candy whispered as she watched Dave cross the room and mess with a CD player. She laughed out loud as she recognized his band’s album.

  “Sorry,” Dave said. “I always play our first album before a show to pump me up. It’s the only one I have with me here.”

  “No, it’s okay. I like…your band.” Candy very deliberately didn’t say TopShelf because there was no way she was going to just say the safeword and call it quits.

  Dave came back over to her, holding a tiny bottle of lube. He grinned as he slowly poured a few drops on his fingers and she gasped aloud as he slid one into her ass, stretching it slowly.

  No one had ever touched her there—not even herself. He dipped his mouth back to her clit and flicked it with his tongue as he moved his fingers in and out. The sensation was unlike any she’d felt before—pleasure on the knife’s-edge of pain.

  A moan escaped her lips as he pulled his finger all the way out of her ass before plunging back in again, this time with two fingers.

  She heard him fumble with a foil packet on the bed and then he was sheathing his rock hard erection, pouring on a generous amount of lube.

  “Have you ever been fucked properly before, Candy?”

  ***

  Chapter Three

  Candy gasped at his question, but chose to answer truthfully. “It doesn’t seem like I have, no.”

  Dave smiled as he knelt between her legs and held her ass up in his hands. He nudged the tip of his cock against her pussy.

  “Then breathe,” he said as he slowly entered her.

  She struggled to do just that as she felt a searing fullness inside her as he pressed forward, filling her completely, and then pulled back almost to the tip again before thrusting into her tight channel once more.

  “Wait, wait,” she cried as she instinctively pulled against her bonds. It felt so good, so right—but overwhelming, too. His thick cock stretched her pussy to its limit, nudging her cervix.

  “Does it hurt?” he asked.

  “A bit…”

  Dave didn’t stop, but he reached his hand down between them and grabbed her clit between his fingers, pinching rhythmically as he slowly stroked his cock in and out of her pussy, not giving her a second to catch her breath.

  Candy moaned but the sensation was swiftly evolving into a dark pleasure as he thrust in and out, her clit swollen and tender from his constantly moving fingers. She felt her orgasm rising and she cried out. She was so close…

  Dave latched his lips onto her nipple and sucked it into his skillful mouth, matching his rhythm with the onslaught on her clit.

  She came hard, her juices covering his cock, bucking her hips against him.

  For the first time in her life, Candy came with a man inside her. And not just any man—Dave. He’d torn down her defenses and refused to give up until she got her climax. An unbelievable, mind-shattering, amazing climax. No dildo or vibrator could replicate what he’d just done for her.

  He slid out of her pussy and looked at her face thoughtfully. “Did you just come for me?”

  Candy tossed her head against the pillow, trying to wipe the sweat from her brow. “Yes! It was amazing. Thank you.”

  “We’re not done yet.” He left her tied to the bed while he disappeared into the bathroom. She could hear the toilet flush and the water run, and when he came out he was holding…a toothbrush.

  “A toothbrush?”

  “A vibrating toothbrush,” he said. “I wasn’t prepared for this little session, so this will have to do for now.” He turned it on and it whirred to life, buzzing. Flipping it upside down, Dave placed the bottom of the toothbrush against her over-stimulated clit.

  Candy jumped as the vibrations hit her. Her pussy was already so tender from her previous long, drawn out orgasm, and the vibrations felt like too much sensation hitting her at once.

  “I can’t come again,” she pleaded.

  “Yeah, you can. In fact, I insist.” He grinned and put on a fresh condom. “I’m gonna let my overpriced toothbrush do its job on you before I fuck you senseless again in that tasty pussy of yours.”

  Candy couldn’t answer—all she could do was concentrate on the waves of sensation assaulting her clit. Her nipples tightened as shivers ran up her spine, her entire body spasming with pleasure. She came again within minutes, moaning so loudly she was glad that the CD was playing at top volume to cover her cries of passion.

  Her eyes flew open when Dave untied her legs and arms and flipped her over onto her knees. He grabbed hold of her long hair and held tight, making her wet again as he drove into her pussy from behind. The toothbrush had fallen onto the bedspread, still buzzing away, and Candy cried out as Dave picked it up and held it hard against her clit while he fucked her.

  “You like that?” he asked.

  “I love it,” she said, nearly whimpering as another orgasm threatened to overtake her.

  “What do you love?” He swatted her ass cheek.

  “I love your cock in me… I love that you’re the only man who’s ever been able to make me come.”

  He thrust harder and faster until his cock pulsed inside her, and he groaned with his release. He collapsed on top of her back, out of breath from the exertion.

  “Damn you’re hot,” he said.

  With a quick movement he repositioned the vibrating toothbrush underneath her so it was pressed right against her clit again. Candy squirmed underneath him but he was too heavy and she only succeeded in driving the hard vibrations more directly onto her pussy.

  She climaxed again, her cries muffled by the plush bedspread.

  ***

  Dave stood under the shower stream and let the hotel’s soap rinse off of his body. He couldn’t remember the last time he had sex this incredible. He had agreed to the dinner as a publicity thing, since it got the local DJ talking about TopShelf every hour. But it had turned into…well, a date. A fucking hot date.

  He knew it was supposed to be a one night stand, but he had to see Candy again.

  Dave stepped out of the shower and brought the towel—the one he hadn’t ripped to shreds for makeshift bondage gear—out with him into the bedroom. Candy had showered before he did and now was already dressed again in her slinky black dress.

  “Can your driver take me back to the r
estaurant to get my car?” she asked.

  “Sure thing. Or you could crash here.”

  Candy laughed. “That’s okay. This was a really fun one night stand, though. I can’t believe how many times you made me come.”

  “Come to my concert next weekend.”

  Candy looked at him with wide blue eyes. She was beautiful—but not in the way that he was used to. Her intellect shone through her eyes, and her whole face lit up when she smiled. And those curves…day-um. Fucking hot as hell. She looked like a real person instead of an inflatable doll, and that turned him on.

  “Really?” she asked.

  “Yeah, really. You can hang out on the side of the stage and watch the show, and then we’ll come back here.”

  “I—I don’t know.”

  “What’s to know? We click. Just say yes.”

  “Okay. Yes.”

  Candy smiled at him and Dave couldn’t help but to smile back.

  ***

  Two days later, Candy sat at her computer and saved the final version of a website she’d been working on. It had taken her twice as long as usual because she felt so…distracted.

  Yup, distracted. That was the only way to describe how her mind kept going back to her evening with Dave Roads. The thought made her grin to herself. She hadn’t told anyone how her evening with a rock star had ended. For now, it was her delicious secret.

  Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she gasped when she saw the caller ID. Speak of the devil! She laughed to herself and took a breath to calm the butterflies in her stomach.

  “I wasn’t expecting you to really call me,” she said.

  “Yeah, well I’m still in town doing press stuff all week before my show this weekend. I don’t have a lot of free time, but I’d like to take you on a little adventure.”

  Candy raised her eyebrows and looked around her empty apartment. She had finished designing that website for her latest client, so she did have the afternoon free…

  “All right,” she said. She gave him her address and rushed to get into something sexier than her sweatpants before he got to her house.