Top of the Class & Bonus Night Page 2

Allie heard the unspoken message. She won’t tell me what to do. She’ll only tell me to stop.

  Allie caught Ryan’s other nipple and set up a back-and-forth rhythm, tugging and squeezing, first one then the other. After a few minutes, Ryan’s thighs flexed and her hips jutted up with each jerk on her breasts. She panted, her hands lying palm up by her sides, the supplicant before the altar of desire.

  “You like this,” Allie grunted through the heavy curtain of lust that clouded her vision. Her jeans cut into her swollen sex, riding over her clit, rough and raw and almost hard enough to make her come.

  “Yes,” Ryan said through gritted teeth. “Christ yes.”

  “Get up.”

  Allie barely gave Ryan time to get her balance before she grasped Ryan’s breast and sucked the nipple into her mouth. Ryan’s flesh was hot, so hot. And sweet. She bit down, unthinking, aching inside. So hungry for her. She pressed her crotch against Ryan’s iron-hard thigh. She wanted to get off, needed to. She bit again, mindlessly.

  So softly Allie could barely hear, Ryan whispered, “Harder.”

  Allie shivered and fanned her fingers over Ryan’s throat. Blood raced wildly beneath her hand. “Would you like that? For me to suck on your breasts, leave my marks on you?”

  Ryan swallowed convulsively, her hands trembling on her thighs. She had not been given permission to touch. “Yes.”

  “Then why should I?” Allie mused, struggling to appear calm when all she wanted was to rub her hard, wet clit over Ryan’s skin and drench her in come. But that would be too easy. For both of them. “I’m not here to pleasure you, am I?”

  “No, Mi—”

  “You may call me Allie,” Allie said, molding her palm to the soft, warm leather between Ryan’s legs. She squeezed and massaged the firm cock inside. “Say my name. When you beg me to let you come.”

  Ryan’s legs jerked and she moaned. She panted out, “I…stop, please…I want…oh…”

  She’s good. I wonder just how much she’s playing. Allie jerked her off methodically, relentlessly, until she knew it wasn’t an act and that Ryan would come with a few more twists of her wrist. She wanted her to, wanted to see this strong, sexy woman writhe on the floor, coming for her. But she hadn’t reached the end of her fantasy just yet.

  “Should I stop now?”

  “If it pleases you to stop,” Ryan gasped. “I want…I…”

  “What, Ryan. What do you want?” Allie demanded harshly.

  “Let me make you come…Allie.”

  Allie yanked her hand away and in one motion stripped off her tee. She cupped her own breast and fisted the other hand in Ryan’s hair. She jerked Ryan’s head down. “Not until I say.”

  Ryan’s mouth was warm, her tongue just rough enough to burn her nipple with rapid swipes in between the tease of teeth. Eyes closed, Allie swayed beneath the onslaught, releasing Ryan’s head to fumble with her own jeans. She got them open and the zipper down.

  “Stroke my clit,” Allie gasped. When she felt Ryan’s hand skim down her belly, she grabbed her wrist and forced it down the tight vee of her jeans. “Oh yes…hard, I like it hard.”

  The force of Ryan’s arm pumping and Allie’s hips thrusting in response propelled them toward the bed. Allie’s knees hit the edge and she fell, Ryan following her down. The fingers on Allie’s clit drove into her cunt, impaling her with pleasure. She arched off the bed, screaming as she came.

  Before the last electric jolt pulsed from her clit to her core, Allie shoved Ryan off and onto her back. Just as fast, she pushed her jeans off, straddled Ryan’s hips, and pinned her to the bed with her hands clamped on her shoulders. “I did not tell you to make me come,” she panted, sweat dripping from her face onto Ryan’s.

  “I…I’m sorry, Allie,” Ryan murmured, licking the drops from her lips. Her chest was damp, washed gold in the slanting lamplight, her stomach tight, muscles rippling.

  “I don’t care if you’re sorry.” Allie ran her nails down the center of Ryan’s stomach, twisting the silver bar in her navel as she passed. Ryan groaned. “You do not make me come without permission.”

  “Yes, Allie.”

  Allie tugged loose Ryan’s belt, then cinched it around both of Ryan’s wrists and looped it over the bed frame, tethering her arms above her head. “You do not come until I say.”

  “Ye-yes, Allie.” Ryan’s thighs twitched.

  “You ask to come.” Allie flicked open the button on Ryan’s pants and pushed her hand inside, watching the pulse jump in Ryan’s throat. She pulled out Ryan’s cock, raised her hips, and took it in to the hilt. She nearly came with the sudden pressure on her clit. Her head snapped back and her breasts heaved. She closed her eyes and rode. “Oh, so good.”

  “Please,” Ryan whispered. “Touch my breasts.”

  Allie tugged on Ryan’s nipples to the tempo of her pistoning hips. Ryan’s thighs went rigid and she arched from the bed. “Fuck my cock, Allie. Fuck it.”

  “Yes, yes,” Allie chanted, sliding almost all the way off the thick length before plunging back down, one long stroke after another. “Yes yes yes.”

  Ryan thrust to meet her. Faster, harder, deeper—“I’m going to come!”

  Allie’s eyes snapped open. “You are not!”

  “Please, please,” Ryan gasped, head thrashing as she struggled to free her wrists. “Allie, please…oh please…I need to co—”

  “Ryan,” Allie shouted, pulling Ryan’s head back by her hair. “You will not come before I do.”

  Ryan’s eyes were glazed, her mouth soft and vulnerable. “Yes, Allie.”

  Allie’s cunt spasmed and clamped down on the cock. Her clit turned to stone. “Ohh, here I come.” She brushed her breasts over Ryan’s face and shuddered, bearing down, forcing the cock into the base of Ryan’s clit. “Come with me.”

  “Thank you, Allie,” Ryan gasped, her mouth against Allie’s breast.

  Allie came twice as Ryan plunged into her, coming long and hard with broken shouts of pent-up pleasure. When Allie’s muscles were too weak to hold her up any longer, she fell onto her side. Ryan’s cock slipped out. “Unh, miss you already.” She released Ryan’s wrists, then dragged her hand down Ryan’s hip and grasped the shaft, tugging it until Ryan twitched and groaned. “Nice.”

  “Thank you.”

  Allie opened one eye. “How did you know I’d want it?”

  Ryan grinned. “Didn’t. Just wanted to be prepared.”

  “Good idea.” Allie sighed contentedly and skimmed her fingers over Ryan’s mouth. “Mine for the night, you said?”

  “As long as you desire. Mistress.”

  “I can see you still need instruction.” Allie kissed her. “This time, try to do as you’re told.”

  Ryan laughed. “Yes, Allie.”

  Bonus Night

  “We’re causing a stir,” Allie murmured as she and Ryan waited for the elevator in the lobby of the Four Seasons Hotel. A woman in a floor-length gown and dripping with diamonds stared at them with an expression of distaste. Allie supposed it wasn’t every day that the guests of the five-star hotel saw two women dressed in leather from head to foot. Allie ran her gaze over Ryan’s long, rangy body. As always, she was dressed totally in black: tight T-shirt, studded belt, motorcycle pants and boots, and—Allie knew from personal experience—a thick black cock strapped around her lean hips. Allie smiled and jutted her hips so that her already short black leather skirt rode dangerously close to her crotch. “You are just too hot to go unnoticed.”

  “I think it’s more likely to be you, babe.” Grinning, Ryan traced an index finger down the center of Allie’s chest, dipping inside the deeply scooped Lycra top to skim over her breasts. A gasp of outrage was audible behind them, and Ryan laughed.

  “I love you when you misbehave, but I’m not so sure about the rest of this,” Allie said as the elevator opened and they stepped into the empty car. Not surprisingly, the woman waiting with them did not get on. “What if the client isn’t happy about me coming along
?”

  Ryan leaned her shoulder against the wall. “Trust me, I know her.”

  “She might just see another top as competition.”

  “She’s hinted at things. She’ll like it.”

  “Well, we know she likes you,” Allie said, “since she calls you every time she’s in town.”

  “Jealous?” Ryan teased.

  “If I got jealous every time you went out on a call, I wouldn’t have time for anything else.” Allie leaned close and cupped Ryan’s crotch. “Considering how popular you are.”

  Ryan murmured in approval but the tiniest bit of unease flickered in her eyes. “It’s just work. You know that, right?”

  “I’ve known since the first night we met that women pay to top you, baby,” Allie said, “since that’s how we met.” She laughed. “I still can’t believe Cindy and Jeri hired you to be my slave for the night. I’ll never be able to repay them for that little present.”

  “Neither will I.” Ryan nuzzled Allie’s neck, sucking hard enough on the soft skin at the base of her throat to elicit a groan.

  “I don’t remember hearing you ask if you could do that,” Allie said in a dangerously soft tone of voice, pressing her palm flat against Ryan’s chest and pushing her back against the wall. “Have you already forgotten that tonight you’ll still be a slave?” She edged her thigh between Ryan’s and quickly drove her knee into Ryan’s cock. “Hers and mine.”

  Ryan stiffened from the unexpected pain and the pleasure that followed immediately from the pressure on her clit. “I’m sorry.”

  “Not as sorry as you’ll be if you forget your manners, especially in front of another mistress.”

  “She’s not my mistress,” Ryan whispered.

  “For however long she pays you to be, she is,” Allie said sternly. Then she kissed Ryan softly and stroked the thick lock of dark hair that fell over her forehead back from her face. “You have my permission to please her in any way she requires.”

  “Yes, Allie.”

  The elevator opened into a quiet hallway, dimly lit with sconces at intervals along the corridor. They made their way to the corner suite, where Ryan knocked. A moment later, the door opened and a woman with collar-length, honey blond hair regarded them silently. Allie judged her to be somewhere in her late forties or early fifties. She was Ryan’s height and several inches taller than Allie, statuesque in a classic way. Her full breasts were evident beneath a black silk shirt, the top three buttons of which were open to reveal creamy cleavage. Her waist, circled by a thin black belt, was not narrow, but appeared solid beneath tailored charcoal trousers. Her hands, one of which rested loosely on the doorknob, were large and elegant.

  “Ryan,” she said by way of greeting before her gaze shifted to Allie and traveled slowly over her body. “I didn’t realize we were having company.”

  “If it pleases you,” Ryan said softly, “Allie will see that you are well served.”

  “Really,” the blonde said with interest. She turned her cool blue eyes to Allie. “Is she yours, then?”

  “Yes.”

  “May I ask why you’re willing to share?”

  “I’ve never seen her work. I’d enjoy that.”

  The blonde nodded thoughtfully, then held the door open wide. “I’m Deirdre. Please come in.”

  Deirdre led the way through the suite, to where an iced bottle of champagne stood in a gold-plated cooler beside a king-sized bed. A platter of cheese, fruit, and crackers had been placed on a nearby table, next to which was an oversized silk-upholstered chair. She indicated the food with a sweep of her arm. “Please, help yourself.”

  Ryan stood next to the chair while Allie poured a glass of champagne and handed it to Deirdre. Then she poured one of her own and lifted a plump ripe strawberry to her lips. She bit into the strawberry, then sipped the champagne, noting the hungry look in Deirdre’s eyes as she stared at Ryan.

  “Ryan, you haven’t properly greeted Deirdre, have you,” Allie said softly.

  Wordlessly, Ryan knelt before Deirdre. “Good evening, Mistress.”

  Deirdre stroked Ryan’s head absently, sifting dark strands of hair through her fingers as if Ryan were a favorite pet, her eyes on Allie. “Will you allow me to command her?”

  Allie savored the last of the fruit, licking the juice from her lips. “Of course.”

  “Please make yourself comfortable,” Deirdre said to Allie, nodding nearly imperceptibly toward the chair. “More champagne?”

  “Thank you,” Allie said as she stepped around Ryan’s still form and settled into the large chair. She extended one arm along the broad armrest and held out her champagne glass for Deirdre to fill. As she sipped, she watched Ryan while Deirdre idly caressed her face and neck, judging by the rapid rise and fall of Ryan’s shoulders that she was already excited. Allie knew from experience that just the thought of being dominated was enough to arouse her lover.

  “She’s a lovely animal, isn’t she,” Deirdre murmured, tilting Ryan’s face up and rubbing her thumb over Ryan’s mouth. “And so talented.”

  “Yes,” Allie agreed, imagining Ryan’s lips and the magic they were capable of. She saw Deirdre take a step closer, thread her fingers through Ryan’s hair, and rub her crotch over Ryan’s face. She knew Deirdre would feel the heat of Ryan’s breath on her clit even through her trousers, and her own clit twitched as she watched. She hadn’t known what to expect when Ryan had suggested that she come along, explaining that Deirdre had intimated more than once that she enjoyed watching a good scene. Allie was discovering the same was true for herself. “She has a marvelous tongue.”

  “Let’s put it to work.” Deirdre smiled lazily at Allie, then leaned down and kissed Ryan. “Help your mistress with her clothes, Ryan.” When Ryan reached for Deirdre’s belt, Deirdre stepped back. “Allie’s.”

  Ryan couldn’t quite hide her look of surprise as she turned toward Allie, but Allie carefully kept her expression neutral, even though her pulse jumped. She sipped her champagne as Ryan moved to kneel between her legs and slid both hands along her thighs beneath her skirt, guiding the leather up her hips. Allie had worn nothing under it and she was wet. She knew Ryan could smell her excitement and wondered if Deirdre could see the glistening evidence of her passion. Ryan caressed Allie’s hips but made no further move until Allie cradled the back of Ryan’s head and drew her gently forward.

  “Slowly, Ryan,” Deirdre said as she stepped to the side of the chair. “Let me see you lick her.”

  Allie caught her breath at the first touch of Ryan’s warm tongue separating her swollen lips. She released Ryan’s head as Deirdre’s hand gently brushed hers aside. When Ryan delicately ringed the hard prominence of her clitoris, she shuddered. When the tip of Ryan’s tongue teased at the hood covering her most sensitive spot, she drained her champagne glass and set it down with a trembling hand. Ryan knew her body so well that she could keep Allie on the edge of orgasm for hours, but her stomach was already fluttering and she was afraid she would come too quickly.

  “Don’t suck her yet,” Deirdre whispered, as if hearing Allie’s fears. She looked at Allie, her own lids heavy, her voice husky. “She makes you want to come right away, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes,” Allie admitted thickly. Lids nearly closed, she rested her head back against the chair, a trembling smile on her face. Ryan’s head moved in time to the steady thrusting of Allie’s hips. “Especially when she flicks her…oh!” Her eyes opened wide. “She’s making me come!”

  “Ryan!” Deirdre said sharply, tugging Ryan’s face away from Allie’s sex. Allie cried out, her hand flying to her clit. Even though a stroke would push her over, she did nothing but press her thumb to the base of the rigid core, forestalling her orgasm. Her chest heaved, nipples straining against the tight Lycra shirt.

  “Did I tell you to make her come?” Deirdre demanded.

  “No, Mistress,” Ryan gasped, her eyes dark with desire.

  “Take out your cock,” Deirdre ordered, walking aroun
d behind Ryan. “Quickly.”

  Ryan yanked open her heavy belt buckle and tugged at her fly. Then she dug inside and pulled out the long, thick length of her cock. When she started to rise, obviously expecting to enter Allie, Deirdre pushed her back down with a firm hand on her shoulder. Then Deidre knelt beside her, angling her body so she could see Allie’s face. She wrapped her fingers around Ryan’s cock, making an appreciative sound deep in her throat. Ryan groaned when Deirdre worked her hand quickly up and down the shaft.

  Looking at Allie, Deirdre said, “Are you ready to come now?”

  “God yes.”

  “Suck your mistress, Ryan,” Deirdre ordered softly, her arm vibrating rapidly between Ryan’s rigid thighs. “She wants to come in your mouth.”

  Ryan leaned forward, her eyes on Allie’s, and closed her lips around Allie’s pulsing sex.

  Deirdre smiled at Allie. “I’m going to jerk her off when you come. Tell me when you’re coming.”

  “Soon,” Allie gasped.

  “Is she making your clit hard?”

  Allie nodded, her head twisting from side to side. “Her mouth is so damn hot.”

  Ryan was panting, her clenched fists pressed to Allie’s thighs. Her hips jerked unevenly as Deirdre pounded the cock into her tortured clit.

  “Lick me, baby,” Allie sobbed. “I’m so close.”

  Deirdre ran her tongue over the rim of Ryan’s ear. “Your mistress needs to come, Ryan. Suck her now, harder.”

  “Oh I’m coming!” Allie cried, grasping Ryan’s head.

  Deirdre pumped the cock furiously and Ryan stiffened, moaning into Allie’s cunt while Allie rode her mouth. Tears leaking from her eyes, her gaze riveted to Allie’s face, Ryan came against the base of the cock while Allie’s clit exploded between her lips.

  Allie wasn’t aware of Deirdre moving until Deirdre yanked Ryan’s head from between Allie’s legs.

  “Get your cock into her,” Deirdre ordered.

  Ryan, still shaking from her own climax, struggled to guide the fat head of her cock between Allie’s drenched lips. The added pressure against her overly sensitive clit as she pushed inside made her stomach tighten reflexively. “I’ll come again,” she gasped. “Please…may I come?”