| Pleasure Club | Part 7 |
They reconvened in the Romance Suite. How Livie knew that this particular suite had the most hidden cameras was beyond Victoria’s comprehension. The suite boasted a heart-shaped bed and two-way mirrors galores, which meant Livie could watch from a dozen different angles as she made love with Landon. "Doesn’t it bother you? Your ex-wife watching us?" "She’s seen me naked before." "Yes, but—--" Landon silenced her with a kiss. It was their first kiss, she realized with a jolt of surprise; yet felt as if she’d been kissing him forever. Their mouths fused like long-lost friends, a divine pressure of lips on lips and tongue meeting tongue, clearly liking what they found as, by mutual agreement, they deepened the embrace. Fireworks exploded through her body. She moaned in back of her throat and tangled her fingers through Landon’s hair as he angled her head to better plunder her mouth, while loosening her hair from its confining twist. She felt the sensual swish of hair across her shoulders and neck, adding to the tingles of awareness racing through her. When at long last he broke the kiss, she whimpered in protest and dipped back for seconds. No one had kissed her since Alex died, and no one had ever kissed her like this; with such carnal appetite and skill she felt powerless to do anything but enjoy every second, every nuance; the merging of flavors and tastes and needs into one overwhelming morass of pleasure and more. Two souls inexorably linked. Still lip-locked, Landon walked her across the room till the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed and she sank down onto it, clinging to him for all she was worth, dragging him with her. He rolled and pulled her atop him, clawing at her dress. Buttons flew in all directions. She sobbed in desperate relief as he found her breasts, drew them to his eagerly waiting lips. He pushed them together, suckled them in tandem, hands kneading their soft fullness while the lash of his tongue provided divine torture. She didn’t even care that Livie watched, witness to her total loss of control, her desperate need. She tugged off his shirt, ran her hands across his chest, the smattering of curling chest hair tingling against her fingertips and sending new ripples of desire racing through her, like megawatts of electricity. "Are you putting on a show for Livie, or for me?" Landon leaned over and spoke directly in her ear so Livie couldn’t hear, his hot breath further assaulting overwrought senses and desires. She didn’t bother to answer, just ripped off her dress and attacked his jeans. His cock sprang free and she reverently traced his impressive girth, all of her wet with wanting. "I’m going to need you more than once," he said. "Yes." She barely recognized the desperate voice as her own. His lips were everywhere at once, searing her with his heat, setting her on fire till she was delirious with desire, beyond caring about anything except the here and now and the rightness of this man He didn’t bother to remove her thong underwear, just pushed it out of the way, and pulled her down on top of him. Victoria groaned as his cock filled her, stretched her, pleasured her, while his hands cupped her ass. She could see herself in the mirror at the head of the bed, and barely recognized the image, hair flowing wildly across her shoulders, eyes bright, lips flushed from his kiss. He reached between them to find her clitoris, the gentle pressure causing her to rear up with a gasp of pleasure, feeling the scalding heat of her orgasm rip through her. He lifted her up and around, repositioned her so he could mount her doggy-style, the pressure of his huge cock hitting her G-spot and adding a new sensation to the layers of pleasure rocking her from head to toe. She grabbed the headboard to steady herself, entranced with the reflection of their joining, the steady rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of her. She reached down and ringed him with her fingers at her opening, feeling the slick slipperiness of her engorged lips against the heated slide of his dick. She palmed his balls, then found the sweet spot between sack and scrotum, as her orgasm spiralled into his, and he emptied himself inside her. His arms encased her as they rolled to one side, spooned together, and caught their breath. Eventually he discarded the used condom, ran his hands along her limbs, entwined with his, and pulled her gently to her feet. "She’s seen enough. Let’s go get that disc." Reality hit like a dash of cold water. Victoria reached for her dress, hating that Livie had just witnessed something, that for her at least, was far more intimate than mere sexual coupling. "Are you sure she’ll give the disc up?" "The one thing Livie’s good for is her word." They dressed in silence, Victoria sending Landon sideways glances. Was this still strictly business? Could he so easily separate the physical from the emotional? Of course he could; after all, she’d done it herself for years. Trouble was, now that she’d tasted more, she wanted it all. Landon’s expression remained impassive as they left the suite. They found Livie in the library sipping a drink, smiling smugly. Victoria reached for the disc Livie held teasingly just out of reach, and gave her a hard look when it wasn’t immediately surrendered. "I like your hair down." Livie chuckled as she slowly released the disc. Victoria longed to wipe the smugness from the other woman’s face. "Who helped you get in the Club with your fake identity?" "What, no guesses?" "No more of your games," Victoria said. "Shep got me in. It was actually all his idea." "Shep!" Victoria blanched. "Why would he do that?" Livie turned in her seat toward the massive wood desk. "Do you want to tell her, or shall I?" Victoria watched in disbelief as Shep slowly swivelled into view in the high-back desk chair, till he faced her and Landon. "I’m sorry, Victoria. But it was the one way I could ensure you and Landon met." "You set us up?" His face softened. "My dear, I see your mother every time I look at you, the good along with the bad. I loved that woman till the day she died, although she pretended not to know. She gave herself to her work, stayed her distance from life and love, including you. I didn’t want you to make the same mistakes. To miss out on life’s grand passion." "But, Landon?" "I knew from the outset you each had something the other would resonate with, same as I knew you are both too stubborn to give it a chance. I simply forced your hand, with Livie’s help." Shep raised his glass in a toast. "To my two favorite people. And an old man still sentimental enough to believe in happy endings." Livie rose. "He wouldn’t even let me watch." Victoria waited for Landon to say something about the way they’d been manipulated, till, patience exhausted, she whirled on him. "Aren’t you going to say something?" He stepped forward, looking at her in a way that made her breath catch in her throat and her heart beat double-time. A myriad of hopes and fears fanned through her. "Everything has already all been said. The wily old bastard is right; we connected from the very first second." "What do you mean? I didn’t even like you." He laughed and pulled her close. "You are such a bad liar. For that matter, so am I." "You were lying?" Victoria asked, more confused than ever. "What I said about it being strictly business between us? All along it was purely pleasure." Copyright 2007 Kathleen Lawless | |
