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  Seductive Secrets

  Piper Kay

  Encompass Ink

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  About the Author

  Piper Stalker Sites

  Previous Works

  Chapter 1

  With my arms full of books, the cell in my back pocket goes off just as I head up the stairway to my condo. My brain runneth over this evening. It was our final presentation given by Professor Miller which counts for over half of our final scores.

  The assignment was to pick three companies we wanted to ‘imaginary’ invest in, follow them on the exchange tracker, summing up why we chose them, and if their stocks are up or down on a daily basis. I chose Coca-Cola, Johnson and Johnson and just waived my pencil and took a jab on the newspaper to pick a third and final company. To this day, I still have no clue what AZT Merchandise is, but sometimes you just take a risk. That’s what makes it fun.

  Everyone in the Economics class wanted to know which companies I was handling, but that’s a secret I wasn’t upping to anyone. Why would I? I took this class because I needed a back-up plan away from my major, so I choose something totally boring to me with the hopes I could ace it. Something I could never really see myself doing, but it sounded semi-easy. Looks like that was another secret worth keeping to myself. Got one hundred percent on everything, highest grade on my choices, and most profit for the semester.

  Now all I want to do is get to my place, lose this monkey suit and tie and jump back into my normal clothes. Oh, and to definitely pop the top on a few cold ones to celebrate.

  My phone goes off again.

  “Hang on already. Geezus Chryst,” I mumble into the air.

  I make the corner of the stairs, never taking the elevator because I’m superstitious like that and freak myself out on them. I glance over my shoulder realizing just how much I must really need a beer, could have sworn I heard footsteps behind me.

  In a matter of seconds, arms glide across my waist, then lower to my cock and tug me backward a bit, as his warm breath blows against the back of my neck. Baby pecks pepper my neck. I’d know those lips anywhere. Fingers tiptoe their way to the top buttons of my shirt, and I hear them rip apart from the material and scatter all over the carpet stairway. Well, that’s one way to get my attention!

  “Ummm… Not that I mind this a bit, but my hands are little full.” Without thinking, I immediately drop all my books, as I turn around. The stairwell goes completely pitch black.

  Warm lips press against mine and a hand palms over my crotch, gliding my swelling cock between smooth and hungry fingertips, gently smashing it up against my skin.

  “Damn lovie, you have a way of getting me all hott and bothered. But why kill the lights, you know I love watching you get all excited.” His long, slender fingers immediately leave my cock, and he presses one to my lips like he’s telling me to hush, stop talking. So, I oblige…for now.

  I stroke mine through Jace’s hair, it feels different, slicked down and back, not hanging half way across his face like usual, yet not soft like it normally is either, it’s crunchier. He smells different too. Oh well, who can function or think clear when this man’s unzipping my pants and lowering before me.

  Fuckingshit!

  Before taking me into his mouth and down his throat, he glosses his warm, wet tongue up one side of my shaft, curls it underneath giving my junk a quick little lick, then slurps up the other side to the tip of my cock.

  Holee shit!

  Fuck, I want to watch him doing this. Jace’s always so tender and looks impeccable when sucking me down. He puckers around my swollen head, carefully taking the pre-come in his mouth and tightens his jaw muscles, more forceful than his usual, but no complaints from me. It makes it even hotter for me, sort of being taken by him. Usually I’m the forceful one. Guess he decided to try something new. I must say I like it in him though.

  With one hand wrapped through the strands in his hair and my other arm propped behind me, I lean against the railing.

  “Don’t stop, baby, please don’t quit.” And with my comment he completely pulls away from my dick and stretches as he walks his fingers back up my chest.

  I lower to suck his finger into my mouth, but he won’t let me. He puts it back across my lips shushing me again.

  Hey, I wanna play too. This isn’t my normal role at all. I’m very forceful and take charge, not him.

  With his right hand, he pumps me back and forth, hard and tight and I can’t help but moan. My nuts pull up and tense, throbbing like it’s been days since I got laid last.

  I take both of my hands, grabbing him behind the ears, and move his mouth faster and faster while taking me down.

  “Oh, fuck yeah, baby, take me all. Feels so fucking good. Don’t stop, I’m about to fill your mouth.” Standing on my tiptoes, I arch back again, almost busting my ass on the step as I thrust in and out of him trying to get off.

  He grabs me by the hips and rocks me side to side, forcing me to grind into him harder, and wind my body to match his head going back and forth. A half circle, then slam inside of him, and repeat, sometimes in the same direction, sometimes the opposite. Who freaking cares?

  “Mmm…hmmm…oooh yeah, suck me, baby. I don’t know what got into you, but I love it. We need to…. Oh God, shit, shit…oh fuckinghell if I even know what I was gonna say, Jace. Yesss…” My juices squirt down his throat, and he takes me full on to the hilt.

  “Oh, my Gawd,” I pant out to him, my voice hitching somewhere in my throat only calmly roaring out in a little rumble. “If you only knew how bad I needed that tonight after the final. Talk about a stress reliever.” He’s still not saying a word yet, but the coolness blows against me as he pulls away and I break out in goosebumps. Probably fumbling to find the light switch, then help me grab my books that’re mixed and covered along with the thousand papers that fell out of them.

  I quickly zip up my pants and reach out for Jace. Oh, he really is in a playful mood this evening, I can’t find him in the damn dark like this.

  “Come on, Jace, turn on the lights, I’m not sure where the switch is, and I need to grab everything I dropped. Come back to my condo, let’s do something tonight. Maybe go out, or if we stay in, order a pizza, have a couple drinks and catch a movie.”

  Still no response from him.

  After fastening up, I call for him again. “Jace, enough man. Come on already. That was all fun and games, but I’m starting to get annoyed right now. I’m exhausted and need to get into something I’d normally wear. Not this zoot suit.”

  Well fuck a duck, this is pissing me off. I slide my arm along the wall in search for the switch myself, which I finally find. I flip it up, and I’m
alone in the stairway. No evidence of him being here at all, except for the severe case of limp dick I have right now, and the buttons littering the floor. Where the hell did he go?

  As I reach my door, I fish my keys out of my pocket and open the door, dropping everything on the kitchen table.

  I loosen my tie, then put my clothes away in the dry cleaners drop off basket and pop the top on a cold one. The answering machine is blinking, so I play it and start the shower.

  “Hey Reese, it’s me, Jace. Since you haven’t called, I figured I should leave my name, wouldn’t want you forgetting it. Haha. Give me a ring when you get in. Miss you, baby.”

  Hmmm…that’s weird. The other two messages are similar to the first one, so I pick up the phone and call him.

  “Think you’re funny, Jace?”

  “Well sometimes, but you’ll have to be more specific. Hang on for about five seconds, I have to rinse my hair out.” I hear the water from the shower running.

  Damn, he’s quick.

  “Okay, I’m back, you caught me in the middle of a shower. I wanted to come share one with you, but it seemed like you weren’t going to make it in at all this evening. I was starting to get worried, Reese.”

  “Oh, like you don’t know what I’m talking about, you were just here.” Come on, game’s over now.

  “Okay, who’s being funny now? I haven’t been near your place today, but I can be soon if you like. Oh, how did the final go?”

  “Huh?”

  “The presentation? You know, your Economics final.” I hear his squeaky shower knobs wail as they shut off and the sliding door closes behind him.

  “I’ll explain more about it when you get here. Bring your key, I’m going to hop in the shower myself.”

  “Figures, but will do,” Jace responds and the line goes dead.

  Chapter 2

  Lathering up, I’m damn tempted to jack myself off after earlier. I like that he’s playing little games with me finally. Tonight was hott as hell with him in the stairway. Like I thought before, I sort of like this with him, okay…who am I kidding I more than kinda like it, it’s spicy and seductive. So silently smooth on his behalf. We’ve been together for about eight months and nothing like a change of pace to swap things up a bit. I’m glad he caught on to that. It’s freaking hott.

  Lately I’ve been so wrapped up in finals, maybe I’ve been giving him mixed signals or something and I don’t want to do that. I do care about him. I’ve never been around one person for this long. In fact, I’ve never considered myself as the being tied down type, but he pretty much swooped in and took me by surprise on that one. Once Jace came around, I haven’t had any interest in seeing anyone else. He’s more that satisfying in so many ways. We laugh and joke together, yet can get into serious talk at the same time. He’s more than gracious in the realm of giving me what I need department, plus he takes me on— head to head in the brain teasing we do with each other.

  Keys jingle as he enters the room. “Oh honey, I’m home.”

  I pull the shower curtain out of the way and grin at him. “Be right out, lovie.” I jerk it closed again.

  “How was your final? I want to hear everything.”

  “Oh, that’s funny, as if you don’t know already.” I let the water run over my face, letting the last bit of shampoo from my brows and head trickle down over my body and down the drain.

  “Exactly how many beers have you had, Reese? I honestly don’t know what you want me to say. I mean come on, Econ’s not my favorite class either, rather bores the living shit out of me, but I know you were worried about acing it. How’d you do?” He hands me a towel off the rack and walks over to my bed and sits down.

  That’s weird!

  “Nailed it hard, I should be receiving an offer to teach the class within the next few days. Kidding.” I wrap the towel at my waist and walk over, straddling over him. “I’m hungry.” I bend into him pressing my lips against his and slither my tongue between them.

  I love grinding up against him. Mmmm….

  “Want to stay in or go grab something out?” Jace asks. “My treat.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me and that puckish grin spreads across his face, lighting up those crystal blue eyes.

  “You do that on purpose, that’s what hooked me on you in the first place, but you know this. Why don’t we ride up and grab some take out from Tequila Patio?” I run my fingers under his jawline. “Maybe...” I give his lips a little lick. “…have a shot or two while waiting…” I shimmy my cock from side to side along his stomach. “…and then bring it home, toss back a couple beers and watch a movie.”

  “You keep doing that, we might not ever leave this room tonight.” He wiggles against me.

  “That’ll work too, but not what I was going for. I mean, yeah…it is, but it’s not. See what you do to me, dammit?” My dick twitches beneath the towel.

  “I think I get it. And aweeeee! You want a nice comfy evening at home, just the two of us? Why are you being so sweet and romantic? You normally like to hit the town with both feet running.” Jace runs his hands through my hair.

  “Sweet? Well, you make me smile, especially earlier. All frisky and take-overish. Figured I could repay the favor. Besides, I like spending time with you, I thought that was obvious, say, um over the last eight months or so.”

  “Alrighty then, I’m not sure what you’re talking about or what I did, but back to the plan. Take out, a couple drinks and a movie, right? Well, it’s two blocks away, let’s just walk. No need for either of us to add a DWI to our spotlessly clean records.”

  “True. Let me get dressed.” I climb off him, but only because I’ve gone all day without a bite to eat and I’m famished and might pass out from the lack of nourishment.

  Pulling out a pair of sweat pants, I toss them on and put on a T-shirt and socks to match and slip on my flip-flops. I comb through my hair, hang the towel up and we head out the door.

  “Aren’t I the fashion statement of the evening?” I nudge Jace in the ribs with my elbow, as we approach the doors to Tequila Patio.

  “Yes, you outdid yourself. I’m impressed.” We both start laughing and I wedge myself up close to him.

  He smells like himself again, a sweet blend of creamy sandalwood, not the rougher edge he was wearing before and I can’t help but notice his hair’s soft again, not crunchy like the gelled up version he was sporting before.

  We both take menus from the front and head over to the bar, pulling up a stool.

  “Dos tragos de tequila, por favor.”

  The bartender smiles and sets the shot glasses down in front of us, then pours from the bottle. Jose is my friend.

  “What’d you feel like grubbing on, Reese?” Jace licks between his thumb and forefinger, sprinkling salt on it, then sucks it down, takes his shot and squeezes the lime between his lips, slurping the juice from it.

  “Damn, that was a sexy noise you just made. I want to be your lime.”

  “Absolutely possible, just not here, babes. What are you ordering?”

  “One of everything I think. I haven’t eaten all day.”

  “I hear you, me either. Just get me the Grande dinner plate, with beef and cheese enchiladas, oh and get us some nachos to snack on later. I want the taco, refried beans, rice, not the tostado though. I need to hit the head. Be right back.”

  And with that he’s off to the bathroom. Just as he rounds the corner, my cell goes off. The text comes from an unknown number.

  “Hope you enjoy your evening as much I enjoyed tasting you on your way home. See you again. Soon!”

  Oh please, was it really necessary to do that, block the number before sending the text? Guess Jace’s into this more than I think. I certainly am. The raging boner springing to life behind the cotton material of my jogging pants is proving that without question. There’s absolutely no way to hide it, damn him. I down my shot and slam the glass back on the bar top, choosing a lemon from the bowl of citrus mixtures the bartender set out for us. There’s le
mon, limes, pineapple and mangos.

  I try to focus on something other than the stairway earlier, and shift in my stool trying to readjust my cock.

  “I’m back, miss me?” He sits down next to me and right off the bat, he busts me. He reaches between my legs, curling his hand around my cock, then quickly pulls away before anyone can see it even happen. “Apparently you did, I see.”

  “Think you’re cute, huh?”

  The waiter comes, and we place our orders and give him the back the menus.

  I slap my hand on the counter, and the bartender returns. “Dos mas, por favor.”

  “Si, gracias.” He loads us up with two more shots and sets hot chips and salsa in bowls in front of us to snack on while we wait.

  A thought out of nowhere pops into my head. Why is Jace doing this game playing thing with me? In eight months, he’s never done anything like it, and not that I’m complaining a bit because it’s hott as fuck, I’m curious as to why he took this long to show me this side. He knows I’m not judgmental at all. Maybe he’s just uncomfortable or embarrassed or something, hell if I know.

  “Hello, Earth to Reese, are you in there?”

  “Oh sorry, was just drifting off to another world in my head.”

  “Hope I live in the world you were in.” He rubs his hand across my back.

  “Oh, you definitely were. Believe me.” I curl my tongue.

  “Good to know. You want anything else to drink while we wait on the food, it’ll probably take a while, we didn’t exactly order small.”

  “Maybe just a beer or a margarita, but no more shots,” I answer him. I close my eyes and fake a snore.

  “Margarita sounds good. Do we have the stuff at home to make any?”

  “Pretty sure I do. Okay, let’s just split one now while we wait. I want to make sure we can actually walk home and not have to stumble, stagger or crawl to get there.”