Tranquil Gardens by Lyra Noon

~ Chapter 2 ~

Exton

Desire. Pleasure. How to make her squirt?

I flipped through the pages of the books, those titles plastered over thick covers. It had been a few months since I started coming to Tranquil Gardens. In all that time, I always found myself in the lounge area, usually with a glass of scotch in hand and a book to keep me occupied. Some days I brought my own; other days I made do with whatever the garden provided.

It wasn’t a place I enjoyed coming to. Unless I needed to drag my friend out after he passed out in one of the rooms, I stayed downstairs, far away from the entertainment. I was only here as his designated driver - to make sure he didn’t overdo it.

I downed the last sip of scotch and flipped through a book on how to pleasure a woman. My brow lifted as I skimmed a diagram outlining different erogenous zones. I nodded to myself.

“No!”

The familiar voice sliced through the quiet.

I sat up, uncrossed my legs, and looked toward the opening beyond the lounge. That’s when I saw her, standing in a long, slim-fitting burgundy dress, black curls cascading all the way to her waist.

It couldn’t be.

I rose slowly, my eyes locked on her as I moved closer to the doorway. From behind, she looked exactly like her. Foolish. Why on earth would "she" ever be in a place like this?

Still, that voice, that figure, that hair. It had to be her. I needed to be sure.

I followed her and her friend toward the steps, keeping my distance. Before I could pass the table, the woman at the front desk stopped me.

“Your mask, sir.” She pointed toward my eyes.

“Right. Sorry.” I pulled the black mask from my pocket and tied it securely around my face.

“You may remove it once you reach the second level,” she said with a polite smile.

I turned toward the stairs, but she stopped me again.

“Uh, sir, a name?” She held a band between her fingers.

“Exton.”

The name slipped out before I could think twice. I wasn’t sure why I chose it.

She fastened the band around my arm and gestured toward the spiral staircase. I climbed, pulse steady but alert. By the time I reached the first club, they were gone.

Shit.

I searched the crowd. Ugh! I hated the smell. Sweat and musk clung to the air, bodies pressing and tangling together. I really hoped she wasn’t here. She was better than this place.

After circling the club and nearly getting dragged into an orgy by accident, I finally managed to escape. Still no burgundy dress. No dark hair.

What am I doing?

I should head back downstairs and wait until Vance was done here, ready to be dropped off at home.

Shaking my head, I chuckled at my own stupidity and turned to leave.

Then I heard it again.

Her voice - behind me.

I froze and watched as she and her friend stepped out of the jacuzzi lounge. She looked unsettled, tense. It had to be her. That friend of hers - blonde hair - I was certain I’d seen her pick her up from the office before. Fridays, usually.

And now that I thought about it…she’d looked stressed all day at work. The blonde friend had come to get her.

“Why are you here?” I whispered to myself.

I followed them into the second club - this one slightly less naked than the last. I leaned against the wall at the far end and watched from a distance.

She lifted her hands and began to dance.

She looked free. Happy. A bright grin lit her face, and I found myself completely captivated by her beauty.

Stop!

I shouted it in my head. I can’t. I reminded myself. Besides, I still needed to be sure it was really her.

I watched her dance for a while, unaware of how wide my grin had grown until my jaw began to ache. I rubbed it and let out a quiet laugh.

Then I saw him.

Dark hair. Deep green eyes. Moving toward her with intent.

“Fucking Kasey Brenermun,” I hissed under my breath. “Why did it have to be Kasey fucking Brenermun?”

I couldn’t just stand there and watch him approach her - flirt with her - or, God forbid, try to seduce her. The thought alone made my stomach churn.

I couldn’t stop my feet. I found myself pushing through the crowd, moving fast, bodies parting as I closed the distance between us.

“Mmm, who do we have here?” I murmured, my breath warm against her neck.

I gripped her waist and lifted her wrist, pulling it toward me. The name on the tag read *Velvet*. Like her dress. Clever. A sly fox, indeed.

I pressed my face into her neck and inhaled deeply.

Fuck.

No doubt about it - it was her. I knew that scent. I’d had the privilege of catching it every day at work. Familiar. Intoxicating.

Then the bastard in front of me ruined the moment by suggesting we let her decide.

Of course it should be her decision — but who the fuck did he think he was?

I stared Kasey down. Something I’d never been able to do before. Not like this. This time, he wouldn’t get his way. Not with her.

“Sorry, Kas,” I growled. “This one’s mine.”

What I wanted to say was Stay the fuck away from her, you worthless piece of trash.

But I didn’t. Not here. Not in front of her.

I looked down at her and asked if she’d like to come with me. Inside, I was begging - pleading - for her to say yes.

Relief flooded through me when she nodded.

I watched him walk away, and something in me locked into place. I needed to get her out of here, but, of course, Vance chose that moment to butt in.

He can’t have her either.

Her friend, Fox, introduced herself, and I caught the shift in Vance immediately. The man was horny. No surprise there. Bloody bloke was always horny.

I decided to escort her out, following behind Vance and Fox. I glanced down at her. She didn’t speak. Not a word.

She looked frozen, but there was something else there, too. Something in her expression that made my chest tighten.

Shit.

Was she expecting more?

I wanted more. More than anything. I’d just never imagined it would happen here.

Although we were both masked, she probably didn’t recognise me. She was here for a reason. Maybe I could fulfill that reason.

I guided her into an empty room a few doors past Vance and Fox.

Once inside, I locked the door and moved toward her. Her back was to me. I parted her hair, kissed her neck, and whispered our safe word.

“Cotton Candy.”

I thought she would realise then. I thought that would be the moment. But she didn’t.

What happened next sent jolts through me, waves of feeling I couldn’t explain.

Desire overtook me completely. The moment my tongue was in her mouth, I lost the ability to think straight. All I wanted was to ravage every part of her.

“Fuck. You’re so wet,” I growled against her ear.

She was drenched.

I rubbed my fingers over her soft, warm clit, and the way she felt made me throb painfully in my pants. I couldn’t stop thinking about her wetness. The way it slicked my fingers. How much better it would feel against my cock. She was driving me wild.

I needed more.

I unbuttoned my shirt as fast as I could, snapping a button clean off in the process.

I watched her eyes trail over my abs as she ran her fingers across my chest. I led her to the bed. I needed her. Now.

On her knees, she took me into her mouth.

I gripped the frame above the bed and held my breath. Her tongue was wet and perfect, sliding around me as she moaned softly. I had to fight to keep my mind from spiralling out of control.

Then she looked up at me.

Those beautiful brown eyes. I watched her cheeks flush crimson, and something in me snapped. I grabbed her head and thrust deeper into her mouth, my thoughts going blissfully numb. Her throat was warm and slick, tightening around me.

Shit. Not yet.

I shouted it in my mind. I couldn’t cum. Not until I tasted her. One more second and I would have exploded.

I pulled out as quickly as I could, breath ragged, barely holding myself back.

Lifting her up and tasting myself on her was fun. I wanted to know how she tasted.

I wasn’t disappointed.

She was better than any Michelin-star meal I’d ever had. Something unexplainable came over me as I fingered her, rubbing her G-spot just right. An urge rose inside me, and I found myself calling her beautiful, begging her to ride my fingers.

The problem was, I liked it - being so hopelessly greedy with her.

More than that, I enjoyed watching her come apart on my hand.

Hiding the grin on my face as I looked down at her was difficult. She was beyond sexy. Exquisite was the better word. In that moment, I thought maybe her knowing who I really was wouldn’t be so bad.

I reached for my mask.

She stopped me.

A strange sadness washed over me. I couldn’t understand it. I shook the feeling away and focused on what I would do to her next.

Which brings me to where I am now. Standing with the condom in my hand, and her naked in front of me, legs spread.

I roll the condom over my hardened cock and step closer. She smells incredible, even from a distance. I bend down and kiss along her inner thighs, making her shudder. I grip both her thighs and pull her closer to me.

She releases a loud moan as her entrance brushes against me.

She’d just finished a minute ago. She must be sensitive down there. The thought makes me smirk.

I hold the tip of my cock at her entrance and run it slowly over her clit, slicking the condom with her wetness. My breathing turns heavy, lips parted, as I tease her like that.

I place the head of my cock against her entrance and look up at her. She’s panting, flustered. I bite my bottom lip.

“You like that?” I ask, slowly pressing myself against her.

She nods, and I feel her legs tremble against mine.

I want to fill her with all of me. As deep as I can go.

I stare into her piercing brown eyes as I lean over her, my hands planted on either side of her. My fingers dig into the silk sheets. Slowly, I push myself deeper inside her, watching every expression cross her face. She bites her lip, tilts her head back, and releases a low, sexy moan.

I sink in as far as I can until I feel her womb against my tip. I move like that for a while, slowly pressing into her, pulling back, then pushing in again. Teasing myself. Teasing her. I can tell she loves it from the lewd expressions she makes.

She bites down on her inner lip and lets out a soft whimper. Her fingers clutch the blanket above her head. She looks hungry. Unsatisfied.

I smile teasingly and pull out of her completely.

She lets out a louder whimper and squeezes her eyes shut.

“Do you want it?” I ask in a husky tone, rubbing my cock against her clit.

She nods.

I raise my brow and tilt my head at her. Her breasts heave, cheeks still flushed as she tilts her head to the side.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers shyly.

Cute, I think.

I reach for her chin. Her skin is warm under my touch. I run my thumb over her lips and slowly slide my finger into her mouth. She licks it softly, eyes locked on mine.

“Try again,” I tease.

A groan slips from me as I press my body down against hers, pinning her beneath me. She’s warm and soft, a little sweaty, and it’s fucking sexy.

“Yes, Sir,” she says, still a whisper, but this time she looks right at me.

It’s so hot.

I enjoy hearing her call me "sir". She does it all the time in the office, but there’s something different about it now. Something exciting about her saying it like this. Naked. Between my legs.

I rub my wet finger from her mouth across her lips.

“Now tell me what you want,” I command.

She swallows. Is she shy? That’s cute. Expected. I never would have imagined her in a place like this. The thought makes me uneasy, but I’m glad it’s me who found her and not some creep who might mistreat her. Like the bastard whose name I refuse to think about right now. It would ruin the mood.

“I… I want…” she starts, barely louder than a breath.

She tries to hide her face again. I smile softly and take her hand, pressing it firmly into the bed. It forces her to look at me.

“First time here?” I ask.

She nods.

Good.

So tonight is the first time she’s ever been here. That brings me some relief.

I run my fingers through her hair. Her curls are soft, tangling around my hand. At work it’s usually wavy, not this curly. She must have had it done before coming here. It suits her. She looks beautiful.

“When I tell you to tell me what you want, you do exactly that,” I say, spanking her left ass cheek with my free hand. “Don’t disobey me,” I add, squeezing the cheek I just struck.

She lets out a soft moan.

“Don’t be afraid to speak up,” I say, my voice low. “I want to make you scream.”

I smirk.

I can feel her heart racing against my chest as I say this. I want to tease her, play with her, but I’m fighting every urge in my body not to cum deep inside her. She’s not making it easy. Her body feels incredible against mine. Better than I ever expected.

“Fuck it,” I whisper under my breath as I push myself deep inside her.

Her head tilts back and she moans loudly. I don’t think she expects it. I wrap my hands around her shoulders and head, pressing my body fully against hers. I start thrusting into her. Fast. Hard.

Her moans grow louder. My heart pounds, my mind going blissfully numb. For a moment, I forget where we are. It feels like it’s just us.

After several minutes of deep thrusts, my head pressed against her shoulder, I pull out.

“Turn over,” I command.

She does exactly as I say.

I run my fingers down her spine and press my hand into her lower back, pushing her into the bed. Her curls fall forward and I grip a handful of them. With my other hand, I lift her waist toward me.

I push myself into her again. It feels deeper than before. Her ass hits against my pelvis, and I lick my lips as I watch it move against me.

This time, I don’t take it easy on her. I can’t. My body is going crazy and I want to make her scream. I thrust into her, fast and hard, my breathing laboured, but I don’t stop. She moans and groans beneath me, the sounds spilling out of her. Then I hear it.

Her scream.

It’s music to my ears.

I use both hands to spread her cheeks as I drive into her. Her ass looks so fucking good. I watch myself enter her over and over again. It’s getting harder to control myself, but I can’t finish. Not yet. I need more of her. I focus on my breathing, forcing myself to slow it down.

She’s screaming now, gripping the headboard with one hand and the pillow with the other. It hits me suddenly how far we’ve moved. We were at the bottom of the bed not long ago. Now her head is right up against the headboard.

Damn.

I didn’t even realise I was moving her that much. I place my hand over her head to keep her from hurting herself and keep thrusting into her.

“So good… mmm…” she whispers between laboured breaths and moans.

I’m already so hard, but she’s making me feel even harder. Better than I ever have before. She likes it. That thought only makes me want her more.

I pick up the pace and feel my balls slap against her clit. She’s going wild. It’s so fucking hot. Her hair is a mess, flying everywhere. She’s panting, tongue slipping out as she keeps whispering how good it feels.

I slow down.

Then I drive into her harder. Slower. Deeper. Allowing us both to catch our breath.

“Do…again…” she whispers.

I don’t quite catch it, so I bend down closer. “Do it again. It feels good,” she murmurs against my ear.

I feel myself twitch inside her, my heart racing. Sweat drips down my neck and back, my breathing uneven, barely under control.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” I groan against her ear.

She presses her hips back, pushing her ass deeper into me. “When you went fast, I liked it,” she says.

I smile.

I speed up for a few seconds, then stop.

“Like that?” I ask.

She grips the blanket and shakes her head, rolling her hips against me. The movement sends sharp waves of sensation through my body.

I don’t move. I wait. I tease her, rubbing my hands over her back and her ass, dragging it out.

“Yes, Sir,” she groans. “Please. Fuck me faster.”

Her words hit me hard. My body almost gives in. Her breathless, raunchy voice makes it nearly impossible not to explode right then. I suck in a breath, force myself to hold back, and give her exactly what she asked for.

She screams.

Her hands claw at the blanket, fingers gripping my arm as she whips her head back and forth beneath me.

“Oh my God,” I whisper.

I bite down on my lip, groaning as my eyes squeeze shut, then flutter open again. I can barely think. Barely breathe. I keep sucking in air so I don’t pass out.

She starts pushing back into me, matching my pace. Her ass jiggles against me and I feel myself hitting every part of her.

Then she does something unexpected.

She pushes me back and pulls herself off, turning over until she’s facing me. Our eyes lock. Before I can say a word, she shoves me to the side, onto my back.

“Oh my fucking God,” I groan as I watch her straddle me.

I grab her hips, my hands tight on her skin, watching as she lowers herself onto me. She takes my cock in her hand and guides it inside her. We moan together as she sinks down.

She starts to ride me.

There are no words for how good it feels. My eyes roll back every time she moves, and when they fall open again, all I see is her. Hot. Sweaty. Naked. Her body bouncing on top of me as she moans and screams.

I can’t take it.

She rubs her hand over her left breast, up her neck, completely in control. She owns my body like this. I’m trapped beneath her, and I don’t want to escape.

I want to stay right here forever.

One of my hands reaches back for the headboard. I grip it tightly.

“Shit,” I groan. “Fuck.”

I’m close. Too close. I can’t hold it anymore. She’s riding me. Riding me. Fuck. Fuck.

“Aah,” I groan as I finally cum.

It goes on for seconds. Long, overwhelming seconds. The longest orgasm I’ve ever had. She moans, her body shuddering over mine, and I feel it. The way she tightens around me. Pulsing. The same way she did earlier when I fingered her.

She’s cumming.

She’s cumming with me.

Heaven?

I sit back against the bed, eyes shut, breathing hard as she collapses over me, panting. After a moment, she pulls away and lies on her side, eyes closed, catching her breath. I watch her quietly.

She opens her eyes and sees the grin spread across my face. She closes them again, smiling, her shoulders shaking slightly as she giggles.

I giggle with her.

She’s beautiful. So beautiful.

“I’ll get us something to drink,” I say, climbing off the bed.

I grab my pants and pull them on without bothering with underwear. I throw on my shirt and button it completely wrong, skipping over the broken button. I feel dazed. High.

Before I leave, I glance back at the bed. She’s lying on her back, still breathing heavily.

I shut the door behind me and make my way quickly to the bar. I order a bottle of Merlot, her favourite, and two wine glasses. It isn’t until I lean over the bar, trying to catch my breath, that I realise I came here barefoot. Hair a mess. No underwear.

I chuckle to myself.

With the wine and glasses in hand, I head back to the room.

I open the door…she’s gone.

So is her dress. So are her shoes.

The grin that was plastered on my face seconds ago disappears completely as I sit down on the couch alone, the wine and glasses heavy in my hands.