I woke up with Zan’s warmth all around me, my body still humming with contentment.
We’d slept for a little while then made love again, slow and thorough, taking our time to savor each other as we hadn’t been able to do recently. I ran my hands every inch of Zan’s skin, caressing him and loving that I could take the time to do exactly what I wanted. Then I followed the same path, kissing and licking his magnificent body, often using my teeth to draw a groan from him.
And while I was indulging in him, Zan did the same to me, his hands and mouth gliding over my skin before he slid inside me and slowly built us both to an incredible end. Then we dozed in each others’ arms again. It had been a perfect afternoon.
I stirred slightly and Zan nuzzled the side of my head as his hand stroked over my breast, causing me to gasp.
“Mmmm, “ he growled, “the perfect way to wake up.”
I sighed, stretching in his arms and he took the opportunity to close his mouth over my breast, sucking for a moment before licking my still-hard nipple. “Perfect,” he repeated.
Stroking my back, he smiled. “I could stay here forever.”
“Me too,” I agreed, wrapping a leg around him and pressing my throbbing core to his growing erection, but a glance at the clock made me groan, “but we have to go soon.”
He rolled us over so he was on top and his hard length nudged my opening and I thought he would take me again, but he must have seen the clock too.
We had plans with my parents tonight and even though we both would have preferred to stay in bed, we wanted to spend time with them so they could get to know Zan better. Not to mention that later, I had a surprise for Zan. Well two surprises really, but I wasn’t sure how he would feel about one of them.
“You’re right,” he groaned, “we should get going.”
I was disappointed but we had to shower and get presentable so we could go home.
Zan got up, offering his hand to me and pulled me to my feet and against him, holding me tightly. He smiled, “You know, we can save a lot of time if we shower together.”
I nodded, returning his smile. “Yeah, and save water too.”
He moved in closer. “And I can fuck you good and hard one more time,” he said with a wink.
Shocked, I gasped, but he just chuckled and led me into the bathroom.
On the drive back to my parents’ house I snuggled close to Zan, not wanting to be apart from him. I couldn’t stop thinking about the afternoon we’d spent together and my thoughts turned back to the time just before we left.
In the shower we’d quickly washed each other and then Zan had insisted on going down on me. He’d teased my clit as he stroked his tongue into me, bringing me to orgasm two more times before sliding inside me and taking me against the tiled shower wall.
Just thinking about it was making me want him all over again.
It’s a good thing we had told my parents we were going dancing later tonight so we could slip back to the beach house to make love again.
But first we had to get through the night with my parents.
We were going to dinner and then to an opening at one of the local galleries that was featuring unknown local artists and auctioning some of their work and other pieces for charity.
My parents and their friends were all patrons of the arts, and although my parents preferred the symphony and ballet they had taken me to many gallery openings when I was growing up. Of course they were nothing like the ones I had attended in New York with Zan, but I was looking forward to it. One of the reasons was because I would get to see Zan relatively dressed up.
He is sexy no matter what he wears, but I’ve always had a thing for a man who is dressed up. I didn’t think he’d wear his leather pants, which could make me practically swoon, but his ass looks so great in slacks, I just want to squeeze it.
We arrived at my parents’ house too soon and I took Zan’s hand as we went to the door. My mother must have been waiting for us because she practically threw the door open. “There you are,” she scolded.
I felt myself blush and wondered if she could tell just by looking at us what we’d been doing.
I wasn’t ashamed of having sex with Zan, far from it, but it wasn’t exactly something I wanted to discuss with my parents, not to mention they would surely blame Zan.
“You have less than an hour to get ready before we leave for dinner,” she said.
I released the breath I’d been holding, and nodded. “No problem, Mom. We’ll be ready on time,” I assured her.
Zan and I went upstairs and he looked briefly around before pulling me into my room and shutting the door. Instantly we were in each others’ arms, kissing like we’d been apart for weeks.
Even though we’d spent the afternoon in bed, we were hungry for each other again.
After a too short moment we parted, both panting.
Zan stroked my cheek. “This afternoon was spectacular,” he said, “but I think we can top it tonight.”
I nodded, wiggling against him. “I know we can,” I said, turning and kissing his palm.
“Baby,” he groaned, “you drive me crazy.”
I smiled. “Just wait.”
He leaned in for another kiss, but I put a hand to his chest, smiling. “You’d better go before my parents find us,” I teased.
With a growl of frustration he nodded. “We will finish this later,” he promised.
He stole another kiss before releasing me and moving to the door. Opening it and looking through the crack, he winked at me before slipping out into the hall.
Going into my room, I headed straight into the shower. Yes, I had just showered with Liz but I didn’t think Liz’s parents would appreciate the raging hard-on I was sporting.
Stepping into the cool spray I tried to think about anything except Liz’s hot body wrapped around mine. I concentrated on washing my hair and thinking about sports and stupid TV shows and construction supplies, anything to calm me down.
When I was finished I was relatively presentable, but I knew it wouldn’t last long. I was sure Liz would be wearing some little cocktail dress that clung to curves, outlining her perfect breasts and hips and leading my eyes . . . shit.
I turned on the cold water higher.
After a few more minutes, I stepped out of the shower, quickly drying myself and slicking some product through my hair. I really hadn’t thought about what I was going to wear and grabbed a pair of dark gray slacks and a forest green shirt Liz had given me. I knew she liked the color on me, and I wanted to drive her just as crazy as she always drove me.
A black belt and my biker boots finished my outfit and I glanced at the clock, seeing it was approaching time to leave.
Grabbing my wallet and keys, I left my room and looked to Liz’s door. It was closed, so I assumed she wasn’t ready yet, and I had a brief thought of helping her, but of course I couldn’t with her parents around.
Going down the stairs, I saw Liz’s parents near the front door and nodded a greeting.
“Glad to see you’re on time,” Mr. Parker said. “I hope Liz isn’t running late.”
“She’s never late,” I said automatically, and then wondered if I should have kept my mouth shut. It showed a level of familiarity with her that might make her parents uncomfortable. But I didn’t look at them and instead watched the stairs.
I hated having to consider all my words and actions around her parents and I hoped it wouldn’t always be that way.
Movement at the top of the stairs caught my eye and I felt a jolt go through me that practically took my breath away. Liz was wearing a dress I’d never seen before and it made her look grown up and sophisticated. It was a deep cobalt blue and fit her like a glove, nipping in at her small waist and following the curve of her hip before ending mid-thigh.
As she descended the stairs, her eyes met mine and she smiled softly, and I could see all her love for me shining brightly. My eyes raked over her, trying to memorize every detail, already seeing in my mind the painting I would create.
When she was a few stairs from the bottom, I stepped forward, holding out my hand. “You look incredibly beautiful, angel,” I said.
Blushing, she put her hand in mine. “So do you,” she said with a smile.
Behind us, Mr. Parker cleared his throat. “We better get going.”
Dinner was one of the longest meals of my life.
I was trying to keep my mind and eyes off of Liz as much as possible so I wouldn’t offend her parents, but she was so fucking sexy I could hardly think.
I was so tempted to reach over and slide my hand up the amazing expanse of thigh her dress revealed as we sat at the table. Instead I attempted small talk.
Mr. Parker seemed to be in a better mood than he had been the last few days and I couldn’t help wondering why. I felt like I was surrounded by plots and traps and I had to watch every step.
Finally it was over and I had a few minutes alone with Liz as we drove to the gallery. I slid behind the wheel and turned to Liz, letting my eyes roam slowly over her, a smile curving my lips.
Liz smiled back. “What?”
“I am just thinking of all the things I’m going to do to you when I take that dress off you,” I said.
She leaned in, touching my thigh. “Tell me,” she purred.
“Hmmm,” I hummed, letting my gaze take in the creamy skin of her breasts exposed by her position. “I am really tempted to just take you right here in the car and show you.”
She smiled wickedly, her eyes dancing with mischief, “I’m game.”
I groaned. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. We might not ever make it to the gallery.”
Liz slid her hand up my leg and stroked me through my pants. “But we will continue this later.”
I held her eyes, “That is a promise.”
Did I mention I was horny all the time?
Well, sitting at dinner next to Zan looking sexy as hell did nothing to calm me down, and bantering with him in the car just made my whole body feel shivery. By the time we’d reached the gallery I’d decided not to even bother fighting it.
As the valet let me out of the car, I took the opportunity to admire Zan’s amazing ass in his slacks, and let him catch me looking.
With a wicked grin, he wrapped his arm around me, holding me close as we walked inside. His lips brushed my cheek as he whispered. “You better not let your parents see you looking at me like that.”
“Why not,” I teased. “They will just know that I want to eat you alive.”
He chuckled, but I reminded myself to be careful even though I was going crazy for him.
As we waited for my parents to arrive, I attempted to keep my mind off sex by scanning the gallery.
Near the front doors, several tables were set up to serve drinks, and waiters circulated among the crowd with trays of hors d’oeuvres. The space inside was divided into several areas, one of which was displayed the art created by the artists being featured tonight. Their work was arranged in groups with a picture of them and a bio nearby. At one end of the section there were half a dozen or so paintings intriguingly draped with cloth to conceal them. The center section contained a stage with chairs in front of it and I assumed that is where the introductions and auction would take place.
The rest of the gallery faded into shadow as only the featured areas were lit. You could barely see past the edge of the lights, and only because I’d been to the gallery before did I know there was a large staircase to the left of the main entrance.
We went to the right to leave our jackets at the coat check, and Zan got us drinks at one of the bar stations before we moved toward the stage.
About half the chairs in front of the stage were occupied and several people milled around on the stage. It was almost time to start.
Just as I was wondering what could be taking my parents so long, they came through the door and joined us and we made our way to the seats.
My parents greeted practically everyone we passed, knowing them all by name, and I was amazed. Was everyone they knew here tonight?
We took the chairs next to some of their friends, and only had to wait a few moments before someone stepped to the podium. “Ladies and gentleman, please take your seats and we will begin.”
Slowly people started filling the seats and I squeezed Zan’s hand as I studied the featured artists who were sitting on the stage, comparing them to the program I held. Two women and three men were seated together, a sculptor, a glass blower, and three painters.
My parents had plenty of friends who supported the local artistic community, but my mom and dad had never really gotten into art. They had a small collection of paintings and sculpture but it was mostly things that had been suggested to them as good investments. My parents directed their monetary contributions to the ballet and the symphony.
My dad leaned over to Zan. “I bet you haven’t had your art in a big opening like this,” he said.
“Dad,” I gasped, embarrassed. I knew they didn’t think of Zan as a ‘real’ artist.
Zan looked surprised but he answered modestly. “I’ve been lucky to be featured in a few nice galleries,” he said.
I wanted to tell my dad that Zan was a rock star in the New York art world, practically a god, but I held my tongue. I doubted that anything I said would make a difference.
Almost all of the people were seated now and the same man stepped up to the podium again. “Ladies and gentlemen, it is a great pleasure to welcome you to our gallery this evening to introduce these up-and-coming local artists. I am Hans Toller, the gallery manager, and it is my pleasure to…”
I tuned out as the announcer gave the bios of the artists, bringing them up to the podium one at a time. I was still incredulous about what Mr. Parker had said. What exactly kind of artist did he think I was? It made me think he hadn’t read the report his P.I. gave him. He certainly didn’t think I was successful and probably was a big part of the problem he had with me.
But I wasn’t sure how to fix that.
He had no reason to believe anything I said about my success. He would probably think I was exaggerating or lying.
Liz squeezed my hand again, shifting in her seat. She seemed agitated since we sat down and I wasn’t sure why. Possibly she was embarrassed or angered by her dad’s treatment of me.
I squeezed her hand, trying to reassure her. “It will get better, baby,” I told her softly.
Looking at me, she held my gaze. “Yes it will,” she said determinedly.
The tone in her voice was so sure it made me wonder, but before I could ask, she motioned to the stage where the final artist was just sitting down.
The announcer was still speaking. “Tonight, we also have a special surprise guest, one of New York’s hottest artists, and here is his manager to introduce him.”
Suspicion filled me and I turned to Liz. She shrugged and motioned to the stage again.
My manager Steve climbed onto the stage, going to the mic as the speaker announced him. “Please welcome one of New York’s premiere art agents, Steve Holbrook.”
The crowd gave a round of applause as Steve took position in front of the mic. “The artist I represent,” he started, “didn’t even know he was being featured here tonight. He’s on vacation locally and we thought we’d surprise him, so please give him a big hand so we can get him up on the stage. New York’s own Zan!”
The crowd erupted into applause and I turned again to Liz. “Did you know about this?”
She had a huge smile on her face. “Go on,” she said, pushing me up. “Your adoring fans are waiting for you.”
Still in shock I got up, and the crowd applauded even louder.
I was so proud as I watched Zan make his way through the crowd on his way to the stage. People started to get to their feet, applauding him wildly, many reaching to shake his hand. Obviously they knew his work.
I felt my eyes filling with tears. He was a great artist and he deserved the recognition, especially in front of my parents.
Looking at them sitting next to me, I could see the surprise on their faces.
My mother’s friend Sharon Lancer leaned over to talk to her. “Nancy, you sly thing. You didn’t tell us you had a famous artist staying with you,” she said with a wink. “You didn’t even introduce him to us at your party. Trying to keep a low profile, hmmm?”
I couldn’t help but smile at my mother trying to act like she wasn’t surprised. “He just wanted a low-key vacation,” she said smoothly.
I shook my head, turning to look at Zan as he climbed onto the stage.
He was right, of course, I did know about it. This was my first surprise of the night for Zan.
I had the idea about a week ago, suggesting to Steve that he make arrangements with a gallery to feature Zan’s work. Then I just had to make sure my parents and all their rich art-loving friends were on the invitation list.
Steve loved the idea, especially the part about it being a surprise. He’d done all the work, easily finding a gallery to agree and arranging for Zan’s work to be shipped. I just had to give him the names of the people I wanted to invite.
I’d kept the whole thing a secret from Zan because I knew he didn’t particularly like openings, but I was betting the exposure he got in front of my parents’ friends could influence my mom and dad like nothing else could.
Zan stood next to Steve as he went over Zan’s bio and then stepped aside to let Zan speak. I knew he hated it, but it would be over in a moment.
“This is a surprise,” he said, looking directly at me. “I had no idea. But you didn’t come here to listen to me. You came to see some art and,” he motioned to the other artists, “to celebrate your local artists.” He stepped back and everyone applauded.
The announcer stepped up to the mic again. “We have another surprise tonight.” He motioned to the covered paintings and the drapes were pulled down revealing Zan’s paintings, and the crowd gasped. “We are lucky to have some of Zan’s work in our gallery.”
I saw Zan talking briefly to Steve, and I wondered what he was saying, but then he left the stage and headed toward me.
When he reached the row where we were sitting, my parents’ friends intercepted him before he could get to me. They introduced themselves and I watched in amusement as they practically fell all over him.
“Zan,” my mother’s friend Sharon said, “what a genuine thrill to meet you. I thought you never left New York.”
Zan shook her hand. “This is my first time out of the city,” he said, glancing past her and giving me a direct look. I smiled, knowing he was waiting to talk to me.
“I guess you’ve been outed now,” her husband George said. “And in such a spectacular way. It is hard to believe it isn’t a publicity stunt.”
Zan just nodded, “You know managers, anything to keep the public interested in their clients.”
Sharon laughed, putting her hand on Zan’s arm. “So what brings you to our little town? Surely there are more exciting places to be.”
“Well Sharon,” he said moving toward me, “I’m here with Liz, spending the holiday with the Parkers.” He took my hand and leaned into me, placing a kiss on my temple.
“Oh,” Sharon said, making the connection, “you met Liz in New York. What a small world.” She turned to my mother, “I still can’t believe you didn’t say a word.”
As they continued to talk, Zan turned to me speaking quietly. “So you set this up?” he said with a smile.
“Well,” I said, “I suggested it. Steve was the one who put it all together.”
He shook his head.
“Zan,” I continued, “I know you don’t like these things, and I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to say no. I knew how surprised my parents would be when their art snob friends all made a fuss over you. I thought it would change their opinion of you if their friends respected you.”
He kept shaking his head, and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
“Are you mad?” I whispered. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
His eyes met mine and that sexy crooked smile raised one corner of his mouth. “I’m not mad, angel,” he said. “But I would love to hear more about how you are going to make this up to me.”
“Well,” I started, “I had an idea about that. I do know somewhere…”
Sharon interrupted me. “Zan, we’d be honored if you show us your work and tell us about it.”
Unfortunately, he really didn’t have much choice. “Of course,” he said smoothly. “I am curious to see which paintings my manager brought with him.”
Leaning in close again, he whispered in my ear. “I am really going to enjoy you making this up to me.”
“Me too,” I said with a smile.
Still grasping hands, Zan and I led the way to his paintings, with my parents and the Lancers right behind us. As we moved, other friends of my parents joined the group, introducing themselves to Zan until we had a crowd of about thirty people.
When we reached the paintings, ohhs and ahhs were expressed over Zan’s work, and the questions started immediately. What is this one called? What was your inspiration for this? How long did this one take?
Looking at my parents, I couldn’t help but smile at the look of pure shock on their faces as they watched their closest friends treating Zan with such awe.
My mother touched my shoulder. “Can we talk to you?”
I squeezed Zan’s hand and nodded toward my parents, and he understood, squeezing my hand before letting me go.
Going to the side with my parents, I was filled with pride again as I looked at all the people crowding around Zan, eager to see his work.
My father was the first to speak. “Are those prices accurate?” he asked, his expression filled with something that looked like horror.
I glanced at the price on the one painting I could see, and turned back to them. “Yeah, that’s usually about what his work goes for. Of course if they are bigger or smaller it can be a bit different.”
He shook his head. “I can’t believe his work goes for that much.”
I was getting mad, but I still tried to be polite. “Well you had him checked out. Didn’t the P.I. mention how much his paintings were in demand?”
They just looked incredulous, and I didn’t wait for an answer. “Look at his work,” I said motioning to the closest painting. “He is incredibly talented.”
I watched as they scanned the paintings. “And look at the people desperate to talk to him,” I continued. “Your friends are in the front of the line, because Zan is a great artist. He won’t be out on the street doing caricatures for the tourists any time soon.”
If it was possible my parents looked even more shocked. They knew I had overheard them.
I noticed Sharon and George looking at one of the paintings and talking intently. Then George motioned to the gallery manager. They were buying one of Zan’s paintings!
Motioning to them, I drew the scene to my parents’ attention. “Looks like the Lancers are going to have a Zan original in their house.”
And as if I had conjured him, a gallery worker appeared and placed a sold sign on the painting.
I shook my head. “Believe it or not, Zan really doesn’t like to be the center of attention, so I’m going to go be with him, and give him some moral support.”
I didn’t wait to hear if my parents were going to say anything. I was glad to get away from them for a while. This was Zan’s night and I didn’t want to ruin it by being angry. I wanted to concentrate on him and not think about my parents any more.
Slipping through the crowd, I took my place at Zan’s side. He welcomed me by wrapping an arm around my waist and clasping to him, and I felt my tension melt away.
I knew all of my parents friends very well and was greeted by them as they hovered around us. They talked to me about my schooling and life in New York, and asked Zan about his art. Finally one of my mother’s closest friends, Kristy, asked me how Zan and I met.
I couldn’t help smiling as I related the circumstances, remembering the first time I’d seen him in the quad at NYU and how he had affected me. He was definitely the most gorgeous guy I’d ever seen, but is was the way he made me feel, even without saying a word that had drawn me to him so completely. I could hardly think about anything but him until we finally got together.
When I finished my story, Zan kissed the side of my head.
Of course I didn’t mention to the crowd how sexy he’d made me feel or how much I thought about kissing him and making love to him. Just thinking about it now made my desire for him come raging back and I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. I’d been trying to keep it under control but really what was the point. I had to have him soon.
Kristy smiled too and squeezed my hand. “It’s nice to see two people so much in love,” she said.
Strangely her statement made me feel like an adult for one of the first times.
I was with the man I loved and we had a wonderful life together. I wanted my parents to like him, but I realized we would be happy together even if they never did.
As people continued to ask Zan questions, my gaze wandered to the Lancers where they were standing next to the painting they bought. My parents had joined them and they were talking, the Lancers motioning to the painting, and I imagined them explaining it to my mom and dad.
For the first time I really looked at the paintings and noticed one had a sign that said “Not for Sale.” Instantly I recognized it. The painting depicted a horse-drawn carriage near a pond, but with a twist. The horses were supernaturally pale, their hooves making sparks as they wildly ran through the night, eyes blazing, breathing flames. It was spectacular, haunting but passionate.
The memories came rushing back of when I’d first seen it. Well, when I’d first seen part of it.
It was the night Zan and I had first made love months ago.
I’d gone to the library to study and found Zan sitting at my usual table, drawing. He’d been making sketches of the carriage and horses in the painting.
I’d been so excited to be with him that night, but so nervous. We weren’t together, had never even been on a date but I could hardly think of anything but how it would be to kiss and touch him. I wanted him so much, but I was really inexperienced and wasn’t sure what to do.
Luckily, Zan wanted me just as much and took the initiative.
He’d given me my first orgasm as we sat at the table, and then he taken me into a quiet corner and gone down on me until I came again.
It had been incredible and I still remembered exactly how it felt the first time he touched me.
Hell, I wanted him so much. My pussy was throbbing and wet and I needed Zan inside.
I wasn’t sure how long it would be until I could have him, so I gripped his arm and leaned into him, letting the warmth of his body invade me as I kept my eyes on the painting with the carriage.
Zan had told me what it represented, which was also why he’d never sell it. The wild, burning horses depicted Zan’s desire and passion for me. He’d envisioned the painting before we were together, using it as a mainstream outlet for his frustration.
I wasn’t sure what had inspired Zan’s manager Steve to include the painting in the group he sent down, but it was perfect for our current situation. Raging desire unfulfilled.
Attempting to turn my mind to other things, I tried to concentrate on the people surrounding us, and what they were talking to Zan about.
I swear the people asked Zan questions forever, but it was probably only an hour. By then I was going crazy to have him. I was just wondering how much longer I’d have to wait when an announcement was made.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats. The auction will begin in just a few moments.”
The crowd around me started to disperse and I took a deep breath, glad I could finally escape the questions and the attention. I certainly hadn’t expected the evening to turn out the way it did, and it had caught me unprepared.
Even though Liz had been at my side practically all night, I’d hardly been able to talk to her or touch her, but it didn’t make me want her any less. I’d been hard practically since we’d left the house, and I’d had to keep myself under control the whole night, settling for holding her hand or wrapping my arm around her, reminding myself that her parents were likely to see every move I made.
But we would definitely make up for it after this thing was over. I intended to make love to her repeatedly when we got back to the beach house. I just hoped the auction didn’t last too long. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could wait.
Still grasping her hand, I turned to her and she met my smile with her own.
“Let’s get a drink,” she said, speaking a little loud to be heard over the crowd, and motioning to the front of the gallery.
“Sure,” I agreed. I was thirsty too and it would give us a moment alone together before rejoining her parents at the auction.
Threading our way through the crowd of people heading to the seats, we arrived at the bar and were practically the only ones there. I noticed that waiters were passing out champaign to the people in the seats but I ordered us soft drinks.
The bartender quickly handed us our Cokes and I took a long drink, completely emptying the glass.
The gallery manager stepped to the podium and the lights on the audience brightened as the rest of the gallery sank into shadows, and he started to speak. “Ladies and gentlemen we are about to start the auction, so please take your seats.”
I was about to ask for another drink but Liz touched my arm, drawing my attention, and when I looked at her I felt a wave of desire slam into me that almost took my breath. Her sweet, sexy smile let me know exactly what she was thinking.
Slipping my arm around her waist, I leaned in whispering. “Baby, you have to stop looking at me like that or I’ll have to take you right here.”
“Have I ever told you how great your butt looks in slacks?” she said innocently. “I’ve hardly been able to think about anything else all night than grabbing your ass as you fuck me.”
“Shit, baby,” I whispered. I practically growled I wanted her so much, and she obviously wanted me. Not for the first time I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and leave so we could be alone.
She just smiled and took a sip of her drink, looking at me over the edge of the glass, holding my gaze.
My cock hardened painfully, but we would just have to wait.
In the background I was aware that another man stepped to the podium. “Ladies and gentlemen, the first item up for auction…”
I tuned him out as I concentrated on Liz. I thought she would want to get back to her parents but she didn’t show any sign of moving. Maybe she just wanted some time away from them. There was certainly nothing more I wanted than to be alone with her.
I placed a kiss on her forehead and she leaned into me, wrapping her arm around my waist.
The bidding started on the first painting, and the whole crowd seemed to get into it. The painting seemed to be popular, or maybe they were just bidding because it was for charity, but the price quickly rose, with two men refusing to give in to each other.
Finally one man backed down and the crowd cheered and applauded. The people sitting near the winner patted him on the back and congratulated him.
The next item up for auction was announced, and the crowd oohhh-ed and aahhh-ed appreciatively, completely captivated by the auction. In my eyes the painting was nothing spectacular but I was sure the free-flowing champaign didn’t hurt.
The bidding was about to start when Liz grasped my hand, and gently started to pull me slowly away from the crowd.
The stage and surrounding area was spotlighted, and the gallery disappeared into the darkness around us, and Liz was leading me into the shadows. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she had in mind, but I couldn’t tell if there was a safe place for us to make love.
We both kept our eyes on the crowd, making sure no one noticed where we were going, but everyone was so involved in the auction that not one person looked our way.
Quickly we reached the deep shadows and I wondered with each step where Liz had in mind. It was so damn sexy and exciting to have her take the lead, knowing she wanted me so much that she had planned this out.
I stayed silent as she led me to a large staircase, and briefly wondered if we were going upstairs, but instead she took us behind the huge metal structure.
There were gaps between the steps that were about a half-inch which allowed me to see the crowd beyond, but I knew no one would be able to see us. We could barely see each other in the dim light.
Aggressively Liz pushed me against the wall, smiling as she reached between us, unfastening my pants and reaching inside to free my rock-hard cock. “Fuck me, Zan,” she demanded.
Growling, I grasped her perfect ass, picking her up as I spun us around and pressed her against the wall. Wrapping her legs tight around me, her eyes never left mine as I reached under her dress, pushing her panties aside and slid home inside her. Oh shit, she was so wet.
She gasped and started to move on me, her hips rolling slowly back and forth to slide me inside her. It was so fucking sexy I swear I nearly came, but I kept my control and immediately started to plunge into her.
We caught fire quickly, Liz grasping my shoulders for traction as she met my every stroke.
I wanted to take my time but our current position didn’t really allow for that, not to mention I knew we would have hours together later this evening. And there was nothing wrong with indulging in a quick hard fuck against a wall.
My gaze darted to the side, noting the crowd still engrossed in the auction, and I looked back at Liz. She smiled wickedly and I knew we were both thinking the same thing. We were fucking practically out in the open and no one even knew.
I sped up, slamming into hard, wanting to finish her spectacularly.
She gasped with each thrust and it was like fire in my veins. Her body started to arch and I knew she couldn’t last much longer. Reaching between us, I rubbed her clit in quick circles and she came almost immediately.
I watched greedily as her whole body stiffened and her sweet pussy squeezed my cock, making me explode with just a couple more strokes. Shuddering, I emptied myself into her.
“Mmmm,” I purred, nuzzling her cheek, “that was worth being ambushed tonight. I’m almost ready to forgive you,” I teased.
She kissed my neck, “Almost?” she asked, her breath sliding across my skin. “Well,” she whispered, kissing the edge of my ear, “it’s a good thing I have another surprise for you once we get back to the beach house.”
I pulled back, meeting her eyes. “Really,” I asked curiously, loving how aggressive she was being, “and what is that?”
Shaking her head, she smiled. “You’ll just,” she purred, pressing a kiss to my cheek, ”have to wait.”
Her lips met mine and I held her to me, kissing her lingeringly. “I can’t wait,” I whispered against her lips. “I want you again right now.”
Gently I put Liz down and fastened myself in my pants before helping her fix her clothes. Wrapping my arm around her, I placed a kiss on her head. “I wonder how much longer this thing is going to last.”
Pressing herself into my side, she slid her arm around my waist. “How ever long it is, it’s too long,” she said. “I can’t wait to have you all to myself. Maybe we should just leave now.”
I groaned in frustration. “We can’t,” I said regretfully. “I donated one of my paintings to be auctioned, so we have to stay until then. I agreed to take a photo with the winning buyer.”
She hugged me tightly. “That is so sweet,” she said.
I shrugged. “The money goes to a good cause.”
“Well, it’s good that I had a very special surprise in mind for you tonight because you really deserve it.”
Standing on tiptoe she kissed me again, and then we started back to the crowd.
Casually we rejoined the crowd by blending into the back and no one even seemed to notice. My plan had worked perfectly and Zan and I had gotten a quick fix for our horniness. Now, if the night would finally end, and we could really be together.
Zan was right, the auction seemed to go on forever and as each piece was announced, I kept wondering when his painting would be up. But I had a sneaking suspicion that it would be the last thing to go under the gavel because they would want to end with a bang.
It turned out I was right.
“And for the grand finale,” the auctioneer announced, “a painting donated by the surprise guest tonight.”
A gasp rippled through the audience as one of Zan’s paintings was placed on the display easel in front of the crowd.
The auctioneer continued with a description. “This is a 32 by 48 oil painting titled City Street that was painted last year. As you can see it is a stunning example of Zan’s typical style, capturing the gritty realism of New York life with an impressionistic flair.”
Pausing dramatically, he motioned to the painting, letting the crowd get a good look. The painting showed a run-down street with abandoned, boarded-up buildings covered in grafitti, broken glass and trash strewn around. But amidst the ruin, three shabbily dressed little girls were playing happily.
After a few moments the auctioneer spoke again, “Remember all proceeds from tonight’s auction go to benefit art and music programs in low income schools.” He motioned to the painting again, ”What do I have for an opening bid?”
It was no wonder Zan donated the painting. It had been a school art program that had gotten him started painting and basically saved his life. I was sure he was hoping that other kids would get the same benefit he did.
The opening bid was more than the painting would have normally sold for and the bids kept coming, quickly raising the price. Soon it was double the normal price and was still going strong. I couldn’t believe my ears.
More bids came in but people were starting to drop out, and couldn’t help wondering how high the last few bidders would go. Finally the gavel sounded at nearly triple the original price.
I hugged Zan tightly. “Congratulation,” I said sincerely. “I am so proud of you.”
He smiled. “Maybe Steve should raise my prices,” he said with a teasing twinkle in his eye.
I hit his arm playfully. “You’re getting a big head,” I teased back.
Catching me in his arms, he held me close. “You’re right, my head is getting big, but it’s not the one on my shoulders.”
I laughed, “Then it’s a good thing that we can leave soon so we can take care of that.”
“Why don’t you say goodbye to your parents and I’ll meet you as soon as I can?”
Nodding, I gave him another smile. “Try not to take too long,” I purred.
He growled, “You’re going to kill me with anticipation, baby.”
Giving me a quick kiss, he disappeared into the crowd. I followed him, threading my way among the people, going to where I’d last seen my parents, and found them sitting with several of their friends who greeted me warmly.
“Liz, wasn’t it exciting to see Zan’s painting go for some much?” Sharon asked me.
“Yes,” I said sincerely, “I was shocked. Zan is a great artist, but I had no idea someone would pay that much for one of his paintings.”
Sharon turned to my mother. “Nancy, you must be so proud of Liz finding herself such a successful man.”
I was really interested to hear my mother’s answer but unfortunately she was interrupted by the excited chatter from her other friends.
Crossing to my parents, I bent down so they could hear me. “Zan and I are leaving to go to the club so we’ll be home later.”
“You went to a club last night,” my father said grumpily. “And you have to work tomorrow.”
But my mother intervened. “Oh Jeff, they’re young and the want to have a little fun.”
I was surprised, but pleased. “Thanks mom,” I said, giving her a hug. “We won’t be back too late.”
After a just a few more minutes of small talk, Zan’s hand slipped into mine, and we were able to make our escape.
Finally we were alone and in the car and driving back to our private paradise, and I was excited, but a little anxious about the surprise I had planned. It was great in theory, and I was sure Zan would like it, but I was nervous.
I was still worried when we arrived, and a bit shocked that I couldn’t really remember any of the drive.
Zan parked the car and turned to me, smiling. “Let’s take a walk on the beach.”
I’m not sure if he could tell I was anxious, or if he really just wanted to feel the sand between his toes, but I eagerly agreed.
Going inside the beach house, we kicked our shoes off and opened the French doors that led out onto the beach.
Grasping hands we slowly walked onto the sand and to the edge of the water. The night was warm, almost sixty degrees, and there was a soft breeze blowing off the ocean. The moon was the main source of illumination, and we could see the lights of the hotel and town in the distance. It was so romantic and relaxing.
Leisurely we walked along the damp sand, the water brushing our feet as it ebbed in and out. I couldn’t think of anything more perfect than to share it with Zan.
Eventually we stopped, and Zan turned to me, brushing my face with his hand. “I love you, angel,” he said. “I really love you.”
I smiled, knowing he had gotten caught up in the romantic atmosphere too. “I know, Zan. You show me every day how much you love me.”
He held my gaze, “And you show me.” He smiled, “Like colluding with Steve to get my art featured tonight to impress your parents.”
I nodded. “I want them to like and respect you, and I think it might have worked. But tonight I realized that it doesn’t make a difference in our relationship what they think. I love you and I love our life together.”
He hugged me to him. “I want your parents to like me too, angel, but I feel the same way. We will continue to be happy no matter what happens with your parents.”
I squeezed him tightly. “Thank you for putting up with my craziness about this,” I said.
Stroking my hair, he said, “It’s not crazy to want everyone you love to love each other.” Pulling back so I could see him, one corner of his mouth raised in a smile as he spoke, “Even if you did force this thing on me tonight.”
“You’re not really mad are you?” I asked, suddenly uncertain. He did keep mentioning it. “Didn’t you like it just a little?”
“I liked that you wanted to do something to help your parents accept me,” he said, and then half shrugged with one shoulder, “And it wasn’t too bad.”
“Awww, you poor thing,” I teased, “it’s a good thing I planned to make it up to you tonight.”
“That’s right,” he said with a smile, grasping my ass and pulling me against his erection. “So what did you have in mind?”
Wrapping my arms around him, I leaned in to kiss his neck. “You’ll just have to wait.”
“Well,” he said, “I guess it’s time to head back.”
I laughed, but nodded. “Okay, I think you’ve waited almost long enough.”
With our arms around each other we started walking back. “Almost?” he asked.
Arriving back at the beach house, we stopped to wash off our feet at the outdoor shower. We looked longingly at the hot tub, but Zan said what was on both our minds. “It is tempting,” he said with a wink, “but maybe a little too public.”
I stored away the idea for another time and put my hand to his chest. “What I have in mind for tonight is more of an indoor activity.”
Pulling his shirt, I led him into the bedroom, closing the doors behind us, and then pushed him down into a chair. He reached for me, but I avoided his hands, shaking my head. “Stay right there,” I ordered, “and you will have your surprise in just a few minutes.”
Picking up the bag I brought, I went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Quickly I took a shower and dried myself. I didn’t want to keep Zan waiting. Then I slipped into the clothes I brought for the occasion.
I was still a little nervous, but I boldly opened the door and walked into the bedroom.
Zan stood up, taking in my appearance greedily, his eyes darkening as they roamed over my body.
I’d bought a new outfit before we left New York and I thought it was the perfect night to unveil it to Zan. It was a bra and tiny panties made out of a black mesh material, and a short matching robe. And it was all completely see-through.
It didn’t so much cover me as accentuate certain areas, and from the look on Zan’s face I’d made a good choice.
“Do you like it?” I asked.
“You’re beautiful, baby,” he growled.
Crossing to me, he took me in his arms. “I could look at you like this for the rest of my life.”
He ran his hands over my breasts, down my stomach and followed the line of my panties, cupping my mound. Leaning down, he took my breast in his mouth, sucking me through the material. “Perfect,” he hummed, between kisses on my breast.
“This is an excellent way to make it up to me. I’ll have to make sure you need to make up to me more often in the future.”
I giggled. “This is only part of it,” I said, as I started to unbutton his shirt, “and you are really overdressed for the next part.”
With a crooked grin he let me undress him. First I parted his shirt, rubbing my hands over his magnificent chest as I pushed the sides open and slid it down his arms. Then I rubbed his impressive erection through his slacks before working on the fastening. Finally getting them unbuttoned and unzipped, I let his pants fall to the floor before I slipped two fingers into his boxers and pushed them off.
Grasping his cock, I stroked it just the way I knew he liked, and he groaned. “Oh, baby.’
He started walking me backward to the bed, but I put a hand to his chest, shaking my head, “Not yet.”
A wicked grin raised one corner of his mouth. “What did you have in mind?”
I pointed to the end of the bed. “You sit there,” I ordered, “and I show you your surprise.”
Instantly he complied and I went into the bathroom to retrieve my bag. Setting it next to the bed, I reached inside, but hid the item I took out behind my back before I climbed into bed and settled into a reclining position on the pillows by the headboard.
The butterflies started in my stomach, but I took a deep breath, this was for Zan.
Holding his gaze I started to explain, hoping I sounded as brave as my words. “I know you really missed me the first night we got here, and I missed you so much. It was the first night we’d spent apart, but you made it better by packing this for me.”
I brought the vibrator out from behind my back. “And I know you wanted to see me using it as you talked me through it, so tonight I thought I’d show you what you missed.”
“Fuck,” he groaned.
I giggled. “We’ll get to that eventually, I’m sure,” I said with a wink, “but for now no touching. You can only tell me what you want me to do with this,” I said, waving the vibrator.
His eyes darkened with desire and his look turned completely predatory. He loved the idea just like I knew he would.
“Spread your legs, angel,” he ordered, “so I can see that sweet pussy.”
I did as he asked, and he crawled up the bed toward me.
“No touching,” I reminded him.
He lay on his side between my legs, and rested his head against my knee. “Just getting a better seat,” he teased.
I blushed, still feeling a bit nervous, but I could see how much it excited Zan, and I loved giving him something after he had given me so much.
“Rub it on your breasts,” he growled starting off.
Obeying him, I slid the vibrator over my mesh-covered breast, going in circles around the nipple, and was surprised that it actually felt nice. Sure it had when I was alone, but I thought it might be embarrassing with Zan watching, but it really wasn’t. It was just another tool for giving each other pleasure.
I started to get more into it as I continued, circling one nipple and then the other, making them both stand to attention. Then I brushed it over one hard nub, gasping a little with the sensation.
“Turn it on low,” he ordered, “and rub it on your nipples.”
Doing as he said, I flipped the switch and it whirred to life. I started at the top of my breast, moving slowly down until I reached my nipple. An intense jolt of electricity rushed through me that shot straight to my clit, making my body jump and drawing a sharp gasp of reaction from me.
“The other one,” he groaned.
I did as he said, pressing the buzzing head to my sensitive nipple, rolling it around, making me moan as my hips jumped.
Zan’s hand was suddenly on my stomach, stroking me as he leaned in closer, and I was about to remind him of the rules when he spoke.
“Follow my hand,” he said.
Leaving my breasts, I trailed it down my stomach following Zan’s fingers, over my hip to the inside of my thigh. He traced the edge of my panties, going up and around and down the other side. It felt so good and was making me so wet, I just hoped he didn’t make me tease myself too long.
“Brush it over your pussy,” he growled and his fingers showed me where to go.
I did just as he had, lightly trailing the vibrator over my core, making my inside muscles clench and my hips jump.
“Oh yeah,” he breathed, stroking the inside of my thigh, “again.”
The tone of his voice and his obvious enjoyment of watching me turned me on even more. This time I slowly slid it down one side and up the other, tracing my pussy lips and then briefly pressed it to my core, making me gasp.
“Slide it over your clit, angel,” he ordered.
Circling my lower lips again, this time I passed the vibrating head over my clit. It felt so good and my head arched back.
Zan’s fingers slid from my thigh to the edge of my panties as if he was echoing what I was doing, and I shivered all over.
“Rub it on your clit,” he said.
Pressing it to my sensitive nub, I rolled it up and down and then started to move in small circles, and involuntarily my hips started to move with it.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he groaned, stroking my thigh, “turn it on high and rub your clit until you make yourself cum.”
I didn’t think it would take very long. I was already so turned on, I was betting I couldn’t last more than a few seconds.
Sliding the lever up all the way, I pressed the vibrator to my clit. It was so intense that immediately electric sensations flashed through me, making me gasp for air and my hips thrust. Zan’s fingers slid over my core, teasing me through the mesh, increasing the intensity and forcing small whimpering sounds escaped me.
My whole body arched back, “Zan,” I gasped, and then I flew over the edge.
He reached up, turning off the vibrator and I felt his fingers still stroking me as his lips pressed to the inside of my thigh. “Perfect,” he hummed against my skin.
He continued to trail his fingers over my clit and pussy as I worked to catch my breath. He’d obviously enjoyed it, and I touched his face to get his attention to offer my next wicked suggestion.
When his eyes met mine, I said it before I lost my nerve. “Are you ready to see me fuck myself now?”
I wasn’t sure Liz could have surprised me more. I didn’t know where all her courage was coming from but I was loving that she was so comfortable with me and her own sexuality.
“There’s nothing I want to see more, angel,” I assured her.
She reached down, hooking her thumbs in her panties and lifted up, and I help her pull them down her legs, tossing them on the floor. She was still wearing the bra and robe and it spilled around her in bed like a dark cloud. I could feel another painting coming on.
I watched greedily as she slid the vibrator between her legs, rubbing it across her clit before moving it lower. With her legs spread wide, she glided it across her lower lips up and down, using a little pressure on to slowly part them and then rub it over her pussy.
Fuck! She was so beautiful!
Her hips started to rock with the motion of the vibrator sliding up and down as she gradually got closer to her goal.
Suddenly she turned it and angled it to line up correctly and dipped just the head inside her.
I groaned as I watched it disappear into her and reemerge, and felt my cock jerk. It would be a miracle if I didn’t cum from just watching her pleasure.
Again she pushed it inside her a little more this time, before pulling it out. With each stroke inside she took it a little farther into her until the whole dildo was filling her up.
She started pumping it slowly in and out, her hips moving to meet it.
Shit! It was so sexy! I couldn’t stop myself from touching her.
My hand stroked across her thigh and up to her clit, brushing it lightly as she started to speed up. Her sweet pussy so wet that moisture was escaping, coating her lower lips.
“That’s it, baby,” I growled, “fuck yourself good and hard.”
She sped up even more, starting to really ride the vibrator, plunging it into her, and I rubbed her clit harder.
“Fuck, baby, yes!” I groaned, and reached to cover her hand on it, turning it on.
“OH!” she gasped in surprise, her rhythm faltering. She plunged it into her again, trying to recover but she was already too far gone. Her back arched off the bed as she sunk it to the hilt and she came screaming my name.
Still holding her hand over the vibrator, I backed it out just a bit until the head was pressed to her G-spot, and watched with satisfaction as her whole body shook with the shocks of pleasure.
After a moment I turned it off and slid it out of her. Her hand was limp with pleasure so I took the vibrator from her.
She was still gasping for breath, but I didn’t give her any time to recover, dipping my head to her sweet center, I went straight for the nectar in her pussy.
My mouth closed over her and I took a long lick up to her clit and back down, plunging my tongue into her. Her hips thrust into me and I smiled against her. She always wanted me so much.
I took a moment to suck and lick her lower lips, making sure to gather every bit of moisture, before sucking her clit into my mouth and teasing it with my tongue.
Her gasps of pleasure inflamed me even more, and I returned to her pussy sinking my tongue into her again and again, wanting to give her pleasure but also greedy for the taste of her.
Her fingers slid into my hair, gripping it as her hips started to move with me, and I knew it was time. Thrusting my tongue deep into her, I pressed the vibrator to her clit, turning it on. Rolling it over her nub, I matched the rhythm of my tongue stroking into her.
Almost instantly her fingers tightened in my hair as her body arched. I held the vibrator to her clit, listening to her quick gasps of breath for a handful of seconds before she came.
I withdrew immediately, kissing my way up her body until I was in position to slide my cock into her. She was so wet I entered her easily, pushing my whole length completely inside her.
Brushing the hair off her sex-flushed face, I smiled down at her. “So beautiful, angel.”
She was still gasping for air but wrapped her arms around me, sliding her hands down my back until she gripped my ass. With a smile she jerked me to her, settling me even deeper inside. “Fuck me, Zan,” she demanded.
How could I refuse such a sexy request?
Even though I was desperate to cum, I started a leisurely pace, rocking inside her as I bent down to take a perfect breast into my mouth. I sucked her hard, licking her pebble nipple through the mesh bra.
She shivered in reaction and I switched sides, giving her other breast an even more thorough treatment until she started to moan.
Shifting to lean on one arm, I made enough space between us to slide the vibrator over her clit and turned it on as I sped up inside her.
She reacted almost immediately, her hips thrust into me hard, matching my rhythm, and her hands pulled at my ass, trying to bring me inside faster. High pitched gasps escaped her and I watched her come apart in my arms.
But I wasn’t finished with her yet.
I didn’t even slow my thrusts inside her, and kept the vibrator pressed to her nub as I bent down to suck her breast.
Liz whimpered, her whole body jumping with electricity. With just a few strokes, she wrapped her legs around me, and her hips started to move with me again as she caught fire.
“Oh Zan!” she cried out, “Zan!”
I sped up, slamming into her, making sure my whole length sank inside her. Her whole body arched, her head bowing back, and I flipped the vibrator on high speed.
She gasped for air with quick indrawn breaths as I filled her again and again, and her hands fluttered against my back.
She climaxed suddenly, her body going rigid in my arms as her sweet pussy clamped around me hard, bringing on my own orgasm.
Growling, I kept thrusting into her as I emptied myself completely.
I turned the vibrator to low and slid it slowly back and forth over her clit, making her body jerk with electricity, drawing out her pleasure.
I stroked her neck and breasts as she came down, leaning in for the occasional lick across her nipples. Finally her body started to quiet and I turned off the vibrator, setting it aside.
Liz had dreamy smile on her lips and I brushed them with my own.
Neither of us spoke for a while, just happy to be together.
I continued to touch her and my thoughts turned to the drive here. I could tell she was nervous in the car, but I had no idea why. That’s why I suggested the walk so she didn’t feel pressured to jump into bed immediately. I wondered if she felt she was missing the romance, but now I knew what had been on her mind.
She was nervous about using the vibrator for me, but she’d overcome her fears because she knew I would like it. I knew how hard it must have been for her.
I brushed her lips again. “That was perfect, angel,” I whispered, “so beautiful. I couldn’t ask for a better gift than seeing you cum again and again.”
She touched my face. “You really liked it?”
I kissed her again. “And I hope you will always remember how beautiful and sexy you are to me, especially when you are pleasuring yourself.”
She blushed, and I cupped her face so she wouldn’t look away.
“Every time we make love is special, angel,” I said sincerely, “but I’ll always remember the gift you gave us both tonight.”
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