High Tea
What in the holy fuck was going on with Bella and why the hell was she making me show up at some sort of High Tea thing for her damn Drunko group?What the fuck was High Tea anyway? I wondered and then sighed heavily. There was no way this was going to be anything other than a complete and total cluster of an afternoon.
High Tea, my ass, I scoffed cynically to myself. More likely Long Island Iced Tea. All those frickin’ women did was gossip and drink every time they got together to play Bunko—and not necessarily in that order. Embry, Jared, Sam, and Paul damn sure better have dragged their sorry asses to this soiree since their wives were members as well. If this ended up being twelve jabbering drunk women and me for the next two hours, Bella was going on sex restriction for a week.
Well, technically, she was on sex restriction already, I reminded myself. After she’d rented Remember Me starring that English fairy on my movie night pick and then cried down my shirt for twenty minutes, I’d lowered the boom on her. Yeah, right, I grinned to myself. Every time I threatened that one, I never made it 24 hours before she got my pants around my ankles and had her way with me. It sure was fun to find out how she was going to wear me down, though.
Walking into the stuffy lobby, I didn’t see any of the other guys lurking around searching for a bar or an escape. Damn it. Not good news. A few octogenarians and prissy looking arty types were strolling about giving me the once over. Oh, yeah, this was going to be a real fun filled afternoon. Sighing, I made my way over to the Concierge Desk and asked about Bella’s group.
“Mr. Black?” A sophisticated woman looked at me and smiled. Seeing my nod, she got up and led me out to a hall of nondescript doors and indicated one that was equally as uninteresting as the others. “You’re here in the Rose Tea Room, sir.”
Great. Sounded just ducky.
“Go right on in. I do hope you enjoy your High Tea, Mr. Black. We’re quite famous for our elegant dos, you know.” Trying not to shudder or roll my eyes, I entered the room.
I expected to walk into a party full of yakking, tipsy spouses and was stunned by the utter quiet in the room other than some soft music playing in the background. Squinting while my eyes adjusted to the dark space, I made out a table dotted with little silver platters that were piled high with tiny cakes, sandwiches, and cookies, along with a tall silver teapot. Next to the table stood my beautiful wife. What the fuck?
Bella looked luscious in a long-sleeved silky blouse that tied in a prim bow under her chin. She had on pretty little pumps and a slim skirt that wrapped around her body. Her hair was pulled on top of her head into a bun thing and she had her reading glasses perched on her nose.
All in all, she looked like the secret librarian fantasy I’d had when I was thirteen. I grinned. What the hell was she up to?
“Would you join me in a cup of tea, Mr. Black?” she asked softly.
“Why yes, I’d love to join you, Mrs. Black,” I leered back.
Before I could move, she instructed me, “Better lock the door then. I told the staff we’d like to have some privacy, but I’d hate to have our…tea … interrupted.”
Damn, so would I. Complying, I strolled over to her and leaned on the table, trapping her between my hands.
“Tsk, tsk, Mr. Black. You need to have a seat while I fix your tea.” She indicated a plush chair in front of her and I plopped down willingly, eager to find out what was going to happen next.
She turned around and leaned over the table, waggling her little fanny in my face. “Hmmm, let’s see. What flavor would you like? We have black tea, white tea, Oolong, and Pu-erh.” She stretched the word out lovingly. Jesus, she had purring tea? “Which one would you like to taste?” She gave me a soft smile over her shoulder.
“Why, I’d like to taste a little Black,” I smirked.
Laughing, she pulled out the tea bag, assembling some china and a little spoon. She picked up the heavy teapot, and poured in the water, managing not to spill or drop a thing. Turning around, Bella crossed her ankles and leaned against the table. “Now, Mr. Black, a bit of patience. We have to bob … bob … bob … the tea up and down in the hot, steamy water ever so slowly,” she informed me as she allowed the little bag to dip lazily again and again into the tiny cup.
I could feel heat stir through my body and my dick began to twitch as I stared at her. Finally, she stretched over to hand me my tea, her fingers and eyes lingered on mine before she turned and picked up her own drink, breathing it in and then taking a long sip.
“Mmmm, it’s so hot, Mr. Black.” She looked at the brew and then stared into my eyes as she pursed her lips and blew softly into her cup. I shifted in my seat as my pants became uncomfortable. Her little pink tongue licked the rim before she took another sip, and then she sighed and put down the saucer.
“My goodness, drinking this tea is getting me all warm and…sticky.” I inhaled deeply and caught a whiff of her arousal. Fuck me. She edged back onto the table behind her until she was comfortably seated—I noticed a large section of it was empty—and she crossed her legs and leaned back on her hands.
Slowly, she fanned a hand in front of her face. “I better take these off before they get steamy,” she informed me as she carefully set her glasses to the side. Then she reached for the tight bun behind her head, pulled out the pins that secured it, and then shook her hair causing it to cascade down her back. I stared at the mahogany strands and itched to put my fingers in them, but there was no way I was interrupting this little show.
She cocked her head as if she were in deep thought. I watched, fascinated, as she pouted and tsked to herself. “I’m still just way too hot, Mr. Black,” her voice oozed over me. Slowly, she pulled the tie at her neck and, closing her eyes, she seemed to be concentrating intently.
“No, I’m afraid that didn’t do it either,” she finally concluded. “I’d better get rid of this stuffy old shirt.” Sounded like a great idea to me.
Never opening her eyes, she unbuttoned both cuffs and then slowly, slowly let her hands slide down the buttons of her blouse, caressing each one as she slipped it open. Moving her fingers under the waistband of her skirt, she gently skimmed her stomach and then sighed in frustration. “This silly skirt is blocking my way. I guess I’ll just have to undo it as well.”
My eyes got huge as I watched her hand slide to the clasp holding her wrapped skirt together. She hummed as she released the catch, and then pushed the cloth away, revealing the ivory silk of her slip. “Oh, yes, that’s so much better.” She opened her eyes and stared at me under her lashes. “Let me just peel off this shirt and I’ll feel cool as a … mmmm … cucumber.”
My temperature was skyrocketing as I watched her slide the thing off her shoulders and arms. Underneath the blouse she wore a delicate camisole. My fingers longed to feel its silk as well as the velvety skin that it hid. I glanced at the door—sincerely hoping no industrious busboys came rushing in to clear the table anytime soon. Meanwhile, Bella slid off her little pumps and leisurely stretched out her toes. One tiny foot just happened to stroke my bulging erection.
“Oh, Mr. Black, I am sooo sorry,” she exclaimed. “What must you think of me?” she asked worriedly as she bit her lip. I tried not to groan as I watched her.
When she moved her foot, her leg slid through the high slit in her slip. “Oh, my, Mr. Black. And I just realized—I forgot to put on my panties before I … came.” She eased her legs apart and, sitting in my chair, I had a bird’s eye view of the deep pink petals between her thighs. Fuck me running and steal my shoes! Her sweet little pussy was wet and swollen, which made my dick feel like it was going to explode at any second. Sitting was no longer an option for me.
When she saw me stand, Bella pulled her legs up underneath her and wriggled around on the table. I had no idea what the hell she was doing, but I held my breath, hoping that none of the china or trays came flying off in the process. She turned a hundred and eighty degrees and lay down, positioning her feet away from me, while her hair brushed against my legs as I stood next to her head. Staring up at me, she stretched her back like a naughty little kitten and smiled.
I growled softly as I leaned over her and caught a satin bow between her breasts with my teeth, tugging it gently until it came undone. My hands cupped the sweet mounds before me and I flicked the tiny buttons of her camisole open to reveal her bubble gum pink nipples. God, I never would get enough of her if I lived a thousand years.
I drank in the ivory and rose feast before me and licked my lips. Capturing one soft nipple with my mouth, I tongued it lightly. Fuck, she always tasted like nectarines. My hands grazed down her body and I pulled off her slip, then my fingers slid between her legs and dipped into her wet folds. I wanted a taste. My eyes closed as I hummed in satisfaction while I licked my fingers, cleaning them the way a cat would groom himself—making sure I didn’t miss a delicious drop. I needed more, and I spread her thighs open so I could enjoy my meal. But Bella had other ideas.
I felt the delicate sensation of her fingers on my thighs. Deliberately, she skimmed them up my groin and cupped my cock; I couldn’t contain the deep rumble in my chest. Her hands moved to my belt buckle, dealing with it efficiently, and then she pulled down my zipper, slowly sliding my pants and underwear out of her way. She claimed her prize and grasped my erection in her little fingers. Jesus, what this woman did to me.
“Lean back, Mr. Black. I need to investigate this area more closely,” she whispered huskily. As I did as I was told, I realized Bella had draped her head off the table so her mouth was perfectly positioned over my dick and she began to lick the tip gently.
There was no way I could stop myself.
I pushed my cock between those pouting lips and reveled in the feel of the soft, tight, cave that surrounded me. I tilted back so I could watch my length slowly feed in and out of her mouth. With her head in this position, it went deeper than ever. God damn! The sight and sensation made my balls tighten and tingle.
The tip of her tongue traced the rim, and then quickly flicked the underside ridge, nearly making me lose my mind. Sliding her hands down, she cupped my balls and then pulled me forward so she could gently draw them into her mouth.
“You don’t need to do that, baby,” I whispered softly. It always amazed me that she found every part of my body desirable. She continued to stroke me and then opened her eyes.
“Mmmm, oh, yes I do,” she murmured as she stared up at me. “You don’t know how good you taste to me, Mr. Black. You’re all musky down here, honey, and yet you still have that clean, crisp scent I love. It drives me crazy, Jacob.”
Purring contentedly, she nuzzled down the sensitive seam between my nuts, licking and delicately sucking as she went. I threw my head back and tried not to blast my load all over her as she gently drew one ball and then the other into her mouth, sucking on them like they were blow pops, and then rolling them under her tongue so I could feel the silky texture there. When she moaned, sending vibrations through her mouth and throat, the sensation was like an electrical current shooting through my groin.
“Fuck, Bella! Honey, I’m gonna come!” I warned her, trying not to shout, but I really didn’t care if everybody in the stuffy hotel heard me.
“I love you, Jake,” she whispered, and then she latched on to me, pulling my cock deeper and deeper into her throat. Leaning over the table, I buried my face in her stomach, jerking and twitching as I finally blew into her sweet mouth.
When I became coherent, I turned my head, pillowing it on her little belly. “Shit, Bells. God, are you trying to kill me here?” I finally gasped. “Where the hell did you hear about that?”
She giggled and scooted her way down, narrowly missing a platter of little pies. When our faces were opposite each other’s, she looked at me and grinned. “Well, I was reading a piece in The Ladies Home Journal last week entitled ‘Tantalizing Teas and Titillating Table Toppers – How to Get the Most Bang for Your Buck.’ They gave very specific recommendations.”
“Fuck me, what a great article. We ought to get a subscription to The Ladies Home Journal immediately, honey. I’ll write out a check tonight,” I promised. “When my mom used to subscribe, I don’t think they had anything like that or Dad would still be getting it.” I gave her a sleepy and contented smile. “Damn, they sure are getting progressive at The Ladies Home Journal.”
“Don’t you get too comfortable, Mr. Black,” she scolded. “No resting on the job when there’s more work for you to do. I’m not through with you by a long shot.”
I breathed in her rich scent and my cock twitched again, reminding me that I still had needs to take care of—her needs.
She rubbed my nose Eskimo style. “I’m afraid I’ve been a very naughty girl. You see, I’m on sex restriction week right now and I’m afraid I haven’t complied a hundred percent within the true spirit of the rules.” She looked at me pitifully.
I smiled. “My, my, I think somebody needs to be punished for that infraction, don’t you?”
She glanced at me under her lashes and nodded, her teeth biting into that lip again.
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Some time later, we collapsed onto the mess we’d made of the table, gasped for air and waited for our pulse to approach some sort of normal rhythm. Nestling into her sweaty little neck, I kissed her throat, and lazily glanced around at the chaos surrounding us—porcelain cups, little cakes, sandwiches, and tarts had landed everywhere—and I rubbed my nose against her ear and started chuckling.
“What?” She smiled up at me.
“Damn, honey,” I looked at her and managed an exhausted grin. “I never would’ve believed it, but I gotta say, I absolutely love High Tea!”
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Author’s Notes: Kisses to mybrandofheroin and diamondheart for beta’ing. You two are the cheese on my grits. A special hug goes to Tunde for not only pre-reading and offering many great suggestions, but for inspiring me to write this.
(For those of you following How to Seduce a Werewolf, if you’d like to read the complete version of this to discover just how the table ended up in this condition, I’ll be sending the NC-17 version out as a review bribe when I post the next chapter. Yeah, yeah, I know. I swear I’m going to post soon.)
