French Quarter

by Lacey Alexander

  “That’s your surprise,” she finally whispered.

  He smiled. “And what a sweet, delicious, delectable surprise it is.”

  Only then did he reach down, flip her dress up over her waist, and look at her smooth pussy. He moved farther down, situating himself between her legs to see better, and she felt him studying every bare curve of white flesh, and the slick pink part that divided it. “Beautiful,” he finally said. “So damn beautiful.”

  Then he smiled up at her. “Close your eyes, chere.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I have a surprise for you, too.”

  Liz cast him a curious glance and let her eyes fall shut.

  “Don’t peek,” he warned as he parted her legs.

  His gentle kisses across her abdomen didn’t surprise her, nor did the skim of his fingertips across the now-smooth skin of her cunt below. When he lowered a gentle kiss to the cleft where her clit was, she shivered in delight and parted her legs for him farther, still deeply pleasured but unsurprised as his tongue laved her, turning her wetter than she already was. She moaned and sighed and seemed to sink deeper into the bed as she relaxed into the growing pleasure, lifting her hands to fondle her breasts, forgetting all about surprises as liquid fire raced through her veins.

  And then she felt something new, unexpected, indefinable. Something pushing against her opening with deep, tender thrusts—but not his cock; she knew because his mouth still worked over her there.

  “Wh-what is…?”

  In response, he held up a long, cylindrical object shaped like a penis, made of some kind of pink rubbery material. Then he smiled. “I bought you a vibrator—one of the ones we looked at in the store last night.”

  Liz bit her lip, not quite sure what to think, uncertain how she felt. “I’ve never used one of those…”

  His grin deepened. “Really? Never? Not even just for yourself, in between boyfriends?”

  She shook her head, and knew her innocence was showing again. And she knew it was okay—that he didn’t mind her innocence and maybe even liked it—but she wished she didn’t appear so shocked by something as common as a vibrator, something used by women the world over. “I’ve just never even thought about…”

  “Mais, I think you’ll like it.”

  “Better than you?” she teased.

  “In addition to me,” he corrected, then teased, “as sort of a supplement to me.”

  He redirected his attention to her cunt, and used the end of the pink vibrator to nudge at her opening. “For instance, I can’t lick you and fuck you at the same time, but with this, I can.”

  She couldn’t help being intrigued. “Why don’t you demonstrate for me?”

  “With pleasure,” he said, continuing to push the fake cock gently toward her passage again. She tensed slightly, trying to watch, unable to see, and Jack laughed. “Relax, chere. Just lie back and enjoy.”

  She did as he instructed and instead of thinking so much about the vibrator entering her, she concentrated on Jack’s hot licks to her cunt. Certainly she was ready for that—her whole pussy had been excited and achy since she’d shaved it, so his tongue was a very welcome visitor. And as she watched him lick her, she realized the vibrator was pushing a little deeper into her with each thrust of his hand, and soon it was inside her, filling her the way his cock usually did. Still licking, he moved the shaft in and out with smooth strokes that only hinted at the power he could put behind them if he wanted. And although she thought nothing would feel as wonderful in her pussy as his rock-hard erection, the vibrator felt good, better and better with each passing second.

  And then, despite the fact that the toy was a vibrator, something happened that she hadn’t even thought about. He turned it on. The entire rubber cock pulsated against every part of her pussy—from the outer lips to the deepest inner sanctum.

  “How’s that?” he stopped licking to ask.

  “Unh…good.” She found it hard to talk when she got very excited, and she was getting more soaked by the moment.

  “There’s another little feature on this I think you’ll like,” he said as he continued thrusting it into her.

  “Wh-what?” she thought, thinking, Lick me.

  “You can’t see it right now, but there’s a nice little nub on the top of it made to stimulate your clit when you push it in all the way.” With that, he inserted it even deeper, shocking her. She’d thought it was in all the way already, but no—at least another inch had just been buried in her, and with it came what he promised—a hot, delightful pressure against her oh-so-excited clitoris.

  “Oh…” she said.

  Without realizing it, she’d started moving against the vibrator at some point, and now she moved harder, wanting to feel that nub quivering against her most sensitive part. She’d thought for a moment she couldn’t survive without him licking her, but the magical vibrator seemed to provide the best of both worlds—stimulation to her inside and out. Time slowed as she got lost in the sweet vibrations that seemed to fill her cunt from front to back, top to bottom. She moved harder, fucking the toy in Jack’s hand, and his thrusts came harder, too, as he whispered, “That’s right, baby, that’s right. Oh oui, chere, ca c’est bon. Work that sweet little cunt, chere. Work that sweet pussy until you come for me.”

  And then she was crushing her breasts in her hands and letting out a long, hot moan as some imaginary dam broke inside her and a river of pure pleasure rushed through her limbs, centering between her thighs. “Oh God, I’m coming, I’m coming,” she whimpered as her pussy convulsed around the humming tool, her clit pulsing with maddening palpitations that matched her heartbeat. She rode out the orgasm as long as she could, pumping her mound against the vibrator until the hot sweet throbs slowly faded.

  Above her, she found Jack wearing a wicked little grin. “I think you like my surprise, darlin’, just as much as I like yours.”

  She gave him a smile. “Very much.”

  “I’ll let you take this home,” he said, holding up the big vibrator, “so you can take care of yourself when I’m not around.”

  To her surprise, that sounded rather pleasant…but also like the words of a man who was trying to prepare her for his absence, a man who intended not to be around for long. She didn’t answer, only gave a short nod against the pillow.

  “Then I can imagine you doin’ it,” he said, his voice low and smoky. “I can picture you lyin’ in bed, fuckin’ your pretty pussy with this.”

  She decided to go out on a limb. “And thinking of you.”

  He grinned. “I should hope so.” He spoke in so jocular a manner that it gave nothing away about his real feelings toward her.

  But that was okay. As she’d promised herself from the beginning, whether this lasted a night or—dare she think—a lifetime…she would bask in the pleasure, enjoy each moment for what it was, soak up all the naughty delights she’d never reveled in before. And she’d just be thankful that she’d found a hot, sweet, sexy man like Jack to indoctrinate her to the true pleasures of the flesh.

  * * * * *

  An hour later, they lay in Jack’s bed in a perfect sixty-nine position. Jack couldn’t get enough of her lovely pussy tonight, so smooth and bare and sexy. That smooth skin just seemed to invite his touches and kisses.

  Below, she alternated between sucking his cock and nestling it between her breasts, sometimes raking the wet end of his shaft across one sweet, turgid nipple. Sometimes she gave long licks up his length or licked just the tip of him like he was a lollipop—she seemed to know just how to space out her hot little mouth treats so that he didn’t get too excited and come too fast. He was glad because he was enjoying his pussy play far too much to want it to end.

  The bare skin on the outside of her cunt was softer than any he’d ever felt. Even without any stimulation, her hot pink clit and inner lips jutted from the bare cleft, swollen from excitement. He raked his tongue across the knob of her clit and watched her flesh part slightly in response. Then he u
sed his hands to spread her wide and look at how flushed with desire she was. Below, she sucked him a little harder, so he returned the favor, sucking her engorged clit and stroking his fingertips across the damp lips below. Her pussy moved against him, effectively fucking his mouth, so he inserted two fingers. She was so soaked he could hear his fingers moving against her; he entered a third finger and listened to the wet sounds.

  A moment later, she released his cock, which was good—damn, much more of that and he’d explode, and he wasn’t sure he had the strength to tell her to stop. He looked down in the dimly lit room to see her sweet tongue darting gingerly out against the tip of him, playing, teasing. God, she was good—just watching her made him crazy. He loved how much she enjoyed having his cock in her sumptuous mouth, those berry lips wrapped around him like a soft vise, but the gentle tongue action she was delivering to his cock right now was hot and delicious, too.

  Withdrawing his fingers from her wetness, he decided she needed more to fill that hot little cunt, so he reached for the vibrator again. This time it went in easily, buried to the hilt in one thrust. “Oooh,” she cried above him.

  He released her clit from his mouth. “Good?”

  “Unh.” She nodded against his groin, before using her mouth to reach for his hard-on again, sliding her lips down over him like a warm, wet sheath.

  “Ah, baby, yeah.” So good, he thought. So good that he wanted to fuck her pussy as sweetly as she was fucking him with that lovely mouth. He turned on the vibrator and drove it into her with the same rhythm she used to suck him, watching it slide in and out of her slick passage with ease. The sight of her cunt, open and hungry and so accepting of his toy, turned his desire to a heated lust that gathered deep in his gut and made him moan. He lowered his mouth over her pink clit once more, sucking and fucking her, getting lost in the giving and receiving, but keenly aware that she was mouthing his cock more and more passionately. Deeper, deeper, she pulled him in until he thought the tip of his erection must be touching her throat. God, yes, baby, suck me. He moved against her, too, fucking her sweet mouth as he worked the tool in her cunt, pushing it farther into her, determined to fill her pussy as well as he was filling her mouth.

  Her breath grew heavier; her sounds of passion came with more abandon. Jack tried to hold onto his sanity and not come until she did, but it was hard because she sucked his cock so damn well. Her labored breathing only added to his excitement, increased the tension pulling his entire body taut as a clothesline. He thought for sure he would lose it when finally he heard her coming, moaning against his dick and fucking his mouth and the pink toy hard, hard, hard as she cried out. God, how much longer could he stand it? He worked to concentrate on her orgasm, thrusting the vibrator in time with her passionate cries, watching the way she worked her pelvis, absorbing the heated bliss in her expression.

  Only when he was reasonably sure her ecstasy had waned did he give up the fight and let himself go, warning her, “I’m gonna come, darlin’, I’m gonna come hard.” He thought she might release him from her encircling lips, but she didn’t, so his hot seed emptied into her throat as she continued sucking, sucking, through each heated wave of the orgasm, somehow taking him to heaven and back all over again with just that one generous act.

  When he’d emptied completely and she finally let loose of him, he looked down into her face, saw the remnants of white fluid at one corner of her mouth, and thought—God, she’s astounding. He instantly needed to hold her—it wasn’t a wish or a desire, but simply a thing he had to do. He reached for her and she came to him, turning in the bed so they were face to face.

  He reached up one thumb to wipe her lip, and then held his thumb upright between them so she could see what he’d rubbed away. To his surprise, she wrapped her hand around his, licking the white off, looking just as heated as if she were still licking his cock.

  She was killing him.

  Of course, she’d been like this—this exciting, this hungry—from nearly the moment they’d met, but he thought all her sensuality was having some sort of cumulative effect on him. The more wild, sexy things she did with him, the more amazed he became.

  He leaned his forehead against hers. “Do you know how fuckin’ hot you get me, chere?”

  Her smile was laced with sensuality and her voice came out whispery sexy. “In case you haven’t noticed, you get me pretty hot, too.”

  He smiled back, into her eyes. “A snowball effect, I guess. I get you hot, you get me hot, and it just keeps on growin’.”

  She nodded, her expression turning almost sheepish. “I love my new vibrator.”

  He nuzzled her, one hand drifting down to caress the curve of her hip as he let his wicked thought out in a low, raspy voice. “You liked havin’ two cocks at once, didn’t you?”

  To his surprise, she actually blushed. He couldn’t help laughing as he ran his fingers through her hair, pushing it back from her face. “Darlin’, I can’t understand how you can suddenly turn shy with me.”

  She laughed a little, too, as if realizing how little sense it made. “All this is so new,” she explained. “Most of the time it seems as natural as breathing, like something that’s been inside me all along, just waiting to get out. But I still have little moments when I can’t quite believe this is me.”

  “It’s definitely you, all right, lovely chere. ‘Cause you’re right—it comes to you as easy as breathin’ and I love the way you follow your instincts and take every ounce of pleasure you can when we’re together. And I loved fillin’ you up with two cocks at the same time.”

  She half-laughed, half-purred at him. “It was … almost overwhelming. But in a very good way.”

  He flashed a sexy smile. “Ah, where were you back when I was a college boy tryin’ to find a girl who wanted it that way?”

  Her look was questioning and he realized he’d been thinking out loud and would now have to explain. “You remember my friend, Ty—you met him that first day in my office.”

  She nodded. “He was…memorable.” Then she flinched softly, as if perhaps she’d said something she shouldn’t have.

  He laughed. “It’s all right, darlin’, I’m not the jealous type. All the ladies want to get in Ty’s blue jeans.”

  “Well then, all right, yes, I’ll admit I found him very attractive.”

  He grinned, liking that she would be that honest with him, and maybe he was even a little turned on, given the story he was about to tell her. “We met in college, were roommates—became best friends. Anyway, we had this bad habit of goin’ for the same girls, and we always joked that we needed to find one who’d let us share her, you know…let us fuck her at the same time. It became a fantasy, somethin’ we both wanted to do, at least once, but we never found a girl who was into it.”

  “Was there a time limit,” she began, sounding speculative, “to the fantasy?” She raised her eyebrows flirtatiously.

  He rested his head on the pillow, watching her every move, look, wanting to make sure he wasn’t misreading her. “No. No time limit.”

  Then she cast him a playful sideways glance. “Well, that’s good. You never know when someone willing will come along.”

  Down below, his cock perked to life a little. He ran one fingertip down the ridge of her breast, letting it play about the pink nipple, which was slightly erect but quickly got harder, longer, at his touch. “Hmm,” he teased, “seems I know a very excitin’ woman who hasn’t said no to anything I wanted her to do so far.”

  Liz couldn’t help letting a wicked little grin unfurl across her face. She could scarcely believe what she was suggesting, but the very second Jack had relayed the fantasy, she’d envisioned herself as the woman between the two men and her pussy had swollen with a lust she couldn’t push down. In a mere instant, she’d decided she wanted to do it, wanted to be with Jack and his friend, together.

  “I’m not sure I’d say no,” she whispered coquettishly, “to anything you asked me to do.”

  And she meant it. S
he was so aroused by the very idea of being shared by Jack and Ty that she’d have done anything in that moment, anything at all. The memory of meeting Ty and feeling so instantly attracted to him, so aware of everything that was lean and muscular and hot about him, only added to her heated desire. She wanted to do everything with Jack. And at the moment, that meant she wanted to know the joy of two men, two cocks—two real, live, hard, flesh-and-blood cocks—at once.

  Chapter 7

  The following night Liz walked hand in hand with Jack toward an elegant French Quarter restaurant called Cicero’s, on Decatur. She wore a sexy red dress of puckered fabric that clung to every curve. The halter style neckline was low cut, allowing for an exceptional amount of cleavage that made her feel ultra-sexy, and certainly didn’t permit wearing a bra. As they walked, her breasts jiggled slightly against the hugging material, making her aroused already—when, she thought, by all rights, she should be nervous.

  Jack had driven her home that morning, and later he’d called to say he’d invited Ty to dinner with them. “I…thought you might want to get to know him a little better.”

  The very idea of being with both of them at the same time had swum vigorously through her mind, a forbidden thought. Whereas, last night, she’d have invited Ty into their bed in a heartbeat, today she was a little more wary—yet still interested, still seriously considering the possibility. God knew the idea was beyond exciting—two hot, sexy men pleasuring her together. But…could she?

  “Okay,” she’d simply replied.

  He’d clearly heard the new doubt in her voice. “But you set the pace, chere. If you don’t want anything to happen, it won’t.”