Her with her legs up, him with his head between them, his mouth and fingers making her come like a wild woman. Her legs still wobbled at the knees.
Her belly did a flip and settled into a low burn deep inside. She wanted more! Needed more.
Heart hammering, she stepped up to him, then wrapped her hand around his shaft.
He jerked and dragged her closer. When he kissed her she tasted the combined salt of her pussy with the sweet taste of Taye. The combination aroused her while she used her other hand to try to undo the button of his opened fly.
Her hand shook so much he had to do it instead.
He stepped out of his cords and walked her backward to the bed. She stopped when she felt the mattress and raised the condom package to dangle between them.
With one deft move, and without looking, she tore open the foil and cheered inwardly at her panache. In a flourish she made it look easy, but three years of practice at parties had improved her skill.
She laughed when his eyes flared, and she fell backward to the soft mattress, legs wide. “Fill me, Taye. I need you.”
He growled and covered his cock with the electric pink rubber and set his knees on the bed. Eyes burning with focused need, Taye grabbed her ankles and set them on his shoulders. His wide, muscular shoulders.
She caught her breath as he began a slow slide down to her. Without stopping or adjusting, he pressed his heavy-headed cock to her entrance and just kept on sliding. Straight in, straight up, straight along her inner walls, spreading her wide, wider, widest with every inch.
Filled, stretched and completed, she moaned with the heaviness of him. “This is so good. Taye, you have to let me move.”
His jaw jumped with a tic as he pulled out a millimeter, then in again, and again, each time farther, harder, faster.
She surrendered to his rhythm and let him carry her over the edge. Her clit, sticky and plump, felt the tap, tap, tap of his rough possession, and each tap teased its way to her womb.
Nerve endings screamed trails that led up her spine and bloomed out of her chest. His mouth on her neck, near her ear, nibbled and kissed as he thrust into her again and again.
Tightening.
Tightening.
Tightening.
Arousal reached explosive, and she felt the tip over the edge begin. As she reached for her climax, his began with a shudder that took her up another notch.
If this was sex without commitment, then she needed more. With that thought being her last, sensation took over as she spiraled up into heaven with him.
He crooned into her ear and shuddered in her arms as she screamed with her come.
Spent, Taye rolled to her side, gathering her close. She snuggled in.
“Ready to sleep?” he asked.
“Not quite. You?”
“No.” He took two slow breaths. “Want me to leave?”
“Not unless you want to go.”
“No. This is good. You were fabulous.” He shifted. To give him the space he seemed to need, she rolled away. He got up silently and left to go to the bathroom.
Awkward thoughts of what to expect from him ricocheted through her mind. He might want to go home. She had no experience with one-night stands. Didn’t know if staying the night was expected or even wanted.
Through the closed door she heard the water run and some muted splashing sounds. He was washing up.
Taye was a tidy man and a generous lover. Her pussy twitched as she thought back over three spectacular orgasms.
She’d never had multiples before, but then her ex was always in a hurry. She should have realized how speedy he was before she married him, but she had put it down to teenage hormones.
She stuck her hands behind her head and stretched lazily.
The distant scent of the coffee came up from the kitchen. She climbed out of bed and went downstairs to bring up a tray.
Even if he didn’t want to stay for more sex, he might want to stay for coffee.
The bedroom was deserted when he walked back in, and he wondered if this was Kat’s way of letting him know she preferred sleeping alone.
He knew so little of her, in spite of the scorching looks and many awkward conversations they’d shared. Meaningless conversations that had told him nothing.
This was new for him. Sex before knowledge.
Generally he liked the women he slept with. He knew them well enough to know what they liked to talk about. Sometimes he knew their siblings or they had mutual friends.
But Kat had hit him so hard that he’d been consumed by lust for her and hadn’t been able to do much real conversing.
Now, he was at a loss what to say. Thanks for the great lay didn’t seem right, especially when he already wanted more. More sex, more talk, more time.
More Kat.
The clatter of dishes alerted him, and he looked toward the landing at the top of the stairs. Kat, balancing a tray laden with the makings for coffee.
“Cookies too?” he asked as he moved to take the heavy tray from her hands. He set it on the bedside table.
She scrambled naked to the center of the bed and patted a spot in front of her. “Let me serve you,” she said, crossing her legs. He caught a glimpse of her shadowed pussy and thought of a great service she could perform.
He passed her the tray instead of making his suggestion. Plenty of time for that, he thought. Right now, she was offering him steaming coffee and chocolate chip cookies.
“Fabulous sex and delicious snacks. A good neighbor couldn’t ask for more,” he said.
She laughed. And lifted the coffeepot off the tray so he wouldn’t topple it when he climbed onto the mattress with her.
“So, how was your party tonight?”
“Profitable,” she replied as she poured cream into her mug. She added the coffee afterward so she wouldn’t have to stir. “I forgot spoons.”
“I take mine black anyway.”
She made a check mark with her finger in the air. “Noted. He takes his coffee black.”
His balls caught fire as he studied her over his mug. Her breasts swayed with every movement; the taste of her on his tongue enticed him. The dark curls that hid her pussy looked damp and tasty. He wanted to slide his hand to her and spear a finger into her hole, so she could sit there and rotate into a shattering come.
He loved to swirl the softness of a woman’s G-spot and watch her eyes lose focus as he stroked her there.
His cock stirred back to life as he thought of Kat swaying with each delicate swipe along her softest inner flesh.
“Mmm, delicious,” she said, but her eyes weren’t on the cookie she’d bitten. They were on his rising rod.
His balls went tight as blood rushed to fill him out completely.
“So,” she said, “want to hear what I heard tonight?” The grin on her lips said saucy, sexy and fun.
“What?”
“Several differing opinions on cunnilingus.”
“When you say differing, do you mean there are women who don’t like it?”
She giggled and covered her mouth. “Please, I was trying to swallow. No! I didn’t mean there are women who don’t like their pussy licked. I meant techniques.”
“Did I do something wrong? Because if I did I’d be happy to give it another try.” He deadpanned his features. “I mean if you want to give me instructions, I’m more than willing to learn.”
Her nipples peaked into pearls as she pretended to consider his offer. “I’m thinking this would be a win–win situation for us both.”
“Indeed.” He sipped his coffee, found it deliciously spiced with a hint of cinnamon. He made a check mark in the air with his finger, the way she had. “Known. Kat makes great coffee.”
She looked pleased that he’d share her game.
“About those differing opinions,” he led.
“Some women like the deep pointed tongue spear, others like the kind of thing you did.”
“I’m not sure I have a technique. I love muff and want it all over my
lips and chin. Yours in particular,” he added. He made a show of licking his lips.
She stilled, and some of the humor fell under the rising heat in her gaze.
“Tell me what you liked, Kat. I need to know so I can do it again.”
He thought he heard a tiny whimper she tried to cover by taking a sip from her mug. He waited patiently, then cocked an eyebrow at her when she swallowed.
“You, uh, did something on my clit with your tongue I think.”
“Yes?”
“You pressed your tongue on me and let me roll my clit across it. But you used your chin too. I remember the incredible sensation of your bristles gliding across my opening.”
“I wanted to gather your scent on my skin. Makes me crazy, and my balls turn to stone.”
She leaned toward him then and cupped his sac. She weighed and measured and squeezed until he had to slam his mug down on the tray.
The smile she gave him would make a statue come. “Had enough coffee? Cookies?”
He slid the tray toward the end of the bed, then down to the floor.
“Then I heard a woman explain how she’d had two men at once,” she said in a rush.
That stopped him. Is that what she wanted? Because he was going nowhere near there and never planned to. What if he felt a hairy, knobby knee near his Johnson, or his hairy, knobby knee settled next to a bristly chin. It was enough to make a man’s cock make like a turtle.
Her eyes went wide when she noted his hesitation.
“Sorry,” she said in a soft voice. “I’m not into that, I just thought it was…”
“Interesting? As a point for discussion.”
She looked relieved. “Exactly.”
“What else did you hear?”
“There was a woman who explained about men with split tongues.”
“What?!”
She slid down to the mattress but kept her knees bent, ankles together. “She was Goth, though, so I suppose in her circle it would be easier to find a man with that kind of surgery.” She opened her legs to expose her pussy. “But the more I think about it, the more I like the way your tongue works.”
“I see what you mean,” he said as her glistening, creamy slit opened to his view.
“You can look, but you can’t touch,” she said. Then she let her fingers tug lightly on the curls that hid her clit.
His balls went up in flames. The sweet, shy woman he thought he knew was gone. Replaced by a wild woman. And this wild woman planned to kill him. Right here, right now.
The medical examiner would declare him dead by spontaneous genital combustion.
7
Taye wanted to set his mouth to her pussy. Wanted to show her more ways he liked to use his tongue, but the wicked salacious gleam in her eye made him think twice.
He had a chance to show her more than the nerdy guy he must seem, so he took it. “I can look but not touch?” he repeated. “Fine by me.”
Her eyes widened at the tone in his voice, and he smiled in a way that said he’d turned the tables on her. She was not giving instructions, nor would he take them. Not now.
He slid his hands under her hips and pulled her down the bed, then just as quickly climbed up her body to rest his knees on either side of her head. Her mouth opened in surprise, and he took advantage by sliding the tip of his cock between her perfect wet lips.
His breath caught at the beauty of her face framed by his knees. Her luxurious hair spread across the pillow while her kiss-roughened lips took his head.
“Take more, Kat.” His voice was rough, close to a plea, but she didn’t notice how much he needed, how desperate he was to feel her mouth accept him. He wanted to fuck her there, feel the wet, soft walls of her mouth. Wanted the suction, the fine scrape of her back teeth, the swirl of her wicked tongue.
His belly tightened as she opened wider, let him inch in, the wet warmth of her mouth coaxing pre-cum. The swirl of her tongue gathering the slick droplets set his teeth on edge, and he fought for control.
She softened the oh of her lips around his cock and he pulled out, then pushed in again a millimeter farther. Pulled out, pushed in, dying a little with every slide.
A groan rolled from his chest as he closed his eyes and took the sweet sensations Kat gave so generously.
The feel of her mouth set his teeth on edge, but when her tongue swirled across his head he flexed and an orgasm built at the base of his spine. “I’ll come if you keep this up.”
She chuckled, and the sensation inside her mouth sent his balls into another tightened flex. But her hand and devilish fingers clasped his sac and squeezed him into a spew that rocked up his back and shot sparks out the top of his skull.
He shot deep into her throat.
She took all he gave her, licking and squeezing and rolling her tongue against him.
He thought he’d been in charge. Now he saw that Kat had turned the tables again by taking what he gave and giving more back.
His heart stalled at her generosity, her giving and sweet, sweet nature. Kat Hardee was more than he’d ever hoped to find.
He lifted his still-heavy cock from her clasping lips and moved back down her body.
Her pussy streamed. The woman was a marvel. Deep pink flesh rimmed by cream welcomed his tongue as he took his cue and speared into her cunt with a firm point. She squirmed against his mouth as he used two fingers to pluck at her clit.
A wild gush and deep throaty moan signaled another orgasm as he lapped up Kat’s cream.
She bucked against him with each trembling spasm. He held her there until she calmed and the thunderous rolls subsided.
Spent, he rolled to her side and gathered her close again. He smiled into the dark, marveling at how lucky he was to be in this bed, with this woman.
If he played his cards right, he’d never have to leave. “I guess this is where we talk,” he said.
She went completely still against him. Even her breathing halted. “Only if you want to.”
He wasn’t sure he liked the tone of her voice. Something was off. She sounded hesitant and distant. No point rushing her if she wasn’t ready. He didn’t want to wreck a good thing before it began. “I have school tomorrow. An early meeting,” he said, to give her an out. If she didn’t want him to stay, she’d shift away to give him room to climb out of bed.
He waited.
Her breathing shallowed as sleep stole her away.
He smiled up at the ceiling as he prepared to settle for the night. Bonus! A whole night with her.
If he was smart and careful, the morning would bring another round of great sex to start off the day. That would set him up beautifully for spending the weekend with her. Before they left for the day they’d have their weekend plans set.
He wanted to get to know her. All of her. Everything.
She mumbled and shifted, nearly waking. The mumble got louder, more clear, until he heard her say, “Celia will be proud of me.”
He wondered why she’d bring Celia into bed with them. “What for?”
“Casual sex…easy.” She snuffled into his chest. “So freaking good. So many comes.”
He grinned, figuring she was too sleepy to lie about coming.
She rolled to her back, arms loose and free of the sheet. He heard a sigh, then a girly giggle. “I won the bet.”
He frowned and his gut rolled into a knot. He sat bolt upright, stared down at her. “What bet?”
The next afternoon, Taye packed up his briefcase, slamming test papers into it any way they’d fit. Monday morning his students would wonder what the hell happened. All the pages would be torn and crinkled when he returned the quizzes. He only hoped he could let his anger go long enough to mark each one fairly.
He usually marked his student’s papers on Friday nights, but it wouldn’t be right to try to go through them in this mood. Instead of heading home and getting this chore out of the way, he had to give himself a couple days to cool off. He’d mark everything on Sunday.
He was
n’t sure how to approach the vixen that lived next door. When he drove through the gates to the housing development, Kat would most likely be at the mailbox as usual.
Looking as good as she always did.
Enticing him.
Betting on him.
He hated that his sexual prowess had been a matter of speculation among the neighbors. The single women outnumbered the single men in his townhouse complex. How many of them had been in on this bet?
He wondered how many of the other men who lived there, married and single, had been teased into bed for the women’s amusement. He could only imagine how he stacked up to the other men Celia and Kat had been with.
He should have known a woman who sold sex toys would have a string of lovers and he would be just as disposable as the battery-operated kind.
The way she’d opened the condom package without looking at it got to him. How many had she opened to be that deft?
Hundreds probably.
He knew his attitude was different from a lot of men. But growing up with a bastard for a father had left a mark.
Before puberty even hit he’d promised himself he’d never take a woman’s affection for granted. He’d never hurt a woman of his by using other women and laughing about it.
By the time he drove through the gates to his neighborhood, he’d calmed down enough to smile and wave at Kat if he saw her. She’d never know how he really felt about being the cock of the week. He refused to show how deeply their little game had got to him.
He’d been made a fool of by going into her bed hoping for more. Good thing he hadn’t said as much. Every woman in the complex would still be laughing.
But Kat wasn’t at the mailbox. Nor was she in her kitchen when he took a peek through her window. Inside the house, he tilted his head toward her living room wall. No sound of the television or music. Kat wasn’t home.
He hadn’t seen Celia either. They were probably out prowling for men already.
The idea of Kat doing what cats do best spiked his anger.
Last night, he’d been ready to fall asleep with Kat in his arms, snuggled up together like people who might have a future. And then she’d flustered her way through some crazy talk about betting about how he looked in his underwear and how Celia was planning to do him. Something that would never happen.
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