Rev Me Twice

by Adele Dubois

  “Ooh I love when you go all alpha on me,” Crystal teased, sliding off her thong and kicking it to the floor with the tips of her toes. She turned around and arched her back, spreading her thighs and lifting her hips to give Tomas full view of her anus and pussy. “Let’s have dirty sex.”

  Tomas chuckled. “Do you know any other kind, mi poco tentadora?” My little temptress.

  At that, she laughed with delight and her worries of moments ago dissolved. Tomas always had that effect on her. His protection was better than a suit of armor. “No baby, I mean really dirty. I’m going to let you try something you’ve never done before. As a reward for being so wonderful.”

  “I’m wonderful too? Christ, this is a banner day.”

  She opened herself with her fingers and toyed with her tight pink anus. Her channel was so wet she lubricated the rear opening with her natural juices and slowly inserted the tip of a finger inside to relax the muscles. After she slid the finger out, she circled the silken area with more of her essence in a tiny, welcoming swirl.

  When Tomas groaned like a wounded animal, she looked over her shoulder and swept her hair off her neck. “Want to try it? There’s lubricant in the box with the condoms. I know you’ve been curious. I’ve seen you watch other couples have anal sex. Even the men. It doesn’t make you gay to experiment with that, you know. I’m not gay and I like sex with women sometimes.” Crystal leaned over the edge of the bed and held on to offer him as much leverage as possible. “I can take my makeup off in the shower, after.”

  Without another word, he came up behind her, lubricated the condom he’d rolled over his cock and gripped her tight enough by her hips that she couldn’t move. He leaned over her spine and his mouth found the base of her neck where it met her shoulder. His teeth came down hard, holding her in place.

  Tomas and Crystal both loved to bite, but he knew better than to leave marks where her audience would see them. He nibbled and nipped the sensitive tendons and muscles in her neck, rippling pleasure across her skin. Her areola tightened and her nipples brushed against the clean white sheets of the bed, sending tingles through her breasts and down into her groin. While his teeth worked their magic, his ready cock probed her ass and readied it for entry, like a virgin being prepped for her first time.

  A strong hand reached around and inserted a thick finger into her pussy. The finger began to move, stroking her engorged G-spot, sliding out to massage her slick vulva and circle her erect clit. Crystal moaned and shuddered. Tomas slowed the pace of her arousal to extend her pleasure, and then entered her rear passage, one slow inch at a time.

  A short stab of pain led to headier sensations. Crystal fisted the bed sheets and held on while Tomas completed the initial thrust. She took a deep breath, exhaled and relaxed her muscles further to accommodate his girth.

  His cock glided during the first pull. She heard his sharp intake of breath, and then his exclamation, as he lifted his face from her neck and arched his spine. His hands gripped her thighs while he stretched and pressed his belly against her tailbone. “Tight, baby. You are so tight. Mi Dios. I won’t be able to stay in control long.”

  When he thrust and pulled again, Tomas found his rhythm, and inserted a second finger into her pussy, matching the tempo of his fingers to his hips. He thrust and circled, fucking her both ways until the sensations blended into one enormous erotic pulse that engulfed her.

  Her vision blurred and so she closed her eyes. Deep shivers massaged the most intimate tissues, muscles and nerve endings of her body. Her arousal heightened until she could no longer identify fingers or sex organs, where he started and she began. A blanket of raw sensuality wrapped around her, brought her to her peak and then shattered. Goose bumps peppered her skin and her breath whooshed out in a rush.

  Tomas’ body went rigid and he stopped moving. He sputtered a few words in Spanish and then rocked inside her, his fingers digging into her ass while he came. His orgasm surged while his breaths came out in short, hard bursts. Finally, he loosened his grip and curled over her back, the heat of his mouth blowing warm puffs of air on her shoulder.

  He laid a kiss on her back. “Gracias, mi amor, for that unexpected gift.”

  Chapter Two

  “I don’t want you living alone while someone is threatening you,” Tomas said, toweling off after their shower. He went to the chair next to the daybed to retrieve his clothes. Crystal watched the sinew and muscle of his hard limbs move beneath his skin and admired the sight of his sated cock as he tucked it into his briefs. Tomas’ body had given her many hours of pleasure since they’d met. While he was away at sea, she’d almost forgotten how much she enjoyed his company.

  “Don’t you think that’s an overreaction?” Crystal replied, moving to her wardrobe closet. She sorted through fresh underwear, street clothes and shoes. “So far, the letters are just words. Nothing’s happened. The world is filled with freaks and weirdoes. I got scared for a few minutes, but I’m over it now.” She slipped on bikini briefs and a practical white bra under loose shorts and a pullover. Slipped on tennis shoes. Ah. It felt good to relax like a regular girl.

  “And nothing’s going to happen. Not if I can help it.” Tomas gave her that concrete slab look again—the one that said there’d be no arguments.

  Crystal chuckled. “I think you just want an excuse to move in with me. To monitor my sexual activity. Or maybe have me more often.”

  Tomas grinned back. “Guilty on all counts.”

  “Sure you can handle that? Some of my friends are wilder than me. You’re bound to get an eyeful, at the very least.”

  Tomas’ grin faded. “It might be one of your groupies who’s threatening you. Have you thought of that?”

  Crystal nodded. “That’s the first thing that came to mind with this new note. Said I liked it rough. Who would know that unless they’d slept with me?”

  Tomas blew out a breath and ran a hand through his cropped hair. “Well that narrows down the suspects to about …”

  “Don’t you dare say it!” Crystal pointed a finger at him across the room. “I’m perfectly aware of my, uh, penchant. That’s why I get regular health checks and take precautions. I don’t have sex with anyone who doesn’t do likewise.”

  “I still think the groupies are a bad idea. Most of those types are unstable. They crave attention like junkies crave crack. They’d sell you out in a heartbeat to get their names in the papers. For a photo, they’d stab you in the back.”

  “Hmm, you might be right.”

  “Damn straight, I’m right. You’re a celebrity now, Crystal. You’d better start thinking about the consequences of your actions. Fame doesn’t give people a free ride anymore. Celebrities crash and burn all the time.”

  The truth was, the first whisperings of discontent had begun to unsettle her the past few weeks. Though she had a Master’s degree, she was still taking her clothes off for a living. The television gig was a big step up from the Tongue and Cheek, but the same job, nonetheless. The admission pained her. She needed to audition for a straight meteorologist job sooner rather than later. She wouldn’t be twenty-four forever. “Maybe I am broken. Maybe there’s something wrong with me.”

  Tears filled her eyes, blurring her vision when she looked Tomas’ way again. “Why can’t I connect with a man like other women do? Even when I want to? There are names for people who can’t form attachments. Scary names.” She swiped her eyes and then gritted her teeth in frustration. Damn. She’d never intended to go down this road with him. “I’m closer to you than I’ve been to any other man. How do you put up with me? Knowing what I do?”

  Tomas strode across the room and swept her into his arms. “I’d rather be with you than anyone. You’re funny and smart and the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You make me feel like I can do anything.” He kissed her forehead. “I know you’re… spirited, but it sounds to me like you’re almost ready to begin working on that. To start settling down.”

  Crystal lifted her face to
his and kissed him softly. The kiss brought a sense of calm rather than sexual pique. That, alone, made her feel better. Maybe her proclivities didn’t make her a freak. Perhaps she had more control over her choices than she’d admitted. “Maybe.”

  The look of hopefulness on his face stabbed her heart. For the second time that day, she sensed something new happening between them. Her heartbeat quickened with the admission and she backed away from the intimacy. The intensity was too much.

  “I’m starving,” she said, stepping out of his embrace. “Let’s warm up that Chinese food in the break room and have dinner.”

  * * * * *

  They hopped on Tomas’ motorcycle and headed out of town with their libidos sated and their bellies full. The Harley breezed through DC’s sultry downtown with the steady hum of traffic. Lights winked on across the city as summer twilight gave way to darkness. The air turned cooler, brushing Crystal’s face and whisking her body like bits of goose down. With her arms wrapped around Tomas and perched on his bike, she couldn’t think of a place in the world she’d rather be.

  They stopped at a red light. Pedestrians crossed—lovers holding hands, a woman carrying a small child, a group of loud, chattering teens. Her skin prickled with the soft wind and she breathed in the scents from a sideway café. Warm fresh bread, red wine. Foamy beer. Hot cheese and jalapenos. Crisp tortillas.

  A group of four men at a table with a pitcher of ale and pilsner glasses watched her with obvious interest. Gazes slid over the length of her long, bare legs and exposed arms. Hugged her breasts. Glided over her neck. A husky blond shot her a kiss from the tips of two fingers. Crystal smiled and blew him a kiss in return.

  Their connection lasted less than ten seconds before the light turned green, but Crystal saw the flash of recognition on the blond man’s face when he put her features to her name. He stood from his chair and yelled, “Crystal!” while he watched Tomas open the throttle and take off down the street.

  Crystal got that a lot.

  She repositioned her sore bottom on the plush leather seat, savoring the phantom sensations of the pounding Tomas had left…behind. She smiled inwardly at her mental pun. When she shifted her backside on the passenger seat, she found a nub of thick padding and heavy stitching that rubbed between her legs in all the right places. The engine shot vibrations deep into her core. She shivered with pleasure.

  Though Crystal didn’t consent to anal sex often, offering herself to Tomas was her way of extending the olive branch for not telling him sooner about the malicious letters she’d received. The submissive posture was a symbol of trust, and she believed he understood that unspoken gesture. If she knew Tomas, he’d be kinder and more protective of her than ever in return.

  Crystal pressed her sneakers harder against the foot rests and wrapped her arms tighter around Tomas while she closed her eyes and let the road rumble beneath her. When she was with Tomas on the back of his motorcycle, anything seemed possible.

  While they flew, she could be a renowned television meteorologist who had predicted and averted the effects of a deadly storm with her timely reporting. She could be proud to tell Tomas’ mother, Pilar, about her work and not have to lie about her job. When people looked at her, they’d see an admirable woman of substance and not just a stripping weathergirl.

  She opened her eyes to watch the buildings, parks and monuments whisk by, like tiny increments of time. In her business, time was the enemy. The WCNT gig was good, but wouldn’t last long term. It was a stepping stone. If she concentrated her efforts on making a new demo and scheduling auditions, she might be able to find a better job before her one-year trial contract with WCNT expired and they offered her a standard renewal.

  They reached Crystal’s apartment and Tomas parked the Harley in the narrow alley adjoining her renovated brick front duplex. Crystal rented the downstairs luxury apartment from her upstairs neighbor, Yvette, who liked to hang out with Crystal when she had friends over. Crystal hadn’t yet invited Yvette to her livelier parties, but probably would soon. She was getting a clear vibe that Yvette wanted to…come with her.

  * * * * *

  Crystal poured vodka over ice at the wet bar while she and Tomas settled in. A knock at the door followed. Tomas glanced at the kitchen clock on the wall and frowned. Ten o’clock. He was pulling double duty the next day to help out a buddy and couldn’t stay up half the night screwing around like Crystal could. Didn’t this woman ever sleep?

  Shit. When she bounded to the door and opened it with a cheery hello, he knew they were headed for another all-nighter. He downed his drink and winced. One knock at the door and Crystal seemed to forget everything they’d talked about in her dressing room.

  “Gunther!” Crystal exclaimed. “Come in.” She stepped back to allow the makeup artist and his two female companions inside the room. Tomas scowled. He knew Crystal and Gunther had an occasional thing going and that Gunther put his hands on Crystal every night to prep her body for her show. Tomas’ knuckles burned every time he saw the guy. He rubbed one hand across his opposite fist to ward off his urge to flatten him.

  Gunther held out a magnum of expensive champagne. “For you, sweetheart.”

  He nodded in turn to both girls at his sides, and they smiled up at Crystal almost in unison, with big, bright eyes and long, thick hair that had to be weaves. “For you too. If you want. Practically virgins and healthy as newborn babes. Remember my dates Brigit and Kiesha from that riverboat cruise WCNT sprang for last month?” He ran a free hand over the front of Kiesha’s sheer tank top and squeezed her firm, braless breast. Her dark nipples cinched, poking the thin yellow cotton. “Best party ever.”

  Kiesha smiled at Crystal with glossy, coral painted lips. “I’m a huge fan.”

  Brigit, the blonde, grinned too. “Love your show. I think you’re amazing. Thanks for inviting us in.” She stuck out her hand for a handshake like she’d entered a business meeting.

  Tomas made his way toward them, a pulse pounding his jaw. “Are you pimping for Crystal now, Gunther?” By the hungry looks these girls gave Crystal, it was clear they swung both ways.

  Gunther held out his hand for a handshake. “Tomas. Good to see you, man. Aw, come on, don’t be like that. Nothing could be farther from the truth. The ladies and I just thought Crystal might be up for some fun. Since you’re here, you could join us.”

  Tomas eyed Crystal. “I have to be up at eight.” He wouldn’t leave Crystal alone, but he wasn’t her mother, either. She could do what she wanted. He just wished she weren’t so trusting. For all they knew, Gunther could have written those threatening letters. His gaze shifted to the dining room breakfront where the notes were hidden until he could deal with them.

  Crystal ran one hand up under his shirt, tweaked his nipples and tugged the single nipple ring he wore. His cock instantly hardened. Fuck.

  “They’ll be gone by midnight,” Crystal promised. She whispered in his ear as if she’d read his mind. “Gunther is a friend and I won’t sleep with him anymore if it bothers you. I know he’d never hurt me, and I’ve seen his handwriting, so stop worrying.”

  She turned and looked pointedly at her makeup artist. “Tomas and I have to be up early, but you’re welcome to stay for a couple of hours.”

  “Let’s get this party started,” Gunther shouted, following Crystal to the kitchen to open the champagne. Tomas turned on the sound system to stream nonstop Spanish music from satellite radio.

  “Ooh I love this station,” Brigit said, moving to the upbeat tempo. Her long blond hair swayed down her back while she undulated her slim body to the sounds. Kiesha came up behind her and pressed her groin to Brigit’s ass. The girls moved in syncopation to the rhythms.

  Gunther stepped back into the living room and handed both girls a flute of champagne. He returned to the kitchen for the bottle and brought it back with him. After filling his own glass, he placed the magnum on the coffee table, and slipped between the girls to dance and grind.

  “C’mon, stu
d, let’s show them how it’s done,” Crystal said, pulling Tomas to the center of the room. She turned around and anchored her backside to his groin. With the next beat of the music, Crystal widened her stance and lifted her arms for balance while she swung her hips against his. The boner he’d had for the past several minutes grew harder against Crystal’s tailbone. Jesucristo this woman drove him wild.

  The scents of her freshly washed hair and scrubbed skin blended with the smells of alcohol and night air that still clung to her. While she moved against him, her undulations picked up speed. Crystal’s excitement was contagious and filled his senses as Tomas hugged her hips and ran his hands down the tops of her bare thighs. The vibrations of her tensing muscles against his palms sent tremors up his arms. His body turned electric. Desire shot through him, stealing his breath.

  He recaptured his breath, exhaled and dragged one hand to Crystal’s mound while the other cradled a breast. In perfect syncopation, he rolled his body against hers while he pleasured her with his fingers. Her head lolled back against his shoulder as she gave herself over to him.

  The music swelled and the heady scents of sweat and pheromones tinged the room. With Crystal’s head resting on his shoulder, Tomas had a clear view of the trio dancing on the opposite side of the room. His arousal spiked as he watched Gunther lift Brigit’s short cotton sundress over her hips. Her tight, bare ass rolled and plunged beneath a tiny pink thong.

  Gunther pressed his groin firmly between the halves of Brigit’s ass and began to grind. Behind him, Kiesha turned around and rotated her butt against the underside of his. Her hands played over her breasts and then rose up to lift her hair and let it fall like rain over her shoulders. Her eyes remained closed as she gave herself over to the music and the mood.

  At the sight of the others, Tomas lifted Crystal’s tank top to fondle her breasts. Her pearled nipples pressed against the fabric of her bra and he pinched them in turn, burning to take off her clothes. His cock ached to fuck her hard.