by Tia Lewis
“Hey, Harris, I need another case of whiskey from down below when you get a chance,” Tamara said.
“Sure thing.” He put down the box of parts and held out his hand for the keys to the cellar.
“Calm down, kid. I didn’t mean you had to do it right now,” Tamara chuckled.
“I thought I would do it now since I’m standing right here. Is that not right?” He looked around.
“Of course, it’s right, kid. Just don’t feel like you have to jump every time I ask you for help. But don’t take your time about it, either.” She winked at him, and I could’ve sworn I saw him blushing when he took the keys from her. We managed to wait until he left the room before we laughed together.
“Aww, he’s a sweet kid,” she said, shrugging. “Even if he is a redhead. I never liked redheads.”
“Why not?” Creed asked.
“I don’t know. I guess because my brother had red hair, and he was a real asshole.” We laughed again.
“That kid would do anything for you,” I told her.
“Or for you. You have a shadow now. Have fun with that.” I rolled my eyes a little, knowing how right she was. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be able to shake the kid from then on.
4
Drake
When I got home that night, all I wanted was a comfortable bed. I had too much on my mind and in my heart. What would I do without Jack? How could I lead the club? I knew he’d been trying to groom me for years, and he’d done a damned good job of it. I hoped I was up to the challenge.
Only when I reached the upstairs hallway did I notice how quiet the house was. “Baby?” I asked, tapping on the bedroom door. I hoped she wasn’t asleep yet—I had hoped we could talk a little, if not a little something more than that. The door wasn’t closed all the way, so I swung it open.
There she was, stretched out on her side in a long, white silk nightgown. The fabric shimmered in the flickering light from candles throughout the room. I grinned, and she grinned back.
“Hey. I’ve missed you today,” Nicole murmured.
“Same here.”
“And I was thinking about you.”
“So I can see.” I looked around with a smile.
“Come here.” She held one hand out to me, and I kicked off my shoes before climbing into bed. She kissed me softly, her tongue gently licking my lips before sliding into my mouth. That was all it took for me to start stirring inside my jeans. I pulled her hips to me, digging my fingers into her silk-covered ass.
“Not yet,” she whispered, one hand against my chest. “I want to take my time tonight.”
“Oh? What did you have in mind?” Instead of answering, she gave me one more quick kiss and put a finger on my lips. I knew well enough to keep my mouth shut and let my fiancée take the lead for a while.
She got up and climbed over me to stand next to the bed. She slid the straps of her nightgown over her shoulders, her eyes never leaving mine. I felt my breath catch in my throat the way it always did when she teased me. After two years, she still did it for me.
And she loved to tease since I was usually the one in control. She loved feeling like she had a little control over me for once. She turned around, looking at me over her shoulder as she worked the top of the nightgown over her smooth back, down to her slim waist. I loved the curves of her body, the way she tapered in the middle before going out again at the curves of her hips and ass. How many times had I held them while I fucked her?
“Like what you see?” she asked with a giggle, pulling her long dark hair over one shoulder.
“What do you think?” I growled.
“Want more?” she whispered teasingly.
“You see what’s happening in my pants?” I asked. She glanced at my crotch, where there was a steadily growing bulge, and laughed softly as she slid the silk over her hips. I could just see the top of her ass, and the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties. I was almost panting in anticipation of what came next.
Bending slowly from the waist, she worked the fabric over her luscious ass, her lean thighs. I saw Heaven between her legs, and it was glistening and ready for me to take it. She paused so I could enjoy the view for a minute.
“Do you like that?” she whispered. Like it? It was taking every bit of strength I had not to bury my face in her. I could only groan in response, and she giggled a little. She knew she had me hooked, and ran a finger between her swollen lips just to tease me some more.
Then she stood up straight, turning around. Her arms were crossed over her chest, the swells of her tits peeking out from underneath. I growled. “You wanna see my tits?” she whispered.
I nodded. “I wanna do more than see them,” I muttered, rubbing the cock in my jeans. I wanted her so much I thought I might explode. Nicole dropped her arms, revealing those perfect tits I’d touched and sucked so many times. I knew her body like the back of my hand, but it always got me excited. Maybe because she knew how to keep things hot like she was doing at that very minute. It never got boring for me.
“Come here,” I ordered. “Now.” I pulled my jeans down, then my shorts. I sighed in relief as my throbbing cock sprang free and rested against my stomach.
“You wanna taste it?” I muttered, stroking it slowly. She stared at it, licking her lips. It only made me strain for her even more.
“Yes. I want it in my mouth.” She climbed onto the bed, straddling my legs. Without a word, she bent to swipe her tongue from the base of my shaft to the tip. I groaned, holding the back of her head.
“Oh, fuck,” I muttered, little bursts of bliss shooting through me. She knew just how I liked it and used her tongue just as well as she used her lips. While she sucked, she pressed that magic tongue against the ridge under the shaft, swirling it around, flicking the spot under the head. I thrusted my hips up toward her mouth, again and again, gently fucking her face as she sucked.
I heard her moaning as she sucked, too, and looked down to see her playing with herself. It was too much—I was about to come right there. I pulled out, lifting her head up. She looked surprised.
“You want to feel good too?” I asked, stroking my length. “Come here.”
“What should I do?” she asked, all wide-eyed and innocent.
“Ride this,” I grunted. She straddled me with a satisfied smile, her pussy hovering just over my cock. We both sighed as I entered her, then as she lowered herself slowly—achingly slowly, still teasing me.
I took her tits in my hands to play with them while she started to ride me. I ran my thumbs over her rock-hard nipples. “Mmmm…” Nicole moaned, dropping her head back. “Feels so good.” I took one of her nipples into my mouth, and she shrieked a little, gripping my head with both hands to pull me closer.
“Drake…oh, baby, yes…” I roamed her smooth, soft skin as I sucked and she rode. I found her ass, bouncing as she moved up and down. I slapped one cheek, then the other, making her whimper and quiver around me. I loved being in control of her gorgeous, luscious body.
She started shaking, letting out little moans and cries. I knew that meant she was ready to come, and I slammed my cock up into her, faster and faster. She held me close, screaming softly as euphoria hit her from all sides. I waited until she finished, hanging on as hard as I could while her body tried to make me come. When she stopped pulsing, I rolled over until she was splayed out beneath me.
“Mmm…” She was still lost in bliss, running her fingers through my hair with her eyes closed. I loved seeing her like that—skin flushed, chest rising and falling so quickly, totally zoned out. It only made me want to give her more pleasure.
I started kissing my way from her damp chest to her stomach. She moaned again, writhing in sweet agony as I took my time teasing her with my tongue. I licked her belly button and her fingers locked in my hair, pulling as she cried out for more.
“Please!” she yelled. “Please, more!” Her breath came in ragged gasps, and I knew she was already close again.
I moved lower, lower, and her voice got l
ouder the closer I got to the place where her thighs met. She was soaked, glistening. I licked the wetness from her pussy and she moaned louder than ever.
“Baby. Fuck,” she moaned. I caressed just enough to excite us both, not going too far right away. She went wild, head rolling back and forth, her hips bucking against my face. I had to hold her still or risk a broken jaw, pressing her hips to the bed and forcing her to take the pleasure I was giving her.
“My clit, baby.” I felt myself jump in response and focused my efforts on the top of her pussy, outside where her clit burned for attention. I began probing with my tongue, making her think I was about to give her what she needed but always just holding back.
She was almost crying with need. “Please, please…let me come, Drake…” she gasped. I felt her legs trembling as she struggled against me, wanting to rock her hips against my mouth so she could get the release she needed.
“Soon,” I whispered, then continued torturing her. She cried out in mixed passion and frustration.
“What is it you want me to do?” I whispered. “Tell me.”
“Lick me, please,” she moaned. “Drake, please!”
“I’m already licking you,” I whispered in reply, trying not to laugh at her desperation.
“Lick my clit, I mean!” It took a lot to get her to say that, and that was when I knew she’d had enough torture. I stuck my tongue out, wide and flat, and licked her pussy from bottom to top. I allowed my tongue to dip inside until I felt her swollen clit and thought she might jump off the bed.
I had to keep holding her down as I continued licking and sucking her pussy. I thrashed it with my tongue, back and forth, as she cried out again and again, ever louder until she screamed, pulling a pillow over her face to muffle the sound. I wanted to laugh as I watch her shuddered a little bit, and felt her right hand against the back of my head, and she pulled my face into her pussy. I opened my mouth wider to ensure I tasted every inch of her and sucked her clit like a fresh peach, her sweet juices spreading all over my face, my cheeks, running down my chin. I couldn't believe how wet she was, and kept sucking away. She tasted incredible.
“Stop, stop!” she pleaded as another orgasm flushed through her body, arms and legs collapsing onto the bed.
“Are you sure?” I looked up.
“Baby, yes!”
I laughed as I gently licked the outside of her pulsating soaked pussy. I wanted to make her come for me again and again. I wanted to give her all the pleasure she could handle and then some. I wanted to take her beyond where she thought she could go.
“Fine,” I smirked, licking my lips tasting every last drop of her.
“You’re trying to kill me.” She panted.
“Roll over,” I ordered, taking her ankles in my hands and flipping her onto her stomach before she could respond.
“Drake!”
“Arch your back.”
I then took her hips in my hands and pulled her toward my straining cock. I rubbed the head through her hot pussy and heard her delicious moans of anticipation before I plunged in. We both cried out as I sank myself inside her.
“Fuck!” she gasped as I began thrusting. I found my rhythm, slamming into her, my balls bouncing off her clit. I watched her ass jiggle when our bodies collided. Again and again, I pumped into her, loving the sound of her little moans and sighs – not to mention the words that poured out of her mouth. Only when she was half-crazy with lust did she talk that way.
“Yes! Harder!” I began pumping my cock in and out of her in a blur, going all out. She started screaming again, then shrieking in time with my rapid thrusts. Finally, she buried her face in the bed to let out on long, drawn-out scream of pleasure. Her whole body shuddered, the walls of her pussy clamping down on my cock.
I couldn’t take any more. I had to let go, so I did, exploding inside her with a cry of my own. I saw stars as I came, on and on, and by the time I finished, Nicole was sighing softly. Afterglow, I thought with pride as I slid out of her. She rolled onto her side. I collapsed next to her.
We both took a few minutes to get ourselves together, and when I opened my eyes, I saw her smiling at me. I stroked her hair, pushing it away from her face so I could get a better look at her.
“You okay?” I asked. She laughed softly.
“What about that made you think I wasn’t okay?” She winked.
“I don’t know, you said you thought I was trying to kill you…”
“And I thought you were.” She snuggled next to me, her body fitting perfectly against me the way it always did. I held her close, breathing in the scent of her shampoo, and the delicious mixture of sweat and sex. As I stroked her back, I thought about how different it was with her than it had ever been with another woman. Before I met her, I used to think it was stupid to stay with the same woman for more than a night or two. Wouldn’t it get boring with the same person again and again? I just hadn’t found the right person yet. There was something to be said for another person knowing my body the way she did, and for knowing her the way I did. I was lucky to have found somebody who wanted to keep things fresh, too.
5
Nicole
Drake moved in his sleep, and I ran a hand over his chiseled chest. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of the way he felt, so firm and strong. Like he could do whatever he wanted to me, and there would be nothing I could do to stop him. Over the last two years, I’d learned a lot about myself, sexually. I’d discovered I liked the feeling of being overpowered, as long as I knew the man with me wouldn’t abuse that power. Drake would never hurt me, but the thought that he could, if he wanted to, was a surprising turn-on.
He shifted again, rolling onto his side, facing me. I rolled away and pressed my back to his front, hoping he would hold me close. It was my favorite way to fall asleep, with him spooning me. There was nothing like the feeling of being totally protected, totally loved and wanted and safe. He’d spoiled me over the years, for sure.
He pulled me close to him, pressing himself into my butt. Just the pressure from his semi-hard dick sent a warm surge between my legs. I wouldn’t have thought I’d be up for even more after the treatment I’d received earlier, but he made me insatiable.
I wriggled against him, rolling my hips in a slow circle. I felt him growing harder as he sighed in my ear. I did it again, grinding a little harder with every slow circle of my hips. Remembering what he did to me earlier, what he’d done so many times over the years, was enough to get me wet. I moved again, and he moved with me.
His sigh became a grunt against my neck as his hand moved over my breasts to stroke and fondle them. I gasped, melting at his touch. He knew just what to do, setting me on fire with the slightest touch of his skillful fingertips. He still knew just what to do to make me burn from head to toe. I tingled wherever his fingers made contact.
I whimpered when he flicked my nipples with his fingers while grinding his erection against my backside. I rocked my hips back and forth in response, increasing the friction between us. His hand moved lower, stroking my thighs. I opened them, wanting him to put out the fire he’d started in my core.
I arched my back and moaned his name when his fingers made contact with my wet pussy. His mouth latched onto my neck, licking and sucking as he fingered me. I cried out, begging for more, already so close to coming. Just hearing him breathing heavily behind me, feeling how hot and hard he was against me while he worked me with his hand, was enough to send me over the edge. I tensed against him, crying out as quietly as I could while I came. He worked me more slowly, gently as I came down from that first burst of bliss. I leaned against him, gasping for air, smiling.
He was still moving, grinding against my butt, stroking my quivering lips. I felt him trembling with need. I opened my legs wider, allowing him to slide between them and into my wet pussy. I cried out again when I felt him enter me, his thickness filling me as it always did. When he started to move, I almost came again. But he took his time, controlling my pleasure as he contr
olled his own. I handed control to him gladly, letting him rock my body. If there was one thing I’d learned to do, it was to trust him. He always gave me more pleasure than I thought I was capable of.
He held my hip, pulling me toward him in time with his thrusts. I pressed downward, meeting his movements with my own. The angle allowed him to fill every inch of me while his hand roamed over my body. He wasn’t in any hurry, slowing screwing my brains out.
He pulled my head back, running his hand from my throat to my breasts, then back up again. Possessing me. I was his, I was always his. He slapped my butt once, twice—he knew I loved that just as much as he did. The hotness of it, the naughtiness. It made me feel wanton, nasty. I cried out, moving faster against him, tightening around him.
Before I knew it, I was crying out, one arm behind me to grip Drake’s neck as he sucked on anything his mouth could reach. I turned my head to meet his mouth with mine, and when I came again, my screams were muffled by his kiss. Then he thrusted once, twice more before crying out and falling against me.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, giggling a little as his thrusts slowed, then finally stopped. He left me, and I felt that fleeting sense of loss I could never quite put my finger on.
“All your fault,” he muttered, biting my neck.
I giggled again. “What? My fault?”
“Yeah. You’re too much to resist. I’m only human.”
“I didn’t think you could go again after that performance earlier,” I murmured, as his arms wrapped tight around me.
“There you go again, thinking I’m an old man just because we’re engaged. If you’re not careful, I’ll do you again.”
“Baby, no! I need a break.”
I smiled to myself all morning, whenever I remembered the night before. It was tough sometimes to be in the clubhouse with him, working side-by-side, having our little secrets but having to be professional in spite of that. Nobody expected us to be cold to each other, of course, but we’d agreed once I’d decided to become the club’s bookkeeper that we wouldn’t undermine Drake’s authority by mooning over each other all day long.