by S. J. Nelson
“Spend time with me, okay?” He waited for her agreement.
“Just dating?” She looked at him, eyes wary.
Kurt bent forward and spoke into her ear. “I want to make love with you as well as go out to breakfast, lunch, or dinner, or take in a movie.” He didn't back down; she needed to understand he wasn't going to play that game. If they spent time together, he'd have her on her back, knees, or stomach so fast, she'd forget her name.
“You only want to have sex with me?” Her nose scrunched as she gazed at him.
“That and more.” He nodded. “Don't you want to have sex with me?” He waited to see if she'd be honest.
“Maybe,” she whispered. He moved closer and kissed her, groaning at her sweet taste. Her lips were soft and juicy. He nibbled before wrestling with her tongue again.
“Hmmmm,” she murmured. Her small noises excited him.
“How long?”
“Huh?” she asked dazed.
“How long do we stay here?” He kissed her again before she answered, spending extra time on her upper lip, teasing it with his teeth.
“A little longer. Do you work in the morning?”
He grinned. “Why? Got something wickedly wild in mind?” She looked down. He chuckled, tilted her face upward by placing a finger beneath her chin. “Nope, I'm the boss remember? I may go in later, but my morning's free.”
She laughed and tugged his hair. They sat forehead to forehead talking.
“Hi, Kurt.” The strident voice had them moving apart. Kurt glared, and Lena looked quizzically at the woman he least wanted to see. He squeezed her hand and returned his gaze to her.
“Baby, this is the ex factor I told you about the other day.” He made a face and tickled her palm. Lena smiled.
“What the hell is so funny?” Cheryl's face reddened as they ignored her.
“I told you, didn't I?” Kurt leaned forward and kissed Lena’s cheek. He could tell she was becoming uncomfortable. “Go away, Cheryl. Find your husband and leave me alone.” His tone and demeanor changed when he glanced at his ex-wife. Jeff and Faye walked up behind the woman. Cheryl moved further back as they retook their seats.
“Fuck you, Kurt,” Cheryl snarled. Her mottled red face glued to his actions with Lena.
“You wish,” Jeff snickered as she stormed away.
“Your ex?” Faye asked, watching the woman disappear into the crowd.
“Unfortunately.” He glanced at Lena. She smiled wanly at him. “What?”
“I think your ex is worse than mine.”
“Why do you say that?” She was probably right, but he wanted to hear how she processed things. He appreciated the way she allowed him to handle Cheryl without coming unglued.
“Because Elijah will eventually let all this go. When he sees I'm not interested, he'll stop trying to get me back. But that heifer,” she pointed in the direction Cheryl went, “she still sees you as hers. Like a pet or something.”
Faye nodded. Jeff looked at him with an I-told-you-so expression.
“Hmmm.” He didn't want to talk about his or her ex. “Dance with me.” He stood and held his hand to her. She accepted and walked to the floor. Through the deafening noise, he heard Jeff tell Faye. “He's sprung for sure. My boy never dances.”
Chapter 4
Lena squeezed her thighs together to quench the hungry throbbing. The alcohol had worn off long ago, but the big man kept her edgy. Her body hummed with anticipation. It'd been years since she'd made out in public. Kurt kissed her on the dance floor, at the table, and while walking to the exit. His hands stroked everywhere; her arms, thighs, and between her legs. She was on fire and could barely stand.
Despite his agreement to accept her dating other men, he stayed near her all night at the club, staking a claim. Instead of being upset, she was flattered. He was the medicine her bruised heart needed, solid reinforcement of her desirability as a woman. She hadn't realized how much of a hit her female ego had taken from her husband’s infidelity.
Light jazz played from the back of the car. Her fingers were threaded through his, every once in a while he'd squeeze. They pulled into his driveway and got out.
The moment the heavy door closed behind them, he pulled her into his arms and latched onto her mouth. Her senses spiraled as she let go, releasing her need to find fulfillment. Lifting her from the floor with passionate kisses, he took her breath and returned it to her. Shuddering in response, she held onto his shoulders, her haven in the midst of her tumultuous storm. Tender lips licked their way down her sensitive throat, sucking between her neck and shoulder. Her legs buckled. His arms tightened around her waist keeping her safe.
“Ooooo,” she moaned as he squeezed her ass and rubbed her pelvis against his hardness. She gasped at the hard length beneath his pants. Long and wide, tingles shot between her legs in anticipation of receiving such a treat. Her head landed against his hard chest as her body emerged from hibernation. Heat unfurled in her lower regions, moisture flowed and pooled against her thigh. Needs she hadn't allowed herself to feel in years demanded fulfillment. She hoped he was ready for her.
“Give yourself to me.” His voice ignited sparks of delicious shivers in her belly. Her thong was no match for her wet arousal.
“Yes,” she whispered before he took her lips again. Kurt bent, picked her up, and walked further into the house. Her head rested against his chest. The steadfast cadence of his heart beat in harmony with hers. Hands tight around her waist, he maneuvered them to another part of the house. She barely noticed the rooms they breezed through. Desperate need pulsed through her. It had been so long since she'd felt this incredible heat. She shivered in expectation of tasting him.
He shoved open a door. There was little time to appreciate the warm neutral tones in the masculine room. A massive four-poster bed dominated the room. Large palms caressed her shoulders, easing away her tension.
“Nice.” She slid down his front and moved toward the bed, kicking off one shoe and then the other. Decadent thick carpet caressed the soles of her feet. Mellow jazz saturated the room, stoking her fire higher. Lena smiled. She loved jazz.
With her back to him, she raised her hand and pulled down the corner of her dress slowly, knowing he watched. His breath hitched loudly in the room. Catching the beat, she pulled the other side of the clingy material down, giving him her bare back. With both hands, she shimmied the dress down and over her hips, allowing it to pool on the floor at her feet. Her hips continued to sway. Clothed in her thong, she peeked over her shoulder. He remained rooted in the same spot, his eyes roved over her body until they met. The dark blue flashed before his lids dropped. Jaw clenched, in a panther-like move, he met and towered over her. Common sense told her to run, get out of his way. Her dark nipples pebbled in response to the hunger reflected in his eyes. Goose-bumps flared across her heated flesh. One arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back against his hard erection.
She flinched at its length and tried to move. He pulled her closer, bent his head and spoke next to her ear.
“I love pussy, not cock, and your kitty is calling my name.” His breath teased her lobes before he nibbled and suckled one. His fingers traced her stomach on the path downward. Her body trembled in response to his desire. So raw. It sparked dormant places inside.
“Hmmm.” His mouth did ridiculous things to her libido. She gave in and became malleable in his hands.
“Answer me. I want to hear you agree. I wanna feed your cat. This pussy is mine for tonight.” His voice rumbled. Raw need threaded through his words. The deep timbre penetrated her flesh and seared her core.
“Yes,” she breathed as his hands cupped her heat. One finger stroked the flimsy cloth that barely covered her goods.
“You're soaked.” He stated the obvious and dipped a finger beneath the scrap of material into her dripping canal. Her head dropped backward to his chest. Mewling sounds escaped her mouth as her thighs trembled at the exquisite torture.
“Ummm,” h
e moaned lapping her juices from his finger. “Tasty. I want more.”
“Take it,” she hissed, too far gone to argue.
He groaned at her words. She turned in his arms, grabbed his face, and latched onto his mouth. Lips shouldn't feel this good. The thought fled as his tongue surged into her mouth. Heat exploded through her system. The man was potent. She couldn't think past the rising tide of emotions he evoked. Strong hands cupped her ass. Her thighs and core humped against his hardness. Tingly feelings shot from her core and swamped her.
“Shit.” His head flopped back. The tendons in his neck stretched taut. Her teeth grazed his nipple, while his hand lifted her thigh. He pulled her heat closer to his mammoth cock. Feeling more confident, she stroked his shaft through his pants. It jumped in her hand.
Pushing back, she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Focused on her task, she felt rather than saw him pull off his shirt. After completing her task, she tugged the rough material downward.
“Hey.” His hands went to the waistband. “I'll do it.” He grinned at her while stepping out of his pants and boxers.
Lena stared at the masculine perfection in front of her. Her fingers tweaked his dusky nipple, enjoying his flinch. Mesmerized by the turgid point, her tongue licked and teased the end before taking it into her mouth. A low keening sound added to the melody in the room. His body trembled beneath her palm. Her hand stroked his erection, reveling in her power as a woman. Like the Phoenix, her pride rose from the ashes of shame and defeat. Holding this strong, virile man in her hand and feeding his pleasure, dissolving the sense of failure that had latched onto her these past few months.
“So good.” His hips flexed with her strokes.
“You like that?” She whispered, dropping lower. It'd been five years since her lips tasted a man. Before her marriage, she had loved giving enjoyment to her man this way. His thighs quivered as her breath hovered over his cock. Gently, her fingertips scraped his sacks before cupping them. “Nice.”
He groaned, but didn't move. With the precision of a surgeon, the tip of her tongue dove into his slit and wiggled a few times before her mouth captured his mushroomed tip. His body jerked.
“Oh shit.” He pushed forward, his hands reached for her head.
“Don't touch me,” she snapped, stopping his motion. “I need to work this.” Her mouth and hand moved in tandem taking more of him each time.
“Stop,” he panted. “I want to cum inside you.” Pulling back, he tried to get her to release him. She wasn't ready to let her tasty treat go and sucked harder to keep him. “Arrgh.” He bent forward and picked her up. His body shuddered as her lips released him with a loud pop.
“I wasn't finished.” She licked her lips while staring at his hard length. Her hand reached for his erection again.
“I want to be inside you.” He held her shoulders tight, blocking her movements.
She looked up at him, considering. She'd missed this portion of lovemaking. “You taste really good.” Licking her lips, she leaned into him, reaching for his rod.
His smile was more of a grimace as he moved them backward. “Thanks. I plan on feasting on your pussy real soon.” She climbed on the bed, his hand on her back. “But first, I need to do this.” A thick finger traced the top of her back and ended between her legs. Arching her back, she trembled in the awakened feelings. Doggie had always been her favorite position. She spread her legs further apart, allowing him all the access he wanted. Lord, did he take advantage. His fingers penetrated her sheath, stroking and hitting her spot.
“Ah, yeah. Juicy, just the way I like it.” Her pussy wept with joy. It'd been so long. Her legs trembled as he played her body. Sparks flew beneath her closed eyelids as her core tightened. He stroked her spot repeatedly. She tightened. Her breath labored. The tsunami within her rose. Spiraling higher, tighter, and then she exploded. Light before darkness. Her body shook under its force. An arm snaked around her waist, holding her upright. A tearing sound competed with her moans before she felt the force of his entry.
One push and he filled her to the max. She shot forward, instinctively trying to give her quivering walls more room to accommodate the huge invasion. Soothing words echoed in the room. He waited. Gradually, she relaxed and took more of him. He pulled back and surged in again. It felt better. Slowly, he pumped into her. It felt good. She backed into his thrusts, wanting it faster, harder. Something elusive had returned. The slapping of flesh and grunts mixed with the crescendo of the jazz, creating the sounds of the night. My God, how had she lived without this the past five years?
“For the record,” he grunted as he pounded her, “I don't fuck men. Ever. Pussy is what I need, want, and this is so damn good.”
“Ahhh” she groaned. His hands tightened on her hips as his hips bucked faster. Harder. Deeper. She was close. Her toes curled as he pumped in and out. “So good,” she moaned loving the friction, the feeling. Squeezing her inner wall, she delighted when his rhythm broke.
“Damn, do that again,” he begged. She tightened her muscles. He went wild. His hips flexed and pistoned into her. Without warning, her orgasm overwhelmed her senses. Her body shook as waves of mind boggling pleasure swept through her. Moments later, a loud roar filled the room as he found his fulfillment.
They collapsed onto the bed. Sweat and body fluid mixed. The smell of sex perfumed the air. Her heart galloped as she tried to breathe. He pulled her close, his chin resting on the top of her head. She couldn't move. Her sated body drifted, but before she fell asleep she'd swear he’d said, “Mine.”
Lena woke with a gasp. The unfamiliar walls blurred in the distance. She attempted to move, to get her bearings, but was pinned down. Her eyes followed the muscular thigh upward until it reached Kurt's sleeping face. Memories from the night before flooded her mind. Eyes closed. She waited for the familiar rush of embarrassment. Heat flushed her body in remembrance of the things she’d allowed him to do. The man fucked like a machine. And she’d enjoyed every moment. If only Elijah—
No, she stopped herself. This is a new day. A new page. But… worrisome thoughts crept in her mind. What if he’s like Elijah?
He’s not. She refuted with less certainty than she’d like. He and Jeff were close friends. Just like Elijah and Anthony. Jeff had been furious with Kurt’s ex last night. But he was all over Faye, her mind argued. Neither man acted gay.
How do you know? Elijah didn’t act as if he was gay. She tried to blow off the thought. Rationally, she knew it was unlikely the man next to her was like her ex-husband. But damn, those doubts wouldn’t leave her in peace. Inching forward, she needed to place some distance between them to think.
“Where’re you going?” The hand tightened around her waist. Her eyes closed as the deep, dark cadence stroked her insides, igniting a fierce hunger.
“Bathroom,” she mumbled. A battalion of emotions hammered at her. Anger at Elijah for making her doubt everything. Lust for Kurt’s hot body and uncertainty about the situation. Was she destined to second-guess every man she met because of her horrible experience?
“Hurry back.”
She moved to the side of the bed as he released her. His hand played with her fingers. She glanced at the mischievous glint in his eye and pulled her hand free. He chuckled, a nice masculine sound. What did you expect him to sound like? He wasn’t one of those down low men. Right? No, he’s a man.
Exasperated with the flow of her baffling thoughts, she hit the bathroom, using it as a place of refuge. Grasping the edge of the sink, she inhaled to calm herself. Kurt was sexy, handsome, and successful. All the things a real man should be, right? Then why was she peeking into his medicine cabinet? What did she hope to find? A clue into his sexuality? Closing the cabinet, she turned on the sink. Her hands shook as she tried to lasso her wild thoughts together. Calm was the order of the day. Besides, his medicine cabinet looked like her ex-husband’s. That wasn’t reassuring.
After splashing water onto her face and taking care of her hygiene, she
left the safety of the bathroom. Her eyes took in the décor of the room. He appeared to be neat. Everything matched. Could be a carryover from when he was married. Stop! You’ll make yourself crazy. She scolded herself.
“You okay?” Kurt lay on the bed, his head rested on his palm as he watched her. A tiny frown marred his brow.
Embarrassed at the directions of her thoughts, she pasted on a smile and nodded. “It’s all good. I'm hungry. You?”
He threw his legs over the bed and stood naked in front of her. “If I feed you, can we come back to bed after? I’m nowhere near finished with you.” She exhaled, as he pulled her close. He wants more sex, that’s a good sign. Right?
“Thanks, I didn’t eat much last night and then you wore me out.” Talk nasty, dirty. Let me know you prefer women.
His hand rubbed between her legs. “Baby, we haven’t really gotten started. But we will.” He leaned forward, taking her lips between his teeth. “You taste good.” He rubbed against her clit. “Everywhere.” He looked at her, his eyes darker than normal. She cried out as his finger thrust inside her, pumped a few times before he pulled out and slowly sucked her juices from his finger. “I’ll feed you, so you can feed me.”
Her heartbeat picked up. He really wants me. “Oka..aay,” she stuttered. He nodded and left to shower and dress.
They settled into the booth at the diner. After looking over the menus, they placed their orders. Their eyes locked. “Down low, last night, what happened?” he asked surprising her. The man was a fast thinker. She needed to watch that. Ashamed and not sure why, she answered without censoring her words.
“I caught my husband in bed with his best friend.” She paused at the question in his eyes. “Anthony.”
“Anthony? A man? He cheated on you with a man?” The incredulity in his voice soothed her bruised ego. “How? I mean...was he with someone in your house?”
“No.” She paused. “Anthony was the music minister for our church.”