Wet and Wilde

by Tawny Taylor

  “I know Greg was hot on your ass from day one.”

  “He was not!”

  “Whatever.” Jane opened her car door and sat. “Come on, or we’ll be late.”

  “I can’t believe you just inferred I was after Greg. You know what I think of that rat.”

  “I was not inferring anything. I was just pointing out that he likes your type. I have no idea why that man married me. Then, compare Greg to Josh. Josh isn’t attracted to you, not that I can understand it since every man I know thinks you’re hot. But I appreciate it because that means he won’t stray. Get my logic?”

  “That is some of the most convoluted logic I’ve ever heard…outside of my own.” Diana sat in the passenger seat and closed the door. “So, when’s the wedding?”

  “Does that mean you’ll be my maid of honor?”

  “I guess.” Diana smiled. “I can’t let my best friend down, even if I think she’s making a big…huge…colossal… mistake.”

  Jane ignored the jitters parading down her spine. “That’s left to be seen.” She drove back to the office, gave Diana a quick wave, and headed back to her cubicle, stacked high with work she simply hadn’t been able to concentrate on earlier.

  And that wasn’t any easier now, either.

  Although Jane’s mind was busy hopping back and forth between her work and Josh, time dragged by at a slug’s jogging pace. Finally, the five o’clock hour lumbered by, and she cleaned her desk and shut off her computer.

  Chapter 14

  Food and sex naturally fit together, like sand and surf or birthdays and chocolate cake.

  Josh stood on her front porch, a giant cooler that could practically fit a dead cow sat at his feet. A naughty smile spread over his face.

  Oh boy! She parked the car and half-ran, half-skipped up the walkway. “Hi.”

  “Hi.” He gazed down at her with eyes that shone with hunger. “I brought dinner.”

  “Oh.” No wonder she saw hunger. She unlocked the front door and held it open for him as he hefted the giant cooler into her living room.

  Then, just as she was about to let it fall closed, he caught it. “I have a few more things outside.” He looked like a kid on Christmas, giddy and playful.

  “Okay.” She alternately glanced at the cooler and back outside. What was he up to?

  He carried in a duffel bag and dropped it next to the cooler. “Okay. Are you hungry?”

  “Starved.”

  “Good! Strip.”

  “Strip what?”

  There was that wicked grin again. “Yourself.”

  “I have to eat naked?”

  He wrinkled his nose. “Eating off of clothing isn’t very pleasant.”

  “What?”

  “You get lint in your food.”

  “You’re making no sense.”

  “Trust me and take off your clothes.”

  “Okay.” She slowly shed her clothes, beginning with her jacket, and not for a single fraction of a moment was she unaware of his increasingly hot gaze on her. It was like a laser beam, heating her skin wherever it traveled, down her throat, over her breasts, down her stomach and between her legs.

  Her knees were a little wobbly.

  “You are absolutely stunning. Perfect.”

  She felt her cheeks flame. “Your turn.”

  His gaze riveted to her face, he shed his shirt, exposing those amazing abs and arms—yum! That sight alone was enough to stir her appetite. Then he slid off his shoes and socks and worked his pants down his legs. A pair of black athletic boxers hugged his balls and erection, and she felt her pussy practically drip with need.

  Off came the shorts, and she was face to face with a fully nude Josh, a man who possessed the world’s most perfect body.

  “Now, we eat.”

  She could think of a million other things she’d like to do first. “Okay.”

  He rummaged through the duffel bag and pulled out a big blue thing. Plastic? What? He moved the coffee table and side chairs, creating a large open area in the middle of the living room, then unfolded the large plastic tablecloth, nearly the size of a single bedspread, and laid it on the floor. “Don’t want to ruin your nice floor.”

  Ruin?

  Next he opened the cooler, and she listened to clinking and clunking. He pulled out a bottle of wine and sat, leaning casually against the couch base. With a pat on the floor, he welcomed her to sit next to him.

  “Where are the glasses?”

  “We don’t need them.”

  How else was there to drink wine? Out of the bottle like a bum? Well, she wasn’t too good to do that, she supposed.

  “Lie down.”

  That wasn’t what she’d expected. Was he going to pour it down her throat? She’d choke for sure! “I’m not much into drinking games—”

  “Trust me. Just lie down. I won’t hurt you.”

  Her body tingled with anticipation as she lay down. What was he going to do?

  On his knees, he scooted around to her side then held the bottle over her stomach and poured a small puddle onto her belly. He grinned, and she giggled, making the wine spill over her side and trickle down to the floor.

  He pouted. “You spilled my wine.”

  She bit her lip, trying not to laugh. “Sorry.”

  He gave an exaggerated sigh and poured more. “Now hold still.” Then he leaned down and licked the wine off her skin.

  Wow! What a feeling, his tongue laving her stomach, dipping suggestively into her belly button. She felt her nerves come alive, impulses jumping and charging through her body. She bent her legs and tipped her pelvis up as he worked his way down.

  When he kissed her, the flavor of the wine, melded with the taste of her skin and him shot flaming cannonballs to her pussy. His kiss was slow, dipping and delving into every region of her mouth. His soft lips worked in unison with his tongue in a kiss that was quickly draining her lungs and brain.

  She needed his touch. Between her legs.

  He sat up, smiled, and held up the bottle. “Would you care for some? It’s rude to drink alone.”

  She couldn’t imagine wine tasting better than off that man’s body. “Sure. I’m game!” She waited for him to lie down, then poured a small puddle onto his stomach. Unlike on her, it ran in streams between his developed stomach muscles, not that it mattered. Merely a taste was all she wanted.

  What a taste she got! Who would have thought wine could taste so good. She felt a warm buzz spread through her body, carried away from her stomach in pleasant waves. “Yum.”

  She straddled him, her pussy wet and ready and rubbed it up and down his erection. He caught her hips, holding them hostage and not allowing her to slide down that glorious cock.

  “Not yet, love. We still have to eat.”

  Eat? Like hell! She was ready to fuck.

  He gently set her on the mat and sat up. “I’m glad you’re so receptive, but it’s more fun to make yourself wait.”

  “Maybe for you. I’m impatient.”

  He laughed and pulled out a small container of something. “Lie on your stomach.”

  She did as he asked, resting her head on her crossed arms, and felt something warm and smooth dripping on her back and ass. In reflex, her lower back muscles tensed, arching her spine and thrusting her ass higher.

  “Oh, nice. I love your ass, so soft and smooth.” He parted her cheeks and she felt more warm liquid run down her crack and drip from her pussy. Then he proceeded to lick every drop away.

  Oh, this was torture! Wonderful, aching, pulsing torture, and she was loving every minute of it.

  When he finished laving her ass cheeks, he parted them and worked the same magic to her crack, his tongue flickering and delving lower and lower. She arched her back, willing him to find his way to her sodden pussy, but he stopped just short of it.

  “Turn over.”

  Anything you say, sexy. No way she’d complain about that command. Over she went, appreciating the sight of his encouraging smile as she res
ted back. Once she’d made herself comfortable, he tipped the container over her chest, pouring a stream of the liquid over first one nipple and then the other.

  Licking, suckling, at each nipple, he brought her body to muscle clenching, eyelid scrunching need. Her stomach gripped into a tight ball and she lifted her knees. Finally he worked his way down, down, down, easing her knees apart to open her pussy to him.

  The first touch of his tongue nearly did her in, but she fought the urge to give herself over to the climax. She wanted him inside, filling her, fucking her mindless, when she came.

  Resisting wasn’t easy when the man’s tongue was drawing slow, luscious circles over her clit. Just the right tempo, just the right pressure. Oh… She was losing the battle.

  Her foot muscles went into spasm and as if he knew, he massaged each one, his mouth still hungrily lapping, drinking her juices. He pushed her thighs wider, her knees out to the sides, making her clit even more sensitive to his every touch, and she felt a steady growing ball of warmth in her gut. It wouldn’t be long…

  He stopped.

  Dizzy with need, she opened her eyes.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked.

  “No.”

  “Thirsty?”

  “No.”

  “You make a wonderful plate.”

  “This plate needs a good reaming.”

  “I can accommodate that. If…”

  “Oh, for God’s sake! I’ll beg. I’ll do whatever you want.”

  “I’ll fuck you if you’ll eat one bite first.” He plucked up something from the container he’d been pouring from and held it to her mouth.

  Not caring what it was, she took it. Salty. Fishy? She swallowed. Not what she’d expected at all. It wasn’t half bad. “What was that?”

  “Tuna steak.”

  “Tuna? You’re sick! Whatever happened to whipped cream? Or cherries? Or chocolate syrup? Tuna as a love toy? Only you’d come up with something so—”

  He drove his cock to the hilt into her pussy and all thought ceased. Her pussy stretched around him then clamped tight, and she moaned. His cock fit perfectly, filling her to the brim, tickling that spot at the top that sent wave upon wave of juices over him.

  He pulled out until the tip teased her lips and then plunged deep inside again. She welcomed him, consciously closing her pussy around him, and enjoyed the increasing flush spreading out from their juncture.

  “I love the way you do that. You’re so tight. So wet.” He slid in and out, slowly, letting her feel each inch as it escaped and then filled her.

  She sighed, lifted her arms to loop them around his neck and kissed him. It was a slow, lazy kiss that matched the pace of their lovemaking. His tongue slipped into her mouth where it stroked hers. Sensual, it left her feeling warm from head to toe. Then he withdrew it, and her tongue followed his, into his mouth. He sucked, drawing it deeper and deeper as his cock probed her pussy.

  Then, with no warning, he broke the kiss, pulled his cock from her, and dove for the duffle bag sitting just out of arm’s reach on the floor.

  “I have a surprise for you.”

  “What kind of surprise?” Frustrated but also curious, she pushed herself up, watching him rummage through the bag.

  “It’s not much. I wanted to see if you like it. Lie back and close your eyes.”

  “Okay.” Dying to know what he was up to, she dropped onto her back again and lifted her knees, drawing them together. She heard a snap, like the sound of a lotion bottle’s lid popping open. Then she felt Josh putting pressure on her knees, pushing them back and out. “Just tell me you aren’t into torture.”

  “Of course not. Only pleasure, love. Trust me. This will be wonderful.”

  “I do.” Her body tensed as she waited. She felt the softest touch to her pussy as he parted her labia and touched her clit, making tiny, slow circles over it.

  Gradually, a flush of heat settled over her clit, making it super-sensitive. Every touch intensified, driving her instantly crazy. She loved it. She hated it.

  “Oh!” She gripped whatever she could in her fists and held on, raking her fingernails through the carpet. “Oh my God!”

  “Do you like it?”

  She gasped, pulling her legs wider apart, and wishing he’d plunge that glorious cock of his deep inside. Her pussy was empty. Miserably, achingly empty. “What is it? It’s such a strange feeling.”

  “Does it hurt?”

  “No…”

  “Do you want me to continue?”

  Her lungs were losing air, and she struggled to re-inflate them. Her pussy was practically on fire, and yet she couldn’t resist begging for more. Her body was tense from hair follicle to toe. “More! Oh, please!”

  “I have another surprise. Would you like me to get it?”

  “Yes!”

  Her body instantly relaxed when he lifted his fingertip from her clit, but the brief relief wasn’t nearly long enough. The real torture began.

  A soft buzzing vibration rimmed her pussy. The vibrator was almost silent, yet she heard the buzz inside her head as it meandered around her pussy while avoiding directly touching it. In reflex, she tipped her hips, silently willing Josh to thrust it inside, to fill the void within.

  “This is torture. I thought you said you weren’t into torture.”

  “It may be, but it isn’t pain, love.”

  “That’s up for debate.”

  He chuckled. “What do you want? Tell me.”

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  He clucked his tongue. “You are mighty impatient.”

  “I never claimed to be patient. Now, do something about it! Or I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

  “As much as I’d adore watching that, I’m not going to let you. Lie back. Enjoy. I’m serving you.”

  “You’re killing me, not serving me.”

  He chuckled again. “Exactly what I was hoping for.”

  She opened her eyes and watched as he dipped his head down and, his gaze riveted to hers, he teased her nipple, circling it with his tongue and then nibbling. The vibrator wandered up over her mound and stomach before stopping over the other nipple.

  Her back reflexively arched, pushing her breasts up. Oh, what that bizarre-looking thing did to her body! And the man wielding it! Her eyelids, too heavy to remain open, fell closed, and she sighed.

  “I want you to know the ultimate pleasure. Will you explore with me?”

  Ultimate pleasure? Did it get any better than this? “Explore?”

  “Yes. Let me show you what you’ve been missing.” He dragged the vibrator back down her stomach and teased her labia with it.

  She tensed, hoping he’d push it into her pussy. Her breaths came in gasps. Her heart drummed in her head. Her hands clenched and unclenched around themselves. “You have. Oh…”

  “This is only the beginning. There are so many things you haven’t seen yet,” he whispered into her ear. His breath tickled her neck, sending a flood of goosebumps down the right side of her body.

  Hot and cold. Pleasure and need. She was a bundle of contradicting sensations. And she couldn’t make sense of anything.

  He was speaking, making promises, yet she could no more understand his words than if he were speaking Greek. His voice wandered around in her head, drifting like a breeze. His touches ignited her skin. His smell filled her nostrils, and she drew in as deep a breath as she could, adoring the scent.

  “Turn over,” she heard him say, and she rolled over.

  “On your hands and knees, love.”

  She pushed herself up on arms so wobbly they collapsed under her weight. She opened her eyes but immediately shut them again. The world was dipping and spinning like a carnival ride.

  Did she take some kind of drug?

  “It’s all right. Your body isn’t used to so much stimulation. This way.” He helped her crawl across the living room and settle her chest on the couch. She folded her arms and rested her head on top of them. “I want to make you
feel like you’ve never felt before. Would you like that?”

  “Yes.”

  Inch by inch, he pushed his cock into her sodden pussy. When it was buried deep, pressing against the most sensitive parts inside her, he groaned.

  Her body flamed.

  “Damn, you make this hard.”

  And you don’t? She tried to speak, but couldn’t. Instead, she rocked back a little, taking a fraction of an inch more of him inside.

  One hand kneaded her ass as he pulled his cock out and then thrust back inside again.

  Her breath left her body in a huff. Then the vibrator appeared again, slipping between her ass cheeks and pushing at her hole.

  Oh my God! Oh my God!” The zapping vibrations hummed through her pussy and ass, igniting nerves everywhere. She felt herself burning up.

  “Open yourself to me. Take all the pleasure I have to give.” He pulled his cock out then pushed the vibrator into her ass as he pushed his cock into her pussy. She willed her ass to take it inside.

  The tip eased inside her ass as his cock plunged into her pussy. Her body clenched, hurling toward orgasm with such speed and intensity, she couldn’t breathe.

  More of the vibrator hummed inside, filling her more, and more, and more as his cock slammed in and out twice. Oh, she was going insane! As she climbed toward the summit, all sensations blended. She tasted smells, saw sounds, heard touches. Her thoughts became sparks of light in a field of darkness. They swirled around and around as her spirit soared to the stars.

  There, at her side, was Josh, his skin translucent, his heart beating in the center of his chest. A smile of love upon his lips.

  “I will love you for all eternity,” his promise echoed through time and space.

  Chapter 15

  When your gut instinct smacks you upside the head, it’s time to listen.

  After three long, tiring days, and two wonderful nights spent with Josh, Jane was ready for the weekend, already. Thanks to Carmen’s work schedule, being a nurse on swing shift, their girl’s night out was Thursday for the next four weeks. Lucky for Jane, tonight Diana was determined to get into that nightclub, come hell or high water.