by Opal Carew
No, he was going to read. It was a challenge now.
She licked his shaft, just a delicate brush of her tongue. He drew in a breath, then let it out slowly.
“I’m a little sleepy,” she said. “I think I’ll have a nap.”
“Okay,” he said.
But her tongue returned to his cock, then her mouth covered his cockhead. His heart thundered in his chest.
“I thought you were going to sleep.”
She nodded, which caused her mouth to glide over his cockhead, driving him bonkers. She released him.
“Uh-huh. I just find it calming to have something in my mouth.”
She captured him again, his whole cockhead warm and cozy inside her mouth. She licked a little, then sucked softly. Everything inside him wanted to thrust forward, filling her throat with his shaft. He held himself still with great effort.
The sucking stopped, but her mouth still enveloped him. After a few quiet moments, he glanced down. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be sleeping. With his erection protruding from her mouth.
He lifted his report and tried to read. Which was totally impossible with his cock so warm and cozy.
She sucked again, then stopped. He glanced down but her eyes remained closed.
Ah, she was definitely pretending.
He lowered his report and gazed at her lovely pussy. If she could play, so could he. He reached forward and outlined the upside-down heart with his fingertip, then he leaned forward and nuzzled the fur. He licked over the curls, which had been trimmed short. He eased back, then stroked the curls with his finger again, then higher, toward her thighs. He slid over her opening, then dipped inside. Oh, man, she was so wet.
That’s it. He tipped her onto her back and prowled over her. His cock fell free from her mouth.
“Now you can use your hands,” he said.
She giggled. Her soft hands wrapped around him as he pushed his tongue into her soft folds.
* * *
Sandra gasped as his tongue found her clit. She stroked his hard cock, then swallowed it as deep as she could and began to suck. He licked her and teased her clit. His fingers slipped inside her while she sucked him. He sucked on her and stroked inside her. She pumped him.
The orgasm swept through her fast and furious, sending shudders through her entire body, quivering out the ends of her toes. She lay back, gasping. But she’d released his cock. She grabbed it, ready to take it in her mouth again, but he rolled onto his back.
“Climb on top of me,” he commanded.
She pushed onto her knees, but when she started to turn toward him, he caught her arm and urged her in the other direction.
“No, face that way.”
She climbed over him, then settled on her knees facing the foot of the bed. His cock glided into her, filling her so full, and at a different angle.
“Make me come,” he commanded.
“Yes, Master.”
She lifted herself and lowered again. His hands slipped around her and stroked her breasts. Her nipples peaked, and delightful sensations quivered through her. She rose and fell again, his cock stroking her inside passage.
“Oh, yeah, sweetheart. That’s incredible.”
She rode him faster, driving his huge cock deep into her, propelling her closer to nirvana once again. His raspy breathing told her he was close. Heat swept through her as his cock surged into her again and again. Then she sucked in air and wailed as yet another orgasm blasted through her. He groaned, then released heat inside her. She squeezed him, tugging him deeper. He swirled, sending her higher, into a state of total abandon. She wailed in pure ecstasy.
Finally she collapsed on the bed. He curled around and snuggled up behind her. She dozed off in the warmth of his embrace.
* * *
When she awoke an hour later, he was in the chair again. She decided she really must let him finish his work without distraction. She showered and dressed, then made them both a sandwich for lunch.
She glanced across the kitchen table and smiled, totally convinced he was just as happy as she was about this change in their relationship.
She took a final sip of coffee, then gathered the plates and carried them to the sink.
“Well, I’m going to head home now.”
He walked beside her and pulled her into his arms. “You sick of me already?”
“Of course not.” She kissed him, loving the feel of his masculine lips on hers. “I just feel guilty about keeping you from your work. If I don’t go now, my Master will have to punish me for being really, really bad.” She grinned, then curled her hand around his neck and kissed him again.
He stroked her ass and pulled her tight to him. Then he smacked her butt. “But you love punishment.”
“Well, it has its moments.” She grinned and nuzzled his neck. “Maybe you’ll have to show me the advantages again. How about Wednesday?”
“Unfortunately, I’ll be working late most of the week, so let’s make it Friday.”
“It’s a date.”
He kissed her again. She stroked her fingers along his solid chest and sighed, then reluctantly drew herself away. He followed her to the door. She picked up her purse and opened the door. He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms again, kissing her so passionately she almost dropped her purse and dragged him off to bed again.
But she didn’t.
“Good-bye,” she murmured once he released her lips.
“Friday.”
She smiled and nodded. She walked down the hallway, then waved at him just before she turned the corner. He waved back. She continued walking, wondering how she’d possibly survive five whole days without seeing him.
* * *
The warm glow from the morning with Devlin followed Sandra through the rest of the day as she ran errands, caught a movie with Aimee, then returned home. When she climbed into bed, she stared at the ceiling, wondering what Devlin was doing right now. Was he in bed, too? Was he thinking of her?
She wished he was here, holding her in his arms. Loving her.
Shock rocketed through her at the thought. Loving her? Did she want more from Devlin than sex?
Ah, damn, what did she expect? She and Devlin were more than casual acquaintances, or even new lovers. She’d known Devlin for almost a year. They spent a lot of time together … as friends, sure, but she always knew he was more to her than just a friend. She was attracted to him, but she also felt a deep connection to him.
She had to be very careful not to get trapped again. For the first time in her life, she was following her heart and living fearlessly. As for commitment, she’d already been there, done that. She’d thought it would make her happy, but it had done just the opposite.
The bottom line was that both she and her ex, Eric, had been afraid to be alone. His parents had gone through a divorce, and his mother had never remarried. Sandra’s mom had been a single parent right from the start. Sandra hadn’t wanted to go through life alone. She’d been thrilled when Eric had wanted to get engaged and make a lifetime commitment.
She thought she’d never be alone.
But then she’d found the emptiness of a loveless marriage was worse than being alone.
She rolled over and patted her pillow. Her fingers clung to the sheets as she stared out the window at the clear night sky. Now she was making the same mistake again, convincing herself she was in love with Devlin. Their friendship had turned to an intimate relationship. That’s all. It didn’t mean love.
And her longing for him now was simply that. A longing. For sex. If James or Craig were here, she could alleviate that need by being with them.
Being with Devlin was no different from being with James or Craig. It was the mix of friendship and intimacy that confused her.
She needed to keep things in perspective.
She was not falling in love with Devlin.
* * *
“Aimee’s invited me to the cottage again this weekend.” Holding the phone to her ear, Sandra t
apped her pen on the kitchen counter.
“Okay,” Devlin replied, “so I guess we can change our plans to the following weekend.”
“So you’re okay with me going? Even though Craig and James will be there?”
“Sure, why wouldn’t I be?”
She was pleased he wasn’t being possessive, but at the same time, a part of her felt a little let down.
“Okay, good.” She doodled small curlicues on the pad of paper sitting on the countertop. “Actually, I asked Aimee if you could come along, too. What do you think?”
He hesitated. “Are the other guys okay with me coming along?”
“Aimee says she’s sure they won’t have a problem with it. You all know each other anyway, right?”
“True, but we haven’t … um … been in this kind of situation before.”
She put the pen down and leaned back on the tall stool. “Will you be uncomfortable?”
“No, of course not. What about you? Will you be uncomfortable with all of us … mixing?”
She smiled. “Me and three men? Are you kidding? That’s a dream come true.”
“Okay, then. Count me in.”
* * *
As soon as Devlin hung up the phone, he sucked in a deep breath. His heart ached. As much as he believed in his plan, now that they’d shared passionately intimate moments together, he had hoped she would think of him as special. Inviting him to the cottage while the other two guys were there, however, clearly showed she simply thought of him as one of the crowd.
* * *
Devlin watched the shore approach as Aimee negotiated the boat past the neon orange buoys, then pulled along the side of the dock. She hopped from the boat to the dock, grabbed the rope, and looped it over the cleat on the front hull. The boat bobbed against the side and Devlin grabbed Sandra’s hips to steady her, then helped her from the boat. He grabbed the cooler and hefted it over the side to the dock, then retrieved each of the bags and set them beside it.
He glanced around at the rumble of another boat engine approaching the dock.
“Hey, guys,” Craig called from behind the wheel, James beside him.
Their boat pulled up on the other side of the dock and Devlin hooked a line on their boat. The guys hopped out and the first thing Craig did was grab hold of Sandra’s hand and pull her into a deep embrace, his lips claiming hers. James grabbed Aimee and dipped her back in a comical yet passionate kiss.
Once they released the women, Craig grinned at Devlin and held out his hand. “Sorry, buddy. All you get’s a handshake.”
“Aw, really?” Aimee grinned. “I could really get into you three mixing it up a little.” She winked and hooked her arm around Sandra’s shoulder. “If Sandra and I were to kiss, would two of you?”
“Okay, the natives are definitely getting restless.” Craig tugged Aimee into his arms and kissed her. “You just want to make trouble.”
“Oh, I’ll give you trouble all right.” She stroked over his crotch.
Twenty
Devlin’s groin tightened at the sight. He knew the four of them had gotten involved in some adventurous sex while on the island, but he hadn’t realized how free and open they’d become. It would take a little getting used to.
He glanced toward Sandra and realized James was kissing her now. Devlin’s chest constricted, knowing the history between them. Damn, maybe he shouldn’t have come this weekend. It was one thing knowing what Sandra was doing with these guys; it was another seeing it right in front of him.
James released Sandra and her gaze strayed to Devlin. He glanced toward the guys’ boat so she wouldn’t see the jealousy in his eyes.
“Let me give you a hand with your gear.” He climbed aboard their boat and within moments, the three of them had the bags and cooler on the dock beside the others.
“Why don’t you ladies go ahead up and we’ll bring your stuff?” James suggested.
Aimee smiled. “Sounds good to me. We’ll go fire up the barbecue.”
“Great idea.” Craig grinned. “You’ve already got us fired up.”
Sandra glanced at Devlin. He smiled and nodded. She turned and accompanied Aimee along the path toward their cottage.
Craig opened their cooler and pulled out a bottle of beer, opened it, and handed it to Devlin, then retrieved one for James and himself, too. They all took a swig.
“You going to be okay with this?” James asked Devlin.
“Yeah, sure. Why not?”
“Because we all know you’re in love with Sandra. It must be strange seeing her kissing other men, let alone … what we’ll be doing later.”
So the men had purposely pushed his buttons.
“Yeah. No worries.”
“Okay. Look,” James said, “if you’re worried about me and Sandra, because of our history, don’t be. Aimee filled us in, and it’s pretty clear I don’t stand a chance. And I’m fine with that.” He patted Devlin’s shoulder. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. To Sandra, Craig and I are just a distraction.”
Devlin nodded, glad of the encouragement. He took another swig of his beer as James stacked the bags on top of the wheeled cooler. Devlin picked up the lone bag that didn’t fit and carried it as the other two men pulled the coolers along the dock and onto the path.
* * *
Sandra stretched her legs out on the lounge chair as she gazed over the water, which was as still as glass. She took a sip of her hard lemonade.
After finishing up dinner, they’d gone outside to sit on the deck and relax, enjoying the haunting call of the loons across the calm lake.
Aimee stood up and leaned back against the deck railing. “Sandra, come over here for a minute.”
Sandra put down her bottle and stood up, then strolled to Aimee’s side.
“I just thought I saw something on your top.” Aimee peered closely at Sandra’s cotton blouse, then stroked her hand along the top of Sandra’s breast.
Sandra knew there was nothing on her clean white blouse. This was Aimee’s way of getting things started. Aimee stroked again, then cupped Sandra’s breast.
“I think you should take it off.”
“You’re right.” Sandra smiled as she gazed at the three eager male faces watching. Even Devlin. She knew he’d been tense about coming up here, but dinner and a few beers seemed to have relaxed him. She was glad about that.
“I’ll help you.” Aimee winked impishly, then released the buttons on Sandra’s blouse.
As her blouse opened, revealing her lacy pink bra beneath, the heat of the male gazes on her intensified. Finally, her blouse draped open and she shrugged it from her shoulders.
“Oh, honey, whatever was on your top went right through.” Aimee reached around Sandra’s body and released the bra clasp, then dropped the straps from her shoulders.
Sandra slipped her arms from the straps but held the bra cups in place for a moment, suddenly shy to be half naked in front of all three men. This was the first time Devlin would see her in this sort of situation, with the other men seeing her body, touching her, in front of him. She was a little nervous about it. But she sucked in a breath, keeping her gaze anywhere but on Devlin, and dropped the lace garment to the ground.
Aimee stroked over Sandra’s breasts and her nipples peaked. She was becoming more relaxed with her body responding to Aimee. It was fun and exciting sharing with her friend like this.
“You have such pretty breasts,” Aimee said as she stroked. She cupped Sandra’s cheek, then kissed her.
Aimee’s soft tongue slipped into her mouth and Sandra opened to receive it, then stroked Aimee’s tongue with her own. So sweet and delicate. Then Aimee drew back and leaned down to Sandra’s breast. As Aimee took Sandra’s nipple into her mouth, Sandra sucked in a breath at the warm sensation.
“You know, it’s such a lovely warm evening, I think all of us should go topless.” Sandra glanced to the men. Devlin’s gaze was locked on Aimee’s hand still stroking Sandra’s breast.
Craig tugged
his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, revealing his tiger tattoo. James and Devlin immediately followed suit. Then all of them stared at Aimee.
She laughed. “Okay.” She grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head. She then released the clasp of her front-opening red bra and peeled it back, revealing her large round breasts with the dusky nipples already hard and ready.
Sandra reached out and caressed one of Aimee’s round breasts, glided her fingers over the pebbly aureole, then stroked the beadlike nipple between her thumb and finger. She pulled Aimee against her body, their breasts crushing together, then licked Aimee’s lips. Aimee’s tongue peeked out and their tongue tips danced together, visible to the men.
Sandra drew back and gazed at their audience. “Gee, the men look like their jeans are too tight.”
“It was a big dinner,” Aimee said.
“Maybe they should unzip them,” Sandra suggested.
“Or take them off entirely.” Aimee grinned.
“We will, if you will.” Craig’s wide smile gleamed.
Aimee smiled at Sandra and reached for the button on her cutoffs. Sandra unfastened her own denim shorts and they both dropped them to the deck. Now they both wore only their thongs, Sandra’s black lace and Aimee’s red satin.
Three clunks sounded as the men dropped their jeans and stepped out of them. Now they stood before Aimee and Sandra in only their boxers.
“You know, I think I’ll just be over there if you need any help, honey.” Aimee crossed to a lounge chair and stretched out, clearly indicating that this was Sandra’s party.
“You all look so sexy.” Sandra gazed at the three solid, muscular chests in front of her, then glided over the boxers.
Craig’s cock extended out the front of his boxers. James stroked his, still inside the soft cloth. Devlin did the same. She walked to Craig and kissed him, her hand stroking over the taut muscles of his abs to the waistband of his boxers, but no lower. Then she kissed James, stroking his tight abs, too.