by Tina Donahue, Bella Settarra, Michelle Roth, Jennifeer Denys
David edged closer, his legs touching hers. Leaning down, he kissed her spine and dipped his hand to her mound.
She started at his fingers glancing over her clit, the hard nub eager for his touch.
He didn’t rush, stroking it lightly, almost negligently before he ran his hand down the length of her cleft, bathing his fingers in her moisture, tracing the contours of her soft folds. Her breath whooshed out on a wanting sigh then stopped altogether as he thumbed her nub once, twice, three times. A riot of sensations barreled through Bree, stoking her desire to impossible levels, driving her fast and hard to the edge.
It had been so long—too long—since a man had finger-fucked her that one more stroke and Bree would be a goner. Not yet, not yet, please.
David withdrew his hand.
Well, hell, she hadn’t wanted him to stop completely. She simply needed a little rest to draw this out, hopefully until tomorrow afternoon, that’s—
Her thoughts paused at the sound of cellophane tearing, him getting ready to mount her. He tossed the empty condom wrapper on the table, close to her arm, no doubt wanting her to see it.
Bree looked over and gave him a lewd grin, the universal sign of a woman who wants a man. God, did she ever when it came to him. Michelangelo’s David had nothing on this guy. Perfectly formed, handsome as hell, with a good heart and a sharp mind, David Shaw was the whole enchilada.
For tonight, he was hers.
Not rushing, he rolled the slick latex down his impressive length as though he enjoyed touching himself and showing off for her.
“You’re freaking gorgeous,” she breathed, properly impressed.
David’s smile was oddly shy, his cock not so much. Bree could have sworn it had grown a bit more. “Fuck me,” she murmured. Fill me. Drive away my loneliness, at least for now.
His expression was devilish, the same as his wink. He got into position, his sheathed cock grazing the inside of her thigh, the rubber already warm from his body heat. With the confidence of a man who knew exactly what to do with a woman, David rested one hand on her hip and lifted his cock with the other. Bree felt the crown gliding past the inside of her thigh, no doubt headed for her pussy.
He swallowed audibly then sighed out his words, “Ready, luv?”
Well overdue. “Uh-huh. You?”
His answer was a quiet grunt as he entered her in one assured thrust, burying his cock to the hilt deep within her cunt.
Bree’s mouth sagged open at his shaft’s rigidity and bulk, stretching and owning her, making certain her sheath accommodate his size. Delighted, she squeezed her inner muscles around him.
David flexed his cock in response, his pleasure obvious. He eased back, pulling out of her until his rod was nearly free of her channel only to plunge back inside, his balls tapping Bree, their bodies fully joined once more.
Hot didn’t begin to describe the exquisite heat of her cunt. Tight was inadequate to convey how snug her pussy was. Overwhelmed with desire, David had to warn himself to keep a slow pace, not plough into her with the staggering passion that gripped him and wouldn’t let go. He might scare her. Hell, he was already frightened from emotions that continued to churn within him.
She’d stunned him at the door, looking like a high-fashion model in her dress and heels, her hair soft and shiny, lips glossy, eyes oh-so suggestive. Then there were her curves. David had always liked a plush ass on a woman. Bree’s was exceptional, her skin softer than kitten fur, her readiness for him humbling. She was ungodly wet, drenched with the same desire he felt.
Without thinking, he pumped harder, faster, only to chide himself and slow down.
She hauled in a full breath then panted it out. Lucky girl. He couldn’t seem to pull in any oxygen.
Maybe that’s why he’d forgotten the most important part of this … her pleasure. Slipping his hand across her waist and down her sweet belly, he reached her furry mound, those curls also chestnut. For some reason that pleased David greatly. After combing the dainty triangle with his fingers, he sought her clit. The small nub was hard as could be, sensitive too.
On his first stroke, Bree flinched. On his second, she moaned loud enough to disturb the people on the floor below. By his third stroke, he was pumping into her, their bodies smacking against each other, the sounds they made delightfully crude, brazen in the best way, because they could be themselves with each other. In David’s mind, that was the greatest gift a woman could give a man, along with moments like this.
He coordinated his thrusts and strokes to drive her from delight clear to rapture and beyond.
Bree’s heightened breathing said he was doing a good job. David needed to be the best she’d ever known. He toyed with her clit, rubbing then ignoring it to pull at her curls as she’d done with his.
Her whimper told him she wanted more.
In time. His cock’s slow, easy slide in and out of her cunt intensified the friction between them, building his lust, challenging his resolve to take this slow. Perspiration ran down his chest and into his eyes. Blinking it away, David gritted his teeth resolved to give Bree the ride of her life, show her she’d made the right choice in allowing him this privilege.
He abandoned her clit to squeeze her boobs. She grunted in obvious protest, no doubt wanting his hand between her legs again. Ignoring that for the moment, David plucked her nipples, making the long tips even harder, which finally drew a husky purr from her. Returning to her clit, he rubbed it quickly, firmly, not stopping this time as he also thrust harder and faster.
She went still as a statue then cried out an oath, her voice rising above the sudden blare of a horn on the street.
Grinning at her response, David pressed on, reciting legal precedents in his head to keep from blasting off. He wanted this to last. Clearly, Bree did too. She’d fisted her fingers in the tablecloth and kept shaking her head as though she didn’t want to come. Fighting the inevitable as he did.
Neither of them lasted long, though David was proud that Bree came seconds before he peaked, his orgasm hitting with the force of a speeding bus. His bellow mingled with her cries, both sounds thrilling. The roof seemed to shift beneath his feet, while his head was suddenly too heavy to keep up and his legs were about to give out.
Time to rest.
On an exhausted sigh, David leaned over Bree and snuggled close, liking that just fine.
Wow, just wow. He was perfect at making love too.
Holding back a squeal of delight, Bree laced her fingers through his and held on as David regained his strength. Although it took him very little time, he didn’t go at her again as she’d expected. Instead, he settled Bree on his lap and fed her half the pizza, taking the rest for himself in between sips of wine. Once both of them had replaced the fuel they’d burned and had a good buzz on from the booze, he unwrapped several chocolates, slipping one after of the other into her mouth.
“Wait,” she finally said, her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk’s. “I think I have enough for now.”
David ran his finger over her bottom lip, making it tingle. “I thought you liked sweets.”
“I do.” She chewed quickly and swallowed even faster despite the exquisite taste. Reaching beneath herself, Bree stroked the head of his cock. “I like this better.”
He beamed. Hell, he pushed out his chest, proud as could be. “So you want more?”
Silly question. Bree kissed his smooth cheek and whispered in his ear. “What do you think?”
“Get dressed.”
That wasn’t the answer she’d expected. Bree eased back to see his face. “We’re leaving?” You’re leaving? Already?
“Only the roof.”
Ah. Visions of her bed danced in Bree’s mind. “Race you.”
Bree won since she only had to cover her boobs and cunt then smooth down her skirt while he had to ditch the rubber, pull on his jeans then stuff his underwear and socks into his pockets. With his running shoes in one hand, he grabbed her wrist with the other. “Let’s go.”<
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Hmm. He was obviously on fire and didn’t need further stimulation. Even so, Bree wished she’d sprayed perfume on her bed earlier. Too late now. The second they were back in her apartment, she headed for the mattress, figuring clean sheets and her bod would have to do.
Bypassing both, David set up the fan and pointed it at the frame of her exerciser.
“Are you hoping the breeze bounces off the wall and hits us here?” she asked, gesturing to the bed.
“Not at all.” He removed his jeans.
Bree sagged against the bedframe, hand to her chest, struck dumb at his beauty in all this glorious light. There was a small mole on the inside of his thigh that she hadn’t noticed on the roof. His pelt was as dark as the hair on his head, his balls lightly furred, his legs wonderfully hairy too. Every part of him all man.
“You’re still wearing your dress,” he scolded then glanced around. “Where do you keep your scarves? You do have some, right?”
“Second drawer.” She pointed at the cabinet, her heart thumping in anticipation. “Why?”
“Take off your clothes and I’ll show you.”
Despite the light in here, Bree stripped quickly, her passion too overpowering to worry about her appearance. Leaving on her heels, she turned. David approached with four of her scarves, two in different shades of green, one red, one black, his gaze devouring her nudity.
It took a whole lot of willpower for Bree to face him and let him get his fill.
With carnal hunger in his eyes, he inclined his head to her equipment.
Bree went into a full body blush. “You’re going to tie me to that?”
David dragged the end of the black scarf over her thigh. “Would you prefer that I put it together so you can exercise?”
Bree barked a laugh. “What do you think?”
She was so on board with this she got into position, loving the breeze from the fan as David secured her arms to either side of the frame, the same as her ankles. She tugged on her bonds, delighted she couldn’t move. Arching one eyebrow saucily, she murmured, “What now?”
David sank to his knees, pressed his face into her mound and licked her clit.
A shock of heat and indescribable sensations shot through Bree, rendering her speechless. All she could manage was a wanting moan. Before it had faded, David worked two fingers into her cunt, imprisoning her further.
Even her ribald fantasies hadn’t been this great.
Holding her clit carefully between his teeth, David tongued the little nub, giving her no chance to escape. Bree didn’t want any. After a while, the fan couldn’t keep up with the heat pouring through her. Perspiration ran from her temples and throat. Her boobs shimmied with her uneven breaths. Deep within her cunt, lust met with need, creating a miraculous yet maddening feeling.
Each time her climax neared, David seemed to know and slowed his licks, forcing Bree back from the precipice. Once she’d done so, he started again and again, stopping as frequently. She wanted to curse him for frustrating her, praise him too. This was like nothing she’d ever experienced, not even at her own hand.
She rested her head against her shoulder, the damn thing simply weighed too much to keep up. Drawing a breath was more than she could manage on a regular basis. The room spun, her ears rang, David went at her again, allowing relief this time as he worked her clear past orgasm into paradise.
Bree tried to shout her delight, but couldn’t. It felt as though she’d burst from her body then drifted down on a wave of ecstasy nothing else could match.
Panting, she lost all track of time after that, consumed by David’s attention to her needs. For hours it seemed, he delivered her to new climaxes, one wilder than the other, all of them blending into a haze of delight.
Finally, he carried her to the bed, his kiss deep and impassioned. During the rest of the night, they made love several times, him on top, missionary style. Bree didn’t complain. She loved looking at his face darkened with desire, his chest heaving from his struggle to breathe.
More, her heart kept whispering before she drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
She woke with a start, uncertain what had roused her.
Possibly the watery sun bleeding through the windows. Damn, it was morning, though work wasn’t until Monday. Pleased, she rolled over, expecting to collide with David but bumped into his pillow instead.
He’d left?
Of course, he did. He had a life to get back to. Last night had been fun, but it wasn’t—
“You’re up.” Naked, he padded to the bed and offered Bree a glass of orange juice.
She almost blurted “you’re still here?” but didn’t, not wanting him to misunderstand and think she wanted him to leave. “Thanks. What time is it?”
“A little after eight. Why?” He stopped rubbing her calf. “You have to go to work?”
Bree shook her head. “Not until Monday. You?”
“Monday afternoon, a meeting with investors for my start-up.” David sat on the mattress and finished his juice. “Hungry?”
With him, always. “I can make us breakfast, if you’d like.”
“Brilliant. I’m a crappy cook.”
“No problem. You’re good at other stuff.” She reached over and cradled his cock in her palm. Even flaccid, he was one hung dude.
He laughed. “Glad you think so. We really should put that thing together today.” He inclined his head toward her exerciser.
“No need to rush.”
David’s smile faded, his expression suddenly intense. “Not at all. We want to do it right so it lasts.”
Bree’s heart turned over. Deep inside, she knew neither of them was talking about the equipment but rather what might be happening between them. Leaning toward him, she cradled David’s cheek in her palm, loving his morning bristles. “A favor?”
“Sure. If I can manage it.”
“Don’t shave.”
“Ever?”
“Today.”
“How about tomorrow?”
She smiled. “We’ll talk about it then, okay?”
He answered her with a kiss, tender and searching before it turned wonderfully untamed.
They made out for minutes, taking their time as though they had plenty with more to spare.
Nude and loving it, Bree finally padded into the kitchen to start breakfast. David turned the fan in her direction then studied the manual, their silence comfortable.
Lightheaded with happiness, she went about her work, eager for today, looking forward to tomorrow, delighted that in her search for muscle, she’d ended up with one helluva man.
THE END
Mé
nage at Mealtime
Bella Settarra
Dedication
To Deb. Without your help, support and encouragement I might never have fulfilled my dream. I can’t thank you enough. You are a wonderful lady and a true friend. xx
Chapter One
Naomi sighed wearily as she placed the candles in their holder in the center of the dining table. She usually enjoyed organizing dinner parties, but not this time. Richard had been the sociable one in their relationship; she had just smiled and made polite conversation with their friends—his friends, mostly. But tonight was different. This event had been arranged months ago, when they were still together, but there was no backing out now. Tonight she was going to show them how well she was coping. She’d show him.
Titivating the flowers one more time, she allowed her mind to drift a little. When Richard had gone off with Paula—her supposed best friend—she had been angry but not really surprised. Those two had always got on well, better than she and Richard toward the end, truth be told. It still hurt, though. She pretended it didn’t matter, but it did. This party was the first event they had actually arranged for her benefit, not Richard’s. Paula and Rob were supposed to be coming along with Sasha and Trev as well as Paula’s contact from the publishers and his wife. Richard and she were going to be the perfect hosts while she tried to schm
ooze her way into a lucrative contract for her latest novel. Everyone was behind her—they were her friends, after all, weren’t they? When Paula and Rob split up Trev had been livid with Paula—he and Rob had been friends since school so it was only natural that he would stick up for his mate. Sasha had been really apologetic when she explained to Naomi that they wouldn’t be coming tonight, which was disappointing but understandable.
Naomi didn’t want to lose Paula as a friend, not just because she had the most useful contacts, working for a leading publisher, but because she had been a really good friend to her over the years. Naomi always valued her friendships over her romantic relationships, which is probably why she was always unlucky in love, she mused.
A sudden scratching noise from over by the fireplace made her jump and she looked over, frowning. Now what? She felt edgy enough without more problems. As she neared the large chimney breast, she heard it getting louder and she huffed irritably. That’s all she needed today!
The sound of a bird chirping interrupted her thoughts as she pulled her mobile from her jeans pocket and she swiped through Google, trying to find a chimney sweep. Removing wayward birds from the chimney had always been Richard’s forte and she wouldn’t have a clue where to start. As the ‘A’s zoomed down the directory, an advert caught her eye ‘All jobs undertaken.’ That would be quicker than searching the local sweeps, so she quickly clicked on the number.
“Hello, my name’s Naomi Powell and I need a chimney sweep straight away,” she told the woman from Men for Hire. She hoped she hadn’t come across as abrupt and rude, as she was more anxious and worried than anything else.
“No problem, Naomi. What’s the address?” The woman at the other end sounded really friendly, which helped calm Naomi’s nerves a little, and she gave her the details.
“I’ve got a couple of guys over that way right now,” the girl said cheerfully. “They’ll be with you in about ten minutes, is that okay?”