by Tara Nina
Before she digested the meaning of his words and retaliated, he pushed past her and left. The jingle of the bell above the door added an ominous peal to the otherwise silence.
What the hell did he mean? It could get her killed? What would get her killed… Sex?
She’d never heard of such, sex never killed anyone. At least not that she knew about. Of course, there were a few articles she’d read over the years where extreme sexual acts sometimes got out of hand, but those were accidental deaths.
She walked to the door and locked it. Earl was a complicated mess and she intended to find out why. A man filled with the passion and sexual drive she saw within him deserved to explore every erotic nuance available. Looking around the store, she knew the avenues of the pursuit of pleasure were endless.
Closing her eyes for a moment, a pleasant memory of Earl resurfaced. It happened right after he started working with her. She remembered teasing him about his name. What type of Native American named their child Earl? Shouldn’t it be something like Running Bear? His reply whispered from the treasured memory vault inside her brain. It was the day she’d learned to like the name Earl. After his explanation, it shifted from plain and average to heroic and sexy in her mind.
He was named after the man who saved his father’s life. As a young man in the service, his father was injured during a practice scenario and nearly lost his leg. A military doctor named Earl treated him and saved his leg from amputation. Earl’s father never forgot and did the one thing he could to honor the man. He named his only son after him.
Reliving the memory only confused her more and added to the multiple layers that made up Earl’s persona. So far she knew he was a soft-spoken man with a strong family history that he kept secret and a fantastic sex drive she wanted desperately to enjoy. Emma Jean collected her things along with the bank deposit. After making sure everything was turned off, she exited through the front door and locked it behind her. The clear night gave her a beautiful view of the stars. A shooting star skittered across the twinkling plane and she didn’t hesitate to make a wish.
I wish for the strength and fortitude to relieve Earl’s soul of whatever burden weighs upon it and teach him the true meaning of great sex.
Chapter Three
She froze the moment she stepped inside the front door and heard a male voice. Relief washed over her when she realized it came from the answering machine and not an intruder. Emma Jean made her way to the phone on the wall in the kitchen seconds before he hung up.
“Hi,” she said breathlessly as she tossed her keys on the counter and dropped her purse on the floor.
“Screening your calls?” David asked.
“No, just getting in.”
“I take it the store remained busy after I dropped you off.”
“Steady right up until we closed,” Emma Jean replied proudly. “Best business day for the store in a long time.”
“That’s good to hear.” His Southern drawl deepened sending tiny goose bumps across her flesh. “You too tired to talk for a little while? Should I let you go so you can get some sleep?”
“Sleep’s overrated,” she replied, hoping he wouldn’t hang up. She really liked his sexy baritone voice and wished he sat beside her whispering in her ear instead of over the phone line. “Besides, I have to check the internet site, print the list of orders and make sure they are packed and shipped tomorrow. We didn’t have time today.”
“You run an internet site as well. I’m impressed.”
“You should be,” she jested. “It’s my main form of income. Don’t get me wrong. The store does well, but most people prefer to shop via internet. Give them free shipping with purchases totaling over fifty dollars and they tend to spend more.”
“You really are a business dynamo.”
Before she thought better of it, the words slipped out. “I’d rather you thought of me as a sexual dynamo.” She paused then decided there was no stopping it now. “Or better yet, perhaps you’d prefer a dominatrix?”
The silence on the other end seemed deafening. Had she stepped over some invisible line with this one? She hoped not. After what happened with Earl in the store, doubt rooted itself in her system that her dream of sex with two men would not be fulfilled. On the ride home, the more she thought about what happened, the worse she felt. Had she gone too far? Would he return to work tomorrow? All sorts of scenarios tormented her thoughts. And now…
A quick glance at the clock on the wall and she knew it was too late to call her cousin Shelley if David decided to hang up. Though it seemed like forever, a few seconds passed before he spoke. The tone of his voice seemed richer and deeper, making her instantly wet.
“That’s a venue I’ve never explored. Care to teach me?”
Shock rocked her to the core. Here she expected he’d end their conversation and instead he opened a whole world of sexual possibilities. For months, they’d tap-danced around each other and all she had to do was take the initiative. Emma Jean bit her lower lip. The only way this could get better was if it wasn’t phone sex. What the hell? She shrugged as she settled on a kitchen barstool.
“On one condition,” she replied huskily.
“What’s that?”
“You do everything I ask and don’t regret any sexual experiment we try together.”
She heard him release a heavy breath on the other end before he said, “If it’s something I’m uncomfortable with, is it up for discussion?”
Emma Jean chuckled seductively then replied, “That would make me a lenient dominatrix now wouldn’t it? Where’s the fun in that?”
“Emma Jean, you are a complicated woman. If I say no to being dominated…” She heard the indecision in his tone and a knot formed in her gut. “Does that end our relationship before it starts?”
“No, we simply take a different direction.” She wanted desperately to ease his concern. In reality, she didn’t care who led in the pursuit of sexual happiness just as long as there was sex. Lots and lots of sex. And hopefully with both men once she got them comfortable with her.
“And what direction would that be?” To her, his words sounded interested but also seemed laced with some sort of fear. Did he think she’d tie him up and hurt him? Tie him up definitely. Hurt him only in a truly pleasurable way. She had to make him understand there were two sides to every experience. But if he wasn’t ready, she could be pushing for too much too fast.
Damn. She wasn’t about to mess this up like she had with Earl so she decided to tone it down a bit, for now. “Let’s just say we let nature take its course and see where it takes us. Sometimes I lead and you follow and sometimes you take the helm. But David…” She let her sentence linger unfinished.
“Yes, Emma Jean?”
“I guarantee you’ll enjoy every sensual experience. Sexual pleasure makes life exciting no matter what venue you choose to explore.”
“Over the past few months, you’ve been on my mind. I close my eyes and I imagine you in my bed. Does my admitting this bother you?”
Excitement sizzled through her veins. No one ever said anything like that to her. She was the star of this man’s dreams. Damn. She licked her lips then said on a husky breath, “No, it doesn’t bother me. Tell me what you imagine me doing in your bed.”
He cleared his throat then said, “You’re lying there as I undress you slowly, kissing each inch of visible flesh as I uncover it. I have this picture of a pair of full round breasts in my mind. Tell me, Emma Jean, do you like to have your breasts worshiped? Have your nipples suckled until you’re hot and moist between your thighs?”
His explicit words made her nipples harden and she couldn’t resist touching them. As she brushed her palm across the outside of her shirt, the pressure within her pussy increased and dampened her panties. Man, was he skilled at phone sex or was she just horny? Emma Jean didn’t care which at the moment. He didn’t seem to be backing away, as she’d feared. Nope, he had taken their conversation to the next level in sexual exploration
.
“I love a man who knows how to handle a woman’s sensitive breasts. I believe the nipples have a direct connection to the vagina.” At the moment she spoke, she pinched one of her nipples hard and a sharp electrical spark sizzled through her system and landed directly in her clit, making her gasp softly. Before this night was over, she knew she’d spend some time with her vibrator. If he kept this conversation going, she’d probably use it while they spoke.
“Are you touching yourself, Emma Jean?” She heard the anticipation in his voice.
“Yes.”
“Tell me what you’re doing.”
“Massaging my nipples.” She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Phone sex was a first for her but she had to admit she enjoyed it tremendously. “But I’d much rather have your mouth sucking them and teasing them with your tongue.”
His low moan couldn’t be missed and she didn’t let the opportunity to give it right back to him slip away. “Tell me, David, is your cock in your hand? Are you imagining me wrapped around you, riding you, or would you prefer I lick and suck you until you come?”
“I-I,” he stammered, “Emma Jean open the door.”
The phone went dead. She straightened, turned and stared. From the angle at which she sat at the kitchen counter, she could see the front door. Was he on the other side? A light tap echoed from the door indicating someone knocked. She slid from the stool. Both legs trembled as she walked across the living room. She peeked through the narrow window beside the door and couldn’t believe he actually stood on the porch. Her night had taken a turn for the better. Earl may have run out on her, but not David.
Emma Jean opened the door. Though his appearance was that of an overworked police detective, heat shone in his eyes. His tie hung loose around his neck with the first two buttons of his shirt undone. A stark white t-shirt could be seen underneath. She couldn’t help but soak in his appearance as he stood with his suit jacket slung over his shoulder held by one finger and his cell phone in his other hand. The prominent bulge pressing against the fly of his dress pants made her itch to set it free and explore its sexual promise.
He cleared his throat and gave her a boyish grin as he said, “As you can see, my hands are full and not in the way you described.”
She smiled, cocked an eyebrow and couldn’t stop herself from grabbing him by the belt buckle and tugging him inside. “Now that’s a problem I can help you solve.”
David never planned to end up at Emma Jean’s, but somehow his subconscious led him there. One minute he was headed home and the next he found himself on her doorstep. What started as an innocent phone call as he drove home turned into a hot conversation that piqued his curiosity and added fuel to his desire for Emma Jean.
Standing in the doorway, she looked phenomenal. Several strands of her long, dark curls had escaped the clip and dangled around her face and hung to her breasts. The sight of both nipples hard and pressing against her low-cut shirt made his mouth water and his cock twitch. Damn, she looked good.
After lunch he couldn’t get her off his mind. He should have taken a nap before he had to return to the precinct. But he didn’t. He’d spent those few hours with Emma Jean. Now he was running on sexual adrenaline she produced in his system, nothing else. His brain was fried from sitting watch on a stakeout that in his opinion was a dead end. If he had to admit it, sleep should be his first priority. Reading the promise of pleasure in her eyes, he knew sleep was a long way off.
She grabbed him by the belt buckle and led him in through the door. After she shut and locked it, she turned to him with a heated look that could have melted steel.
“I’m glad you decided to stop by. I like surprises.”
Emma Jean stood as close to him as possible, then tiptoed and laid a featherlight kiss to his lips. David dropped his jacket and cell phone on the floor, wrapped his arms around her and deepened the connection. A shiver shot directly to his balls when he felt her undoing his belt, but he didn’t release her from their kiss. Instead he made a power play for control with her tongue. Tongue on tongue, lips on lips, the passion, desire and heat for this woman increased. He slid one hand up her back to cup her head and tangled his fingers in her hair.
She made quick work of his belt, button and zipper. The moment her hand slipped inside the front fly of his boxers, his balls contracted. She palmed his shaft and applied just enough pressure that his insides quaked. Their lips hovered within millimeters of one another as he whispered, “Surprise. I want to fuck you.”
Her inviting smile gave him the only encouragement he needed. David lifted her in his arms. By doing this, it caused her hand to release his cock and a sudden sense of loss made it shiver. Damn. He’d never had a reaction to anyone like that. Every inch of him wanted her touch, be it hand, mouth or pussy.
“Now that’s the best offer I’ve had all day,” she practically growled in response.
“Which way to the bedroom?”
Emma Jean nipped his chin with her teeth then answered, “Down the hall, second door to the left.”
He liked the feel of her teeth on his skin as she blazed a trail from his chin to his earlobe. Tiny shivers rolled down his spine. The door to the bedroom was open. She flicked on the light switch with her foot as they entered. Two lamps came on, one on either side of the bed. No overhead light hung from the ceiling. He couldn’t believe the size of the bed. It had to be a California king because it made his queen-size seem small by comparison.
The headboard and footboard were made of intricately scrolled wrought iron and each corner had a post topped with a solid iron pineapple. At the head of the bed sat an array of pillows in several shapes, sizes and soft pastel colors of greens, whites and light blue. The thick comforter was a deep green in feminine eyelet material. He lowered her to the bed and stood beside it taking in every ounce of her beauty. Looking from her to the bed then back to her, he liked the way she looked on this bed—soft, sensual and sexy. The corner posts were heavy for a reason and if he weren’t careful, she’d probably have him tied to them.
But that might not be a bad thing. The thought slipped through his tired brain before he could stop it.
“You going to stand there staring or are you going to crawl in this bed and fuck me?” The sensual rasp in her tone triggered a flow of volcanic heat down his spine to congregate in his balls.
“Don’t rush me, woman,” he replied as he undid the buttons on his shirt. He met and her taunting gaze. “I plan to pleasure your every sexual need.”
When she rolled onto her side, rested her head in her hand with her elbow bent and tugged the neckline of her shirt below her breasts, David almost pounced. Two pert nipples sat begging for his attention, but he resisted. Even when she cupped one breast and visibly pinched and twisted the perfect tip into a taut red bud, he managed to remain vigilant in his attempt to undress in a calm manner, not like an overstimulated teenage boy.
“I like watching you strip,” she admitted while continuing to toy with her nipples. “It turns me on.”
He tugged the t-shirt off, stepped out of his shoes then slid his pants down until all that was left were his socks and his boxers. No matter how he tried he couldn’t think of a dignified, sexy way to remove his socks so he simply lifted one foot at a time and took them off. During this maneuver, his rock-hard cock poked its way out of the boxer’s fly.
“Umm, now that’s a beautiful sight,” Emma Jean said as she slid off the bed and positioned herself on her knees in front of David. “A cock gift-wrapped in royal blue silk boxers.”
Warm and wet, her mouth wrapped around the head of his cock and his knees almost buckled. It took a great amount of concentration to stand and not come the moment her lips made contact. This wasn’t something he’d expected their first time together. Hell, his former fiancée didn’t do this for him until after they were engaged. But Emma Jean…
His brain short-circuited for a split second as she took him in. Her sensual hum with each in and out motion added to
the intense sensory effect. Each roll of his balls in her hand put him closer and closer to the edge of ejaculation, but he leaned heavily on his inner fortitude and resisted. He wanted to please her before succumbing to his own orgasm.
At the rate her talented mouth and tongue caressed and sucked his cock, it wouldn’t take long if he didn’t stop her wonderful blowjob. Gently, he pulled from her lips and guided her to her feet. He captured her mouth in a passionate kiss as he cupped her bottom in his hands. While keeping her preoccupied with their kiss, he trailed his fingers along the waistband of her jeans and undid the button and zipper. She moaned against his mouth the moment he slid a hand inside her panties.
“You’re so wet.” He groaned, lowering to his knees and taking her jeans and panties down as he went. A clean-shaven pussy greeted his eyes. She was definitely a gift of pure sexual pleasure packed into a glorious older woman. Not much older than he, a few years at max, but still an older woman in his book. “I have to taste you. Spread your legs.”
He liked the way she followed commands and spread her legs giving him easier access to her pussy. David opened her pouting lower lips and tasted her nectar. Salty-sweet goodness increased his appetite. The more he licked, the more he wanted. He ran his tongue along her slit then plunged into her opening repeatedly. Her erotic moans and the grip of her hands in his hair urged him onward until he had three fingers inside her, fucking her at a rapid pace while his tongue lapped her juices.
Finding her clit, he nipped it with his teeth then sucked hard until she screamed.
“Yes, yes. Oh fucking yes.”
Moisture coated his hand, tongue and face as she reached orgasm. He nuzzled his face against the insides of her thighs then worked his way up her body, removing her shirt as he went. Kissing and lapping a trail to her breasts, he reached around and unhooked her bra and tossed it to the pile of clothing. He guided her backward onto the bed. Instinctively, she lay with her knees bent, legs splayed open.