DoubleDilemma

by Tara Nina

  “Condom?” she asked as she pointed to the nightstand. David retrieved one from the box. It impressed him she was this in control to remember protection when he’d been overwhelmed by her sexual intensity and forgotten. Once gloved and ready, he took a moment to enjoy the beauty of Emma Jean.

  Moist pink flesh glistened for his perusal. Any other time he would have set a slower pace. But not now. He sensed she wanted it hard, rough and fast. David positioned himself over her with his cock nestled at the entrance of her pussy. Gently he rubbed up and down her slit, gathering her juices for easier penetration.

  He leaned in and kissed her lips lightly then pressed his forehead to hers. “You’re so wet, I just want to fuck you.” He shoved his cock inside in one balls-deep thrust.

  “Yes,” Emma Jean panted, wrapping her legs around his waist and digging her fingernails into his shoulders. “Fuck me right now. David, fuck me hard. I want it all and I want it now.”

  To emphasize her words, she slid back on his cock until only the head remained then shoved upward until his ball sac slapped her ass. Then she unwrapped her legs, planted her feet on the mattress and met him thrust for thrust. He fucked her fast and hard. There was nothing delicate about this first sexual encounter. Pelvis collided with pelvis as each pushed for more. Her nails slid down his back and he felt certain she took skin along with them. But he didn’t care. The pain intensified the pleasure.

  Sweat-soaked bodies fell together as the orgasm shattered their systems. If he wasn’t exhausted before from long hours at work, he definitely was now. Emma Jean drained him of not only his stamina, but his cum. Never before had a woman’s inner muscles milked his cock the way hers did as he lay nestled in her pussy.

  If she kept doing that, he doubted he’d remain flaccid for long.

  Her pussy ached from the pounding but she didn’t care. She wanted more. For the first time in years, a real cock brought her joy and made her come. David lived up to and surpassed the expectations of her dreams. That thick cock and its plump head gave her multiple orgasms not to mention the gift his mouth and tongue gave her to start with.

  All she could think about was fucking him again and again. Images flashed through her head of what she wanted to do with him. Several sexual devices came to mind and brought a smile to her lips. How phenomenal would that have felt if she had a vibrator up her ass while he fucked her?

  Better yet, what if Earl fucked her in the ass while David filled her pussy? Just the thought made her hot and horny all over again. The sensation of his cock twitching as it released the last of his juices let her know it would probably be awhile before he’d be ready for round two.

  He rolled onto his back, pulling his cock from her, and she moaned sadly. “Don’t take my new toy away from me.”

  After he disposed of the condom, she liked the way David curled around her and snuggled her close. The heat of his whispered words caused the hair covering her ear to tickle.

  “Honey, I just need a power nap then we’re good to go again.”

  “Promise?” she questioned softly, knowing from his relaxed state and even keel of breathing he was falling asleep.

  “Promise.” The single word reached her ears and made her smile, but she doubted it would happen before the morning.

  Emma Jean cupped his face and placed a light kiss to his forehead. Poor overworked man, one and done. When she cuddled closer and got comfortable, the ache between her thighs let her know it’d been a long time since she’d been fucked that well. She’d probably be bruised, but she didn’t care. She’d still do it again and not change a thing. A smile upturned her lips as she closed her eyes.

  One and done was good enough for now.

  * * * * *

  Just before sunrise Emma Jean slipped out of bed without waking David. The internet orders needed to be downloaded and printed so she could take them to the store and fill them. She completed the task and remembered to order ink cartridges for the printer in the store’s office to be delivered later today from the supply center. That was the main reason she hadn’t downloaded and printed the list from the store’s computer last night. That and Earl interrupted her business train of thought.

  Earl. She sighed. What was she going to do about him? The attraction she felt for him was as great as the attraction she felt for David. And now that she’d slept with David, she wanted him even more. Would it be the same with Earl?

  Emma Jean picked up the papers from the printer in the upstairs bedroom she’d turned into her home office and carried them downstairs into the kitchen. She lifted her purse from the floor where she’d left it and placed it on top of the papers on the counter beside her keys so she wouldn’t forget them. With that task complete, she started a pot of coffee.

  While she waited for the coffee to brew, she walked into the living room and picked up his cell phone and jacket. She took them into the kitchen, hung the jacket on a stool and laid the phone on the counter. A tiny red light blinked, indicating there was a message.

  Thinking back to their meal yesterday, she remembered David liked his coffee light and sweet. She made herself a cup and carried both his and hers to the bedroom along with his cell phone. For several long seconds, she stood watching him sleep.

  A hunky naked man lay sprawled across her bed. The comforter covered his bottom half with the exception of one leg, which stuck out from underneath. His shoulders seemed even broader in his facedown position.

  Naked and prone, David Delaney made a scrumptious sight. A sensual image hit her and she smiled. Quietly, she set one coffee cup on each nightstand and placed his cell phone beside his cup.

  She opened the large walk-in closet and disappeared inside. Converting what used to be a small bedroom into a closet off the master bedroom had been a stroke of genius on her part. By absorbing that room, it gave her contractor the flexibility to increase the master bath as well. The ability to change the inner design of this farmhouse was the main reason she’d bought it. That and it was set back off the main road, secluded and several miles outside of town located deep in the farmlands. The sizeable amount of land that came with the house guaranteed her privacy.

  Privacy. That was what she liked, especially since her sexual taste might entail outdoor adventures. The barn came to mind and the thought of fucking in the hayloft made her instantly wet. Or even in the hot tub she’d treated herself to. It had been placed outside her bedroom. Simply open the French doors, walk across the porch, which ran completely around the house, and step in.

  They’d opened the railing and extended the wooden porch to include a deck around the hot tub. This made it easily accessible. She liked sitting naked out under the stars. With either of them or both, that hot tub would be worth the money she’d spent.

  She opened the special floor-to-ceiling cabinet where she kept her sex toys and devices. At first she reached for the lavender-scented massage oil, but thought of Earl and switched to sandalwood. Deciding to test him sexually, she grabbed one of her favorite toys and something else specifically designed for male pleasure. After selecting a sexy little black corset, thigh-highs and a pair of black leather stilettos, she exited the closet.

  One glance and she knew he still slept. Good. Now to put her plan into action. She entered the master bath, washed up then dressed. Emma Jean took a deep breath. The corset lifted her breasts and placed them in the perfect position for suckling. Nothing covered the nipples or her pussy. She liked the sexy lace of the boudoir items, but not the constriction of having to maneuver around them to fuck, so she simply chose not to wear clothing that covered her sensitive parts.

  With the thigh-highs and the stilettos, her legs looked long and sensuous. At least that’s what she hoped. Emma Jean gathered her sex toys and entered the bedroom. The room smelled of fresh coffee. Umm, she thought as she took a sip of hers and set it back on the nightstand. She laid the items on the bed, covered them with an edge of the blanket then climbed up slowly and easily beside him. After sliding the covers off hi
m, she straddled his firm, exquisite bottom.

  “Morning, Emma Jean,” came out low and groggy. It was then she noted half his cup of coffee was missing and the red light on his cell phone no longer blinked.

  “How long you been awake?” she asked as she flipped open the top of the scented oil. Since he wasn’t out of bed and getting dressed, the message must not have been urgent.

  “The smell of fresh coffee woke me.” He lifted and gave her a sleepy grin over his shoulder. “With you dressed like that and sitting on my ass, there’s another part of me that’s awake as well.”

  “There’s nothing I like more than an awake cock in the morning.” Emma Jean poured the oil down the center of his spine then blew on it. She knew from experience it warmed easily and quickly. She capped the bottle and set it on the nightstand then began massaging, spreading the oil from the small of his back up to his shoulders.

  “Umm, that’s nice,” he mumbled, settling back down into the pillows.

  When she was certain he was relaxed, she moved and massaged his buttocks, then down his legs to his feet and back up to that taut butt of his. She noted his eyes were closed so she decided to step it up a notch.

  She gathered a toy from under the blanket. The string of six silver anal beads made her smile. Many nights she’d experimented with these alone and on several occasions even worn them all day while she worked. It turned her on knowing she secretly enjoyed them in public. She held the largest of the beads in one hand and the smallest in the other. She liked the graduated sizes from small to very large.

  Looking at his back, she wondered if he’d let her share the experience with him. Would he like a set of anal beads up his ass? She rolled them down his back, coating them in the oil. When she slid the string between his crack, he flinched and she knew he wasn’t ready.

  He lifted onto his arms, turned on his side to face her and proclaimed almost apologetically, “I’m not into that, Emma Jean.”

  She held the oily beads in her hand and smiled. “I am.”

  Emma Jean lay back, planted her stilettos, spread her legs and lifted her bottom off the bed. She liked the way his nostrils flared and his eyes widened with desire the instant she inserted the smallest bead into her ass.

  “Oh,” she sighed, licked her lips then pressed the next bead in. David didn’t need to be asked. He moved on the bed until he sat between her legs. Without hesitating, he lifted her legs and hooked them over his shoulders, placing her pussy and anus in perfect view of his face. The sensual look in his eyes made her even wetter than the two beads in her ass.

  “Please, David, can I have another?” she begged softly.

  He pressed the third bead in and she moaned. Her pussy trembled and she shivered the moment his tongue made contact. One long lick nearly sent her over the edge. He suckled her clit as he inserted the fourth and she squealed in ecstasy. His tongue, his mouth and the occasional nip of his teeth had her on edge. But it wasn’t enough. She had plans for him and she refused to succumb to the ultimate pleasure, not yet.

  “David, oh God, David,” she panted breathlessly. “Please put me down.”

  He released her clit with a pop and tugged on the string causing the beads inside to shift. The orgasmic tremor rippled from her anus to her nipples then straight to her clit. A mini orgasm. Oh man, was he good at this. “But the last two aren’t in.”

  “They will be,” she replied on a husky breath as he lowered her and she shifted onto her knees. Her eyes widened at the sight of his cock sitting upright. A pearl of cum glistened on its tiny orifice. “Trust me, there’s more I want to share with you this morning than just my anal enjoyment.”

  Emma Jean captured his cock in her mouth and heard him groan. Up and down, she caressed his shaft, teasing it and tasting the saltiness of his flesh. Umm, she moaned as she released his cock. Before his eyes opened, she retrieved the vibrating cock ring from its hiding place and slid it on him. His fingers laced in her hair as she positioned it to fit just right at the base of his shaft with the strap wrapped snugly around his ball sac, keeping it securely in place. She smiled as she turned it on and his eyes widened.

  She did a quick flick of her tongue up the length of his cock then lapped the pre-cum from its tip. Emma Jean sheathed his cock with a condom in record time then flipped onto all fours and wiggled her bottom. She looked over her shoulder at him. “David, give me that big vibrating cock and give it to me good.”

  It vibrated from tip to base as he did as commanded. Emma Jean moaned with each deep insertion. David’s choice of inch-by-inch, slow, sexual torture thrilled her to the core. His thick cock filled her and the anal beads added to the sensation. She needed more. With each buck of her pelvis, she desired more. As if he sensed her needs, David pulled back, leaving the head of his cock inside. Right before he shoved in to the hilt, he inserted the next to the largest anal bead.

  Emma Jean shivered from head to toe. He fucked her hard and fast, then slow. His cock vibrated consistently with each and every thrust. She heard his strained groan and sensed his struggle to maintain control of his release. But she had to have one more. She tilted her chin and gasped.

  “Please, David, may I have another?”

  The last bead fit tight and she moaned loudly, “Yes, oh yes, fuck me.”

  At her command, he slid in and out at a steady, even tempo. Each inward sweep brushed her swollen nub with the vibrating clit stimulator that protruded from the cock ring at the perfect level to increase both their pleasure. Damn, this was phenomenal. She could barely catch a full breath when he intensified the erotic sensation by tugging one bead out at a time without missing a beat in fucking her pussy.

  He pounded in and out of her. Lowering to her elbows, she met him thrust for thrust enjoying every moment of the pleasurable torment of losing one bead for every deep insertion. Never had she experienced sex like this before. She’d experimented but mostly with vibrators and anal toys at the same time. The harder he fucked her and removed an anal bead, the more it cemented her desire to fuck two men at once.

  Her heart raced. She gasped for air and sweat coated her skin. Every ounce of her shivered from head to toe when he pulled the last bead free and the orgasm quaked her system. He gripped her ass and groaned as he pumped into her one, two, three last solid strokes before he followed her over the edge and into the world of erotic bliss.

  They fell together on their sides, still connected. His heated breath across her sweat-dampened skin sent chills scurrying down her arms. The sensation of his cock throbbing inside her made her smile. Sex with David was unbelievably fantastic. They lay silent, relishing the warmth of the afterglow, until David’s stomach rumbled and Emma Jean laughed.

  “Methinks me needs to feed you more than just pussy,” she jested, lifting onto her elbow and looking at him.

  He kissed her shoulder then stretched and brushed a tender kiss to her lips. “I could live off your pussy alone. But to keep up with a phenomenal woman such as you, my body needs to replenish its strength with food. What say you and I shower and dress then I’ll take you to the diner for breakfast before we have to go to work?”

  “As tempting as that sounds, I’ve got some things to do around here before I go into town. How about you shower first and I’ll make you breakfast?”

  “You sure?”

  “Did you forget?” Emma Jean proclaimed as she scooted out of the bed. She stood and turned to look at the wonderfully disheveled morning version of David. Though she’d just experienced one of the best sexual adventures of her life, looking at him with his hair a mess and look of pure satisfaction on his face, she could jump him again. But she didn’t. “Breakfast is my favorite meal. Let me treat you this morning.”

  Chapter Four

  There wasn’t enough soap in the world that would wash the intoxicating scent of Emma Jean from his skin. Not that he wanted it to. As he stood in the shower, he couldn’t believe he’d wasted the last few months. He could have been dating her and enjoying the b
est sex of his life. Instead, he’d let her straightforward nature intimidate him.

  “Damn,” he stated under his breath. What an idiot he’d been.

  Never had he experienced such a powerful orgasm as he had with her. Those anal beads gave his hypersensitive cock a phenomenal internal massage. Each time he tugged one out of her ass, it took every ounce of fortitude he had not to come. And the vibrating cock ring only added to their pleasure. It wasn’t just about him. When he took it off and examined it, he noted the protruding clit stimulator. No wonder she chose that one. David couldn’t help but smile as he washed his tired cock and balls. She’d worn him out, but he didn’t doubt for a second that given the opportunity, she could get him hard again.

  The moment David stepped out of the shower, the aroma of breakfast hit him full force and made his stomach roar. He dried off, wrapped the towel around his waist then walked to the kitchen. The sight of her standing at the stove flipping pancakes wearing nothing but an apron made his balls contract and his cock twitch.

  Yep, she could get him hard again in an instant.

  Gone were the corset, thigh-high stockings and stilettos. She stood barefoot in the kitchen on the cool tile floor. When she turned holding the spatula in her hand, the smile she gave him floated his desire to a whole new level. Emma Jean was gorgeous and a hell of a lot more woman than he deserved. He decided right then and there he’d do anything to keep her in his life.

  David closed the distance, took her in his arms and kissed her with every ounce of passion left in his body. “Umm,” he whispered against her lips as they separated, “you taste like bacon.”

  She lifted a piece from the plate and fed it to him. “A good cook always samples the food.”

  He intentionally licked her fingers before she moved them from his mouth. With her still in his arms, he smiled as he brushed her hair from her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. “You are the perfect woman.”