The Unicorn Box Set (Swinger Bisexual Menage Romance): All Four Episodes Value Priced! (The Unicorn: Swinging and Single Book 5)

by Mia Moore

  This is nice.

  He stirred, and arched his hips into her ass. She felt the pleasant stab of the velvet head of his now thickening shaft against the soft flesh of her ass cheek. Ahh… someone else is waking up. The hand she was holding to her chest began to softly wander, cupping her breast now. Lips burrowing into the hollow of her neck sent a shiver down her spine.

  Very nice…

  The hell with second thoughts, this was a moment to savor and enjoy. She rolled over to face him. She took his face in her hands and gazed upon the black, deep set, eyes. He remained silent, watching her eyes trace the contours of his sculpted cheeks, gaze at his chin and mouth and back up to his eyes. He smiled.

  She kissed him, a chaste buss on the lips that he returned. She eased into him once more and kissed him good morning again, this time more intently. Her hands now wandered over firm bulging pectoral muscles, around to his ropey back and then to the delightful hollow in the side of his ass. His hands stopped her, while his knee rose between her legs separating them.

  He shifted his body so that one of her legs scissored between his and rose above her. With a strong hand he held her on her side. Still straddling one of her legs, he pulled her ass up and rubbed his thick cock against the fleshy lips of her pussy, separating them and pushing into her opening. She was still wet and creamy from their lovemaking during the night and his now thickening cock slid into her up to the hilt. She bent her free leg to her chest giving him the deepest possible access. His cock entering her at this angle, sideways almost, filled her and stretched her—it was huge.

  Slowly he withdrew until the tip of his cock rested once more on her pussy lips. When he thrust it in again, she moaned. The force and fullness, almost a hurting sensation, was wonderful. The air, when he totally withdrew it, had made his cock cool, another sensation added. He was making her horny once more, even after fucking almost the entire night.

  She placed her finger on her clit and stroked it slowly as Buckley continued to fuck her with long sensuous strokes.

  “Yeah baby. I like to see you play with yourself while I fuck you.” His voice was a low growl spurring her on. She stroked her clit faster.

  Her breath was quickening, hips arching as much as this position would allow for deeper penetration.

  “Fuck me harder, harder Buckley! Pleeease!” She closed her eyes, clenching her muscles on his engorged shaft and rubbing her clit furiously. She was close and needed this.

  Inspired and urged, Buckley slammed into her with his thick shaft, swinging his hips to roll his cock inside her, reaching to her throat it seemed. So damn deep!

  “Yes, yes, just like that…Fuck… oh fuck! Oh!…I’m coming!” Erica’s eyes squeezed shut just as her cunt clenched down on Buckley’s cock. Her heart pounded in her chest as waves of lust and ecstasy coursed through her body to her very fingertips. She clenched the sheets, trying to hold on during this wild ride.

  “Oh Baby…Yes…Yes! Yeaaaaah!” Buckley cried straining into her, his cock spurting cum deep inside, again and again.

  His hips spasmed, jerking into her in short thrusts. He pushed one last time into her and held there. He arched over her, cradling the back of her head in his hand and leaned into her ear. “Woman, you’re wearing me out.” The smile in his words, an extra endearment. He held her to him, rocking together as he softened. Slipping out of her, he lay back onto the bed.

  Erica rolled over and climbed atop this mountain of male muscle, aware suddenly of how small she was compared to him. He had one hand folded under his head, his other placed on the valley between her breasts. She took his wrist, and stretching her fingers as much as she could there was at least an inch of space between them. He took her wrist, and encircled it with his pinky and thumb. His fingertips not only meeting, but overlaying each other.

  Leaning forward she kissed his lips softly. “I wear you out? I’m not going to be able to walk straight for a week.”

  Buckley bobbed his eyebrows. “Hurts so good, don’t it?”

  Erica rolled her eyes off to the side and nodded with a big, tightlipped smile, raising her shoulders to her ears.

  Then her stomach growled. Loud. She looked down at her waist, a tinge of pink on her neck.

  Like an echo, Buckley’s stomach rumbled. Her face shot up to his and they both laughed.

  “Bacon and eggs?” she asked.

  “You cook too! Oh man, I’m in heaven! I’ll jump in the shower, okay?”

  “Sure. Give me ten minutes.”

  They rolled out of the bed. She stood up and grabbed a silk robe that was hanging on the back of her door. She glanced at Buckley, stretching and yawning at the side of the bed, seeing him just stand naked for the first time. Oh yum.

  Something on the bed caught her eye. She looked down. Wow. A stain the size of a dinner plate outlined where they had been joined at the hip through the night. Going to have to change those sheets!

  She glanced up to see Buckley watching her. “You’re a fucking bull.”

  He smirked. “Got a problem with that?”

  “Nope.” She headed to the kitchen as Buckley headed to the shower.

  Chapter 21

  Buckley let himself into his apartment and hung his keys up on the rack by the door. He glanced at his watch, it wasn’t even 9:00 a.m. yet and Erica wouldn’t be back at her place till 6:00 or so. There was no way she was going to call in sick—she made that clear as she hustled him out. What was it she said? Her boss wouldn’t give a damn about their sex life? What the hell, he’d rest up and they’d go at it again tonight.

  Second go rounds are usually the best anyway. He smiled to himself… it’d sure be hard to top last night, but man, it’d be great to try. He’d bring the pizza and beer.

  His phone rang—glancing at it, he saw it was his partner Pennington.

  “Yeah, what’s up?”

  “What’s up?” Pennington laughed. “You make an off duty collar yesterday of some bullshit assault and called in sick for today?”

  “HmmMmmm. So?”

  “So? So? Word here is you’re making time with some porn star or something.”

  “She’s an engineer, man.”

  “Sure. An engineer. Laying railroad tracks, huh?”

  “No man, a chemical engineer. She works at oil refineries or something.”

  “Well, whatever. Look, Timmy, your perp mouthed off to anyone who could hear him that she’s some kind of nympho, dude. What you doing right now, fucking her as you’re talking to me?” His voice cracked. “Showing her the joys of a Big Black Cock?”

  “Jealousy will get you nowhere, white guy. Anyway, I’m at my place.” He smiled. “Just got in though.”

  “Oh reaaaallly. You spent the night with her?”

  “Yup.”

  “Sooo? What happened?”

  He looked at the phone. Shit. They always had given each other the dirty details. But this time… “Ahh… you know… we hooked up and it was all good.” He let the silence hang.

  “That’s it? It’s all around the station house that you spent the night with some nympho, and that’s all you’re going to say? ‘You hooked up?’ C’mon, Timmy!”

  “Yeah, yeah, I know. Look Joey, I don’t know about the shit that guy was saying when I locked him up, okay?”

  “Word is she’s hotter than Kim Kardashian, man.”

  “Oh—she is, bro. She sure is… But listen, man—she’s some hot shot engineer or something. You should see her place. We could fit my place and your crib in her living room.”

  “Oh, she’s loaded, huh? What—she got a Sugar Daddy or something?”

  “No… I don’t think so. She’s got a big time, big bucks job, man.”

  Pennington’s voice oozed out of the speaker. “So she’s gonna be your Sugar Momma then, huh?” He cackled. Motherfucker actually cackled.

  “Fuck you man.” Still, he couldn’t help but smile. Sugar Momma—shit, Erica’s got to be five years younger than him!

  “So what you d
oing now?” Pennington asked. We got a few days off, want to go out or something? It’s Friday, dude.” They were frequent wing men.

  “Nah. I’m going to chill. I’m heading back to Erica’s after 6:00. She’s working now, but I’m going over with pizza and beer later.”

  “Gonna get some more of that honey, huh?”

  “MmmHmmm.”

  “Well, bro, if she’s just half as a perv as that guy said, you might need some help y’know. I got your back, bro.”

  Motherfucker cackled again. Buckley snickered. “Go get your own, man. This one’s mine.”

  “See if she’s got any friends, dude!”

  “I’ll keep you posted.”

  “I’m going to want details man!”

  “Yeah… well… I don’t know.” Shit, she’s got a rep with his co-workers because of that punk Mike. Not that he minded sticking up for her, rep or no. “Look, I gotta go, man. Enjoy your weekend.” He clicked off the phone and looked at it. Maybe he should send her a text or something? Nah. Back off Buckley. Just ride it out..

  But he wanted to. What the hell was up with that?

  He flopped onto his couch and crossed his feet on the coffee table. He picked up the remote and tuned into ESPN. Some soccer game was on and he left it playing. Let her text him first, that was the smart call. And who gives a shit anyway—they were having fun, right? Nothing more, just… what did she call it? No Strings Attached sex? And that’s fine.

  Except she was damn interesting to talk to over bacon and eggs. She had shaken off that clown Mike’s pushing her around with no problem. She was more curious about his background and what police work was really like. She wasn’t all in awe and stuff… she was interested. She didn’t want to hear the war stories most women ask for; she asked how the hell he managed to adapt his sleep wake cycle doing shift work. No woman had ever… ever asked about stuff like that; nuts and bolts kind of stuff.

  Then hobbies. Hobbies? They had spent the night fucking each others’ brains out, and she got really interested when he told her that he did pencil drawings. Kind of … what did she say—‘serendipitous’—that she was into photography. Because of the way she moved around, all she needed was a laptop and her camera bag. And they were some wicked pictures she had hanging up in her place.

  That Mike guy… what was his problem? Slagging her like that; now it’s all over the station house. She was kind of embarrassed, sure; but she was also matter of fact about her sex life. And that was a turn on. None of that coy bullshit. On top of that, she never said one word about him being African American. He was just another guy to her. Not one word about the fact that he buys a lot less suntan lotion than she does. Any other white girl he took out, it always came up; but not a peep about ‘salt n peppa’.

  What the hell was it? She didn’t go overboard that he was a cop. She didn’t make any kind of deal that he was a black man. What was it? She just fucked him, and liked him for his own damn sake? That alone made her cooler than most.

  Cool? Who was he kidding? She’s porn star hot, smart as hell and she likes him. It was mind blowing sex, sure. So what if she goes out and gets what she wants when she wants it? Hell, if there was one thing being a cop showed him was how life could change on a dime. Some guy goes out to get a newspaper, and boom- a drunk driver kills him. Some other guy gets into an argument in a movie theater and gets shot to death. Yeah, life’s way too short, She’s just enjoying it to the fullest. Right?

  He wasn’t falling for her or anything. They were just having a good time. Yeah, she’s cool.

  He folded his hands behind his head and watched the soccer game. Not that he was just killing time or anything, he liked soccer. Really.

  Chapter 22

  Erica stepped out of the shower and dried off. When she dabbed her pussy with the towel, she flinched and couldn’t suppress a smile. She was so wonderfully bruised and swollen. The culprit who had caused it would be at her door in about forty minutes and would probably give her pussy a workout again. She could hardly wait.

  She hung the towel to dry and looked at herself in the full length mirror, straining forward to peer at the dark spot on her neck. The bugger, he’d given her a hickey! The last time someone had done that to her had been in high school. She stood straight and appraised the top of her thighs looking for other marks. Yes, there were a couple of small bruises near the shaven V of her crotch.

  Her gaze rose to her breasts and her hands rose to cup them. The girls were still holding up okay. She saw another bruise, the size of a dime on the inside of her cleavage and smirked. It was almost like he was tattooing her, leaving his mark. Thinking of Buckley’s body, all muscle, not an ounce of fat, she appraised her own assets. Okay, her tummy was just a bit rounded and her hips weren’t model thin, so what? Her legs were shapely with slim ankles and that was a plus. And her face was pretty even without make-up; high cheekbones, natural full lips, and lustrous, shoulder length brown hair. Sure, Buckley was an ebony Adonis but she was no slouch either, even with a nose that was not pert and tiny. Not quite a schnoz though.

  She turned and reached for her deodorant followed with a splash of perfume. In fifteen minutes the make-up was on and her hair dried and fluffed.

  When she returned to her bedroom, she slipped on G string underwear and her red lacy, matching bra. Now the big decision—should she wear a dress or just go casual in jeans? What would he be wearing? Probably jeans.

  The doorbell rang, interrupting her pondering. Shit! He was early! She grabbed her jeans and wiggled into them and a low cut red sweater before racing to the front door.

  She paused and took a breath before opening it. Calm down Erica. It’s just a pizza date, no big deal.

  She opened the door, and before she could say ‘hi’, he stepped in and with one arm lifted her off her feet. The ease with which he did it made her feel light, her toes were barely touching the floor. As he bent in to kiss her, she cupped his face in her hand and they wordlessly kissed. Deeply.

  He dropped the pizza onto the floor. Now his hands were running all over her body, from her ass, to her breasts while his tongue danced with hers. She felt his leg move and the door slammed shut behind him.

  He began to pull at the hem of her sweater, lifting it over her head. They broke the kiss only long enough for it to whizz by her face. Her fingers flew to his belt buckle, pulling the end of it through the loop and roughly tightening it to release the connection. His arms rubbed against hers as his hands undid the snap and zipper of her jeans and pushed them along with the string of her panties over her hips.

  They both wiggled out of their pants, kicking off their shoes. She grabbed his shirt and yanked it up and over his head, standing on her tippy toes. She looked down to his thickening member. Oh yeah.

  The only sound was their breathing, rapid and deep. He smiled at her, turning his head just a little. He reached out to her and grabbed her ass. With a dip and a flex he lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he held her, her arms encircled his neck.

  They gazed into each other’s eyes as he reached down with one hand guiding his stiff cock into her opening. Oh my fucking God… he was handling her so effortlessly! He watched her with a sly smile as he teased her opening with the head. She furrowed her brows and tried to push her hips down onto him. He gave a soft chortle, and guided himself into her. He relaxed his arm a bit and lowered her entirely over his shaft.

  She cried out as he entered her so suddenly, so fully and so god damned wonderfully deep! Both his hands now holding her ass, he raised and lowered her, so tantalizingly slowly, watching her face.

  “You like this don’t you baby?” he murmured.

  She kept her hands around his neck. “Yesss. About as much as you I thinnnnk.” She began to pull on his neck, lifting and dropping her hips onto him faster. “You like thiisss?”

  “Oh yeaaah.” Together they reached a rhythm, thrusting and sliding.

  “Show me!” she hissed.

  With a groan that w
as part growl he turned and stepped to the wall by the doorway pinning her back to it. With one hand holding a knee higher, his other hand supported her weight by her ass. He began to buck his hips faster, sliding almost fully out to plunge greedily up inside of her again and again. She wantonly splayed her hips out into each thrust, matching his lust stroke for stroke. She reached again for his face, locking her mouth to his, washing his tongue with her own. Their breath hissed through their noses, warming their cheeks, becoming faster.

  Oh Jesus. Right… there! She felt it deep in her belly. Oh fuck… right… there!

  She broke the kiss and pulled her face back to see Buckley’s eyes flash at her. He was beginning to teeter on the edge too.

  “Right there, Buckley! Right there!” she could barely get the words out; the tsunamin was beginning to break over her. She clawed and grasped at his back, leaving florid marks across his flesh. “There! There! Oh right there!”

  He ducked his head into her neck, hot spittle from his mouth wetting her as he sucked on her neck’s tendons. “Oh yeah, baby! Oh I like this shit!” His hips were pounding her into the wall, raising her up by inches with each impact, the top of his cock and his pubic hair like steel wool across her clit. Oh right there!

  With a grunt that became a drawn out howl into her neck he emptied himself into her. She felt the swelling and bursting of each spurt up inside her. His warm, hot seed coating and flooding her within.

  “There! Agghh!” she returned his howl with her own clamor and the wave of their pleasure fell on them and engulfed them in its own forever.

  They stayed silently connected for a few moments before he kissed her lips, taking her lower lip gently between his teeth, nibbling it.

  “That’s what I call a welcome.” He whispered. He was as out of breath as she was. Good!

  “Buckley, you’re welcome anytime when you greet me like that.” Her hands rose to run over his short hair, the soft tight curls a kiss of their own. Grasping him again by the back of the neck she pulled him in once more to kiss him. A long, deep kiss this time, their tongues stroking and salving.