The Inheritance

by Mika Lane

  Could he actually fuck with that?

  He must have noticed my shock. “Yeah, I know, it’s big. Sometimes it’s a good thing, and sometimes it’s not.” He smiled. “But don’t worry. I know how to use it.”

  I must have turned bright red because I felt a fire wash over my face. I hated it when my tendency to blush gave away my emotions. Besides, I’d already been pretty intimate with this guy—I wasn’t sure why the hell I’d be embarrassed, but something about him was sweet and maybe even a little vulnerable. I really did want him to like me.

  “Well, it’s beautiful,” I purred, extending my tongue for a taste of his precum.

  “Mmmm,” he crooned, letting his eyes close. He held his heavy cock from its base, as if he were offering it to me. I stretched my mouth as wide as it would allow and engulfed as much of him as I could.

  “Oh, fuck,” he hollered, throwing his head back. “Goddamn, sweetie, that feels great.”

  I began to piston my mouth over him, my cheeks hollowing from the suction. He put his hands on my head, grabbing fistfuls of my hair, gently rocking his hips to meet my thrusts. I grabbed his muscular thighs for balance—I could no longer see clearly because my eyes were tearing. But I couldn’t stop my hunger.

  I opened my mouth as wide as I could and relaxed my throat to avoid gagging. I wanted to take him deeper, or at least as deep as I possibly could. His moans sent a jolt through my body, electrified with the knowledge that I could bring him so much pleasure. Every nerve ending of mine was firing overtime, leaving my clit hanging heavy between my legs.

  While I worked over Linc, I reached for my pussy and found I was soaked down to my inner thighs. Holy shit, what this guy did to me. His cock stiffened in my mouth, and just as I got ready to swallow his load, he pulled out.

  “I wanna come on your tits, darlin’. That okay?” he managed to say, hand on cock.

  I could only nod, that’s how fucking hot I was.

  “Give them to me,” he growled. “Give me those fucking tits.”

  I scooped my heavy breasts with my hands and presented them just in time to catch the white stream of his cum. He showered me in a flood of hot semen, his whole body trembling from the power of his orgasm. My gaze locked with his, and I ran a finger over my nipple to scoop up some of his cum. I popped it in my mouth to savor his taste.

  “Goddamn, you’re hot,” he said.

  He lifted me to standing and brought me to his desk. He pushed aside his laptop and some papers and lay me back. He’d grabbed a condom from somewhere, and then he stood, positioned at my soaked entrance.

  “Are you ready, sweetie?” he asked. He was already hard again. Amazing.

  “Yeah, Linc. Just go slow.”

  His gaze was locked with mine as he gently opened me to make way for his swollen head. The minute I felt him slide in, I gasped at his size. I knew he was huge and that it might be uncomfortable for a moment, but the way he took his time and watched for my reaction was so loving, I was just blown away.

  “Take a deep breath,” he whispered, his hungry gaze not wavering. He had one thumb circling my clit, and as he pushed inside me an inch further, the added pressure in my pussy drew me over the edge. My body convulsed, and I heard myself screaming as my head thrashed and my hips bucked to meet his drives. He watched me come with an expression of happy satisfaction. Before I knew it, he was all the way inside me, and it not only felt good, it felt great—so intense, so full. He leaned toward me, pressing his lips to mine when he released a growl so powerful, for a moment I wondered if he was okay.

  “So…fucking…good,” was all he could manage.

  Chapter 14

  Baldwin “Win”

  I knew.

  She didn’t know, of course. But I did.

  I’d be spending a lot of time with Garnet. I knew as soon as she started lying to me. Made no damn sense, I know.

  I normally hated liars. Actually, I always hated liars. Something about them just seemed so yellow-bellied, and yet…I was ready to let Garnet off the hook. I had no idea why she was bullshitting me the day she came over to scope out Cordy’s place, but I could tell from the look on her face, she wouldn’t have done it unless she absolutely had to. Something was up with her. I could almost smell fear.

  And fear will make you do crazy things. Like when I was about to be busted for pot. I ran, and when I was finally caught, I lied my ass off to get out of trouble. Didn’t work, though. Never does.

  So whatever was up with her had to be something big. I had to know what it was. And for some inexplicable reason, I wanted to try to help her. Sure, she was gorgeous with that wild hair and insane curves, but there was something in her eyes, which were so kind and sincere, that really got under my skin.

  That’s why I was heading into the city on my motorcycle, in spite of the crappy weather and gale force winds that shook my bike when I crossed the Golden Gate Bridge. I had to see her and know more about her, and nothing was going to stop me.

  I parked on the street and headed for my favorite San Francisco bar, Zeitgeist. I’d wanted to get there early so I could watch her come in, but when I pushed open the place’s big wooden door, who did I see but my beautiful Garnet, sitting there with a beer, chatting up the bartender.

  “Hey, gorgeous,” I said, grabbing the stool next to her. Her face immediately brightened, causing a twitchy feeling in my jeans.

  “Win!” She jumped up to give me a hug, and boy, did she smell nice. “It’s great to be in a bar other than the Drive By. I gotta get out more often.” She dropped her head back and laughed. She seemed much more sure of herself than the day I caught her snooping. Understandable, I suppose.

  “Well, the Drive By is a pretty cool old bar. There aren’t many of those left. My friend Brose enjoyed meeting you, too,” I said.

  “Yeah, he was really great.” She’d just finished her beer, so I waved the bartender over for another round. There was the tiniest amount of foam on her upper lip. I wanted to lick it away so bad, but I forced myself to behave. Instead, I used my thumb to wipe it off for her.

  “Oh, thank you. Geez, I’m a mess.”

  “Hardly,” I said. I leaned toward her to be heard over the bar’s racket. “I’m going to get right to the point here. I really enjoyed meeting you at Cordy’s, and then seeing you at the Drive By. I really want to get to know you better.”

  “Thank you, Win. I feel the same way.”

  I nodded. I still wanted to know why she lied to me about visiting Cordy’s house, but I figured it would eventually come out. I wondered how she’d feel when she knew Brose had every intention of taking her out, too.

  “This might sound a bit unorthodox, but Brose would like to take you out, too.”

  She looked surprised. Not hugely surprised. Just moderately. I took that as a good sign.

  “And are you good with that?” she asked.

  I took a swig of my beer and nodded. “Yup. We don’t get possessive. We usually like the same things in life, and that often extends to women.”

  Shit. Was this the part when she’d freak the hell out?

  Actually…no.

  “Okay. You can give him my number. He seems super cool.”

  Bingo.

  Not wanting to slow the cadence of the evening by making a big deal about the fact that Brose and I liked to share women, I moved on.

  “So what’s your story? How’d you end up at the Drive By?” I asked.

  She gave a big sigh. “I dropped out of college. Never a smart move, but even more stupid when you have piles of student loan debt like I do. At the rate I’m going, I’ll be paying on those loans ‘til I die.” She shook her head. “Anyway, they had a help wanted sign in the window, and I walked by.”

  “That sucks about the debt. They really do trap you with that student loan business, don’t they?”

  She nodded, then looked at me. “My real dream is to become a sommelier. Some day.”

  “Oh yeah? Why are you interested in that?” I as
ked.

  “Well, for one, I love wine and would like to learn more about it. And I think the way it can enhance or ruin a meal is fascinating. But it’s also a great career that pays well.”

  “So what’s holding you back?”

  She looked down at her beer, and I got another whiff of that sadness—or whatever it was—I’d gotten when we’d first met.

  She shrugged her shoulder. “The courses are expensive, and the tests are crazy grueling. I mean, at the end of the master course, you know everything there is to know about wine. Every last thing.”

  I spun her on the stool to face me and rested my hands on her knees. “You have to make it happen.” As an afterthought, I added, “I think you will.”

  And the funny thing was, I knew she would. Somehow, I knew.

  She smiled at my touch, and when I tipped forward to meet her lips, she tilted her head with closed eyes. That was all I needed as evidence she had a hunger inside her. She wanted a lot of things out of life, and while she might feel stuck, I was going to give her what I could—if she let me.

  My lips brushed hers, right there in the bar. I didn’t care who saw. She put her hands over mine and gripped my fingers, leaving my pulse roaring through my ears. She smelled so good—I wasn’t sure if it was perfume or just shampoo, but I was dying to bury my face in her neck and inhale until she filled every one of my senses.

  “Are you trying to seduce me?” she asked.

  “I was going to ask if you were trying to seduce me.” Sassy. I liked that. “But would you mind if I were?”

  She swallowed, and a pink flush ran over her cheeks. Clearly, I was on the right track. And damn if I didn’t want to tear right down that track, right toward shredding off her clothes and tasting her from head to toe. But I could be patient when I had to.

  Taking her hand, I threw some money on the bar and jumped off my seat.

  “C’mon.” I led her toward the back of the bar, past the restrooms and the small kitchen, right out the back door where there was a small seating area for the few people who knew about it. We cut through an opening in the bushes and entered an alley where a couple cars were parked and a bike was locked up. I pressed her back to against the brick building so hard and fast all she could do was whimper.

  Finally, I had the opportunity to bring my mouth to her throat, sucking and biting just enough to leave small marks. I slid lower and she clutched my hair while I brushed my lips along her cleavage, my hands wandering to her delicious tits. The alleyway was dim, out of the shine of the street lamps, but I could hear people walking past, talking and laughing, completely unaware of the tryst taking place just inches away.

  Fucking hot.

  I took fistfuls of her thick hair, and inhaling deeply, drank the scent mind-blowing scent of pretty girl. As I fingered her curls, I felt like silk was pouring through my hands. My lips found their way back to hers, now swollen from my roughness, and they parted lightly to allow my tongue to explore. Hers flicked back, tasting me and teasing me, until I thought I would shoot my load right there in the alley.

  I backed her up to ensure we were completely in the shadows, our feet crunching on the gravelly surface, surely giving us away if anyone cared to find us. Which they didn’t. And if they had, I would have sent them running so fast, they wouldn’t know what hit them.

  “How’re you doing, gorgeous?” I asked.

  “Mmmm,” she murmured. “Your kisses are amazing.”

  Now that was just the kind of thing I liked to hear.

  I reached for the button on her jeans, but before I opened them, I paused.

  “You good with this?” I asked.

  In the dim light, I could make out her nodding. “Yeah,” she breathed, her lips planting butterfly-soft kisses in the crook of my neck.

  I had her pants open and pushed below the cheeks of her ass in about a second flat, that was how bad I wanted to taste the rest of her. And I was sure in for a treat. I crouched ‘til I was eye level with the pretty V between her legs, and before I could even bury my face in there, I experienced her womanly scent. Fuck, that was all I needed.

  With her legs trapped together by the blue jeans circling the top of her thighs, her pussy was clamped shut. I wanted to get to the goods, but I was in no rush. When I moved my tongue to tickle the top of her slit, I found she was completely shaved. Goddamn. This woman was going to be mine if I had anything to say about it.

  My tongue flicked between her pretty pussy lips. I opened her just enough to let her hard little clit pop out into the night air. I was aching to dive in. But I didn’t. Licking one of my thumbs, I rubbed it over her clit. She gasped, and when I looked up, her head was lolled back against the brick, her eyes halfway closed. She pressed her hands back against the rough wall to keep her balance.

  “Damn, you smell good. And I know you’re gonna taste better,” I told her.

  Chapter 15

  Garnet

  God, the lumpy brick behind me was almost excruciating, but Win’s tongue—first on my lips and then on my pussy—countered the abrasive, unyielding wall that held me up. The contrast was delicious and searing, a combination of pleasure and pain that left me so dizzy with need, I was afraid I might start to cry.

  And shit, I barely knew this guy.

  But something about him felt safe. Secure. From the first moment he confronted me about snooping around Grandpa’s property, I’d had a feeling he was a man who knew his strength and made sure to protect the ones he loved. And of course, it didn’t hurt that he was one gorgeous outdoorsman, with his lined, tanned face and unkempt bedhead hair.

  And I loved that he checked in with me and didn’t assume he could take whatever liberties he wanted, even if I was nothing more than a puddle of mush under his hands. And at that very moment, his tongue was flicking in and out of the top of my pussy lips, tormenting my clit, which was engorged and hungry for more. My legs were trapped tightly together since my jeans had been pushed down only until just below my ass, which kept Win’s access to me very limited. But he managed to keep busy with the small bit of me he did have.

  I dragged my fingers through his mop of hair, kneading and pulling until he moaned, jerking his head back away from my gripping fists. His gaze met mine, and he yanked my jeans down my thighs, past my knees, and to my ankles. He helped me step out of one leg after pulling off my boots, leaving me able to open myself as much or little as I wanted.

  But of course, I wanted to give him everything.

  I propped my free foot on an upside down flowerpot and offered myself. If I didn’t know better, I could swear he was trying to smell me, which I thought was a little weird until I realized the effect it had on him. He took a deep inhale with his eyes closed and then with his thumbs, he gently pried my lips apart. The cool night air hit my open pussy, which was dripping my creamy juice onto the ground below. He hooked a finger through my moisture and brought it to his mouth. With his gaze locked on mine, he swallowed every last drop.

  “God, you taste great. Delicious, darlin’.”

  Thank god I had the wall behind me because otherwise I’d be lying prone, unable to do much besides breathe, and of course, let Win play with my tormented pussy. What more could a girl want?

  Shit. There were voices getting closer, and then I realized they were coming up the alley. But just before the people—I couldn’t be sure how many of them there were—saw us, they pulled open a door and piled inside, apparently oblivious to Win and me and the fun we were having.

  If that wasn’t enough to send me over the deep end, I was suddenly brazen like I’d never been before. I opened my legs even further to invite Win’s attentions and thrust my hips in his face. I’d never felt so slutty, and I loved it.

  “You like my taste, baby?” I asked as he buried his tongue in my slit for a long stroke from ass to my clit.

  “God, yeah. Fucking awesome,” he murmured, not breaking his stride.

  The sensation of his tongue running the length of me, from front to
back, made my legs tremble. He must have noticed, because he gripped my thighs with his huge hands and steadied me. And of course, to push me further open.

  “Darlin’, I want you to come for me. Come in my mouth.”

  I didn’t need much more encouragement than that. My hands flew up to my breasts where, through my blouse, I pinched and pulled my hard nipples. That, combined with the rough texture of the wall and silky feel of his tongue, brought me to my edge.

  My entire body began to shudder, and my breath came in gasps. Fortunately, Win had a good grip on me because otherwise there was no way I could remain upright while he continued tormenting me with his mouth. As I got closer, he focused solely on my clit, creating a tight suction that left my whole pussy throbbing.

  That was it.

  I screamed, right there in the alley, and came, right there in Win’s face. He lapped up my juices like it was the best thing he’d ever had, neither of us caring any longer who might see or hear us. He stood just in time to catch me as I went toppling, his mouth pressed against mine so I could taste what he just had.

  “So good, darlin’…so good,” he murmured in between licking and nibbling my bottom lip.

  When I was steady again, he bent to pull my jeans back up and help me zip and button them.

  “Wow,” I said. “That was amazing.”

  I had a feeling I would sleep well that night.

  “You wore me out,” I said, laughing.

  “Okay then, lady. Let me get you home.”

  * * *

  I was awakened by Matty. Again.

  “Yo, bitch. What’s up with the guys? Find a hubby yet?” He cackled wickedly.

  Sometimes he annoyed the living shit out of me.

  “You woke me up, Matty. Why do you do that?” I asked.