I sighed. “Go away, Will. I’m still not going out with you.”
He pressed his body against me. I could feel his stiff cock. “How about you just let me fuck you?”
“Don’t talk to her that way!” Chad shouted. “Leave her alone!” He was very protective of me.
Will rolled his eyes at his little brother as he walked around to stare at me. “Look at her. No guy could leave her alone. Crystal, you’re gorgeous.”
Although I liked when Will said things like that, I had no desire to have him near me. I reached up and kissed Chad on the lips. I had done that before when Will hit on me.
Chad used it to his advantage. He put his arms around me and kissed me back forcefully. I could never resist when he kissed me like that. I ran my hands up his back and went with it. When I heard the bedroom door close behind us, I knew Will had gone away annoyed.
Chad suddenly picked me up, cupping my butt in his hands. He pulled my legs around him as if I weighed nothing. At 110 pounds, I was less than half his size. I automatically put my arms around his neck, and we kept kissing. He walked over, dropped me on his bed, and then lay down on top of me.
“Get up, Chad!” I told him, only pretending to be annoyed between kisses.
He smirked. “Why?” He leaned down and kissed me deeply. “You stared at one of my friends all day. That really hurt. You should make it up to me.” Then he ground his stiff shaft against me a bit.
I held in a moan, and then shouted, “Stop!” with a laugh. I enjoyed when we played like that, even though I was afraid to sleep with him. I didn’t want to lose my best friend. Feeling his arousal turned me on, but I would never tell him that. “I’m not doing it with you, Chad.” Not like in my dreams, I thought to myself.
He opened my legs with his knee and started sliding his hips over me. I had to close my eyes and bite my lip. Feeling his erection made me wonder how big it was. It felt larger than any I had ever seen before.
“I know you like this,” he whispered. “I can see it in your eyes. Let me make love to you, baby. Please.”
I clenched my teeth, trying to fight my desire for him. “I can’t. Please stop.”
Suddenly, he got off me. “One day, you’re gonna want me real bad. You’ll see.” He leaned down and kissed my lips. “I love you so much, baby girl.” Then he left the room.
When Chad came back 10 minutes later, he sat down on his bed next to me. “Next time, you’re doing it for me,” he told me with a smirk.
I wanted to go further with Chad. I was so comfortable with him, and he turned me on so much. I could picture him with his hand around his dick, trying to ease his frustration. What an image! I wish that worked for me. I had such small fingers. I couldn’t reach in far enough to give myself a satisfying orgasm.
At that moment, I wished I had a boyfriend, so I wouldn’t be so frustrated. However, that probably wouldn’t help. I didn’t sleep with all the guys I dated. I leaned my head on Chad’s arm, wanting to be close to him and trying to hide how I truly felt.
He put his arm around me and held me to his chest. “I’m sorry. I won’t make you touch me.”
“I know,” I replied. “Can we talk about something else? Please?”
He hugged me. “Sure. What do you wanna do for your birthday?”
“Can we go out dancing?” He and I were both born in March. I looked out his window just above his bed and saw my room across the side yard. He used to watch me dance alone in my room for years before I taught him how to dance with me.
Chad smiled. “We can do that.”
He let me go, and I lay back on his bed again. I couldn’t get our kissing out of my mind. Chad and I had kissed many times over the years, but that time it was different—it was more passionate. I was still hot from it. I forced myself to think of something else before I jumped on Chad and ended our sexual frustration.
We were only months away from graduating college and having to go out into the real world. That was a bit scary, but we had each other, like always. I hoped the band worked out, because it would be amazing to keep spending time with Chad. I didn’t know what I would ever do without him.
The bed moved. Soon after, Chad was holding my hand, something he did often. I turned my head and saw him lying next to me. He looked like he was thinking, too. I closed my eyes again.
He really was my best friend in the world. We could tell each other anything. We did practically everything together. We told each other all our secrets and helped each other through bad break-ups. We trusted each other completely.
Chad suddenly squeezed my hand. “Baby, you OK? You’re so quiet.”
“Just thinking.” I was glad I had so many wonderful memories of him and me together.
The bed moved again. I looked at Chad. He had turned his body toward me. “Please tell me you’re not thinking about Giovanni.”
“I wasn’t.” I turned to him and looked into his eyes. “I was thinking about you.” Then I touched his face, but I wasn’t sure why.
He smiled and put his hand over mine. “My life would be empty without you in it. You mean more to me than you know.” He kissed my lips softly. “I wish you loved me back.”
“I know.” I sighed. “Sometimes, I wish I did, too. But if we started dating, and then broke up…” I took a deep breath because tears were threatening. “I’d miss you.”
He pulled me close to him. “I wouldn’t let that happen. I’d do anything to keep you in my life. I’d treat you so good you’d never leave me. There’s nothing in the world that could make me stop loving you. Nothing.” He held me for a while longer. Then we both sat up.
I looked up at him and asked, “What do you love about me?”
He caressed my cheek. “I love how your cheeks turn a little pink in the sun when we go to the beach. You know I love your blue eyes. They’re like sapphires. I’ve never met anyone else with eyes that exact color.” He ran a hand through my hair. “And the red highlights in this gorgeous brown hair make you even more beautiful.”
He kissed my lips. “Your lips are perfect, too. They’re so full, and they taste so good.” He closed his eyes briefly. Then he gazed down at me again.
We both smiled. I never heard him talk that way before. I could feel his love in every word.
Before saying a word, he used a finger to pull my blouse down more and got a real eyeful of my breasts. “You know I love your boobs, but that’s another story.” He leaned his head down and kissed as much of my breasts as he could.
I liked it, but I didn’t have the answer I was hoping for. “You only love me for my looks, huh?”
“No, baby,” he said as he lifted his head. “I love the way you walk, and the way you talk. I love the face you make at me when I say I want you.” He picked up my hand. “I love how you’ll try anything once and aren’t afraid to do things most girls shy away from. I love teaching you things and watching you play sports. And I really love how tiny you are. I love everything about you, baby. I swear it’s not just your body. Although—that is calling to me right now.”
I sighed. He usually had to add a sexual comment to something nice. “Thanks, Chad.” I squeezed him a bit.
Then we heard his mother, Valerie, yell, “Chad Patrick McLoughlin, get in the garage and clean up that mess!”
Chad looked at me and smiled. “She used my whole name. I better get down there before she accidentally breaks something.” He stood up, and then pulled me up by my hands. “Do you wanna go see a movie tonight?”
“Sure.” Our tastes in movies were pretty similar. “Hey, Chad. Do you think we’ll still be friends when we’re our parents’ age?”
He pulled me to him, so that my head rested on his chest. “Baby, I think we’ll be friends forever.”
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Triple Threat eXXXhanced 3 Pack!
Sneak Peek: Insatiable Appetites
by Bella Jeanisse
Chapter One
When Angela and Jennifer arrived at The Pier, it was
loud and very crowded, like most clubs are. Jennifer had never been there before, but she’d heard a lot about it from the younger crowd at work. She was 35 and had stopped going to those sorts of places because the men were too young and immature. She was looking for a man, not a boy.
Angela, on the other hand, was practically a cougar. Most of the men she dated were between 25 and 30. She said they kept her young, and they had sexual stamina most men her age did not. Jennifer thought it helped Angela forget that 40 was just around the corner for her.
The girls found their way to a corner where there were tables, and the music was not as loud. They ordered drinks and watched the dancers. Angela shamelessly eyed a young man on the dance floor.
“So,” Angela began as she sipped her margarita. “What are we celebrating?”
Jennifer smiled widely. “Guess what came today?”
“You’re kidding?” Angela put her drink down and gave her friend her full attention. “He finally stopped fighting you?”
Jennifer smiled. “Yep. I threatened to tell his new girlfriend about his problem with getting it up sometimes.”
Angela had just taken a sip of her drink. Some flew out of her mouth as she laughed loudly. “You’re fucking kidding me!” She covered her mouth and laughed again. “Like the time when you tried a threesome?”
“Yeah, he was so intimidated by the size of the other guy’s dick he didn’t take his underwear off.”
“At least you had a good time that night.” Angela tried to stop giggling. “It was the least Darren could do.”
Jennifer smiled as she recalled how his co-worker’s cock felt inside of her while he bent her over the bed. “He walked out of the room, humiliated by how fast I came. He could never give me that much pleasure.”
“I don’t know what you saw in him. I can’t stand a guy with only six inches.” Angela was definitely a size queen.
“Well, he was pretty good in bed, most of the time. It doesn’t matter anymore. I’m going to find someone who isn’t scared of kinky.”
“You go, girl.” Angela scanned the crowd hoping to find a man for Jennifer to bring home. She knew that was not how she normally operated, but she needed a good fuck. “How about I talk to a few of these handsome men and set you up with one?”
“I don’t know.” Jennifer thought of the man Angela told her had moved in across the street. Her description of him sounded perfect. “I was hoping to meet our new neighbor.”
Angela grabbed her hand. “Oh yeah, he’s right up your alley, Jen: cute ass, nice biceps, soft-spoken. Hmm, wait—maybe you can’t handle him. If only he was younger, I’d…”
Jennifer rolled her eyes. “What is he, 36?” Then she realized what her friend said. “Biceps, huh? I never dated someone who worked out before.” The house across from her had been empty for a long time until the week before. She had tried every day to see the new owner. “So, is he a blonde?”
“You haven’t seen him?” Angela squealed. “He’s got this wavy, sandy blonde hair almost to his shoulders. I saw him from my bedroom window this morning. Then I watched him early this afternoon haul boxes out of that truck in his driveway. I’d love to have a hold of that hair as he fucked me like crazy. Didn’t you see him?”
Jennifer thought about the truck that she saw several times that day. “I saw the truck, but no guy.” She had seen at least two people inside the house when she got the mail, but they were in shadow. She had changed her mind, thinking her neighbor was untouchable. “He might be married, you know. Forget about him. I wanna have fun tonight. How about I do things your style and pick up a nice young one?”
Angela laughed. “You take dating too seriously to go for a young guy.” She sipped her drink again and then scanned the men standing around. “You need to loosen up and just have fun. How about a one-night stand? That one is perfect for it.” She leered at the man’s tight pants, which showed off his nice ass and an impressive bulge in front. “Bet he’d be great in bed.”
She was right. Jennifer started thinking about marriage after two dates. Because of that, it had been six months since she had sex. None of her relationships since she left her ex lasted long enough. As she slowly finished her rum and coke, the idea of a fling sounded better, but a one-night stand? She was not sure she could pull that one off.
When both of them had finished a second drink, Angela took Jennifer by the hand and pulled her to the dance floor. They danced with each other for a few minutes, while Angela flirted with a boy who was barely 20. Looks of lust passed between them for a while.
Jennifer rolled her eyes, knowing how that night would be ending for the two of them. She wished she had just once felt that much sexual attraction to a man. Never had she wanted to hop in bed with someone she just met. It usually took her a lot of getting to know each other before she had that feeling within.
“You girls want some company?” his friend loudly asked them as the young one put an arm around Angela’s waist.
Angela smiled and giggled while accepting the younger one’s offered hand. They moved away a few feet and molded their bodies together as they moved to the fast music. Within seconds, their lips locked and hands traveled all over each other.
Jennifer looked up at his friend and shouted over the music, “Um, would you like to dance too?”
He gave her a wide smile, revealing dimples. “I’m not very good, but I try hard.” He winked and put a hand on her back. Then he led her to the other side of the dance floor. “I’m Glen.” He spun her around before pulling her back to him and held her close.
“Jennifer.”
She was not impressed. He was cute, but not her type. He looked too neat and put-together. He was the type she used to go for, just younger. She was hoping to find someone a little laid-back or spontaneous.
“So, do you live alone?” He was grinding his hips into hers. She could feel he was only average in the pants, something from which she also wanted to upgrade.
Jennifer did not even look up. “No,” she lied. “I have a male roommate.”
“Oh. I got a roommate too.” He put a hand on her ass and lifted her skirt a bit. “Maybe we could get a hotel room.”
She pried his hand off her ass. “I don’t think so.”
“Sorry. Too forward?”
“Yes.”
They danced for a while longer, Glen coming on strong a few more times. She liked a confident man, but he was trying too hard, and it came off as cocky. She tried to think of a good reason to walk away, but none came to mind for a while.
“My feet are getting tired,” Jennifer said in his ear just before he leaned down to kiss her. She had to do something. “I’m gonna go sit down.”
Glen smiled. “OK. I’ll buy you a drink.”
“No, that’s OK.” She tugged her body from his. “I wanna be alone.” She felt bad lying, but had to. As she walked towards the tables, she turned to make sure he was not following, but he was.
“Hey, it’s just one drink, Jennifer,” Glen called after her. “I’m not gonna fuck you on the dance floor.” He liked her already and did not want to let her get away. As soon as he caught up with her, he grabbed her arm. “Just one, I promise.”
She tried to pull away, but he had a good grip. “Let me go,” she growled.
“Yeah, let the lady go.” Jennifer turned to see a tall, handsome, blonde-haired man behind her with his muscular arms folded over his chest. “She’s here with me.”
Glen backed away quickly. “Guess you’re the roommate, sorry.”
Jennifer just stood there, until he disappeared into the crowd.
“You OK?”
She turned again, meeting his ice-blue eyes. “Uh, yeah. I’m fine. Thanks.” She smiled as his blonde hair moved when he reached out his hand.
“I’m Matthew.” He was surprised when she clasped his hand firmly. Then he grinned, because he liked a strong woman. “Glad to play the hero today.” He sat back down at the table next to them and lifted his drink. “Would you
let me buy you a drink, just to settle your nerves?”
Jennifer laughed. “Sure. That guy was not my type.”
“So what is your type?” His eyebrows went up, hoping she would answer. “Or is that too much to ask on a first date?” He laughed and smiled again.
“First date, huh?”
“Well, I saved you from an ass, so you owe me a date.”
“True, I do owe you. And a date is harmless, isn’t it?”
“Sometimes.” He winked, surprising himself with his own behavior. He was normally shy and reserved. She seemed to make him comfortable, and she really turned him on.
She took in his jeans and button-down flannel shirt along with the boots. He did not remotely fit in at this club. “What brings you here? You don’t really blend with all this.”
Matthew gestured to the seat next to him. “Please sit, and I’ll tell you.” Then he added, “This is my first time at a club in like 10 years. I hate these places; they’re so noisy.”
Jennifer sat and looked at him. She noticed that he wore no wedding ring. She also discovered his eyes were not just blue. They had flecks of grey as well. She looked at him again. He had nice biceps and she wondered what the rest of him looked like. It’s been way too long. She thought as she felt her pussy moistening. Matthew’s voice startled her out of her admiration of him.
“My sister, Sami, brought me here. She said I had to get out and meet people, because I’m new in town.” He smiled. “I was gonna go home until I saw you.” He shifted in his seat a bit; his cock, half-hard, was making sitting uncomfortable.
Jennifer blushed but quickly recovered, “Then you came to my rescue.”
“Yes. That must be the only reason I was here, to save you from that poor excuse for a man.” He laughed. “I noticed you right away. I saw him trying like hell to get your attention and you dismissing every move.”
He laughed a little louder. He was hoping it was hiding his own strong desire for her. If it did not, he moved his hand to cover the hard-on trying to rip his jeans open. She was hot in a subtle kind of way. She looked to be close to his age, had beautiful long, flowing auburn hair and emerald green eyes to go with it. Her tight outfit covered just enough, yet showed off all of her curves. He could not stand skinny girls.
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