Overlooked

by Lulu Pratt

  Ellen moves her hips just a little, grinding lightly against me as we kiss, our tongues colliding, our clothing rubbing together, the friction sending me insane with desire for her. It floods through me and makes me feel a bit dizzy.

  Then she slowly pulls away and the smile on her face is so naughty that I want to melt. “Well, don’t you have proof to recall?” She kisses me chastely.

  “That’s not fair.” I smile, still trying to catch my breath.

  “I’ll make it up to you later.” She murmurs in my ear, before standing up and sauntering to the door.

  I join her and she adjusts my shirt and tie for me, “Look…” She says, “I’m going to invite you and Cade to dinner tonight, to celebrate.” She looks at me honestly, “Do you want to come?”

  I consider it, the truce that has blossomed between Cade and me, the thought of being around Ellen, and I nod, “Sounds great.”

  “Good.” She smiles, looking relieved, “Around seven, okay?”

  “All right.” I lean in and kiss her, relishing the way she blushes, her eyes sparkling with what I am hoping against hope is desire.

  I leave the apartment feeling a lot better than when I arrived, and I have a feeling Ellen is feeling better too. Recalling the mail won’t be hard – seeing as I only just sent it.

  I head off to do just that, a hopeful feeling buzzing in my chest and making itself known. Things are finally looking up, and I don’t even care about losing the clients. They can go to hell for all I care.

  This is worth it and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  ELLEN CASSIDY

  When Adam leaves, I’m left feeling giddy. I sigh and rub my face, the tension crackling in the air. I don’t know what to think, or how to feel. All I know is that relief is coursing through me and leaving me breathless.

  It’s all going to work out. Adam will help us and I will get the money I need. Cade will get the inheritance that he deserves. I feel relieved, almost drunk on the sweet reality that everything is going to be okay, everything is going to be just fine. I smile and grab my phone, giving Cade a call.

  My anger has receded and I just want to celebrate, “Hello?”

  “Hi.” I answer with a smile, “Cade, do you want to come over tonight? I hear we three have reason to celebrate.”

  “Ellen.” He sounds relieved, “So Adam told you?” I can hear the happiness in his voice, the relief that is tangible, “Isn’t it fantastic?”

  “I know.” I’m beaming, “Come over and bring something bubbly.”

  He chuckles, “I will.”

  I check the time, glance around my apartment and get busy. I start with a good old fashioned clean of the place, really working hard and making sure everything sparkles. I even change the sheets and clean up the bathroom and bedroom, just to be sure everything looks great.

  A quick trip to the store garners the ingredients that I need for a dinner, plus candles and fresh flowers. I want tonight to be perfect, so I feel it is okay to splurge a little.

  I set up the flowers in vases and begin to cook. Dinner doesn’t take long to prepare and I put it in the oven on very low, to keep it warm and finish off the last little bit of cooking. There are ready-made desserts waiting in the fridge and I couldn’t be happier.

  I jump into the shower next, doing the whole nine yards, just like I had done for the first meeting. I use masks and scrubs, polishing and moisturizing my skin until it shines and glows. I style my hair, putting it up in a lovely, elegant up-do.

  I put on a little more makeup, keeping it tasteful, and slip into one of my best dresses. It’s more revealing than the ones I have been wearing lately, but I am in my own home and I’m in the mood to feel good about myself.

  A quick spray of perfume and my killer heels, and I feel great. I light the candles, closing the heavy drapes of my curtains and throwing a few extra scatter cushions on my couch. It looks good, polished and elegant and just right.

  I glance at the clock and take dinner out of the oven, feeling relieved that I’ve gotten it all ready. I set the places and grab out my best Champagne flutes. The lights glitter across the glass, the food smelling delicious. I check myself in the mirror and smile.

  Not bad, not bad. I feel ready, I feel good and I am bursting at the thought of everything finally going right, after all the fighting and the stress.

  Cade is the first to arrive, prompt and on time, flowers in hand. He grins when he sees all the vases of flowers already in the room, “Seems you beat me to it.” He sets down the flowers and kisses me until my knees feel weak.

  “The dining room is this way.” I smile and take him to the room. My apartment has never felt so fancy.

  When Adam arrives, he looks a little sheepish, “Cade, please tell me you didn’t buy all these flowers. You make me look bad.”

  He hands me a bunch of roses and my heart melts.

  “No, she beat me to it too.” Cade calls from the dining room. They seem to be on better terms and I am happy to put the new flowers in a vase and lead Adam to the dining room.

  Dinner goes even better than expected. We drink the bubbly that Cade has brought and talk over dinner. Things are relaxed between Adam and Cade and for that I am endlessly grateful. We laugh over sweet desserts and the conversations flows like wine.

  I can feel the bubbly going to my head a little, but I don’t really care. We’re having a good time and I’m still very much aware of what I’m doing. I feel a little freer, a little happier, but I’m keenly aware of being nice to both men, of keeping the peace and relishing in it.

  When we run out of wine, I stand to grab another one. I step out of the dining room and make my way to the living room, where I keep my wine rack. I bend over and start searching the shelves. Again, relief floods me. Everything is going well. I don’t need to worry and panic about things turning against me if Adam finds something out. I don’t need to worry about being unable to care for my mother and brother.

  It is all working out and it is all thanks to Adam and Cade setting aside their differences. I like to think that I helped that process along. I’m so lost in thought that I barely hear the knock on the door.

  When I look up, my heart catches. It’s Cade, and the look in his eyes is almost predatory, “Ellen, do you have a minute?” His voice is low and I nod, making my way to his side. He shuts the door quietly, his eyes intense and staring into mine.

  When Cade stares at me like this, I can’t help the waves of arousal that seem to flood me. They leave me breathless and I bite my lip, confusion thudding through me. I went from practically being a virgin, to wanting both Adam and Cade so badly that it hurt. I shiver, but there’s no guilt or shame. It feels naughty, but it feels right. I want this.

  He doesn’t have to say a word. His hushed voice and the arousal in his pants make it perfectly clear. My heart starts to race and the sweet edge to the evening turns into something else, something risky and passionate. My head spins.

  Cade seems to see right through my good girl exterior, the lies that I tell myself and the world around me. He seems to see it all. I can feel the tension rise between us again, lighting me up. It’s incredibly freeing to give into the sexual impulse that courses through me. It makes me shiver and when Cade undoes the buckle of his belt and unbuttons the neat dress pants that he always wears, I feel myself come undone.

  I can’t resist, and I find myself stepping closer. His hands find my hair and he pulls me in like he is about to kiss me. My lips are only inches away from his. I can feel his breath on my skin. I get lost in his eyes, so close to him. Then he smiles and the sight sends shivers down my skin.

  His hand is gentle, but firm, as he pulls my hair gently, pushing me down. Instead of feeling his lips on mine, my knees gently hit the carpet and I gaze up at him. Strong, confident, his hand tangled in my hair. He knows what he wants and he expects me to give it to him.

  I cannot help the thrill that moves through me, burning my skin as he s
hifts his underwear and pulls his cock out from its depths. He’s big and the thought sends heat to my pussy. He doesn’t say a word, just pulls me closer. I part my lips, accepting, and feel his cock pushing against my tongue. I moan.

  He tastes good, musky and masculine and perfect. I shiver as I realize what I’m doing with another man in the other room. I’m on my knees, sucking off Cade. One hand stays in my hair, but the other moves low, fondling my breasts through my dress. He squeezes and pinches and I moan, squirming as the heat builds in my skin, feeling overwhelming.

  I know that Adam is close. I feel a thrill. We’re all okay now, and I can’t help the giddy hope that he bursts in on us. I hope that this time, instead of leaving us, he joins in. The though thrills me and I find that I want it more than I realizes. I blush deeply.

  I never thought I’d feel this way. I never thought I would love it, addicted to the danger. Heat builds, warmth flooding my panties. I wriggle my hips as I hear footsteps approaching. I want to warn Cade, want to say something, anything, but instead I swirl my tongue and suck until Cade moans.

  When the door swings open, I find my heart catching in my chest. I try to pull away, but Cade’s hand tightens in my hair, keeping me in place. All I can do is lift my eyes to the door. As I feared, as I hoped, it’s Adam.

  I groan softly, my heart pounding. I expect his anger, I expect for things to go terribly wrong again. Instead, I see the shock on his face shift into something different, something seductive.

  “So you do care…”

  Adam looks down at me on my knees.

  “Mind if I share?” Adam’s voice is husky and low.

  “Go ahead.” Cade moves to his knees, forcing me onto my hands and knees. My dress is riding up and I find myself turning red as my panties are exposed to the air. Adam kneels behind me, his strong hands lifting my dress all the way up, pulling down my silky underwear and leaving me vulnerable. He undoes the zipper along the back of my dress and whispers into my ear, “Slip out of it.”

  I do as I’m told. I am still sucking Cade and relishing the way he moans beneath my tongue as I swirl it along his cock. I manage to shimmy out of my dress and Adam wastes no time undoing my bra.

  Before I can think, I feel Adam’s cock pressing against my entrance. I part my thighs a little more. When Adam thrusts into my wet pussy, I groan a low sound, as he pushes his cock deeply within me.

  I’m blushing and panting. Naked on my hands and knees, my breast are swaying with each thrust. I groan as I suck Cade off, parting my legs a little more for Adam to thrust deeper inside me. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would be doing this.

  But I can’t deny that I love it, that they both make me feel so very good. I can’t think straight. Cade is fondling my breasts and squeezing my nipples. Adam is thrusting within me, his hand moving to rub my clit. I’m seeing stars, groaning and gasping as they both move within me.

  I feel giddy and dizzy and perfect all at once. I feel like I never want this to end, never want to stop feeling this. Images flash behind my eyes, of this continuing, and I feel waves of pleasure build.

  It’s impossible to ignore, the heat overwhelming. When Cade finally climaxes, he grips my hair tighter and thrusts deeply, shuddering. I’m moaning and swallowing, my eyes falling shut as my own pleasure threatens to overtake me.

  It happens quickly. I climax hard, feeling both of their cocks inside me, feeling the freedom and pleasure of it all soar inside my chest. I’m moaning and squirming as Adam thrusts deeper within me, deeper and harder until he climaxes too with a passionate moan.

  They shudder and so do I, trying to snatch quick gasps of air between shuddering pleasure, between their hands on my body. Intimacy and pleasure floods me, and when they finally shift, pulling out, I can barely keep myself up.

  Luckily, I don’t have to. Adam wraps his arms around me and I sink backwards. Cade is there too, and we collapse in a heap, tired and flushed, pleasure thick in the air.

  I close my eyes, hearing their breathing beside me and warmth trembles deeply through me. I love this.

  I thought that I had found perfection before, but nothing compares to this.

  I let out a deep breath and sink further into the pleasure. Perfect.

  Everything’s just as it should be.

  Lip Service

  My new neighbor is an online sex advice vlogger — but she doesn’t know that I know

  Out of curiosity, I checked out her videos. Who wouldn’t?

  I didn’t count on being tempted by her sexy voice or her full lips.

  Too bad she’s off limits.

  Being a single dad isn’t easy, and I have rules — no relationships and no f*cking anyone my daughter knows.

  But when I become the subject of her posts, I can’t keep my hands off her any longer.

  I have to teach her everything she got wrong in her videos.

  *** A steamy STANDALONE contemporary romance with a smoking hot hero. No cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.***

  Knox

  The thing I like most about the Ford Thunderbird is the way a chick’s hips fit perfectly onto the curve of the hood. It’s my favorite car to bend a woman over on.

  This time it’s a blonde. She’s face down on the hood of my ’62 Thunderbird. Whatever her name is.

  Her denim skirt is scrunched up around her waist, and I step back to survey her naked ass in the streetlight.

  “Please,” she breathes.

  Without waiting any longer, I free my cock from my jeans, pull the condom out of my back pocket and slide it onto my shaft. I press the tip against her entrance and ram into her.

  If there’s one thing a classic car ride does, it’s make women horny. And I’m always happy to pick the best looking of them and bend them over my car.

  Tonight is no different.

  It’s my chance to play.

  I keep pounding into her, my cock getting harder and harder with each thrust. She screams, and goes limp onto the hood as an orgasm rips through her. My balls draw tight against me, and my load shoots out of me with such force I’m surprised the condom is strong enough to contain it.

  After a couple of breaths, I pull out of her and tie off the condom.

  The blonde doesn’t move.

  “Get off my hood. I need to go home.”

  She turns herself around, resting her bare cheeks on the hood and looks at me, her eyes wide.

  “Will you be here next week?” she asks.

  “Don’t know.” I shrug.

  Not if she’s going to be looking for me. I won’t do the same woman twice in a month. It’s my rule to make sure none of them get the idea of wanting a relationship. I don’t do relationships, it’s my biggest rule.

  I have to come to these classic car rides for my business. Without them, I’d make a fraction of what I make now. But I make time for a quick, hard fuck before I go home and have to be responsible.

  It’s the only thing I’ve ever allowed myself. The rest of my life is all about her.

  Avery

  One month later…

  “No honking. Boobs are not the horn on an old-fashioned car,” I say, wagging my finger at the webcam.

  “If you honk them, your woman will not make the noise you want to hear. You want to make her moan and whimper, not say ah-ooo-ga.”

  I yammer on another few minutes about how not to play with breasts, never demonstrating with mine or doing anything to sexualize myself. I’m teaching men how to please women, not titillate them.

  The idea is to help people improve their sex lives, at least that’s how it started. Now the goal is to make a living doing it. It’s taken years, but now I have just over two million YouTube subscribers. It finally earns me enough that I’ve been able to buy a house.

  Sure, I had to move out of Cincinnati to a small town to be able to afford one, but it’s all mine. I bought it all by myself, without any help from anyone.

  “Okay, guys, before I go, I want to
give you a tour of my new bedroom.”

  It’s not really my bedroom, it’s my spare room done up as ‘my bedroom’ to better connect with my viewers.

  “Here’s my bed. This is my desk where I get all my work done, under this nice, big window. Check out my view,” I say and point the webcam outside.

  I glance out the window. A man appears in the backyard beside mine. My house is the last on a dead-end street, and his is the only house beside mine, the other side and back of my property borders a park.

  I haven’t met my neighbor yet, and I pause to look at him. I guess he’s mid to late thirties with short dark hair and relatively tall. And cute. More than cute, from this distance. I wonder what he’s like up close.

  He’s wearing an unzipped gray hoodie with jeans. His jeans look like they’re hiding some sculpted leg muscles, and I’d like to know what the hoodie’s hiding.

  He glances up and his eyes zero in on my webcam. His lip snarls and he shakes his head before he turns and walks out of the view of my lens.

  It’s already late afternoon and I’m behind on my video. Normally I post one video a day. At least that’s the goal. I do a mix of sex tips, relationship tips, responding to viewers’ questions and product reviews. Product reviews is my real money maker, so I do at least two of those a week.

  Companies send me products, and I review them. Not so much review, more display them. Once the monthly viewer numbers of the video are in, they send me a fat check.

  Between planning, shooting and editing the videos plus writing a blog to go with them and all the social media promotion, I don’t seem to stop working. Ever.

  But I’ve been unpacking and trying to set up my house so I’m a little behind. I always keep a two-to three-week stockpile of videos, but the move has dwindled that down to one week.

  After another hour of editing, adding my trademark swirls and flourishes onto the screen, it’s time to switch tasks. I make a quick chicken caesar salad, and sit down at my computer to play on social media.

  It’s my favorite part of what I do. Sure there are some ugly trolls who have nothing nice to say, but most people are super fun to interact with. I’ve ‘met’ people from all over the country and world, and have improved thousands of people’s sex lives. I love what I do.