A Wicked Swingers Weekend Box Set: All Three Episodes! (First Time Bisexual Swinger Contemporary Romance ): All Three Episodes Value Priced

by Mia Moore

  I smiled, felt light headed even, recalling the way Gus’s arm muscles had rippled, hard and smooth restraining the drunk. That deserved a dinner at the very least. A thrill shot between my legs at the thought of how I’d really like to repay him. There was no way I’d drive him back to Maggie’s place. I squeezed my legs together, increasing the pleasure, picturing him naked on my bed.

  “You just about done?” His voice was soft and low, coming from behind me.

  A hand on my shoulder, the gentle squeeze, made my knees weak.

  “Just need to sign it and then we can go.” I finished and turned to look up at him standing behind me. “How about I treat us to dinner?” I grinned and couldn’t resist, “What do I call you? Sergeant? Officer? Agent Miller ?” My voice trailed off as he held my gaze.

  “Call me handsome. Call me darlin’, just don’t call me late for dinner.” He pinched my cheek and smiled down at me. His hand softened, still resting on my face and he gazed at my lips, bending over, coming closer…

  My lips parted and I breathed into him when he kissed me. Oh God. Eyes closed inhaling the scent of him, that guy sweat under the deodorant. The gentle touch of his lips sent warm shivers racing through my body, to settle in the moistness between my legs.

  He broke off the kiss and eased back a bit, our gazes locked. There were flecks of green in the blue of his eyes and a dimple in his chin that I hadn’t noticed before. Call him handsome? That would be an understatement.

  He smiled brightly, breaking the spell of the moment. “So what’ll it be Sophie? Steak, surf and turf? Just what is my help this afternoon, worth to you?”

  I stood up and took his hand leading him out of the office. “I was thinking pizza.” I turned and gave him my most naughty smile. “We’ll have it delivered and eat it in bed.”

  His eyes widened and he gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “Now that’s an offer I can’t refuse.”

  ***

  Twenty minutes later, I opened the door to my apartment and scanned the living room quickly. No, it was nice and tidy, no panties or socks lying around.

  He stepped in behind me, closed the door and immediately I was in his arms. Our lips pressed hard, his tongue exploring my mouth, mine dancing with his, breath fast and hot hissing through our nostrils. His hands were on the buttons of my shirt, fingers flying to undo them, while my hands tugged at the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up to his chest. Oh God, my pussy ached wanting him so much. It had been waaaay too long since I’d been with a man, and never a man like this.

  We only broke the kiss when he helped me with the shirt, sliding it over his head and tossing it on the floor. The skin on his back was like satin, covering muscles that were steel cables. I reached for the waist band of his jeans but his hands pushed mine back, tearing the shirt from my arms.

  Oh yes! My hands once more went to the snap and zipper, tugging it open, pushing the rough fabric down. My bra hung loosely from my shoulders, unclasped by his frantic fingers. His hands were on my breasts, rolling them, squeezing, teasing the nipples and sending fresh thrills of pleasure straight to my clit.

  His hands left my breasts, pulled at the button of my shorts so hard, it pinged onto the floor.

  “Ohhh…” My hand closed around the thick hard shaft, tugged it upward, completely freeing it from the jeans. It was long, the bulbous head of it slippery under my fingers. “Oh God,” I murmured against the skin of his neck. I wanted that inside me, pushing deep.

  When my shorts, (panties scrunched inside them), dropped to my ankles I stepped out of them, and slid my sneakers off. He pushed me with his body until my back was against the door, hands still clutching and massaging his turgid shaft. My leg was scooped up till my calf rested at his waist, his cock pressing into my pussy lips, spreading them apart to my opening.

  Oh God, I needed it, now! My pelvis tilted up, muscles straining to get it inside, my hands cupping the hard, clenched muscles of his ass.

  “Uhhhh….” He thrust deep and hard, lifting and pressing me into the door.

  His hand went under my ass, fingers spread digging into my flesh, while his other hand lifted my leg that had been supporting me.

  Oh yes! With legs scissored around his waist, his cock pulling out and then pummeling my cunt once more, it was deeper than any man had ever reached, bruising my cervix in a delicious pain. I’d never been fucked like this, our hands clutching each other, pressed into the door, rutting like animals lost in lust.

  He was strong. My arms were around his neck, holding some of my weight on his broad shoulders. Each thrust shot fresh quivers of pleasure throughout my body, passing from my clit and spreading out to my fingertips.

  “Fuck, you’re tight! You feel good.” His words rumbled on my skin, and into my ear, his groin rocking back and forth against my clit, burying his cock to new depths. There was only his cock filling my cunt, each thrust hard, becoming faster and faster till his cock was like a jackhammer. My nails dug into his back as the first wave of lust claimed me…Legs quivering, clutching him tight…

  “I need you…don’t stop…” My passion spilled forth from my lips, teeth pressed against his neck, crying my need. He strained up, pushing his shaft, pulsing his orgasm deep inside. The hot fullness of his release caused another orgasm to quiver through me. We grasped and clutched each other’s body, straining deeper, lost in pleasure.

  For a few minutes we stayed that way, hearts pounding fast and furious, panting until our breathing evened out. A trickle of sweat left his forehead and trailed down his face, onto my neck. His mouth sought mine and we kissed, long and sweet, returning to reality, the room, and the sounds of traffic outside.

  I’d never had a man treat me like this—holding me up against the wall like I was light as a feather in his arms. He was only a few inches taller than me, despite the fact that he was probably sixty or seventy pounds heavier.

  I eased my leg away until my foot was once more on the floor. Still, my other leg cupped his ass, reluctant to leave the moment. But the passion had been spent, at least for now anyway. I felt his limp cock slide out of the slipperiness, the wet remnant of lust.

  “Sophie. That was wonderful.” He breathed the words against my lips.

  “Yes. But your back must be breaking, holding me like this.” I slid my leg down against his hip, and over the bunched jeans resting high on his thigh.

  He kissed my lips, my chin and burrowed into the hollow of my neck with his mouth, muttering, “I could hold you forever, baby. You smell so good.”

  The aroma of our lovemaking, mixed with sweat wafted into my nostrils. It was like a forest, lush and pungent. My head fell to the side, giving my throat and neck over to his caresses. I could have stayed that way for quite a bit longer if the hunger pain growling in his stomach hadn’t sounded.

  “I promised you pizza.” I smiled and held his head, lifted his face to kiss his lips.

  “Pizza, for sure but I’M buying. After this, I feel I owe you.” He tugged at his jeans pulling them over his manhood, but he returned my smile.

  “If I let you buy after that comment, what would it make me? Your whore? I’m not sure I like the sound of that.” I stepped away and reached for my shorts to get my cell phone. I flashed a grin at him. “A pizza would be waaay too cheap.”

  He chuckled and bent next to me to retrieve his shirt. “You’re right. What just happened…well, I couldn’t put a price on it.” His finger stroked my cheek and his eyes bored into mine. “You’re beautiful Sophie.”

  My neck became hot and I covered his finger with my hand, looking down at my cell phone. I’d always considered myself not bad looking, but beautiful? The way he’d said it was totally sincere. When I glanced up into his face, he was still watching me, his eyes kind of dreamy.

  “You’re not hard to look at either…Mr. FBI.”

  His face changed, now looking perplexed and kind of sheepish. He looked at the floor and scratched the back of his head. “About that. You can’t tell anyone. Not Magg
ie or anyone. We’ve been setting this up for months and this is the last part—the undercover part.”

  I raised my head, back ramrod stiff while the muscle in my neck became tighter and tighter. My mouth opened to set him straight, but before anything came out, I closed it again. After all, how well did he know me? To him I must be very low on the enforcement scale, not even registering. I forced a smile and touched his arm. “Don’t worry. Even though Maggie’s my best friend, your secret’s safe.”

  Maggie. And the way that she and Phil had been acting today? My lips pulled to the side, brow furrowed looking into his eyes. He was FBI so obviously Maggie and Phil weren’t on drugs. “It was really strange today at Maggie’s. I’ve never seen her and Phil act so…so…I don’t know…so flirty with each other. And Phil! My God, he had an erection when he handed me the wine! How much had they been drinking?”

  I watched him closely. I was fishing and he probably would catch on to that, him being FBI and all, but he MUST have seen them in the house, caught them fucking like rabbits.

  For just a glimmer of a second his eyes flickered to the left. Aha! I was right. He took a deep breath and smiled. “Yes. Maybe a little intoxicated. It’s been a while since I’ve seen them. Obviously the spark in their marriage is burning bright.”

  He grinned and continued, “What about that pizza? I’m starved.”

  I scowled and hit the button on my phone, programmed for my favorite pizza joint. “Spark? It was more like an inferno of lust. Why do I have the feeling that there’s more you’re not telling me?” I shot him a look and placed the order.

  From the way his eyebrows shot up before he turned away, there was a lot more going on here. If he wouldn’t say, maybe I’d have to ask Maggie.

  Chapter 13: Gus

  I turned away, unable to face the suspicion in her eyes. Sophie was not only beautiful, she was smart. My chin dropped to my chest, listening to her on the phone. This was not the right way to start a relationship…

  A relationship? I gasped. A smile spread on my lips and my heart skipped a beat. Yes. There was a quality about her that I’d never experienced in other women—an innocence and sensuality, vulnerability threaded through the confident, beautiful woman. I’d never felt that kind of passion with anyone else. We were hardly in the door before we were tearing each other’s clothes off.

  No, the smirking, smartass bad boy was more my style. Women usually ate that up with a spoon. But earlier, it was honest lust. We both needed it.

  Oh God, who was I to think of honesty in the same breath as Sophie? But I couldn’t tell her about Phil and Maggie and my part in it. If she knew my background, the threesomes and more-somes, she might throw me out. My stomach fell to the floor at the thought of never seeing her.

  Her arms went around me and she whispered in my ear. “The pizza won’t be here for forty minutes. How about we take a shower? Together?”

  I turned and kissed her again, my tongue softly insistent against hers. Her mouth was sweet, lips full and lush like cherries. That was all it took for my cock to once more thicken and rub into the downy softness of her mons.

  She broke the kiss and smiled, that devilish smirk that made me want to devour it with my mouth. Her fingertips held my hand lightly, leading the way to the bathroom. Thank God the bath tub was over-sized. She turned the water on and bent over to test the temperature.

  The cheeks of her ass were perfectly rounded, high and firm alabaster globes. They were luscious and I couldn’t stop my hand from lightly skimming the surface, feeling the softness of her skin. Once more, she turned to face me, the smile of a seductress, full of endless promise. Her grey eyes were hooded looking into mine, her hand reaching once more for my shaft.

  “Mmm…hard again. I’ll have to take care of that.” Her fingers drifted along the length of it, from the base to the head and left me hanging when she stepped into the tub.

  The warm water cascaded onto her head, hair wet and clinging to her high cheekbones and the hollows under them. She blinked water from her eyes and smiled reaching her hand to the soap dispenser, filling the palms of her hands with the creamy, white liquid. That smile, so inviting yet taunting…hands now rolling over her body and down between her legs. I watched her hands skim by the thin strip of blonde pubic hair, fingers sliding into her woman folds. The slow, sensuous movements, her lips parted, panting a soft breath of air was one of the most erotic sights I’d ever seen.

  Who was this girl-woman, so innocent yet provocative?

  I stepped in and reached behind her to grasp the hand held shower head. I placed it over her mons, watching the suds drip from her pelvis before lowering it farther and placing it against her pussy. Her head eased to the side, lips open and eyes closed as I caressed her with the warm jet of water.

  The fingers of my other hand pressed into her pussy lips, opening them.

  “Oh God…” She raised her leg and placed her foot on the side of the tub, arching her pelvis towards me.

  It was an invitation I couldn’t refuse. I dropped to my knees before this wet goddess, my mouth replacing the head of the shower. A smell of vanilla, the soap scent, mixed with her feminine musk and filled my nostrils, with a heady, intoxicating aroma. The bud of her clit, nestled in satin folds of burgundy tissue was firm against my tongue.

  “Don’t stop. Yes, right there.” Her moans filled my ears and her fingers streaked through my hair, becoming a fist holding my head harder onto her.

  My fingers opened, dropping the shower head, and I reached for her ass, dug my fingers into the crevice between her cheeks. The rim of her anus tightened when my finger toyed there.

  A thrill of lust filled my cock as I pictured claiming that spot. I pulled at her, pressing just the ball of my finger into her.

  “Oh!” She cried and squirmed to the side, away from me.

  It only served to increase my desire for her, but I let it go, my finger now seeking her opening, sliding into her cunt. There’d come a time when she’d want me to fuck her ass, but not yet.

  My fingers pumped into her hot flesh, spreading her, feeling the wetness inside…wetness from our lust earlier but also her fresh desire. The sounds from her throat were soft, pleading mewls for more.

  My tongue flicked over the tip of her clit, teasing it in the soft contact. She groaned and pulled me harder into her pussy, and ground her clit against my mouth.

  “Harder, don’t stop.” Her voice was urgent, matching the small thrusts of her pelvis.

  Oh God, I could have licked and adored her pussy for hours, it was so hot and beautiful. Her hand clenched and unclenched on my head, pulling my hair, lost in her orgasm. My tongue whirred hard across her bud of pleasure, my fingers pumping in and out of her, curling to find the G spot. Waves of slippery wetness found my fingers with each peak of her lust.

  Both of her hands on my head pushed me back and I looked up at her face. Her eyes were mere slits, lips loose, panting from the intensity of the orgasm. The abject pleasure on her face caused my dick to ooze a trickle of pre-cum, a jolt of pleasure flooding into it anew.

  I kissed her mons and rose to my feet, my arms circling her body as she relaxed into me. We held each other silently, the water from the shower head pulsing on our feet.

  She planted small kisses on my neck, trailing her lips to my ear where she breathed her next words. “Gus. Where’d you learn to do that so well? I may never let you leave.”

  I held her face, my hands on her cheeks and gazed into her eyes. “I may never try. Sophie, you have no idea how beautiful you are.”

  This time she didn’t look away at the compliment. Her smile was once more wanton and wicked as she lowered in the tub to kneel before me. Her chin dropped and I could almost feel her gaze on my cock.

  “It’s so big.” Her fingers circled the head while her other hand scooped the shower head from next to my foot.

  Warm water sprayed into my groin, over my balls and ended with a gush on the inflamed flesh of my rod. The tip of her tong
ue rolled over her lower lips as she glanced up at me. It was driving me crazy having her mouth so close to my shaft.

  She filled her hands with soap and rubbed it into me, my balls as firm and ridged as walnuts, from there rolling around my shaft till she reached the thick purple head of it. Her finger rolled into the slit and teased more slipperiness from me.

  “Oooo. I like that.” She cooed and smiled, talking to the head of my cock. “Now to rinse this big old monster.”

  Warm water flowed over me, dripping in a steady stream from the tip of it. She leaned forward slowly, her open lips less than an inch away. I exhaled loudly when her tongue darted forward, licking the tip like it was an ice cream cone.

  “You taste good.” Her hand rolled up and down and she threw a glance at my face before once more, swirling her tongue over the thick head.

  Her other hand cupped my balls, squeezing them softly with a rhythm, like the pulse of my blood pounding through my veins. Her fingers there glided back, pressed into the perineum shooting fresh pleasure to the head of my shaft. Oh God, the little vixen knew what she was doing.

  My lips parted as she continued her exploration, fingers wet and still slippery with soap gliding between the cheeks of my ass. Oh Jesus! Her hot mouth took my cock inside just as her finger pressed into my asshole. Up and down my shaft, almost to the base, her eyes tearing up—each time she took it in, while her finger pressed into my anus. How much more could I take of this pleasure?

  “Oh yeah, Sophie. Keep doing that baby.” My lips were loose watching her almost deep throat my cock, every fiber of my being focused on the sensations her mouth and finger gave me.

  “Oh…” The word slipped out of my mouth just like my cock slipping out of hers. She bent and strained her tongue and lips under my cock to lick my balls. Oh my God, I loved that.

  My fingers played in her hair, as I closed my eyes to the exquisite waves of pleasure flooding through my body.