by Linda Mooney
He pointed to the ice chest. “Keep digging. There’s supposed to be a bottle of champagne at the bottom somewhere.”
Sure enough, after shoving aside some of the crushed ice, she found it. Pulling it out, she brushed off the loose ice chips. When she glanced back up at him, he was holding two plastic champagne glasses. The thought of all he had gone through warmed her, and Brenda laughed lightly. “All right, Don Juan. Now all that’s missing are the candles.”
“Ah! Got those covered, too.”
Lorne reached over the table to grab a small brown box she hadn’t noticed him unpacking. He lifted the lid to show her a dozen small white votives.
“Anything else, madam?”
To answer him, she got to her feet and walked over to where he was leaning against the counter. Getting up on her tiptoes, she slid her arms around his neck and lifted her face to kiss him. “Not at the moment,” she murmured as he bent his head to meet her. “But I’m sure I’ll think of something. And when I do, I’ll be sure to let you know.”
“Promise?”
“Cross my heart and hope to die.”
Chapter 24
Fun
She never knew there could be fun in lovemaking. Or laughter when making love. Or anything other than the grunting, the momentary relief, and the sweaty, sticky results left over once all was said and done.
The moment she kissed Lorne, every preconceived notion and every past experience vanished like water down a drain. When his hands drew her tightly against him, the only anticipation she felt was waiting for this man to claim her in the most primal, physical way two people could bond. Provocatively, she rubbed her mound over the hardening bulge in his jeans, and felt the hard edge of the zipper rising between her thighs.
Lorne pulled back slightly from their kiss to breathe across her lips, “I thought you might be hungry.”
Ah, the double entendre! She smiled, but instead of answering him, she slid her hand between them and grasped his hard erection, drawing his already tight jeans in a more constricting grip around it. She heard him gasp, and she could feel his heart speed up.
“Are you trying to be the death of me?” he softly asked.
Brenda stared up into his gray eyes. She could see her reflection in them. She could also see the desire clouding their depths, like a thundercloud gathering on the horizon.
“Come on. Show me what you got.” She winked, adding, “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.”
Lorne was instantly all play. “Show me yours first,” he demanded and reached for the front of her pants.
Brenda giggled and jumped backwards, out of range. They both paused, trying to anticipate each other’s next move, when Lorne lunged forward to grab her. Shrieking with mock fear, Brenda sprinted around the table and ran straight for the bedroom with Lorne right on her heels.
She managed to stave him off from the other side of the bed. Like two opponents raring to have go at each other, they swayed from one side to the other with the bed, their no man’s land, separating them. She never saw his next move. In less than a heartbeat, she was tossed on top of the blanket, and Lorne was looming over her.
“Like I said, you first!”
He grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it upward. It was nearly over her head, releasing her arms, when he stopped. Brenda laughed, imagining what she must look like.
“I can’t see!”
“That’s okay,” he replied. She couldn’t see him with the sweater engulfing her from the neck up. Neither could she extricate her arms from it. She was literally trapped.
“Now I know how groceries feel inside the bag.” She giggled.
“Umm, but a nice-looking bag of groceries,” Lorne commented.
The tone of his voice warned her that he was planning something.
“For instance,” he continued, “I really like these apples. Are they fresh?”
His hands cupped her breasts, filling her with pleasure. His warm palms massaged and manipulated them, teasing the tips with playful pinches through the lacy material.
“Hmm, what have we here? Maybe they’re not apples. Maybe they’re grapes.”
Brenda let the laughter bubble out of her. All thought of danger and the reason why she was here evaporated under Lorne’s loving hands. There was a tug on her body, and she felt him pulling the cups down under her breasts, exposing her skin to the cool night air. She was about to tell him it was cold when a hot, wet mouth closed over one nipple. His tongue twirled around the stiff nub, and he gently chewed on it. The need for him escalated, and she writhed beneath him.
“Lorne! I want to watch you do that!”
The mouth went away. “You want to watch?”
She barely had time to nod when he sat her up on the bed. The sweater lifted away, and her hair tumbled around her shoulders. Lorne’s expression softened as he dipped a hand into the mass, carefully brushing it behind her shoulders.
“You have the sexiest hair.”
“Thank you.” She smiled. Of all her features, her hair was the only thing she didn’t find fault with.
“You mentioned you wanted to watch?” he asked.
Without waiting for her answer, he bent her back onto the bed and proceeded to lavish his attention on her bared breasts. She watched with half-closed lids at the way his hands manipulated her, massaged her, and cupped her in his palms to where her taut nipples stood up at stiff attention.
But it was his lips and his tongue that kept her desire peaked. His knee between her legs pressed into the juncture of her jeans, until she could feel a second heartbeat pounding in her lower abdomen. Pounding relentlessly and insistently as her body readied itself for him. She squirmed slightly, and the knee wedged itself harder. The jeans’ inner seam rubbed along her clit, and fresh fire plumed through her blood. Brenda moaned softly and gasped for air.
“Lorne! My turn! Let me have my turn, damn it!”
She could tell he released her with reluctance and sat back on his heels. Vaguely, she wondered how he managed to take his shoes off, then dismissed it until she realized her shoes were off, too. She started to ask him when he reached behind his back and dragged his t-shirt over his head.
This is what she had been waiting to see. What she had been wanting to see. Lorne was not extremely hairy across the chest, but what he had was soft, dark, and irresistible to the touch. She wove her fingers up and across his well-developed pecs, letting her palms brush over his male nipples with their rosy areolas and tiny, hard stubs.
“Wow. Have you been working out?”
He chuckled. “Oh, yeah. I bench press a bus every day.”
Brenda made a raspberry. “Yeah, right.” Leaning closer, she buried her face in his throat and breathed deeply. Her smile came back. “You even smell like love, all warm and soft.” A pause. “And I can hear your heart racing like mad.”
“I’m petrified wood for you, Bren.”
“Mmm.” Laughing softly, she tweaked his nipple, then bent down and ran her tongue over it. Lorne groaned, one hand reaching up to stop her, but she batted it away. “No, no. Fair play. I get to torment back.”
“Who says?” His voice rumbled in his chest.
“I says,” she replied, and proceeded to suck on the teat energetically.
Lorne nearly fell off the bed. “Enough! I can’t take it, Bren! I’m too damn close to exploding as it is!” He jerked away and slapped a hand over the wet nipple.
Laughing, Brenda fell back onto the blanket and began undoing his jeans. However, pulling them down over his hips proved to be a problem. After staring at the large, arching erection trying to be free of the restricting denim, she looked up at him. “Hey, a little help here would be appreciated.”
Lorne shoved his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and briefs, and shoved them down to his knees. Backing off the bed just long enough to shed the rest of his clothing, he reached for her pants.
“You’d better hurry and undo them, or I’m ripping them off of you,”
he warned with a grin.
She quickly unzipped them a split-second before Lorne peeled them off of her, leaving her with only her cotton thong. Lorne climbed back up between her open thighs and dove face-first into the bit of material.
Somehow, his hands found hers, and their fingers intertwined as he nosed aside the thong that was soaked with her cream. His mouth found her slit, and he plunged his tongue inside her channel.
Brenda cried out as pleasure swept through her. She tried to reach between her legs, but his hands were keeping hers trapped as surely as if he had tied her up. His tongue found her clit, and she orgasmed almost immediately. She continued to burn as his mouth sucked her, his tongue lapping furiously to keep her riding the crest. Her release continued to tear her apart to where she called out Lorne’s name.
Suddenly his hands let hers go, and his mouth removed itself from her flesh. Brenda found herself forced to grasp handfuls of the blanket and sheets. She needed to anchor herself against the pure joy that still sizzled across her muscles and tickled her nerve endings. When her brain finally began functioning again, she realized Lorne had removed her thong and backed away. Curious, she opened her eyes to see him bending over and guiding the head of his erection between the folds of her slit. The dark, flushed head glistened. A single drop, like a small pearl, hung from the eye.
He must have sensed her watching him. He looked up at her and smiled. “I have dreamed of this moment,” Lorne whispered, and slowly began to ease into her.
She had never felt anything so wonderful in all her life.
Earlier she had told him that the few other sexual escapades she’d had in her lifetime no longer mattered. She’d since changed her mind. They most certainly mattered now, because she could see how inadequate and how different they had been compared to Lorne’s complete possession of her heart and soul, and his total dominance over her body.
Brenda glanced down again to see his erection disappearing from view as it sank deep within her. At the same time, she could feel him drilling his way to her womb. She could tell he was holding back, trying not to hurt her. Reaching up, she ran her nails over his chest. Curling her fingers through the short curls, she gave them a gentle tug.
“I’m cold. Come here.” She pinched his nipples to watch his reaction. Happily, Lorne growled playfully and pounced on top of her, but his movements inside her never ceased, never slowed. In fact, the shift in position raised the heat level to near combustion. It was made all the worse—or for the better—when he reached back and lifted her knees higher. The simple shift allowed him to delve deeper inside her. A shiver of pleasure raced under her skin.
He lowered himself until he covered her. His lips alternated between kissing and nibbling her shoulder and neck, making his way up into the hairline behind her ear. The hard, steady, in-and-out slide of his thick erection kept her on the edge, tickling and enticing, not quite bringing her a second time, but not letting her lose that sweet, delicious excitement that continued to burn steadily.
Closing her eyes, she let herself lie there and let him take her. It felt so right, so perfect. His mouth played with her ear and temple, making her smile.
“I love you, Brenda.”
The confession was breathy and almost too low to hear. Incredibly, her heart did a little backflip, and the familiar warmth of tears seeped into her eyes. She never realized she had been wanting, had been needing to hear him make that confession. She started to reply when he continued.
“I have loved you since we were young. I have loved you even though you never reciprocated the feeling. I have loved you all through our junior high and high school years, although there were times I thought I’d never have you for myself.”
Lorne paused in his lovemaking, and Brenda opened her eyes to find him staring down at her. The look of absolute love shone in his gray eyes.
“I have loved you,” she told him with a depth she never believed possible. “I have always loved you, although I never realized it for what it really was until I came back to Fullerton. Forgive me, Lo.”
One of his goofy grins unexpectedly slid across his face, and to her shock he slid out of her and sat back on his heels. She was still staring at him, wondering what he was up to, when he grabbed her by the hips, jerked her closer to him, then somehow flipped her onto her stomach as if she weighed nothing. For a second there she thought she heard him murmur something about turned or flipped, but a moment later she completely forgot about it when he lifted her buttocks, parted the cheeks, and rammed himself into her.
Brenda cried out as Lorne began to pound furiously into her, holding her hips in a death-lock grip that prevented her from moving. Her fingers gripped the bedclothes so hard she thought she heard something tear. What had been loving sex had reenergized into a mind-blowing fuck. She shrieked and raised her ass higher to give him a better angle. Lorne shifted her thighs farther apart and kept them parted with his knees. She heard him grunting softly with every hard and fast stroke.
The heat from the friction was burning her alive. His erection was like having a grooved rod shoved into her. The grooves scraped over the sensitive tissue inside her channel, rapidly building the crackling intensity. She could feel a wetness running down the inside of her thighs as her body poured out her cream in response.
Her body stiffened. The strength of her orgasm overwhelmed her, and her skin felt like it was melting against her bones. Every muscle locked up. Every nerve ending flared. Her mind went completely blank, until nothing existed except for the junction of their bodies.
Falling face-forward, she screamed into the blanket, but Lorne continued to pound into her. His fingers held her so tightly, she knew she would bear the bruises before morning, but she didn’t care. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing mattered except for the soul-breaking feel of Lorne’s erection fusing himself inside her.
Her body shuddered. Her lungs gasped for air. Brenda opened her mouth to breathe when Lorne erupted deep within her. He groaned as his movements slowed. Finally releasing her hips, he partially collapsed over her, covering her back.
Her arms wobbled. They no longer had the strength to hold her up. Dropping to the bed, she felt him follow but angle sideways to fall onto his side. A muscular arm swept her against him and held her there. Another aftershock rattled through her. Brenda felt her womb clench, and goose bumps crawled over her exposed skin. Lorne pressed his sweaty chest to her back to share his heat. His hand gently cupped one breast.
The room grew quiet as the world resumed turning. The last thought to enter her mind as she drifted to sleep was the realization that his semi-flaccid erection was still inside her. She managed to smile, knowing there would be more lovemaking. More confessions. More kisses.
The night was far from over.
Chapter 25
Evals
Lorne shoved a pillow under his head and collapsed next to her. They were both coated in perspiration and breathing heavily from their exertions, but what he was feeling at the moment was the best damn feeling in the world. Brenda remained cuddled against him with her back to his chest, her eyes closed, and to his enjoyment, with a very sated expression on her flushed face. He could feel himself still buried partway inside her, and he would remain there if he had any say-so in the matter. It would take two tanks with chains to separate them.
Nuzzling her ear, he nibbled on the tender lobe. “So, madam, what’s your opinion? Do I get an ‘A’? Did I at least pass?”
Several moments passed before she answered. From the sound of her voice he could tell she had started to doze off.
Brenda laughed softly. “If you were in my employment, I’d definitely give you high marks in every area.”
A sudden look of consternation crossed her beautiful face. It lasted less than a second, but it was enough to make Lorne question it.
“What? What were you thinking of, instead of the great sex we just had?” he teased with a hint of seriousness.
“Oh, nothing.”
“B
ullshit. Nothing almost pulled you out of this great afterglow.” Propping himself up on one elbow, Lorne leaned down to kiss her temple. “Give. No more secrets between us.”
She grimaced. “It’s nothing, really. It just reminded me of my own yearly performance reviews.”
“You mean your personal report card with the company? What about it?”
“Well, it’s probably just me, but I always thought it strange that I would make such great strides up the corporate ladder, when my evals were less than stellar.”
“What do you mean?”
She opened her eyes and rolled over far enough to face him without breaking their intimate contact. One hand reached up to caress his scruffy cheek and chin. Her hair was tousled, and her face was puffy, but she continued to look incredibly beautiful, sexy, and desirable, all the same.
“I mean, don’t companies usually promote their most competent people? The ones who score high marks on their evals?”
Lorne shrugged slightly. “Maybe there’s some kind of female to male ratio quota they needed to fill, and you were their best candidate,” he suggested. Giving her a big grin, he added, “Or maybe sleeping with the bosses gave you that added boost.”
“Lorne!” She lightly bopped him on the nose in mock anger. “I did no such thing, and you know it.”
“I do know I’m not your first,” he teased.
“Oh. That. Well.” Brenda made a face. “Those men don’t count. Never did, never will.”
She gave him a hard stare, and he knew what she was going to say before she said it.
“I wasn’t your first, either, Mister Double Standard!”
“Ah, yeah, wellll…”
Her soft hand brushed his hair away from where it dangled next to the edge of his mouth. Her gaze suddenly softened into a look he hoped he’d see every day of his life from now on.
“Would it matter if I said you weren’t my first, but you’ll be my last?” she whispered.
“No, because I’m echoing that comment,” he murmured and leaned down to kiss her upraised lips. Second to making love to her, Lorne enjoyed kissing her. She had the kind of mouth that was responsive and eager to please. A little nudge with his tongue, and she happily opened her mouth so he could delve into her sweetness. Her tongue came up to tangle with his, and Lorne felt a new surge of hot desire go straight to his dick. His rapidly hardening erection began pressing back into her hot, wet channel. At the sound of her soft moan, he slid his mouth over her cheek and started nibbling on the sensitive skin beneath her ear. It wouldn’t be long before they would be starting round two. Definitely no sleep tonight for you, Lo.