by Reece Butler
“This would work better in a bed,” he murmured.
It took ten minutes to get him out of the truck and into the bedroom off the kitchen. She left him on his back in the middle of the queen-size bed and returned to tidy up. He was a bachelor which, from everything she’d heard from women she’d known, meant the place should be a mess.
The porch light shone in the large front window over the sink. It lit white painted walls and cupboards, worn golden floors, and a large harvest table. In pride of place was a black-and-silver wood stove. No half-empty pizza boxes or gnawed crusts littered the counters or table. No beer cans, either. The faint aroma of bacon lingered. She brushed her fingers over the stove. It was barely warm, which made sense if he’d been gone for many hours. Bacon fat waited in the cast-iron frying pan pushed to the rear of the surface.
She lifted the lid of the large pot next to it. He’d peeled potatoes and left them in water, ready to be boiled.
The room was neater than she expected from a bachelor. Her hands shook as she picked her coat off the floor. She’d dropped it to make it easier to help him keep his balance on the crutches. She set it over the curved back of a sturdy upholstered chair in one corner.
This was it. She was going to have sex with someone other than her husband. A man she’d just met. And she was going to enjoy it, dammit!
She looked down. Not thinking it mattered with her small breasts, she’d not worn a bra since the night of the fire. She’d been so hot in the clinic that she’d hauled her thick shirt off without thinking.
Simon had noticed. His eyes had shot to her breasts. His skin was pale like Nikki’s, so his flush couldn’t be hidden. His eyes had widened as her breasts swelled under his scrutiny. Just like they were now. Her hair was a mess, but she wasn’t going to take time to tidy it up. She kicked her tennis shoes into the corner. She got near the doorway to the bedroom, then paused. If she was going to pull this off, she had to feel sexy.
She raised her head, got up on her toes as if wearing stilettos, and passed through the doorway. She made every step slow and sensuous, swinging her hips as if she was Eve in the Garden of Eden. She stopped by the end of the bed and posed, one hand on her waist, back arched, neck long.
“Like what you see, Mr. MacDougal?”
“Oh, hell, yeah.” He drew the words out. He struggled to sit up, fighting his way out of his shirt. “We’ve got way too many clothes on.”
“Rule number one,” she said. “You keep your hands to yourself.”
“What?” He stared. “That’s not my idea of fun!”
“Until I say so,” she continued. His pout turned into a boyish grin.
“Yes, ma’am!”
She took her time unbuttoning his shirt. She had to lean forward to help him sit up and pull it free. Both her hands were busy when a warm mouth covered her breast. She stopped, shocked at the exquisite sensation. He suckled her, then closed his teeth gently on her nipple. She gasped, inhaling the deep breath she’d been too shocked to draw. He released her and she backed away, shaking.
“You said no hands.” He winked. “You said nothing about my mouth.” He pointed to her wet breast and waggled his finger in a circle. “Somebody sure liked that. Want more, pretty lady?”
Two could play at that game. She turned her back on him, balled his shirt up, and tossed it away. She looked over her shoulder and saw where his attention was.
“Are you looking at my bottom, Mr. MacDougal?”
“Yes, ma’am, I surely am.”
“Why?”
“Because,” he replied, taking his time, “I’m thinking about what your ass might look like naked.” He winked suggestively. “It’s only fair since you saw mine at the clinic. And when you helped me into bed I saw you looking at this.” He clasped his cock through the sheet and gave her a knowing stare.
“You want to see my bottom, do you?”
She waited for his eager nod before unbuttoning and unzipping. Then she put a thumb each side of her waist. Using a zigzag motion she lowered her jeans an inch at a time. Nikki had refused to buy what she called granny panties. So when her jeans went down, there was no sign she had anything underneath until she’d reached the halfway mark and her bikinis showed.
“Dang, I was hoping you were commando.”
She shoved the pants off, pushing them down with her feet and kicking them away.
“You want naked, big boy?”
Without waiting for an answer she hauled her T-shirt over her head. With her back to him, there wasn’t much to see. Then she hooked her thumbs in the sides of her electric-blue silk panties. Only this time she bent over as her panties went down. The bikini panties were soaked, stuck to her pussy lips. She heard a choked gasp when she tugged them free.
She moved her feet apart, bent over, and slowly wiggled as she pushed those panties all the way to the floor. Of course he could see her breasts from between her legs. She lifted one foot and when she set it down it was much farther apart.
“Dayam, I wish I could get out of this bed!”
Using one of her exercises, she looked at him through her wide-spread legs. His hands clenched the sheets so tight the wrinkles might never come out.
“What would you do?” she asked in her most sultry voice.
“I’d grab your boobs to hold you bent over just like that. Then I’d slide this hard cock past those wet curls and sink deep inside that soaking pussy. I’d play with your clit until you were almost there. Then I’d grab your hips and bang you hard and deep until we both came in the biggest orgasm of our lives.”
Her mouth went dry. She raised her head, wavered, and put out a hand on the wall. “Dizzy,” she blurted. “Stood up too fast.”
He chuckled knowingly. “I think it’s because all your blood’s gone to that swollen pussy of yours. Why don’t you come closer so I can lick it?”
“Lick it?”
His eyes widened, then half closed, sensuous and wanting. “You never had that pleasure, honey?”
She shook her head. He gestured for her to come closer. Everything about him said he wanted her like nothing she’d ever known. Still, she hesitated. His face fell.
“That’s okay if you don’t want to try it. I don’t want you to feel forced.”
After everything she’d done to purposefully turn him on, he’d let her walk away? What type of man cared enough for a woman to ignore a hard cock because she was unsure?
Taking a deep breath, she rose on her toes again and swirled slowly in a circle, showing him what she had to offer. She stopped while facing him. Feet shoulder width apart, she stuck her fists on her hips like Wonder Woman. Her breasts were small but firm. Shoving her shoulders back made them stand out.
“I want,” she said. “Do you?”
He stared as if memorizing her in case he was never privileged to see her naked again. He licked dry lips. “You are really a sight for horny eyes. Is all that for me?”
She opened her fists. Slowly, she flattened her hands and slid her palms over her belly and up to her breasts. She held them out as if offering them to him, nipples first.
“The doctor said I should stay near in case you need anything.” She squeezed her breasts. “See anything you need, Mr. MacDougal?”
“Oh, baby, I need it all!” He managed to get up on his elbows. “My spirit’s willing and so is my cock, but there’s only a few things I can do while flat on my back. If you bring that sweet pussy over to my face I will lick and suck you until you scream.”
Marci shivered. Ted hadn’t even put a finger in her. Nothing but his sheathed penis, her fingers, and her vibrator had touched between her legs. She rolled her nipples with her palms, acting the brazen hussy.
“Is that a promise, Mr. MacDougal?” She crooned the words.
“Yep. Just keep your pussy in my face until you’re satisfied. Don’t worry about me. I don’t need to breathe. Not if I’ve got you in my mouth.”
Tingles flooded her pussy. She could almost feel her inner lips
swelling. She sashayed to the far side of the bed.
“Where do you want me?”
“Hold on to the bars and set your knees up by my ears,” he suggested, pointing to the high headboard. He’d pulled down the sheet to expose a hard cock she was sure was both longer and thicker than Ted’s.
She held the headboard as he suggested and climbed up. She bit her bottom lip as she concentrated on not shaking the bed. He looked up at her and groaned, though his eyes sparkled. When he put his hands on her thighs, his heat seared her. With his hands guiding and supporting her, she edged her way across the bed until her feet were either side of his ears.
“If you haven’t had something as simple as oral sex, what else have you missed?”
“I don’t know. All I did was lie on my back. My husband grunted over me but I wasn’t allowed to move or touch him. Then he’d get up and leave. I always wondered if he preferred his right hand to me.”
He stared up at her. “What a totally selfish jerk! You won’t ever wonder about me.” His eyes floated over her, caressing and enjoying. “That means pretty much everything I do will be new to you, right?”
“Is that a problem?”
“No, baby, not at all,” he said and reached for her.
Chapter Nine
Simon inhaled the aroma of paradise. He hadn’t had much chance to pleasure women orally, and the few times had been long ago, but he was sure none had smelled as good as this woman. She was just what the doctor ordered. Hot, sexy, smart, and eager with a great smile.
There was a wet pussy right over his head, breasts above, and a first-class ass curving around the back. He couldn’t wait to sink his tongue and fingers into her pussy, then his cock. He’d try a finger in her ass, as well. If she liked it enough, and was still here when Lance got back, his brother would be a very happy man.
She bent her legs and shifted, so he moved his grip. His thumbs filled the inside creases of her thighs, and his fingers wrapped over her hips.
“Let me guide that wet, swollen pussy right to my mouth,” he said.
Though her face was as red as the swollen lips above him, she did what he asked. He inhaled again. He’d never forget her perfume. It was embedded in his DNA, or hotwired into his brain. He didn’t know or care as long as he could enjoy her dark curls wet with moisture. Below the curls her thick, swollen lips begged for his tongue.
“Oh, God, you smell so good.”
He used his tongue to press open the seam between her inner and outer lips. Once open, he felt for her clit. She gasped and tightened her thighs on his cheeks. Though he’d fought it at the time, he would have to thank the good doctor for insisting he be shaved before leaving the clinic. This first time had to be good for Marci so she would want more. Lots more.
“Get comfy because I want this to take a long, long time,” he said.
He flicked his tongue over her clit. She gasped and rewarded him with a gush of fluid. He took his time, licking up every bit. Then he pressed his tongue between her lips, now engorged and slick with fluid. Ambrosia. She moved her knees apart, sinking down on him.
He chuckled. “You’re a fast learner.”
“Shut up and keep working,” she said in a growl.
He went back to work with a wide smile. She was so hot, wet, and eager that she wouldn’t last long before she came for the first time. He concentrated on her clit with his tongue and put a finger inside her. She gasped when he hit a spot, so he worked it, using his finger as if motioning someone forward. She shivered and moaned. Her grip on his hair hurt, but it was so good. He sent his other hand lower, following the wet trail. When he got to her asshole he used his baby finger on her. She froze, and then curved her ass to pull him farther in.
“You like it in your ass, do you? That’s real good,” he murmured while she twisted and groaned. She yanked on his hair, so he put his tongue to good use again. With both hands busy and his tongue working her clit, it didn’t take long for her to shudder and come, gushing into his mouth. He kept the finger in her ass going as he sucked up every drop. Finally, she slumped. He was gasping almost as much as she. Gasping and grinning.
How had he gone so many years without pleasuring a woman?
“Oh, my,” she finally murmured. “So that’s what it’s all about.”
No, she couldn’t have meant that. She must be at least twenty-five years old. But she’d implied her husband was a selfish bastard, and he’d never even gone down on her. She needed a man to take the time to relax her so she could come fifty or so times.
Since no one else was around, he appointed himself. He helped her to lie down. She lay on his good side with her head on his chest, her right leg splayed over his. He lay there, almost content, until her breathing slowed.
“That was your first orgasm, was it?”
She twitched her shoulder, which he took as a hesitant “yes.”
“Well, honey, it ain’t gonna be your last.” He didn’t think she was ready for a deep kiss, but he couldn’t help planting a small one on her forehead. “Stay around for a while and you’ll get a lot more.”
“Promise?”
A very Mona Lisa smile played around her lips. He nodded and her smile broadened to take up her whole face. He barely saw the red line anymore. It was there, but it didn’t matter. He tucked her close. Pleasuring Marci like that made him feel like he was the best damn man on the planet. His leg throbbed but he didn’t really care. He’d given a precious gift to her.
A woman only experienced her first orgasm once. And he was the man who’d done it for her.
She lifted her head. Dark, inquisitive eyes twinkled. Her hand strayed down his body to grasp his cock through the sheet.
“What can we do about this?”
“You can do anything you want,” he replied as calmly as he could. Had she gone down on a man before? Would she be shy, or eager?
She tilted her head. He realized her eyes were slightly slanted, like a cat. She slid down the bed until her head, leaning on her elbow, was at his hip. She grasped him hard.
Oh, yes. A hand job would be nice.
Her soft little palm and fingers felt so much better than his own callused ones. She stared at his cock for a bit. A few drops of pre-cum emerged. The tip of her tongue protruded between her lips. She wasn’t going to—
No. Of course not. She used her thumb to roll the liquid over the head of his cock. Her brow was furrowed a bit, and she worried at her lower lip with her upper teeth. God, he wanted those teeth scraping his cock!
“Oh, baby, that feels so good,” he said in encouragement. She lifted her head and leaned forward. He held his breath. She flicked her tongue over him.
“Oh, God, yes!”
He’d never forget seeing that pink tongue dancing over his cock. It felt even better sliding over the smooth head then around the rim. He swallowed hard, barely able to breathe, as she worked him.
He was hauling breath like a trucker on overdrive when Marci drew back. He silently begged for her not to go. She got onto her knees, grabbed him again, and leaned over. Before he could gasp, her hot, wet mouth sucked him in.
Heaven. Sheer, going-to-hell-in-a-handbasket heaven.
She backed away, spinning her tongue around him like a propeller. He jerked. Then she took his balls in her other hand and gently squeezed. The need that had been building since he saw her, rose in a torrent. He’d damned near come a dozen times while licking and sucking her hot pussy. He’d held off then, but he couldn’t anymore. He could barely suck enough air to keep him from passing out.
“I’m gonnna come,” he warned her between pants. “If you don’t back off you’re going to get—”
She pressed a finger into his ass. It hit something wonderful, like a push button to orgasm. He tried not to come in her mouth but she wouldn’t back off. And then she scraped her teeth down his cock.
His balls exploded. “Oh, God, yes!”
He emptied itself into her willing mouth. She sucked, flicking that damned
tongue over and around his cock, until there was nothing left. He hauled air, sucking deep into his burning lungs.
“Mmm, that was nice,” she murmured and stretched, catlike.
He hauled her mouth over to his and kissed her. Deep, like he meant it. He tasted his salty cum on her tongue. Not many women put up with giving a blow job. Even fewer enjoyed it. Marci seemed to be one of them.
She lay back on his chest as if she was a tough woman using a man for her own purposes. But the sigh and snuggle that followed gave her away. He lay there, absently running his fingers up and down her back. From her shoulders to her thigh, over her curved ass and back, again and again. He felt her relax against him. He went still. Surely she hadn’t fallen asleep?
The sigh was followed by a soft snore. Yep, she was down for the count. They hadn’t made it to home base but they’d each gotten one doozy of an orgasm. That was enough for tonight. He held a satisfied woman in his arms, and was well satisfied himself. She inhaled, deep into her lungs, then released it slowly. He held still as she snuggled closer, curling her hand around his chest.
She was totally zonked, just like a baby. No woman had ever trusted him like this. Nor had he trusted in return. Even when he and Lance brought their almost-fiancé home, she took over the master bedroom and they slept in the rooms they’d used as kids. Thank God they’d never had sex with Charlene on the ranch. Thinking back, it was just raw sex they’d provided each other. There wasn’t one ounce of caring in anything Charlene did, in or out of bed. He should have trusted Lance’s instincts instead of his need for a son, and therefore a wife.
What had just happened between himself and Marci showed more caring than he would normally be comfortable accepting. But somehow it was different, because it was Marci.
He watched her sleep for a few moments. He could get used to this in no time. He fought to keep awake but knew it was a losing battle. He pulled the sheets up and, holding her snug, followed her into sleep.