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by Lacey Alexander

  Part of him wanted to tease her, torture her—God knew, he’d felt tortured enough tonight—but he didn’t want to keep them both on the edge forever, and if there was one thing he wanted to do, it was lick her pussy.

  He reached for the thin straps at the side of her panties and slid his thumbs underneath. She lifted slightly and he rolled them down, glad she’d thought to put them on over the garter belt. Patiently, he eased them over the lace tops of her stockings, down to her ankles, and over the heels of her shoes.

  But he didn’t feast on her right away. First, he pushed her legs wide apart and simply looked at her there. Her sweet little cunt was wide open for him, all slick and pink and ready. The sight nearly made him shiver. He traced one finger down the edge of her pussy’s outer lip. “You look all swollen down here.”

  “I feel that way, too,” she said breathily. “Tingly. Heavy. Like my pussy weighs more than usual.”

  He grinned up at her. “Say that again.”

  She returned a vixen’s smile. “Which part?”

  “Just the word ‘pussy.’ I like to hear you say it.”

  “Pussy,” she purred for him.

  “What a bad girl you are,” he teased her in a scolding tone. He still ran one fingertip up and down her fleshy outer lip.

  “A few minutes ago you said I was a good girl.”

  “When I’m kneelin’ between your pretty thighs, chere, it means the same thing.”

  Jack couldn’t wait another minute before finally tasting her. He dipped his head, spread her legs even farther, and dragged his tongue over her clit, which was equally as swollen as the rest of her cunt. A ragged moan escaped her lips. Then he closed his mouth over the pink nub, sucking it just as he had her nipple a few minutes earlier.

  “Unh …” she moaned above him.

  He released her clit and looked up at her. “Hold yourself open for me.”

  She bit her lip before doing as he asked, using the fingertips of both hands to spread her pussy so that it was wide open, wet pink flesh exposed.

  “Oh yeah, baby,” he murmured, bending to drag a long, firm lick from her parted inner lips up to her clit. “Cher jolie pussy.”

  “Oooh.”

  He did it again, and again, licking up her sweet juice, absorbing her taste and scent until it was all he knew. Then he pulled back, noted how open her little hole was, and pushed two fingers inside. “Oh, oh…mmm, God,” she whimpered above him as he moved his fingers in and out, softly fucking her. “Oh, more,” she murmured, so he added a third finger and fucked her with them harder as he resumed tonguing her sweet, swollen clit. She moved against his mouth, soft, then more urgently. He laved her as roughly as he could, aware she was growing hotter and hotter beneath his ministrations. “God…oh God…yes, baby…lick my pussy, lick my pussy…oh yes, lick it, lick it.”

  Jack didn’t mind following her commands this time—he happily lapped up all her sweet fluid, wanting to make her come so good that she’d never forget it. He drove his fingers into the sopping wetness of her opening over and over in rhythm with the movements of his tongue on her clit. Harder, harder, harder, and above him she kept whimpering and sighing her hot demands. “Lick me…oh God, yes, lick me more.”

  He licked her again and again, felt her passion growing, tightening, felt her literally fucking his mouth with the thrusts of her pelvis, and basked in the feeling until finally she said, “Oh yes, now, baby, now—I’m coming for you,” and her moans got higher in pitch, her movements more jerky, her pussy convulsing against his tongue in sweet pulsing waves. Her expression stayed wrenched with ecstasy as she rode the orgasm out, whimpering, groaning…until finally she went softer, quieter, and he released her from his mouth and rose up into her arms.

  “How was it?” he whispered a moment later.

  “Mmm,” she moaned. “Incredible.”

  “Better than with Felicia at the club?”

  She laughed. “Jealous?”

  “Hardly. I just like to think I can do more to keep you happy than some girl you don’t know.”

  She smiled into his eyes and he realized they’d actually known each other only a few days. And why the hell did he care whether he or Felicia had given her a better orgasm? Ego, he answered himself quickly. Just ego.

  “Don’t worry,” she said. “Because what you did to me just now…”

  “Oui?”

  Her next words came on a pretty sigh. “I’ve never felt anything so good in my life.”

  He let an arrogant smile unfurl on his face—he couldn’t help it. “Well, chere, get ready for the next best thing.” Then he lifted her legs over the sides of the chair, spreading her wider still, and rose up to join her, planting his knees at either side of her raised thighs. Sliding his shaft over her wet pink flesh just once, he then thrust it deep inside her.

  “Oh, God,” she whimpered again.

  He leaned in close to her face. “You like that, darlin’?”

  “Unh,” was all she seemed capable of saying.

  “Want more?”

  “Mmm. Please, baby.”

  Surprised by the tender begging, he granted her request with pleasure, sliding his hard cock in and out of her tight opening. The position they were in allowed them both to look down to where their bodies joined and watch his length glide in to the hilt, then halfway back out.

  “Look how wet you get me,” he said.

  So wet that each time he moved in her, they could hear it.

  “Can you fuck me harder?” she purred.

  She sounded so tender now, gentle as a kitten. “I like it when you ask sweet like that, darlin’,” he said, “so get ready to take as much as you can handle.”

  He made good on the promise, increasing the power of his strokes, pounding his cock into her juicy cunt until she was crying out with each hot thrust, screaming so intensely that, if he hadn’t seen the ecstasy on her face, he’d have wondered if she were in pleasure or pain. He drove into her relentlessly, never stopping to give either of them a rest, half-amazed that he could keep going this way as close to erupting as he’d been so many times tonight. He fucked and fucked and fucked her, his cock seeming to grow ever more rigid, his balls slapping against her until his pleasure was so deep, so replete, that he finally gave it up. “Damn, baby, here I go,” he breathed, and then he felt himself shooting inside her, emptying long and hard as a ferocious moan left him. As his entire pelvis spasmed in climax, he lost himself in the total bliss that overtook his body, and then finally he came back down to earth, feeling so weak he sank into her arms like a baby, both of them lying half in and half out of the chair now.

  “Merde, you’re so damn good,” he breathed, letting his head rest on her breast.

  Sleep was swallowing him already when he heard her say, through a fog, “Let’s get in bed.”

  Oui, good idea, his sleep-hazed mind thought, although it was a struggle to physically make it happen. When he collapsed on the mattress, he had just enough strength to pull her lush body to his. “I wanna hold you,” he heard himself whisper, and then sleep took him away.

  * * * * *

  Liz woke up the next morning, fully aware that she lay in Jack’s bed naked. Waking these last few mornings had been sweeter than ever before, since she’d never felt so alive, never understood until now the depth of pleasure sex could bring.

  He lay next to her sleeping peacefully, his hair tousled against a sage-green pillowcase, his jaw covered with dark stubble. She enjoyed just watching him like that, so at rest. She also enjoyed knowing he was just as bare as her beneath the sheets. Seeing his body for the first time last night had nearly taken her breath away. She’d known instinctively he had an attractive physique, but the picture in her imagination hadn’t compared with the real thing. His arms, legs, chest, and stomach bore the toned muscles of a man who kept in shape. A light smattering of dark hair covered his chest, narrowing into a thin line that led all the way down to his beautiful cock.

  Admittedly, Liz had o
nly seen a handful of penises in her life, but Jack’s was the most commanding, the most tremendous. She’d known already that his was the largest she’d ever had—but now that she’d gotten to feast her eyes on it, it confirmed the knowledge that no man had ever filled her so completely, both in width and length. Just lying in bed now, remembering the sight of it, made her pussy tingle.

  It was Saturday, so she thought of waking him for a morning quickie, but decided to let him sleep. The last few action-packed days and nights had her much more weary than usual, so she suspected the same was true for her lover.

  Instead, she looked around the room, soaking up the man through his possessions and home. High ceilings and hardwood floors dominated the whole apartment, complete with moldings that looked old enough to be original. She could somehow smell the history here, sense the French Quarter all around her. Feeling wanton, she wondered how many couples had fucked in this room over all the years it had been here. She wondered how much pleasure had been experienced in the very place where she lay.

  Just then, a large male hand brushed over her inner thigh and glided upward until it cupped her mound, which shuddered with unanticipated delight.

  “I thought you were asleep,” she said, at once parting her thighs and turning her head on the pillow to look at him.

  A lazy grin spread across his handsome face. “Just my way of sayin’ good mornin’, chere.”

  “Mmm,” she purred as he began to lightly stroke her, “what a nice way to start the day.”

  “We still haven’t done it in a bed, ya know. Wanna give it a try?”

  She began to move against his touch. “I was actually starting to think about taking you into the shower and having my way with you there.”

  He looked sleepy but aroused. “Want me to wash you?”

  A few minutes later they were standing under the warm spray and he was making good on his promise. He had the perfect accessory for shower play—a hand mitt that made lots of suds when soaped. Joyful tremors rippled through Liz’s body as she watched him pass the soft mitt over her breasts, leaving running trails of soap, then drew it down between her thighs, where the suds and the mitt and the pressure of his hand behind it all worked together to get her hot and tingly.

  When her body was thoroughly soapy, Liz took the mitt from Jack and returned the favor. She ran it over his broad chest and washboard stomach before wrapping it around his beautiful cock, which was once again standing at attention for her. “Merde, you’d better be careful, darlin’,” he said on a light groan.

  “Why?”

  “You’re playin’ with fire down there. Seein’ you all wet and sudsy has me just about to blow already.”

  As much fun as she was having, and as much as she liked his cock all soapy, she stopped immediately—because she didn’t want him to come without being inside her first.

  He reached out to knead her breasts, the soap suds running between his fingers as she moaned. Her skin was so slick, easy for his hands to glide over—one hand slid down her side to her hip, and then between her legs. When he slipped his middle finger into her slit, she nearly collapsed with the jolt of pleasure he delivered.

  “Good,” he said with a sly smile. “You’re just as hot as I am.”

  She simply moaned in reply and the next thing she knew, he was kissing her—long, steamy meetings of tongues that she felt all the way to her fingers and toes. “I want you,” she heard herself whisper unplanned between kisses. “I want you inside me, Jack, so much.”

  With that, he turned her around in the shower and placed her hands on the tile wall. “I want you, too, baby,” he murmured into her hair. “Damn, how I want you. Now just close your eyes, and feel.”

  She followed the instructions, clamping her eyes shut, and became aware that he was rubbing his cock up and down in the crack of her ass. Before the last few days, she’d never realized what an erogenous zone that was for her, but she pushed against the pressure he delivered and soaked up the sensations.

  Placing his hands on her hips, he guided his hard-on inside her—one long, slow stroke that filled her completely, stretching the boundaries of her pussy.

  “Ah, Jack,” she breathed. “So big. So good.”

  “Mmm,” he growled. “I love slipping my big hot cock into your tight little cunt, chere.”

  She groaned in response, turned on, as usual, by his dirty talk.

  As he began to slide in and out of her, she felt it everywhere, her entire body reacting to each hot thrust. Then Jack’s right hand snaked around her, his fingers going straight to her sensitive clit. “Unh,” she moaned as the pleasure deepened, rocking her back and forth, back and forth; it was everywhere.

  “I wanna make you come,” he said low and hot.

  “Oooh,” she breathed in reply—it was all she could get out. His fingers stroked where she was wet and excited, and his long shaft sent shock wave after shock wave of delight through her body. The heat inside her was rising, rising, seeking that sweet release, when Jack shifted his other hand from her hip slightly back, beginning to stroke the little fissure of her ass with his thumb. Oh God, it sent a whole new flood of heat through her body and she began to whimper, “Oooh, yes, baby, yes.”

  And then he was more than stroking; he was slowly easing his thumb inside, opening her, entering her through a new little hole. Liz could barely comprehend the added pleasure, the sense of being doubly fucked, of having so many good, hot invasions of her body at one time. As she moved against his cock, she now also moved against his thumb, and the near-ecstasy was electrified by this new intimacy.

  Waves of heat radiated out through her clit, the sensations wildly intensified by the sweet pressure in her ass. So powerful, so unstoppable. And then—oh God, yes—his entry in that second hole pushed her over the edge. The climax broke hard and fast and furious, her whole body pulsing with nearly-violent spasms that left her so overwhelmed she nearly crumpled to the shower floor. But Jack held her up, held her steady through the consuming pleasure, his arms tight around her waist now as he continued to move his hot column in and out of her wetness in long, deep strokes.

  As her orgasm faded to contentment, though, his thrusts grew stronger again, harder, pummeling her pussy with drive after drive of his big cock, filling her, making her scream with each powerful stroke. And then he moaned, deep and low, and she knew he was coming, too—he fucked her faster, even harder, groaning his powerful release near her ear and filling her with satisfaction to know she’d taken him there.

  Finally, he went still, just holding her around the waist as they both panted their relief, and Liz murmured, “Thank God Todd has a thing for strippers. Otherwise, I’d never have met you—I’d never have found out exactly how good sex can be.”

  * * * * *

  Once the mind-numbing fun in the shower had ended, Liz had to face an unpleasant task. “I need to call my parents and tell them I broke up with Todd,” she explained to Jack over the breakfast of bacon and eggs he’d whipped up. He wore a pair of cotton drawstring pants and she’d donned one of his t-shirts so they could sit out on the balcony and enjoy the morning air.

  He looked up after shoveling a forkful of eggs into his mouth. “Haven’t done that yet, huh?”

  She gave him a chastising look. “When would I have had time? I’ve been at work every day and with you every night.” Then she sighed. “It was nice not to have to think about it, nice to have you to take it off my mind. But today’s Saturday and I’m going to use the weekend to get my life back in order.”

  “Back in order how?”

  She took a sip of orange juice and wished uselessly that this was her life. This balcony overlooking this historical, legendary street of sin. This man who fucked her so well and then even fed her so well afterward. It was a fleeting, silly thought, so she pushed it from her mind. “Well, besides making that phone call, I need to move some of my stuff out of the house. I called Lynda from work yesterday, and she’s offered to let me move in with her, so that
’s a good solution for now.”

  Jack nodded. “I agree—I’m glad to see you gettin’ outta there. That guy rubs me the wrong way.”

  Liz shook her head. “He’s not a horrible person or anything. He didn’t take my decision well the other day, but I guess it was a shock to him. Now that he’s had some time to absorb it, things will probably go smoother from here on out.”

  Jack looked doubtful. “I hope you’re right.” He finished a strip of bacon, looking at her across the table. “If you need a lift, I can—”

  “Not necessary,” she said. It was a nice gesture, but she was a big girl and she didn’t want to begin depending on Jack too much. The truth was, it was a little scary, the feelings she’d developed for him over the past days. And she certainly didn’t need to risk him thinking she was going to be needy, or clingy. Unfortunately, she’d been down that road before, with other guys, and it never ended well. She and Jack had fucked each other’s brains out these last couple of nights, but it hadn’t come with promises and she thought she’d do well not to expect any. “I’ll grab a cab.”

  As they kissed goodbye at Jack’s door a little while later, Liz couldn’t help noticing that it was perhaps the most tender kiss they had yet shared. Jack lifted his hands to her face and gently lowered his mouth over hers. “You’re sure you don’t need any help gettin’ your stuff out of the house with that guy there?”

  She nodded. “He might not even be home. Sometimes he plays racquetball on Saturday morning.”

  “All right,” Jack replied. “But since your day doesn’t sound like much fun, why don’t you come back tonight and I’ll make dinner for you. We’ll try somethin’ different and stay in.”

  She grinned. “You’re just afraid that if we hit the streets, you’ll get all hot and ready to fuck me and I’ll stretch it out again, make you wait.”

  He answered with a smile. “I thought I proved to you last night that you don’t always get to be the one in charge, chere.”