by Susan Cairns
“You told her that?” I ask, squeezing Taylor’s side.
She squirms and squeaks then swats at my arm. “Yes, I told her. Didn’t you hear her? She’s my best friend.”
“So it’s some sort of girl code or something?”
“Sure the fuck is,” Casey answers.
“Hey, I got a question before we go in there.” I pause, waiting for both of the girls to look at me. “What are the chances of us running into someone from work?”
“Slim to none,” Casey answers.
“Why?” Taylor chimes in.
“Because he wants to paw you all night. Come on, Tay, get with the program.”
“I’m not going to paw her. I just want to be able to touch her without the whole office finding out about it before Monday.” I look at Casey with a raised eyebrow.
“You don’t have to worry about me. These lips are sealed,” She zips her lips then tosses her cigarette into the parking lot. “Now let’s go get a fucking drink, I’m thirsty.” Casey pushes off the wall and leads the way into the bar, heading to the same group of seats we sat in last Friday.
The owner/bartender, Fran, is standing right next to what I assume is Casey’s purse, drying glasses. “Next time you watch your own damn things, got it, Casey?”
“Yeah, yeah, thanks for being awesome, Fran!” she yells, bringing attention to our corner. “Oh and look, I picked up some riff-raff in the parking lot that could use some drinks.”
“Taylor.” Fran nods to her before bringing her eyes to me and giving me a flirty smirk. “Well, hello there, suit.”
“Nice to see you again, Fran.”
“What’ll it be?”
“I’ll take one of those porters, and Taylor’s going to have a vodka tonic with a lime.”
“Sure thing, coming right up.”
“Ya know, I think we’re going to have to bring Reid every week. Fran gives us less shit when he’s around,” Casey comments.
“Oh, he’ll be coming with us, but I’m staking my claim right now.” Taylor raises up on her toes and places her palm on my cheek, turning my face toward her so she can lay a mouth-half-open kiss on me.
“Well, shit, Reid, looks like you’ve been claimed,” Casey says with a laugh.
“I’m okay with it.”
“You better be.” Taylor smirks as I wrap my arm around her back, laying my hand right on her ass and pulling her closer to me.
“Who’s opening the tab?” Fran asks, returning with our drinks.
“I’ve got it,” Casey pipes up.
“Are you shitting me?” The question, full of surprise, comes from Taylor.
“Nope, plus you two are only staying for a couple of drinks, so it’s not like it’s going to cost me much. Anyway, Josh’ll pay cash to close it out at the end of the night.”
“You’re so good to me,” Josh’s voice breaks into our conversation.
“Babe!” Casey screams, jumping off her chair right into her boyfriend’s arms.
“Looks like it’s just you and me,” I say, winking at Taylor.
“Which is exactly why we’re going to cut this down to one drink.”
Taylor gives me a quick peck before turning so my hand slips to her side. I watch her pick up her drink and take a long pull, draining nearly half of it. When she sets the glass down, she turns her face toward me and I give her a one-eyebrow-raised smirk, which makes her shrug. Leaning my ass against the bar stool, I slide back and pull Taylor between my legs, then I pick up my pint glass and take a gulp that rivals Taylor’s.
“You two better slow down,” Casey advises from behind us. “You’re playing at least one game of pool with us.”
“Case, we don’t want to play pool. We just want to have a couple of drinks and relax,” Taylor says, turning into me to look over my shoulder.
“Ugh, fine. We’ll have to find some unsuspecting strangers to hustle drinks out of.”
“Ah, so that’s how Josh was planning on getting out of paying the tab,” Taylor says.
“Don’t bring me into this. She’s the brains behind this operation.” He pulls Casey in tight with the arm he has wrapped around her shoulders and kisses the side of her head.
“If that’s the case, we’re all in trouble,” I remark.
“All right, all right, we get the point. Now drink up, I have a bet to win.” Casey winks at Taylor, who goes red in the face.
“Umm, mind telling me about this bet?” I whisper in Taylor’s ear.
“Later, but she already won. Several times over.”
“Ahh, okay.”
Taylor ends the bantering by picking up her glass and taking another long drink. Based on how fast she’s draining it, I’m thinking we’ll be out of here sooner than later, which is fine with me, considering the thoughts she put in my head earlier.
Ten minutes and two more sips later, we’re walking to my Jeep. Casey’s standing by the bar, pouting and cheering us on at the same time, while Taylor laughs at my side. After I tuck her into the Jeep, I speed out of the parking lot and make it back to her house in less than a minute. Before I even have a chance to turn off the car, Taylor’s out the door and running up the steps to her house.
She leaves the door wide open for me, so I step inside and look around but don’t find her. I hear footfalls above my head, so I take the stairs two at a time. I find Taylor standing in the middle of her bedroom, the overhead light on, along with the two lamps on the nightstands. She’s standing in the middle of the room with a bunch of scarves in her hands.
“Come here,” she demands, so I walk to her and stop when my toes meet hers. “Don’t move a muscle unless I tell you to.”
I raise my eyebrows, ready to challenge her, but I like where this is going, so I let it go. Taylor tosses the scarves so they hang over the footboard, then she slips her hands under my suit coat and pushes it off my shoulders. Doing exactly what she said, I stand stock still, letting her make the moves. As my coat hits the floor, she loosens my tie, pulling the knot until it’s completely undone, but leaves it hanging around my neck. She then goes for the top button of my shirt, slowly slipping it through the hole. She moves on to the next and the next until my shirt is lying open. She pushes it off my shoulders then halfway down my arms, trapping them slightly behind my back.
Taylor gives me a devilish look from under her lashes, her lips tipped up on one side, then leans forward and flicks my hard nipple with her tongue before she crosses my chest and does the same to the other. She wraps her arms around my back, grabs my shirt at the waist, and pulls it out of my pants until it’s completely free. I watch her fingers dance across the muscles of my abdomen before going around my pecs then over my shoulders.
Taylor walks around my half-naked body, dragging her pointer finger across the bare flesh of my stomach and back, just above my belt. The touch ignites my skin with excitement as I wonder what she’s going to do next. When she reaches my front again, she grabs my belt buckle and works the strap free before forcefully pulling it from my pants. I give her a surprised look but don’t say anything. I don’t want to take a second away from her fun. After pushing the button through the hole, she lowers the zipper and lets my pants fall to my ankles.
“Take off your shoes,” she demands, making me want to snark back, but I just kick my shoes off like she asked. “Good, now step out of your pants.”
Again I do as I’m told and step forward, closing the few inches of space between us. Taylor gives me the same devilish look then hooks her arm through mine, moving around my right side and taking me with her. When my back is to the footboard of the bed, she pushes me back until I bump into the cold metal frame.
“Hop up,” she says with a smirk, challenging me to defy her.
But I go one step further and drop my boxers before I do what I’m asked. Now totally naked, I sit at the end of Taylor’s bed with my feet hanging over the footboard. Taylor moves around to the side then puts a knee on the mattress, climbing up with me. She takes her position
behind me, wrapping her arms around my neck while leaning in to bite my earlobe.
“Slide back enough for you to lie down, then put your arms up,” she orders, moving out of my way.
Doing what I’m told, I drag my body across the bed so there’s enough room to stretch my legs out. Taylor’s to my right, waiting for me to take my position. Once I’m comfortable, I look back at her, letting her know I’m ready for whatever’s coming next.
“Grab the headboard and don’t let go until I tell you to, got it?” She looks into my eyes for confirmation. “I’m going to use the scarves on your ankles. I want you to touch me, but only when I say so.”
Remaining silent, I nod then grip the bars above my head. Taylor hops off the side of the bed, going to the foot to secure my ankles. She strips down to her thong and bra, way too fast for me to enjoy, then lifts herself onto the bed by going over the footboard. Straddling my left leg, Taylor bends at the waist, her face closing in on my stomach. Her tongue traces the bulges of my abs up to the dip between my pecs.
Shifting, she separates her legs more, throwing one on each side of my waist. Her thong-covered pussy rubs against my aching dick. I watch as Taylor leans over my torso, bringing her mouth to the center of my chest. She places a kiss over my heart then moves down, sucking and licking and tracing each one of my abs as she moves. She slides her ass down my legs as she goes, separating hers farther.
When my dick hits the bottom of her chin and she lifts her head, giving me the sexist smirk I’ve ever seen, I know I’m either going to love what's coming next or regret that she talked me into this. But as the thought crosses my mind, she takes the throbbing head of my cock between her lips and sucks hard enough to drive me wild. I can’t help the grunt that slips from my lips, which also gets Taylor’s attention.
Looking up at me from under her lashes, Taylor slowly lowers her mouth around my shaft. I feel the softness of her tongue trace the thick vein pulsing from the pressure of her mouth. Her head bobs three times. With each downward motion, my hips want to lift off the bed and ram my cock down her throat, but I manage to stay still. What I’m not expecting is when she lifts her head, removing me from her mouth completely. I give her a surprised look as she smiles, biting her lower lip. Thinking she’s going to get back to torturing me, I’m not ready when she grips my cock tightly then slides herself back up my legs.
“Keep your hands on the headboard,” she reminds me then lets go, reaching over to her nightstand to grab a condom from the drawer. After pinching the foil packet between her teeth, Taylor slides her hands to where her thong ties together at her hips. She pulls the strings, releasing the sides, then slips the fabric out from between us.
The sensation of the lace running up the underside of my dick feels almost like sandpaper compared to her mouth, so I squint to let her know I need her to move along. Once she’s free, Taylor grabs the condom wrapper tearing it open, then slowly rolls it over my throbbing cock. She then circles her small hand around my shaft and lines it up with her entrance. When she slams down, I’m ready, thrusting my hips up to meet her. I grip the metal of her bed harder, tightening my leg and back muscles as she rolls her hips, creating friction that I can see is driving her to where she wants to be, but it’s frustrating the hell out of me.
“I need to…” I try to spit out, but Taylor lifts herself and slams back down onto me. “Babe, I need to move you.”
“Grab my hips,” she pants. “I’m so close.”
Like a bolt of lightning, I slap my hands on her hips. I begin to lift her up and slam her back down, thrusting my hips up like a jackhammer.
“Oh god,” her voice vibrates from the speed of my thrusts.
“Touch yourself,” I grunt. “Make your pussy grab me like it’s going to eat my cock.”
Without a word, she does as I ask, lifting one hand from where she’s pushing against my chest to the apex of her thighs. The movement prohibits me from seeing my cock piston in and out of her, but I don’t care; I need to feel her squeezing me.
“That’s it, babe, squeeze me as tight as you can.”
Complying, she tightens her pussy in the way that drives me wild.
“Uh, fuck yes, I love when you do that,” I groan.
She moans my name and it sounds like heaven. “I’m, oh god, harder.”
Slamming into her as hard as I can, I feel her clench my cock, then she drops her arms back to my shins to ride out her orgasm. Taylor holds on so tight, I’m sure she’s digging holes into my flesh while her pussy holds on to my dick.
“Uh, babe,” I groan, feeling my body tense as I blow my load. My legs, abs, and arms tense as shudders rip through my body. “So, good.”
As the last shock waves shake through me, Taylor sits up, her hands going back to my chest, and she latches onto my lips, kissing me with all of the energy left inside her. Her tongue darts into my mouth, circling and stroking mine. She breaks away panting, then drops on top of me.
“Holy shit,” she say between breaths. “That was fucking amazing.”
“Yeah, it was. I think you should play cowgirl more often.” I swat her ass.
“Hey,” she retorts then bites my shoulder.
“Up, babe.” I tap her ass again, lighter this time. “I have to get rid of this condom.”
“Are you sure it’s even on your cock? Because I’m pretty sure you blew it up into me with how hard you were hammering.”
A chuckle escapes my mouth. “You might be right. I’m going to apologize ahead of time, just in case you’re sore tomorrow.”
“If I am, it’ll remind me of what we did. Then I’ll probably need a cold shower,” she adds then rolls off of me to the side. “Let me untie your feet.”
“Nah, you stay here. I can get them.” I sit up to undo the knots she put in the scarves.
“Are you staying tonight?” Taylor asks on the verge of sleep.
“Not tonight. I have an appointment tomorrow at eight, so I have to be up early. Plus, I don’t want to wake you up when I go.”
“You’re so good to me,” she says dreamily.
“Sleep, babe,” I suggest as I roll off the side of the bed. Leaning down, I kiss her on the mouth then the forehead. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And I will—right after I sign the lease to my new apartment.
Taylor
The sound of the doorbell makes me stabby, especially when it’s ringing over and over at eight o’clock on a Saturday morning. Who the fuck wakes someone this early on their day off? I groan, rolling from the middle of my warm, comfortable bed to fling my feet over the side. Standing, I move to my closet and grab the satin robe from the hook on the door, wrapping it around my shoulders before heading downstairs.
After flipping the deadbolt, I yank the door open to find a rough-looking Casey. “You have got to be fucking kidding me. I was sleeping, you know.” I hold the storm door open so she can duck inside.
“I’m sure you were. I was too, but Josh had to work this morning and I felt weird being at his place by myself.”
“I thought he had roommates?” I ask, walking toward the kitchen.
“He does, but it’s weird to be there with them when my boyfriend isn’t.”
“Okay, so you thought coming here and waking me up was a good idea?”
“I wasn’t going to if Reid’s Jeep was in the driveway, but since it’s not. I thought what that hell.”
“Make some coffee. I have to pee,” I tell Casey then disappear around the corner into the bathroom.
“So where is Reid anyway?” she yells loud enough for me to hear through the door as she bangs around in my kitchen.
“He had an appointment this morning, and unlike your boyfriend, he didn’t want to wake me up when he left.”
“How considerate of him. So he leaves you here to sleep by yourself?”
“Not like I haven’t slept alone before,” I call back, finishing up so we can have this conversation face to face. “What’s the big deal anyway?”
“He had something going on. It’s not like we’ve been seeing each other very long. So you’re right, it’s not a big deal.” Coming into the kitchen, I see Casey standing impatiently in front of the coffee maker, shaking the decanter as if that will make it fill faster. “Ya know, it goes slower if you watch it.”
“No, it doesn’t,” she replies before sticking her tongue out at me.
“So what’s up? Why did you interrupt my beauty sleep?”
“I just didn’t feel like going home and being by myself. Besides, I’m pretty sure you owe me a little something.” She gives me the Casey look.
Ignoring her baiting, I walk out of the kitchen to where I left my purse on the couch last night. Finding my wallet, I pull out five crisp twenty dollar bills, then I head back to the kitchen and slam the money on the island, next to the coffee cups Casey pulled out for us. “To be honest, I should have given this to you a week ago Thursday.”
“Ahhh! I knew it,” Casey pumps her arm in the air. “I knew you two were going to have wild monkey sex. So how was it? Does it really get better with age?”
“Um,” I say squinting my eyes, while raising a brow. “I think you’re confusing wine with sex.”
“So it doesn’t get better with age?”
“Oh my god!” I throw my arms out to the side, frustrated that she’s stuck on Reid’s age. “He could have been the thirty-nine-year-old virgin. Age has nothing to do with sexual expertise.”
She looks brokenhearted. “So it was bad? Are you coaching him? Is that why you did it again last night?”
“Actually,” I lean back against the counter, “The sex is amazing, the best I’ve ever had. Which is why we’ve done it every day this week.”
“So things are going somewhere between the two of you?”
With a shrug I answer, “I think so…”
“Tay, you’ve fucked him more than once. For you, that’s halfway to the altar.”
“Shut up, no, it’s not! You’re such an ass!” I reach over and push against Casey’s shoulder.