by Marilyn Lee
That was nice but I wanted more. I reached down to push his fingers farther inside me.
He responded by thrusting them deeper.
“Oh…yes…” I pinched my nipples and widened my stance. I could feel his hard cock nestled between my nether cheeks and I needed to feel it thrusting up into my aching pussy. “I need you inside me.” When he made no move to accommodate my wishes, I reached between my legs to grip his cock.
It was hard, thick, and dripping pre–cum—in other words, ideal. I was in the mood for a long, leisurely shower fuck. I bent my knees and pressed the head against the bottom of my slit. “Slide it in me slowly, lover,” I instructed. “I want to savor every inch going in.”
He had other ideas. Sucking the side of my neck, he gripped my waist and thrust his hips forward.
I gasped in delight as his cock head pushed past my wet outer lips and powered up into my pussy. “Oh, hell, yeah! Give it all to me, lover.”
He jerked my hips back, sending his cock deeper inside me.
I moaned and rotated my ass against his groin. “Give me every inch.”
He complied. When he was firmly inside me, he gripped my hips and fucked me with hard, rough thrusts.
“Oh, yes. That’s it…you’re giving it to me just as I like it,” I moaned, loving the way he filled me. His cock felt so good slicing in and out of my pussy I thought I was in heaven.
He slid his big hands up my body to massage my breasts. He did it slowly, as if he really enjoyed palming them.
“Oh…you feel so good inside me…so good.” The combination of the warm water and the hard cock powering into me provided a wonderful thrill. There are few things more delicious than having a hard, thick cock inside me while my body is wet with traces of bath oil.
“I’m almost there. Make me come, lover.”
He slid his hands down my body, over my belly. Gliding his palm lower, he fucked me deeper and rubbed his thumb over my clit.
I moaned softly, feeling the muscles of my stomach rippling. I tightened myself around his cock.
He responded by fucking me faster and deeper.
I could feel the tension in his body and knew each upward thrust of his hot shaft drove us both closer to coming. I was only moments away from release…just a few more thrusts and I’d blow apart and come rivers over his cock.
“Harder…deeper…fuck me,” I moaned. “I’m so close…so close…oh…God…dig it in deeper…harder…hurt me, lover…take my pussy and make it yours…all yours…only yours…oh, hell yeah!”
Tightening his grip on my hips, he slammed his groin against me, making my ass jiggle and my toes curl. I reached back to slide my hands over his tush. I loved feeling the taut muscles in his ass clench and unclench as he fucked me with all the passion and furor of a man possessed. A man possessed by the need to shoot his cum up into my unprotected pussy.
“Fuck me harder, lover, and then fill me with your seed!” I moaned, feeling my inner thighs shake as they did when I was close to a really powerful orgasm. Then he hit my g–spot, pinched my nipples, and flicked my clit.
I shuddered and blew apart into tiny, very happy pieces, my entire body shaking with the intensity of my release.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and fucked me into a frenzy until he groaned against the side of my neck, and blasted his seed into my receptive pussy.
I had to reach out to grip the grab bars inside the shower to remain on my feet. I felt his hand gripping the bar beside mine as he continued coming in me. Sheer, delicious wonder.
Feeling sated by my powerful climax, I moaned softly and peeled myself off his cock. I turned and leaned my forehead against the shower door, breathing hard as the water continued to cascade over us.
I was ready to dry off and climb into bed to sleep. I soon discovered he had other ideas.
He turned me around and positioned me against the shower door.
I kept my eyes closed, wanting to enjoy the sweet after effects of our first fuck before we both had to face the consequences of having fucked without protection. I also wanted to savor the delight of knowing I was full of his cum.
Even as I told myself I wouldn’t allow this to happen again without protection, he leaned close and kissed me gently.
I parted my lips, eager to have him French kiss me.
He placed his hands on the shower door and leaned into me.
“Oh…yes…yes.”
Crushing my breasts against his chest, he swept his tongue between my lips and into my mouth, deepening the kiss.
Unable to resist the sweet heat rising in my belly and making my pussy ache for his cock again, I ran my hands down his back. Even though his ass was on the flat side, it was nice enough.
I parted his cheeks so I could finger his tight asshole.
“Shit!” He dragged his mouth from mine. Reaching between our bodies, he gripped his cock.
I tensed and then trembled with need.
“Give it to me,” I whispered.
He obliged, pushing the head of his shaft into me.
“Oh…God!” I shuddered. “Give it all to me, lover. “
He obeyed, driving his hard length up into me with one wicked movement.
My belly rippling with pleasure, I tightened my hands on his ass. I ground my hips against his so I could feel every inch of the hot, thick dick fucking me.
He bent his head and sucked the tip of my left breast into his mouth.
I dug my nails into his ass, humping myself on him. “Do it to me,” I encouraged.
As he fucked me, he flicked the rough edge of his tongue around my nipple.
Oh, hell, yeah. I fucked myself on his naked cock. “Oh…God…yes…yes…fuck me, lover. Fuck me hard and fast…fuck me.”
He dragged his mouth from my left breast, which allowed him to feast on my right breast. As he sucked me, he continued sliding in and out of my drenched pussy with hard, short strokes.
Nice. So damned nice. He pushed me to the point of orgasm quickly. I moaned and came all over his thrusting cock.
He came several moments later, jetting his seed deep into me again. Then he leaned against me with his lips brushing my neck.
I stroked my hands over his hair.
He lifted his head.
Feeling totally sated, I opened my eyes. My smile froze as I found myself staring into Jarrod’s brown eyes. Jen’s Jarrod’s brown eyes. His cock was still in me.
“Oh, my God!” I jerked away from him. “What are you doing?”
He jerked me back against him, cupping his hands over my ass. “What does it feel like I’m doing? I’m about to fuck you again.”
“No! We can’t!”
“Of course we can.” Smiling down at me, he reached between our bodies to brush his finger against my clit and wet slit.
“Oh…please…no.”
“Once more won’t matter,” he said and thrust his cock back into me.
“No!” I tried to pull away but he held me close and fucked me hard and deep with such heat and passion that my thighs shook. Before I could stop myself, I was clutching him close and was soon fucking him back. If Jen couldn’t keep him happy, then I would.
I squeezed my pussy around him until he groaned and came. Then I held him close, stroking my hands over his back and ass.
He kissed my neck and finally pulled out of me. “What the hell are we going to do about Jen?”
I sat up abruptly, my cheeks burning with heat and guilt. I glanced wildly around. I was still outside sitting on the porch swing. My heart pounded and I was wet. I took a slow, deep breath. Oh, God. This was not going to work. I had to get back to L.A. or at least out from under the same roof with Jarrod before I did something completely unforgivable.
I rose and hurried back into the house. Rushing up to the guest room, I lay tossing in bed for what felt like hours before I finally fell asleep, only to dream about Jarrod and I fucking like bunnies on the kitchen counter over and over until Jen walked in and caught us—just as
he pulled out of me.
Feeling betrayed by my thoughts, I got out of bed, took a cool shower and then sat in the chair by the window until I started nodding. Only then did I climb back into bed. Oh, God, please don’t let me have anymore erotic dreams of Jarrod. Please.
A knock on the door woke me in the morning.
I groaned in protest, rolled onto my back, and reluctantly sat up. “Yes?”
The guest bedroom door opened.
Jen, dressed in a dark pantsuit with a pretty pink silk blouse, waltzed into the room, carrying a tray. “Morning, Lin.”
I felt as if I’d just closed my eyes. I glanced at the bedside clock. 7:08. “Morning, already?” I groaned.
“Yep.” She sat the tray on the nightstand. “I’m off to my job interview.”
“Are things okay, Jen?”
“Yes. Why do you ask?”
“I thought you didn’t need to work.”
“I don’t. I love being a full time Mom, but the twins will be starting kindergarten in the fall. There won’t be any need for me to be home all day while they’re in school.”
“Oh.”
“Jarrod has some errands to run so you’ll be going solo until I return.” She sat on the side of the bed. “So you’ll stay?”
Recalling that erotic fantasy and dream of the previous night, I knew what I had to do, for the sake of my friendship with Jen and for the sake of my self–esteem. But I didn’t want to cast a pall over her job interview. I smiled.
She sighed in relief, clearly misinterpreting my smile.
I felt guilty but remained silent. If she only knew how I lusted for Jarrod, she’d be only too happy to see me go.
She rose. “Great. Then I’ll see you later.” She nodded at the tray. “Eat, have a lazy morning, and we’ll make plans when I return.”
I nodded. “Sounds like a plan. Good luck with the interview.”
“Thanks, I’m so nervous I’ll need it.”
“I’m sure you’ll do fine, so go impress the hell out of your interviewer.”
“I will.” She flashed me a confident smile before leaving the bedroom.
I ate breakfast before I got up to shower and put on a sleeveless white sheath dress with sandals. After making a few phone calls, I spent the morning lying by the pool. It took an effort, but I refused to allow my thoughts to dwell on Jarrod.
Jen returned just after eleven, looking radiant.
I smiled. “The interview went well?”
She nodded. “It went very well. I got the job.”
“Way to go, girl.”
She smiled, kicked off her heels, and stretched out on the lounger beside mine. “Thanks.”
“Tell me about it,” I said.
“It’s only a part time job, which is all I want. When I got pregnant, Jarrod and I agreed I’d be a stay at home mom until the kids were about ten. My hours will be 10–2, which will allow me to see them off to school and be home when they get out of school.”
“Sounds perfect, Jen.”
“It is.”
“When do you start?”
“In two weeks. Until then I plan to enjoy my last days of laziness.” She unbuttoned her blouse and settled against her lounger. “So, what do you want to do for the rest of the day?”
I sighed and sat up. “How about lunch out?”
“You’re on.”
She changed into shorts and a sleeveless top, and we went to the mall to have lunch.
“You know we’ll be heading down to the shore on Friday, but how do you want to spend the next few days until then, Lin?” she asked while we lingered over coffee.
I shrugged. “Don’t feel you have to entertain me. I have my ebook reader loaded with books by my favorite authors. I’ll be perfectly content to lie around the pool reading until Friday.”
“Sounds like a plan. What time do you want to head to the shore on Friday?”
I sipped my coffee before I responded. “I have a flight back to L.A. Friday night.”
She blinked. “What? Why?”
I couldn’t bring myself to tell her about my fantasy. I shrugged. “I just think it’s best if I leave, Jen.”
“Will it make any difference if I promise not to ask you to tease Jarrod again?”
If I didn’t go, I just might discover I liked the idea of teasing him. And that was not going to happen. I shook my head.
“I didn’t mean to…I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, Lin.”
I nodded. “I know that.”
“I wish you’d change your mind.”
“I can’t, Jen.”
“Why not?”
“I just can’t.”
She sighed. “Okay. So we’ll just have to make the best of the days we have left.”
Her quick acceptance of my decision surprised and pleased me. Maybe we could enjoy the next few days and we’d still be friends when I returned home.
We spent the rest of the day shopping. I’m a bit of a shoe fanatic. I’ve rarely seen a pair of heels I could resist. I bought two pair of soft leather pumps, one in black and one in dark brown. Jen bought an exquisite pair of three–inch leather heels that made her long legs look even longer and lovelier.
We returned to Jen’s house just before six. Noting Jarrod’s car in the driveway, I steeled myself. The moment Jen opened the door, we were met with a heavenly aroma of simmering beef.
I stared at her. “Holy hell. He can cook?”
“Among other things.” She gave me a knowing wink.
I smiled, but secretly dreaded the thought of another long evening spent trying to make conversation with the two of them. But the evening went surprisingly well. Jen and Jarrod both went out of their way to make me feel comfortable. By the time we settled down to have coffee in the living room, I felt relaxed enough to laugh when Jen talked about some of our college exploits.
After a nightcap, I left them alone, cuddling on the loveseat and went up to the guestroom. I slept well that night and when I woke the next morning, Jarrod had gone to work and Jen and I made breakfast.
I smiled, looking forward to a day of girl talk.
We had a lazy afternoon swimming and talking about old boyfriends as we lay by the pool.
“Do you remember Tommy Conners?”she asked.
A picture of a skinny, shy blond with warm brown eyes danced into my head. I nodded. “Yes. We shared an English class together.”
“You know he had a thing for you, Lin.”
“You think? He never asked me out.”
“I think he was too shy and you were going out with Mark Howard.”
I shrugged. “Well, you snooze, you lose.”
“Would you have gone out with him if he had asked you?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. In high school I’d been more open to dating across racial lines than I later became.
“If you met each other again and he asked you out, would you go?”
What would he look like now? He’d almost certainly be bulkier and would probably be on the hunky side. “What brings on these questions about Tommy?” I sat up, frowning. “Have you seen him?”
“No. I was just wondering if you’d go out with him if he asked.”
I lay back down, closing my eyes. “Probably not,” I said.
“Why not?”
“No offense, Jen, but I’m happy dating black men.”
“So was I—until I met and fell for Jarrod.”
But despite my lust for Jarrod, I still preferred black men. “I say to each his own. Love whoever your heart falls for, but I can’t see settling down with anyone but a tall, dark, well–hung, handsome black man.”
“What if you meet one who is tall, well–hung, handsome, but not so black?”
I opened my eyes and turned to look at her. “As in Caucasian?”
“Maybe.”
“That’s not going to happen, Jen.” I closed my eyes, willing her to drop the subject.
She did, surprising me.
We doze
d for awhile, then I started dinner while she spent half an hour on the phone talking to the twins.
When Jarrod came home, we had dinner and drinks on the patio.
The drinks mellowed me. I watched Jen and Jarrod slow dance twice before he asked me to dance to a faster tune.
I agreed. Of course he couldn’t really dance, but no one was perfect.
I had another drink and then went to bed. Thankfully I slept soundly all night.
Chapter Four
By dinner on Wednesday night, I was at the point of reconsidering my decision to return to L.A. early when I came down to dinner and found a fourth place set. An exquisite lace cloth graced the table, along with beautiful candles and sparkling crystal.
Jen, dressed in a simple, but chic, low–cut black dress, looked stunning. She looked up from lighting candles to smile at me. “Lin, you look great.”
I glanced down at the mauve colored, two–piece silk dress I wore. The bodice cupped my breasts while the loose skirt twirled around my calves as I moved in my three–inch black heels. The dress had what I considered a slimming effect. I pivoted. “You like?”
“Yes.” She nodded toward the door where I still stood. “Jarrod has a drink waiting for you in the living room.”
I glanced at the fourth place setting. Recalling our conversation about Tommy Conner, I hesitated. It might be interesting to see what kind of man he’d become. “Who’s joining us?”
“Grant.”
I frowned; almost disappointed it wasn’t Tommy Conner. “Grant? Grant who?”
“Jarrod’s cousin. The one you have to meet.”
The one I had no desire to meet. Great. “I’m not interested in a blind date, Jen. You know that.”
“It’s not a date, blind or otherwise.”
“Isn’t it?” I challenged. I’ve never had a problem landing my own dates and got annoyed when people felt the need to play matchmaker on my behalf.
“He’s here for dinner—period.” She finished lighting the candles before she crossed the room to link an arm through mine. “He’s just here because he loves Jarrod’s cooking.”
I squinted at her. “Really?”
“Okay, that’s not the only reason he’s here, but this is not a date—unless, of course, you want it to be.”