by Fiona Zedde
“I’m here. Now what?”
The tease. But Dez knew how to get what she wanted eventually, even when she was flat on her back and feeling lazy and horny at the same time. Her hands traveled the length of Victoria’s back, cupped the ass in their panties and pulled her up and closer. Perfect. The breasts came, all her warm skin came, snuggling against her face and she licked the brown sugar swells of flesh. She took the nipple between her teeth, heard Victoria moan above her, softly, reluctantly even. Dez loved breasts. It was her shame and her delight. Everywhere she went she stared like a schoolboy at half-mast at all the breasts that bounced, jiggled, swayed, and sailed by. After all these years of looking, she just might have found the perfect pair. Her mouth made hungry suckling noises as it explored its newly found treasure.
Victoria tossed her head back and hummed in pleasure as her entire body vibrated above Dez. Her smile was pure temptation. Dez maneuvered off the black panties, then sighed, riding happily through the feeling that all the rewards of heaven were heaped on her. Victoria made herself more comfortable, kneeling over her, offering her breasts to Dez’s mouth and her wide open pussy, wet and succulent, to her hands. But she didn’t touch it, she was having too much fun watching Victoria’s arousal and the groans she made from just having her breasts played with. So damn beautiful.
It didn’t take long for her to realize what Dez was doing and take matters in her own hands, straddling her lover’s belly. She sat down and started rubbing her wetness on Dez’s hard belly. Her pussy was both soft and rough on Dez’s skin. She groaned from the distraction of wanting it on her mouth, to feel those bristly hairs under her nose, the slippery cuntflesh around her tongue. Victoria laughed and arched her back, pushing her breasts more into Dez’s face and sliding her pussy in long strokes on her belly.
“Do you know how badly I want to eat you right now?”
“Apparently not badly enough. Your mouth is in the wrong place.” She wiggled and slid up Dez’s body again. Her mouth went slack with sensation. Dez grabbed her ass cheeks, held them wide, and slid her fingers between her flesh and Victoria’s body. Victoria hissed as the fingers moved inside her.
“Yeah, it is.” But she liked to delay her own pleasures.
Instead she fucked Victoria slowly with her fingers, watching her move above her, hands anchored on Dez’s shoulders as she massaged her clit on Dez’s belly.
Her mouth went dry staring at this woman. At the deep inhalations that lifted her breasts to heaven, her face beatific in its concentration on pleasure, the black hair between the legs, the fat clit peeking out, intent on its mission of bliss. She could watch her all day and not get tired of the sight. Well, maybe not all day. She abruptly took her fingers away and, with a hand firmly on Victoria’s ass, flipped them over on the bed.
“I’m suddenly not so lazy anymore.”
She hitched Victoria’s knee high on her hip bone. Victoria chuckled, then arched her neck as Dez’s fingers slid inside her again, deeper. “Hm, I’m very happy to hear that.”
Then she couldn’t talk, she couldn’t seem to catch her breath, couldn’t stop coming with Dez fucking her, legs spread wide on the bed, Dez’s fingers in her mouth, sucking on them as her pussy sucked on the fingers of Dez’s other hand, pulling them deeper with each spasm. She floated down the peak of her come. Dez pulled her fingers from Victoria’s mouth now, dragged them down her chin, to her throat. Sweating and limp with hair clinging to her face and mouth, Victoria rolled over and stared at the ceiling. Dez’s heart beat deep and loud in her chest, keeping time with the throb between her legs. She wanted to touch again. She wanted to come again. But she loosened her thighs and leaned back in the bed to watch her lover instead. Her mouth was slack and full, beautiful in the aftermath of her orgasm. Dez had never seen a more desirable or delectable woman. Victoria stirred, then turned to look at her.
“Is it true what Derrick says about you?”
Dez watched her with lazy eyes. “It depends. What does my handsome and talented brother say about me?”
“That you . . .” she smiled, pressing the backs of her fingers to her mouth, and turned again in the sun. “That you’ve had many women, many ways. That there’s nothing you don’t know about sex.”
“Damn. I didn’t know I had it like that.” Dez had to laugh at her brother’s exaggeration. What was he doing speculating about her sex life anyway?
“I think he’s a little jealous of you sometimes. Even when you were away he couldn’t stop talking about you.”
“And my sex life, too, apparently.”
Victoria looked delicate and young, barely like the thirty-six-year-old that she claimed to be as she stared at Dez from behind the curtain of her hair. “I’ve never been very adventurous. The women I’ve been with have been a lot like Derrick, I’m a little ashamed to say.”
Not unexpected, though, Dez thought, tracing the fine skin over Victoria’s ribs with her thumb.
“They’ve been very reliable. Very sweet. Good in bed, but nothing—” she blushed. “—nothing to scream about.”
“And you think I’ll be any different?”
“So far, you have been.” She rolled over on her stomach and looked beyond Dez to the window. “You make me want to try things. Be different.”
Dez chuckled and ran her hands over her lover’s ass. “I can’t promise you anything new, baby. I can only be me.”
“That’s all I want. I just wanted you to know that you don’t have to hold back with me. I can take it, whatever you want.”
“Really? That’s not what you said to me the other night at the bookstore.”
“That was for our first time. It’s different now.”
Dez breathed in the knowledge of her surrender. It left a pleasant feeling in her, something tingling and warm that she didn’t want to look at too closely.
“All right. I don’t think that I’ll invite you into anything you can’t handle. But if I do, I want you to tell me to stop.”
“Of course I will.” Her tone was playful as she rubbed herself against Dez.
“I’m serious. Take a safe word. Please.” Dez tried to think of the least sexual thing to Victoria, something that even in the midst of pain, she would remember. “Veronique. That’s what I want you to say, if.” She gathered a handful of Victoria’s hair and gently forced her to meet her eyes. “Understand?”
Victoria quieted. “I understand. And what about you? What word will you use?”
Dez laughed. “I won’t need one. Anything you can dish out I can take.”
“Sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“No. Not really.” The truth surprised Dez into a moment of quiet. “Especially not where you’re concerned.”
“Good.” Victoria brushed her fingers along her sides, prompting another burst of laughter. She drew back, surprised. “You’re ticklish?”
“No.”
She tickled her again. Dez’s laughter erupted, uncontrollable and deep. She knew that at any moment she could stop Victoria, could clasp her wandering hands together and imprison them against her chest. But she enjoyed the feel of the full naked breasts against her own, the slide of her skin and effervescent laughter. Victoria proved herself to be merciful and ceased her tender torture. They lay close, each breathing heavily, legs tangled together. Dez kissed her slightly parted lips. “Cancer,” she breathed against her mouth. “My safe word is cancer.”
Chapter 19
“Sage isn’t half-bad,” Dez said, sizing up her friend as the smaller woman sauntered across Gillespie’s main stage, her Jamaican accent lost in the bluesy strains of “Me and Mrs. Jones.”
The lights sought out the tattoos curling up the side of Sage’s neck each time she turned her head. Like most things she wore, the black Armani suit and silk shirt fit her well, flowing over her muscles and taut skin.
“Shit. She’s fucking amazing.” Phil lounged back in her chair, arm spread out behind Dez as she watched her lover with a cat’s-creamed smi
le.
“I just can’t believe that you two are together.”
“Sometimes I can’t believe it either. She was right under my nose all these years and I had no idea,” Phil said.
The woman at a corner table in the club, the one who was the “Mrs. Jones” of the moment, flashed her gaze over Sage like the Jamaican woman was something forbidden, thus completely irresistible. Her man was oblivious.
“And this open relationship thing actually works for you?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t it?” Her friend looked at her in surprise. “I can have any woman I want, anytime. But I also have this gorgeous, sexy beast of a woman at home waiting for me every night. We only have one rule: If I call, she drops whatever sex thing going on and comes home. I do the same thing for her.”
“I think I’d be too jealous in something like that. I like to have exclusive rights to the pussy.”
“Which is why you and I aren’t fucking.”
Dez laughed. “Too right.”
Onstage, Sage slowly dropped to her knees, spreading her thighs wide and showing off the subtle bulge of her dick.
“She is so wicked.” Phil giggled and leaned closer to the stage. Her lover winked at her.
Sage didn’t sing often, but when she did she liked to do it onstage where everyone could see. If possible, she was even cockier in the spotlight, all strut and butch appeal, flirting with dykes and straight girls alike as her girlfriend watched and admired from her choice seat. Everyone at their table, and maybe others, knew that Sage had fucked the slim woman with the long legs and acres of hair weave. According to Mrs. Jones, it hadn’t been half-bad. She and Sage had taken her out for a long test drive together.
The final notes of the song tapered off amid the crowd’s enthusiastic applause. Sage grinned and tried to look humble. She and Phil smiled at each other across the crowded club and she rolled up her sleeves, laying bare tattoos and muscle and the shaky heterosexual status of some women in the place. Her next song was “Fever.”
Dez had to laugh. Sage was wicked, but that was one of the reasons she got so much pussy. She nodded at Rémi as her friend sat down. The club owner was working tonight, cultivating her exclusive clientele by sitting and chatting with some regulars and anyone she recognized as new at Gillespie’s. With a low sigh she dropped her hat in the middle of the table and stretched out her long legs.
“It’s nice and packed tonight,” Phil said.
“Like damn near every night.” Dez lifted her beer in a silent toast. “Excellent investment idea, man. Excellent.”
“Of course. Although sometimes it does get a little tiring.”
“Maybe if you weren’t up all night fucking, you’d feel more rested,” Dez grinned.
“Hm. Good point.”
Phil chuckled. “Very good point.” She briefly looked at the waitress who was setting down their various refills before turning her attention back to her girlfriend on the stage.
Dez salted the back of her hand and downed a shot of tequila. The liquor rubbed against the back of her throat as it went down smoothly like warm silk. She was taking it easy tonight. Beer and tequila, that was it. Her blood felt pleasantly fizzy and, while she wasn’t drunk, everything was very all right with the world. It had been almost a week since that amazing morning at Victoria’s house. Since then, they’d been together over a dozen times, whenever the bookstore owner could spare time in her schedule for a long, leisurely fuck. Dez didn’t quite like the idea of a quickie with her—everything with this one needed to be savored—but she wouldn’t rule out the idea if it was her only option.
“Oh, there’s a cute one,” Rémi nudged her. “I bet she likes to wrestle.”
She turned in her chair to look where Rémi had indicated with a jerk of her chin. Dez took in the bald head and tall lanky body just making its way into the club and nodded in agreement. Then she saw the woman’s face. Figures. Just her luck, the woman turned and saw Dez checking her out. Never one to back away from even a potential challenge, Dez winked and pursed her lips at Mick. She knew Victoria’s little friend wouldn’t appreciate the gesture, but what the hell?
“You know her?” Rémi asked.
“Something like that.”
Phil joined in the conversation. “Was it worth it?”
“Not really.” Especially not with the bullshit she put her through at the dinner party a few weeks ago.
“Too bad,” Phil said.
“Yeah.” Dez stood up. “I’m heading to the ladies’ room.
Be right back.”
Dez wove through the crowded club to the relative quiet of the back hallway leading to the bathroom. She felt a presence behind her but paid it little attention. As she hesitated at the left turn into the bathrooms, someone pushed her past the toilets to the vestibule farther down the hallway that led to the club’s back exit. Dez grunted as her back hit the wood-paneled wall. What the fuck?
“You don’t fool me, you little bitch.” Mick pressed against her, breath hot against Dez’s mouth. “Sniffing after Tori like you’re just filled with good intentions.”
“Obviously you don’t remember a thing about me.” Dez grinned. “I’m not ‘little’ anywhere.” She held her arms flat against the wood paneling of the hallway, not touching Victoria’s friend. “Go home to your girlfriend.” Dez moved her arms, a subtle demand for release, but Mick apparently wasn’t ready to leave.
“Why don’t you leave Tori alone? She’s a nice girl who deserves better than anything you have to offer.”
“I’m not in the mood for this.” Dez abruptly brought her thigh up, firmly between Mick’s legs. “Why are you all in my shit? Kavi not giving it to you good at home? Does she fuck you so good that it makes you cry? Like I did.” Rough breath jerked against her face as Mick twitched against her then backed away. Dez chuckled. “Mind your own fucking business, Michelle.” Then she shoved her off. The woman’s back hit the wall on the other side of the hallway, but she immediately bounced back and came for Dez.
“Don’t do it, little girl.” Her glance flickered down the hall with its steady trickle of female patrons trying not to look their way. “I won’t play nice with you this time.”
Mick stopped. Her eyes scraped Dez with a look, then she backed off, walking back down the hallway from where she came. Dez leaned back against the wall, looking after Victoria’s friend and watchdog with a frown. Women. Jeezus!
Chapter 20
“You are without a doubt the best fuck buddy I’ve ever had.” Victoria panted from the rumpled sheets.
Dez pushed herself off the bed and stood up. With not-quite-steady hands, she tucked in her shirt, pulled up her zipper, buckled her belt and smoothed the phantom wrinkles from her pants. “And you’ve had how many?” A smile misted across her mouth.
With her body bare and glistening from the sweat of their sex, Victoria lay beautiful and replete in her bed. The damp sprawl of her thighs exuded its tempting, briny scent, a scent that still lingered on Dez’s mouth and fingers. She licked her lips and something in that action reminded Dez of last night. She hadn’t bothered mentioning the scene with Mick at Gillespie’s to Victoria. If the bald-headed woman never said anything to her friend, why should she?
“Just you, but I’m very sure that you’d have been exceptional even if there had been twelve or twenty.”
“I’m flattered.”
“Don’t be. You know it’s the truth. You’re good at what you do.”
She stopped in the act of reaching for her keys on the floor. “You make me sound like a whore.”
“Nothing so common, love.” Victoria slid up the bed and collapsed against the pillows. “Never anything so common.”
Then she saw the look on Dez’s face. “What? Does that offend you? It shouldn’t.”
But Dez was. Granted she was the one who’d suggested this arrangement. And so far it was working out for them both. Sex nearly every day without the lurking specter of commitment and enough spicy encounters to
keep Victoria’s appetite for variety satisfied. But she didn’t sign on to be the disposable stud service. “It’s not simply about offense—” The doorbell interrupted whatever she was going to say next.
“Who on earth is that?” Victoria sat up in the bed. “I’m not expecting anybody.” She stood up and put on her robe. “Don’t go anywhere. I want us to talk about this.”
Dez watched her go. Victoria had called an hour earlier sounding urgent and sexy as hell, her voice low and rough. “I need you now.” She murmured something about her fingers and being wet, but Dez didn’t need to know any more. She was already cutting across three lanes of traffic and heading for Victoria’s house. She had been on the way to meet her mother and Derrick but called them quickly to let them know that she was going to be a few minutes late. Dez rang the doorbell, intrigued but hardly expecting Victoria to drag her inside, pull her pants down, her mouth already open to feast on her pussy. She hadn’t been surprised like that in a long time. And Victoria was very good, eating her pussy past the first orgasm into a second, then dragged her, with her pants still pooled around her ankles, to the bedroom. It was then that Dez took control, filling the drenched woman with three fingers and latching onto her clit with a dry mouth that hungered. And because she had come when she called, Victoria called her a whore.
She pocketed her keys and left the bedroom. Downstairs, Victoria stood in the hallway talking to her visitors. Her normally low and melodious voice was high with surprise.
“We can finish our conversation later,” Dez said, walking past her and two older women in the sunlit entranceway.
“Oh . . . um . . . don’t . . .” She cleared her throat. “Okay.
I’ll call you later on.”
“Did we interrupt something, darling?” one of the women asked.
“No, Mom—”
“Of course we did. We can just get a hotel or drive around for a while until you finish up here.” The second woman stared at Dez with open curiosity. When she saw that no one was going to begin introductions, she extended her hand. “I’m Delia, by the way, Victoria’s mamá. This is my wife, Veronique.”