by Cara North
I laugh a hearty laugh and then finish us both on my own steam, using my own skill, adding a twist, a rock, sliding all the way to the tip, bouncing there until he is reaching for me. I lick my fingers on my right hand and I watch him watch me as I get myself off while riding him. “Come with me."
"Yes.” He nods. “I'm coming."
We end this ride with groans and twitches. I never take my eyes off, of him. He never takes his eyes off my fingers working my pussy. I move to get off him but he holds me there and pulls the fingers I used to stroke myself with to his lips. Licking them, tasting them. I love when he puts anything of mine to his mouth. He has the softest, sweetest lips I have ever kissed. And he does want to kiss me. I lean in and he eats at my mouth.
I taste, him, me, the wonderful combination of us both. We stay like that for a while. I sit up and look at him. He stifles a yawn. “Sleepy."
He works his jaw, “Little bit."
"Jaw hurt?” I rub my hands along his jaw line massaging those magnificent muscles that held out to eat pussy longer than any man had before.
He tilts his head to kiss my palm. “It will get stronger."
I laugh at this. “Too much stronger and I may be in trouble."
He makes a face and I know it is time to take the ring off. I move from him and pull the ring off. I toss it in the trash next to my bed. I know it was a disappointment to him. Fun while it lasted but unable to go the distance. “Want some cookies?"
"Love some."
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The Chain
"Two men.” I say this as we are walking along the creek near my house. “I have never been with two men. I don't mean that I want to be with two men now, just that I have always wondered what it would be like to have two men to cater to me."
"I completely understand. I may not know a lot about novelties, but I have been with two women. The only problem with women is that I am equipped with only one cock.” He holds my hand and we keep walking. At a distance, one might think we are discussing the weather. “But you are a woman and you could technically have up to three men at one time if you choose, but I am glad to hear you top out at two."
"Because three would make it more whorish of me or because two would make it less whorish of me?” I joke.
"Hey, don't do that.” He stops and pulls me to face him. “You told me something personal, don't make it sound dirty. It's not. You're a beautiful woman and you are entitled to your fantasies."
I love him in this moment. Adam had always made me feel guilty in one way or another about my job, about sex, about my lack of family values. I didn't want to get married, I don't want kids. I just want to live a happy life, my life. “So what is your fantasy Jacob Brandon?"
"I want to make a video.” He shrugs. “But I am scared to death to do it, especially after the Colin Ferrel thing leaked. I mean I'm not exactly Tommy Lee here, but even if I were, I wouldn't want it broadcasted to the world. It would be something for me..."
"You don't have to explain it, I understand.” I look up at him and then tiptoe up to kiss him. I don't know when he is leaving, I don't care. I just want to enjoy him while he is here in hiding, with me, while he is mine.
"You know what else I want to do?” He keeps me close to him. “I want to do it outside."
"Here?” I ask, but I am already reaching for his shorts.
"Now."
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Dontcha Wish Your Boyfriend Was Hot Like Mine
"This sucks.” He winces as I dab the swollen flesh with ointment.
"You're the one who rolled on it.” I am grateful he is not allergic to bee stings or else we would both be in a lot of trouble right now. I don't know any of his personal information to tell a doctor. Fortunately, it is just swollen like a normal sting. As it is, I have pulled out the stinger and have doctored up the spot.
"It itches.” I smack his hand as he reaches back to scratch it.
"Don't scratch it.” I warn and put a bandage over it to hopefully keep him from doing just that.
Jacob pulls up his shorts and boxers at the same time. The bee stung him right on the ass. Fortunately, it was after he thoroughly wore me out in the back yard, but still. I must say there is starting to be something to the older woman younger man philosophy. I am thirty and he is only twenty-seven but I must say, in comparison, he has more energy than the guys I dated as a teen. He is insatiable. I am loving every minute of it. I am greed personified. The thought of his hands on my ass as he lifted me against the tree just makes me want to jump his bones again. My body however is in need of a break. Never has it been worked over and wrung out like this. I sit on the couch and he scratches his ass through shorts for a second then stops and holds up both hands when he sees my face. He makes the saddest, sweetest face in the entire world and I melt. “Come sit with me."
He cuddles up to me on the couch, and I turn the television on. This is not something we have done. In the past few days, we have fucked all over the house, outside the house, and have had a pretty good time during the day. At night, he goes to his bed and I go to mine. The afternoon has worn us both out, I lay back, he lets his weight rest on me, his head between my breasts and as I look at the television, he falls asleep.
I spend an entire movie like this. Stroking his hair, enjoying how soft it is to touch. I run a wandering hand down his spine and back to his neck. There is nothing sexual in this touch, and that is why I stop doing it. I cannot let him in. I will not let him in. It will take more than a really hot, super sweet celebrity to break through my defenses.
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It Takes Two to Make a Thing Go Right
"I'll be back in a few hours.” He tells me and leaves. I don't have any idea where he is going, it is a surprise. I take the precious hours alone to do some work. I am inundated with e-mails and I have not been sorting or responding as often as I know I should. I have more to talk about to my readers yet I hope they can't read between the lines and see my personal experiences. I don't bother with any questions about the celebrity interview. My boss wants me to do more of that, but I don't want to travel right now. I want to stay here in my house with my own little secret and get to the rest of the movie star population later, when he's gone for good. I admit to myself briefly that I wish he would stay, but I know in my heart he will go.
I get a lot of work done. I also receive the shipment of clothing from the catalogue my boss was talking about. I laugh at the costumes, I am sure Jacob will enjoy them. I had just put them away in my room when I heard the door open downstairs.
He is home ... well he is back.
"Sonja,” He calls. “Honey, I'm home."
"Did you bring me something good?” I ask as I head down the stairs.
"I'll let you be the judge of that.” He says as I step into my kitchen and see exactly what he is talking about.
"Hi.” He says, “I'm Henry."
I gulp. I stammer. I don't know what to do with myself.
"I'll get jealous if you don't say something soon.” Jacob smiles at me. I suck air into my lungs.
"I just, you're the only reason I watch...” I am star struck. Not the same as I was with Jacob, I don't want to drop to my knees. Well, that isn't entirely true. I do, but I won't.
He blushes and thanks me.
"So you need a place to put your things right?” I ask and he nods. Unlike Jacob who dropped his bags in the kitchen, Henry held onto them. I wonder if he knows why he is here. I wonder if I really know why he is here. Have I become some form of celebrity rehab center? A place for them to hide out? I think about this as I show Henry to his room. “How long are you here for?"
"I don't know. We just wrapped the season finale and I need the break. Jake said he knew just the place to escape so I got on a plane and here I am.” He sat his bags on the bed and turned to look at me. “I hope you don't mind. He said you knew I was coming, but I can see clear as day you didn't."
"It's more
than fine.” I reassure him because it is. Hell I may have to start charging rent ... no, if I fuck him that would make me a hooker. I like them visiting for free where I can touch and ogle and ... “Are you hungry?"
"Yeah.” He smiles.
We start walking downstairs and I can't resist. “Can you tell me the end ... no, don't I want to watch it."
I am a fan and I don't care that he knows it.
"I wouldn't tell anyways, I hate spoilers.” He says.
I love his voice. In the show he has an accent but that is what I now know is good acting. I had no idea he wasn't actually English, or is he acting now? “Is this your real voice or are you really from England?"
He laughs, “This is me. I spent a lot of time with a dialogue coach to get that sound and I am glad to know it fooled someone."
"Say hello governor.” I ask as we reach the bottom of the stairs. Though it isn't appropriate for the time period of the show he is on, I wanted to hear it.
"Ello Govna."
I am delighted, I am turned on, and I am feeling like a sick—sick person when I see my Jacob setting the table. I am guilty. I am bad. What am I thinking? Jacob didn't bring Henry here to fuck me. He invited a friend to a safe, quiet place. But oh my, I could sure think of a few things I would like to do to him. I volunteer to cook us dinner and let them catch up. Apparently, they have known each other a long time but don't get to see each other very often due to their schedules. In and out of the kitchen door, I catch bits and pieces of their conversation. In and out of my own thoughts, I watch them through the window, I compare the contrast of their skin tones, hair, eyes, fingers, and I am getting very hot, and very wet. I pull myself from naughty thoughts and catch part of their conversation as I pass by them and to the sink again. They are talking about Henry's place.
Henry has a flat in Italy, they do a lot of the filming on location and he spends a lot of time in England and everywhere between. Jacob talks about the scripts he has with him. News to me, as I imagined he went to his room and passed out from my sexual prowess, certainly I went to my room and slept like the dead after a day with him.
Feeling like I should be on the next Iron Chef episode thanks to these steak kabobs I waltz in and place two hearty plates before my handsome guests. Jacob looks at the plate then over to Henry. Henry makes a face. I am afraid to ask but I do anyways, “What?"
"I'm a vegetarian.” Henry looks at me.
"Shit!” I stomp my foot.
"I'm just kidding.” They laugh. “You were right; she does have a potty mouth."
"You ... that was an awful thing to do to me.” I cross my arms and feign offense. They got me and I know this is setting the tone for the visit. I better be on my toes around these two.
"I'm sorry.” Henry stands and grabs my hand. “Here, take my place I'll go get the other plate."
I try to resist but he tugs me over and holds out the chair. As he leaves to get the plate, I get my first moment alone with Jacob.
"What do you think?” He asks me.
"About what?” There are so many things I could be thinking in this moment how could I possibly know how to answer him.
"Henry.” He whispers his name.
I shrug. He nods as if he has me all figured out and says, “I thought so."
"You thought what?” Henry asks as he re-enters the room.
My cheeks flush, heat is creeping down my neck and I am afraid of what Jacob may say next. “Sonja volunteered to read scripts with us later. I told you she wouldn't mind."
"Really?” Henry looks at me and I can't say no to those hopeful chocolate eyes. He is darker than Jacob, about the same height, but with darker brown hair and sinfully chocolate brown eyes that have just a hint of gold to them at the center.
"Of course.” I agree, “But not if you guys are going to be mean to me."
"It was Jake's idea.” Henry pointed to Jacob and took a bite of steak. “I told him it wasn't funny."
"Thanks.” Jacob rolls his eyes at Henry and gives me that playful look.
"Why do you call him Jake?” I ask.
"That's his name.” Henry looks at me. “You know Jacob is his pseudonym right? Thanks to that other famous Jake, who actually is a Jacob, he had to take on a stage name."
"You're one to talk Henry Duke, I mean Holloway.” Jacob shrugs. “So Sonja, is that your real name?"
"Yeah actually it is. I wasn't clever enough to think to change anything, much to my parents chagrin.” They are both looking at me and I smile. “Sonja Love is my name; honestly, you can look at my driver's license."
"I wanna see it.” Jacob says.
"Me too.” Henry agrees.
"Fine.” I leave the last few bites on my plate, I can't eat them anyways. When I return the remnants of my dinner is gone and two grown men look like chipmunks with full jaws, pointing at each other as the criminal. “God help me."
I hand over my license. The face Jacob makes is priceless. His blue eyes lift to look at me. “You're thirty?"
I nod.
"No way.” Henry now inspects the plastic identification that tells the truth. My last name is Love, and I am thirty. I feel like I am at a Mrs. Robinson meeting and should announce myself. Hello, I'm Sonja Love, and I am infatuated with two twenty-something celebrities. The other Mrs. Robinsons would reply in kind, hi Sonja.
"You look younger, like our age.” Jacob looks at the driver's license once more then passes it back to me.
"She is our age, you jerk.” Henry shakes his head. “I apologize for Jake, he obviously can't count. You are only three years older than him and only one older than me."
"You had to throw in that your older than me didn't you?” Jacob looks at Henry. Something passes between them. Some non-verbal man message I can't read. “I didn't mean anything by it, Sonja. I just thought I was older than you, that's all."
I wonder why in the world he thought he was older than me. Then I realized why, because in all the games we had played in the past week, aside from the blowjob in the elevator at the hotel, he had been the initiator. He had led me into everything and I followed. It wasn't because I didn't know what I wanted; it was because it was easy to do. Jacob is a natural leader.
"No offense taken.” I sit back down at the table. “Now if either of you had said anything about my weight, there would have been dishes broken, but you chose wisely."
"Oh no, not a girl moment.” Jacob puts his head in his hands. “Please don't tell me you have any weight issues, especially after ... scratch that. Just don't go there."
"Okay.” I agree and we both turn pink in the face.
Henry looks from one of us to the other. I do the same looking at them. Jacob looks at me. At least he is looking at me as I am looking at him. “So what now, boys?'
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Can I get a What-What
We stayed up watching movies and laughing that night. Tired from the flights, Henry turned in early. Tired from the excitement I did the same. I don't know when Jacob went to bed, he wanted to finish the movie. All I know is that the next day, we had a blast. I feel comfortable with both of them. Maybe that is how I got into my current situation.
My living room has been turned into a night club. A seedy joint that plays dance music. It is tough to stay in character and not shake my ass like I want to. They have no problem running lines to decide if this is something either of them would be interested in. I am supposed to be Henry's chick, since this is a script sent to Jacob and he is alone in this scene. I don't have much of a part, and that is fine with me. The lights are turned low, and the strobe light I used one year for Halloween is providing even more ambiance to the scene. I can almost believe I am in another place, another time.
In fact, I really start to get lost in the music and despite my effort to remain standing still and waiting for my line; I am moving in time slightly, then more, until Jacob stops talking.
How long he had stopped talking, I have no idea. By the time I noticed, they
were both looking at me and I was in the middle of a nice, down south, booty bumpin move.
I stop because I feel a hand on my waist.
"Don't stop.” He says and the music gets louder.
Henry has upped the volume and downed the rest of the lights. The strobe provides flashes of them moving. It is set to the beat therefore the time between darkness and light depends on the song.
The hand on my waist belongs to Jacob. He moves in time with me and gets closer and closer. At some point, his free hand motions off to the side and I know he has invited Henry to join when I feel the presence of him behind my back. My heart thrums, I gulp, this is it. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I'm going to have them both. Nelly Furtado's Say it Right comes on next and we all slow down.
I am the peanut butter to this sandwich. Stuck to Jacob, but missing something.
I feel Jacob's hand leave me then it returns placing Henry's hand where his was. In the stream of light I see his face moving across my shoulder, I feel Henry press closer and I turn my head to see what they are doing.
For an instant, my heart thunders and think I have made a grave mistake. I think they may actually kiss. For a flash of a second I wonder what it would be like if they did. Then I see Jacob clearly in the next stream of light and he is talking into Henry's ear. In the darkness, he pulls me closer and tells me in my ear. “You have to make the move. He doesn't think you want him."
I pull my head back. Flabbergasted at his audacity. In the next flash of light, Jacob is smiling at me. Shock is clear on my face I am sure. He simply leans in and kisses me. He pulls me closer, I feel his hardness and I am softening to him. He leaves my lips and slowly, very slowly and purposefully, turns me around. Jacob isn't afraid of my ass. He holds me tight, and keeps his rhythm. Henry on the other hand has barely adjusted his hands.
"He's my best friend in this world, So', if I could make all of your fantasies come true, this is the only man I could share you with. But you must make the move.” He nips my earlobe. “It's okay. He hasn't done this before either."