by Bete Noire
Sloan put his drink aside and stood. “I’ll show you out,” he whispered, taking a step closer to her.
Diana wanted to take a step back but wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. As he neared, she stared at him, directly at him, and in a flash she knew she wasn’t going anywhere, except to her knees to swallow his cock. He stood just inches from her, tall and strong, but he didn’t touch her.
Finally, as she tried to figure out how to leave gracefully and if she still wanted to leave, he leaned forward and dropped a kiss on her lips. Smooth and gentle, it was an expression of lust, not aggression. That made her melt inside. If he’d been aggressive, it would have sent her running. But he hadn’t. He’d found her weak spot—sensual.
She was the one to make bodily contact, one arm reaching to his side and the other to his shoulder. He kissed her again, and she slid her hand around his neck, her fingers filtering though his hair. She loved that it was long, brushing his collar. His kisses continued but didn’t intensify.
Diana wanted more from him. She wanted to experience lust with him. Her fingers tightened in his hair and drew him closer. She pushed the motion deeper, running her tongue along his lips. She pulled from his mouth and dragged her lips and tongue along his neck. She dropped her hand from his waist and captured his cock through his trousers. In that instant, she knew she was lost. Feeling his erection, she now knew he was large, larger than Dane, larger than any man she’d had except her monster. She flexed her fingers around him, and he pulsed in her hand. She nipped at his earlobe, and he pulsed a second time. Diana knew if she kept this up, she’d be responsible for whatever they did sexually. She wanted to pull away, but when she pushed to deepen their kiss, she took responsibility.
Sloan continued to let her have the control, kissing her gently. When she stroked his cock, he groaned. “Diana, if you continue this…”
“I know, it will be my fault,” she said, her voice breathless.
In a bold move, she took her hand from his cock and placed both of them on his shoulders. With a gentle push of her hands, he dropped to his knees before her. Sloan glanced up to her and smiled.
“Just lick me until I come,” she told him, annoyed with herself and him, but not enough to stop what she’d started.
His hands were large, his fingers thick and long. He slid them up and down her thighs a few times before raising her hem on an upward pass. Diana stood with her feet planted as Sloan bared her to him. At first, she felt only his hot breath against her clit. Then his hands wrapped around her back, palming her buttocks as he moved closer. The first touch was just the tip of his tongue to her clit. Then he began to take long licks at her pussy lips. She knew they were puffy and creamy from wanting him, knew he was right, she was slick and needy.
“You taste just as I imagined,” Sloan told her, pushing her dress farther up her hips. He buried his face in her crotch and began to lick and suck her in earnest. Diana couldn’t hold back her groan at his movements. “Can I finger you?” He was already sliding his index finger along her lips, just missing the invasion she wanted, needed from him.
“Yes,” she finally answered and moaned when he let his finger dip between her pussy lips, entering her gently. “Don’t be gentle,” she told him and used her fingers in his hair to pull him away from her pussy. “You’ve wanted this all along, now do it. Do it right, don’t hold back. Show me what you can do to me. Make me come, Sloan, from your lips and tongue, from your fingers.” She dropped his hair and widened her stance a bit more.
He gave her a quick smile and went back to her pussy. She’d given him permission to use her body, and now she’d see what he could do in real life to her flesh and body. His finger slid in and out of her pussy several times. When he slid a second beside it, she let her head drop back and closed her eyes, enjoying the fucking motions. When his lips captured her clit and began to suck, she knew she was lost. At the same time, he used his free hand on her buttocks to move her at his whim. She was breathless and just on the edge of coming. Diana wanted more. As if he could read her thoughts, she felt her body being stretched further as he pushed a third finger in her pussy. When he stroked them in and out, she let go and accepted his touch, her orgasm intense. Her legs were shaking from the climax, but he held her to him, held her against his mouth, keeping his fingers inside her.
“We’re not done, Diana. Just breathe.” His onslaught began again, this time with much more pressure and force. His fingers fucked her quicker. “You’re so wet,” he whispered, and she felt his motions change. She cried out when he pulled his hand from her body and settled only when he turned his hand and pushed his thumb in her pussy. The rest of his fingers bit into her butt cheeks. She moaned when one of them stroked her anus while he fucked her pussy. “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me with your fingers. They’re huge inside me, like a cock would feel.” Diana startled when he pulled his hand from her and slid his index and middle fingers back in her pussy. Pulling them away, he pushed his thumb back inside her and, without warning, pushed his moist index finder in her anus. She drew a breath at the new sensation. “More,” she whispered and braced for a second finger up her ass. When he did as she asked, she felt as if it were a cock fucking her, not just his fingers.
“Is that what you wanted?”
“It’s a start,” she managed to tell him, using her hand on his shoulder to guide his mouth back to her clit. Without word, he began to suckle her bud while his fingers fucked both holes. When she came a second time, her whole body shook with her release. Sloan grasped her around the waist with his free hand and held her in place, continuing to lick and finger her. “Oh God,” she groaned.
“Diana, how far?”
“As much as you want,” she brazenly told him. At this point, she didn’t care. He knew her secrets, and he knew how to make her come. “You’ve got me wet and creamy. Let me suck your cock.” With great restraint, she put her hand on his wrist and stopped his motions. “I wish I could suck you while you finger me.”
Diana used her strength to pull his fingers from her body. She felt instantly empty and felt her cum start to drip onto her thighs. She grasped both his wrists and pulled him to stand before her. When he was where she wanted him, she dropped before him. She quickly undid his belt and pants, pushing them down his hips. As soon as she did, his huge cock bobbed in the cool air. There was no hesitation on her part. She licked the droplets of pre-cum from his tip before using her tongue to swirl around his head. Inch by inch, she managed to take more of his cock between her lips and suck him down her throat. He was larger than she imagined, and she had an instant memory of trying to swallow the Minotaur’s cock. But this wasn’t her dream monster. This was a man of flesh and blood. Her hands went to his hips and directed his movements to her liking. With repeated passes, she managed to take his full length down her throat. Pausing, she used her throat to suck him deeper, tasting more of his pre-cum.
“You’ll make me come, Diana.” Sloan dropped his hands to her shoulders, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she intensified her motions. His body froze, and she waited for his cum to squirt onto her tongue and down her throat. She continued to suck him while she swallowed his load, not letting a drop escape from her lips. It amazed her that he was still hard, fucking hard, she decided. She finally let his erection slip from her lips, and she stood, kissing him on the lips, sharing his cum with him. Sloan wrapped his arms around her and deepened the kiss, licking her lips clean from his load.
She wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen next, and she didn’t care. His pants were pushed down his thighs, and her dress was bundled up around her waist, her lower half naked, and her cum running in small drops from her pussy to her thighs. She didn’t care that her hair would be a mess, or her makeup smeared. In a bold act, she turned in his arms, using her buttocks to rub against his cock. His fingers unzipped her dress and pushed the top from her shoulders and down her arms. Her breasts were full and heavy with need, her nipples pebble har
d. His hands encased them and pinched at her nipples as she continued to rub against his cock.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked, her voice sounding needy. She wasn’t happy when he drew one hand from her breast. She felt him fumbling in his pants. Finally, when she thought he’d never find one, he reached around and handed it to her.
“Open the package,” he whispered while kissing the back of her neck. She used her hands to tear the package open and spun around in his arms. When she went to drop before him, he held her in place, his mouth latching on to her nipple. It felt too good to stop. He went to her other side then back. All the while he sucked her nipples, his hands were splayed against her buttocks, pinching and rubbing them, pulling them wide until the tip of his finger slid inside her anus.
Diana didn’t care what happened from that moment on, only that he was going to make her come by sucking on her tits and fingering her ass. In a bold move, she pulled from his grasp and dropped down. She took a few long passes of his cock and finally unrolled the condom over him. Then she rose and turned her back to him, pressing up against him. With a slight downward shift of her shoulders, his cock rested at her pussy. With a slight shift backward, her pussy opened to his cock, letting him slide inside her body.
“Oh, that’s it, Sloan. Fill me with your huge cock. Pinch my tits and fuck me.”
Sloan did as she asked and brought his hands to her breasts, tugging and pulling on her nipples, twisting the pebbles, sending little shocks through her. At the same time, his cock pushed deeper in her body, her pussy accepting his length and girth, stretching to accommodate his size. Diana didn’t know how long their actions lasted, only that she was in a sort of heaven she’d not known in real life. Her body was reacting to his every touch. He nipped at the back of her neck, and a new kind of shock wave moved through her. When he drew a patch of skin between his lips and sucked, she didn’t care if he left a mark. The pull went directly to her womb, and her body started to suck his cock deeper. Sloan stood in place, and she used her pussy muscles to milk him inside her.
His fingers grasped her breast, and he let out a loud groan. “You’ll make me come, Diana.”
“Then come for me. Pull out and come on my ass then lick your cum from my skin.” She was already picturing him behind her on his knees, licking his cum from her ass cheeks. Was she testing Sloan or herself? It didn’t matter. Just the idea of him doing this to her made her hot in a different way, in a demonstrative way. Would he follow her order?” Before she could finish the thought, he was gone from her body. Diana felt his cum splash against her butt cheeks, and she sighed. Next, she felt his hands on her hips. She knew he’d dropped behind her, and then it came, the first lash of his tongue licking his cum from her. She reached her hand down and began to rub her clit. Sloan reached around and moved her hand down, pushing two of her fingers in her pussy. She didn’t hesitate to fuck her pussy with her own fingers as he licked his cum from her body. She froze only momentarily when he used his cum to ease his way into her anus, pushing the fluid inside her along with two of his fingers. Then he bit her butt cheek, and she came. Diana would have dropped to the ground if he hadn’t wrapped his other arm around her waist.
“Relax, my sweet,” he whispered, pushing her hair from her face. He pulled her against his body and held her tight. He used his finger to fuck her ass a few more strokes before letting his hand slip from her. “Relax,” he said a second time and dropped his other hand lower, lifting her up against his chest. He turned and sat on the chair beside the fire, taking her with him to sit on his lap, holding her to his chest. They were quiet as their breathing returned to a normal pattern.
Diana began to panic when the glow of what they’d done finally penetrated her brain. Sensing her angst, Sloan held her tighter to him.
“Just relax for a moment,” he told her, “and then I’ll get us a drink.”
Diana didn’t want a drink. Instead, she wrapped her arm around his neck and turned to watch him, kissing his mouth. What she thought would be a slow parting was becoming a beginning. Sloan dropped his hand to her crotch and started to rub her clit while they kissed. Diana continued to kiss him, to suck his tongue between her lips while he made small circles against her clit. When her body shook again, she knew she was done, exhaustion taking away any chance of continuing.
“Just relax,” he told her again and finally moved his hand from her clit.
When minutes had gone by, he helped her to stand before him. It was Sloan’s hands that pulled the top of her dress back up her arms and over her tender breasts. When he zipped it in place, her nipples were still rock hard, pushing against the material. Then he pulled her hem down, covering her pussy and buttocks. When she was about to turn to him, he ran one hand up the inside of her thigh, capturing her release. He directed her to turn toward him then rubbed his wet finger across her lips. She let her tongue slip out to tangle with his finger. He made the motion a second time and pulled her head down to meet his lips, kissing them clean.
“I suppose I should get you home, unless you’d like to stay the night?”
She snuggled against him and realized that was exactly what she wanted. Pulling from his arms was the hardest thing she’d had to do in a long time. “I should go home,” she said, her tone not very convincing.
“Maybe next time you’ll stay with me,” he told her and helped her to stand. He stood beside her and pulled his pants back into place. “Come. I’ll drive you home.” He waited while she grabbed her purse. She couldn’t help but let her fingers run over the leather cases on the side table as she passed. When she walked to his side, he smiled at her and reached up to push her hair from her face. “Just so you know for next time, I was tested the same time Dane was. We’re both clean and disease free. So we only need to use condoms if you want to.”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“I figured that wasn’t the moment to start talking about medical tests.” He smiled and reached for her hand. “Come. It’s late, and you’ll be tired tomorrow.”
“I guess that makes me a foregone conclusion.”
“In my dreams,” he told her. “Until tonight, now my dreams are reality.”
They walked outside to the waiting town car. She was surprised when he slid in beside her. He kept to his side of the vehicle but dropped his hand palm-up on the seat between them. Diana dropped hers over his and turned to look out the window. Too many things swirled through her mind, so she tried to let them all go and just enjoy the afterglow of a really amazing fuck. Arriving at her house, Sloan walked her to the door.
“Good night, Diana. Thank you for having supper with me.”
“Thank you for the history lesson and…”
“And I’ll see you at work on Monday. Call the house tomorrow if you need anything.” He drew her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers. When she thought he’d let go, he turned her hand and licked at her palm. “Sleep well, my sweet.” He released her hand, and she fumbled with the key in the lock. When she was safely inside, she watched him walk back to the waiting vehicle. Diana locked the door and let her body slide to the floor, resting her back against it.
“Holy fuck, what have I gotten myself into?”
Chapter Twelve
Diana finally pushed herself from the floor and made her way to the kitchen. Something inside her didn’t want to let go of the evening yet. While waiting for the kettle to boil, she started reliving the evening. What were her options, she kept thinking. Either Sloan and Dane were absolutely crazy, or not. If they weren’t, then how much of the myth could she accept and believe? Just because they had matching jewelry to her earrings didn’t prove their theory. She dropped a tea bag into a mug and poured hot water over it. Sitting at the kitchen table, dunking the bag in the water, she had other things to consider.
Did she want to know what information they held about her birth parents? On that she knew the answer—no. All her life she’d known she was adopted, and her parents had been wonderful. Un
til now, she’d seen her birth parents as just that, the people who had conceived and birthed her. They hadn’t changed diapers, taught her to read, lulled her to sleep, or praised her. Still, she always gave them the benefit of doubt because she’d wound up with a wonderful family that loved and nurtured her. No, she decided again, she didn’t want to know more about her real mother. If that woman had wanted to contact her, she could have gone through channels to make it happen. Case closed.
But did that woman really give the earrings to her mother to hold on to? Now she wished her parents were alive to ask. She’d leave that as a loose end for now. Diana decided it was more important to find out more about Sloan and Dane and their long-term motives. With a sigh, she stood and dropped the tea bag into the garbage, carrying the mug to the bedroom with her. Once there, she put it on the nightstand and flipped on the light.
She was surprised at what she saw in the mirror. The woman looking back at her had changed somehow, become more mature in a single evening. While the face was the same, she knew the woman inside was becoming more adult and conscious of her future. Up until recently, she always assumed she’d one day meet a man she could tolerate long-term. They’d decide to spend their futures together and raise a family. Only she never considered it being with a man like Sloan or Dane, nor had she considered that her future would revolve around two men. And that seemed to be what Sloan was offering her, a future with both of them.
She thought about his comment about making herself comfortable in their home, accepting it as her second home. At this point, other than sex, she wasn’t sure where she would fit in. Did either of them want children, and if they did, whose would she have, and how would they explain their threesome to that child? Or children. Was she meant to bear both their children? And she still didn’t know what their actual relationship together was, beyond business partners and sharing their home. She had to admit, it was a beautiful old home, more of a mini-estate, she decided. Glancing around her small bedroom, she knew it would be wonderful to live in a home with that much room with lawns and gardens. She again admitted she felt safe there.