Consensual Infidelity

by Shayla Kersten

  Table of Contents

  Consensual Infidelity

  Copyright

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  About the Author

  Consensual Infidelity

  Shayla Kersten

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  This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2011, Shayla Kersten.

  Editor: Layla Chase

  Cover Artist: April Martinez

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  Chapter One

  “Yeah, sure. I’d do another guy under the right circumstances.”

  Had he really said that? Denise Wilder’s breath caught in her chest as her pussy clenched. Her boyfriend—hot cop hunk of muscles and testosterone—just admitted he’d fuck another man.

  Her imagination flashed a vision of him, dick in hand, pushing his length into a man’s mouth. Her vagina pulsed with the telltale sign of arousal. Slick moisture seeped through her folds at high speed. Her body teetered on the edge of orgasm. Fast. Too fast. But damn!

  Yeah, sure. I’d do another guy under the right circumstances.

  As she struggled to keep her breathing steady, she closed her eyes. The last thing she wanted was for Brady or her best friend Jay to notice her sudden avid interest in her man doing another man. But fuck!

  A guy sucking Brady’s cock, Brady fucking some guy’s ass…the laundry list of scenes then jumped to Brady on the receiving end. Damn… If she squeezed her thighs, pushed against the hard edge of the barstool just right—

  “Denise!”

  Brady’s voice cut through her horny haze. Her eyelids flashed open. “Yes!” Mouth dry, she forced out the single word.

  “Going to sleep on us?” Brady dropped his hand over hers. A few thin lines crinkled his brow.

  She’d gripped the edge of the tall table so hard, her fingers were numb. “No. I’m fine.” Just fine. About to do a Harry Met Sally in the bar except she wouldn’t be faking it.

  “Are you okay?” His gaze narrowed and his frown deepened.

  “Yes, I’m fine.” Just thinking of you with a cock up your ass…

  “Maybe we ought to get going.” He pulled his wallet from his pants pocket then tossed a couple of bills on the table.

  Jay’s deep laugh pulled her attention from Brady. “I think she’s in shock over your offer to bat for the other team.” He flashed a quick grin. His deep blue gaze locked with hers.

  He’d known her since junior high school and after nearly twenty years, he could read her like an open book. Denise dragged her attention back toward Brady.

  His worried frown deepened even as he laughed along with Jay. “Not many guys would turn down the offer of a warm port, if you know what I mean.”

  “No, no. Everything’s fine. My mind wandered. That’s all. Work stuff.” Denise slid off her barstool. “But we probably should go. I need to get to the office early tomorrow.”

  Jay slung an arm around her neck, pulling her into a tight bear hug. He murmured in her ear, “Get a little lost in an impromptu fantasy?”

  She shook her head. Heat flushed from her chest all the way to the roots of her hair. “Don’t know what you’re talking about,” she whispered. Damn. She could never hide anything from Jay.

  “Mad?” Jay’s tone arched as did his eyebrow. A smile quirked the corner of his mouth.

  That crooked smile meant he already knew her answer. Denise tiptoed to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Intrigued.”

  A low chuckle vibrated through his body. His mouth pressed against her ear as he murmured, “Well, if he decides to take a chance, you know where to find a willing volunteer.”

  Only if I can watch… Slipping out of Jay’s hug, Denise stepped back. Her body was about to explode. Her dirty little mind added him into her visions of Brady.

  The flush sped through the rest of her body, burning her face. Had she said that aloud? Probably not. Jay hadn’t reacted at all. Thank God! Good thing the bar was dimly light. Hopefully, Brady wouldn’t notice her blush.

  Jay gripped Brady’s hand then they did that half-handshake, half-hug men did.

  Her mind made the hug tighter with lips pressed together. And tongue. Had to be tongue. Denise’s embarrassment eased but her desire flourished.

  As the two men parted, Jay had to say it. “Let me know if you decide to turn to the dark side.”

  Her laugh sounded a bit hysterical and too loud to her own ears. “Come on.” She tugged Brady’s sleeve, pulling him from the bar. If they didn’t get out of there soon, she wouldn’t be responsible for her actions.

  Denise bumped into a chair as she wove through the clusters of tables. Fortunately, Thursdays were slow in the popular bar so she didn’t trample any customers as she rushed for the door. “Later, Jay!”

  Walking the half block to her apartment was pure agony. Her pussy clenched, seeking something solid to relieve her growing tension. Squeezing her thighs wasn’t quite enough. Not to mention the attempt made her stumble. The cool Memphis spring air helped relieve her over-heated face but did nothing for the fire searing her core.

  As they reached the old red brick apartment building, Brady stopped in front of the door. “Are you sure you’re okay? I mean, we were just joking around.”

  “I’m fine. Are you coming up?” Please say yes. Please say yes. She needed relief. Soon. Or she might attack him right here in front of the building.

  “I thought you had to get to work early.”

  “I do but I can spare a little time.” She leaned against him, pressing her breasts into his chest. At the contact, her nipples exploded into sparks of excitement. Arms around his waist, her fingers caressed his lower back, dipping inside his waistband to tease the warm skin above his ass crack.

  Brady’s frown eased into a grin. “Sure.”

  Denise pulled away to unlock the door. Pushing it open, she grabbed Brady’s arm then tugged him into the building.

  “Impatient, eh?” His laughter filled the small area in front of the single elevator.

  “A little.” Impatient to see you sucking dick. Her brain had evidently developed a case of x-rated Tourette’s syndrome. Denise couldn’t help herself. When the elevator door closed behind them, she pounced, slamming Brady against the back wall of the tiny space.

  Arms wrapped tight around Brady’s neck, Denise planted a hard kiss on his mouth. She cocked her leg around his thigh, giving her some leverage. Pressing against his leg, she rubbed against his muscled flesh, seeking pressure for her aching sex. Love to see him humped by a horny dude…

  “Damn!” Brady’s surprised exclamation didn’t stop him from participating. His arms pulled her closer. His hips rocked back and forth. The ridge of his cock rubbed against her stomach.

  Almost. There. Just–

  The elevator doors opened too soon.

  Fuck!

  “Excuse me?” A surprised voice interrupted.

  Denise jumped away from Brady then turned.

  Her neighbor, Stephen, held open the elevator door. A wide grin split his chiseled features. “App
ears Brady is doing something right.” He raised an eyebrow. His gaze swept past Denise and focused on the bulge in Brady’s pants.

  “Sorry.” Denise grabbed Brady by the hand, pulling him past the smirking man.

  Stephen stepped into the elevator then leaned up against the back wall. “Lucky girl.” His comment slipped between the closing elevator doors.

  Oh, shit. Stephen was gay and there went her dirty mind again. Images of Stephen with Brady overlapped the ones already filling her head of Jay and him.

  As she fumbled with the keys to her door, her hands trembled.

  “What’s up with you?” Brady took the keys and let them in the apartment.

  “Nothing. Just…” How could she explain why she was so turned on? Maybe this was a bad idea, inviting him up. He was a smart guy. He might figure out why she was wound so tight. She already used the excuse of work tomorrow. She should have let him go home while she had the chance.

  Before the door swung completely shut behind them, Brady pushed her against the wall. “It turned you on.”

  “What?”

  “What I said. About screwing a guy.” Brady tilted his head until their lips almost met. His breath was hot against her mouth. “You’re turned on by the idea of me with another man.”

  “I am not.” Denise tried to dart under his arm but he grabbed her wrist. Her heart raced. Heat rushed up her chest to her face. Her clit throbbed with the need for attention.

  Pinning her to the wall, he brushed a half kiss against her lips. “I bet your panties are soaked with your juices.” His nostrils flared as he sniffed a couple of times. “I can almost smell you.” Using one hand to hold both wrists over her head, Brady shoved his other hand down her jeans and into her panties

  “Agh!” As his fingers brushed her clit, Denise’s body went into overdrive. She couldn’t help herself. She thrust into the sweet pressure.

  “Damn! You’re wet.” Brady probed deeper. His thick fingers slid easily through her slick wet folds, dipping into her pussy.

  “More.” She pulled her wrists free of his hold then grabbed his head. Attacking his mouth, she muffled her words. “Need…” She tried to climb on his hand, to push his fingers deeper. She needed to come. The agony of frustration built, radiating through her body. “Please…”

  Brady pulled away his mouth. “Need what, babe?” His fingers wiggled against her pussy walls.

  Not enough! She pressed her back against the wall for leverage, pushing against his hand. His palm kept brushing her clit but he left just enough distance to keep her from finding relief. A little more…

  “Need to see me fucking some guy?” His hand stopped moving away. His palm pressed hard against her flesh.

  “Oh, damn!” Denise spiraled out of control. Pleasure exploded from her clit, radiating through her body. Her breath stopped. Hell, her heart stopped as ecstasy engulfed her.

  His mouth closed over hers. Hot, wet and hard. His tongue pushed past her gasps for air, teasing her tongue into rough play. Twisting and curling.

  Her hands clenched around his neck, pulling his face tighter, closer. She’d never come so hard but the release wasn’t enough. Her mind’s porno show pushed her beyond desire into desperation.

  Brady pulled his hand away from her pussy.

  Tears welled up in her eyes. “No…” Her arms held tight around his neck, refusing to give up the moment but needing so much more.

  Brady wrapped both arms around her waist, pulling her tight against him and off her feet.

  She took his cue, slipping her legs around his waist, pressing her aching pussy against the ridge of his length. Her foot brushed against the lamp on the end table, sending it rocking. She didn’t care if it fell. All she could think about was getting Brady’s hard cock inside her. A few long strides put them in her bedroom. Thank heaven for small apartments.

  Prying her away from his body, Brady tossed her on the bed. Before she could react, he dove for the nightstand drawer where she kept condoms. “Strip.”

  His terse tone was almost enough to set her off again.

  He tucked the condom package between his teeth while his fingers tore at his fly. Once his jeans were unzipped and pushed down to free his cock, he ripped open the package. As he rolled the condom on his dick, his hands shook.

  Denise managed to get her jeans down to her ankles before realizing she hadn’t pulled off her boots. One boot cooperated with her frantic kicks. The other, not so much. Too much trouble. Shirt and bra intact and her jeans hanging off one booted foot, she rolled over on her hands and knees near the edge of the bed. “Fuck me. Now!”

  A harsh groan accompanied rough hands grabbing her hips.

  The cold tip of the condom barely registered against the heat of her pussy. She needed more than a drop of chill to put out the fire Brady started in the bar.

  He didn’t waste time. His dick dove deep into her channel, hard and fast, eased by her abundant cream. “So you like the idea of me and a guy?”

  His words stoked her fires to volcanic.

  “What would you do? Watch?”

  “Oh, God.” Her body tensed against the force behind his strokes. Her fingers twisted into the bedspread, helping to hold her in place. An explosion raced through her body as another orgasm bloomed, spreading fire across her skin.

  His hips rocketed back and forth, as he plunged deep inside her, over and over.

  She dropped her head, peering under her body so she could watch him slamming into her. Balls bounced against her pussy. His jeans were pulled tight around his mid-thighs.

  “Yes. Yes.” Her fingernails bent against the pressure as she tightened her grip. “Fuck me. Harder.”

  Brady complied, his cock pounding deep and hard. She’d walk funny tomorrow for sure, but damn…

  “What do...you want… to see?” Brady’s voice was harsh, his breath short. “Me giving?”

  “Oh, shit.” Denise’s arms collapsed, and she buried her face in the covers. Brady’s grip on her hips kept her ass high in the air, level with his groin.

  “Or me receiving?”

  That did it. Before the other orgasm completely faded, she went off again. Her body tightened in one long muscle spasm. Her pussy clenched around Brady’s thick cock. Ecstasy engulfed her.

  “Fuck!” Brady’s strokes lost power and rhythm. His hips slammed against her ass and held tight, popping back and forth in short bumps. A long series of groans decimated any coherent words. He bent over her body, resting his face against the back of her neck. “So receiving it is, eh?”

  Her pleasure-muddled brain did a double take and struggled to make sense of his words. “Are you saying…you would?”

  *

  Brady eased out of Denise’s heat. His heart beat as if it were about to explode. Sweat drizzled down his face. The taste of salt lingered on his lips.

  Denise slid forward until she lay on her stomach. Her head twisted into what had to be an uncomfortable kink. She gazed at him with glassy eyes. “You’d take on a guy?”

  Tying off the condom, he tossed it in the trash before he collapsed on the bed beside her, facing the ceiling. His jeans tightened around his knees but he didn’t think he had the strength to pull them off the rest of the way.

  Awkward… How do you explain to what might be the love of your life that you’d go both ways if given the chance?

  Rolling on her side, Denise propped up her head with her hand. “Have you? Had sex with a guy?”

  “No. But…” Brady turned his head to meet her gaze and took a deep breath. A beer too many, a joke too far, and the cat was out of the bag. He should have kept his mouth shut because he wouldn’t start lying now. But the last time he opened his soul, he’d been burned beyond recognition.

  A lump in his throat made swallowing difficult. “I’ve always been attracted to both. Women and men. All my life.” In for a penny… “But I’ve never had the nerve to do anything about the urge.”

  “Why not?”

  “Well, I
am a cop. He-man profession, remember. Not many out gay cops that I know of.”

  “Never thought about a gay bar or an online hookup?” Short breaths shook her body.

  Her pupils dilated as if she were drugged. Brady shook his head. “Just too cautious. And I’ve usually been in a relationship of some kind. Happy in a relationship.” He ran a finger over her lips. “Like now.”

  Her tongue flicked out then teased his finger. “But you would? If you had the chance?”