by R. K. Lilley
I couldn’t quite believe it when I recognized Tammy’s shrewish voice screaming for me to open up. My mind just couldn’t process that she was still there.
Iris and I were on a different planet right now, as far as I was concerned.
“Ignore her. I want you inside of me.”
I shut my eyes, inching my throbbing cock back a bit. “I don’t want her anywhere near us the first time we get to do this.”
“Fuck me,” Iris mouthed. “Who cares what she’s doing? Let her yell, just so long as you make me scream again.”
I tried again, my whole body shaking with the effort to go slowly, when Tammy’s shrill voice penetrated once again.
“I’m sorry. I can’t let the first time be like this. I’m glad she’s not scaring you off, but I need to get rid of her before we do this.”
I let her leg drop. She kissed my shoulder and moved away, out of the shower. She started drying herself, and I shut off the water and got out, watching her.
I dripped all over the floor before she was done, but still I couldn’t move.
She smiled at me, moving into the bedroom, dropping her towel on her way to the bed.
I grabbed another for myself and followed.
Iris sprawled out on her back, her hips on the edge of the mattress. She lifted each of her ankles slowly, digging her heels into the bed, her legs parted wide enough to give me the view of a lifetime.
I dried off as I approached her, cursing as I got closer and took in the full effect of her.
Tammy had stopped making a racket, and so I dropped to my knees right in front of Iris, between her parted thighs. I leaned close, breathing her in for one long moment, and then I started lapping at her.
I ate her out again, licking, nuzzling, pushing two fingers in hard while I sucked oh so softly at her clit.
She gasped and clutched at my hair. I felt her clenching rhythmically on my finger, and pulled back to watch her coming. Again. She was just so wonderfully responsive. It was the polar opposite of what I was used to.
The pounding started up again, and I pulled back from Iris with a curse.
“Five minutes,” I told her. “And then I’m going to fuck you until we both pass out cold.”
She smiled, stretching, her beautiful lithe body flexing with the motion. She rolled over onto her belly, looking like she was about to drift off. “If I fall asleep,” she murmured, affirming my suspicions. “Just wake me up. Do whatever you like with me, baby. Fuck me awake, if you need to.”
I shook myself. This just couldn’t be reality.
I bent down, nuzzling my face into her ass.
She gasped, but she didn’t stop me, and I moved up her body, kissing each of the sweet little dimples above her butt before I pulled away.
Tammy had her hand raised to pound again when I opened the door on her.
I hadn’t even bothered to put on pants, and I was still hard and throbbing, but I just didn’t care. I wanted her out of there five minutes ago, so all of my wildest fantasies could just keep marching on.
“You’re leaving, right this second, or I’m calling the police,” I told her, authority in my voice.
She gasped, her eyes flying to my errant cock.
I grabbed her arm and started marching her through the hallway and down the stairs.
She went easily enough, until we hit the front door, then she whirled on me again.
I could see right away that her tactic had changed. She licked her lips, eyeing my body.
She probably thought my raging hard-on had something to do with her.
Not fucking likely.
She put a hand to my chest, licking her lips again. “I just want to talk. Get that slut out of here, and we can talk. I’m serious here, Dair.”
I opened the door, holding out my hand. “Give me the key, and don’t call her a slut. She’s a very nice girl, and you were married to me with some other guy’s cock down your throat, and that was just the part I saw firsthand. So if you’re going to call someone a slut—”
She actually tried to slap me.
I caught her wrist.
Chest heaving, her other hand went to my dick.
I had a horrible moment where I thought she was going to try to maim me, but she just started stroking in the most blatant come-on.
Jaw clenched, I pried her hand away.
Today of all days, for her to decide to pull a psycho stunt like this. It was beyond the worst luck ever.
“See now, this is what I’m talking about. You, of all people, shouldn’t be throwing around the word slut. Give me your key, and don’t come back.”
She gasped in outrage, and finally got the hint, but she left without giving me her key.
That was fine. I’d have the locks changed as soon as humanly possible.
In the meantime, I put the chain on the front door, then went around the entire house, bolting us in securely.
I wanted no interruptions for this next part.
Iris was on her belly, sleeping like a contented kitten, when I rejoined her.
I sighed, not knowing what to do. I didn’t want to be an insensitive jerk and wake her up. She was obviously tired.
But I was so hard that my teeth ached with it.
I went into the closet, grabbing a handful of condoms that I had to check hadn’t expired.
I moved back to the bed to sit at her hip, reaching to feel between her legs. I played with her until she was dripping wet, and still she slept on.
I sighed, cursing Tammy once again.
Gently, I rolled Iris onto her back. I couldn’t help it.
I was going to give into my douche bag half.
I wasn’t that creative in bed. My hit list was about as long as my list of lovers, so I just started eating her out again, both hands reaching up to rub on her breasts. I squeezed them hard. The flesh just felt too good. I squeezed until I heard her moan, and then stopped because I wasn’t sure if it’d been a moan of pleasure or pain.
I moved up her body, pushing her breasts together while I licked and sucked at each one, my cock grinding hard into her inner thigh. I didn’t want to her be asleep the first time I got inside of her, but I was quickly running out of every bit of my self-control.
When I felt her hands, finally, bury in my hair, I moved back down, tonguing her clit, and jamming two fingers in hard. I worked her for less than a minute before she was falling apart.
She clutched me as she cried out her release. It was ridiculous how easy it was to make her come. It felt like cheating. I barely had to work for it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I pulled back to stare at her.
“You okay?” I asked her.
She was so quiet, just watching me, looking sort of dazed.
She nodded and smiled, spreading her thighs wider. The shades in the room were open wide, and sunlight was playing liberally over her body. Even in that less than forgiving light, she was just perfect, every inch of her.
“Are you okay to…you know…? You awake enough to know what’s going on?”
She tried to sit up, and I had to move off her so she could.
I was suddenly terrified that she wasn’t going to let me fuck her.
“One second,” she said softly. “I’ll be right back.”
She went into the bathroom.
I sat up, moving to the edge of the bed. I hoped she wasn’t leaving. It was afternoon, and I knew she had to be somewhere that night. I badly needed her to stay for at least a few more hours, or hell, five more minutes, if I couldn’t be picky.
My mind was racing, wondering when we’d get back to letting me fuck her.
She came back out, still naked, and smiling.
She moved to me, straddling my thigh. She gripped my hair. “I want to ride you,” she whispered. “Lie back.”
I lay back, trembling, as she made good on her promise, moving astride me. Without discussion or delay, she grabbed one of the condoms, ripping it open and rolling it onto me, her touch firm
and sure.
She mounted me, no teasing, no hesitation, just impaled herself and started moving, up and down, her tits bouncing vigorously.
I had been worried she was just messing with me, that this was some torturous situation where she was only here to tease me.
It wasn’t that. This was the real fucking deal. And it was a-fucking-mazing.
I didn’t last thirty seconds.
It felt like heaven in her cunt, and I was just too worked up to be of much use to her.
I closed my eyes, acutely embarrassed, when she stopped riding me abruptly.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped. “It’s been too long, and I wanted that too much.
She shifted restlessly on top of me. “Don’t be sorry. That was amazing. Yeah, it could have lasted longer, but it felt so good, I don’t even care. There’s always next time.”
She moved to get off me.
I held her hips. I was only semi-hard now, but I started moving my hips, bouncing just to feel her.
“I should have titty fucked you first, then I’d have lasted longer in your cunt.”
“I liked it. Don’t be sorry. It was all just great. We don’t have to do everything all at once. We can take our time, Dair.”
“I’m just worried I won’t see you again. And after that performance…”
She smiled and stroked my cheek. “You silly man. I’m not going anywhere, and the performance was just delicious, so stop being so hard on yourself. I love your body; love everything we’ve done. You ate me out until I lost count on how many times I came, for Christ’s sake. Quit acting like you’ve been selfish.”
Incredibly, I was getting hard again. I started flexing my hips. Oh yeah, it was back.
Fuck yeah.
I switched to a new condom like I was being timed for speed, and moved back to her, kissing her, stroking her.
As soon as I was confident that I had a real working hard-on on my hands, I flipped her onto her back and started fucking her rough.
“God, you feel incredible,” I told her, kissing her, sucking on her tongue, while I grabbed her ass in both hands and drilled into her.
“You’re amazing,” she told me dreamily, her eyes glazed over.
I worked her pussy hard that time, making sure she got her pleasure, loving every second I got in paradise, fucking her hard and fast, then switching it up, going slow and even, watching her lovely face all the while.
I took my time, working her with measured thrusts, but even so, my own orgasm surprised me, sneaking up, and bursting over me, the most powerful one I could remember.
I shook and yelled as I came deep inside of her.
I didn’t even have the energy to roll away, passing out right on top of her, likely crushing the breath out of her.
When I woke up, it was dark, I had a blanket tucked in up to my neck, and she was gone.
There was another hot pink lipstick message surrounded by a heart on my mirror.
YOU’RE THE BEST! SEE YOU AT THE GYM TOMORROW XOXO
The first thing I did the next morning was call a locksmith and schedule an appointment for that very afternoon. That shit with my ex was never happening again.
I showed up at the gym two hours early. I knew she wouldn’t be there, but I also knew that when she was there, I’d have a hard time getting my full routine in.
Iris came waltzing into the gym right on schedule. It was busy, and I had a perfect view of her from where I was doing oblique raises on a power tower, so I didn’t miss the fact that every single guy, and even a few of the women, stopped what they were doing to give her admiring glances, or hell, openly gaping.
I lowered myself until my feet touched the ground, drinking her in.
She was a bombshell, there was no question. She wore neon yellow shorts today with a black sports bra. Her running shoes matched her shorts. Her hair was scraped up into a messy ponytail, and she looked good enough to eat.
And she came right to me, looked only at me. It was surreal.
She didn’t stop when she reached me, instead walked right into me, throwing her arms around my neck and pressing close. She pulled my head down to hers and started kissing. I kissed her back, running my hands over her shoulders, down her spine, and to her ass. It wasn’t long before I was gripping it in both hands and grinding against her.
She pulled back with a giggle. “I was just saying hi. You’re going to get us into trouble, Dair.”
I blinked, trying to come out of my lust haze.
She leaned close, pulling my head down to speak into my ear. “You were incredible yesterday. Best sex of my life, bar none.”
I swallowed hard. Christ, she was addictive.
She moved away, and started to stretch, not five feet away from me.
I meant to resume my workout, but I just found myself watching her, fascinated by every shift of her lithe body.
And then, unfortunately, I found myself looking around, at the way everyone else was looking at her, with the same rapt attention I was. Some of the looks she was getting, the way the gym rats were eying her had my jealous side coming out.
How could I be this jealous, this possessive about a woman I’d only been on speaking terms with for a few days? I didn’t know, but it was impossible to deny that it was happening.
“I’m sorry about my ex-wife yesterday,” I told her, when she’d moved close again. It really was a miracle she hadn’t been scared off.
She just hitched up her shoulder in a little shrug that made her breasts shift enough to draw my gaze.
“Did you see that dress she was wearing? She was all sexed up for you. I think she came there to seduce you.”
I winced, because she was likely right, and I really didn’t want her to know it.
I did the only thing a man could do with that.
I changed the subject.
“So if that dress was supposed to seduce me, what is that getup you’re wearing supposed to do?”
“Make you lose every ounce of good sense you ever had, and take a walk on the wild side. Is it working?”
Of course it was. I didn’t even need to answer, as I was pretty sure it was a rhetorical question.
“I’ve never seen you wear anything else,” I told her, my eyes on her taut belly. I wanted badly to bury my face right there.
And lower.
She moved close, shamelessly close, digging a soft hand into my hair and gripping.
I was going to lose it.
“You’ve seen me wear nothing. That’s something else.”
My vision glazed over. I lost most of my brain function for a few long moments.
She kissed my jaw softly once and then moved away.
I was frozen, watching her again as she began to lift some light weights. And after a time, I began to obsess about how many other men were watching her, and how they were watching her. It was unsettling just how that made me feel. I was not a man prone to physical rages of any kind, but seeing the way they looked at her made me feel violent.
“Why do you dress like that?” I asked her quietly the next time she moved close. “You have a beautiful body, but do you have to show off every single inch of it?”
I wanted to take back the words the instant they left my mouth. I didn’t want to come across like a jealous psychopath, or worse, a chauvinistic ass.
Or even, God forbid, unappreciative of the spectacular view she was giving me.
Luckily she seemed unfazed. In fact, she smiled that sweet smile of hers. It was mysterious and too perfect. “You wouldn’t have looked twice at me if I wasn’t wearing this.”
That just blew my mind. Could this Goddess actually suffer from self-esteem issues?
Impossible. Blasphemous.
“Honey, I would have been drooling over you if you’d walked in here covered from the neck down in a paper bag.”
She shook her head, getting right up in my personal space, her hands going to the front of my shoulders and rubbing. “Not true. You may think it is, but it’
s not. You see, the first time I came in here, I noticed you, but you didn’t even glance at me. I was wearing sweats, and I got nothing from you. The next day, I came in dressed like this, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away.”
I blinked very slowly, at a loss. Could that really have happened? Had I been so oblivious, so locked up in my own head that she’d had to prance around almost naked before I’d looked up?
The more I thought about it, that did sound like me. I didn’t feel good about it, but I could see it happening.
“I’m an ass. I’m sorry. I do tend to block out everything around me when I go into deep thought mode. Especially when I workout. That’s brainstorming time for me.”
She kept smiling, moving close until her body was pressed up against mine. “I’m not offended, and I’m not complaining. I can see how I affect you, and I love it. I only told you that because you asked me why I dress like this.”
My hands went to her hips. I really was about a second away from doing something that would involve public indecency, at the very least. “You’re saying that you only dress like this for me? That you’ve had your eye on me from the first time you came here?”
She didn’t hesitate to nod, giving me really solid eye contact. “Yes. I saw you and I wanted you. Is that so hard to believe? Have you taken a good look at you?”
I groaned and started kissing her.
She was just too much. Everything my bruised ego and trampled heart needed to start to mend themselves.
She pulled back after a few beats, her hands going to my chest in a failed attempt to keep me at a slight distance.
My hands were filled with her ass, and gripping close, I rubbed myself against her.
I hadn’t lost all concept of where we were; I’d just lost the ability to give a damn.
“Wait, stop,” she said breathlessly, and it was enough to make me take a step back.
No meant no, even my less thinking brain was aware.
“There’s a massage room in back. I don’t know if it has a lock, but I’m pretty sure it’s empty right now.”
My breath was shuttering in and out, and I just looked at her. She certainly knew how to catch me off guard.
Grabbing my hand, she began to tug me in that direction.