by Tara Oakes
My stomach actually growls at the mere mention of food. “I could eat.”
Our driver looks into the rearview mirror to lock eyes with mine. “I was actually asking Beau, but we’ll get you something, too.”
Ouch. That stung.
“Well, I don’t want to be a third wheel,” I pout sarcastically.
“How ‘bout fish and chips?” Beau suggests. “I could go for that.”
Simon nods overenthusiastically. “Fish and chips it is! I know a place that’s open all night.”
I exhale deeply. I hate fish and chips, not like it matters.
~*~
“Haha!” Simon slaps his hand down on the coffee table. “That’s a good one!”
I can’t take any more of this. I’ve had just about as much as I can stomach of this newfound brotherly love.
“I’m going to bed. You two have fun.” It’s three in the morning and I’ve been riding the adrenaline high from our gig a few hours ago, but that’s worn off now. I’m crashing. And I’m bored.
Beau glances up. “You sure?”
Yeah. I’m more than sure. “See you in the morning.”
“I’ll get us a fresh round, buddy.” Simon grabs the two empty long neck bottles from the table. “Night Raven.”
I nod to him as he excitedly moves to cater to his new BFF.
Once the bedroom to Simon’s sex chamber is closed behind me, I move to peel off my black turtleneck while kicking out of my shoes. A trail of discarded items of clothing are left in my wake as I cross the plush carpeted room.
By the time I reach Simon’s round bed, I’ve nothing left on besides my thin bra and panties. I don’t like to sleep with a lot of clothes on, if any, and I’m tempted to strip completely, but am too tired to finish the job.
I don’t even bother to turn the light on. Instead, I move toward the bed with only the dim light of the recessed mood lighting. Once my knees hit the edge of the mattress, I fall forward and crawl across the tightly made bed up to the top, peeling back the covers to sneak in.
While on all fours, moving my way up to the pillows, I hear the door hinges creak.
“Wha--” I look back over my shoulder.
“Don’t move an inch, baby.” I can only see Beau’s silhouette in the dark, and hear his deep baritone voice. “Your ass looks fantastic just like that.”
I’m suddenly aware that my ass is in fact on full display for him, with my thong stretched thin down the center.
“Beau! What are you doing in here?” I begin to move.
“I said DON’T move.” He repeats himself, firmly, making me freeze in place.
I hear him moving, the swishing of his jeans as he grows closer, feeling the air displacement as he comes to a stop at the foot of the bed only inches away. Gooseflesh breaks out over my skin as I keep pin still.
An involuntary quiver spreads over my body and I shake with the unknown anticipation of what’s to come, waiting for his touch.
When I finally feel it, it’s the scorching heat of his palm on my right ass cheek, slowly gliding in a large circle over my curves. My eyes roll back and I bite my lower lip at the sensual feeling.
A loud smack rings out as his once gentle hand is lifted and dropped down hard, spanking me.
I gasp.
His hand returns to the targeted spot once again, rubbing delicately and my tensed muscles begin to relax.
Once the area is properly soothed, his hand disappears and I find that I miss it. When it returns, it’s roughly grabbing at the thin straps of panties by my hips, pulling down.
I hiss as the cool room air hits my tender exposed folds like lightning meets thunder in a violent summer storm. It makes my elbows weak and I nearly collapse from the intensity of it.
“Mmmm. My turn, baby.” His words escape his lips immediately before they smash down in the dampened crevice between my thighs.
“Ah!” I call out, burying my head down into the mattress just as Beau buries his mouth deeper into me.
Holy crap!
My breathing hitches and pushes hard from my lungs. Just as I think this can’t feel any more intense, he finds a way to do just that.
There’s a delicious roughness to his tongue as he devours me, stroking up and down, in strong circles, and finally latching onto the most tender bunch of nerves peaking at the top of my opening.
“God, your pussy tastes even better than I thought it would,” his words tickle and hum against my flesh. I grind further back into him, pushing my clit up against him.
Beau growls, slapping his hands down, grabbing the outside of my thighs and using the leverage to control which way my hips sway in friction against him.
“Oh!” I whip my head back, feeling my hair cascade against my cat-stretched back.
I begin to pant, biting my lip to keep from screaming out. The weeping from my core has grown to flood the space between my thighs, a steady flow showing him how he’s affecting my body.
Drinking me, Beau laps at the sweet sticky nectar until there’s nothing left but a coating.
“More?” he asks.
I can’t speak. All of the languages I speak mumble together in my head, and I suddenly lose all ability at speech. I can only feel.
The pointed tip of his finger teases a straight line up through the slickness right to its source, tracing the most direct route to make me come.
Once it hits the magic spot, he eases the tip in, circling around and around, dipping in dangerously far until my muscles clench him tight, trying to keep him in place. He’s strong, though, and reclaims his finger easily, pulling against the tension only to replace the next thrust with a second finger.
It’s been so long since I’ve felt what I’m feeling now, I had forgotten how good it can be.
My nails clench and grab at the sheets, savoring every single sensation as he slips and slides in and out, using his finger pads to paw at the hidden spot closest to my front. Adding something new, he begins to twist and rotate his wrist, working his fingers in a taunting corkscrew motion.
“Feel good, baby?” he wants to know.
I know he can tell what he’s doing to me. I know he can tell how close I am, though I’m fighting with myself, trying to draw it out and prolong the pleasure my body is becoming addicted to.
“So good,” I drawl tensely.
“How good?” he pushes hard on the soft spongy place his fingers have discovered. “Good enough to come for me?”
Massaging that magical place, I don’t get a chance to answer him before my body does it for me.
My breaths hitch and catch unevenly as my body tenses rigidly, shuddering as shockwave after shockwave ripples through me. All energy is drained from my body, escaping every which way it can.
My knees are no longer able to support my body and fall out from underneath me, with my body dropping to the mattress. I can feel my chest heaving, struggling to draw in the breaths to begin my recovery.
“That wasn’t hard at all,” Beau gloats. “Let’s see if we can get you to do it again, shall we?”
With a gentle guiding nudge of his hand, my limp body rolls over. My eyes languidly open and cast onto him as he stands over me. The rounded peaks of my breasts are nearly busting out of the thin lace cups of my bra and he stares at them ravenously.
Seeing him hunger for my body like this is as much of a turn on as anything. It’s not enough, though. I want to see him starve for me. Using the small bit of energy I can muster, I prop myself up on my elbows and fumble with the clasps of my barely there black bra.
Enjoying the show, his hands, with one still glistening from my arousal, move down to his jeans, unzipping the fly and reaching in to withdraw himself. The beautiful cock I had feasted on earlier tonight is displayed once more. As soon as I see it, my mouth begins to water, begging to taste it once more, remembering the salty gift it had given me.
I shimmy out of the satin bra straps and let the sheer material fall, exposing my fully peaked breasts.
; He fists himself, pumping to elongate and harden the weapon in his hands. It grows quickly, fully turned on. I decide to help with a little visual aid.
Using my fingertips lightly, I trail them down my neck, down the center to the valley between my breasts.
I moan and arch my back, as my fingers graze the sensitive swells, moving back and forth from breast to breast before finally settling on the right one, circling fluently around my scorching nipple.
His eyes widen in amazement. With his dick now fully erect, his hands are no longer needed to prepare the rock hard shaft. They move instead down the hips of his jeans, pushing the thick material down before he steps free of the legs altogether.
I don’t stop turning him on. Actually, I up the ante by pinching my nipple tight enough to make myself wince and groan in ecstasy.
“Fuck!” Beau delights. “I need to be in you so fucking bad, baby.”
He’s waiting for my permission, standing there, holding that thick meaty gift for me.
I smirk, enjoying the subtle torture I’m inflicting onto him.
Very slyly, I open my bent legs for him, spreading my still shaking knees apart, inviting him in. With an almost animalistic growl, he crawls onto the bed, lining himself up with my glistening pussy.
There’s no more foreplay, no more talking.
Only fucking.
His strong biceps prop him up on either side of me, flexing their bulges, I turn my chin to his left arm and nip at the skin. With one deep thrust, he enters me, filling me to the point I think I’ll split in half.
He’s huge, but my body has been preparing for this for the last ten minutes and amazingly, it finds a way to stretch around his girth. I cry out, not in pain, but in pleasured gratification.
My head tosses back, landing hard on a pillow, staring up to the heavens as his muscular body begins its work. The large overhead mirror I had thought tacky last night is suddenly proving its worth.
I see every powerful movement he makes from a brand new perspective, watching his ass cheeks clench and tighten with each thrust. The deep “v” indentation at the small of his back is sharpened, helping to support the magic his pelvis is finding a way to conjure.
His broad shoulders are splayed out over me, hiding my body from view, shielding it. The sight is bewildering and intoxicating, fucking my mind as well as his cock is fucking my body.
A Cheshire grin spreads out over my lips and I enjoy the sight, even throwing my hands into his short hair, pulling and tugging to help control his speed. The harder I grab, the deeper and faster he pushes into me, bottoming out exquisitely.
The feelings he’s gifting my body are enough to make me pass out, but I don’t dare. I don’t want to take my eyes off the mirrors and miss a single thing.
And so I watch.
For what seems like forever, yet not nearly long enough.
~*~
“Who would have thought Simon’s crazy sex bed would prove so useful?” Beau asks me as we lay in each other’s arms, both staring up at the mirrored ceiling.
Our fingers are deftly twirling and swirling each other’s body lazily.
“Oh, yeah? Who would have thought that you’d gain a new BFF on this trip? I’m not sure if I should feel jealous or not,” I joke.
He laughs. “Well, actually… you’re responsible for it.”
What’s he talking about? “Say again?”
He purses his lips and nods matter-of-factly. “Yup. See, when Simon was hacking into the live security feed while replaying the older footage on a loop for the security guards tonight during the heist, he got to see us down in the computer lab.”
My fingers stop moving on their own accord. A panicked embarrassment begins to spread through me as I picture what Beau’s describing.
“You mean…”
He kisses my head and pulls me in closer, holding me tight so I can’t escape. “He saw everything. Told me in the car. I’m his new hero, the one who he gets to live vicariously through since he knows he’ll never actually get the chance to be with you.”
Oh. My. God.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
BEAU
“Coffee?” I lower my lips down to her ear as she nuzzles into my side.
She hasn’t moved an inch since I fucked her the third time last night, leaving her to pass out in my arms.
“Mmm…” is Ravens only response, snuggling in closer and wrapping her smooth leg over mine tightly. “Sleep.”
Her offer is tempting. More than tempting, if it includes a little morning sex. But, we’re not exactly on vacation here.
“You sleep,” I find a compromise. “I’ll go get us some coffee. Simon has some ideas he wanted to get started on.” I kiss her shoulder. “Come out soon or I’m coming back in to get you.”
“Mmm.” She neither agrees nor disagrees.
Naked, I leave the warm bed and her even warmer body behind. My jeans are crumpled on the floor where I left them. Stepping into them, I hoist the denim up over my legs, tucking my bare dick in before zipping.
Taking one last glance at her naked sleeping body before closing the bedroom door, I savor the sight of the curve of her thigh. The sleek line of her body is extreme and immediately gets my mouth salivating as I remember those legs wrapped around me, hugging my hips while her pussy milked my cock dry.
Sated, for now, I leave the napalm of last night behind and creep out into the main living space of Simon’s pad. I don’t hear any sign of movement, so I assume he’s still sleeping.
Watching him make coffee yesterday, I’m confident I can get it done without having to ask for assistance. Two cabinets are opened before I find what I’m looking for and am able to get the coffee brewing.
Now that that’s done, I figure I might as well take this all the way and get some food ready. I can only guess Raven must have worked up as much of an appetite as I did last night.
The refrigerator is small and mostly empty, leaving the items easily visible. Eggs, butter and sliced ham will do. I saw a fresh loaf of bread on the counter near the coffeepot. All together, these are the makings of a feast- one I’ll cook and hopefully impress Raven with my very limited culinary skills.
Before long, the butter is sizzling and popping in the medium cast iron frying pan on the small two burner apartment-sized stove. Six eggs are scrambled with a fork and then covered with a thin layer of diced ham. Some salt. Some pepper.
Bam!
Breakfast is ready to be served just as the slices of toast pop up from the depths of the modern looking toaster.
“Let’s go, people, come and get it while it’s hot,” I call out from the kitchen.
Three place settings are laid out, with an equal amount of mugs poured with steaming, piping hot coffee.
One plate at a time is piled high with golden yellow eggs, crispy ham and one slice of fresh toast. Perfect.
“I’m serious, guys!” The heavy, empty pan is placed right into the sink. “Simon, get your scrawny ass up!”
My stomach grumbles just looking at what might very well be my best attempt at cooking. Still no sign of my companions.
This is bullshit!
I leave the food to cool, stepping out into living room. “Simon, I’m serious--”
What the fuck? No Simon.
Huh.
Leaning back, I can see down the single hallway and into the open bathroom at the end. The door is wide open and the interior light is off. He’s not in there either.
Simon’s living space is small enough that I can see every single square inch with only having to take a few steps. The only area I can’t see is the bedroom and I know for a fact he’s not in there.
Something feels off.
“Hey, babe?” I open the bedroom door. “You know where Simon is?”
I have half a mind to look under the bed, not putting it past the little pervert to have planted himself directly under where I was fucking the woman of his dreams over and over.
With the bed being on a solid plat
form, that isn’t even an option, though.
“Huh?” Raven doesn’t even lift her head from the pillow. “He’s on the couch.”
“No. He’s not. He’s not here.” I can’t help but notice a sense of urgency in my voice.
Raven rolls over, picking up the sheet to cover her breasts. Ah, it’s sweet that she’s shy, but we both know I kissed, sucked, fucked and came on those tits last night. “Throw me my cell?”
I gently toss the small device over to her, where she quickly types in the security code and holds the rectangular phone up to her ear.
Her expression doesn’t change. She finally gives up and drops the phone. “He’s not answering. I’ll get dressed and be out in a minute.”
~*~
“You didn’t think to check the screens?” Raven points to the centermost screen, where a piece of paper is taped. “I’ll be back before lunch. I found something online last night and wanted to check it out before getting you guys involved.”
The note is scribbled on a piece of lined, yellow legal paper. Raven raises an eyebrow while waiving the note around. “Now, do I smell food?”
I nod. “Kitchen table.”
In passing, Raven slaps the note to my chest, with the sticky tape adhering to my chest hair.
“Does he do these kinds of things? Just pick up and leave without telling anyone?” I follow her to the table.
Sleepily, she reaches for the closest mug, lifting to smell the aroma. “You’ve met Simon. Do you really think he’s predictable in any way, shape or form? I gave up trying to understand what he does a long time ago. It’s better for your sanity that way, trust me.” She takes a healthy sip. “Mmm. Looks good.”
The chair is pulled out and she sits to begin enjoying the meal.
“I don’t know,” I remain standing. “He told me last night that we had some shit to do in the morning. Why would he just leave if we have shit to do?”
She scoops up some of her scrambled eggs onto her bread and takes a crunchy bite. “Aw. That’s cute. You miss your buddy.”
Rolling my eyes, I take my own seat. “Don’t bust my balls. I’m telling you, something doesn’t feel right.”