by Tessa Layne
“Tell me you have condoms stashed someplace,” he murmurs as he relinquishes my mouth.
The words act like ice-water. I can’t deny I want him too, but the rational, protective part of me, still holds sway. But it’s been so long, the wanton side of me argues. For a beautiful second, I give in to lust. But then my courage vanishes. Fuck, who’m I kidding? I can’t do this. “I can’t have orgasms,” I mumble, face burning. “Not during sex,” I clarify. I’ve got a two-hundred dollar vibrator that does the trick quite nicely. But with a man? Even a woman- because, yes, after my divorce, I swung the other way for a while, desperate to figure out what was wrong with me. Never. Never with another human.
Nico’s voice is the picture of disbelief. “Now you’re bullshitting me.”
I shake my head, averting my eyes. “I think there’s something wrong with your dick.”
“There’s nothing the fuck wrong with my dick, angel,” he grits, thrusting into my hand.
No. No, there’s definitely not anything wrong with his dick. Kill me now. He closes the remaining space between us, pinning my hand between my very soft hips, and his angular, hard ones.
“Your partners should burn in hell for leaving you high and dry.”
I’m touched by his ferocity, yet I still don’t trust it. “Comes with the territory,” I mumble.
“Bullshit,” he grits, crooking a finger under my chin and forcing my gaze to his.
I blink rapidly, fighting the tears that have suddenly flooded my eyes. I don’t want to be this honest. Especially with someone like Nico. I can’t let him see me cry. I swallow and clamp down on the riot of emotions tumbling through me. “Have you noticed I’m fat?” I say baldly, unable to disguise the despair in my voice.
“Have you noticed, I don’t give a shit? You’re sexy as fuck, Alison.” He thrusts into my hand again, for emphasis. “Feel that? That’s me, desperate to fuck your brains out.”
My mouth curls up of its own accord. “You’re not the desperate type.”
He huffs out a low laugh. “Apparently, tonight I am.”
“But your ex-wife,” I mumble, throwing up my last defense.
“Is a lying, cheating, stealing, bitch on wheels who I hope I never see again.”
“Oh.” I let out a sigh. It would have been easier to leave Tommy if he’d cheated.
He shakes his head and steps back, holding up his hands. I feel the loss of him keenly. “Forget I said anything,” he says, eyes turbulent. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“No.” I close the space between us, my hand irresistibly drawn back to his erection. “You didn’t offend me. It’s… it’s just…” I take a big breath. “I’ve been burned. It’s hard for me to take people at face value.”
His face shutters. “You’re not the only one who’s been burned, sweetheart.” He stares down at me, eyes dark and dangerous. “And if you keep stroking me like that, I’m gonna jizz all over this towel.”
I giggle. I’ve been unable to stop squeezing him and stroking him while we argue, because Christ, his cock is magnificent. “I don’t have condoms,” I confess.
“Condoms aren’t necessary for orgasms. Only sex,” he says without missing a beat. “Say the word, and I’ll give you as many orgasms as you want.”
My heart is pounding so loudly, I’m sure Nico can hear it, too. Saying yes is dangerous. But the thought of orgasms with another human makes my mouth water. My mind goes to the stack of affirmations I’ve hidden in my bathroom drawer. I am the new hotness. I am strong and sexy. There’s no need to apologize for my urges. Years of therapy have taught me that, even if I still have trouble embracing it. I suck in a breath and slide my hand up his cock then hook my fingers inside the towel. The towel drops to the floor with only a gentle tug. His crown is dark pink and slick with pre-come. He half-growls, half-groans from the back of his throat and the sound arrows through me, straight to my aching pussy. I coat my thumb in his arousal, then bring it to my tongue. The salty tang explodes on my tongue, and I’m instantly addicted. I could taste him for days and not be satisfied.
“Alison,” he says tightly.
I sense the barely leashed control, and also a plea- for what I don’t know. But tonight, I’m firing my rational self, and I’m going to take all this man will give me. I stand on tiptoe, offering my mouth, while still caressing the tip of him. “Yes,” I murmur. “Yes to everything.”
Chapter Eight
Nico
She’s killing me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt close to dying before, but I’m quite sure this is what it feels like. My balls are heavy and tight, and if she keeps teasing my cock with her sexy fingers, I’m gonna blow like a goddamned teenager the first time he sees pussy.
I nearly do just that when she licks my pre-come off her thumb. Her eyes are dark pools of desire. I can see the unabashed want there and I hold my breath, waiting for her answer, praying to any god that will listen. I don’t deserve anything good in my life. I’ve taken too much, hurt too much, but I find myself bargaining that I’ll be better if she just says yes. “Alison,” I beg, not even sure what I’m begging for, except relief from the tension spooling through me, driving me to the edge of insanity.
It’s blessed relief when she offers her mouth with a simple, “Yes. Yes to everything.”
I snake my arm around her, pulling her flush against me as I take her mouth, claiming it with a hungry groan. There is no question that I will be claiming the rest of her, inch by lovely inch. I want to hear my name on her lips, begging for more, begging for release. I want to see her flushed and languid in the aftermath of multiple orgasms.
She kisses me back with an enthusiasm that only ratchets the ache in my balls, my need for release. I bend, and sweep her into my arms. Alison is not a delicate flower, she’s… substantial, but I don’t care. Her curves drive me wild, and the words of her hidden affirmations keep bouncing around my head.
“What are you doing?” she gasps, tearing her mouth from mine. “Put me down. You’ll hurt-”
“Hush,” I order, taking her mouth again. My arms may be on fire from the day’s labor, but I’m not a pussy. I can bench two-fifty, and she’s not anywhere close to that. I carry her the dozen or so steps down the hall, kick open the door to her bedroom, and place her on the bed. “Clothes off, angel,” I say as I pull my shirt over my head and drop it to the floor. “I refuse to be the only one with no clothes.”
Her eyes widen and turn hungry as she scans my body. She reaches out and traces my abs. It takes effort, but I hold absolutely still, letting her take her fill of my body. I can’t wait to do the same with her. Her hand dips between my legs to cup my balls. My cock jerks, the tip weeping for her touch, for her mouth.
“Alison,” I say roughly. “Take your fucking clothes off.”
Her mouth breaks into a slow, dirty smile at my crudeness, eyes lighting with expectation. “Or what?”
“I will tear that pretty pink blouse in two,” I promise, half-hoping she pushes me to keep my word.
“Yeah?”
Fuck, I love how she doesn’t give an inch. “Try me.”
She leans back on her elbows, biting her lip, eyes daring me to make good on my promise.
I bend and brace my hands on either side of her elbows, looming over her. My blood runs heavy and thick through my veins, pulsing in time with my cock. The animal part of my brain has taken over. I want to roar, to rut like a bull and mark her everywhere. I nip at her lower lip, biting just hard enough to elicit a gasp, then soothe it with my tongue. She lifts her head, chasing my mouth. I let her catch me- it’s no hardship to have her mouth on mine, her tongue sliding against mine with needy abandon. I could kiss her all night, but there are other pleasures to be had.
Our heavy breaths echo off the walls, filling the room with an ancient, primal music. I trace a finger along her neckline, searching for a weakness in the fabric, which I find close to her shoulder. I rise, bringing both hands to the seam and I pull, hard. The fabric r
ends with a treble screech, ripping the fabric in a diagonal slash, exposing a thin lace bra, see through enough that I can see her dark nipples puckered and tight.
I yank again, reducing her shirt to shreds and pulling the pieces off until she’s in nothing but her sexy lace bra. I give a silent fist pump when I see it’s a front clasp. I drop my mouth to her nipple, licking and biting at it through the fabric until she writhes beneath me. I give the other the same treatment. My cock is like steel, and grinding into the soft silky bedspread offers no relief. But right now, this isn’t about me. I reach for the clasp and pop it open, her breasts spill out of the fabric in the most magnificent fashion. I dive in like a man starved- licking, biting, leaving my mark on the satiny, soft flesh, that I can’t get enough of. Her breath has turned to pants, her moans to mewling cries.
I reach for the edge of her leggings. Her hand covers mine, and I raise my head. Her face is glorious, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed, lips plump and bruised, her chest red where my stubble has grazed her skin. “Are you okay?” I rasp.
She bites her lip, panic momentarily flashing across her face. She drags in a ragged breath.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shakes her head vehemently. “No. I-I…” she pulls in another uneven breath. “Don’t stop. Please,” she adds after a moment, pushing on the elastic and lifting her hips.
Please has never sounded more beautiful. I yank her pants over her hips, and in seconds, they join my shirt on the floor. She wears high-waisted sheer lace panties that match her bra, but what has me riveted is the dark stain of arousal at her pussy. I drop my head to the spot and inhale deeply, filling my lungs with the sweet musky scent of her. She tastes just as lovely, and I tongue and suck at the fabric, filling myself with her.
She lets out a long sigh and an “Oooooooooohhhhhh,” that ends in a moan.
“You’ll like it even better with your pants off,” I rasp.
She answers with a vocal sigh. “Yes.”
Shamelessly, I bring my hands to the seam and rip, the sound of fabric tearing cutting through our breathless pants. The other side tears just as easily, and then she’s free. Exposed to my gaze, pussy lips swollen and deep pink, peeking out through a neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair. It takes all my self-control to not dive in and feast. But I want this to be unforgettable for her. Permanently etched into her brain for the rest of her life. I drop to my knees and push her thighs open.
Alison’s head pops up. “What are you- oooohhhh.” She moans when I trace my tongue up the inside of her thigh. “Are you sure you- OOhhh,” she moans again when I bite at the juncture of her inner thigh and torso- a breath from her pussy.
Her hips rock as I mark her thighs, and one of her hands clutches at my hair. The other grabs at the bedspread. “Do you want me to taste your pretty cunt, angel?”
“Yes,” she says between pants, spreading her legs wider. I bring my hands to her cunt, gently exposing the most private part of her. She unfurls like a flower- an exotic lily, with deep red lips fading to dark pink and light brown, glistening with arousal. Her clit is stiff and dark, emerging from its hood like a rosebud in spring. I want to claim this part of her, mark it as my own. My mouth and fingers will have to suffice for now, but soon enough, my cock will take this, fill her like she’s never been filled before.
I draw a finger from the dark pucker at her ass, over the soft flesh to her opening. I circle it slowly, paying attention to her breath, to the way she moves, watching for clues about what she likes, how she wants to be touched. I dip a finger into her opening, coating my finger in her honey. “Do you like how this feels?”
“Yes. Oh god yes,” she gasps, arching into my finger.
“And what about this?” I slide my finger upward and circle her clit, finishing with a little pinch.
Her hips buck off the bed. Her breath is ragged, shallow, barely in control. My scalp tingles from the ferocity of her hair pulling. “Yesss. Oh that, too.”
I drop my mouth to the inside of her thigh again. “You want my mouth on that gorgeous cunt?”
“Yes.”
My mouth hovers over her pussy, not close enough to touch, but close enough she feels my breath where she wants my mouth. “Do you want me to eat it until you come? Until you can’t think?”
She pulls on my hair so hard, my eyes water. “Yes,” she growls. “Stop talking.”
I’ve never been happier to oblige. I take a long slow swipe up her seam, tasting her, committing her flavor to memory. She’s like a fine wine, complex and luscious. She fills my mouth with notes of salt, musk, and a sweetness that’s uniquely her. I lick again, exploring every dip and crevice, every crenulation. Her hips take on a rhythm that I match as I slowly devour her, saving her clit for last. I can tell from her cries and the way she writhes, that she’s close, but I’m so far from finished, it’s not funny. I dip my tongue into her channel, thrusting with the same slow, relentless pace I plan to use when I finally fuck her, losing myself in her flavor, sucking and licking like she’s my last meal. She lets out a long, low moan when I finally seal my mouth over her clit, lapping at the rigid point like a cat with cream. Her cries rise and her thighs squeeze my head in a vice-like grip as she rolls and bucks beneath me until a shudder wracks her body and a keening wail fills the room.
But I know it’s not over for her yet, so I keep going, taking my fill until she quiets. Her thighs are sweat-slicked and coated with her arousal, and I want nothing more than to cover my cock in all that sweet goodness, to sink into her soft flesh and bury myself to the hilt. Alison raises her head and gives me a shy smile that burrows straight into my chest. A knot forms deep behind my sternum as we gaze at each other. “Wow,” she says, her smile reaching her eyes. “Just. Wow.”
My chest puffs. I know I’m good, but to see Alison the ball buster, languid and clearly satisfied, fluffs my ego.
She bites her lower lip and turns her face away. “I… I should go get dressed.”
I rise from the floor to stand over her, my cock jutting hard and heavy between us. “Oh hell, no, angel. We’re just getting started.”
Chapter Nine
Alison
His cock is enormous. Seriously. Enormous. And beautiful. All I can do is stare- at the flared crown, deep and dark, nearly purple, at the pulsing vein along his shaft, at the thick length of it. My mouth waters to taste it, more, I want it inside me so bad, that I can feel the ache building in my cunt again. The sensation surprises me. I’m unprepared for the hot lick of desire lashing at my nipples and racing down to my clit. “W-we are?” I stammer, flicking my gaze to his, then back to his cock, and up to his eyes again. He’s dead serious.
He glances at the old-fashioned clock on my bedside table, then looms over me, his cock coming to rest on my belly. “It’s barely eight. What part of all night didn’t you understand?”
My body thrills at his declaration even as I wonder if I can possibly last that long. “What did you have in mind?”
His gaze sharpens, and the corner of his mouth curls up as if he has all manner of dirty activities in mind. “Grab my cock,” he orders with an edge to his voice that sends tingles of awareness rushing through my body.
I reach between us to grab it and as soon as I wrap my hand around its girth, I know I never want to stop touching it. The skin is like the smoothest, softest velvet, although there’s nothing soft underneath it. He’s hard as iron, and I give a tentative stroke along his length, up to the engorged head, covered in beads of pre-come. My pussy throbs, when he lets out a guttural noise, desperately wanting in on the action. It would be so easy to shimmy up the bed, and guide him into me, to let this beautiful instrument fill me up. My dildos will pale in comparison after this.
Condoms, the last shred of rationality reminds me harshly.
But I’m on the pill…
Nico Case isn’t exactly trustworthy, my brain points out.
True. I should listen to the protective part of me, the part that got me out
of a toxic marriage, the part that works to build me up and keep me emotionally safe. Yet, in this? I feel like I can trust Nico. I shouldn’t, but I do.
He drops his head, bringing his mouth to mine, gently pumping into my hand, while his tongue slides along mine. I taste myself, a mildly salty, round addition to the sharp flavor of him I’ve quickly come to enjoy. He breaks our kiss only for a moment. “This is how I’m going to fuck you once we get those condoms.”
“What if I want it harder?” I challenge, because I can’t resist.
“Oh you’ll get it that way, too,” he promises darkly. “But right now, I want to fuck those gorgeous tits of yours.”
I’m all in. Too late, I think of the stretch marks. “Can we turn off the light?”
“Fuck, no,” he grits. “No hiding.”
That’s all I want to do- hide. And the fact that he said ‘no hiding’ means he knows exactly why I would want the lights off. Suddenly, this all feels too big, too scary. Too dangerous- like I’ve been cracked open and my soft underbelly has been exposed. A lobster without her shell. I have so much more confidence in the dark. My gaze snaps to his. All I see there is heat. Unabashed lust.
“What are you afraid of, Alison?” He asks with a sandpaper edge to his voice. “I’ve already seen all of you.”
Humiliation.
Ridicule.
The words pop unbidden into my mind. But that’s the old me talking, I remind myself harshly. I’m the new hotness, dammit. I deserve to have a satisfactory sex life with whatever partner I choose. I deserve to have orgasms. As many as I want- which let’s face it, is all the damn time. And if someone as lickable as Nico Case wants to give them to me, why the fuck would I say no? I suppose I should thank Tommy for teaching me that when it comes to women like me, men aren’t emotionally trustworthy. I will never again invest emotionally in another man, but that doesn’t mean I have to be a nun. Nico is just the man to end my dry spell. I push the fear away and allow myself to relax. “You’re right. Old habits, I guess.” I pull his head down and kiss him, because if I kiss him enough, focus only on the physical, I can chase away the demons that haunt me