26
I
don’t know what I’d been expecting when Eric invited me to his place. A big condo? A monster mansion that a billionaire would live in? He was a professor. And while I’m sure he wasn’t poor, he certainly wasn’t swimming in cash either.
The brick town house was cute. There was a large tree with thick foliage that hung above the walkway that led to a small covered porch. It was enough to diffuse the light from the streetlamp on the road, casting interesting patterns on us as we walked by.
“Watch your step.” He lifted me up over a raised stone. “I’ve been meaning to get that fixed.”
“A real hazard.” I didn’t really mind being pressed against his side.
“The top step is a bit wonky as well.” He actually sounded embarrassed.
“You’re an evil villain. Shouldn’t your lair have traps meant to slow down unsuspecting superheroes?”
He gave my side a gentle squeeze before unlocking the door. “I hope you’re not allergic to cats.”
“You have a cat?” Damn, how did I not know that?
“I don’t, but my neighbor does. She’ll sometimes crawl across the porch roof and pick at my window until I let her in. Crazy thing.”
“You rescue cats from roofs. Careful, or you’re going to ruin your evil reputation.”
The front door was barely closed when Eric spun me around and pressed me against it. My hands flew to his chest and my lips barely parted before he devoured me with a kiss. I grasped at his body, wanting to pull him in as hard as I could. If there’d been a way that I could have dissolved against him I would have done it.
His mouth was greedy; his tongue plunged deep into my mouth. My skin felt electrified, tingling with the brush of his hands across the silk of my dress. When he cupped my breasts, a jolt of arousal shot straight to my cunt, making me moan and writhe against him. This wasn’t going to be enough, not tonight. Yet, it would be easy to simply let him carry me to his bed and make love to me. I wanted that, God I really did. But tonight was about something more. Showing him that we could have this, have fun and our lives wouldn’t fall apart.
It took effort, but I pulled back from him. “We need to stop or else you won’t get your dessert.”
He groaned and dropped his forehead to mine. “I don’t care about food right now.”
“I think you’ll like this. It’s on the cards, after all.”
“Day Twenty-one.”
I grinned. “Day Twenty-one.”
“I’m stopping under protest.” He stepped back and it was clear to see his erection tenting his dress pants.
“Noted. I promise you’ll enjoy this.”
I took his hand and started to lead him into the house, when I realized I had no idea where I was going. “Kitchen?”
“Wasn’t expecting that. Straight down the hall and on the left.”
It was with a sense of relief that I quickly laid eyes on his microwave. “Wait here, please.”
I should have practiced my technique for what I was about to do. The bit of reading I’d done gave some guidance, but I didn’t want to go too deeply down that particular rabbit hole on the Internet. Scary, scary things online. I peeled away one section of the banana from the bottom, leaving the stem whole. Then I carefully pulled the banana out and set it on the counter. Ten super-long seconds in the microwave was all it took for my prop to be ready.
When I turned back around to see Eric, he was wearing the most adorably horrified and confused expression.
Bless.
“Are you freaking out?”
He swallowed but didn’t look away from the peel. “A bit.” I took a bite of the banana and collected the peel from the microwave. “Bedroom. And naked.” I spoke between bites. This banana was actually a tasty one.
Eric shook his head but led the way up a narrow staircase to his bedroom. His room wasn’t huge, but somehow he’d made room for a big bed and two bookcases. Old, dark wood trimmed the place and offset the light blue walls. It was charming and very masculine. “Brown and blue.”
“Just like I said.” He took off his tie. “I have a request. If that’s allowed.”
“Maybe.” I licked up the remaining side of the banana before popping it into my mouth.
Eric licked his lips. “Can you keep the red heels on? They’re sexy.”
“A foot fetish, Professor Cyborg?” I winked at him. “I think I can accommodate you.”
He started to unbutton his shirt, slowing down when he realized I was paying particular attention. “Didn’t one of those cards say something about a striptease?”
“I think so.”
“Why don’t we tease each other?” His smirk matched my own. “Or don’t you think you can resist my charms, Super Vixen.”
God, I loved this man.
“Better hurry. You don’t want your treat to get cold.” I slipped one strap of my dress down so it hung around my biceps. Then I waited for him to remove his shirt before doing the same on the other side.
“Glenna—”
“Pants too, Professor.”
I waited until he pushed them down, leaving him only in his briefs and socks before I undid the side zipper of my dress and let it slip to the floor with a near silent
whoosh
. I’d chosen to wear red lace panties and bra to match the red of my dress. Another little splurge for this evening. Eric growled softly, confirmation enough that I’d made the right choice.
“On the bed.” I held the peel between my forefinger and thumb. “It’s getting cold.”
I’d never seen a grown man move that quickly before in my life. Before I crawled onto the bed, I paused long enough to pull his socks off, tossing them over my shoulder. He shook his head, smiling, but didn’t argue.
“I have you in my grasp, Professor Cyborg. This is payback for the evil you’d inflicted upon me the other night.”
“The vibrator?”
“No. For doubting that I cared for you. That I wouldn’t fight for you.” I bent down and licked a long trail up his thigh. “That I would turn tail and run at the first sign of trouble.”
His face tightened, but the look in his eyes was pure lust. And maybe a bit of something else. I’d worry about that later.
I set the peel on the bed beside me and reached up to pull his briefs down. He helped just enough to make it easy for me, and then I forced him back to the bed with a single hand to his chest. “Don’t move.”
The peel had grown cooler than the blog I’d read suggested it should be. While it might not exactly feel like a pussy, I hoped it would be enough to give him a taste of something kinky and fun. Carefully, I slipped the peel around his straining cock and closed my hand around it. With his shaft cocooned in the peel, I began to slowly pump his cock with slow, smooth strokes.
“Jesus.” He thumped his head against the mattress. “Glenna—”
I couldn’t stop from giggling.
Thank you, whoever wrote these cards
. I wasn’t exactly pushing him into the land of blissful craziness, so I bent my head and began to lick his balls and the insides of his thighs as I continued to stroke. I picked up the speed and cooed as his body began to shudder and twitch beneath me.
“Too fast.” He reached for me, his fingers gripping my arm. “I don’t want to come.”
“Oh no. We can’t have that. Your torture will last far longer than a few minutes.”
I tossed the peel aside and repositioned myself so I could have better reach of his cock. Ignoring him as best I could, I licked a long swipe up his shaft. “Oh, it tastes like banana.”
“I wonder why.”
I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, teasing the head with my tongue. It was the oddest flavor—banana and arousal, chased by a bitter aftertaste—but I quickly grew addicted to it. I put every ounce of want into my blow job. I didn’t mind giving them in the past, but with Eric I wanted to take it from a
thing
to an art form.
The more I sucked and licked, the louder his moans grew. His fingers were buried deep in my hair, pulling and directing me. His nails grazed my scalp as he cupped the back of my head. “Glenna . . .”
The popping noise I made when I pulled off him was obscene. “Yes?”
“My turn to be evil.”
One moment I was draped over him, and the next I was flat on my back, my head partially off the side. I laughed when he rubbed his face between my breasts, mouthing at the sensitive skin.
“Curse you, Cyborg.” I hooked my legs around his torso.
“You’ll never escape me, Vixen.” He kissed across the tops of my breasts. “Never.” He nipped at my nipple through the lace. “Ever.”
With a skill that I shouldn’t have forgotten he had, my bra was swiftly removed and tossed beside the banana peel. Once he pulled my panties down, he lifted each of my legs and draped them over his shoulders. “I’ve wanted to do this again since our first time together.”
There wasn’t anything tentative about his mouth on my pussy. He sucked my clit into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. Without warning, he added two fingers and began to pump me hard and fast. I was wet and horny, too wound up from the evening’s teasing. Eric pushed and coaxed with his mouth and hands until my orgasm blasted through me. I grabbed at his head, keeping him in place until the waves of pleasure finally subsided. Only then did I let him pull back, stroking his face when he smiled up at me.
“Evil man.” I sighed.
“I’m not through with you yet.”
It was an absolute treat watching him walk naked across the room and out into the hall. There’s nothing better than seeing the body of a fit man in motion. He was back after a moment of rummaging around, condoms and lube in hand. “I wasn’t expecting this tonight. I’ll have to move these back into the bedroom.”
Now, for the final part in my plan to seduce the hell out of him. “I hope you have extra lube there.” I carefully got onto my hands and knees and shook my ass at him. “I believe you had a longing to engage in Day Twenty-four?”
He was on his knees behind me in a flash. But rather than jump to the whole
let’s have butt sex
part, he kissed my ass cheek before biting it. “You will kill me.”
“You’ll love it.”
Pulling at my cheeks, he kneaded the flesh. “Have you done this before?”
“Once. It was . . . interesting. You?”
“No. It’s been a fantasy. Grace wasn’t interested. Neither were my other lovers.”
Okay, I shouldn’t have been as pleased as I was about being the one to do this for him, but I totally was. “I’m happy to help, Professor.”
“I’m going to take some time and play. Loosen your muscles. I’ve read that if I don’t do that it can hurt you.”
His hands shook as he squirted lube across my asshole. The one time I’d done this, I’d been a ball of nerves. My boyfriend had pretty much browbeaten me into trying it and, unlike Eric, he hadn’t taken the time to get me in the right state of being. I was already relaxed from my orgasm, so his index finger slipped easily into me.
As it had that previous time, it felt weird. But Eric took his time, pumping in and out. After a minute, he added a second finger and started the process over again. What I wasn’t expecting was for him to reach between my legs with his other hand and begin to play with my pussy. The mutual stimulation of both my front and back had me bucking against him in a matter of moments.
“You’re tight and wet.” He kissed my ass again. “I’m going to add a third finger.”
With the additional digit in place, he began to flex and fan his fingers. The faint twinge of pain melted away and it took no time for him to move in and out of me easily.
“Put the condom on and fuck me.” Sweat had broken out across my body. My muscles shook and I knew given enough simulation I would probably come again. If we didn’t move things along quickly, that would happen without him even being inside me.
Eric withdrew his fingers and I turned my head so I could catch sight of him putting the condom on. He then placed one hand on my lower back as he guided his cock to my ass. I relaxed against the intrusion, adjusting as he moved into me with small, shallow thrusts. It was surprising how quickly he filled me and how little discomfort I felt.
Clearly my ex was an idiot.
He gave me a few steady thrusts before he did something unexpected. He picked up the banana peel and tore it open. Then he leaned forward and pressed the slick inner pulp to my clit. “Payback is a bitch.”
“Fuck.”
It was the strangest, yet most arousing thing I’d ever experienced in my life. I didn’t know what to do, where to focus my attention. The fullness of my ass sent shivers through me, filling me in a way I’d never experienced before. The moist slide of the peel felt like water, satin; something alien and I loved it. Eric’s thrusts faltered as he tried to fuck me and rub me off. It wasn’t fair to either of us for him to do all the work.
I reached between my legs and took the peel from him. “Just fuck me.”
The trade allowed me to grind my cunt against my hand, increasing the pressure tenfold. Eric in turn grabbed my hips, the change in position making his movements more fluid. Our moans mingled as we chased our mutual releases. His body shook and his fingers flexed repeatedly on my hips.
With my shoes still on, I had to be careful about moving too much and scraping the sides of his legs. I widened the space between my knees, which gave me more room to manipulate the peel against my clit and allowed me to push my ass higher into the air.
“Shit.” Eric slammed into me as he roared out. My muscles clenched around his cock as it milked every bit of come from him.
It became hard to breathe, everything was too much. I was desperate to come again, but I couldn’t manage it. Eric fell against my back, his cock still buried deep in me. I continued to frantically work the peel, but wasn’t getting any closer to orgasm.
Eric reached around me and batted my hand aside. Without the peel, he slid his fingers between my labia to tease my clit. “So wet. Hard.”
He set a pace far slower than I had. Pressing against the top of my clit, he worked small circles over the sensitive nub as he leaned in and sucked on my ear. “You’re so beautiful. Full of fire. I’ve wanted this from the moment I shook your hand last year. Wanted to strip you bare and make love to you.”