Dare To Be Wild (5 page)

A steady stream of warm breath hit her wet nib, tantalizing her with a fire and ice sensation and taking her desire up a notch. “Hmmm,” she moaned. “Isn't she pretty? Wouldn't you like to give Quincy a kiss?”

He did, and moved to respond, but she wasn't quite ready yet.

“No, keep blowing,” she called out.

Back in position, he continued to blow while moving his hands, which had been clutching the sides of the ottoman, to stroke his engorged member.

“Ah-ah-ah. No touching,” she decreed, painfully enforcing her own rule. Every nerve ending in her body wanted, needed, demanded that he touch her, but delayed gratification was still proving to be a powerful aphrodisiac.

“That feels nice, baby. Now taste it,” she commanded, gently opening the folds of her vagina wider.

He dropped to his knees, and with his face directly in her pleasure zone, lapped up her creamy middle with his tongue. Wanting to make the best of this opportunity, he began to tickle her clit, first at the tip and then with the broad whole of his tongue. She felt weak with want and grabbed his head, pushing him deeper between her legs. Without instruction (ya gotta love a man who thinks quickly on his knees), he began to suck her clitoris like a pacifier, pulling the blood from the rest of her limbs and causing it to pool at the very tip of her sexual universe.

Her hands, answering the call from a jealous chest hungry for more attention, kneaded her breasts before concentrating his attention on rolling her nipples until they were as stiff and engorged as her clit.

“Stop, stop,” she demanded, pushing him away before he could make her come. Despite the throbbing, telltale signs of an approaching orgasm, she wasn't ready to come. “Stand up.”

He complied, rising to his full six feet four inches, which placed his dick squarely in her face. She ran her fingertip against the tender underside of his head, causing his rock-hard shaft to bounce in her hand.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked.

“Suck it,” he managed to squeak out.

“You'd like that, wouldn't you? You want me to take that pretty, hard dick in my mouth and suck it until you come?” Her voice cracked. It was getting harder and harder to remain composed.

“Yes, baby. I would. Please. Suck it. Kiss it. Touch or let me touch it. Do anything. I can't stand it anymore!”

“Or do you want to fuck me? Would you rather I suck you off or fuck
you off?” She was getting bolder and nastier as the arousal escalated.

“Either. Both.”

“Kiss me first,” she demanded, giving him permission to touch her.

Happily he lowered his face down to hers and filled her mouth with a hungry tongue. There was no façade of romance or love. This was a kiss fueled by pure lust. Primal desire. She loved it and it released all sense of control. She grabbed his dick and pulled it toward her. Fucking in that chair was an absolute impossibility and she damn near threw the two of them to the floor in an attempt to get him inside of her as fast as humanly possible.

“Fuck me!” she demanded.

She spread her legs in welcome and he grabbed his dick with one hand and pushed it inside her. Her body and mind gave a collective sigh as he glided in and out, hitting every nerve ending he could find on both the up and down stroke. After several moments of glorious poking, he placed his hands on the floor on either side of her head in order to lift his body and adjust the angle. Once again, he began to thrust and grind with mounting intensity, this time with his dick hitting her ready-to-burst bud.

Livia couldn't hold her pleasure at bay any longer. Her body tensed and she heard herself scream as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over her. The release was strong and powerful and seemed to last blissfully forever. She lay back, spent and happy, feeling lost and languid in her own watery afterglow. A few more minutes of lollygagging and Livia took a deep breath and lifted herself out of the bathtub. She quickly dried off, grabbed her journal and climbed into the bed and under the sheets.

Pen in hand, Livia opened her journal to finish the list, inspired by her rub-a-dub-dub-in-the-tub activity.

Fuck-It List

1. Buy and play with toys.

2. Vacation at a nude beach and go skinny-dipping.

3. Get a sexy tattoo

4. Sex with Kiss a woman

4. TBD act of outrageous sexual behavior

5. Have a one night stand with a stranger

6. Have sex in a public place

7. Have
9
¹
/
₂
Weeks
sexy food play

8. Find and fuck Bobby Jeffries

9. Make love on a boat

10. Buy a yellow chair.

There it was, the fuck-it list. Giving herself a break, Livia checked off number six. It might have been sex with herself, but it was no doubt in a public place. Well, public enough, as she wasn't at home, and there was a crowd involved, though technically they were in another room.

You're cheating.

“Shut up, Ethel,” Livia demanded, as she erased the check, and her old, conservative alter ego from her mind. Okay, so technically the crowd was in another room. Shushing Ethel, she moved on to finding and fucking her first love, Bobbie Jeffries. This would definitely be a challenge, but she was intrigued by the idea of sexually experiencing the man who, then a hot and horny teenager, she'd stupidly kept her legs crossed for because they weren't married. Number ten was going to be the hardest to pull off, but the scene at Naomi's place had burned itself into her memory and that man had captured her imagination. But finding a suitable chair was now a mission.

Looking it over again, she also questioned sex with a woman, crossed it off and wrote
kiss
before striking that off the list too. Like the chair, Livia figured adding it had everything to do with that afternoon, but while it might be the fuel of many fantasies to
come, she doubted she'd ever have the courage to actually be with a woman. Sure, Lena had only good things to say about her experience, well, that is until it momentarily blew up her world, but Livia wasn't trying to become heiress apparent to her father's broadcasting empire.

She downgraded that fantasy to a “to be determined” expression of outrageous sex and immediately checked it off. “There, Ethel, you satisfied?” she asked, happy that she could now legitimately check off that afternoon's escapade. “One down and nine to go.” But Livia's moment of satisfaction was short-lived as she looked over her list one more time.

“Who are you kidding, Livia Charles? You are no more going to fuck someone in a public place or have a one-night stand than Jennifer Aniston is going to get Brad back.”

Making the list had been fun, but in actuality, the only thing Livia knew for sure was going to get accomplished was number one. She was going to go online, buy a few toys, spend a weekend exploring herself with a vibrator, water down her version of what had happened at the Maddox house, report back to the crew and be done with it. And while she was definitely going to do what she needed to do to rev up her sex life, Livia sincerely doubted that the fuck-it list would be any more than an inventory of exciting fantasies for her naughty alter ego to explore within the safety of her head.

And that's what Livia would do. All talk no action
. With a defeated sigh, Liv reached over and turned out the light.

“Goodbye, Quincy. Welcome back, Ethel,” she said, before punching up her pillow and flopping over onto her back. As her head hit the pillow, Livia felt a tempting twitch between her legs—a silent but powerful tingle that spoke loud and very clear.

“I don't think so, bitch.”

“You were with him last night, weren't you?” Chris accused Jasi once the throbbing in her pussy began to subside.

“You are a real BK,” Jasi announced, reaching down to the floor to pick up her panties.
Damn, how did she find out?

“BK? Is that some new hip lingo you picked up from your boyfriend? What the hell does that even mean?”

“Buzz kill. As in, instead of being able to bask in the fucking afterglow of the amazing licking you just gave me, I have to hear this shit. And for the last time, it's not what you think.”

“So he's just another beard to make your mother happy?”

“Not exactly,” Jasi said, giving Chrissie her ‘don't go there' look, as she zipped her jeans. She had no intention of discussing either Todd or her mother.

“So you are fucking him.”

“And what if I am? We're not exclusive, remember? I made that perfectly clear when we first hooked up.” Jasi felt her tone turn cold, which she hated because Chrissie was sizzling hot and really knew her way around a pussy, but Jasi was definitely not in the mood to get into this territorial bullshit today.

“I
know
we're not
exclusive,”
Chrissie shot back, spitting out the word like the nail in her heart that it was. “But you should at least decide which team you're going to play on. Either you're a lesbian or you're not.”

“Are you really going there again?” Jasi got up to retrieve her
T-shirt and pulled it over her naked chest. The sexy mood between them had evaporated and the only thing she wanted to do was get the hell out of Dodge. “You've known I was bi from the very beginning.”

“I'm just saying, Jas, it's not fair.”

“Chrissie, how in the world does my liking both dick and pussy make this an unfair proposition for you or anyone else?”

Chrissie stood and tugged at Jasi's turquoise nugget belt buckle, pulling her lover close enough for her to see the tears pooling in her brown eyes. “Because if you don't have a preference, then nobody has a chance with you. There's no way to compete.”

Jasi unleashed her “you're precious” smile and fought to resist the temptation to say something sweet and comforting. She also resisted the urge to reach down and suckle those delicious, coco brown, 34D's staring up at her. She didn't want to give Chrissie false hope by either flattering or fucking her. Besides, Jasi was scheduled to meet Livia downtown at three, and according to her watch, even if she left now, she was going to be late.

“You're sweet,” Jasi said, touching Chrissie's forehead with her lips. It was the kiss of death because while she had no issue doing boys or girls, Jasi did not do cling-ons, and this sad sister was beginning to reek of Velcro. “But I have to go. I'll call you.”

Chrissie fell back on the couch and watched her lover pull on her boots and head for the door. Jas could tell by the look on her face that Chrissie clearly understood what had been left unsaid—she was never going to dial her number again.

•  •  •

Livia stood in front of Tickle Me Pink uncomfortably shifting her weight from foot to foot, too chicken to go inside by herself, and getting progressively more embarrassed while waiting for
her chronically late friend to arrive. Livia's intent had been to fulfill her pinky promise by partaking in a little online shopping spree. Her mistake had been calling and asking Jasi to recommend a good website. So instead of remaining an anonymous cyber freak, here she was in public. When it came to Jasi, good intentions, like Livia's diet plans, often got shoved to the wayside.

To tell the truth, Livia would rather be taking this excursion with Aleesa or Lena, who both were much more sexually free than she, but who would handle her with kid gloves through this. No such luck with Jasi. She was always so full steam ahead about everything, especially when it came to anything sexual. Livia had never met another woman who defined herself through the pleasure principle as much as Jasi did. She viewed sex through a man's mindset—there was no such thing as too much or too often. Depending on what eye you looked out of, Jasi could be viewed as an insatiable freak and borderline slut, or simply a sexually evolved woman who saw the pursuit of her own pleasure as an inalienable right.

Livia was a wee bit cross-eyed when it came to how she felt about her friend. She was indeed awed by Jasi's self-confident sense of sexual entitlement while, at the same time, a bit taken aback by her lack of moral certitude. Jasi's moral compass seemed to always point in the direction of N—for nasty.

Still, in the end, it was probably a good thing that it was Jasi on the task. Livia was certain she'd push her beyond Ethel's old lady tendencies, or at least try. Livia wasn't quite sure how far down Jasi's road to sexual freedom she was ready to travel at this point.

Livi tried to settle her nerves and bubble up some bravado by channeling Quincy.

So what would Quincy do?
For Quincy, this would be no big deal. Just like going to the drugstore to pick up tampons. No, condoms, she corrected herself. Quincy would walk into this place, proud
to let the clerks know that she was about to get seriously busy. Yeah, that's what Quincy would do.

Livia felt her body pull itself up to its full stature and turned to see Jasi speed walking up the street.

“Hey, doll!” Jasi's voice called out. “Sorry I'm late! Let's go buy you a dildo!”

The guy walking past broke out into laughter and Livia felt Quincy disappear, crushed by the weight of the ginormous cringe that had enveloped her body. Before Livia could die of embarrassment right there on the sidewalk, Jasi grabbed her elbow and whisked her inside.

Tickle Me Pink was nothing like she'd imagined. She'd pictured in her head a seedy, dusty porn shop atmosphere, full of cheap sex novelties like blow-up sheep and sex dolls. But Livi was pleasantly surprised. This store was open and airy, and set up more like a high end jewelry store. The décor was definitely boudoir chic, carried out by black, flocked wallpaper and flourishes of hot pink. Two crystal chandeliers shed soft light on the elegantly showcased merchandise. Lining the walls were black bookcases stocked with various products grouped together by purpose.