Authors: Erika Almond
She teased me with soft kisses. Just as I was getting drunk
on the feel of her lips she pulled away and smiled. She came a hint closer for
another kiss but kept it light again. My hands had been busy trying to yank off
my shirt but when I went to put my arms around her she stepped gracefully out
of my reach.
The way she teased me made me grin. “Now you be a good girl
and come on over here, Lucille.”
She wagged a finger at me and leaned against the dark wood
of the wall next to her big unmade bed. “I’d like a little show first.”
My smile got bigger. I liked doing stripteases for Lucille.
I wanted to fuck her instantly and then five more times after that but her
cool-blue eyes told me she was in charge.
Mmm.
It was fun being bossed
around for a change.
Women sure did get turned-on when I showed off my goods and
that got me hot too. So I lifted my white T-shirt up real slow, unveiling abs
toned less by sit-ups and more by the alternating speeds of thrusting into
women. Making love could be amazing exercise if you did it as long and as much
as I did. Hellfire, I could write a book about fucking yourself into shape if I
wasn’t so busy doing it.
I peeled the shirt over my chest slowly and thought of the
way women loved to lick the space between my pecs. I took the shirt off over my
head but left the sleeves on my arms so I could reveal one at a time the biceps
women liked so much. Lucille included, from the look of her.
After I let the shirt drop to the floor I trailed my fingers
over the outline of my hard-on straining against my jeans. Lucille licked her
lips. “Want to see what I have for you?” I asked. I only undid my belt buckle
when she nodded. I pulled the belt through the loops in one slick movement. “I
may have to spank you with this later,” I said with a half-smile.
“If I don’t tie you up with it first,” Lucille purred.
Ooh yeah.
My cock jumped with the thought of the fun
we’d have. Lucille was hands down the best fuck I’d ever had and probably ever
would.
I slowly lowered the fly of my jeans and felt my eyes
closing as my cock got that first hint of freedom. I preferred when a woman
unzipped me, especially with her teeth, but I contented myself with being one
step closer to burying myself inside Lucille to the hilt and fucking her ’til
she screamed my name.
That thought made me lose patience for my
Magic Mike
act.
I turned around to show her the ass she liked to grab as I pulled off my jeans
and briefs together. Then I faced her again to give her the big reveal. My cock
was hard and flushed and ready. It pointed at Lucille as though my compass had
found true north.
She licked her lips again. Lucille liked sucking my cock. To
get her back for making me stand so far away from her, I took a few extra
seconds taking off my sneakers and socks and stepping out of my jeans. Then I
jutted my chin at her. “Now how about you show me what you’ve got for me.”
Lucille untied her belt and let the robe fall open. She
wasn’t wearing anything else but she knew she could still tease me half crazy.
Lucille circled the outline of her breasts and pinched her taut nipples. I took
a step toward her and she closed the robe quick. “Not yet.”
“Sure you don’t want me to help you with that?”
She smiled and nodded me away. I reluctantly returned to
where I’d been with my back against the wall. Usually women were begging me to
do something to them. Lucille was the only one who could have me on my knees.
Of course once I was there I knew how to make the most of that position.
I watched her like a hypnotized critter as she held her pert
breasts together and caressed her nipples with her thumbs. I reached toward my
hungry cock and stroked it slowly so I could do to Lucille what she was doing
to me.
Slowly I ran my hand along my shaft. The movement emphasized
its length and the natural curve upward I got when I was good and ready to
fuck. My cock fit inside a woman like a sex toy. Women who never thought they
had a G-spot found one when I fucked them. I sighed with false patience as I
rubbed a drop of my juice around my head with my thumb.
Bingo.
Lucille’s eyes went hot. She let the robe fall
to the floor as she climbed onto her bed. She lay down facing me and rolled
onto her back. Her long black hair trailed to the floor as she let her head
hang slightly off the mattress. Jackpot! She was going to deep throat me! Oh
this was my lucky day.
My breath shuddered with anticipation as I leaned over her.
Her cool hands went to my hips to guide me. I gasped when I felt my head being
enveloped by the moist warmth of her mouth. “Whoa my God, Lucille…”
She answered by pulling gently on my hips to ease me inside,
inch by inch. My breath hitched in broken pants from her tongue snaking along
the sweet spot on my cock. My tool twitched between her lips. And my heart
jumped.
God I loved this woman. I had from the first time she’d
taken me when I was nineteen and every time she’d allowed it since. I loved her
too much to stay sane. When I’d told Lucille in the past how I felt she just
laughed. She knew I loved women and she liked her men. Lucille was right about us
being two of a kind but I craved her above all others.
She took almost all of me before pushing my hips back then
forward and back again, fucking her mouth with my cock.
Oh shit. Oh God. Oh
fuck this is good, keep going. Oh Jesus don’t make me come yet.
I opened eyes that had been clenched shut with the
unbelievable feeling of being mouthed by a woman who loved sucking cock and was
better at it than anyone I knew of, and that was saying something. My eyes fell
on Lucille’s small, neat garden of dark curls, a pussy I knew to be sweeter
than the glaze on the honey-dipped crullers at the Bear Claw Bakery.
Dropping to my elbows, I pulled her thighs apart and dove
between her legs. Lucille’s moan of surprise sent a vibration humming through my
cock. She sucked me harder. My body throbbed with clashing desires to keep this
good thing going or come hard in her mouth. But I wanted her pussy now. I
turned my attention to that.
The beautiful female perfume of her made me dizzy. The
delicious taste of her almost made me lose control. I licked at her with more
passion than skill before I remembered I wasn’t there purely for my pleasure. I
got a hold of myself and pointed my tongue to tease her clit. That little pearl
was swollen for me and I wrapped my lips around it and sucked and kissed. Then
I made a spear of my tongue and plunged it inside her. Lucille was so wet just
from sucking me off. I felt like a king. Now I’d make her feel like my queen.
I licked the sweet cream from inside her and I stroked her
clit with my fingers. I felt and heard her moaning and her hips rocked and
shuddered. I kept licking and stroking and loving the way her whimpers of
mounting pleasure were muffled by my cock down deep in her mouth.
Her head fell away from my tool with a cry of passion as she
came. Her whole body trembled beneath me. She’d come so hard words were beyond
her. Lucille shuddered as I licked at her softly to give her a few more
aftershocks.
I turned around and pulled her to me so her head was back on
the bed. She’d come so hard she was positively glowing. I’d done that to her. I
puffed out with pride at turning her into this gorgeous puddle.
“Did that feel nice?” I asked. She could only nod as I gave
her soft kisses. “Good. Now I’m going to take this cock you got so hard and
make you come again.” I quickly thought about all the ways I liked to do
Lucille. Doggy style. Her on top so I could watch her tits bounce as she rode
me. Reverse cowgirl so I could look at her gorgeous ass. Hell, I thought as I
reached into the drawer of her nightstand for a condom, I liked fucking her
every which way. She looked so pretty lying there I wanted her just the way she
was.
I rolled on the rubber fast and looked down at my spent
queen. “Tell Riley what you want, baby.”
Her smile alone would’ve made a lesser man shoot his load on
the spot. “I want that big cock. I want you to fuck me the way you know I like
it.”
Lucille always did know how to get me with the right words.
I kissed her hard as I guided my cock inside her slow. I felt her warmth all
around me and sighed as she gasped. When she tucked her knees under my chest to
make her pussy tighter around me I nearly lost it right then and there.
I reared back and looked between her legs as I pumped in and
out of her, nice and slow. Damn if I’d ever get tired of watching my cock
disappear inside a woman and come out slick and dark with want before it slid
back in again. “Oh Lucille. God, your pussy’s sweet.”
Kneeling back on my heels, I put one of her ankles on my
shoulder. Then I turned her on her side to scissor-fuck her. I knew the curve
of my cock was teasing her inside at a different angle. “Oh Riley, yes,” she
moaned. I grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it hard. I was starting to
lose it and turn into a mindless fuck machine. Lucille clamped my hand to her
breast.
She’d revived enough for me to give her another quarter turn
onto her hands and knees. I grabbed her hips and thrust inside her fast. “You
like it when I fuck you like an animal, don’t you, you beautiful bitch?” I
growled.
“Harder,” she urged. “Oh fuck fuck Riley fuck me!” I knew
that was as close to “I love you” as I was ever going to get from Lucille.
I was so near to coming I was almost high. I withdrew and
spun her around onto her back and pushed inside her so deep. I felt her arms
and legs clutch around me. Her breaths got sucked in and driven out by my body
as I pumped into her like a man possessed.
Mad pressure built inside me. My cock was so hard I thought
the rubber around it would burst. I fucked her harder and faster. I heard her
panting turn to cries and then one long scream.
Lucille’s whole body clenched around me. Her hips arched up
to mine and her pussy clamped around my cock. I heard her shout my name and
then—
Oh—
Oh God—
My come shot out of me so hard it knocked the breath from me
in a holler. My whole body tensed up as if I were being electrocuted. For a few
seconds Lucille and I were one in ecstatic bliss. We clasped each other in a
kind of love that had my body shuddering and my mind wiped clean of anything but
her.
“Lucille,” I panted as I collapsed on the pillow of her
breasts. “Oh Lucille.”
From under me I felt and heard her soft laughter.
I lounged on Lucille’s big bed while she was in the bathroom
freshening up. I wanted to stay but she’d already made noises about having to
do a lot of whatever people who work and own houses do.
As I listened to her rinsing off in the shower I knew my
time with her was short unless I could figure out a way to spend the day with
her. Not that we’d ever done anything together but fuck. Truth was I could
never get enough of that with Lucille. I never hurt for company but with other
women I was the one blowing their minds. Lucille blew mine and then some.
I flopped over on her bed in thought and heard something go
clunk
behind me. I pushed the pillows aside and fished around between the mattress
and the old-fashioned wooden headboard. “Well, look here now,” I said as I
pulled out the answer to how I could hang out with Lucille for a while longer
and have a ball.
She came out of the bathroom looking beautiful in a pair of
jeans that hugged her slender figure and a sleeveless low-cut white top. “Riley,
you still in bed?”
“Afraid so. Looks as though I may be for a while.” I gave
her my naughty-boy smile and held up one of my wrists, which was bound to a
headboard rung with the handcuffs I’d discovered behind her pillows.
I expected her to laugh along with me and was surprised when
she didn’t. “What?” I asked. “Come on, you like playing prisoner with me.”
“That I do,” she said. Her eyes were still locked on my
cuffed hand. “But those aren’t my shackles, Riley. And I don’t have the key.”
Josie
I angled my pick ’em up truck, once red but weathered nicely
to a faded rose by Mayfield County’s too-hot summers and witch-tit-cold
winters, up the hill toward my cottage. I slowed down a tad because my mind
wasn’t exactly on the road. Generally I liked the drive through Mayfield in
this late-August glory. There were so many spots I wanted to commit to canvas
with my paintbrush. Today I couldn’t focus on them at all. My head was still
back with my folks after sharing some news with them.
Maybe I’d been premature in telling them I had a new man but
word had gotten ’round that my best friend turned beau Riley had cheated on me.
Daddy had been upset enough already about a big energy company buying up half
of Mayfield for fracking, which he’d discovered might be an environmental
hazard. The talk of me being cheated on had Daddy threatening to blacken
Riley’s wandering eyes. That’d be bad enough trouble for the county defense
attorney to get into but worse considering the county prosecutor was Momma. To
keep our family business out of their courtroom I told them about Miles.
A rush of sexy memories made me pull over for a moment. My
head fell back on the seat and I was suddenly needful between my legs. I wasn’t
generally the wobbly type but I’d been in something of a state for a few days
since meeting Miles Masterson.
I’d gone to a matinee at the Hawthorne Cinema Palace to
escape the heat of the summer day and my anger over discovering I’d been a
cheated-on, cock-whipped dupe. All I’d wanted was some cool-down time. What I
got was time with a man so severely handsome he could inflict permanent damage.
Miles and I had been alone in the balcony, watching the
slasher flick he was starring in. After his character got offed by the
homicidal maniac we made our own far more entertaining X-rated movie. We’d made
love again later that night when I invited him over for some cool lemonade and
hot fun. And again the next day when we went on a picnic and read scripts to
find a project worthy of Miles’ talents. We ended up acting out a hot scene of
our own that I wouldn’t soon forget. The nice ache between my legs reminded me
of that while asking me when more of the same might happen again.
Shitfire. Thoughts of Miles made me fan myself despite the
air-conditioning in my truck. The man was having an effect on me that I hadn’t
experienced in a long while. It made me wonder again if I shouldn’t have kept
my time with him as a one-night stand. Or more specifically a one-afternoon
stand against a movie theater chair, with fistfuls of thick blond hair in my
hands and my body wrapped around a wall of pumping muscles.
But after that time and the others, Miles’ strong, warm arms
held me as though he meant to press us together for a long while after he
screwed me senseless. The sweetness of his kisses and the way he looked at me
spoke likewise of something more.
After the first time Miles fuck-blinded me, he blindsided
me. He wanted me to meet his parents. And he wanted to introduce us at the New
York City premiere of the movie he was starring in, with me as his red-carpet
date. While not exactly a wedding proposal, I recognized this as Miles seeing
me a little differently than I saw him. Or how I was trying to see him so I
could keep from getting hurt when he left Mayfield County, and me, to return to
Hollywood.
If anything, I’d been trying to push him away so he could go
be successful. I’d even found him a great script for a gritty TV series called
Lawman
.
Miles had talent and promise. As someone who once had both myself I knew better
than he did what happened when you held that kind of magic back.
An old memory returned with surprising freshness, still
sharp enough to cut. A long time ago I’d been taught that when I gave someone
my heart, he was likely to hand it back to me in jagged pieces. Recalling that
made me stop being so hard on myself for trying to resist the sweet look in
Miles’ eyes.
That was about as easy as focusing on the road again so I
could continue on home.
My family worries and sexy thoughts left when I pulled up to
my cottage and saw Riley’s Mustang parked outside. What the hell? I wasn’t
exactly mad at him anymore but that didn’t mean he was still living with me. I
made a note to get my key back as I stomped up my porch steps.
Riley’s dog Roscoe gave me a fretful look when I came
inside. “Get your brindled butt off my couch, you fool mutt! Riley, what in
blazes—” I was cut short by a blast of cool air, refreshing and completely
unexpected. How was that possible? My air conditioner had given up the ghost
last week.
But there was a brand-new air conditioner sitting pretty in
my living room window. On the table nearby was a plate of crumbs where my
Juneberry crisp had once been and a pitcher with the last of my lemonade drunk
and gone.
Then I heard the shower being shut off and a deep voice
singing a mountain lullaby at a soft pitch. When the bathroom door opened Riley
emerged, wet and naked.
He wasn’t as put together as he might have liked but there
was little question as to why the women of Mayfield County threw themselves at
him. Present company not, during a drunken night or twelve, excepted. Riley’s
tall frame was draped in lean muscle built not by sports or gym but bedroom
athletics. Knowing what I’d discovered when I gave him my virginity and when
I’d slept with him recently, I couldn’t keep my eyes from going to his
legendary cock. It didn’t have to be aroused to be impressive, a potential
model for high-end dildos.
I also couldn’t help but notice that Riley had acquired a
set of handcuffs. One metal circle dangled closed but empty from the wrist the
other was clamped onto. Knowing what Riley could get up to, I wasn’t all that
surprised by his new accessory.
Riley pushed a handful of wet chestnut-brown hair out of his
eyes and jumped near a foot in the air. “Jesus, Josie! You might let a body
know you’re here!”
I rolled my eyes. “Riley,
I
livehere. You’re
the one supposed to tell a body you’re in
my
home. And what’s your naked
body doing here anyway?” I stomped past him to the linen closet and handed him
a towel.
“Nah, thanks. I prefer to air-dry.” The handcuffs clanked by
his side as he walked casually over to the air conditioner. “Ohhh, does that
feel good after the heat of this day.” He grinned at me. “Well, what do you
think? Brand spankin’ new.”
I went over to admonish him to put on some clothes as we
weren’t intimate partners anymore but my words became a long sigh of relief as
cool air washed over me. “Oh, that’s heavenly,” I admitted. “How’d you afford a
new one? You finally get a job?”
Riley smirked at the thought. “Fellow owed me a favor. I
promised I’d replace it, didn’t I?” A look of winsome contrition came over his
face. “It’s part of my apology for what happened with the real estate lady. I’m
sorry, Josie. I never meant to hurt you.”
I waved him off. Riley’s explanation for cheating on me was
that he’d fucked the real estate lady to get a break on my dream home, the
prettiest Victorian house in all of Mayfield. That passed for an inspired plan
in Riley’s world. I half blamed myself for trying to make a boyfriend out of a
man I knew was addicted to females. “I already forgave you, Riley, but I’m even
more forgiving now.”
“Thanks, Josie.” His eyes were more puppy dog than Roscoe’s.
“You know you mean the Earth to me.”
“Yeah, me and every other woman in Mayfield.”
Riley looked hurt. “No, you especially. My best and truest
friend,” he insisted.
“I’m just teasing.” I smirked at him. “Who gave you the
bracelets?”
His full lips twisted in consternation as he regarded the
handcuffs. “I can’t talk about it.”
“What’s this now? We’ve been playing kiss and tell since
high school.”
“You didn’t name your balcony buddy at the Cinema Palace,”
Riley countered.
Indeed I hadn’t. Riley and I kept each other’s secrets but
he was a tad too starstruck for me to tell him about Miles. I changed the
subject. “Thanks for the new air conditioner. This does feel nice.”
“It’ll feel even better when you’re not letting all the hot
air in, silly.” He nodded toward the door I’d left open. I walked over to close
it and right before I did I saw a sleek black SUV pull up in my driveway. The
person behind the wheel who lit up at the sight of me was none other than Miles
Masterson.
I gawped at Miles. Then I turned to see Riley with his back
to the air conditioner, leaving his impressive package free for my guest to
behold. I was suddenly granted the power to see into the future and the
portents were dark indeed. By the time my head whipped to look out the door
again, Miles was climbing my porch steps two at a time.
Even as I knew a situation was about to explode, my heart
took happy note of details becoming familiar to me. I loved that Miles stood
head and shoulders above me. And the way his hair turned different hues of gold
according to the position of the sun. His skin looked like buffed bronze,
especially against the black T-shirt and white jeans hugging his lean and powerful
build. Joy radiated from the smile he shone on me and his eyes were pure blue
merriment. “I couldn’t wait ’til tonight see you, cowgirl,” he said in that
dusky voice that gave me the shimmers.
Just as he reached for me there was a holler from across the
room. “
Shitfire!
”
Miles started. Then he gaped. I watched the simple math
adding up in his head when he saw not just Riley but naked Riley in my cottage.
Storm clouds gathered fast. “Guess I shouldn’t show up unannounced,” Miles
growled. He was turning to leave when Riley said, “You’re Miles Masterson from
Cabin
Fever
!”
Miles and I both froze in the doorway as Riley bounded over
like a very naked pup. “Whoa my God,” he said with a look of pure delight on
his face. “You’re in that new remake of Drake Perkins’ horror classic
Cabin
Fever
! It is you, right?” Riley was wild with excitement. “Josie, do you
know who this
is
?”
“I do,” I said, struck dumb at this sudden turn of
circumstance.
“It’s Miles Fuckin’ Masterson!” Riley said anyway. “Star of
Cabin
Fever
!” He turned to Miles. “Dude, that movie looks insane. I’m the biggest
Drake Perkins fan alive. I’ve seen all his films and I’ve been counting the
days until this one comes out. Can I have your autograph? I’m sorry, I know you
must get asked that a ton.”
Up ’til now Miles had been agape, probably wondering if
Riley was shining him on or maybe a tad odd in the head. “Matter of fact,” he
finally said, “this is the first time anyone’s ever recognized me or asked for
my autograph.”
“No way.” Riley beamed at him. “I’m the first?”
“Yup,” Miles said, “and likely the only naked man who’ll
ever ask me too.”
“Huh? Oh,” Riley said, looking down at himself but not at
all sheepish. “Forgot. I just prefer to air-dry after I get all hot and sweaty.
You know how it is.” The handcuffs on his wrist clanked as he gave Miles a
genial elbow in the arm, unaware that he’d made things go from bad to confusing
to worse.
“Yeah, I can see how it is,” Miles growled.
“No, you can’t,” I said, my tone not one to be trifled with.
“Riley, you’ll get an autograph another time. Miles and I got talking to do.”
Understanding dawned at last over Riley. “Josie. The guy you
screwed in the balcony at the Cinema Palace was Miles Masterson?” He grinned at
what in his horror-movie fanboy estimation was the score of the decade and held
up his cuffed hand to high-five me.
I stomped to the bathroom, grabbed his pile of clothes and
shoved them in his waiting hand. “Get gone,” I muttered. “Put your pants on
first so you don’t give Mrs. Beadle next door the memory of a lifetime.”
Riley shrugged. “Nothing the ol’ gal hasn’t seen before.
Shitfire, a movie star right here in Hawthorne!” He grinned at Miles and left
without so much as a how-de-do that he was starkers, except for the cuffs of
course. Roscoe followed with his curly tail wagging as though the whole affair
had gone just swell.
Miles watched them both go before turning to me, his mouth
still hanging open. “Josie, who in the blazes of all hell was that?”
“Riley Wanamaker,” I answered, as shocked as Miles at what
had just transpired. “Mayfield County’s answer to Don Juan and my best friend.”
A scowl had no ill effect on Miles’ handsome features. “Best
friend with benefits, I reckon, and options for fun on the side in the movie
theater balcony?”
“Reckon again,” I warned, my hands in fists on my hips. “I’m
not that kind of girl and you’d best not imply that I am.”
“Hellfire, Josie, what am I supposed to think?” Miles
insisted. “I come here to see the woman I can’t get enough of, I find her with
a naked man and I’m
implying
something?”
“I was with my folks ’til a short while ago,” I seethed. “I
didn’t know Riley came here to keep his word on replacing my broken air
conditioner. He got dirty installing it and he cleaned up. That’s all.”
“He’s your ex, isn’t he? Or maybe not-so ex. And you’re
saying there’s nothing going on with him.” Miles’ words had the sharp tang of
disbelief.
I got right up in his face, close enough to catch a
delicious whiff of lemony soap warmed by the manly heat of anger. “I don’t
often repeat myself.”
Miles didn’t back away and I got to see all the different
colors of blue in his eyes. “If you’re well and truly done with him, Josie,
then tell him not to come around here anymore.”
“I will not. He’s my best friend and has been for ten years.
And don’t you try to tell me what to do, Miles Masterson. You’re an actor, not
the director of my life.”
Miles grabbed my arms, his tanned biceps flexing as he
brought me close. I was surprised both by his sudden move and the way I found
it exciting. “I need to know for sure that you’re through with him,” he said.