Authors: Jenna Castille
“Down the hall,” she whispered against his mouth. It didn’t take him long to get into the swing of things. Sweeping her off her feet, he started walking, lips still locked on hers.
Wasting no time, he kicked the door open and tossed her on the bed. Lisa gasped but didn’t struggle. She crawled back for a better position to watch him as he peeled off his pants, his last remaining barrier.
Sheer masculine beauty. Lisa stared at sheer masculine beauty. Here, in her bedroom. His body sculpted hard and proud. His cock springing long and hard from a thatch of dark curls, a tiny glint of wetness peeking from the tip. A dark god come down to earth and offering himself to her for her enjoyment.
Heady.
Julian didn’t hold himself from her for long. After fishing in his wallet to find a foil-wrapped condom and rolling it over his hard cock, he crawled forward over her body. “What’s that look for?” he asked.
“What look?” she gasped as he curled his hands into her sweats, easing them down her hips. Her abs jerked in the cool air.
“The I-can’t-believe-this-is-happening look. It’s a bit intimidating from my side.” He stared down at her, leaning forward to place a kiss on the twitching flesh above her close-clipped pussy.
“Okay, you’re hot,” she panted, back bowing toward him, begging for his touch. “Surely Tim tells you that.”
Julian scooted up her body, sliding his naked flesh against her own. “Well, Tim’s pretty hot in his own right. So I can’t say I’ve seen that look on his face.”
“Not even the first time?” Lisa asked as she tugged on his head, forcing him to face her.
He shrugged, tucking one of her silver locks behind her ear again. She’d never had a man more fascinated by her hair than her boobs. “Maybe the first time.”
“Well, there you go.”
Julian just smiled back.
“What?” she asked, seeing the pure happiness shining in his gaze but not understanding it.
“You’re going to be mouthy in bed,” he teased, licking the mouth in question. “I need to figure out a way to keep that mouth of yours occupied.”
“Any ideas?” she breathed, looping her arms around his neck.
“A few but they’ll wait.” He grabbed her hands, forcing them over her head. He parted her legs with his knees. “I can’t take any more foreplay. I want in you. Want to sink in, wrap myself in warm wet silk.”
He took both of her wrists in one hand and slid the other down her body. He dipped a finger into her wet heat, gliding back and forth across her slit. “Good. You’re wet and ready.”
“Little quick, aren’t we?” she gasped, her actions not matching her words as she reached for him. “Aren’t you going to seduce my senses, savor this first time? Tie me to you?”
His mouth slammed down over hers, his tongue imitating what she wanted his cock to do. Leaving her breathless and wanting, he pulled back. “I’ll always savor you no matter what. The tying part’ll have to wait. My bed’s better for that kinda play. No, I’m going to ravage you, take you places you’ve never been before and can’t reach without me. I’ve waited too long to take it slow. Longer than you know.”
Lisa clenched her fists as he slid deep, slid home.
Filling her completely, Julian held still, eyes clenched shut and nostrils flaring. “Fuck. Better than I imagined. So hot. So wet. So perfect. So beautiful.”
Incoherent words fell from Lisa’s lips in answer as she shoved upward, wanting more. Needing more.
He grunted but pushed down in response, sliding a few seductive inches farther in before stopping completely. “God, sweetheart,” he muttered between pants, “that’s it. Hold me tight. Squeeze me in that tight, tight pussy.”
Lisa drummed her heels into his immobile lower back in a sporadic rhythm. Stillness? She wanted a good hard fuck and he gave her stillness? “Move, damn you! Do whatever you want. Just move. Move. Now.”
Julian laughed, the random shake dragging a scream from her as tender, hypersensitive flesh fought to contain the jagged pleasure. Her frantic hands clawed at his shoulders.
With the little pain he arched back, giving her what she needed. Giving her more.
Lisa gasped as he grazed a spot no one had ever taken the time to touch before, a node of nerves deep inside. Her body stiffened in his arms. Her head tossed back and forth as her tongue seemed to swell in her mouth, choking her on ecstasy.
“Like that, sweetheart?” he asked but didn’t stop, a piston pounding against that spot, that wonderful, awful spot.
“Yes,” she howled. “What I want. What I need.”
Julian wrapped his hands around her hips, pounding her depths. Harder. Faster. No longer gentle. Taking them both where they wanted to go. Higher. “Give it to me, sweetheart. Tell me the words. Wanna hear you say it. Give me what I need. Tell me how you want me to take you.”
A hoarse groan flowed from her lips, counterpoint to the rhythmic slaps of heated flesh on flesh. “Fuck me hard. Take me. Use me. Make it all go away. Make the world go away,” she cried as tears blurred her vision, surrounding Julian in a halo of wavering light.
He hooked his arms under her knees, pulling her legs up around his shoulders. Lisa screamed as he thrust even deeper. For a split second she felt so connected, felt like one being with another person. Never closer. Never alone.
Never again.
Then her pleasure spilled out, rippling forth like an ancient tide. As her womb and pussy clenched and released Julian cried out and joined her.
Lisa sighed, content, as Julian collapsed at her side. He mumbled, stumbling out in the direction of the bathroom. But his temporary absence changed nothing. She felt the connection still glowing warm inside her.
It comforted her and scared her to death.
Chapter Fifteen
“You did what!” Janice yelled before rolling on her back and curling her knees to her chest, her peals of laughter echoing off Lisa’s bare white walls.
“It’s not funny,” Lisa griped, tucking her legs under her on the couch. How could so much happen to her in such a short time? “I don’t do things like that.”
“Well, obviously you do now.” Janice batted her eyes and fanned her face with her hand. “Wow. Here you were warning me about sleeping around and you go out and hop into bed with bisexual hottie man. You totally can’t expect me not to give you shit about it. Man, I have ammo for the next decade or two.”
Melodrama Queen
. Lisa tossed a throw pillow at her overly amused friend’s head, bouncing it off her sputtering face. “You’re my friend. I totally expect you to be on my side.” Lisa scowled as Janice continued chuckling, hugging the brown pillow as Lisa poured out her raw emotions. “I’m in emotional crisis mode here and you’re cackling.”
“Emotional crisis? What emotional crisis?” she asked, chucking the pillow back at Lisa. “You slept with a cute guy. He treated you right, more than right from the glow on your face. What’s the problem?”
Lisa cradled the pillow, staring down at it. Lost, confused, off balance. “The problem is I slept with a guy I just met.”
No matter how familiar and right he might feel curled in my arms
.
No matter how good he made me feel
. “Now, I’ve got to get ready to go on a date with him and his boyfriend. What more of a crisis do you need?”
Janice scooted closer, patting her knee. Lisa relaxed as Janice’s comfort flowed through her in warm, lapping waves. “Okay, immediate stuff first. Do you need to go shopping before your date? I can do your nails and hair. Hell for this I’ll do your makeup. But do you have something to wear?”
Lisa blinked, the thought of her mediocre wardrobe blanking out her mind. “Not what I’d like. But I don’t have the time, do I?”
“Let’s not panic,” Janice said in a soothing voice as she reached for her friend. “Take me to your closet. I’ll get an idea of what you have there, combine it with my own stuff. Don’t worry, I won’t let you go out with your new bed-buddies looking like a schoolmarm.”
“This is stupid,” Lisa grumbled, prying herself out of her seat, following her friend in spite of her words. “I feel like an idiot high school girl getting ready for prom.”
“Except now you know you’re getting laid before the end of the night,” Janice replied, flinging open Lisa’s bedroom door. “Better yet, you know how good it’s gonna be. So sit back and enjoy. Let me do the work.”
“I’m putting my trust in you.” Lisa eyed her friend’s multicolored streaks with trepidation. “Just don’t go too extreme. I still want to be me at the end.”
“No problem.”
No problem
,
she says
.
I had mind
-
blowing sex with a near stranger
.
I fell into bed with him like it was the most natural thing in the world and had the best orgasm in memory
.
Now I may be doing the same thing with his male lover
.
No problem
.
Lisa opened her closet and stood aside for her flighty friend.
Clothes flew out in a whirlwind in all directions. “No, no, no. Definitely not.” Janice stepped back for a moment, wrinkling her nose in disgust. “Dear lord, girl, where were you when god gave out fashion sense? I haven’t seen anything this bad since I played dress up at my grandmother’s house.”
“I just need business clothes and comfortable stuff for home,” Lisa mumbled defensively. It couldn’t be that bad. Could it?
“You’ve just put the last knife through the heart of my image of you. The wild free single woman has turned out to be a closet fogy. Well, hopefully these guys will knock that right out of you. Bring you back to the dark side. Okay, this has possibilities.”
Janice pulled out a short black skirt, part of an old uniform from her table waiting days. A skirt that had to be at least five years and one dress size old.
Her friend shook out the wrinkles and held it up to herself first. “Here’s a start. Try it on. I want to see how short and tight it is. With the right shoes and some fishnets it may do the trick.”
“A top might be nice too,” Lisa sniped, taking the skirt and eyeing it doubtfully.
“Why? You won’t be in it for long.”
Lisa scowled.
Janice took one look then threw her hands up. “Hey, just kidding. Don’t want you arrested for public indecency. That’s not part of the plan.” She shot her friend a coy glance. “I want to hear about you and two hot guys, not you and a bunch of beefy, greasy women. Not a personal turn-on.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. All future threesomes only to include sexy men.”
Sucking on her lower lip, Janice shook her head as she pawed through more clothes, not dignifying Lisa’s sarcasm with a reply. “One of your suit blouses’ll have to work. We’ll just make sure it’s unbuttoned with a nice lacy bra underneath and an eye-catching necklace that’ll highlight your cleavage.”
Lisa raised an eyebrow.
“Hell, woman, you’ve got it, use it.” She gestured at her less generous curves. “Do you have any idea how much women pay to get those things implanted? And to top it off you have the gall to still be perky.”
Lisa looked down at her ample boobs. People always told her big breasts were a plus, a real man magnet, but all she got from them were pain on the treadmill and an aching back. “So you keep telling me.”
“Yeah well, some of us aren’t as blessed. You’ve gotta deal with the boob envy. And heaven help you with the jealous stares when you’re out with those two prime pieces of eye candy. Now take a shower and put this stuff on. I’m going home to pick up the stockings and my makeup case. I might even lend you a pair of my boots.”
“Boots?” Lisa asked. The only pair she remembered Janice owning would be charitably called hooker boots.
“Trust me, with the skirt and the fishnets, the boots will give the outfit that last just-this-side-of-slutty look.”
Lisa didn’t know what she thought of that but when it came to style Janice had the advantage. Her own personal style might be extreme but Lisa knew that Janice had a better feel for looks than she did. Hell, any woman who could daily go from her present almost punk look to classic businesswoman attire had to have serious fashion magic up her sleeve.