Her Best Friend's Lover

by Shiloh Walker

  “Nope,” he said, grinning down at her like a fool. “You’re consoling me.”

  “Am I?” she queried, her arch tone ruined as she hummed with pleasure as he aligned her body with his.

  “Yup,” he replied, removing her shirt and unfastening her bra and flinging it aside. It landed on the canvas by the back door, hung there for a second before sliding to the floor. “Damn doc stole my money.”

  “Did he now?”

  “Umm,” he muttered, nipping at her shoulder before working his way further south. “And now I wanna fuck your brains out. I want you to suck on my cock again, with that pretty little mouth. I want to slide into that wet little pussy of yours and eat it up.”

  “In that order?” she asked, slightly breathless. The way he talked, the pictures he put in her head…She went wet just at the thought. “May be physically impossible.”

  Her belly was a high hard little mound. He dropped to his knees and kissed it before jerking her loose sweatpants down so she could step out of them. Catching her hips in his hands, he planted another kiss, this one open mouthed on the patch of hair at her thighs. With a grunt, he said, “So I’ll eat you first. Then, you can suck me off. Then we can fuck each other’s brain out.” Her knees buckled and Dale supported her as he eased her back down on the couch, nuzzling her. He ran his thumb from the hard little nub all the way down, opening her. Already wet and aching for him, she arched her hips up. He thrust his tongue deep, laving at her inner passage while his thumb and forefinger caught her clit and pinched it roughly. She shrieked and twisted under his hands. “Be still,” he muttered, releasing her so he could grab her hands, her left in his left, her right in his right so that her arms were crossed over her belly. He held hard, kept her pelvis still while he hardened his tongue and stabbed repeatedly at her swollen clit. “I’ve never seen a woman so easy to please, so ready for me to fuck.”

  Her face flushed and she twisted, trying to pull free from his restraining hands. He growled, his face still buried between her thighs, and tightened his hold. She fell back docilely at the look in those eyes, something ancient and female and instinctive rising inside her. Something willing to be dominated.

  He closed his teeth around her clitoris and pulled, suckling and pulling until she whimpered deep in her throat. Then he released it and laved at the abused flesh with his tongue. Bite, pull, suckle, over and over until she was shrieking his name and coming in his mouth.

  “Bed,” she panted, when she could breathe again.

  Dale lifted her and took two steps toward the stairs before he muttered, “The hell with it.” He braced her back against the wall as he fumbled with his jeans. The alcoholic haze had lifted a bit, washed away by the sudden heat, the sudden urge to mate with his wife. His woman. “Here. Right here.”

  “Right here,” she murmured in agreement.

  She thought he would take her hungrily, like he had that first time, and she craved it, craved knowing he wanted her so desperately. But he entered her gently, carefully. The part of her that yearned for his rough strength, his domination cried out in anger.

  Buried inside her, sucking much needed air into his lungs, he held still and asked, “You okay?”

  “No,” she choked, closing around him like a vice, legs wrapped around him. “You’re not doing anything.”

  “Sorry, ma’am,” he said, grinning like a loon as he pulled back and surged slowly back into her. He covered her mobile mouth with his as he pumped into her. She closed around him, wet, hot. Her skin dewed with sweat as she strained against him. Her legs, those long silky legs locked around his hips, holding him tightly against her. His mouth swooped down, covering hers, taking her mouth in a deep, drugging kiss. He fought down the need to take her hard and fast, fought down the urge to swallow her whole.

  “Harder, damn it,” she hissed, wanting, for some inexplicable reason, to be under his control. “Harder and deeper.”

  His head was spinning; it was unlikely that it was the alcohol that was responsible. It was Lauren, the taste of her, the feel of her, the scent of her. Shifting, he rode her a little higher, deeper, until she started to clench around him.

  “Dale-“

  The smell of her flooded his head, tickling some buried memory, and he clenched his eyes closed as he remembered another woman whose smell had driven him insane while he fucked her. He heard her cry out his name and he shook his head, shoving the thoughts away. Opening his eyes, he concentrated on Lauren, on her flushed face, on the feel of her tight little sheath as he pumped his cock inside her, on the hard firm mound of her belly. Blindly, he took her mouth, plunging his tongue deep, hungrily. The taste of her, the scent…smooth soft skin. Long legs, a body, tight, soft and wet with welcome.

  Dimly, Dale realized in some part of his mind that something odd was going on. But the thought flitted away, lost in the fog of need and liquor. She climaxed around him only seconds before he emptied himself into her.

  Dale awoke the next morning to only the third real hangover of his life. The sunlight that poured into the room had him cursing viciously under his breath as he was jerked without ceremony into complete, and horrible, wakefulness. A thousand little soldiers marched in his head, his mouth tasted like something at the bottom of a garbage can, and his stomach felt worse than that.

  Rolling over, he moaned into the pillow, wishing hopelessly for oblivion.

  Most of the previous night was a hazy. The last clear thing he remembered was stumbling onto the porch, feeling sick with guilt for fantasizing, hell, craving another woman. Then he decided to drown those memories, those needs out of his head with booze.

  The quiet sound in the doorway didn’t even reach his ears. His wife listened sympathetically to his not quite muffled curses and moans before turning and leaving him in silence. She already had coffee, real coffee brewing, when the shower started a few minutes later.

  She waited a few more minutes and popped some bread into the toaster and hunted down a bottle of aspirin.

  The shower stopped ten minutes later. Ten minutes after that, Dale still hadn’t appeared in the kitchen so she put the toast, coffee and aspirin on a tray and headed into his office. It was another converted spare room, this one facing the front of the house. The curtains had been jerked closed and Dale sat in the murky light, half dressed, with a scowl on his face.

  “What?” he demanded irritably when she started into the room. The aftereffects of the alcohol were making him feel mean. Son of a bitch, it was half her fault he was like this. He wouldn’t have gotten so damn drunk if he hadn’t felt guilty just because he had been dreaming of another woman, of a night that happened long before they had gotten together. He decided that a good honest fight would help and went about picking one with the only person available.

  “I brought some coffee,” she said, brushing aside his curt question with ease. She held it out to him, but when he didn’t take it, she set it on the desk with a sigh. “Want some aspirin?”

  He did, desperately, and he wanted that coffee, too. Even the toast looked good. But damn it, he wanted that fight more. Petulantly, his mouth drawing into a sulky snarl, he reminded himself why he had gotten so fucking wasted the night before. Her fault. He’d felt guilty about fantasizing about another woman and had a few drinks. Hell, that was why he hadn’t wanted to marry anybody; get married and suddenly a guy had to start checking perfectly natural thoughts.

  Narrowing his eyes at her, he growled, “No. I don’t want any damn aspirin and I don’t want any damn coffee. Lemme the hell alone.”

  He watched, in anticipation, as her eyes darkened and narrowed, watched as her mouth firmed in a flat, angry line. “Being ugly isn’t going to make you feel better, Dale,” she said, her voice mild.

  His eyes narrowed on her retreating back and a growl started deep in his throat. Being ugly might not help, but a good hard fuck would. Especially since she wasn’t going to oblige him with a fight. He went after her, caught her in the guest bathroom and pinned her aga
inst the sink. “I wanna fuck you,” he muttered gutturally. “That’ll make me feel better.”

  Her eyes widened with surprise, and darkened with instant lust, but she said coolly, “I don’t think I want you touching me.”

  “Liar,” he rasped, his hands streaking under the high cut night shirt she wore, one hand plunging inside her body, inside the folds that had gotten wet the second he whirled her around and pinned her against the wall. “Your little cunt’s dripping, baby.” Dropping his gaze, he stared at the hard nipples that pressed against her nightshirt. “And look here,” he purred roughly, lowering his head and biting at one erect nipple until she arched up against him with a strangled gasp.

  Without giving her a chance to breathe, he dragged her to the floor, spread her thighs and shoved them high, lowering his head until he could drink down the musky cream, until he could nip and suckle at the hard swollen bud of her clitoris.

  She rolled her hips, trying to pull away but his hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers biting into her flesh. A low, hot little ball of lust was expanding in her belly but Lauren fought against it, snapping, “Damn it, you get the fuck off me.”

  Of course, if he did, she just might die…

  “Hmm,” he hummed under his breath, spearing her with his tongue, lapping at her greedily. “Can’t. If I don’t get the fuck in you, I’ll go crazy.” He slid two fingers inside her, his breath catching as she closed tightly around him.

  She gasped and struggled against him, worming her way free and turning her back to him before she stood. Big mistake.

  Dale caught her hips in his hands and lowered his head to kiss her ass as he used his greater weight to take her back down to the ground. Shoving her shirt to her waist, he used one hand to free his turgid cock from his jeans before he thrust into her even as she tried, not very hard, to squirm away from him. The puckered hole of her anus beckoned. He had enough sense not to try it right then, not to try to fuck her ass for the first time while she was pregnant, but damn it, he wanted it.

  Lauren’s entire system went on red alert as he thrust deeply inside her. The urgency she felt coming from him was affecting her, either that, or she was losing her mind, because she wasn’t sure she had ever wanted anything more than to give him what was he asking for.

  Asking, hell. He was demanding, and Lauren was dying to give it, dying to know he wanted her like this, that he needed her enough to forget that he was used to handling her almost gently. She gasped and cried out when she felt him dig back inside her again, his fingers holding her hips tight and still for his cock.

  “Oh, hell,” she muttered, planting her hands on the ground, bracing her weight as he rode her hard, forcing her hips lower, her thighs wider so he could take her harder. The urgency in his hands, the heat in his eyes filled her, overwhelmed her.

  Even if it wasn’t completely overwhelming him.

  He was already slowing his thrusts, not taking her so deep, and his hands had started to stroke and caress instead of take and take. Even now, when he used his body to completely dominate hers, he seemed…careful. She wanted him hungry and desperate, careless and greedy.

  Dale lifted one hand to his mouth and licked his fingers, until they were wet and dripping. Then he slid his finger inside her tight little anus, lids drooping when she shrieked and writhed and climaxed around him while his finger invaded her.

  Even as the orgasm ripped through her body, she moved hungrily against him, seeking more. Dale pulled out, his cock leaving her completely, his finger still seated in her ass.

  “Don’t stop,” she whimpered, squirming and lifting her ass for him, her body silently begging.

  “You want me?” he asked roughly, groaning when her tight little hole clenched around him. God, he wanted his cock in there, inside the tight hot little hole that was growing damp for him.

  “Yes,” she hissed, tossing her hair and staring at him, craning her head, glaring at him with hot, lust filled eyes.

  “Then beg me,” he told her, wrapping his other hand around his dick and stroking. Dale was being a bastard and he knew it, but he couldn’t stop. He had her so deep inside his soul that it was driving him insane. “Beg me, or I’ll come all over your ass and leave you there hungry.” He seemed to be giving up little pieces of himself to her every fucking day, losing himself inside her until it felt anathema to even remember touching another woman.

  Her eyes narrowed and she said, “I can give myself an orgasm just easily as you can do it.”

  “But you don’t want that,” he told her, while his hand continued to stroke, while he imagined the ring of her anus opening for him, closing around him, squeezing his cock.

  He wondered. He wanted her until he was willing to beg, willing to lose himself, just to have her. Was it the same for her? Dale wasn’t sure. He had to see. Could he make cool, proud Lauren Stoner beg? “You want me to fuck you. Harder and deeper, remember?”

  “Damn it, Dale,” she rasped, staring at his hand as it squeezed and rubbed his cock, while his other hand stayed where it was, with his lone finger penetrating her body.

  “Beg me,” he ordered, releasing his cock to slap lightly at her ass.

  She jumped, startled. And the words tumbled from her lips before she could stop. “Please fuck me, Dale,” she panted, lifting her ass again, spreading her thighs for him. “Pleasefuckme, fuckme, fuckme,pleasepleaseplease.”

  He withdrew his invading finger, planted his hand on her back and urged her chest low to the floor, until her ass was high and waiting and begging. Then he took her hands, braceleting them in his before he drove his entire length inside her body.

  Her hands were pinned and she couldn’t move. And Dale rode her hard, sending her skidding across the cool tile floor until she was at the bathtub. He pulled her torso up with his hold on her wrists, up until she was crouched over the rim of the bathtub. She whimpered and strained, unable to move, needing to, wildly excited at being imprisoned.

  “Come for me,” he ordered, releasing his hold on her hip so he could smack her butt again. “Now.” He spied something from the corner of his eye, the belt to her robe. Snagging it, he wrapped it around her wrists, tying her hands behind her back. He went slowly, waiting for her to object, but she didn’t. Dale wondered just how far he could take this, just how far Lauren was willing to let him dominate her. She started to shudder around him, her silken pussy gripping him even more tightly. Lowering himself until he could whisper in her ear, “This has you fucked up, too, doesn’t it? You’ve got me so twisted up inside that it’s making me crazy.

  “I just figured it out, though. It’s doing the same to you, isn’t it, baby?” he asked as he started to rock inside her. “You’d give me anything I asked for, wouldn’t you?”

  She moaned and twisted underneath him before her heavy lidded eyes opened and met his. “So far, you haven’t asked for anything,” she drawled, her voice low and raspy.

  He laughed shakily and rose up. “No, I guess not. And I think . . .oh, damn it, do that again,” he rasped when she contracted her muscles slowly and deliberately, holding his cock deep inside her in a silken trap. “I think maybe that’s what I’ve been missing. You, Lauren, aren’t the kind to take orders. But…”

  She was taking them, willingly and with pleasure.

  Helplessly, she rocked back as far as she could and whimpered, “Will you please stop talking and just take me?”

  He sank his fingers into the soft smooth skin of her hips, sank his cock into her wet swollen pussy and barked, “Come!” Then he rode her hard, pulling a climax from her bound body, and a second before she had even had time to catch her breath.

  “Such a good little fuck,” he muttered, his hips pumping against her ass as he came inside her in wet pulsing jets, his strokes slowing only slightly. Smoothing his hands down the orbs of her ass, he lowered his body until it cupped hers, until he could murmur in her ear while he continued to ride her. “Aww, Lauren,” he whispered. “I love you, baby. I love being ins
ide you, love the taste of you, the smell, the feel.”

  A whimper fell from her lips as he pushed back inside her slowly, his cock hard and hot, thick, filling her so unbelievably full.

  His thrusts were lazy and slow, his hands gentle and soothing. Her hands were still bound. Her torso was pressed hard against the cool tile of the bathtub, biting into her flesh. Dale wrapped his arms around her lifting her upright, supported her body, one hand stroking caressingly over her belly while the other sought out her breasts, rolling and tweaking her nipples gently while he rocked slowly inside her.

  She bore down on him for the final time, the climax flooding her body like a tidal wave. Dale cried out when he came, flooding her welcoming body again.

  When he pulled out, he gathered her into his lap, undoing the knot in the belt so that her hands were free. And they came up to stroke and hug his neck. He closed his eyes and viciously kicked himself mentally, cursing his guilt and the need that drove him.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered roughly. “I woke up feeling mean. I shouldn’t be taking it out on you.”

  Still a little dazed, her head fell back against his arm so she could stare up at him. “Were you trying to pick a fight?”

  “Yeah. Why wouldn’t you cooperate?”

  She chuckled, sighing as his mouth found her neck. “Sorry, Dale. I didn’t realize that an argument was a cure for a hangover.”

  “Actually, I was looking forward to make up sex,” he admitted.

  “You should have said so sooner,” she said, a smile curving her mouth upward. “So you decided to skip the fight and go straight to the sex, huh?”

  He chuckled, feeling like the top of his head had come straight off.

  She smiled sleepily against his chest. “Dale?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Why don’t you take those aspirin?”