by Lex Martin
“Don’t laugh, but I’m kinda into erotic massage, which I’ve only recently discovered because someone’s account required that I do all of this research.” I put air quotes around research, and Josh laughs.
“So it’s a massage with a happy ending?”
I stare at my wine glass as I think about why I like these videos. “This is going to sound stupid, but it’s more than that. I like that there’s usually no stupid dialogue or music. It’s just two strangers meeting in this really intimate setting where he has his hands all over her. He’s usually really built and oh, look, he conveniently takes off his shirt. Then he drizzles warm oil all over her back in what ends up being this teasing, sensual foreplay where he skims his hands over the sides of her breasts and up her thighs. Until, whoops, her towel falls off her ass, and he just has to drip oil in her crack and rub out all the tension hiding down there.”
Josh is quiet before he lets out a moan. “Guess I’m ready to try our next clone.”
I turn to look at him, but he’s staring down at the raging boner in his lap.
“Shit. I’m sorry. I’m being so inappropriate.” Me and my big fucking mouth.
He pulls me in for a side hug, and I automatically wrap my arm around his shoulder, careful to avoid his pocket rocket. “Shut up. I want to know everything about you,” he murmurs before he kisses my forehead. “Forget all the attorney bullshit, okay? Tonight you’re here as my friend and former lover. Besides, Jill and her two dicks weren’t really doing it for me. See how number four is smaller than the others?”
“The T-Rex got bored.”
We laugh, and I relax in his arms. Even though this has to be the strangest scenario ever, everything about him feels so right. How we can talk and hang out. The way he helps me get over feeling self-conscious about inconsequential things and just be. How he makes me want to tell him things I’ve never told anyone else.
Josh keeps his hand on my shoulder as I sit up and return my attention to the dicks. “The first one looks the proudest, like a strutting peacock,” I muse. “He only needs feathers.”
“Too bad the side was touching the canister. That one was the easiest. It’s hard to stay hard without the right stimulation.”
“It ain’t easy being a dick,” I joke, and we both crack up.
When I finally catch my breath, I realize that our faces are about two inches apart.
I stare up at him, feeling so caught up in the way he’s looking at me, and I don’t want to break the spell.
“Josh, what are we doing?” I whisper.
His hand cradles my face and then his thumb slowly moves across my bottom lip. “I don’t know, but I like it. I like you, and I don’t give a shit about the rest of this. Let’s give it a shot, Evie. We can keep it quiet and see how things go.”
I look down. God, I really want this. My whole body feels like it’s wired to this man’s frequency, and my veins buzz in his presence. All week, I’ve missed him so much, and now, being here with him feels like standing in the rain after a long drought.
But I’m not the girl who sleeps with a client.
Except… Josh doesn’t feel like a client.
“Baby,” he says softly, “we could be so good together.”
It takes everything in me to break away from his hold. “Let’s… let’s finish your project tonight. At the very least, I can make sure you get this done. Then we can talk.”
He nods, his eyes softening. “Yes, ma’am.”
I move to the vanity where I organize the materials we need. As Josh is heading to his bedroom, I ask him to hand me the bag of alginate powder, but when he reaches for it, he places his hand on my side and brushes against my back.
The contact makes me still, and when I look up at our reflection, I see the desire in his eyes, and everything in me flares to life with an overwhelming roar.
He drops the bag on the counter and stands behind me, clutching my hips. When his nose brushes against my neck, my head tilts back to rest on his chest.
“You know how I said I was having trouble staying hard?” he murmurs in my ear.
Before I can respond, the feel of him, thick and firm against my ass, makes me want to groan. “Not… not a problem anymore, I see.”
As we stare at each other in the mirror, something clicks. Maybe it’s the way he watches me or the way I feel alive for the first time in my life, but all I can think is that something that feels this right can’t be wrong.
Fuck it. Fuck all of the reasons why I wanted to stay away from him, because I can’t do it anymore.
Giving in to the tide pulling me to him, I reach back and run my hand through his thick hair.
“Wanna help me with that second step?” he asks between open-mouthed kisses on my shoulder. “Bet you can keep me hard.”
My hips tilt back as I grind back on him, and his hands slip under my sweater and grip my breasts. I’ve barely uttered “yes” when he rips off my top and starts unbuttoning my jeans.
When all I have on is my black lace bra and thong, he holds my back to his chest. “I could stare at you all day,” he says to our reflection as his hand dips into my panties.
Oh, God. It feels so good. “I can’t… I can’t get so distracted,” I stutter. “I don’t want to mess up your last clone. Let’s try the last one before we take this to the bedroom.”
He laughs and pulls me closer. “I’m so hard right now, I don’t think I can walk three feet, so we might not make it that far.”
Turning in his arms, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. It’s a frenzy of lust and hunger and need that drives us together, and I can’t keep in the sound of satisfaction when his tongue licks against mine. For a few minutes, I give in and revel in how he feels against my skin.
And as much as I hate what I have to do, I know it’s what’s best for him.
“Honey,” I gasp into his mouth. “Let me mix the alginate. We should try it one more time. We’ve come this far.”
He closes his eyes and drops his head to my shoulder, but after a moment, he nods. When I turn to the vanity, it takes every ounce of energy I can muster to focus on the directions, especially when Josh’s hands are in my bra and he’s grinding his huge cock against my ass.
As I adjust the temperature of the water, I glance up to see him watching me, and I smile because being here with him makes me happy.
“There’s my girl,” he says as he leans down to suck on my neck.
A full-on blush paints my cheeks as I stir the powder. It’s hot to know he’s this turned on by me. After I pour the mixture into the canister, I hand it to him.
“You gonna help me?” He motions toward his pants, and I kneel down to shove them off his slender hips before I take him in my mouth. We have at least thirty seconds before he needs to fit himself into the mold, and I plan to make it the best damn thirty seconds of his life. Suddenly, I’m so glad he washed off that powder in between molds.
“Fuuuuckkkk,” he groans as he thrusts his hips forward.
After a few long licks, I make sure to look up at him as I take one last suck and then release him with a pop.
His mouth opens with a laugh. “Goddamn, that was hot.”
“I’m not done yet. Hurry and get Godzilla in the container.” I help him kick his track pants off so he doesn’t get more mixture on himself.
As he fits himself in the plastic tubing, I take off my bra. “Come here.” I hop on the vanity and yank him to me, making sure his hips don’t get too close. I don’t want to screw up his last mold.
If this is an exercise in seeing how hard I can keep him, I don’t want to disappoint. So when his mouth connects with my breast, I tell him exactly what I’m thinking. “I’m so wet right now. I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
My hands are racing over his shoulders and pecs, and when his lips meet mine, my whole body shivers from the contact.
Finally the buzzer on my phone goes off, indicating that his mold is set. My pulse speeds up, knowing that
after I get this last step done, Josh and I are done holding ourselves back.
18
Josh
Dildo-making is harder than it looks.
For more than one reason, I’m glad I enlisted help. I’ve got a feeling that not only will this last attempt be the best, but more importantly, I’ve got her. I’ve finally got the woman I want right here, breathing, warm, and almost naked, beside me.
The buzzer has sounded. The goo around my dick has hardened. I pull myself out and hand the canister to Evie. As I back away and try to brush off flakes of the powder on my hands, she fusses with pouring the silicone into the penis-shaped hole I’ve just made.
Talk about weird scenarios I get myself into. Naked and erect in my bathroom? Okay, that happens often. But naked and erect and cloning my cock?
Never.
I don’t even think I can blame this one on Drew, but I sure as hell will try.
Why the hell am I thinking of Drew?
I don’t want to think about anyone other than Evie. I mean, she’s ready, here, now, wearing only a thong.
She’s gonna be mine.
Fuck it. She is mine.
She sets the mold down on the counter for the compound to cure, and I study the other attempted clones of my dick.
“I think we have a keeper this time,” she says.
“Yes, we do.” And I mean her and me together. She’s all I think about, ever since I met her. She’s all I want. I don’t care that I’m so whipped Drew will tease me for months.
Why the fuck am I thinking of Drew again?
“I can’t wait to see it for sale! It will be huge business.”
But the only thing I want right now is to get in her business. I look down at her, admiring the heavy weight of her breasts and the gentle angles of her arms. Her eyes are dilated, her nipples hard, but it’s the vulnerable expression that unravels me.
Pushing my lips to her pouty ones, I revel in their plumpness, tasting wine and her own sweetness. I wedge her body against the counter, my erection pressed into her abdomen. Her muted sigh against my mouth has me drawing her closer.
Gonna cover her entire body in kisses. Her throat, the hollow of her collarbone, the points of her nipples? I’m claiming them. My hands run from her jawline to her shoulders and down her spine, caressing her softness.
Her skin is so goddamn soft. I want her ass. I want her tits.
I want her.
I’ve never felt so right with another woman. Never. She’s not someone who was arranged for me by my family. She’s the one I picked. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks I should do. It only matters what she and I want to do.
It may be technically wrong for us to be together, but we’re both adults. We can keep it out of the public eye. I’m good at keeping my activities out of the media. If we keep it quiet, this will work. Because I know we work. I know she gives me what I need, and I’m pretty damn sure I give her what she needs.
I’ll make sure that I do.
Right now, she sure as hell needs to come. Hard.
Tracing her skin under her thong, I follow the narrow strip of black lace down her ass and find her center between her legs. She’s so slick and wet, the scent of her arousal fills the air. I love that my fingers are coated in evidence that she wants me just as badly as I want her. After all, I’ve spent the last who-knows-how-many hours showing her exactly how much I want her, so it’s only fair for her to show me too.
With a hand on my chest, she shimmies her thong down her hips, kicks it off, and licks her lips.
It takes all of my willpower not to plunge into her this very moment. Because if I do, I don’t even know if she’d get an eight-second ride.
So instead, I kiss her hard.
“Shower. Now,” I say against her mouth, and she nods. I set my glasses on the counter, then reach over to turn on the water. “I’m so dirty.”
She chuckles. “If you are, so am I.”
In Portland, you don’t have to worry about having enough water, but I’m still eco-friendly. My shower has an oversized head and wall jets that spray all parts of your body, but the graywater is reclaimed and used for landscaping around the building. The instant hot water heater makes it comfortable fast, and she steps in.
I get a prime view of her behind.
Those curves. God, her curves.
With a burst of inspiration, I grab the first dildo I made and step in behind her, setting it on the shelf next to the body wash.
Her eyes widen. “What are you doing?”
“I’m thinking we need to test how well we did at cloning me.”
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she whispers and launches at me.
Now we’re both wet and kissing. She’s wrapped around me so tightly, I don’t know where she ends and I begin. As much as I don’t want to leave her alone for one second, I have to get the powder off. After one more taste of those luscious lips, I lean over for the body wash and start cleaning off the dust and grime from the clone-making.
When she reaches down and starts stroking my cock, I lean into her, an inch between our faces, and say, “Sweetheart, you do that, and I won’t last.”
The look on her face is diabolical—a knowing grin with her eyes narrowed. She’s an absolute vixen. “That’s okay, I want you to come. You have to be dying, Joshua.”
I am dying, but I can wait. I’ve waited for her this long. I’ve waited for her since she told me I couldn’t have her. I can wait again. She’s worth it.
So I pull back, spin her around, the spray hitting my torso getting the last of the body wash off. She nestles against me, making me groan.
“Brace your arms against the wall,” I order. “Let me make you come first.”
She does, and my hand skates down her back until I reach the slick skin between her legs.
“I missed this. Missed you,” I whisper against her ear. And I don’t just mean the sex. I mean the whole night. Us laughing and fucking around and talking. It’s probably stupid to fall so fast for a woman, any woman, but with Evie I want to let go. With Evie, I want to take that chance.
She tilts her chin back to me, those dark lashes wet, water dripping down her gorgeous face, and she unleashes the most brilliant smile. “Missed you too.”
With my other hand, I hold her hair tight and pull her mouth to mine as I stroke between her legs. Can’t get enough of her.
Feathering a light touch over that bundle of nerves makes her shudder. Panting, she pushes forward, anchoring herself harder against the wall, thrusting out that sweet ass.
Leaning back, I watch my hand disappear between her toned thighs, the sight making me so impossibly erect, my cock could pass for a weather vane.
Desperate gasps fill the shower while I work her over.
One finger makes her clit harden, the other makes the blood race, swelling her pussy. I fit two fingers inside her, then three. She squirms, pushing back on my hand, getting into it. It’s the hottest thing I’ve seen.
“Josh,” she sighs. “Please give me more.”
“No.”
“No?” She turns, and the exaggerated pout on her lips is comical.
“You’re coming before me. Can I try out the dildo? You’re so ready.”
I see her chest swell up and down. “Yes,” she whispers, and I spread her legs wider. Grabbing the clone of my dick, I soap it up and rinse before I position it between her legs. With my other hand reached around, I rub her, and she moans.
Then slowly, gently, I press my dick—the clone—into her, and she reacts with a heaving breath.
“You okay?”
Her back arches. “Feels amazing.” She shivers, goosebumps breaking out on her skin. “Fuck me.”
So I do. I take over, rubbing her from the front with one hand and aiming the dildo for maximum pleasure with my other.
“Yes,” she whimpers, her arms shaking, her round ass up in the air.
I go faster, though I don’t want to go too hard, and all of a sudden, my hand is e
ven wetter, and she’s quaking, eyes closed, crying out my name as she comes.
Fuck yeah.
After the shock waves of her orgasm subside, I gently pull out the dildo and set it on the shelf. She turns around and kisses me. She’s even softer now that she’s satisfied.
“Come in me now,” she orders. “I’m on the pill and just got a clean bill of health last month.”
“I’m good to go too.” I’ve never been so happy to have had a physical in my life. “Wrap your arms around my neck.” She does, and I lift her up and back her up against the shower wall. Water flows over my back, while her face and mine are out of the spray. Our eyes connect, and with one thrust, I enter her.
God, ungloved. Hot, wet, tight, plump. The way she contracts around me is unreal. My brain turns off, and I turn into nothing but absolute pleasure.
She sucks on my neck and runs her hand down my back, saying, “Harder. Do it harder.”
With that, I can’t take it any more. The muscles tighten, the veins thump, and I release, pumping inside her with all that I have, all that I’ve saved up today, but really all that I’ve wanted since we were last together.
With a sigh, I collapse into her, nestling my forehead on her neck, and she runs her hands through my hair. Our breaths come out in the same, harsh staccato.
After a moment, I set her down, but then she reaches for me again, fitting her body to mine, face in the crook of my neck, arms wrapped tightly around me.
“I’m so sorry if I hurt you last week,” she whispers, shaking her head. My heart swells with her declaration. I’m not used to the women in my life apologizing. “I was overwhelmed, and I panicked but—”
“Shhh. It’s okay.” Leaning back, I cup her face. “You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”
When our mouths meet, it’s sweet and unrushed, tender, unfurling a rush of new emotions. If we’re moving too fast, I’m too fucking elated by what happened today to care.
“Spend the night. I want you to stay,” I profess against her lips.
When she agrees, I don’t bother hiding my face-splitting smile.
