Beck put a finger to her lips and pulled his phone out. He dialed and when Patrick answered, Beck said, “You were right. She’s invited me to stay but she’s worried.” Beck kissed the tip of her nose.
Patrick chuckled and said, “She’s not upset that you interrupted her evening?”
“No. Just worried.”
“Let me talk to her.”
Beck held the phone out to her and she looked like she was fixing to get in trouble. “Hello?”
The conversation was short and he watched the sweep of her thick black lashes as she spoke quietly with Patrick. “It won’t bother you? Can I make it up to you? Yes, it would make me feel better.”
When he and Patrick had talked, Beck had suggested that she felt that way because it was still early in their relationship. This was the first time she’d been alone for an evening with either of them.
She said good-bye and then handed him the phone. “He said that he’s making supper for him and PJ. With PJ, he can’t come over like you could. He doesn’t want me to worry.”
“But you will, won’t you?”
She nodded and Beck had a thought. “What if I promised to sit with PJ so that you can have time alone with Patrick? PJ could stay out at my place and we could play videogames.”
A smile brightened her face. “That would be nice. It would be nice just to all be together in the evening like we were last weekend. Once PJ was asleep, our whole evening was ahead of us.”
He filed her statement away for thinking over later. He’d like more than just a night together here and there. He was starting to want every night.
Bringing him back to the present, she said, “So you saw me nekkid?”
“I did. And you were listening to that sexy music, too.”
She giggled. “I love that song. Now it makes me think of you.”
“Did it get you hot?”
Just as she nodded, the oven timer went off. Lucy said, “You’re in for a treat.”
“I’ll say,” he murmured as he pulled on the end of the sash, so her robe fell open in front, revealing her cleavage and her pussy. Her delectable, womanly scent rose to his nostrils. She shivered when he slid the robe from her shoulders and handed it to her. “I’ll remove the dish from the oven while you go put this up.”
“You want me naked?”
Whenever possible, yes. “That’s what you’d intended to do this evening. Don’t let me stop you.”
She put the robe away and tended to the washer and dryer while he hunted up another place setting and a bottle of beer from her fridge.
Two minutes later he was praising her cooking, and her mother’s. She smiled at him from across the table as she sipped from her glass of red wine, the candle on the table between them sent flickering shadows across the satiny contours of her bare breasts. Her nipples remained tight little points.
“I don’t cook full meals very often. It’s kind of pointless for just one person.”
“You can cook for us any time you want to, sweetness. This is fantastic.”
* * * *
With his simple request for her to continue on with her evening’s plans, to go naked for the night, Beck turned an ordinary meal into a completely sensual experience. The wine tasted more potent. The spices in the chicken dish were more mouthwatering. And sitting across from him, as he gazed at her naked flesh, Lucy was so turned on she was probably making a wet spot on her chair.
Hoping she wasn’t making a huge mistake and ruining their night, she said, “Beck, can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Would…Would you tell me about Chloe?” She wasn’t even sure why she needed to know. She didn’t really want details about his former lover, especially given the fact that Chloe had hurt Beck. It didn’t matter if it was unintentional or not. Chloe hadn’t seen what her rejection had done to Beck and how long it had taken him to get over her.
“Why do you want to know about Chloe?” he asked softly, tipping his beer bottle to his lips. She hadn’t missed the way he lowered his lids so she couldn’t gauge his reaction.
“I’m not sure. I just need to know a little about her. I… I need to know that she’s firmly in the past.” She cringed, hoping she hadn’t offended him.
Beck put the beer down and reached out to stroke her hand which was clenched by her plate.
“She and I met in Dallas and we moved in together after dating a few months. When I moved to Divine, she came with me. When I look back on it now, I realize that she probably never felt settled here. She didn’t feel like she fit in well in town or at her job. I’m not sure why I didn’t somehow know and I feel a little guilty about that. I proposed and she turned me down. She was gone a week later. She’s living in Lusty with her sister, Carrie. Besides Valentine’s night, I haven’t heard from her since she left.”
“You loved her very much.”
Beck nodded. “I thought that she was it for me but I see now I was wrong. When she left, she told me that she knew she wasn’t my soul mate. She wanted that and wanted it for me to. She’s involved in a ménage, like us. She sounded like she was really in love, really happy when she called me. I want her to be happy.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t more understanding.” In retrospect, she could see that his scruffy appearance and his demeanor had been silent indicators of a shattered heart. All she’d seen was what a jerk he could be at times. Tears misted her eyes.
“Sweetness?” He frowned as he looked at her. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m a self-absorbed brat. I could’ve had more empathy for you.”
“You didn’t know, honey, and I was holding everyone at arm’s length, not just you. And yeah, in answer to your earlier statement, she’s firmly in my past. I don’t hate her or wish her ill. She doesn’t haunt…” Beck’s lips flattened into a line and he looked down at his callused hands. It was obvious he hadn’t intended to say whatever he’d been about to say out loud.
“You can tell me,” she whispered as she took a sip of her wine.
“She doesn’t haunt me anymore. Right about the time I’d begin to enjoy talking with you or getting together with you and Patrick, I’d see her eyes in my memory, or hear her voice in my head, the way she laughed. The guilt about drove me crazy sometimes. I’d look in your pretty blue eyes and wouldn’t let myself enjoy your company. I’d ask myself why I wasn’t trying harder to get her back.”
“And now?”
“It’s been a long time since that happened. When I look in your blue eyes, and kiss you, and talk to you, all I see is you, beautiful.”
His compliment brought heat to her cheeks and she knew everything she needed to know.
“Thank you, Beck. I appreciate the trust. I’m sorry for making you talk about her.” She didn’t necessarily feel any enmity for Chloe but she wasn’t sure she could get past the abrupt way Chloe had turned down his proposal and left him all alone. She hoped she never had to test her reaction to Chloe face-to-face.
Beck nodded. “It’s okay. I needed to know about Chuck, too. I just don’t want you to have any doubts about the fact that I’ve moved on.” His gaze traveled over her like a physical caress and her nipples grew even tighter as he gazed at her breasts with a warm, appreciative stare. Her gaze was drawn to his mouth and the sexy cleft in his chin when he licked his lips.
* * * *
When his belly was satisfied, his appetite turned to other, more primitive hungers. “Time for dessert.”
She blushed when he crooked his finger at her. She rose and leaned over to blow out the candle on the table and gasped when he stroked the underside of her full round breast with his knuckles. He rose from his chair and helped her rinse the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.
She looked adorable, standing there sexy and naked, looking excited about what came next. “Living room?”
“Sure. What movie were you going to watch?”
I hope it’s not a chick flick.
She giggled and beckoned to him.
She took out a key and opened a small cedar chest resting on a shelf in the entertainment center. He looked inside and chuckled.
Oh yeah. She’s perfect.
“I recently started my own porn collection,” she whispered with a giggle. “I keep it under lock and key so no one finds out what a pervert I am.”
He lifted the small collection from the box and asked her to pick the one she wanted to watch. He grinned, when he saw that she’d selected a ménage featuring two men and one woman.
“Uh-huh.” He said succinctly. “Well, we know what’s on your mind, now don’t we?”
She ran her fingertip along the edge of the DVD case and then looked up at him. “It’s on yours, too, isn’t it?”
“I’ll admit to it. How’s your hind end tonight?” he asked as he patted her warm, bare butt cheek.
“Fine. No problems at all.” He noticed her hesitance when she asked, “Did you want my ass again tonight?”
Beck kissed the top of her head and said, “No. I’d rather give you some more time to recover.”
She put on the video, which not surprisingly went straight to the ménage with little buildup or story. Fine with him since he wasn’t listening anyway. Not when she was moving around the room. She moved with such sensual self-confidence that he had to smile. Lucy had changed in the last few months. He recalled the fun-loving but insecure girl who’d asked him to dance. Each week since, she seemed to bud with more confidence. He enjoyed the grace with which she now moved, putting away all the laundry she’d evidently been folding before he’d arrived.
When she’d finished, she cuddled with him on the couch, with her head perched on a pillow in his lap and watched the movie. He had mixed feelings about the group dynamic they were watching and at one point, he stopped the video and she looked up at him.
“Why did you stop it?”
He studied her face and leaned down to kiss her. “Baby, you know we’d never trade back and forth between your pussy and your ass like that, don’t you? I don’t like that they’re doing that to her.”
She looked at the screen and bit her lip. “I wondered about that, too. At least they’re using lube.”
“Okay. I’ll put it back on. I just wanted you to know that we’d never be that callous about a threesome with you. We want to take care of you, not use you.”
She caressed his hand on her cheek and nodded. “I know that. Watch. It does get better.”
He smiled at the kittenish noise she made as she snuggled back up to him. The scene got hotter and he noticed when she squirmed and raised her head, her gaze riveted on the screen. When she flushed and bit her lower lip, Beck paused the movie and switched the entertainment system to her CD changer. “Epiphany” by Staind began playing and he grinned at the choice, steady beat. Perfect.
“It’s time for a little intermission, Juicy Lucy. You’re up.”
* * * *
“I am?”
Lucy’s pussy quivered with need. She’d been hot for so long she noticed how engorged and swollen she was every time she moved. The action on the screen had been really getting to her, she realized, when her hips had twitched as she watched the woman writhe between the men.
He spread her fuzzy soft throw over the sofa seat cushions and motioned her to turn and lay back on it. He didn’t waste any time as he positioned one of her feet on the back rest and the other on her coffee table. Another wave of heat shimmered through her body as her wet lips parted, baring every inch of her engorged cunt to him. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, and she rubbed her nipples as she watched him. In this position she wouldn’t be able to reach his cock very well. He stared down at her pussy and his gaze might as well have been a physical caress, given the way her body reacted to him.
“What do you want me to do, Beck?”
He paused to gaze into her eyes. “I only want you to do one thing. I’m going to lick you and I want you to come for me.”
If she could do that for anyone, it was him or Patrick. Oral sex had never been particularly satisfying. In the past, she’d always required some pretty heavy fantasizing, patience from the partner, and well-timed penetration. For that reason, she usually skipped oral sex and saved her fantasies for alone time. None of her boyfriends had ever protested either, although they’d been plenty willing to be on the receiving end.
Beck and Patrick were in a class all by themselves.
Beck brushed his lower lip against her puffy outer lips and a sizzling tingle shot through her nerve endings when the light pressure moved over her clit.
She’d been hot thinking about them before he’d even arrived. Now she was on fire. His cock was just out of her reach when she tried to pleasure him, too.
He caught her reaching hand and gently laid it back on her breast. “Quit wiggling,” he murmured as he slid his palms down her widespread inner thighs and held her still. “I’m only just getting started.” He licked his lower lip and smiled wolfishly. “Such a sweet pussy makes a good dessert.”
His hot breath fanned across her flesh and she moaned when he kissed her wet lips and licked her with wide strokes that made her cunt pulse with excitement.
Increasing the tension, she applied to pinch her nipples, she looked into his half-lidded eyes as she arched and pushed her pussy against his mouth. The answering gleam in his eyes told her that he knew what she was up to. “Just enjoy, Lucy.”
He took his time, enjoying each leisurely stroke, eating her like a delicacy meant to be savored bite for slow bite. His dick bobbed and she wished he’d come closer so she could take care of him, too.
When she moved, trying to reach his cock and letting him know she wanted to give to him, too, he tightened his grasp on her thighs and held her still so that she couldn’t move, couldn’t help get herself off, couldn’t do anything but receive what he gave to her. He stopped to lick his lips clean like a cat licking cream from his whiskers and said, “You don’t need to work so hard, Lucy. Take what I give you. There’s time enough for you to do for me in a few minutes.”
“Uh-huh!” Lucy cried out as he sucked her clit and the engorged flesh around it into his mouth. He chuckled and the vibrations added a new level to the sensation and she bucked against his hands uncontrollably. He didn’t let up and her arousal grew until she felt consumed by it. “I’m so close, Beck.”
Sounding like he was about to get the sweetest taste of all, he murmured his agreement in a deep growl as he slid two fingers into her cunt. Her body went rigid when he rubbed her G-spot. She bowed her back off of the couch and cried out as he stroked the spot again and again.
So close!
She could hear his smile in his voice when he said, “That’s the spot isn’t it?”
“Yes! Oh, yes! Please!”
Adding a third finger, Beck gave the spot his full focus and white lights exploded behind her eyelids and a loud cry escaped her throat. She couldn’t move because the tension coiled even tighter like a balloon expanding inside of her as he sucked her clit into his mouth.
The orgasm erupted from her in a hot, blinding rush and she screamed. Waves of pleasure gripped her and she writhed out of control. Spots flickered in front of her eyes and the pounding of her pulse in her ears made her deaf to all else for a few seconds.
When she regained her senses, Beck was sitting up, leaning over her as he licked his fingers and then his lips. The triumphant smile on his face and the dimples in his cheeks said it all, and she sighed and giggled.
“Yes. You are the man, Beck.”
He laughed out loud. “Good, huh?”
“I owe you big-time.”
“Oh yeah you do, baby.” His smile broadened and he sat back in his spot on the couch and patted his lap as he undid his belt buckle and fly. Shakily, she got to her hands and knees and crawled to him. When she would’ve straddled him, facing him, he stopped her and helped her stand between his knees. The song changed on her MP3 player, and “Right Here” by Staind began to play. The rhythm suited the mood someh
ow.
“Intermission is over now. And you need to rest for a minute.” He pulled her down onto his cock with one strong move and she groaned as her cunt greedily accepted his hot, insistent penetration. She could already feel the buildup to another orgasm stirring inside.
He wants me to rest like this? Holy fuck, I’ll die.
Beck shifted beneath her and got comfortable and then pulled her back against his chest, startling her with his bare skin. He must’ve taken his shirt off and she hadn’t noticed. His jeans were gone, too.
Once she was in position, he lifted her thighs and hooked them over his knees and then spread his legs so she was wide open and impaled on him.
“Now that’s perfect,” he said with a satisfied growl as he stroked her inner thighs with his hot hands. “You feel so fucking good, sweetness. I’ve wanted you and your sweet little pussy wrapped around me all day long.”
She tilted her head back and kissed him, then whispered, “Missed me?”
“Yes,” he whispered as he thrust upward, rubbing her G-spot again, setting off sparks of pleasure as he slid his fingertips across her clit. “Watch the movie.” He slid easily in and out, and her pussy grew hotter and wetter as he took his time.
His control was unbelievable. He held her to him, fucking her in short, leisurely strokes as they watched the marathon ménage taking place on the television screen. He kept her on edge, never fast or hard enough to get her over no matter how hard she tried.
When she leaned forward to get a little leverage, he pulled her back to him and tapped her clit with his fingertips. “Look, sweetness. Picture yourself between me and Patrick like that. Both our cocks inside you and our hands touching you all over.”
A heat wave swamped her as her own fantasy blinded her to what happened on the screen. What was in her mind was even better. Their hands. Their lips. Their cocks. All she could do was pant as he kept up the tapping on her clit.
His cock felt so good gliding inside her and her juices were making them both slick as another orgasm flickered inside her.
“Beck!” she cried out as she tightened her muscles and ground against him. It felt so good and she couldn’t help herself.
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