They lay sprawled out on the king sized bed, eating chocolate strawberries, when a knock came at the door.
Corey brow wrinkled and he looked at her. “You didn’t order more room service, did you?”
Bekka grinned as she popped another strawberry into his mouth. “Nope. I ordered something else.” Naked, she hopped off the bed and sashayed toward the entrance.
“What?” Corey asked.
She turned and winked at him. “A surprise for you, for both of us.”
Bekka opened the door and a young blonde woman in a knee-length black coat walked in. Her eyes were done up in smoky hues and her golden hair was piled high on her head in a topknot.
Corey blinked at the two of them. “What’s this?”
Bekka helped the woman out of her coat. “You made one of my fantasies come true. Now it’s your turn.”
The woman was dressed in a tight purple corset accented by black ribbons. Black thigh high stockings accentuated her shapely legs and a wispy black thong displayed her rounded bottom. Her skimpy outfit was completed by a pair of silver and purple stacked stilettos.
Bekka set this up a few nights ago, thanks to some friends they had in Vegas. After the night she and Corey shared in Entwined, she decided she wanted to give him a gift equal to the one he’d given her.
Bekka took the woman’s hand and led her toward the bed. Before she and the new guest climbed on the mattress, she opened a drawer in the side table by the bed and pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs. She’d grabbed these the other night when Corey was playing slots and she’d gone for a walk down Paradise Road to find an adult store.
“Turn over and put your hands behind your back,” she told Corey.
He raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Who says you’re in charge tonight?”
“Me.” Bekka slapped his bare thigh. “Now turn over so I can cuff you.”
Corey did as he was told and she snicked the steely bracelets closed, ensnaring his wrists near his waist. Then he flipped back over and Bekka beckoned for the woman to join her on the bed.
First, she planned on torturing him mercilessly.
While he watched, robbed of his ability to touch, she kissed the blonde deeply, running her tongue along the seam of the woman’s lips. As their mouths fucked, Bekka began undressing their guest. She worked the corset open and slipped it away from the blonde’s generous breasts. Then she tweaked and tugged on the woman’s exposed nipples until she moaned into Bekka’s mouth.
The woman’s hands roamed over Bekka’s naked skin. She returned the attention given to her breasts, and the blonde dipped her head to bring her mouth to Bekka’s nipple. Pleasure grew between Bekka’s thigh as teeth tugged at the sensitive bud and a tongue swirled over the tip. A slow, tingling fire spread through her groin.
Her own hand trailed down the woman’s flat belly and moved lower, through the thatch of trimmed pubic hair until she found her clitoris and rubbed circles over this sensitive spot. The blonde sucked harder on Bekka’s nipples and her hand trailed toward Bekka’s sex. She rubbed two fingers up and down Bekka’s wet slit then flicked them over her swelling clit.
From his bound position on the bed, Corey writhed and growled in protest. “How long are you going to torture me like this?”
Bekka giggled wickedly. “Until I feel you deserve to play. Be a good sub, or you won’t get to join us.”
Bekka pushed the blonde down on the bed and flit her tongue over one nipple then the other. She teased them with her teeth, making the tips stand stiff, then kissed and licked her way down the woman’s taut body. The woman writhed and moaned beneath her, and Corey matched this with groans of his own. By now, his cock jutted hard from the nest of curly pubic hair that surrounded it. Bekka knew he must be aching for release, and her wicked side enjoyed tormenting him.
She feathered kisses across the woman’s knees, up her thighs, and then blew on her wet sex until the blonde begged to be licked. Bekka traced her lover’s slick seam with the tip of her tongue, but still she teased the blonde, denying her clit any pleasure just yet. She planted gentle kisses over her pubis mound, blew on her sex again, but only relented when the blonde tangled fingers in Bekka’s hair and guided her mouth to her sex.
She tugged the woman’s clit between her teeth then flit her tongue over it rapidly. The blonde arched up beneath her, pushing her sex ever closer to Bekka’s face.
“This is sheer hell,” Corey grit out through clenched teeth, but Bekka ignored him and continued to please their lover. The erotic display had to be driving him mad, and she relished every minute of it. Release, when she allowed him to have it, would be all the sweeter.
She lapped at the woman’s clit until the blonde fucked her face and whimpered softly, obviously close to orgasm. Bekka slid two fingers inside the woman’s wet sex and curled them, finding her g-spot and caressing it with perfect strokes. It wasn’t long before the woman shuddered and her pussy clamped down hard around Bekka’s touch as she came.
Rising up on her knees, she looked at Corey through eyes hooded by desire. She coiled a hand around his cock and stroked up and down, up and down. He hissed air through his teeth and his face grew tense with suppressed need. His hips arched up off the mattress to meet her strokes.
“Want to join us?” Bekka cooed.
“Yes. God, yes, mistress.” His voice was hoarse from lust.
“Not just yet.” She shook a finger at him and gave a saucy smile. “First, you please us. Then I’ll let you free.”
She told the blonde to straddle Corey’s face, while Bekka went to work on his cock. First she laved both sides of his shaft and fondled his balls, tugging and pinching this sensitive sac. The blonde moaned as he ate her pussy in time with Bekka masturbating him. Bekka’s sex burned hot and twinged from this erotic display. Her own need for release was growing more insistent, becoming almost unbearable.
She took all of his cock deep into her mouth as the blonde rocked on top of his face. Bekka held his glans against the back of her throat and swallowed, eliciting a deep groan from him that rumbled through his chest.
Her hand wrapped around his slick shaft and she pumped him while she tongued his soft scrotum, then she licked lower, teasing that tiny flap of skin that she knew drove him wild. His cock twitched and grew harder in her hand. The blonde on his face whimpered and moaned, and she knew he upped her enjoyment in time with his own. All this was making Bekka so wet and hot, she’d need him inside of her soon.
She deep throated him again and tasted a pearly seed of pre-cum. Pulling his shaft from her mouth, she commanded, “Don’t cum yet, sub. Hold off until I say you can.”
From beneath the blonde, he mumbled, “Yes, mistress.”
Then she swirled her tongue beneath the ridge of his cock head, sucked him, and swirled her tongue around the shaft as she descended then ascended. But her own desire took over and demanded her needs be met. So she straddled his penis and told the blonde to turn around.
“Let me free, please, mistress?” Corey begged.
“Not yet,” Bekka said, and she gave his thigh a sharp slap. “Soon. Behave.”
He went back to eating the blonde’s pussy after she turned to face Bekka. Now Bekka claimed the woman’s lips again as she slid down onto Corey’s cock. She moaned against the woman’s mouth as his girth stretched her wide and filled her up. Slowly she rocked on top of him while the blonde reached down to stroke Bekka’s clit.
Bekka’s hands molded to the woman’s breasts and she teased her nipples, kneaded those firm, round globes, while she rode Corey, grinding her hips as her bliss climbed higher. She caressed the woman’s back, kissed her neck, and this affection was returned. Together, they got lost in this sensual dance. It spurred Bekka’s lust on until she fucked Corey faster and faster, her need to come growing feral.
The blonde’s touch and Corey’s thick cock brought her to climax, and an intense orgasm shivered through her, making her cling to the woman and kiss her madly. The woman came wit
h her from Corey’s expert tongue.
Corey muttered, “Can I cum now, please, mistress?”
“Yes, sub,” Bekka said, still riding him as she drifted in a haze of sexual satisfaction. “Come hard deep inside of me.”
He drove his cock into her hard, pistoning in and out of her pussy until he spilled his seed and flooded her with warmth. She and the blonde climbed off of him and Bekka told him to flip so she could unfasten the manacles. After she did, he took her in his arms and kissed her deep and raw. The blonde joined them, and they became a tangle of arms and legs.
They pleasured one another for three hours. Tongues and fingers explored every inch of flesh, and Bekka lost count of how many orgasms she’d had. She and the blonde took turns fucking Corey, and he gave as much pleasure as he received, either with cock, fingers, or mouth.
But the time arrived when their guest had to leave, and Bekka paid their temporary lover then saw her out before she snuggled up on the bed beside Corey.
“Did you like your wedding present?” she said, her face pressed against his chest. His fine hairs tickled her nose.
“Very much.” He kissed the top of her head. “I’ll give you yours when we get home. How about a membership to Entwined?”
She smiled. “Sounds perfect.”
And, this time, she knew it would be—their life together, their relationship. This second chance would not be wasted. They’d get to do all the things they had wanted to do before, have all the adventures they had dreamed of. Finally, Corey and Bekka would get their happily ever after.
***
Enjoy a sizzling bonus story full of hot man love. Jack & James is Part 2 of the Jack The Lad Series by C.J. Sneere, published by Wild and Lawless Writers. Please note, it is a serial novel, so this story does have a cliffhanger ending.
Jack & James
(Jack The Lad Series Part 2)
By C.J. Sneere
I buttoned my blazer, checked my dark brown crew cut in the window glass, and headed back inside the restaurant. Keeping low, I crept through the kitchen, hoping no temperamental cooks spied me before I made it into the main dining area.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I sped-walked past the open banquet doors. In my mind, I said an apology to my dear sister, Fiona, for not saying goodbye or giving her and the groom, Brian, best wishes. I’d phone her later tonight and gush profuse I’m sorries. Hopefully the wide screen HDTV I’d bought them as a wedding gift would appease.
I almost skipped down the foyer, to the exit, when I heard the scraping of a throat. “Exactly where have you been?” I knew that disapproving tone anywhere.
The scared little boy in me threatened to surface, but I hushed him, told him to be brave. Then I willed my heart to a normal beat, commanded my hands to quit shaking, as I turned to face Father. “Look, not now. Not on Fiona’s special day. Let this be about her, not you. I’ll explain when I can.”
He spit and blustered. His flabby jowls flushed red. “Excuse me? You will not take that tone with your father—”
“Get over yourself, Dad.” I waved him off. “I haven’t lived under your roof, or rules, for a long time.”
Just as his mouth gaped like a dying fish, my sister poked her round little face around the banquet room door. Her large, black-brown eyes seemed to bulge, and she held up her wedding dress train as she neared. When her small hand touched Dad’s shoulder, he stopped mid-screech.
“What’s going on out here?” She directed her glare at Dad. She was the only person, other than the uncle I went to live with, who could make my father back down quickly.
“Look at him!” Dad hissed, waving a finger up and down to indicate my disheveled state.
Fiona shrugged, remained calm. “So what? Dad, James is a grown man.” Then she cast a surprised grin at me. “I can only imagine what he’s been up to. But, guess what? That’s his business.”
“But,” he sputtered. “But, it’s your wedding day.”
“Yes, and James has been wonderful all through it.” She smiled. “He stepped outside to get away from you, might I remind you.” She turned to me and added, in a lower tone, “Are you all right?”
I chuckled and gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Never better.” Then I whispered, “Are you sure you aren’t mad at me?”
“I can hear you two conspiring!” Father warbled.
We both cast him an exasperated glance, then my sister smiled again. “Not too much. But I will expect a full explanation as to why you’re ditching my reception. Phone me tomorrow night. Now, get out of here.”
Dad blustered and protested some more, but I barely heard him as I placed an appreciative kiss on Fiona’s cheek then ran out the restaurant’s front door.
It wasn’t like me to be so impulsive. I could imagine Fiona’s head filled with many questions as to what her usually stoic brother had gotten up to in the alley. Then I glanced in my rearview mirror, after sliding into my car, and saw the tell-tale thread of pearly whiteness on my blazer. I blushed and laughed. Well, that explained her lack of anger. She was always after me to find a cute guy and get laid. She was probably just happy her reclusive brother got a piece.
Before I started the vehicle, I pulled the scrap of paper with Jack’s number from my pocket. My hands trembled slightly as I looked at it. Not today, no. I wouldn’t call him until tomorrow night, after I called Fiona. I didn’t want to appear desperate.
***
Fiona reassured me for the third time she wasn’t mad at me, but stipulated she and Brian expected a dinner out next week, her choice (my wallet said ouch). Then she asked the question that made me choke on my mouthful of water.
“So, did you screw someone in the alley, on my wedding day no less?” A mischievous chuckle followed, when she heard me splutter and gasp for air.
I wiped spit beads from my phone. “I supposed the…” I coughed, “…stain on my blazer was evidence enough?”
I heard her gasp and then she let out shocked laughter. “I can’t believe it. My button-down conservative brother.” In a serious, sisterly voice, she added, “I hope you used protection.”
“Of course! This is me we’re talking about.”
“True enough,” she said, then lowered her voice to a lascivious whisper. “So, give me all the gory details. What did he look like? Short? Tall? Gorgeous?”
“All the gory details? Fiona, I think not. I’m your brother.”
She snorted more laughter at my mock indignity. “Whatever. We used to share porn mags, dear brother. I’d sneak them to you at Uncle’s, remember? But, still, not too gory. I don’t want to know if he bleaches his ass—”
“Fiona!” I erupted into embarrassed laughter. That was my sister. Always placid, even when she was making a disgusting joke or angry as hell.
“Okay, okay. Give me a concise, smutty version.”
I shook my head and tried not to blush too much as I told her of my adventure with Jack in the back alley.
“Are you going to call him?” She sounded like a little girl asking me how many days left until Christmas.
“After I hang up from you.” My voice shook at this. My stomach tightened into a hard ball of knots.
“Good luck, James. Go be happy, all right?” Her sincere support touched me, gave me courage, as it always had through our childhood years.
After hanging up, I grabbed the scrap of paper from where I’d tucked it in my nightstand drawer. I stared at it, flipped it over and over, then decided to procrastinate some more by taking a shower. I made some flimsy excuse to myself about wanting to be fresh and clean when I made the call. My sharper tongued side spoke up at this, asking what? Did I think he could smell me through the phone?
Laughing at my nervousness, I shucked my clothes and let them pool on the cool bathroom tile. Thoughts of messy blond hair and doe eyes filled my head as I adjusted the shower spray and stepped beneath its warm, pleasant sting.
My muscles unbunched, seeming to sigh as they released the weekend’s tensi
on. I squirted some purple shower gel into my cupped palm and breathed in the scent of citrus. It made me feel clean already, completely at ease. Truly the shower was a haven. A meditative place where I often went to quiet my chaotic thoughts.
I rubbed the slippery gel over my shoulders, across my well-defined pecs. I wasn’t in marvelous shape, perhaps, but I was definitely fit. I jogged after work most days, because I needed the physical release after 8 hours spent writing ad copy for everything from skin cream, to designer shoes, to vintage wallets. My secret dream was to get into screen writing. Maybe pen a show for HDO or TVTIME. But I didn’t have the guts to try for what my father called “foolish dreams.” His condescension still haunted me. “No one makes a good living writing made up stuff,” he’d say, giving a derisive scoff. “You’ll starve with your head full of foolish dreams and imaginary people.”
That’s all writing was to him. A child’s dream, and he’d ingrained shame over my imagination in me early, even after I left to live with my uncle Peter. Peter, to his credit, tried to encourage my love of the written word, but the demon dad created still made me cower from taking a chance on my true dream. I hated myself for this cowardice.
Violently, I pushed Dad from my mind and let Jack’s face resurface in my thoughts. My hands became his, roaming my body with appreciation. I lingered at the valley between my pecs, stroking the smattering of hair there until it foamed with tiny soap bubbles. From there I moved outward to my arms, tracing the curves and lines of muscle, closing my eyes and relishing in relaxing sensation as I did so.
I added more gel to my palms then lathered up my torso, following the thin line of dark hair down the center of my taut abdomen. I caressed the mild definition in my stomach. No six pack for me. I didn’t find them sexy, and I didn’t want one. A toned stomach was a lovely thing to look at, but too much muscle turned me off somewhat, I had to admit. I admired those who spent the time in the gym it took to get those bodies, but I just wasn’t one of them. I looked good, was rather sexy and dashing, if I did say so myself, and that suited me well enough.
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