Love, Life and Naughty Bits

by Tania Cooper

  How do I forget these things? You could have at least given me a heads up. Ha heads … up … I crack me up. But seriously mate, that was a dick move, and I should know.

  “Oh handsome, stop pouting. I can feel the indignant cringe from here. If you’re a very good boy I may just kiss it and make it better for you later tonight.”

  “Oh come on girl that is just mean, you know Lane has no jocks on under those sweats, having me rise and tent them now would be …. Oh …. Damn that is genius.”

  “I know.”

  “Damn it, I fucking love you.”

  “I know that too, now hop to it and see if we get the reaction we want.”

  Okay here it goes, one involuntary woody coming up, right okay, think kinky. Lexi lying on the beach, naked, legs open, fingers toying with her wet lips. Yeah … that’s good … can feel the blood pumping. Okay, another push should do it. Lexi, leaning forwards, her pert butt pushed high in the air as she looks back at us, slowly and I do mean slowly teasing her panties down over her cheeks.

  "Uh Lane.”

  “Yeah babe?”

  “I think … um ...”

  “Huh? Oh shit, sorry.”

  Hey bro, why are you acting so embarrassed about this? You know she wants you and me just as much as you want her.

  “Well that wasn’t exactly what I was hoping would happen, but it was worth a try, hey Eight.”

  “No, wasn’t exactly the best response but, oh hang on baby, I think things are going to get a little serious, can you feel the energy off our girl?”

  “Yeah, this is a bit, um, let’s just see what happens, but no matter what babe, I love you.”

  “I know baby, I know. I love you too; let’s just hope my boy doesn’t fuck things up again.”

  Okay Lane, let’s see what’s up with our girl. Ready and … go.

  “Lane, I … I think … that guy, the one that attacked me, I think he might be my stalker. It has been driving me insane, I see him every morning, just standing there across from work. He’s there when I leave. I keep getting all these phone calls, none of them have a message, just this sweaty, stale, breathing. I get the calls day and night, I have trouble sleeping I get so paranoid that the phone is going to ring, so I sit there staring at it half the night.”

  Mate, she is starting to cry, what are you waiting for, put your arms around her and hold her close to you, she needs it, you need it, and it sure as hell will be one step closer to you two finally making it abundantly clear how you both feel. So don’t be a fucking idiot, hug the girl.

  “Hey, come here, come on. I know we can stop this from continuing. I won’t have you trapped like this by some psycho with an obsession. Security have enough on him, calls logged with dates, times and numbers when the fucker called the office, they have him on CCTV standing out front. And you’ve got me to corroborate the attack, even if we didn’t see his face; we have all we need to put this to bed once and for all. So Lexi, as soon as we get back, we’re taking this to the police, okay, I won’t take no for an answer this time.”

  Nicely put bro, even if all you got for an answer was a soft slightly sullen nod, but nicely done. Okay my balls are starting to freeze being stuck against the cold earth here, any chance of us heading back and getting dinner sorted?

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  “Baby, is our girl allergic to anything?”

  “No, just cheesy pick-up lines.”

  “Funny. But seriously, is she allergic to anything, or can’t eat anything?”

  “No, you’re all good.”

  Well okay then, Laney boy, let’s get cooking.

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  “Oh my, uh, what is all this?”

  “Well, I wanted to do something to cheer you up, so we have some dishes that I, while simple, know you would probably not have tried before.”

  “Well okay, still doesn’t answer my question.”

  “Okay then, we have, Sope, it’s essentially a very thick tortilla, made with maze and limes, baked and then topped with refried black beans, aged cheese and a smooth tomato based sauce mixed with fresh tequila cured pork. Following on from that is one meal that takes a while to prepare so I always keep some curing in the fridge. Cochinita Pibil, it’s a slow roasted pork dish, served with steamed rice and diced tomato and cilantro, simple really.”

  Okay enough showing off, you know you got that recipe from a DVD, so stop bloody gloating.

  “He got it off a DVD?”

  “Yeah, one of his favourite films, I can’t remember the bloody name, but credit to him, he’s made it his own. I wonder if it would ever pass muster with … hmm.”

  “What?”

  “Never mind, baby, just enjoy the time with me, I think this might pay off in the end.”

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  “Damn Lane, this is delicious. Where the hell did you learn to cook like this; wait no, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know. I like a mystery.”

  “So I guess you like it then?”

  “Like it, I freaking love it. It tastes fantastic and you can hardly sense the tequila in it, it smooths out so well with all the other flavours.”

  Okay that’s all well and good; she loves your cooking, but what now? Where do we go from here, it’d still be too bloody weird if you dragged her into bed and, like swimming, you should really wait an hour. Plus, I’d let her make the first move anyway, just to be on the safe side. So, um, I guess, you could always get the hearth going and curl up with a film or something, or just some soft mood music and the fire. You know, enjoy each other’s company a bit more intimately. Hint, hint.

  “Seriously baby, if he doesn’t get the lead on from that, I have serious doubts about my boy’s intelligence.”

  “Give it time Eight, give it time, we’ve got the whole weekend ahead of us and I for one have no doubt we will end up together before Monday rolls around.”

  “I know baby, but we still have to be careful with our girl, we don’t want to damage things more than they already are.”

  “Yeah, I know, she’s getting hard to read now, so just give it time, she’ll be ready soon enough.”

  Feeling the heat from the flickering flames of the open fireplace, while lounging on the softest sofa I have ever laid my bits on, I’m still amazed that we are here, in a real beach house, Lane’s beach house to be exact. If this was ours, I’m sure we would find a way to work from home and move in here permanently, ditching the city apartment lifestyle we currently live. My girl could afford it if she wanted to, but feels as if it would be too isolated living in a house like this all alone.

  Despite the reason we are here, today has been wonderful, in a quiet, understated way, but still wonderful. The gentle caring and subtle affection that Lane has been showing Alexis is mesmerising and has had my girl’s heart rate rising more than a handful of times today. He has been a perfect gentleman, which to be honest, has been frustrating at times for both my girl and I.

  His light kisses and gentle touches have flooded my centre more than once today and has my girl’s brain overflowing with naughty thoughts, which then have her feeling guilty, thinking that she is here recovering from an attack and was not invited here for a dirty weekend away. But damn it if we don’t want a naughty weekend desperately with this man, right here, right now.

  Even Eight has been restrained, to a point. The respect they are showing us is heart-warming. The quiet walks along the beach were so very sweet, the silence saying more than mere words could have expressed. Then Lane understanding Alexis’s need to focus some of her restlessness on work, their laptops opposite each other on the dining table, was a vision that had my girl craving that kind of companionship every weekend here.

  And then dinner! Holy fucking meat on a stick was that a beautiful and yummy surprise. The old saying, ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,’ could so easily be translated to, ‘the way to a woman’s heart and soul and panties and everything in between, is through her stomach,’ when it comes to a man who can c
ook more than just a BBQ. The meal was delicious, but even more than that, the time spent looking into Lane’s eyes and his looking right back, was … heaven. We can’t help but think what a good Mr. Long Term Guy Lane Anderson would make.

  But now, sitting here, in front of the fire, with Lane sitting beside us, his arm casually hanging over Alexis’s shoulder while she is snuggled comfortably into his side, is pure torture! I’m trying so very hard to not let our arousal become too obvious, because if he was to reject my girl in this moment, I honestly don’t think she would survive too well at all. And the restraint that Eight is showing would be admirable, if it wasn’t so hilariously painful to hear.

  “Arr Hot Lips, make your girl get up and go to the toilet, or grab a drink, or say she needs some fresh air, anything, just pleaseeeeeeee move her from our side. I’m in pain and I don’t know how much longer I can hold onto these freaking hormones without letting then smash into my boy’s already barely there restraint. Move her, now!”

  “I hear you babe, I do. My girl is barely hanging on herself. If it wasn’t for a recent serious event which has her believing it’s an inappropriate time to have these feelings flowing through her entire body, she would be all over your boy in a flash. It would be so fast that you wouldn’t even see it coming. You’re not the only one in pain here.”

  “Remind me again, why are we both restraining ourselves? Aren’t these feelings what we have been striving for these past few weeks?”

  “We don’t want to risk our girl thinking that Lane is taking advantage of her while she is in a vulnerable state. She may get caught up in the moment or the night, but what if she wakes up pissed or upset tomorrow? We don’t want to risk ruining what beautiful progress they have made in the last twenty-four hours.”

  “True. It hurts to say, in more ways than one, but I agree with you.”

  “Good boy.”

  Alexis continues to snuggle tightly into Lane, believing that, if this is just a one night, emergency type of comfort thing, then she will make the most of it. She takes a large inhale of his scent then snuggles tighter into his side, her heartbeat kicking up a notch when he squeezes her tighter to him and places a feather light kiss on her head.

  Then something changes.

  Alexis starts to change her thought process, so fast in fact, I’m having trouble keeping up. She is thinking of throwing caution to the wind and making a move on Lane, damn the consequences.

  “Lane?” she says in a deep, lustful tone, as she lifts her head from under his shoulder, staring longingly into his eyes. When she sees the same hunger and barely there restraint shining back at her, she decides to take a chance on her feelings for Lane and rises slowly towards his lips, giving him time to back away if that is his intent, but he starts to lean in as well.

  “Oh my God! Eight, this is it! All our restraint was for nothing, they are going to make this happen on their own.”

  “I’m not sure, Hot Lips. He’s holding back, he still feels as if she is too vulnerable to take this further than a quick peck.”

  Their lips meet gently, brushing slightly over each other. It is Lane’s low growl that has Alexis leaning in with more force, deepening the kiss, begging for more. When Lane’s tongue traces her lips, our body comes alive. I can no longer hold back the arousal I have been fighting near this man. Her tongue meets his, which has his grip on her shoulder tightening as he pushes his tongue all the way in, desperate to dance with hers.

  Eight is right, I can feel his restraint. The want is there, I can smell the testosterone his body is releasing, but he’s trying not to hurt our girl, which shows what he truly does feel for her no matter how much he has been trying to hide it behind his coldness.

  All of a sudden our restraint breaks as our body is engulfed in flames. Alexis reaches a hand up, grabbing the back of Lane’s neck, pulling him closer, demanding more. He still tries to refrain from letting go, but when Alexis moves up higher, not breaking their heated kiss, while moving her leg over his lap, straddling him and pressing her body flush against his, he completely and utterly loses it. Both of his large hands grab hold of her arse and he forcefully brings her closer, smashing hard against his solid erection while he growls loudly into her mouth.

  “Fuck, Hot Lips, I can feel your lips part over me through the cotton fabric. Your heat is scorching and … oh Goddamn it, your wetness is soaking through our clothes. Need you, need you now!”

  “Holy fuck, Eight. You feel so hard, so good. I want you, I want you inside me. I’m going to die if it doesn’t happen this second.”

  Alexis rubs her centre against Lane’s hard cock as one of his hands travels up her spine, reaching into her hair as he smashes their lips together harder, bruising the delicate pink flesh as he then sinks his teeth into our bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue.

  Weeks of pent up frustration releases, causing a heat to rival hell as they both consume each other, feasting on the hormones that are seeping from their bodies. I’m flooding like never before as Eight hardens to the point of breaking. Lane and Alexis are almost clawing at each other with a passion neither has experienced before, trying to get closer, trying to feel more.

  Lane reaches both hands to the back of her tee shirt, pulling it over her head and throwing it to the side. His hands reach up and cup her breasts over the top of her silky black bra, still not breaking their kiss. His hands move up to her shoulders, dragging her straps down her arms softly, freeing her as he breaks the kiss long enough to bend down and take one of her hardened nipples into his mouth. She throws her head back, her moan echoing around the room as Lane once again reaches a hand around to her arse, pushing it hard against his arousal.

  “Need you Lane, need you so bad.”

  “Oh Lexi baby, I fucking need you too. But … I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

  “It’s not taking advantage if it’s offered up freely to you. I want you Lane, I want you right now. Please don’t make me wait.”

  Without hesitation, Lane throws her down onto the sofa beside him and starts tugging at the baggy sweatpants along with her panties, roughly pulling them down her hips as she lifts slightly to help him. He then sits back and stares at her bare body spread out before him.

  “I’m sorry Lexi, I’m sorry I resisted this for so long.”

  Before she can answer, his hands grab her knees and open her to him, displaying me and our arousal that has spread down her thighs. He starts to slowly lean forward, not breaking eye contact as his tongue lashes out to make a single swipe between my lips. Alexis bucks her hips into his face, increasing the pressure, almost causing us to climax.

  Lane enjoys her reaction going by his husky laugh as he repeats his actions, but this time holds her thighs down. He then sucks our entire clit into his mouth, his warmth encasing my bundle of nerves. Then he’s thrusting two fingers into our soaking core, causing a delicious friction on my internal walls and that’s all it takes for the explosions to begin. The wave takes over as Alexis screams his name, our climax shooting electricity through every nerve in her body.

  “Oh my, oh my, oh my Eight! It has never felt like this before, we have never exploded like that from oral ever!”

  “Damn, damn, damn, baby. That was beyond my expectations. And that was just the beginning, Hot Lips. You just wait until I rub your internal muscles, the neighbours will know Lane’s name I guarantee. Hold on tight, baby. I’m going to take you for the ride of your life.”

  Lane pulls his fingers free of her body and begins to crawl slowly up, biting her sensitive skin as he goes, at her hip bone, her stomach, her ribs, one breast, collarbone, neck, jaw and then sucks her bottom lip into his mouth before giving it a quick bite also. She can taste our arousal on his lips and moans as the taste seeps into her mouth.

  Just when she thinks he is going to settle against her, he suddenly stands and pulls her up with him, reaching behind her, grabbing both arse cheeks and pulling up. Alexis wraps her long legs around his waist as he pulls
her tightly to him, our wet centre soaking the front of his sweatpants.

  With one hand holding her arse he attacks her lips again, sending his other hand up into her hair, grabbing roughly, anchoring her to him, moulding them into one, as he then starts to walk towards the stairs.

  “Dear God don’t let us fall Eight, unless I fall straight onto you, but then I don’t want any injuries stopping this arousal. I want more, much more. Take me Eight, take me.”

  ‘Fuck, Hot Lips. This is really happening, I’m going to make you mine. I hope this is just the beginning.”

  Lane’s strength is amazing as he rushes up the stairs heading towards his bedroom, while holding Alexis tightly in his arms, still kissing the fuck out of her, stealing every breath she tries to take. Lightheadedness isn’t even the start of it. She feels as if she is floating on clouds above a raging volcano.

  When he reaches the edge of his bed, he places one knee on the mattress and slowly lowers Alexis down, still holding her tightly in his arms as he moves her higher up the bed. He wastes no time in breaking their kiss and lowering his head to capture a nipple roughly between his lips. His other hand moves slowly over her stomach, sending delicious shivers through her entire body.

  His hand teasingly moves over to her thigh instead of where we need it most, his fingers rubbing in the groove between thigh and pelvis, as he then moves over, ever so lightly, barely brushing our centre. He strokes down her other thigh, kneading her flesh roughly, before finally moving to where we so desperately want to feel him.

  He pushes all his fingers through our wet folds, the slick noise filling the room as he spreads our juices, growling at the evidence of arousal due to his heated touch. He shoves three fingers in at once as he bites down on the nipple he was sucking, causing Alexis to slam up into his body with a loud, drawn out moan. He continues to cause havoc on my centre as his movements become faster, more frantic, his breathing becoming laboured.