Uninhibited (Unlikely Lovers)

by Brooks, Cheryl

  Once the door was closed, Alan was completely nude in a matter of seconds.

  She gave him a quick once-over and nodded. “I knew there was something peculiar about you. Now I see what it was. You had clothes on.”

  “That’s because I didn’t want Todd or anyone else seeing what you do to me.” He gestured toward his groin. “I’ve been waiting ever since I heard you knock—and my cock has been waiting too. C’mere and suck me, baby. Suck my big, fuckin’ dick and make me come in your face.”

  With a trembling hand, she took his cock in her grasp, gazing up at him through her thick lashes before plunging his dripping penis into her mouth.

  Threading his fingers in her hair, he pulled her closer. “Oh, yeah, baby,” he groaned. “Suck me.”

  He hadn’t been kidding when he said it wouldn’t take long. After two very short, ecstatic minutes, he pulled out and jizzed in her face. Dragging her to her feet, he licked her cheeks and then kissed her, delving deeply into the recesses of her mouth with his cum-slick tongue.

  She kissed him back, devouring his lips. “Alan,” she whispered. “Help me...please. I…hurt inside. Please…fuck me until you can’t do it anymore.”

  Alan had to fight the urge to take her right there on the living room floor. “We’ll be at it all night,” he warned. “I won’t be able to stop.”

  “Sounds fabulous.”

  With an inarticulate grunt, he scooped her up and carried her to his bedroom. After laying her on the bed, however, he reined in the urgency, removing her clothing with a painstaking slowness that seemed to drive her wilder still. Remembering the way she’d teased him in the shower, he slowed the pace even further, using his lips, tongue, and fingertips on every erogenous zone he could find. As she thrashed and moaned in his arms, he had an idea she might climax without him, but that was okay. She’d have plenty of other opportunities to come before the night was over.

  Alan didn’t need the recovery time, but he took it anyway, using it to prepare her for the onslaught of passion he was about to unleash—not to mention that other factor.

  “Alan,” she moaned. “Alan, please...you’re making it worse.”

  “I want to be sure you’re really wet, babe. I’ll hurt you if you’re not.”

  “I’m already wet to my knees. How much more lubrication could I possibly need?”

  He winced. “Take a look at my dick, and you’ll see what I mean.”

  One glance at his groin had her sucking in a breath that triggered a coughing fit. “Holy shit!” she exclaimed. “What happened to it?”

  “I get…bigger when I’m at home,” he explained. “I probably should have warned you.”

  “I’ve never heard of such a thing. How is that possible?”

  “Don’t know,” he replied, shaking his head. “Maybe I’m less inhibited on my own turf. All I know is, that’s how it works—which is one reason why I usually at least try to do it somewhere else for the first few times. There’ve been several girls who couldn’t take it.”

  “Hmm…another catch. How come it wasn’t like this when I sucked you just now?”

  “You weren’t naked and hadn’t asked me to fuck you until I couldn’t do it anymore. That sort of thing has its effect, you know.”

  Sitting up, she lifted his cock, examining it carefully. Alan had to grit his teeth to keep from coming in her face again.

  “The damn thing has to be thicker by at least half an inch. Still, if a woman can deliver a baby, she ought to be able to handle something that size. Of course, if it gets any bigger, you might rip something, but… Got any really slick lube?”

  “Yeah.” He heaved a sigh of relief. “I probably should have just gone ahead and used the lube without saying anything. I hated to spring it on you, though.”

  “Or you could’ve saved the surprise for another day. Why didn’t you just let me go home instead of waiting in the hall for me?”

  “I had good intentions. Can I help it if I have a penis that won’t leave me alone?”

  “Guess not.” She shrugged. “Okay, lube it up real good and go for it. I’ll let you know if you need to stop.”

  Alan didn’t waste any time grabbing the lube and polishing his dick with it. Then he handed her the bottle. “Here, hang onto this in case you need more.”

  Her gaze never left his cock as he crawled up between her legs. “Oh, God. It’s getting longer.”

  “No, it isn’t,” he insisted. “Just thicker.” Easing into her slit, he watched her face, waiting for her grimace.

  The moment of truth…

  “Well…I can see why some women can’t take it.” Her voice was almost as tight as her pussy, and she had a white-knuckled grip on the lube. When he slid in the rest of the way, her eyes rolled back in her head. “On the other hand, it may be just what the doctor ordered.”

  Her breath shortened to a pant as he began to move—slowly at first, then with increasing speed and depth.

  At least she’s not screaming—yet.

  “Hold on a sec,” she gasped.

  As he slid back, she squirted more lube at the base of his cock.

  “Better?” he asked as he picked up the pace again.

  “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! I don’t think—”

  The rest of her sentence was cut off by an orgasm that seized his dick like a vise and turned her into a bucking bronco.

  A shout leaped from his throat as his balls contracted, sending a megadose of cum spewing from his slit, eliminating the need for any additional lubrication. His cock now slid quite easily in and out of her pussy, her wet warmth holding him in a hug that caressed rather than squeezed. With her pussy this slick, Alan knew he could keep going for a lot longer than she could.

  Several orgasms later—three for her and two for him—he figured he’d better quit or she really wouldn’t be able to walk.

  “G’night, Em,” he muttered as he fell over onto the bed. “Don’t bother going home.”

  “Not sure I can, actually.”

  He smiled against his pillow. “Good.”

  Chapter 14

  Emily awakened to an unfamiliar tweeting sound. Opening her eyes to near complete darkness, she was momentarily disoriented until her gaze finally landed on a digital clock that read five-fifteen. The tweeting, however, wasn’t coming from the clock, but from Alan’s watch, which was sounding off beneath her pillow.

  Lifting her head, she wondered how in the world he’d been able to sleep with someone lying on his arm—or for that matter, how she’d been able to sleep with his other arm draped over her hip, not to mention the way his leg held hers in a tangled embrace.

  She gave him a nudge. “Hey, you. Time to get up and make the doughnuts—or whatever it is you do first thing in the morning.”

  “I sure as hell don’t make doughnuts. You will eat oatmeal for breakfast and like it.”

  Shutting off his alarm, he yawned and pulled her closer, snuggling up as though intending to snooze for a bit.

  “Oh, no you don’t,” she said, shoving his arm away. “I need to go home and take a shower and get ready for work.”

  “You could take a shower here.”

  “I’d rather not. Something tells me I’d wind up being late. No need for oatmeal, either. I’ll pick up breakfast on the way to work.”

  “It better not be doughnuts,” he warned. “Those things will kill you. They’re like sugar-coated hand grenades to your health.”

  “Yeah, well, I could use a good sugar rush right now.” She rolled over and sat up, wincing as she dangled her legs off the side of the bed. “Or maybe some antibiotics. I feel a bladder infection coming on.” She stood up. “Or maybe I just need to pee.”

  Putting one foot in front of the other was more difficult than she would’ve guessed. However, her first wobbly step instantly had Alan at her side with an arm around her waist.

  “Allow me.” Gathering her up in his arms, he carried her into the bathroom and sat her on the toilet.

  “That
’s a first,” she muttered.

  “I’ll have to stock up on cranberry juice.” He took a step back and peered at her as though expecting her to start screaming in pain at any moment. “Or maybe cranberry capsules. We carry them at the store. Can’t have you getting sick.”

  “Um…will you get in the shower? You don’t need to watch.”

  “I want to make sure you’re okay.”

  She scowled up at him. “I’m fine.”

  “Sorry, I just…”

  “I know, I know,” she said, putting up a hand. “But staring at me won’t make any difference in the outcome. I promise to give you a full report when I’m done.”

  “Okay.” He still appeared doubtful, hesitating a few seconds before finally turning on the water. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

  Emily was at a loss to know what that might be, but she nodded anyway. When he finally got in the tub and pulled the curtain closed, she let loose, wincing with the lingering pain at the end.

  Crap. A yeast infection would surely follow. While this wouldn’t stop her from sucking him, actual intercourse was out of the question for a while.

  “That’s what I get for not getting up to pee right afterward.” Although she had no idea how she could’ve done it when, for all intents and purposes, she’d been unconscious at the time.

  The shower curtain snapped back and Alan stuck his head out. “What was that?”

  “Don’t suppose you’ve got any double strength Septra laying around, have you?”

  “No—oh, shit! Really?”

  “I’m afraid so. Should’ve known this would happen.” Emily had always been prone to that particular condition. What was surprising was that it hadn’t happened sooner. “I’ve got a prescription at home, though. No worries.”

  “You’re sure?” Judging from his anxious, nearly tearful expression, he didn’t agree with her prognosis.

  “Yes, I’m sure. No nooky for a day or two, though.”

  He swallowed with noticeable difficulty. “Okay. I’m really sorry, Em. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  “I know that. It’s my own damn fault for not dragging my ass out of bed when you finished last night.”

  “I’ll make sure you do that from now on. Deal?”

  “Deal. Now hurry up in there before you have me jumping your bones and giving you a bladder infection to match.”

  He frowned. “What?”

  Shaking her head, she let out a giggle. “You have no idea how hot you look when you’re all wet and soapy, do you?”

  “I guess not.”

  He did look gorgeous with dark curls plastered around his face and water running down the treasure trail to his dick—which, astonishingly enough, was relatively flaccid. Of course, it only remained that way for another ten seconds.

  “You could suck me,” he suggested, running a soapy hand over his stiffening cock. “I heard somewhere that swallowing semen once a week helps to prevent breast cancer—might help with other things, too.”

  Emily snickered. “Wonder who did that study.”

  “Dunno, but I would’ve been one of the more eager volunteers. Bet there were lots of them.”

  “Lots of guys, anyway. Not so many women.”

  “What, sucking cock isn’t worth preventing cancer?”

  He had a point. “It is for me.”

  “Glad to hear it. I’ve also heard that frequent ejaculations are good for the prostate.”

  Emily nearly fell off the toilet laughing. “Guess that means we’re good for each other’s health, huh?”

  “I could’ve told you that.” His eyes grew soft. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Em.”

  A snappy retort regarding lust versus love was on the tip of her tongue, but she held it back. She’d already hurt his feelings once. “And you’re the sweetest man I’ve ever known. I’m not sure I deserve you.”

  “Doesn’t matter whether you do or not,” he said. “What matters is that you feel that way.” Pushing back the curtain, he held out a hand. “It’s the same way I feel about you. Come on in here. I need you.”

  She nodded. “We need each other.”

  Alan was hot and wet in her arms as his lips came down on hers, slanting over her mouth, depriving her of what little breath she had left. “We deserve each other.”

  * * * *

  Alan made oatmeal for her anyway—steel cut organic oats sweetened with stevia. He’d have put cranberries on it, as opposed to blueberries, if he’d had any. He was pretty sure they had the dried variety at the store, and he had every intention of stocking up on them—along with every other nutrient known to support feminine health.

  Fucking poor Emily into a bladder infection… Jesus, he felt like a heel.

  Better than giving her HIV. At least bladder infections were treatable. He poured her a cup of tea and sat down. “Sorry to get you up so early.”

  She shrugged, blowing on her tea before taking a sip. “This is just another of those things we’ll have to work out.”

  He hoped she wasn’t making a list of his transgressions. Let’s see now… A bladder infection, waking her up at the crack of dawn, not letting her get adequate sleep, squirting cum in her ear, not to mention fucking her into a stupor every chance he got…

  Damn. He was beginning to understand why Carol had left him—although he couldn’t quite get why Barbara had felt the need to tie him to the bed. He still rated that one as being a tad extreme.

  “Are we still on for dinner tonight?”

  She swallowed a spoonful of oatmeal before replying. “Why wouldn’t we be?”

  He shrugged. “Thought you might not feel up to it.”

  “I’ll be fine after a couple of doses of Septra.” She reached over and patted his hand. “Don’t worry, Alan. You aren’t the first guy to give me a bladder infection. I had a real doozie when Chad and I first got together.” She paused, frowning. “Although as I recall, he only lasted about three minutes. Must’ve been a weird angle or something. His stamina was nothing compared to yours. Wasn’t worth the pain, now that I think of it.”

  That sounds promising. “And I am? Worth the pain, I mean?”

  “Maybe.” She shot him a sly grin. “But don’t get cocky.”

  “I won’t.”

  Truth be told, no one had ever referred to him as cocky. Then again, most people hadn’t seen his dick, and those who had—

  His thoughts were momentarily diverted by the memory of Vivian, the last woman he’d been with. She’d looked up at him with that sweet smile and told him he was the least cocky man she’d ever met. Of course, at that point in time, he’d been an absolute wreck, still reeling from Carol’s abrupt desertion. Vivian had never held that one transgression against him—was still a regular customer at the store—but the pity fuck she’d given him had brought him to his senses. Having sensed her underlying current of regret, he knew he couldn’t go on fucking any woman who felt sorry for him.

  He didn’t think Emily was only there out of pity. No. There was much more to their relationship than that. It wasn’t purely physical, either—although sex played a major role. This next day or two without sex should be interesting. Then again, there were other ways to have sex that didn’t involve a woman’s vagina.

  Creativity, at least on Emily’s part, wouldn’t be a problem—not if their first few hours together were any indication. She’d gotten him off half a dozen times already and most of those times she’d been fully clothed.

  Still, as a lesson in control, he knew it would be good for him.

  She was scraping the bottom of her bowl when he got up from the table. “Gotta run. Take your time and lock the door on your way out.”

  Run. He’d missed his run for how many days now? Maybe he didn’t need that endorphin rush anymore. Not now that he had Emily.

  Leaning over, he dropped a kiss on her forehead and murmuring a quick, “Later, babe.” Any smoochier and he’d lose it again.

  “See you tonig
ht.”

  She didn’t kiss him in return. Then again, she wasn’t the romantic lovey-dovey type. Maybe that would change. Maybe it wouldn’t. He certainly wasn’t going to blow it by forcing the issue.

  He set his empty bowl in the sink and ran some water into it.

  “Hold on a sec.” Hopping up from the table, she pulled his head down as though intending to kiss him, but licked the corner of his mouth instead. “Got a little oatmeal on your cheek.” She followed that up with a deep, sensuous kiss that made his nuts tingle. “Can’t let my guy go to work with oatmeal on his face, can I?”

  My guy.

  Alan liked that. He liked that a lot.

  * * * *

  “Okay,” Jason said. “What gives?”

  Alan had somehow managed to suppress his lovesick grin. Unfortunately, stacking the avocados in the shape of a heart had given him away. “Gives what?”

  “You got laid.” With a sniff, Jason flipped his ponytail back. “Didn’t you?”

  Since “getting laid” was such an inadequate description of that weekend’s events, words failed him.

  “Come on, ’fess up. You found some hot little mama and did the nasty with her.”

  “How do you know it wasn’t some hot little dude?” Alan countered. When in doubt, take the offensive.

  Insane laughter added to Jason’s creepy tattoo made him look like something straight out of a slasher flick. “My gaydar is working perfectly. You, my friend, are so straight you can’t even see around the damn corner.”

  Alan blinked. “What the fuck does that mean?”

  “Means you like girls,” Shona put in from behind her cash register.

  With super short hair, tribal tattoos, and a single earring—not to mention the stud in her lower lip—Shona had never once come on to Alan, not even when everyone else had teased him mercilessly about giving up women. If anything, she’d been supportive, leading him to assume that she liked girls too and was thankful for the lack of competition. Then again, after hearing the Carol story, she might’ve decided he wasn’t worth the potential loss of all her belongings.

  “I’m not sure we should be having this conversation while there are customers in the store,” Alan said.