Uninhibited (Unlikely Lovers)

by Brooks, Cheryl

  He hated to admit it, but he had. The urge to toss her over his shoulder, carry her off to his cave, and fuck the snot out of her was overwhelming. Clearing his throat with an effort, he took her hand and turned toward the cashiers. “Shona, Jason, this is Emily.”

  “Not bad, dude,” Jason remarked. “Wouldn’t have thought a scruffy-looking Nerf herder like you could do that well.”

  “Love you, too, dude,” Alan shot back.

  Emily obviously got the reference. “He strikes me as more of a Russell Crowe type than a Harrison Ford.”

  “I’d take either one of them over Alan,” Jason said.

  Shona snorted. “You would. I prefer the Kathleen Turner type, myself. Bravo, boss man.”

  “Thanks—I think.” Alan gave Emily’s hand a tug. “C’mon. I’ll show you around.”

  Shona was right. Emily looked a lot like Kathleen Turner. Or maybe Michelle Pfeiffer. He wasn’t sure which, but she seemed to get prettier every time he saw her. Was that what happened when a guy fell in love? He’d never heard of that symptom before. A hard dick and a pugnacious attitude toward potential rivals, yes. But prettier?

  Maybe. Although it did make sense in a peculiar caveman sort of way.

  “How was your day?” she asked.

  “Horrible. I’ve had to listen to those two ragging on me all day when all I really wanted was to be with you.”

  Alan glanced at her face in time to catch her blush.

  “Really?” Her voice was so soft, he barely heard her. “That’s the way I’ve felt, too. My friend Kathy said I was walking funny, and then Stephen… Well, I…missed you.”

  Alan had never appreciated the connection between his balls and his heart before, but whatever held them together had just been yanked. Hard. “Who’s Stephen?”

  Her laugh sounded kind of nervous—like she felt guilty about something. “He’s one of the guys I work with. Basically, he needs to come out of the closet.”

  Alan relaxed a little. “Should I introduce him to Jason?”

  “Not sure he’s the right type. Stephen is very shy and gentle—unless he’s drunk on the dance floor.”

  That sounds interesting. “Oh?”

  “The guys took him to a strip club for his birthday. You should’ve seen him on stage.”

  “Maybe I shouldn’t have,” Alan said. “Sounds pretty wild. Wait a second—you were there?”

  She nodded. “Probably the craziest thing I’ve ever done—until I met you, that is. The other guys pushed us onto the stage. We danced for a while, and then he stripped to his skin and jacked off in my face.”

  Alan didn’t know whether to scream in torment or whip out his dick. “And this guy is gay?”

  She nodded. “He wasn’t doing it for me. He was showing his dick off to all the straight guys.”

  “Big one?”

  “Yeah. I keep telling him to come out. He’s really cute, but so far, he’s been too chicken.” With a chuckle, she added, “I could’ve had two dates tonight. He asked me out, hoping to get the rest of the gang to leave him alone.” She smiled up at him. “I told him I had a date with my new boyfriend.”

  That sounded nice—certainly not the words of a woman who intended to climb out a window to escape from him. A warm fuzzy feeling engulfed his heart. “And you’re feeling better now?”

  “What? Oh, yeah, the bladder infection. I caught it early enough, which is why I keep antibiotics in the house at all times. I’ll probably wind up with a yeast infection along with it, though. I nearly always do.”

  “Which reminds me.” He reached into his pocket. “I got you this.” He handed her the bottle of cranberry capsules. “Figured it was the least I could do.”

  “That’s awfully sweet of you,” she said. “Hmm…something just occurred to me. Maybe guys don’t like to have sex with me because of my proclivity for bladder infections. Never thought about it before, but it might be true.”

  “I think they were all idiots. It’s much easier to feed you cranberries than it is to give up sex.”

  “For you, maybe. The others didn’t see it as a hardship.”

  “Like I said, they were idiots.”

  Alan showed her the rest of the store, bought her some more of the Shea butter soap she liked, took off his apron, and tossed a set of keys to Rico, the night manager.

  “Do you want to follow me to the restaurant or ride with me?” he asked as they walked out to the parking lot.

  Looping her arm through his, she peered at him curiously. “I’d rather ride with you and leave my car here if that’s okay.”

  “Of course it’s okay.” She couldn’t leave without him if he had the keys. Then again, Carol had done it.

  Get over it, Alan.

  “Why would you want to take both cars?” Emily seemed puzzled as well as disappointed. “This is a date, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, it’s a date.” He winced as the link between his heart and nuts twanged again. “I didn’t want you to worry about how you’d be getting home.”

  She stopped in midstride and pulled away from him. “Why would I worry about that?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because this is our first date and all…” His explanation sounded weak, even to him.

  “Uh-huh. I’m guessing the last date you went on was when Carol ditched you. Am I right?”

  He hung his head. “Yeah. She left a message on my answering machine a few days later saying she wasn’t coming back. She didn’t bother to include the details of her escape. I always figured she called a cab or a friend to pick her up.”

  “I’m not going to do that, Alan.” Her tone was as firm as the thin line of her lips when she finished speaking. “You have to trust me.”

  “I do—I want to—I just—” With a sharp exhale, he tugged her into his arms. “I so do not want you to disappear.”

  “But if I do, you want me to have a car handy? Is that what this is all about?”

  Burying his face in her hair, he drew in a deep breath. Although her fragrance made his knees unsteady, something about her essence reassured him. “Yeah.”

  To his surprise, she laughed. “That’s very considerate of you, Alan. Not many guys plan escape routes for their dates.” Cupping his cheeks, she pulled him down for a kiss that further weakened his stance. “While I appreciate the gesture, I don’t believe I’ll need it.”

  “You’re sure about that?”

  “Absolutely. I’m keeping you.”

  Chapter 16

  Emily smiled as Alan led her over to a dark green Jeep Cherokee parked well away from the entrance. “Should’ve known you’d drive some sort of hippie vehicle.”

  “Hippie? What’s hippie about a Jeep?”

  She shrugged. “Or maybe a restored VW micro bus. You know…the health food thing and all.”

  “You don’t like the idea of eating healthy?”

  Emily would’ve thought the fact that she normally had doughnuts for breakfast would’ve made the answer to that question perfectly obvious. Her mother picked on her about her diet often enough. If she’d been sickly or overweight, she might’ve felt the intervention was warranted. As it was, she didn’t.

  “I like to eat whatever I’m in the mood for. Besides, doughnuts are easier to eat than oatmeal—and you don’t have to cook them.”

  “I promise to fix you oatmeal every day for the rest of your life,” Alan declared. “And it’ll be a much longer life if you don’t eat crap for breakfast.”

  “Doughnuts aren’t crap. They’re…” She paused searching for the perfect word. “Orgasmic.”

  “Like chocolate,” he conceded. “Okay. I’ll give you that much, but at least chocolate has some redeeming nutritional value. Doughnuts…” He shuddered. “Horrible.”

  “Yes, but stuffing your mouth with a fresh jelly doughnut is like sucking a guy’s balls.” She shivered with delight. “And eating a chocolate covered Long John filled with Bavarian cream is like sucking the cum out of a—”
r />   “Dick?” he suggested.

  “Oh, yeah…”

  “Well, how about you suck my cock and balls before breakfast? That way eating oatmeal won’t seem like such a sacrifice.”

  “Works for me,” she said. “Doesn’t sound like you’d be inconvenienced too much.”

  “Not at all.”

  His grin made her feel much better. He’d seemed so upset earlier. Hopefully agreeing to suck his dick every morning made him less apt to suspect her of trying to escape from him.

  Unlocking the Jeep, he opened the passenger door. “Hop in and I’ll give you a Long John you’re sure to rave about.”

  “Been wanting some of that all day. How about you?”

  “My dick has been drooling for the past three hours, and right now, it feels like a grenade with the pin pulled out of it.”

  “About to blow?”

  “You bet.”

  Emily had never given anyone a blow job in a car. She’d have been willing, but her stuffy men weren’t—although she once attempted to give Eugene a hand job. He was so afraid of getting caught, his dick had wilted in her grasp. Somehow, she didn’t think she’d have that problem with Alan.

  He climbed into the driver’s seat and leaned over for a kiss that would’ve melted anyone’s resistance. Not that Emily had any. Unless… “Do you think we should park somewhere else? I mean, you do work here.”

  “True.” He tapped his chin. “We could go over to Bennie’s. Seems fitting, somehow.”

  “I have a feeling we’re gonna need ice cream after dinner tonight. I’ve never had Thai food before. Really hot, isn’t it?”

  “You’re hotter, actually.” With a wink, he reclined his seat. “It’s dark—we’re nowhere near a street light—and the windows are tinted. If you keep your head down, no one will know we’re here.”

  “I like the way you think.” She nodded at his groin. “Let’s see how fast you can whip out that dick.”

  She barely had time to blink.

  “That fast, huh? Should’ve known.”

  “Suck me, baby. I’ve been dying for you all day.”

  His cock was hard and slick in her mouth as she went down on him. He must not have been kidding about drooling for hours, either. His briefs were already soaked and his cock was still pumping out the juice. After a quick mental calculation—guessing at least an hour and a half at the restaurant, if not longer—she figured she’d better make him come at least three times or he’d never make it through dinner.

  What a hardship.

  “I hope you’re hungry, babe. My nuts are so full of cream, you probably won’t need an appetizer.”

  She let her lips slide off over that perfect cockhead as she gripped the shaft in her fist. “I’m starving to death. Fill me up, Long John.”

  “Don’t worry, I will.” A breath hissed in through his teeth. “Right…now.”

  His body stiffened and his hips thrust upward as he reached a climax that seemed to go on forever, shooting spurt after spurt of creamy cum onto her waiting tongue. After she’d swallowed for the third time, Emily revised her original estimate. Once might actually be enough.

  Alan, however, had other ideas. “Use your hand this time.”

  “Won’t I hurt you without lube?”

  “I hope you do. The damn thing has been driving me insane all day. He needs to be punished.”

  Emily’s core gave a twist that had her gasping for breath and doubled her over like she’d been punched in the gut.

  “Oh, so you like that idea, do you?” Grabbing her by the nape, he pushed her head toward his cock. “Bite me, Em. Hard.”

  Her mouth was already wide open, and he shoved his dick into it. As she bit down on his rigid flesh, he let out a feral growl and fired another round down her throat.

  “Oh, yeah…Bite that big bad dick. Show him who’s boss.”

  Emily’s body was on fire, her pussy flooded with heat, her nipples taut with anticipation. Mindless lust seized her, and she pushed off her coat and unbuttoned her blouse, thanking whatever spirit had moved her to wear a bra that had hooks in the front. Undoing it with ease, she whipped out her breasts almost as fast as he’d exposed his thick, meaty rod. “Suck my tits.”

  “So, sweet little Emily wants her titties sucked, huh? That’s not punishment, that’s a reward. I love sucking your tits almost as much as I love licking your cunt.”

  “Watch your mouth, you nasty fucker, or I’ll spank your butt.”

  “You wouldn’t dare,” he taunted.

  “Oh, yeah? Watch me.” With a firm grip on his coat and pants, she pulled him over onto his side. His dick was aimed right at her and his furry buns gleamed in the dim light. “Or maybe I’ll bite it first. Then I’ll spank you.”

  As she leaned over, his cock nestled between her bare breasts and she felt another spurt creaming her skin as she sank her teeth into his cute little ass.

  “Bad boy,” she whispered. “Getting cum all over my nice, clean tits. I actually took a shower and got all dressed up for you. You’re gonna have to lick that off.”

  “Make me.”

  Emily had never spanked anyone before, let alone someone who had their dick wedged between her tits. However, despite the cramped quarters, she was able to deliver a slap on his ass that made her hand sting. His satisfied grunt made her do it again.

  “One more time,” he pleaded.

  The third time was the charm. Gasping for breath, he unloaded on her cleavage.

  “Now. Lick. My. Tits.”

  She choked back a scream as he lunged at her with terrifying speed, devouring her breasts along with their coating of semen, teasing her nipples until she came with a jolt.

  Panting, Alan rolled over onto his back, his erection still pointing straight up.

  “Honest to God, Em. You do more to me with your clothes on than any other woman has done naked.” He raked a hand through his hair. “No. Better make that three naked women. Damn.”

  “You’ve done three at once?”

  “No, but you know I could.”

  “Yeah. Most men can’t even satisfy one.” Sighing, she sat up and fastened her bra without bothering to check for splatters. As thorough as he’d been, she doubted he’d missed any of it. “You’re simply the best.”

  “Thanks. Like I said, you’re no slouch yourself.”

  She giggled. “Neither is your dick. Think you can get it back in your pants?”

  “I hope so.”

  Pulling up his slacks, he tucked his dick up against his stomach and zipped them up.

  “Have you ever had that checked out? You know, like that ‘erection lasting more than four hours’ warning that comes with Viagra?”

  “No. And I’ve never been sure what they’d do for a guy who had that problem. Stick a pin in it and deflate it like a balloon?”

  “If anyone did that to you, you’d bleed to death.”

  “Which is why I’ve never shown it to a doctor.”

  “I understand completely.”

  * * * *

  On the way to the restaurant, Emily related her friend Kathy’s astute observations regarding the sanctity of motherhood. “I’ll never view Mother’s Day with the same degree of reverence again.”

  “Or Father’s Day,” Alan added. “Funny how you never think about stuff like that until someone points it out to you.”

  “I know. Nothing so saintly as motherhood, yet nothing so base as sex.” She shrugged. “Weird.”

  After parking the Jeep on the street across from the restaurant, he hopped out and went around to open her door, pleased that she didn’t complain when he behaved in a gentlemanly fashion. Most women didn’t like having doors opened for them unless they had their hands full. Emily, on the other hand, took his proffered hand with gratitude.

  “It’s a long way down out of this thing,” she said. “Especially in heels.”

  “You look fabulous,” he said, kissing her cheek.

  “Thanks.”

  He wasn�
��t kidding, either. Her hair had that soft fullness he couldn’t seem to get enough of, and she wore a flowing white wool coat over a silvery blouse with a red, black, and silver plaid skirt—simple, elegant, and Christmasy. And those red shoes were hot.

  “You’re making me wish I’d brought along a change of clothes.”

  “I think you look very handsome.” Grasping the lapels of his coat, she kissed him back. “In a scruffy-looking Nerf herder sort of way. Although a change of underwear might’ve been a good idea.”

  “Yeah. I’ll have to remember to do that tomorrow.”

  She frowned. “Are you going to have this problem every day?”

  “Maybe. This is new territory for me.”

  He wasn’t completely sure why. He’d always been interested in sex, and though there’d been several women who’d turned him on more than others, he’d never felt anything like he did at that moment—standing on the sidewalk on a clear December night, the frigid air making clouds out of his breath while Emily gazed up at him with an expression that turned his insides to mush.

  “Me, too,” she said. “In so many ways.”

  She didn’t explain further, but held his arm as they crossed the street. Alan was about to burst with pride or something like it. After a brief, futile attempt to identify that emotion, he simply took a deep breath and let the evening unfold around him. With a beautiful, sexy lady on his arm and a dinner reservation—he’d planned ahead at least that much—the night’s pleasures awaited.

  The transition from the brisk wind on the street to the warmth of the building was shocking but satisfying. Inhaling the mingled aromas of pungent spices helped distract him from the scent of the lady by his side. But not for long. When they reached their table, he caught another whiff of the amazing fragrance that was so uniquely hers as he held her chair for her.

  “Glad I already had an appetizer,” Emily said as she scanned the menu. “Seems like all of these have cilantro in them. I know it’s very trendy, but I can’t stand the stuff.” She read further. “No, wait. Here’s one…Tao Hoo Tod, deep-fried tofu served with choice of homemade peanut sauce or sweet chili sauce. That sounds good.”

  Momentarily puzzled, he shot her a questioning glance, only to realize the “appetizer” to which she was referring.