Uninhibited (Unlikely Lovers)

by Brooks, Cheryl

  “Hell, no. The cum is all gonna be mine, babe. Although I can pretend to be a different man every time if you like.”

  Her eyes lit up. “It’d be like dancing nude for a bunch of guys at The Mouse’s Tail, wouldn’t it?”

  Having heard that, if Alan hadn’t already come twice during dinner, he probably would’ve shot his wad again. As it was, the Jeep gave a lurch, its tires squelching against the curb.

  “Obviously you can’t keep this thing on the road,” she said. “And I have no desire to explain to the cops why I bit your dick during the accident. Pull over. I’m going to drive.”

  It was his turn to gape at her. “Are you nuts?”

  “Maybe. At least this car is an automatic. I’m pretty sure I can keep one hand on the wheel and jack you off with the other as long as I don’t have to shift gears.”

  He gazed at her, a bemused smile curling his lips. “You can drive a stick?”

  “Damn straight I can. My trusty little five-speed Accord could put this thing a lap down with no trouble at all. Automatics are for sissies.”

  For the first time since they’d left the restaurant, he actually laughed. “Had dreams of driving an Indy car?”

  “You bet. My father and I used to go to the Speedway all the time when I was a kid.”

  “Okay, Hot Wheels,” he said as he turned down a side street. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

  He put the Jeep in park and hopped out, not bothering to zip up his fly, hoping his coat was long enough to avoid being arrested for indecent exposure. She came around from the other side, climbed in and was pulling away before he even closed his door.

  “The pit crews got nothin’ on me,” she said. “You should see me change a tire.”

  “If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather watch you blow me.”

  “Later,” she said. “We need ice cream first. My mouth is still on fire.” She gave him a wink. “Get your dick out and lay your seat back, dude. I need something in my right hand or driving just doesn’t feel right.”

  He stared at her for a long moment then unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down to his ankles. Reclining the seat, he pulled up his shirt as she drove back to the main road.

  So, she wants to drive race cars and learn how to make soap. Fascinating…

  “I think I’m in love,” she said after she’d taken the first turn. Tossing him a glance, she added, “Not you. I mean the Jeep. Never drove one before. I like it.”

  “Thought automatics were for sissies.”

  “Yeah, well, it’s still cool. Kinda like a cross between a dune buggy and a truck.”

  Having driven neither, Alan could only take her word for it. He took her hand and put it on his dick. “Shift my gears, babe. I’m all yours.”

  “Mmm…hard as granite,” she said, licking her lips. “Just the way I like it. Makes me wonder how the hell you ever manage to walk.”

  “That’s why I like being naked.”

  “No complaints here. I like you naked. Always there for me to touch and enjoy—not to mention the eye candy aspect.”

  “You think I’m eye candy?”

  “Hell, yes. You’re the cutest little Nerf herder I’ve ever seen.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  “As it was intended.”

  With a sigh, Alan leaned back as Emily slid her fist up and down the length of his shaft. “And you’re the most gorgeous cocksucker I’ve ever seen.”

  “Sweet talker.”

  She kept on driving, seeming to have no difficulty staying in her lane while giving Alan one of the better hand jobs of his life. His balls felt like lead and his dick was aflame—even without the hot peppers. More juice spurted from his slit, getting her hand nice and wet. He wiggled his butt, settling into the seat.

  “After we get ice cream, we’ll go pick up your car and drive to your place. I want you to lie on the bed while I spooge all over you.”

  “Want me to play with my clit?”

  “Oh, yeah. Think I could lick your pussy? All that Thai spice makes me crave some sweet pussy juice.”

  “Better not do it today. Maybe tomorrow. Still not sure about the yeast infection. I prob’ly oughta treat that tonight, too. But there is something else you could do while I’m on the mend.”

  “And what’s that?”

  She gave a derisive snort. “Geez, Alan. We’ve already done all that shit once—or don’t you remember fucking my tits and ass?”

  Alan let out a yell as his balls tucked in tight and his dick erupted like Mauna Loa.

  “Damn. I love it when you do that.” Letting go of his cock, she raised her hand to her lips and licked the cum off her fingers. Alan almost came again just from watching her do it.

  She reached over and gave his dick a squeeze. “I should’ve known better than to try to put limits on you. Trust me, I know exactly how you feel. I’ve always had to be the initiator, and half the time it was Not now, Emily! or Not again! Honest to God, I felt like a kid being patted on the head and sent off to bed without any candy—put down, repressed, even belittled for wanting something so trivial and base.” Her touch on the head of his hypersensitive dick made him quiver. “I’ve always wanted to be free to do this anytime I felt like it.”

  So, she did understand him—perhaps better than anyone could, under the circumstances. She’d obviously been there herself, and it wasn’t so much a matter of penises giving out on her, but men who considered her desires to be secondary to their own career, or time, or whatever. No one had ever bothered to invest himself in her completely.

  Alan could do that—could give her his complete and undivided attention. In return, he would have a woman he could fuck anytime he liked because he’d know she wanted it as much as he did. The woman he’d been searching for all his life was right there beside him. All he had to do was figure out how to hang onto her.

  “And I’ll never stop you,” he promised. “You can grab my dick anytime you like.”

  She sighed. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for someone to say that. I just hope you mean it.”

  “I do.”

  With a nod, she returned her gaze to the road ahead. “We’re almost to Bennie’s. Ready for some ice cream?”

  “You bet.” Stretching back, he wiggled his ass again, loving the feel of the cool air on his wet cock as it swayed to and fro.

  She giggled. “How about we get it to go? I’ve got this insane urge to cover your dick with a Jamocha Fudge Indulgence and lick it off…one spoonful at a time.”

  Alan sucked in a breath and held it, biting his lip in an effort to stop his ejaculation. He’d heard it was possible for a man to learn control—to actually delay and prolong his climax—but he’d never been able to do it.

  Failed again.

  Emily, however, remained appreciative. “Bet that stuff tastes great mixed with hot fudge.”

  Although Alan was of the opinion that hot fudge could make anything taste good, he couldn’t help but be pleased. “Keep talking, Em. I’ll do my best to deliver.”

  “I know you will.”

  He pulled up his pants and dug in the pocket for a handkerchief. After wiping the cum off his belly, he checked his watch. “It’s only nine o’clock. I figure I can come at least another five or six times before midnight. Would that be enough?”

  A shuddering sigh escaped her as her head nearly hit the steering wheel. “I think so,” she replied, sounding a bit choked.

  “That was an orgasm, wasn’t it?”

  “Yeah. Something tells me we’d be really good at phone sex.”

  “Or cybersex.” Tucking his dick into his briefs, he zipped up his slacks and buckled his belt. “Email will never be the same again. I might actually have to get smart phone.”

  “Skype might be fun, too.”

  “Skype? What’s that?”

  She arched a brow. “You really are technologically challenged, aren’t you?”

  He rolled his eyes. “So sue m
e. What is it?”

  “It’s sort of an Internet phone call with video.”

  He stared at her. “Really? You mean like on The Jetsons?”

  “The what?”

  “The Jetsons. Didn’t you ever watch cartoons when you were a kid?”

  “Not that one, obviously. I’m surprised you watched them yourself.”

  “Yeah, well, Jane and Judy were hot.” He chuckled. “I started young.”

  She sighed. “Why am I not surprised?”

  “Just gearing up for you.” His flippant remark contained an astonishing amount of truth. All the others had simply been preludes. She was the song.

  Better make that the symphony.

  Chapter 19

  “I’ll have to say, this was one of my better ideas,” Emily remarked. “The ice cream numbs you enough that I might actually get to eat all of it before you explode.”

  Completely naked, Alan lay up against the headboard of her bed with his legs spread wide and his dick standing as straight and tall as the Washington Monument. Emily lounged between his legs, dropping spoonfuls of ice cream on the head of his penis, doing her best to lick it off before it melted.

  “I’m just saving it up for when I get you naked. Then I’m gonna jack off ’til I can’t jack off anymore.” He sucked in a breath as she licked chocolate syrup from the side of his shaft. “You’ll be so covered with cum, your own mother won’t recognize you.”

  “Ha, ha. Promises, promises.” A few more statements like that, and she might forget she needed to abstain. Her panties were already soaked as it was.

  There’s always my ass.

  Clearing her throat, she leaned down, studying his scrotum, trying to ignore the ache in her core. “Maybe I’ll sprinkle some syrup and nuts on your nuts, too. That might be fun.”

  “This is torture. You know that, don’t you?”

  With any other man, Emily would’ve considered tying his hands to the bedposts to increase the sexual tension—which, given Alan’s history, might be an excellent exercise for developing trust.

  But not tonight.

  Although she would tease him mercilessly, this was not the time to deal with those fears. Tonight, she simply wanted him to be glad he’d stayed.

  “You’ll get plenty of chances to shoot your wad when I’m finished eating my sundae. I can’t help it if you’ve already wolfed yours down.”

  His response to that was a low-pitched growl.

  In return, she gave him an innocent smile. “I’m going to finish my ice cream at my leisure. Then I’ll take off my clothes and you can cover me with cum. Not before.”

  “Thought you weren’t setting limits anymore.”

  “This isn’t a limit. This is ramping you up to blow like a freakin’ volcano.” Sliding a hand under his balls, she held them up while she drizzled them with chocolate and pecans. “Mmm…chocolate covered nuts. Can’t beat that with a stick.”

  Sucking in a testicle, she savored it with her tongue, noting how perfectly it fit in her mouth. The scent of Alan and chocolate filled her head, driving her closer to nirvana. She loved the way the skin softened, the way he groaned as she licked him. She released him with a pop. “Man, I love sucking your balls. Wish I could suck them both at the same time.”

  “Too big, huh?” Despite his grin, she could feel the tension building in his body, could hear it in his short, panting breaths.

  “Yeah. Nice, big, succulent nuts. Mmm…” She went after the other one, not caring that it had no creamy chocolate coating whatsoever. It tasted good all by itself.

  “Bet your pussy is really wet,” he said. “Isn’t it?”

  “Mmhmm.”

  “Oh, fuck, that feels good. Hum some more.”

  Emily did her best. However, humming “Dixie” only made her laugh.

  “Okay, bad idea,” he said. “How ’bout I roll you over and fuck your face?”

  “Not yet,” she protested. “I want to make you come first.”

  “Then suck me, Em. Suck my big, fucking dick and lick my balls, and I promise I’ll spew all over you.”

  Emily’s core tightened to the point of pain. “Keep talking,” she gasped.

  “No problem,” he replied. “You look so good with that fucker in your mouth, Em. I can’t wait to stick it in your cunt and feel your creamy pussy from the inside. That’ll have to wait ’til tomorrow, though. Tonight, I’m gonna fuck your ass. I’m gonna jack off in your asshole and then slide in on my own cream.”

  Emily was nearing the combustion point and began sucking his cock in earnest, gliding her lips up and down the shaft, licking the apex, and then going down on him again. As his pre-cum gushed into her mouth, her body imploded, drawing her into a fetal arc, his dick still between her lips, her hand still cupping his nuts.

  Helpless against the rhythmic contractions at her core, she let out a cry around the thickness of his cockhead. Moments later, his hot cum spurted onto her tongue, filling her mouth with creamy delight.

  Breathing like she’d just run a foot race, Emily rolled onto her back. None of the other men in her life would’ve gotten past the ice cream idea, let alone let her take it to completion. They were all such “vanilla sex” guys—that is, when they wanted it at all. Alan was a chocolate flavor explosion…exotic, orgasmic, and totally addicting.

  “Whoa, momma!” she exclaimed. “That was fun.”

  “You ain’t seen nuthin’ yet,” he said. “Can I take your clothes off now?”

  She waved a hand. “Whatever. Not sure I have the strength.”

  “That’s okay. The rest of the evening is all on me, babe. All you have to do is lay there while I—shit,” he said as his cell phone rang—at least, she assumed it was his, seeing as how it played “Addicted to Love.”

  “My, how appropriate,” she drawled.

  “Yeah. Tell me about it. Travis downloaded that one for me when I got my phone.” He hesitated, then shook his head. “Nope. Better answer it. Might be my mother.”

  His mother?

  Obviously, he had one, but for the life of her, Emily couldn’t imagine what sort of woman would’ve given birth to and raised a guy like Alan. If she hadn’t actually spoken to his cousin, she would’ve sworn he was an alien.

  He retrieved his phone from his pants pocket and flipped it open. “Hey, Mom… Ho, ho, ho to you, too.”

  At least she was in the Christmas spirit. Emily nearly choked when she remembered that Alan intended to take her to his family’s celebration on Christmas Eve. She would also be meeting Travis and his family on Christmas Day. The whole idea was a bit unnerving—it seemed way too soon for either of them to be meeting the other’s relatives.

  With her own parents in Jamaica, Alan could meet Emily’s family a little at a time—starting with Janice and Ned, which might be kinda scary, considering their current state of marital discord. At least he already knew Todd.

  Not that her parents would give him any trouble. Her mother was the most understanding, giving person in the world, and her father was one of the more even-tempered. Still, she knew how it felt to be the outsider in a family gathering, and most families were best taken in small doses.

  If Alan’s side of the conversation was any indication, he hadn’t told his mother about her yet.

  Was that good or bad?

  Then she realized her mother didn’t know about Alan.

  That’s because she’s in Jamaica.

  Janice was another story. She’d never had a good word to say about Dane or any of her boyfriends, and though her opinions were perfectly justifiable now, at the time, Emily hadn’t agreed with them. She considered simply showing up with Alan, rather than having to listen to another rant about Ned. Having one more mouth to feed wouldn’t be a problem, and she wouldn’t have to explain Alan to Janice, at least, not until Christmas. He defied description, anyway.

  “Yes, she’s very pretty,” Alan was saying. “And very nice.” He paused, rolling his eyes. “She promised she wouldn’t do that…
You can see for yourself on Wednesday. I think you’ll like her.” He winked at Emily. “She’s…different… Yeah, love you too. Bye.”

  Switching off his phone, he set it on the nightstand. “Mom says hello and that she’s looking forward to meeting you.”

  “Same here.” Emily chuckled. “So, I’m different, huh?”

  “I believe that’s a given.”

  “You lied to me.”

  “What?”

  “You said you’d never loved anyone and no one had ever loved you. Obviously that isn’t true. Your mother loves you.”

  “That isn’t the same kind of love.”

  “I know. Just teasing.”

  “Anyway, she’s fine with you coming over on Christmas Eve. My sister will be there with her family, but she’s pretty easy to get along with. I don’t think there’ll be any problems.”

  Emily glanced at Alan’s dick, which had drooped considerably during the conversation with his mother and was now regaining strength. “Think you can keep that sucker from firing off during dinner?”

  He shot her a look and drew in a breath as though about to disclaim, then seemed to think better of it. “I honestly don’t know. Like I said, you’re different.”

  Alan meant that in the best possible way. No one had ever treated him with the same amount of tolerance mixed with enthusiasm and unabashed sexuality. Emily had truly enjoyed licking him into oblivion.

  She was perfect.

  If not perfect, the closest thing to it imaginable. His mother would like her. He was sure of that. His father would simply be happy he’d finally found someone. Not that he would make a big deal out of it. He’d seen too many failures in the past to get very excited.

  And Alan had come so very close to failing earlier that evening.

  All I have to do is trust her.

  Unfortunately, trust was the toughest thing for him to do with a woman. Sure, he could stand on his head with his dick in her mouth and trust her not to bite him. Trusting her not to rip out his heart and stomp on it was something else altogether.

  When he’d told Emily all the things he would do for her, trusting her wasn’t on the list. That had to change. He had to believe her and not always assume she was lying to him. Making assumptions could get him into a ton of trouble because nine times out of ten, he’d be wrong.