Uninhibited (Unlikely Lovers)

by Brooks, Cheryl

  What was it she’d said? That she was tired of trying to convince him she wasn’t tired of him? He could see where that would get old. He had to stop saying that, had to stop assuming she was looking for an escape route.

  Except that the whole trust thing was what had gotten him tied to the bed and left to his own devices.

  Trust. Believe. Take a deep, fuckin’ breath…

  “Ready?”

  He blinked. “For what?”

  She rolled her eyes. “You said you were going to jack off five or six times before midnight. Remember?”

  “Oh, yeah. Right.”

  Nodding, she unbuttoned her blouse. “Talking to my mother kinda puts a damper on my libido too.” She glanced up at him. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

  He couldn’t help laughing. “Emily, sweetheart, remember who you’re talking to.”

  “Sorry.” With a wink, she slipped off her skirt. “My mistake.”

  Alan watched as she slowly removed the rest of her clothes—her hose, her panties, her bra… His dick snapped to attention long before his brain did, his eyes drinking in the intoxicating vision that was Emily Carmichael. Her smile, her beckoning hand, every shadow, every curve conspiring to cloud his reason and his purpose, luring him ever closer.

  All thoughts of his original plan dissipated, replaced by the need to hold her and kiss her until she fell asleep in his arms. And after that, all he wanted to do was lie there and watch her while she slept.

  He realized now why he’d gotten so upset when she’d said she loved him—why he’d been so afraid to admit to loving her. In doing so, he gave her a dangerous weapon.

  The key to his heart.

  Something clicked inside him as jumbled pieces fell into place with startling precision.

  “Alan?” Her questioning tone drew him back to the present, as the reality sank in.

  She could hurt me so bad.

  That thought terrified him, but when she smiled at him, he dove into her arms and locked his lips with hers. She tasted like chocolate ice cream and Emily, and his bones turned to pulp. For once in his life, he wasn’t thinking and feeling with his dick. He was kissing her with his heart. Fucking had always felt better than kissing. Now he wasn’t so sure.

  I’m done for.

  The astonishing thing was, he didn’t care. Didn’t care if she broke his heart. At least that way he’d know he had one.

  Someone, he couldn’t recall who, once told him he was nothing but a soulless fucking machine. At the time, he’d been angry, but looking back, he suspected there was more than a grain of truth in what she’d said to him.

  Vivian was the one who’d turned him around—although she probably didn’t realize it. An older woman, she’d told him he was a nice boy, and that he had a lot to offer a girl. He hadn’t believed her, but after that, he knew he couldn’t keep on fucking anything in a skirt the way he had been. Change was the only way out, and he’d done his best.

  And look where those changes had taken him. He was in Emily’s bed, kissing her. And damned if she wasn’t kissing him back.

  Did she still want him to do what they’d talked about? If he didn’t follow through, would she be upset? The very last thing he wanted to do was disappoint her. Not ever, and especially not now that he was coming to grips with what was happening to him.

  I’m falling in love with her. Maybe I already have…

  “So, Em. What do you want right now? More of the same, or something different?”

  She smiled against his lips. “You mean you don’t want to jack off six or seven times before midnight?”

  “Only if you want me to. I’ll do anything you say.”

  “No limits, remember? Although it does seem a little extreme.”

  “How about I jack you off instead?”

  “Hmm.” She was still smiling. “Interesting choice of words.”

  He shrugged. “Maybe. Would you mind?”

  “No, I wouldn’t mind at all.”

  Alan slid down beside her, kissing his way to her breasts, licking her nipples, listening to her quiet moans.

  “Yeah, this is good,” she whispered. “You can cover me with cum another time.”

  “Don’t worry. I will. But not yet. I want to show you something.”

  She didn’t ask what it was, simply nodded as her eyes drifted closed.

  At the moment, Alan couldn’t use his dick to pleasure her or even his tongue, but he could use his hand. Parting her delicate folds, he slipped a finger into the pool of moisture he found waiting there and used it to bathe her clitoris. She arched her back, further exposing her tits, begging for his touch. He teased one taut nipple with his fingertip and the other with his tongue. Slowly, carefully, seductively…

  What was she thinking? Did she fantasize while he played her body like a stringed instrument? Was she imagining what it would be like to have him wanking off, giving her the cream she craved? He hoped so, but he also knew that fantasies were dangerous with people you actually knew. How many times had he imagined…

  No, wait. The fantasy he’d so often had of a woman whimpering with pleasure in his arms was happening right now. This was the fantasy. Nothing could possibly be better than this…

  “Oh, God, Alan,” she gasped. “I—”

  Her body shuddered as she reached her climax—an involuntary response he knew was real beyond a shadow of a doubt. A woman could pretend everything else about an orgasm, but that surge of her clitoris against his fingertip couldn’t be faked. Caressing it gently, he coaxed every last bit of ecstasy from her, the same way she did whenever she sucked his cock. Thus far, she’d never seemed content to simply send him over the brink, but sought to prolong and extend his enjoyment, not wanting it to end…

  Her breathing eased and her body grew slack. For a moment, he thought she’d fallen asleep until she brushed his dick with her knuckles.

  “Mmm…still hard, still dripping.” Her sigh ruffled his hair. “You don’t know what a comfort that is to me. I love your cock almost as much as I love you.”

  Alan wasn’t sure whether her touch or her words were responsible for his quiver of excitement.

  Probably both.

  This time, he didn’t ask her if she meant it.

  He believed it.

  Chapter 20

  Alan couldn’t help smiling as Emily wrapped her fingers around his dick. He might not care if she jacked him off six times before midnight, but she obviously had every intention of carrying her plan to completion.

  And I won’t try to stop her.

  “Damn, I love what you do to my dick. Oh, yeah, babe. Pump it, squeeze it, make me spew cum all over you.”

  She tapped her chin. “Mmm…I think I want it on my tits this time. Then I want you to do my ass like you said you would.”

  “Sure you don’t want to save that for tomorrow night?”

  Her grip on his cock almost made her reply unnecessary. “Hell, no. I want that cum bath you promised me. You can fuck my pussy tomorrow.”

  His nuts sent another fuckwad spurting from his slit. “You’re killing me, babe.”

  “Just making sure you get enough.”

  “You’re doing a fine job. I missed your tits, though. Sorry.”

  “My fault,” she muttered. “Should’ve made you move up a little.” Releasing his cock, she ran her hand over her belly. “Here. Put this on your dick and use it to jack off in my ass.”

  Alan closed his eyes, savoring the moment. Todd was right. He and Emily truly were made for each other. If she kept on talking like that, a bath wasn’t all she’d get—more like a tidal wave.

  She rolled onto her side and backed up, grasping her buttocks to expose her hole. Plugging her anus with his cockhead, he began stroking his dick, doing his best to resist the urge to drive in balls-deep. The only thing holding him back was the fear that he might hurt her.

  Wiggling her butt, she let out a moan. “Damn that feels good. Can’t wait to feel your cr
eam squirt into my ass. Once it does, I want your dick in there right afterward. Oh, yeah. Cock my ass, Alan. You are—” She thrust back against him, a cry erupting from her throat.

  “Did you just come?”

  Her reply was more of a whimper than a word, but it was definitely an affirmative.

  “Looks like we’re both going to get off six times before midnight,” he said as her orgasm triggered his own.

  “Oh, God, Alan! I can actually feel that.” Her sentence ended abruptly as another climax seized her. “Oh, fuck…”

  Alan wasn’t sure whether she’d meant that as an expletive or a directive, but as easily as his dick slid into her cream-filled ass, he suspected she’d taken the initiative and rammed him. Her pussy lips were now kissing his balls, bathing his scrotum with her slick juice. As much as she wanted a cum bath, he wanted a good dousing with her sauce, which was even better when mixed with his own.

  We are so fuckin’ perverted…

  Rocking into her, he gripped her hips and picked up a rhythm that had his balls making sucking sounds against her pussy.

  No, not perverted, just…enthusiastic.

  That sounded better, anyway.

  “I sure hope you can keep that up,” she said. “Forget the cum bath. Just keep fucking my ass ’til you can’t fuck anymore.”

  Since he had plenty of juice left in his nuts, Alan suspected that might necessitate a visit to the emergency room. “How about you tell me when you’ve had enough?”

  “Deal.” She pushed back against him with a groan. “Putain de merde! That feels good.”

  “Speaking French now, are we?”

  “Sounds better in this situation than saying holy shit.”

  “True—but doesn’t putain mean whore?”

  “Yeah. Don’t know why it translates that way, but it does.”

  “Are you fluent?”

  “Nope. Aside from merci and au revoir, that’s the extent of my French.”

  In Alan’s experience, most women didn’t talk much during sex—unless it was to tell him to stop or slow down. The fact that Emily could carry on a conversation while getting her ass fucked was a welcome change. They’d get a lot more talking done that way. “Guess a trip to Paris is out of the question, then.”

  “We’d have to bone up on it before we went.”

  Alan snickered. “As in bone up your ass?”

  She laughed along with him. “Doncha just love ass-fucking humor?”

  “Uh-huh. You like my big boner in your butt, don’t you?”

  “Mmm-hmm.” She blew out a breath. “Feels better the more you do it, too.”

  “I can go longer if I’m doing it doggy style.”

  “Then I guess I’d better get up.” Slipping away from him, she rolled over and rose up on her knees. The sight of her ass and her swollen pussy sent him over the edge again.

  “Enjoying the view from that angle?”

  “Hell, yes,” he gasped as he creamed her butt cheeks. “There’s an added feature to fucking this way. When your tits clap together, it’s like—”

  “Applause?”

  “Yeah.”

  “So you need applause to keep going?”

  “It helps.” Scraping the semen off her bottom, he let it drip onto his dick, then he slid into her again.

  “And I like the way your balls slap against my pussy.”

  By the time she finally told him to stop, she was screaming, and he’d creamed her ass so many times his dick kept slipping out. He left her face down, gripping the sheets while he went and washed his dick. When he returned, he rolled her over and knelt between her thighs, then doused his dick with lube.

  “Okay, Em, here’s the bath I promised you.” With that, he began pumping his fist up and down his shaft. After his first shot hit her in the tits, she used it to tease her nipples. That erotic vision was good for at least two more rounds. His subsequent ejaculations fell lower and lower on her torso until one finally landed on her clit.

  “That’s it, babe,” he exclaimed. “I’m done.”

  Alan could no more have left her and gone home that night than he could’ve sprouted wings and flown to the moon. He didn’t even ask her if he could stay, just collapsed on the bed beside her, snuggled in, and closed his eyes, knowing the alarm on his watch would wake him up in plenty of time to get to work. He wasn’t sure if she’d be ready for sex that early in the morning, and at the moment, he didn’t care.

  Smiling to himself, he realized she was one woman who got off almost as well getting him off—or watching him get off—as she did when he was doing it to her.

  Oh, yeah. Definitely made for each other.

  * * * *

  Since Alan had been the one to call it a night, Emily figured he might be able to skip the early morning stuff and let her sleep in. Unfortunately, all the water she’d drunk to flush out her bladder had her up twice during the night. He never even stirred. When she came back to bed the second time, the moonlight filtering through the blinds had stolen across the room to bathe him in glowing bands of light. She gazed at the dark shadows on his cheeks, the tiny sparkles in his hair, his soft, even breathing. He was every bit as adorable asleep as he was when he was awake.

  They’d turned a corner in their relationship—trusting each other as much as two people could who’d only been together for a few days. Crossing to the window, she peered through the blinds at the full moon hanging in the western sky.

  I’ve been moonstruck.

  She smiled to herself, thinking that in the movie of the same name, the heroine became engaged to one man then met, fell in love, and promised to marry his brother, all within the space of two days.

  That was only a movie—a good one, perhaps, but completely unbelievable when she stopped to consider the enormity of the events that took place in such a short time. Then again, real life experiences were often too preposterous for a reader of fiction to swallow.

  Alan was one of them. Only a few days before, Emily would’ve scoffed at the idea that a man could be so sexually voracious, let alone possess the staying power to go along with it. He was an anomaly—a one in ten billion man who just happened to share his coat with her while waiting in line for ice cream. The odds against them finding one another in the first place were astronomical. Being given this second chance bordered on miraculous.

  And yet, they’d been granted this opportunity as the result of some bizarre cosmic alignment, act of God, or twist of fate that made the impossible possible.

  And I shouldn’t question the luck that brought us together.

  For once in her life, she decided not to look that gift horse in the mouth. No matter what happened next, this was the best time of her life. She would enjoy it while it lasted, which would hopefully turn out to be forever.

  Easing back under the blankets, she felt his warmth flow back toward her and realized how much she’d missed having a man in her bed. Unlike the others, he was more than someone to keep it warm for her. He was someone to hold onto and care for.

  And love.

  She’d never been in love before. She knew that now. No one had ever inspired such passion or such tenderness. Not the way she felt about Alan. Losing him would wound far more than her pride or her heart. His loss would damage her soul.

  No matter what happened, she wasn’t letting go of him. He was hers now. Come hell or high water.

  * * * *

  The alarm on Alan’s watch woke her exactly forty minutes later. She was about to roll over and go back to sleep when she remembered her car was still sitting in the parking lot at Farmer’s Foods.

  “Shit.”

  Alan leaned closer and dropped a kiss on her cheek. “Good morning to you, too, Sunshine.”

  “Not that I’d change anything about the drive home last night, but I’m beginning to wish we’d driven to dinner separately.”

  His brief frown was quickly replaced by a nod of comprehension. “Good thing I didn’t decide to go home last night.”

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bsp; “Yeah. Amazing the stuff you can forget when you’ve got a hot cock in your hand.” She shot him an impish grin. “Or in your mouth or in your ass.”

  “Or between your— Did I fuck your tits last night?”

  She scratched her head. “Can’t remember—no, wait. You ejaculated on them, but you didn’t actually fuck them.”

  “I feel so remiss,” he said without a trace of remorse. “I shall remedy that omission at your earliest convenience.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Which I suppose would be right this very moment?”

  “Nope. Need to piss first. Then I’ll nail your tits.”

  “Sounds painful.”

  “It won’t be. But then, you already knew that.”

  “True.” She sat up, mentally calculating how long it would take to shower, have breakfast, and drive back and forth from the grocery. “Not sure we have time.”

  “My dear Emily, how many times must I remind you who the dude is who’ll be fucking your luscious, scrumptious, stupendous tits?”

  She glanced down at her C-cups. “I’ll give you luscious and scrumptious, but stupendous? Makes them sound like triple E’s on a stripper.”

  “Infinitely better.” Hopping up, he jogged toward the bathroom then grabbed the doorjamb and swung around to face her. “We could save some serious time by doing it in the shower.”

  Waving a hand, she swung her legs over the side of the bed. “Be right there.”

  Just as he’d predicted, her soapy boobs got him off in less than thirty seconds. “See? Nobody will be late for work.”

  Since she’d had a sort of mini-gasm when his semen hit the underside of her chin, she couldn’t complain. “Long as I don’t have to jack you off in the Jeep.”

  “Nope. I’m good for now. But you’d better be ready when I get here tonight. Whoa, momma, are you gonna get nailed.”

  “Good thing generic antibiotics are cheap.”

  Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her until her knees turned to rubber. “Are you taking your cranberry pills?”

  “Yes, I’m taking my cranberry pills,” she grumbled. “And drinking enough water to float a pontoon. I had to get up to pee twice during the night.”