Uninhibited (Unlikely Lovers)

by Brooks, Cheryl

  “Speaking of that monster version, I’m not sure it’s been any less huge since you’ve been hanging out here at my place.”

  He glanced at his groin. “You’re right. This is as big as it ever gets.”

  “Must be the tofu and sprouts. It thinks it’s at home.”

  He burst out laughing. “Maybe it is. Speaking of tofu and sprouts, what do you think of it?”

  “I was prepared to hate it, but I have to admit, it’s delicious.”

  “Love me, love my tofu.”

  “And I do. Maybe we should contribute some of this to Janice’s dinner.”

  “No problem. I’ll make a double batch.”

  She took another bite of the wrap, chewing it slowly. “Todd will be tickled to death to have you there, not to mention the fact that I’d like to have you along to diffuse the situation.”

  “Think it’ll get nasty?”

  “Who knows? Janice thinks Ned’s been cheating on her. Ned’s side of the story is that a hooker was soliciting him, and Mom apparently believes Ned. I’m not sure what to believe.”

  “Sounds like they need to talk.”

  Emily chuckled. “Couldn’t hurt. Actually, I’m leaning toward believing Ned. Janice has been too damn busy looking after everyone else’s business to mind her own. My suggestion was that she should fuck him a little more often. That way he wouldn’t have to resort to hookers—that is, if he really did cheat on her. I haven’t talked to Ned—not that I would. He and I have never been what you’d call buddies. I’ve only heard about it from Janice and Mom.”

  “I think your idea is excellent.”

  “You would. Hey, would you mind throwing some of that chicken salad in a wrap for me?”

  “Sure thing, sweetheart. I said I’d feed you, didn’t I?”

  “Yes, you did. I’m still holding out for the foot massage.”

  “Maybe after we eat.”

  “Would that be before or after your prostate exam?”

  “Hmm…that’s a tough one.” He dropped a dollop of chicken salad on a tortilla and sprinkled it with dried cranberries before rolling it up with expert efficiency. “Maybe before. Listening to your moans and groans will make my dick drool so much, we might not even need lube.”

  Emily was beginning to consider collecting the results of all of Alan’s involuntary ejaculations just so she’d always have lube handy.

  Nah. Wouldn’t keep well.

  Then again, the way things were going, fresh batches would never be in short supply.

  She chuckled again. “We are so fucking perverted.”

  “I was thinking the same thing a while ago. We’re lucky we found each other.”

  “Yeah. I haven’t thanked you yet for dragging me out of my car at Bennie’s that night. I was such a mess.”

  “So was I.” He leaned over and gave her a kiss. “Thank you for not calling the police.”

  “I doubt I’d have had the energy.”

  “Well, then,” he said, handing her the wrap. “Better eat up. You’re gonna need lots of energy tonight.”

  “Don’t worry, I will.” She took a bite of the chicken salad. “This is really good. I like the cranberries in it. Did you make this, too?”

  “Sure did. I make all the salads in the deli. No one’s ever been able to duplicate them, either.”

  “Secret ingredient?”

  “Maybe. Maybe not.”

  “That’s okay, be mysterious if you want. With you around, I’ll never need to make them myself anyway.”

  “Guess that means you’re keeping me, huh?”

  “Yeah. I’m keeping you.” At least until Christmas. She could hardly wait to decorate his dick. The mere thought made her pussy ache.

  Then again, why wait?

  She finished off her wrap and licked her fingers. “I did a little shopping today, and I got you a present, but I’m thinking I shouldn’t wait until Christmas to give it to you. It’s sort of…festive.”

  “Festive is good,” he said. “And I love presents—but you’ll have to wait until Christmas for yours.” He arched a brow. “You aren’t the only one who went shopping today.”

  “No problem.” Especially since she had an idea she would derive as much enjoyment out of her gift as he would, if not more. “Lie down and spread your legs apart. I’ll be right back.”

  “Something tells me I’m really gonna like this.”

  Climbing off the bed, she walked to the door, purposely swinging her hips.

  “Is that it? You’re going to shake your ass at me until I fuck it? No, wait. You got some anal lube, didn’t you? If so, I definitely approve.”

  “Nah.” She shot a wicked grin over her shoulder. “This is something you wear.”

  “You got me clothes?”

  “Not exactly.”

  Actually, she had gotten some anal lube—the extra slippery kind without the local anesthetic.

  Okay, so I’ll give him two presents now. It wasn’t like there weren’t plenty more for him to open on Christmas morning.

  Alan scooted his ass further down in the bed and lay on his back, waiting. Something to wear, she’d said. A thong, perhaps? Not terribly practical under the circumstances. His dick was so hard it would never fit into a thong, not to mention the fact that a thong would get in the way of just about any of the activities he had in mind.

  She reappeared in the doorway. “Close your eyes, and no peeking.”

  “Got ’em shut tight.”

  The mattress sank between his legs as she gathered his cock and balls in her hand. Something cold and metallic pressed against his shaft, then wrapped underneath his nuts. Bells jingled.

  “Not too tight, is it?”

  He shook his head, biting his lip. “I may come in your face, though.”

  “No worries. I love it when you come in my face.” She pressed a kiss on his cockhead. “There you go, Alan. All ready for Santa.”

  Opening his eyes, he raised his head to discover a miniature Christmas tree riding his dick with tiny red bells hanging from each bough. Wiggling his butt made his dick swing back and forth like a metronome, jingling the bells and tickling his balls.

  Two seconds later, his nuts contracted and his dick erupted.

  “Mmm…”

  Wincing, he peered up at her. “Where’d I get you?”

  “Right smack dab on the lips.” She licked off as much of it as her tongue could reach and scooted closer. “Now for your other present.” Popping open the top of a bottle of anal lube, she squeezed a drop of lube onto her fingertip. “Guess what’s coming next?”

  “Probably me,” he groaned. “You’re killing me, Em.”

  “Nah. Just driving you insane with anticipation.”

  “Doing a good job of that. You’re gonna finger my ass again, aren’t you?”

  “Sure am, and this stuff is slick enough to last a very long time.”

  “But I never even rubbed your feet.”

  She waved a dismissive hand. “My feet feel just fine. I’d much rather have another one of those cum baths.”

  She wasn’t kidding about it being slick. That one tiny drop allowed her finger to slide in up to the last knuckle with a single easy push. Arching his back, Alan clutched the sheets.

  “If you decide you really like having your ass fucked, I can get a strap-on and do you with that.”

  He was already about to come when her finger slid over his prostate.

  “Aha! There it is.” Circling the sensitive organ with her fingertip, she bent down and licked the juice oozing from his slit. “Although I prefer touching it myself rather than using a dildo. What are your thoughts?”

  Alan replied with a whimper and an ejaculation that probably hit the ceiling.

  “Yeah, me too.”

  Chapter 23

  Alan only had one problem with the Christmas tree on his dick. The star pointed toward the head. If he fucked Emily while he had the damn thing on, he’d probably do a helluva lot worse than give her a bladde
r infection. God knew he didn’t need to wear it under his jeans to keep himself in the mood, but what she’d just done to him…

  Wow.

  The sound of a camera shutter made him open his eyes. A quick glance revealed Emily with her phone in hand and a wicked smile curving her lips. “A picture like that is sure to keep the spirit of Christmas alive and well the whole year through.”

  His subsequent chuckle was instantly replaced by a sharp inhale as he thought of taking a picture of Emily’s pussy with his phone. Decorated for Christmas, perhaps… “W–what do they call that pussy decorating thing?”

  She thought for a moment. “Vajazzling? Does that sound right? Never tried it myself, but I’ve seen pictures. They do it with rhinestones or feathers.” With a wink, she took another picture of him from a different angle. “Want me to have it done?”

  The mental picture alone had Alan gasping as another climax struck. “Take another picture—quick!” Seconds later, his cum landed on his belly with a splat.

  “Ooh, good one!” Emily said as she admired the photo. “Caught you in mid-spurt.” Giggling, she perched on the edge of the bed. “Who knew being a pervert could be so much fun?”

  “Who knew a naked woman with a camera could be so hot?”

  “Not to mention a guy with a Christmas tree on his dick.” She leaned over and gave his cock a big smooch. “I’ve wanted to do stuff like this with a guy my whole life. Chad would have ripped that cock strap off and thrown it against the— No, scratch that. He wouldn’t have had the chance because I wouldn’t have bought it for him.”

  Alan couldn’t even begin to imagine why a man wouldn’t want his girlfriend playing with his dick, whether it involved Christmasy cock straps or not. “Thank you for buying it for me, Em. That’s probably the best present I’ve ever gotten—right up there with a Red Ryder BB gun.”

  Her peal of laughter warmed the cockles of his heart. “Honest to God, Alan, you’re the most fun boyfriend ever! The others have all been so…stuffy.” Cocking her head, she tapped her chin. “You know, I bet they have do-it-yourself vajazzling kits. You could shave my pussy and decorate it for me.”

  Alan bit back another whimper. “Oh, God… Not sure I could get through that with anything left in my nuts.”

  “I think that’s the general idea,” she said, patting his thigh. “Gotta make sure you’re getting enough. Speaking of which, if you can fire off like that without me even touching you, I’m guessing you’re good for at least two more rounds. Want me to keep going?”

  “Sure. You can play with my dick all night if you’re up to it.” He chuckled as he flopped an arm onto the bed. “As long as I don’t have to move.”

  “Aw, don’t tell me I’ve actually worn you out.”

  Alan never thought he’d ever have to admit to such a thing in his life. “I believe you may have—although I was pretty busy today.”

  The rest of his body might be exhausted, but her close scrutiny of his dick proved she hadn’t succeeded in wearing out that particular part of him. Then again, her breath on his balls might’ve been responsible for its renewed vigor.

  “Nope. Still hard.” She unfastened the cock strap. “Maybe if we take this thing off, you’ll calm down.”

  For once, calm sounded good—as long as it still involved fucking. Turning onto his side, he patted the bed. “C’mere, Em. I know a way we can both lie down and still fuck for hours.”

  “Hours? I thought you were tired.”

  “Not that tired. Besides, this way doesn’t take as much energy as, say, nailing you against a wall.”

  “Sounds good.” Yawning, she stretched out on her back beside him. “I had a pretty exhausting day myself. I hope tomorrow is better or neither of us is going to be much fun at your parents’ Christmas party.”

  “No worries. We mostly eat dinner and open presents. Travis’s family is a little livelier. They always have a Dirty Santa gift exchange.”

  “We tried that once,” she said with a wince. “Didn’t work very well.”

  “Too small of a group?”

  She shook her head. “Too touchy. Ned got pissed when Todd stole the sweater he wanted. He can be such an asshole.”

  “Yeah, you’ve definitely got to go into it with the right attitude.” Reaching down, he pulled her right leg up over his hip, rotating her until she lay horizontally on the bed, her body perpendicular to his. Parting his thighs, he let her left leg slide between them. “See? My dick goes right where it’s supposed to.”

  “Lovely.” Wrapping her legs around his hips, she snuggled closer, driving his cock deeper into her pussy. “Too bad I can’t fall asleep this way.”

  Alan pulled the blanket up over them and rocked into her with a slow, steady rhythm. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get up to pee.” Never having felt so comfortable with anyone, he suspected he might fall asleep himself if he wasn’t careful. “Probably ought to set an alarm.”

  She chuckled softly. “Sweet talker.”

  “You make it easy.”

  He wondered why he couldn’t simply blurt it out.

  I love you, Emily.

  Thinking it was easy. Showing it was even easier. Saying it was…impossible.

  Why not use the words? How hard could it be?

  Then he remembered what she’d said about receiving his “message.” She knew what this meant. Really and truly knew it. Or at least said she did.

  Don’t overanalyze, Alan. Have faith. Believe.

  “Mmm… That feels so nice.” Purring like a contented cat, she prodded him in the butt with her heel. “Don’t stop.”

  How often had he dreamed of hearing a woman say that to him? Too often. Emily, on the other hand, had said those magic words in one form or another several times already. She probably thought it would have the opposite effect on him, but it didn’t.

  “Don’t stop loving me.” That was what he heard whenever she urged him on. Whenever she thanked him for anything he’d done for her, she was acknowledging that same thing. He scarcely dared to hope this was the real deal.

  Truth be told, he was more than a little afraid. He’d never come this far before, and he’d been perilously close to fucking it up a few times. He wasn’t sure why she kept giving him second chances.

  Because she loves me?

  Startled by this realization, he faltered, missing several beats of the rhythm he’d set. She’d already said she loved him a couple of times. If he believed her, this should come as no surprise, but it did. It was…shocking.

  Emily stretched her arms above her head in a languid manner. “Nobody ever did this to me, either. It’s purrrfect. Except I should’ve turned off the light.”

  “If we’d done that, I couldn’t see you. And I love looking at you.”

  She snorted a laugh. “All I can see is the ceiling.”

  “Sorry. I’ll turn it off.”

  “As long as you promise to come right back.”

  “Don’t worry. I will.” Rolling onto his back, he got up and flipped off the overhead light.

  “Much better,” she murmured.

  In another moment, he was back inside her, but for once there was no sense of urgency, no frantic need. Only bliss as his cock slid slowly in and out of his sweet, luscious Emily. He wasn’t even building to a climax. It simply felt good. She felt good. Everything about her was good.

  “Oh, yeah. Rock me, Alan… You know something? You were worth the wait. Seriously… Not jacking around now…” Her voice trailed off and for a moment he thought she’d fallen asleep.

  Then he realized she had.

  She was already taking antibiotics. Maybe just this once it would be okay to let her sleep.

  Just this once…

  * * * *

  The room was still cloaked in darkness when Emily awoke.

  It’s Christmas Eve.

  And not a creature was stirring. Not even Alan. The astonishing thing was that his dick was still reasonably hard and firmly entrenched in her vagina.<
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  What a guy!

  Slipping carefully out of bed, she made a quick trip to the bathroom, slightly chilled by the time she returned. Alan changed that in about ten seconds.

  My God, he’s warm.

  “Sorry I didn’t wake you,” he murmured, draping an arm over her. “I didn’t have the heart.”

  “No worries. That was one of those bucket list goals for me anyway.”

  “What, falling asleep during sex?”

  “No. Waking up with the guy I fell asleep with still in position.”

  “Sweet.” Snuggling closer, he kissed her somewhere on her ear. “What else is on that list?”

  “It’s a secret. I’ll only tell you when they happen.”

  “Hard to be spontaneous about things like that—especially if number five on your list is climbing Mount Everest.”

  “Nothing that exciting.” She hesitated. “Wouldn’t mind sky diving, though. Ever done that?”

  “No. Never really thought about it.”

  “You wouldn’t,” she said with a chuckle. “I doubt it’s possible to have sex while skydiving, but if anyone could, I’d be willing to bet you’re the man.”

  “Not sure I’m that adventurous.” His deep sigh tickled her neck. “So, do you still love me even though I didn’t make you get up last night?”

  “Yeah.” She found his lips for a quick kiss. “I still love you.”

  “Good. I hope you still feel that way after all the family get-togethers. Might be enough to scare you off.”

  “Nah. That’s the nice thing about families. Once you grow up, you don’t have to live with them anymore. At least, most people don’t.”

  “Yeah. We’re pretty normal that way.”

  Emily had to smile. That was about the only normal thing about them.

  Not the only thing.

  Besides, if buying sex toys was abnormal, there wouldn’t be stores and websites devoted to them. She’d probably been more of an anomaly among single women by never having been to that particular store before.

  The alarm on Alan’s watch went off a few moments later. “Time to get up and fix the oatmeal.”