by Amy Brent
Cole unbuttoned my slacks and hooked his thumbs in the sides, then pushed my slacks and panties down my legs at the same time. He glanced at my shaved cunt and smiled. “I love that,” he said as his thumbs pulled back the skin above my clit, making me jump. “I remember this being covered in blonde curls.”
“I can grow it back,” I said playfully. My voice was husky, breathless. When he pressed his thumbs against the sides of my clit and moved them around, I could feel myself about to cum. When he slid his fingers down through my folds, lubricating them with my hot juices, then slid two fingers inside me, I didn’t bother holding back. I clutched his head between my tits and let the orgasm come.
“Fuck… Cole… I’m cumming….”
“Cum my darling,” he said, his teeth on my nipple, his fingers jackhammering into my cunt. His free hand went around me and clutched my ass cheeks to lift me to my toes. “Soak my hand with your hot pussy juices.”
I smiled at the dirty talk. The only dirty talk I’d ever participated in was when Randy and I would pass each other in the hallway and I’d tell him to go fuck himself. The teenage me would have been embarrassed by the talk. And the teenage Cole never said a word when we were doing it. I’d never been with a dirty talker before. I found it totally fucking hot.
“Oh… my god… yessss…” I came in a great wave that coated his entire hand with my juices. When the orgasm finally ceased, I opened my eyes to see him licking his fingers.
“You taste… lovely,” he said with a sly grin. “Now, it’s my turn.”
He directed me to sit on the bed and he stood in front of me. My heart was still racing as my trembling fingers started unbuttoning his shirt. He tore open the bottom two buttons and tugged the shirt off his arms and tossed it aside. My mouth practically dropped when I looked at his muscular body. Cole was no longer a skinny kid with no chest hair or muscle tone. His body looked like it had been freakin’ Photoshopped. His shoulders and chest were thick with heavy muscle. Veins roped his biceps and forearms. His rippling abs moved slowly in and out as he breathed. His chest was covered with black curls that encircled his dark nipples.
“Wow,” I said, my hands going over his chest. His nipples were like hard pebbles under my fingers. I smiled up at him. “You really filled out.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he said, putting his hands on this sides like he was Superman. He nodded at the huge bulge protruding from the front of his pants. “Keep going.”
My fingers fumbled with the belt buckle and zipper for a moment, trembling in anticipation as my palms brushed the head of his cock. I pushed the pants down his leg and smiled at his cock pushing against the black satin briefs he wore. I hooked my fingers in the front of the waistband and pulled his underwear out and down to free his long cock. When I saw his cock spring up, I literally felt myself starting to cum again.
“Oh, my,” I said, licking my lips. “You’ve filled out all over.”
When we were kids, Cole’s cock was long and thick, but time and age seemed to have filled it out even more. His cock was at least ten inches long and as round as the mouth of a shot glass. The shaft was arrow straight and veiny. His cock head was the size of a small plum, dark purple, ready to pop. His pubes were thick and black, like the hair on his head.
I wrapped my fingers around his cock and started slowly milking him back and forth. “Tell me what you want me to do,” I said, glancing up with a coy smile. “Tell me what you want me to do with your big, thick cock.”
He put his hands on my shoulders and breathed through his open lips as he gazed down at me. “I want you to suck my big cock,” he growled. “I want you to lick the juices from the slit and pump it hard with your hand while you suck on the head.”
“You want me to play with your balls while I suck your big cock?” I asked. I leaned forward and rubbed the tip of his cock against my nipples, leaving little juice trails along the way. I slid my other hand under him to massage his balls and gently rub his taint. “What else do you want me to do to you?”
“I want you to take my cock down your throat,” he said, spreading his legs so my finger could rub little circles around his asshole. He put his hands on my head and pulled me toward him. “Suck my cock, Lucy. Suck it now.”
I held his cock steady and pressed my wet lips to the tip. I squeezed the shaft from the base to the head. Tiny drops of juice oozed from the slit. I licked them away like melting ice cream on a hot summer’s day. I spread my lips just enough to let the bulbous head slide into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the underside of the head in the spot where the nerves all came together. Cole moaned and pulled me closer. I suctioned my lips around the shaft and let an inch slide in. I sucked as I pulled my lips back, then slid two inches inside my mouth. I pulled back again, then slid in three, then four. When the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, a full six inches inside my mouth, I slid my lips back over his shaft, then drove him in again.
“Fucking hell, that feels amazing,” Cole sighed. I worked my finger into his tight asshole as I sucked his cock. He squirmed at the pain, but didn’t ask me to stop. I took my lips from his wet cock and started pumping him with my hand while my finger slid and out of his ass. I watched him enjoy the ride. His eyes were closed. Every muscle in his beautiful body was tense. His mouth was hanging open. He was panting like a dog.
“I want you to fuck me, Cole,” I said, my hands slowing the pace so he wouldn’t shoot his load before I had him inside me. He opened his eyes and smiled.
“Tell me what you want,” he said. “Talk dirty to me, Lucy.”
“I want your big cock inside my tight pussy,” I said. I had no idea where this nasty talk was coming from but damned if it wasn’t a turn on. “I want you to hammer my pussy until I scream. I want you to squeeze my nipples and squeeze my ass. I want you to do everything you’ve ever dreamed of doing to me.”
He smiled. “That may take a while.”
I let go of his cock and pushed back on the bed with my legs spread wide. “Then you’d better get to it.”
Chapter 13: Cole
Holy fucking shit. I’ve had some great blowjobs in my day, but the way Lucy was sucking my cock and reaming my ass was just about to put me over the motherfucking moon. I could hold back my orgasm until I was ready to pop, but I knew that a couple more minutes of that action was going to make it impossible to hold back. And the dirty talk! I fucking loved that fucking shit. Some women are put off by it. Fuck, Lucy was giving back as good as she was getting.
She pushed herself back onto the bed and spread her legs to give me a perfect view of her bare pussy. The lips were perfect and pink, glistening with her juices. She used two fingers to pull back the skin from her clit to show me the little man in the boat. I wanted to fuck the shit out of her, but I couldn’t resist having a little taste of her pussy first.
I got to my knees and slid my hands under her ass and cupped her cheeks and lifted her off the bed. I was gonna eat her like a fucking ear of corn! I flicked my tongue over her clit and she jerked and moaned. “Mmmm, you taste wonderful,” I said as my tongue slid between her folds, tasting her hot, tangy juices for the first time in years. She tasted as sweet and salty as I remembered. She slid her fingers down to spread her pussy lips for me. I flattened my tongue and lapped her up, licking from her asshole to her clit and back again, like a hungry kitten lapping up milk. I stiffened my tongue like a little cock and slid it deep inside her, then bobbed my head back and forth to fuck her with it. She bucked her ass against my face, covering my cheeks and chin with her hot juices.
“Fuck me…” she moaned, her fingers in my hair. “Calvin… Cole… I want your big cock inside me… now…”
I wiped my mouth on my shoulder and climbed between her legs. She reached between us and took my cock in her hand and guided me toward her pulsating pussy.
“Fuck… you feel amazing…” she moaned as the head of my cock slid inside her tight hole. Her legs went around my waist and she pressed her
heels to my ass to prod me on. “Fuck me… fuck me with your big cock…”
I smiled and did as I was told. I braced my arms on the bed and slowly let my cock slide inside her until I felt the head press against the back of her cunt. I pulled all the way out and slid all the way in again. With each thrust, the tempo grew faster, until I was ramming into her so hard the entire bed shook. She dug her fingernails into my arms and moaned my name.
I watched her face as the orgasm drew near. She was beautiful, even more beautiful than the day I met her in math class all those years ago. Even more beautiful than the night she climbed on top of my cock for the first time in the back of my dad’s car. She was fully a woman now, with large breasts and a tight, shaved pussy and lips that took me back in time.
“Oh… fuck… I’m cumming…” she said, rocking her hips up to meet my cock as it rammed deep inside her. “Cum with me… Cole… Cum… Fill my pussy with your hot load…”
I let go of the breath that I’d been holding and let myself cum. I could feel my balls tightening as the cum erupted from my cock like a volcano. “Fuck… yes… god… your pussy is so fucking tight… I’m cumming, Lucy… oh… fuck yes… I’m cumming…”
Our bodies jerked and spasmed together as we came at the exact same time. I could feel her hot juices gushing out over me, drenching the part of my shaft that wouldn’t fit inside her and my balls and my pubes. I stiffened as I shot my load deep inside her, filling her with my hot milky cum. A few more thrusts and she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down on the bed beside her. We were both covered in sweat and panting like we’d just run a marathon and fucked at the finish line.
“Holy shit, that was amazing,” she said, putting a hand over her left breast. “My heart is about to pound right out of my chest.”
“It was a little like going back in time,” I said, turning my head so I could see her face.
“It was better,” she said, smiling back at me. “Because this time we knew what the heck we were doing.”
* * *
Lucy sat across the breakfast table wearing nothing but one of my white dress shirts and a smile. What was it that was so fucking sexy about a woman wearing a man’s dress shirt? Whatever it was it made me want to rip the shirt off her and take her right there on the table. Or maybe I’d just pick up the bottle of maple syrup and pour it over her big tits and lick it off. I glanced at my watch. I had a consult in thirty minutes. Breakfast sex would have to wait. I picked up my coffee cup and watched her finish off the entire stack of pancakes I’d made for both of our breakfasts.
“How many pancake eating contests have you won over the last twenty years?” I asked, arching my eyebrows in wonder.
“Every single one I entered, smart ass,” she said, dropping her fork onto her empty plate and licking the syrup from her lips. “When did you learn to cook?”
“I don’t think making pancakes technically qualifies as cooking,” I said. “Anything you can make from a recipe on the side of a box of powder isn’t really cooking.”
“Call it what you will, that was freakin’ delicious,” she said with a contented smile. “I can’t believe I’m here with you like this. It’s a little weird, huh.”
“Just a little,” I said, smiling back. “I’m glad you’re here, though. In fact, I would really like for you to be here a lot more. We have a lot of catching up to do, in more ways than one.”
“I don’t want to cramp your style, Dr. Walker,” she said, holding out her hands. “I mean, you have been voted one of New York’s Most Eligible Bachelors five years in a row. I don’t want the press to get the wrong impression here.”
I rolled my eyes and snorted at her. “You really have to stay off Google,” I said. “I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m just saying that I’d love to see more of you. You make me happy, Lucy. It’s a nice feeling.”
“Have you not been happy, Calvin?” she asked, a look of concern washing over her face. “I mean, Cole?”
“Oh, I’ve been happy,” I said with a halfhearted shrug. “It’s just nice having an old friend back in my life.”
“An old friend?” She gave me a pouty look. “Is that what I am to you? An old friend? Like an old frat buddy?”
“More of an old flame then,” I said, the smile melting into a sigh. “One that I would very much like to kindle to see what ignites.”
“I think that can be arranged,” she said. She pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. “Can I ask you a serious question?”
“You can ask me anything,” I said. I drained the coffee cup and got up to put it and the breakfast dishes in the sink. I turned to lean back against the counter with my arms folded over my chest. “Shoot.”
“Are you thinking about leaving WNN?”
“Is that something we should be discussing?” I asked, a little put off by the question.
She rested her chin on her knees to gaze up at me. “Is there a reason why we shouldn’t discuss it?”
“No, not unless last night was just a ploy by the network to get me to renew the current contract on their terms. Please tell me you weren’t sent here by Ed Quigley to ply me with sexual favors.”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course not. Unless you think that would work.”
I chuckled and shook my head. “My career is in the hands of my agent and manager now, Lucy. I’ll do whatever they think is best for the long term. Right now, that would be to renew with WNN under more favorable terms, however...”
“However, there’s the syndication deal with Kingston Television,” she said.
“You know about that?”
“Everybody knows about that,” she said, swatting a hand at me. “Ed said you want an opt-out clause in case the syndication deal happened down the road. Do you think that’s going to happen, Cole? Are you going to be the next Dr. Oz?”
I narrowed my eyes at her and took a deep breath. I wasn’t used to anyone questioning my reasoning or prying into my business, but this was Lucy, the girl I had once loved madly and could easily do so again. I looked at my watch and pushed away from the counter.
“I really have to go, Lucy,” I said. “We can talk about this another time.”
“Just make me a promise,” she said, getting up from the table and wrapping her arms around my neck. The shirt rose off her ass and I couldn’t resist helping myself to a handful or two. “If you do decide to leave, just give me a little notice. I mean, I’m the executive producer now, it’s technically my show, and it would be nice to avoid a major catastrophe my first week on the job.” She rubbed her nose to my chin. “Besides, you know I hate surprises as much as you do.”
“I don’t know about that,” I said, kissing the tip of her nose. “This surprise seems to be working out nicely.”
Chapter 14: Lucy
The next two weeks were a blur of activity, both at work and at home, where most nights found me wrapped in Cole’s strong arms. The sex was constant, hot, intense, primal, like two wild animals that couldn’t wait to tear into each other’s bodies the moment they were alone. I woke up some mornings so tired and sore I could barely walk, but by bedtime, I was right back in the game and ready for more. Some nights we spent hours exploring each other’s bodies like sexual forensic detectives. Other nights, our lovemaking was soft and tender and deeply passionate and over quickly because we no longer had anything to prove. Regardless of the ferocity of the sex, when it was over, Cole would lift his muscled arm and I would snuggle into his side with my head resting on his chest and fall fast asleep. We reconnected and caught up quickly. Even though our lives could not have been more different, it really was like we had never been apart.
Work was never slow or easy. To the contrary, producing a one-hour live network newscast was like juggling a dozen running chainsaws in the air while tap dancing on hot coals and whistling Dixie out of your ass. It was fast-paced, frenetic, chaotic, and absolutely wonderful. A total adrenaline rush night after night. After two weeks on the job, eve
n Bryant gave me an occasional smile at the end of the newscast. I considered that a big step in getting the famously cranky anchor on my side.
It was weird when Cole came on set every Friday to do his two-minute segment. We didn’t try to hide the fact that we were sleeping together, but we didn’t advertise it either. Just to make sure there was no conflict of interest, and to keep the rumor mill running at a minimum when Cole came onset, I stayed in the control booth and resisted the urge to whisper filthy things in his earpiece. Cole would slide into the chair beside Stephanie at the news desk while an assistant clipped on his wireless microphone. He would make small talk with Stephanie and Bryant before the cameras came on. It was apparent how enamored they both were of him. Even Bryant couldn’t seem to stop smiling at him. And who wouldn’t be in awe of Dr. Cole Walker? He looked like a Greek god sitting next to an aging Ken and bouncing Barbie. Stephanie giggled like a horny teenager at his every word and constantly put her hand on his. Cole would casually pull his hand away and smile at the camera, knowing that I was watching.
I was sure the only person who knew I was seeing Cole was Ed, and even he hadn’t mentioned anything about it until the Friday afternoon that he came into my office with a grim look on his face an hour before show time. He closed the door and slumped in the chair across from my desk.
“What’s wrong, Ed?” I asked, alarmed by the deep frown cutting across his forehead. Ed’s usual expression was a frown, but this was different. “Did somebody die?”
“Yes, our Friday ratings,” he said with a heavy sigh. “I just got off the phone with the guys upstairs. Dr. Cole Walker is not renewing his contract because he got an offer to do a syndicated show for Kingston Television. He will not be here today for his usual Friday spot or in the future, so we’ll need to fill the time with something else until we can line up a replacement talking head. His time at WNN is through.”
I blinked at him because I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Cole and I had not discussed his contract negotiations with WNN since the morning after we reconnected two weeks ago, and he hadn’t mentioned a word about the syndication deal coming to fruition. Surely, he would have shared such monumental news with me. I mean, we weren’t officially a couple or anything, but Jesus, when you spend most nights with a guy’s cock inside you, you expect a little consideration.
