She chuckled as she lay back on the pillows parting her pussy folds for him. “Yeah, well all the guys say that.” She winced at Doug's riveting glare.
"When I'm in your bed,” he growled, “I don't want you thinking about the past. I don't care how many guys or women you've had."
Her laughter bubbled. “Touché, lover, touché.” Undaunted, she extended her arms in invitation. “You're my only lover tonight. Come here and give me a kiss."
He leaned over and brushed his mouth across hers. He palmed a breast and pressed a thumb against a nipple.
She inhaled sharply when he lowered his mouth to suckle her. She laced her fingers behind his neck and clung to him. She arched off the bed, offering more. And he took more. He suckled for what seemed like an eternity. She savored his tongue caressing her breast. It was soothing and relaxing. She raked fingernails down his spine. He didn't drop her breast from his mouth until she pressed his head lower. He snickered and gasped for air, then let her guide him downward until his mouth hovered over her mound.
"Dessert. You wanted dessert. Take your time unwrapping it, and I'm sure it'll provide what you were hoping for. I expect it's already sufficiently puffy."
Doug flicked his tongue at her clit before tracing the edges of her pussy.
Lacy closed her eyes and tried to appreciate how slowly he was feasting.
He chewed on one pussy lip and then on the other. He again teased her clit, which had surfaced to see what all the fuss was about. His tongue traveled along the ridge below her pussy, stopping before it reached her anus.
She was going bonkers and he hadn't even penetrated her. Damn, she'd teased him about the dessert she had prepared to offer—maybe she should've provided eating instructions. She wanted to be devoured, not slowly tortured to death. Enough. She placed her feet flat on the mattress and raised her butt, mashing her pussy against his open mouth. His muffled chuckle made it clear he'd been playing with her, but she got what she wanted when his tongue dipped into her heat. “Ah,” she moaned. “That's where you need to be. Dessert is served."
"Never tasted better,” he mumbled against her flesh.
She held his head firmly in place. His tongue wove from side to side and in and out. She lay back marveling at his skill.
He probed like he'd never get enough. His tongue played tag with her clitoris—tapping it, then diving back into her depths only to return to taunt her rapidly expanding bud.
She couldn't take much more. Her thighs tightened around his head. Her hips moved rhythmically, encouraging his tongue to explore deeper still.
"Christ,” she screamed, grabbing her exploding head. Her butt crashed to the bed and Doug stayed with her, not easing up with his relentless tongue. She gulped in air, suddenly aware he wasn't nearly finished with his dessert.
He cupped her butt cheeks roughly. He wasn't letting her treasure her little orgasm. This was the aggressive Doug again. She wiggled from side to side, not sure if she was trying to get away from him or if she wanted more. Apparently what she wanted didn't matter. He smoothly levered her ass back and forth while fucking her pussy with his tongue. Silently, he maneuvered her, relentlessly demanding more.
Another rush started in her brain and ended in her pussy. He seemed to know exactly how to get what he wanted. She wasn't about to deny him. She clenched the sheet in her fists. “You're fucking me silly,” she half complained. She groaned and let go. Her mouth slackened. She felt like a river gushing over a waterfall.
"That's it, girl. Flow for me.” He covered the source of her flow with his mouth.
She squealed unintelligibly as he swallowed his dessert. She steadied and he lapped at her tender flesh, apparently making certain not to miss a drop. At last, she felt his cheek rest on the rise of her loins. His rapid breathing steadied and he waited patiently for her recovery. Dimly, she was aware she hadn't had many lovers who blended patience and aggressiveness as well as Doug Forsyth.
Oops. She grinned to herself. She wasn't supposed to be thinking about past lovers. Patience. There were times when she had no patience with patience, but this wasn't one of those times. They had all night. She ran her fingers through his scalp, hoping dessert had met his expectations. “You have a remarkable tongue."
"You're so responsive,” he said, dragging his fingers across the inside of her thigh. “Dessert was scrumptious. It surpassed your description. Sorry if I was too rough there toward the end."
"You weren't, believe me. I wouldn't have had that glorious finish if you hadn't been determined to coax more out of me. Do you polish every dessert dish so thoroughly?"
"As you said earlier, waste not."
She gave him a lazy smile. “You want to come in me?"
"What about your dessert? Something about cream horns, I think."
She shook her head. “I don't have enough energy. My dessert will have to wait until morning. If you're staying the night, that is."
"I wouldn't think of running off with your dessert."
She grinned. “You're so thoughtful.” She ran a finger pad across the soft crown of his cock and spoke to it directly. “My pussy didn't get nearly enough of you this morning. Why don't you take over where your Master's tongue left off?” She encircled his penis and squeezed gently. “I don't believe you need a further introduction,” she whispered.
"Do you always talk to cocks?"
She frowned at Doug. “Thought I wasn't supposed to be thinking about other cocks, dildos, strap-ons and such."
"Sorry,” he grunted. “My bad."
"That's okay,” she murmured. “It's cock talk. And I do like to talk to cocks, particularly at the moment to this guy. Now a little less talk and a little more doing would be nice.” She made a point of holding onto his staff until Doug was kneeling between her legs and she'd successfully guided him toward her entrance. “Come to mama, big guy. I've got a real toasty home eager to welcome you back."
Doug locked his eyes on hers and eased forward. He was wider than she'd remembered. Her eyelids narrowed. He grunted something under his breath and pushed some more. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his butt, helping him gain entry.
She sighed when he filled her completely. “Nice,” she muttered.
"Very,” he said, smiling his agreement. He waggled his butt finding just the right fit. “Perfect."
Perfect? Scary! That was enough build up—she was done with slow and easy. She clawed at his back and tapped his rear with her heels. “Fuck me, lover. I'm no porcelain doll. I didn't break under your relentless pounding this morning. I'm sure as hell not going to break now."
He grinned crookedly and pulled halfway out before sliding back in.
Was he teasing, or testing her depth? “Please, Doug. Fuck me!” She dug her fingers into his back. She must've scratched him good—he reared back and slammed into her. “Yes,” she screamed. “Do it. Fuck me hard.” A roar came from his throat. He pulled back and rammed into her again and again. She watched his features distort as he switched into cruise control. Sweat dripped off his jaw onto her belly. She inhaled sharply and grinned.
Clearly there was no patience left for him to draw on—he was beyond holding back, waiting for her, or waiting for himself. This was the Doug from his office. He hurled both of them toward oblivion. She gleefully clung to him, reveling in the ride. His cock expanded. His howls announced his approaching climax and then she sensed him spewing. “That's right, lover. Fill me with your seed."
He settled back on his knees and lifted her butt off the mattress, continuing to pump, emptying into her. He shook his head wildly from side to side before giving her a triumphant smile. “Come for me again, woman."
He didn't wait for a reply before clutching her clit between thumb and forefinger. She crashed around his cock in a matter of seconds. She collapsed into the mattress hugging her breasts, cherishing yet another orgasm.
Slowly her mind cleared. “Holy crap,” she murmured, holding out her arms to him.
He cove
red her, crushing her breasts, but holding the bulk of his weight on his elbows. “Some things are definitely worth waiting for,” he added, “and you are right at the top of that list. Fabulous dessert. Creamy. Not too rich, but filling."
"Hope you're not too stuffed,” she quipped, drifting toward sleep.
"I may never get my fill of you."
Her eyes sprang wide open. His were closed and she could hear soft snoring. She'd get her fill of him. Of that she had no doubt. And when she did, she'd move on, just like she always did.
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CHAPTER THREE
—"You're fun to wake up with,” Doug groaned, watching Lacy's blonde head bobbing up and down as she took his shaft deeper into her throat with each stroke. She slowed enough to wink at him, then resumed her quest for her dessert from the previous evening. If women were always this good with cream horns, he vowed to come back in the next life as a cream horn. None of his fantasies of what she'd be like in bed had done justice to what she could do in the flesh.
He glanced at the full length bedroom mirror. Their reflection was staggering. He stood near the bed and Lacy knelt before him on the floor pulling feverishly on his cock. Would he ever get enough of this uninhibited woman? It was hard to imagine. He was going to come for the second time this morning. He'd actually told her he had no more to give her. She'd said nonsense, men could have multiple orgasms also. They just weren't socialized to expect them. And collecting on her dessert was way past due. The coiling in his loins proved her correct again. His eyes rounded when he felt her finger parting his buttocks. It rimmed his anus and quickly entered. He gasped. It wasn't a foreign experience, but she'd gone there with no warning. She hesitated, then plunged her finger inward. “Good God,” he yelped. He heard her muffled chuckle and she began fucking his ass expertly.
She glided across his prostate gland twice and the explosion started between his ears. He grabbed Lacy's head and began pumping his cock further into her throat. She never flinched, but quickened her finger and throat movements, matching his thrusts. He rose on his toes. Too quickly his surge overtook both of them. He gripped the back of her head tightly. He'd die if she didn't swallow him. There was no need for alarm. Lacy greedily sucked from him whatever life force remained. He floated.
Gingerly, Lacy pulled out of his ass and held onto his buttocks to keep him from falling. She dropped him from her mouth, grinned up at him and licked several drops of come from her lips.
He shook his head trying to keep his vision clear. The last twenty-four hours had been more spectacular than he'd dared hope—what would that mean for the long run?
"It's okay,” she said. “That was powerful for me, too. Best damn dessert I've had.” She slithered up the length of his body and helped him sit on the bed.
Totally drained, he managed to nod and smile. “Better than a cream horn?” he asked, catching his breath.
Lacy giggled. “I may never eat a cream horn again without flashing back to this moment.” She pecked at his lips. “I believe you're sated for a while. I've got to shower and get to a class."
He glanced quickly at the clock by the bed. “Shit!” he exclaimed. “I missed my ten o'clock class.” He struggled to stand.
Lacy laughed at his efforts. “Maybe you should wait a bit until you get your strength back in your legs. You can't undo what is done."
He nodded. “I have to really be sick to miss a class."
She grinned. “You don't look well enough to run a marathon."
"My spirits are high, but,” he admitted, “the body isn't quite up for that."
She eyed his flagging penis. “Yes, I can see that. So would you accept a student's excuse of having mind blowing sex as a legitimate reason for missing class?"
"If the student has the guts to make that claim, I'd be inclined to accept it—at least today."
"Good, I'm glad you can be so flexible. You'd better be on your way. I'm going to take a long recuperative shower.” She smiled smugly and smacked her lips. “You were worth the effort. Quite tasty, actually."
"So when will I see you again?"
She scowled. “I'll be at the U this afternoon."
"That's not what I meant, and you know it."
"Ah.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “I guess it's a good sign that you can still think about fucking even when your cock wants to run and hide.” She frowned. “I don't know the answer to your question. You sure you want a next time?"
"Of course.” Now what was she up to? “Don't you?"
She blew air through pursed lips. “I suppose. I seldom do encores, but we did leave a few things unexplored. Just don't get clingy about it. I don't like lovers clinging.” She stretched her arms high above her head and yawned. “I do feel well fucked, though. I guess that does deserve another go at it. But it'll be a while."
He couldn't suppress a groan.
"You know I'm leaving on a field trip to the Southwest tomorrow."
He nodded. “I totally forgot."
She chuckled. “To look at you, it wouldn't be surprising if you failed to remember your name."
"When will you be back?"
"Sunday."
"Shall we pick up then where we left off?"
She backed away a step. “I'll call you."
Damn woman. He'd hoped her mixed signals would stop once they landed in bed together, but clearly he'd triggered something that pushed her away from him. Whatever.
"Bye. I've got a lot to do.” She blew him a kiss before entering the bathroom.
Doug remained sitting on the bed and shook his head trying to clear his mind. He'd never been this hung over from sex. He stared at the closed bathroom door. Lacy Hogan was intoxicating, and it was beginning to look like she could deliver, if they could just get past whatever kept setting her brakes off. He heard the shower turn on and briefly toyed with the idea of joining her uninvited, but decided this was not the moment. Besides, he was far too depleted. It might require a few days to replenish his reservoir.
He reached for his clothes and dressed as quickly as he could. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and remembered watching the two of them making love. Lacy Hogan had been worth all the hurdles he'd had to leap over to finally get her in bed. She was definitely worth a few more, if that's what was called for. He smiled and let himself out of her bedroom. She might not be aware of it and would likely not approve, but the fight for her had only just begun. And it was a fight he was determined to win. He was definitely into encores—perhaps even into an unfinished symphony.
* * * *
Laughing at Tiffany Mason's joke, Lacy juggled her office key and her class notes. “Come on in,” she said, “I'll get the two books you wanted.” She glanced over at her desk. “Shit!"
"Long stem roses! They're beautiful,” the young co-ed beside her squealed. “You must have a secret admirer."
Lacy groaned. Secret, but not for long if Doug kept this up. She ignored the dozen roses as best she could and perused her library until she found the books Tiffany had requested. “Here they are,” she said, handing the books to Tiffany. “No rush, but don't forget where you got them."
"I won't.” Tiffany smiled innocently. “I wish I had a guy who'd send me roses. How romantic."
Cringing, Lacy ushered Tiffany toward the door. She quickly decided not to burst her student's bubble by asking why she'd assumed the flowers had to come from a guy. Closing the door as soon as Tiffany exited, Lacy leaned against it and squinted at the offensive bouquet. Who the hell did he think he was? Just because they'd fucked didn't mean he could send her flowers—and at her office, for God's sake. She hoped to God he hadn't delivered them himself. The secretaries would tell her if he had.
She walked to her desk and tentatively reached for the note card attached to the bouquet.
She opened it and groaned.
Red, the color of passion—a symbol of much promise. Doug
"Much promise.” Lacy rolled the words over on her tongue.
“Son of a bitch!” she shouted. “Who the hell do you think you are?” She tossed the bouquet in the wastebasket and stormed out of her office. Within minutes she burst into Doug's office without knocking.
He glanced up from the book he'd been reading and rose to greet her.
She rapidly closed the distance between them and shoved him back into his chair. “What the hell do you think you're doing? Last night didn't give you the right to send me flowers."
"But..."
"No, you listen to me, Doug Forsyth.” She tried to lower her voice. “Don't try making more out of last night than it was."
"Making love with you was spectacular."
"Don't call it lovemaking!” she shouted. “We fucked. You fucked me and I fucked you.” She shook and watched his features going stony. “Yes, it was spectacular fucking—I won't deny that. But that's all it was, spectacular fucking. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
He stood and crossed his arms. “You're very attractive when you're pissed."
She staggered backward. Her eyes misted. Why wasn't he getting angry with her? He stood there calmly, looking pleased with himself. “Don't try to change the subject,” she managed to sputter.
"I thought you were the subject,” he countered smoothly.
He took a step toward her and she backed up. If he thought he was going to bend her over his desk and fuck her again he was going to be very disappointed. Why was he grinning? This entire situation was getting out of control.
"So,” he said, grazing her cheek with his fingers. “I'm not supposed to give you flowers."
She shook her head.
"And if I insist,” he arched an eyebrow, “we're done making love? Oh, pardon me,” he mocked. “We're done fucking."
She nodded, not trusting her tongue. This Doug had suddenly become alarming.
He lifted her chin. “You drive a hard bargain.” He stared at her hard. She didn't blink. At last, he nodded. “You win. For the moment. And by the way, yesterday morning was fucking. Last night and this morning was making love. No more flowers, for now."
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