30 Nights

by Christine d'Abo

  “Noted. I promise you’ll enjoy this.”

  I took his hand and started to lead him into the house, when I realized I had no idea where I was going. “Kitchen?”

  “Wasn’t expecting that. Straight down the hall and on the left.”

  It was with a sense of relief that I quickly laid eyes on his microwave. “Wait here, please.”

  I should have practiced my technique for what I was about to do. The bit of reading I’d done gave some guidance, but I didn’t want to go too deeply down that particular rabbit hole on the Internet. Scary, scary things online. I peeled away one section of the banana from the bottom, leaving the stem whole. Then I carefully pulled the banana out and set it on the counter. Ten super-long seconds in the microwave was all it took for my prop to be ready.

  When I turned back around to see Eric, he was wearing the most adorably horrified and confused expression. Bless. “Are you freaking out?”

  He swallowed but didn’t look away from the peel. “A bit.” I took a bite of the banana and collected the peel from the microwave. “Bedroom. And naked.” I spoke between bites. This banana was actually a tasty one.

  Eric shook his head but led the way up a narrow staircase to his bedroom. His room wasn’t huge, but somehow he’d made room for a big bed and two bookcases. Old, dark wood trimmed the place and offset the light blue walls. It was charming and very masculine. “Brown and blue.”

  “Just like I said.” He took off his tie. “I have a request. If that’s allowed.”

  “Maybe.” I licked up the remaining side of the banana before popping it into my mouth.

  Eric licked his lips. “Can you keep the red heels on? They’re sexy.”

  “A foot fetish, Professor Cyborg?” I winked at him. “I think I can accommodate you.”

  He started to unbutton his shirt, slowing down when he realized I was paying particular attention. “Didn’t one of those cards say something about a striptease?”

  “I think so.”

  “Why don’t we tease each other?” His smirk matched my own. “Or don’t you think you can resist my charms, Super Vixen.”

  God, I loved this man.

  “Better hurry. You don’t want your treat to get cold.” I slipped one strap of my dress down so it hung around my biceps. Then I waited for him to remove his shirt before doing the same on the other side.

  “Glenna—”

  “Pants too, Professor.”

  I waited until he pushed them down, leaving him only in his briefs and socks before I undid the side zipper of my dress and let it slip to the floor with a near silent whoosh. I’d chosen to wear red lace panties and bra to match the red of my dress. Another little splurge for this evening. Eric growled softly, confirmation enough that I’d made the right choice.

  “On the bed.” I held the peel between my forefinger and thumb. “It’s getting cold.”

  I’d never seen a grown man move that quickly before in my life. Before I crawled onto the bed, I paused long enough to pull his socks off, tossing them over my shoulder. He shook his head, smiling, but didn’t argue.

  “I have you in my grasp, Professor Cyborg. This is payback for the evil you’d inflicted upon me the other night.”

  “The vibrator?”

  “No. For doubting that I cared for you. That I wouldn’t fight for you.” I bent down and licked a long trail up his thigh. “That I would turn tail and run at the first sign of trouble.”

  His face tightened, but the look in his eyes was pure lust. And maybe a bit of something else. I’d worry about that later.

  I set the peel on the bed beside me and reached up to pull his briefs down. He helped just enough to make it easy for me, and then I forced him back to the bed with a single hand to his chest. “Don’t move.”

  The peel had grown cooler than the blog I’d read suggested it should be. While it might not exactly feel like a pussy, I hoped it would be enough to give him a taste of something kinky and fun. Carefully, I slipped the peel around his straining cock and closed my hand around it. With his shaft cocooned in the peel, I began to slowly pump his cock with slow, smooth strokes.

  “Jesus.” He thumped his head against the mattress. “Glenna—”

  I couldn’t stop from giggling. Thank you, whoever wrote these cards. I wasn’t exactly pushing him into the land of blissful craziness, so I bent my head and began to lick his balls and the insides of his thighs as I continued to stroke. I picked up the speed and cooed as his body began to shudder and twitch beneath me.

  “Too fast.” He reached for me, his fingers gripping my arm. “I don’t want to come.”

  “Oh no. We can’t have that. Your torture will last far longer than a few minutes.”

  I tossed the peel aside and repositioned myself so I could have better reach of his cock. Ignoring him as best I could, I licked a long swipe up his shaft. “Oh, it tastes like banana.”

  “I wonder why.”

  I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, teasing the head with my tongue. It was the oddest flavor—banana and arousal, chased by a bitter aftertaste—but I quickly grew addicted to it. I put every ounce of want into my blow job. I didn’t mind giving them in the past, but with Eric I wanted to take it from a thing to an art form.

  The more I sucked and licked, the louder his moans grew. His fingers were buried deep in my hair, pulling and directing me. His nails grazed my scalp as he cupped the back of my head. “Glenna . . .”

  The popping noise I made when I pulled off him was obscene. “Yes?”

  “My turn to be evil.”

  One moment I was draped over him, and the next I was flat on my back, my head partially off the side. I laughed when he rubbed his face between my breasts, mouthing at the sensitive skin.

  “Curse you, Cyborg.” I hooked my legs around his torso.

  “You’ll never escape me, Vixen.” He kissed across the tops of my breasts. “Never.” He nipped at my nipple through the lace. “Ever.”

  With a skill that I shouldn’t have forgotten he had, my bra was swiftly removed and tossed beside the banana peel. Once he pulled my panties down, he lifted each of my legs and draped them over his shoulders. “I’ve wanted to do this again since our first time together.”

  There wasn’t anything tentative about his mouth on my pussy. He sucked my clit into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. Without warning, he added two fingers and began to pump me hard and fast. I was wet and horny, too wound up from the evening’s teasing. Eric pushed and coaxed with his mouth and hands until my orgasm blasted through me. I grabbed at his head, keeping him in place until the waves of pleasure finally subsided. Only then did I let him pull back, stroking his face when he smiled up at me.

  “Evil man.” I sighed.

  “I’m not through with you yet.”

  It was an absolute treat watching him walk naked across the room and out into the hall. There’s nothing better than seeing the body of a fit man in motion. He was back after a moment of rummaging around, condoms and lube in hand. “I wasn’t expecting this tonight. I’ll have to move these back into the bedroom.”

  Now, for the final part in my plan to seduce the hell out of him. “I hope you have extra lube there.” I carefully got onto my hands and knees and shook my ass at him. “I believe you had a longing to engage in Day Twenty-four?”

  He was on his knees behind me in a flash. But rather than jump to the whole let’s have butt sex part, he kissed my ass cheek before biting it. “You will kill me.”

  “You’ll love it.”

  Pulling at my cheeks, he kneaded the flesh. “Have you done this before?”

  “Once. It was . . . interesting. You?”

  “No. It’s been a fantasy. Grace wasn’t interested. Neither were my other lovers.”

  Okay, I shouldn’t have been as pleased as I was about being the one to do this for him, but I totally was. “I’m happy to help, Professor.”

  “I’m going to take some time and play. Loosen your muscles. I’ve
read that if I don’t do that it can hurt you.”

  His hands shook as he squirted lube across my asshole. The one time I’d done this, I’d been a ball of nerves. My boyfriend had pretty much browbeaten me into trying it and, unlike Eric, he hadn’t taken the time to get me in the right state of being. I was already relaxed from my orgasm, so his index finger slipped easily into me.

  As it had that previous time, it felt weird. But Eric took his time, pumping in and out. After a minute, he added a second finger and started the process over again. What I wasn’t expecting was for him to reach between my legs with his other hand and begin to play with my pussy. The mutual stimulation of both my front and back had me bucking against him in a matter of moments.

  “You’re tight and wet.” He kissed my ass again. “I’m going to add a third finger.”

  With the additional digit in place, he began to flex and fan his fingers. The faint twinge of pain melted away and it took no time for him to move in and out of me easily.

  “Put the condom on and fuck me.” Sweat had broken out across my body. My muscles shook and I knew given enough simulation I would probably come again. If we didn’t move things along quickly, that would happen without him even being inside me.

  Eric withdrew his fingers and I turned my head so I could catch sight of him putting the condom on. He then placed one hand on my lower back as he guided his cock to my ass. I relaxed against the intrusion, adjusting as he moved into me with small, shallow thrusts. It was surprising how quickly he filled me and how little discomfort I felt.

  Clearly my ex was an idiot.

  He gave me a few steady thrusts before he did something unexpected. He picked up the banana peel and tore it open. Then he leaned forward and pressed the slick inner pulp to my clit. “Payback is a bitch.”

  “Fuck.”

  It was the strangest, yet most arousing thing I’d ever experienced in my life. I didn’t know what to do, where to focus my attention. The fullness of my ass sent shivers through me, filling me in a way I’d never experienced before. The moist slide of the peel felt like water, satin; something alien and I loved it. Eric’s thrusts faltered as he tried to fuck me and rub me off. It wasn’t fair to either of us for him to do all the work.

  I reached between my legs and took the peel from him. “Just fuck me.”

  The trade allowed me to grind my cunt against my hand, increasing the pressure tenfold. Eric in turn grabbed my hips, the change in position making his movements more fluid. Our moans mingled as we chased our mutual releases. His body shook and his fingers flexed repeatedly on my hips.

  With my shoes still on, I had to be careful about moving too much and scraping the sides of his legs. I widened the space between my knees, which gave me more room to manipulate the peel against my clit and allowed me to push my ass higher into the air.

  “Shit.” Eric slammed into me as he roared out. My muscles clenched around his cock as it milked every bit of come from him.

  It became hard to breathe, everything was too much. I was desperate to come again, but I couldn’t manage it. Eric fell against my back, his cock still buried deep in me. I continued to frantically work the peel, but wasn’t getting any closer to orgasm.

  Eric reached around me and batted my hand aside. Without the peel, he slid his fingers between my labia to tease my clit. “So wet. Hard.”

  He set a pace far slower than I had. Pressing against the top of my clit, he worked small circles over the sensitive nub as he leaned in and sucked on my ear. “You’re so beautiful. Full of fire. I’ve wanted this from the moment I shook your hand last year. Wanted to strip you bare and make love to you.”

  I closed my eyes and tipped my head back against him.

  “I’d listen for your laugh. I’d sneak glances at your ass. I wanted you and your small-sized package of goodness to climb me like a tree and kiss me.”

  Hearing him vocalize one of my fantasies was the nudge I needed. My head fell forward and my back arched against him as I came. Eric kept rubbing, kissing, teasing my body as pleasure tore through me, melting me from the inside out until I couldn’t hold myself up any longer.

  “Stop. Please.”

  His hand fell away and he finally slipped his softening cock from my ass. I wanted to drop to the mattress, curl into a little ball and go to sleep. When Eric took first one, then the other shoe, I managed to hold still long enough for him to finish.

  “I’ll get us something to clean up with.”

  Before he went, I flung the banana peel at him. “Here.”

  There was a soft splat and I looked in time to see it stick to his chest for a moment before it fell into his hand. My giggles exploded from me and I couldn’t stop, not even when he got back from the bathroom with a warm cloth.

  “Roll over and let me clean you up.” He shook his head as I squirmed beneath him. “You’re crazy.”

  “Too late to get rid of me now, Professor. You’re stuck.”

  “I don’t mind.” He scooped me into his arms, holding me close while he pulled the blankets back.

  I hadn’t suspected that Eric was a cuddler, but he set me down beneath the sheets before wiggling in beside me. “I hope you didn’t have any plans for the night. Because I’m not letting you go.”

  “Nope.” I turned in his arms and pressed my face to his chest. The soft hairs tickled my nose. “I do love you. I know this is probably crazy because we haven’t been doing this long. When my Great Glenna died, she left me a letter. She told me that I needed to find the right man and once I did that I needed to hold on to him.”

  He stroked my hair and wrapped the strands around his fingers. “I think I would have liked her.”

  “I know she would have liked you. She was a cougar even in her nineties.”

  We were quiet for a long time after that. I might have drifted close to sleep because I didn’t quite hear him when he spoke next. “Hmm?”

  He kissed my forehead. “I said, I think I might love you, too.”

  I pulled back, needing to see his eyes so that I’d know for certain I’d heard him right. “You do?”

  “Yeah.” He cupped my cheek. “I thought after all that happened with Grace that I wouldn’t be able to find what I’d had with her again. That it was a one-shot deal and I’d blown it. And in a way what we share isn’t what I had with her. It’s so much more.”

  I pushed him down and kissed him. “Oh good, because I’m not letting you go anywhere. Just so you know where you stand.”

  “That’s fine by me. You’re willing to put up with me. Apparently, I can be self-absorbed when I’m working. And an idiot when Claude and I get together.”

  “Are you kidding? I’m unorganized when I first wake up. I’ve been told that I snore and talk in my sleep. I laugh at dumb stuff and can be argumentative.” I groaned when I realized I’d better come clean about all my quirks. “And I have a confession to make.”

  He cocked an eyebrow. “Oh?”

  “I have this old corkboard that I use sometimes. I kind of took a bunch of index cards and put everything I knew about you on there when I was trying to figure out . . . well, things.”

  “Like Pinterest?”

  “Except with fewer motivational sayings and nudes.” When he started laughing, I knew that everything between us would be fine. It was then that I heard a loud howl at the window. Eric groaned and immediately got out of bed. “Was that the cat?”

  “I have to let her in or else she won’t stop.” A fat orange and white tabby jumped into the room the moment he pulled the screen open. “Glenna, meet Fluffy. Fluffy, Glenna.”

  “Fluffy?”

  “The couple next door claim that was her name when they rescued her. Who am I to argue?”

  Fluffy jumped onto the bed and curled up by my feet. I was either accepted with little concern, or my presence was deemed unimportant. “Well hello, Fluffy.”

  “I can kick her out if you want.”

  “Hell no. I’ve always wanted a cat. Or a dog.”


  Eric smiled and gave the cat a quick scratch behind the ears before coming back to bed. “I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun.”

  I snuggled in beside him. “Me too.”

  Epilogue

  There was a wonderful breeze blowing as we walked through the park. The temperature had risen back up to summer levels, resulting in a large number of families taking advantage of being outside. It was awesome to be amongst them, holding Eric’s hand as we went.

  We’d been officially dating now for a whole week. We’d spent almost every night together, mostly at his place, getting to know each other beyond sex. He’d even shown me the director’s cut with the original ending of Little Shop of Horrors. I had to admit that a rampaging Audrey II and her horde was probably the funniest thing I’d ever watched.

  Today we were on a mission. Well, I was on a mission. I’d dragged Eric along because now that he was officially mine I was taking every opportunity I could to simply be with him. And that meant him coming with me while I looked for a good place to leave some sex cards.

  “I can’t put them here. There are way too many kids.”

  “I told you we should have taken them to campus. No risk of the wrong people finding them there.”

  “My luck, Nell would be the one to find them and I’d end up getting sued.”

  Jasmine was thrilled about my relationship status change. She’d decided to move on herself and had signed up for an online dating service. I loved her to death and I wanted her to be happy. I hoped she found the right woman sooner rather than later.

  There was a crowd of college-aged people running around a far part of the park. I tugged Eric along and we headed in that direction. “What do you think they’re doing?”

  “Looks like Ultimate Frisbee.”

  “That’s perfect.”

  There was a bench close to where the group was playing. I’d never seen Ultimate Frisbee before and it wasn’t the easygoing pitch and catch that I used to play as a kid. No, this was a strange mix of Frisbee, football, and—ouch, that dive—I don’t know what else. We sat down and watched the teams play. It didn’t appear to be a game, more of a practice. There weren’t a lot of spectators, but the ones milling around all appeared to be older.