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2 in the PINK

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by Tabatha Kiss


  I nudge her body into the table and she gasps as my erection presses against her hip. She sits down and I force her knees apart with one hand while I unzip myself with the other.

  “I wanted you to open yourself to me,” I say. I kiss her, hard and fast. “Would you have?”

  “Yes,” she sighs, spreading her legs a little wider and pulling me closer.

  I grip her panties, holding back the urge to take her now, as I slide them down to her ankles. She kicks them to the floor and grips my shirt to yank me back to her, immediately kissing me with rough and warm lips.

  “Do it,” she says.

  I take hold of my swollen cock and guide it blindly into her dripping pussy. Phoebe’s jaw drops as I slide my length as far as I’ll go. Her nails dig into my arms and she presses her mouth into my shoulder as she lets out her first moan.

  I take hold of her hips to keep her in place as we fuck. I lose myself completely in her tightness. Somehow, I always forget how sublime she feels on the inside. No woman has ever felt this good and I honestly don’t want to bother trying to find another one who does…

  I pound her harder and the table shakes beneath us. Red wine rolls behind her from a fallen glass but neither of us reacts at all as the glass tumbles to the hardwood floor and shatters. The siren call of her moans blocks out everything else. Nothing else matters.

  “Max,” she says my name and I smile. “I’m—”

  I kiss her hard, silencing her. I already know what she’s going to say but I don’t want her to tell me she’s about to come. I can feel the tight twisting taking over her snatch myself. I sense that gentle pulse of her inner muscles along my shaft. It won’t be long now.

  I maintain my pace but I fuck her as hard as I can.

  Phoebe slips down onto her back, giving me a view of her writhing body. Her breasts bounce from the momentum of my thrust shaking her up and down. They nearly spill out of her top while her nipples play peek-a-boo. I lean over to sink my teeth into the mountainous peaks and she moans so loud, the neighbors will surely complain.

  Her hands snap to mine. She holds onto me with a strong grip as she comes for me. Her back arches off the table and I feel a fresh, wet deluge overwhelm my cock inside of her.

  “Max…” she whimpers, her eyes barely open.

  I raise her hands and pull her up to kiss me. Moans slip from her throat with every breath she exhales. I swear, if I were to die right now, I wouldn’t mind her little voice being the last thing I ever heard.

  “Phoebe…” I whisper.

  Her gray eyes flutter open. “Hmm?”

  “I want you.”

  She laughs. “Well, I think ya got me…”

  “I just wanted you to hear it,” I say, “because I’m still not sure you believe me.”

  “I don’t,” she whispers with a smile on her lips, “but I’m starting to come around.”

  I cup her face and kiss her, focusing hard on committing everything about this moment to memory.

  There’s no way in hell I’m going to forget this one.

  I’m not sure how many lattes it’s going to take for me to act normal in the morning but every single drop will be oh-so-worth it.

  “Don’t fall asleep!”

  I force my eyes open as Phoebe cries out. I look across her loft, catching sight of her head poking out of the bathroom doorway.

  “I’m not…” I lie.

  She steps out wearing nothing but an over-sized shirt. Her hair is brushed and she wiped the lipstick off her cheek. All cleaned up after an evening of fucking and here I am… naked and covered in sweat.

  She nudges my knee as she sits down on the bed. “You told me not to let you stay tonight,” she says, pointing a finger.

  “I did no such thing,” I claim, reaching out to caress her thigh. “I told you I shouldn’t stay tonight.”

  “And I took it upon myself to be the official enforcer of that behavior.” She bends over and grabs my pants off the floor. “You should go. It’s after midnight.”

  I frown. “Exactly how long after midnight?”

  “Forty-five minutes.”

  “Oh, that’s nothing.” I wave a hand. “This time of night, it only takes about fifteen minutes to get from here to Beverly Hills, so—”

  “Max.” She smiles. “Don’t take this the wrong way… but get the fuck off my bed and go home.”

  I feign a gasp as she tosses me my pants. “Is that how it is?”

  “Just making an honest lawyer out of you.” She stands up and wanders around the room to gather the rest of my clothes scattered on the floor.

  I laugh and lie back, stretching my arms over my head. “Okay, okay—”

  My hand brushes along the posts of her headboard and something soft runs through my fingers. I pause to feel the long, thin strap of material that’s instantly familiar to any well-dressed man.

  I look back over my shoulder as I try to pull it free but it’s knotted off on one of the posts.

  A man’s tie.

  With a red and black checkerboard pattern.

  Thad?

  “Honestly, Max…”

  I drop it and turn back around to face her as she returns to the bed.

  “You can stay if you want to, but…” She sets my shirt and shoes down. “I’ll feel like crap if your meeting goes south because you didn’t get a good night’s rest beforehand…”

  I smile. “I suppose that is the polite thing to do…”

  “It really is,” she says.

  “You’re right.” I sit up and throw my feet to the floor. “I’ll go, get a good sleep, and wake up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.”

  “That’s a good boy.”

  Phoebe bends down and kisses the edge of my mouth.

  I pause for a moment, staring deep into her gray eyes. She’s always had the most innocent and trusting eyes. Or so I thought. I’m good at reading people. That’s my job. Innocent. Guilty. I can usually tell but right now…

  I can’t.

  Was Thad here?

  And if so, why didn’t she tell me? Hell, why didn’t he tell me?

  I kiss her back because, strangely, part of me just doesn’t seem to care at all.

  Nineteen

  Phoebe

  Note to self: The next time Max Monahan comes over, put down a tarp to catch the debris that falls when he fucks you on furniture.

  Should be easy enough to remember.

  I scoop the last piece of glass and scan the floor for more as I sop up the wine splatter. Max offered to stay and pick it up himself but I was about ready to jump his bones again. Seemed safer to get him out the door. Also, he cooked. I clean.

  I stack the plates in the sink next to the utensils and cooking supplies. I should wash this up now but…

  I shrug and walk away. I’ll get to it tomorrow when I am of more stable and sound mind.

  Tonight was incredible.

  I strip off my shirt and head into the bathroom. Maybe a little cold shower will do me some good. My skin tingles all over. I can still smell him. Taste him.

  So fucking incredible.

  I rinse off our sweat, closing my eyes and replaying the entire night from the very beginning. He arrived with a bottle of wine and raw meat. Broccoli and potatoes. I got tipsy while he showed off in my kitchen, making me laugh the whole time. Dinner was delicious. Dessert… even better.

  My sex throbs just thinking about him. I might have to rub one out if I expect to get any sleep tonight.

  Will he need to as well?

  I smile as I step out of the shower and slip into my robe.

  A knock echoes through my loft.

  I freeze, bent over with my wet hair dangling in a towel. My lips curl. Did he come back? I press the towel into my scalp and scrub furiously to get most of the moisture out. A few quick strokes with my comb and I look halfway presentable. I think. I hope. At least I’m clean.

  Another knock and I rush toward the door.

  “Coming…” I say, sliding th
e chain free.

  I open the door and my breath catches.

  Thad stands there, leaning casually along the outer frame with a wide smirk and a soft wink in his eye. “Good evening, milady,” he says.

  “Thad…” I swallow. “What are you doing here? It’s almost two in the morning.”

  “Nothing.” He gazes down my robe. “Just knocking boots against your door.”

  I look at his shoes. “Those are loafers.”

  “Knocking loafers doesn’t sound nearly as dirty.”

  “You might be right,” I say, chuckling.

  He stands up tall. “Actually, I just flew in on a very long and very boring late-night flight.”

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “And as my Uber drove by your place outside… I couldn’t help but notice that your light was still on.”

  I raise a brow. “And how many other women’s apartments did you have your Uber drive by before you got to mine?”

  His jaw drops. “Zero.”

  “Really?”

  “Really.” He bites his lip. “Okay, he didn’t just drive by. I came here on purpose to surprise you and to see if you were up for a gentleman caller.”

  I fake a shiver. “And what exactly does a gentleman caller do at two in the morning?”

  “That depends.” He looks down my robe again. “When do you have to be at work in the morning?”

  “Nine,” I answer. “But I could probably swing ten-ish.”

  “In that case, may I come in,… milady?”

  I don’t have to fake the shiver this time. His smile travels down my back, radiating all the way out to my knees and elbows.

  I step back to let him in.

  Thad moves forward and lingers over me with one foot inside. His eyes slowly land on my lips and he kicks his heel back to close the door as he leans down to kiss me.

  My nerves twitch. It’s a firm, slow kiss. Different from Max’s warm and tender ones but just as amazing. I part my lips and he slides his tongue between them to caress mine.

  “Why are you up to so late?” he whispers.

  “Oh, just…” I think fast. “Reading a smutty romance novel.”

  He chuckles with both hands cupping my face. “Any good?”

  “It’s...” I tremble as I feel his erection on my hip, “not bad.”

  “Anything fun you’d like to... act out?”

  He pins me to the door and nibbles hard at my neck. All of my senses explode and I can’t help but put my hands all over him. I tug his shirt free from his belt, more than a little determined to feel the abs hidden beneath it.

  “There might be a scene or two...” I exhale hard as his hand slides into my robe.

  “I’m listening...” he says, his lips never leaving my skin.

  My mouth sags as I heave breath after breath. He reaches around me to cup my naked ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

  Oh, god. What am I doing?

  I spent most of the night with his best friend. Am I really going to fuck them both in one night? I’m still so turned on from what happened with Max, I might just let it happen. I should stop this. I should say something. I should...

  Thad pulls the string on my robe, forcing it open as he drops to his knees.

  I should just stay quiet.

  “You’re so wet...” he says.

  “I just took a shower.”

  He peeks up at me and smiles.

  “Oh,” I stutter. “You mean… yeah. That.”

  His lips caress my thighs, shutting me up. “Must be a good book.”

  “It has its moments.”

  I squeak and my voice fades off into delicious moans at he starts lapping away at me. He forces my left leg up and he rests my knee over his shoulder to bury his face even deeper into me. His tongue slithers between them, attacking my clit and my knees threaten to buckle beneath me.

  He groans, vibrating me. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this pussy all weekend.”

  I moan, gripping his hair with one hand as he sucks harder at me. I quiver and shake, feeling pleasure building between us. I bite my lip. Hard. I could wake my fucking neighbors if I scream this late…

  Thad’s hand crawls up my leg, tickling me as it inches toward my slit. I see his thick, anxious fingers just begging to burrow their way inside of me and I stiffen, knowing there’s no way I’ll be able to silence myself when they finally find their way inside.

  “Thad...” I whisper.

  He detaches his mouth from my core and looks up at me with amused, devious eyes. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks.

  “Oh, no.” I let out a laugh. “No. Definitely no, I just...”

  He stands up slowly. “You just... what?”

  I lose my breath, overwhelmed by the look in his eyes. “I...”

  He cuts me off with a kiss, firm and harder than before. I taste myself on his tongue, that sweetness he just can’t get enough of.

  “You just want me to eat that ass, too?”

  I flinch, completely and utterly floored by the request. “Well, I mean...” My cheeks burn. “Yeah, sure, if that’s what you’re into...”

  Thad pulls me off the door and guides me toward the bed so quickly, it makes me dizzy. “Oh, Phoebe...” He crushes his lips on mine. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  We stumble, gently smacking the furniture on the way to my bed. He pulls the robe down my shoulders. It drops to the floor, leaving me completely naked in his arms. His fingers clench my damp hair, holding me in place as his tongue roams my mouth. I try to focus and undo the buttons of his shirt but my quivering fingers make it difficult.

  We tumble onto the bed and Thad keeps his hands on me, moving me where he wants until I’m on my hands and knees with my bare ass in the air.

  “I love this,” he says behind me. He lays both palms against my ass cheeks and squeezes. “Nice, round, and—”

  “Ouch!” I wince as his teeth nip at the fleshiest part of my rear.

  I spin around to look at him as he smiles.

  “Tender.”

  He kisses it better, letting his tongue linger on my skin for a long, pleasureful second. He teases it toward my asshole. My nerve endings dance for him. His tongue connects and I crumble beneath the new, taboo pleasure rocking my spinal cord.

  “Oh, god…” I moan.

  He laughs and presses a little harder with the tip of his tongue. I grab the nearest pillow, digging my nails into it as I bite my lip.

  Thad gives me a firm, playful slap on the rear. I buck upward, blitzed by the sudden shock as it blends with pleasure.

  He sits up and leans into me. I feel his cock pushing through his pants as he settles behind me. “I want to fuck you so badly right now,” he says, reaching for his belt. “Do you want me to?”

  I tremble with the sound of his zipper. “Yes,” I sigh.

  “What?”

  His palm connects with me again and I laugh.

  “Yes,” I repeat at normal volume.

  Thad leans over me, coming in close to whisper in my ear. “Yes… what?” he asks through a wide smile.

  I pause as his hand takes hold of my hair and he slowly wraps it around his fingers. “Yes, sir,” I say.

  “Good.” He kisses my cheek as he releases me. “Thought I’d have to bump you to a five for that…”

  I twist over onto my side. “A five, huh?”

  He nods. “Yep.”

  “And what’s in a five that’s not in a four?”

  His tongue gently glides over his lips as he thinks. “Well…” He flicks the remaining buttons on his shirt. “Everything is just a little bit… harder.”

  “Everything?”

  He drops the shirt over the side of the bed. “Kisses, bites, and tugs.”

  “Oh, my,” I joke.

  He laughs. “And… things start to get more experimental.”

  I blink. “Like what?”

  “Like…” He pauses. “Never mind.”

  “What?”

  �
��No, just forget it.”

  I push up on my elbow. “No, what? Tell me.”

  “If I tell you, you won’t want it,” he says. “You’ll tense up. Second guess. Over-think.”

  My sex throbs. “Then, just do it.”

  His brow rises. “Are you sure?”

  “No,” I say, smiling. “But I trust you.”

  Thad gazes down at me, his eyes soft and warm. “You really do, don’t you?”

  “I do.” I grow nervous as he smiles. “Is there a reason I shouldn’t?

  “No,” he answers. “Just feels good.”

  He leans down and I lie back as he balances above me on both arms. His kiss is soft and slow, almost like he wants it to last all night. I know I do.

  I let my hands wander his toned body from his arms to his waist. I push his pants down over his ass, giving his cheeks a light squeeze before reaching for his cock.

  He chuckles against my lips. “Did you miss me?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I answer, giving him a firm stroke. “I missed you…”

  He shifts to one side and kisses me. His hand travels down my neck, over my breasts and belly. I bite my tongue, trying not to giggle with his slow-crawling touch. He reaches my thighs and puts his hand between them. I open for him, curbing my laugh, and my chuckles break up into sweet sounds of anticipation.

  He rests one finger along my slit and feels my wetness, staring at me with a sly eye for a long, agonizing second, before sliding inside. I gasp at his strong touch digging deep into me and clench tighter around his knuckles so I can feel every inch of him owning me.

  “So wet…” he whispers in my ear.

  I open my mouth to speak but I fall silent as he rests his other hand on my throat.

  “Shhh,” he says. “Trust me.”

  I relax with closed eyes, relishing in the mix of sensations. His finger inside of me. His hand around my neck. His kiss on my skin.

  Thad tightens his grip on my neck, just barely squeezing, and a shiver fires down my spine. I moan, practically twisting with pleasure as he chuckles in my ear. His finger slides out slowly as he crushes our lips. He pulls me in, pressing his warm body against mine, lulling me even deeper under his embrace. His hand shifts down and I feel his finger, slick and wet, push into my asshole.

 

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