by Nikki Sloane
She straightened uncomfortably in her seat, which told me everything I needed to know. She was visualizing it right this second, me pulling her from her chair, getting her pants down, and bending her over until her tits were pressed against the wrought iron.
I loaded it with seduction. “You want me to?”
She tangled her fingers together in her lap, pinching her knees together. “It doesn’t matter what I want, because you can’t do that.”
Was she kidding? “Yeah, I fucking can.”
“No.” She sighed. “I mean, we can’t.”
I flexed the muscles in my jaw with annoyance. “Why not?”
“Because if I slept with you, I might lose my job.”
I . . . hadn’t thought about that, but there was an easy solution. “We don’t have to tell anyone,” I offered. “I’ve already proven I can keep a secret.”
Hadn’t I? I wasn’t talking about hiding what we’d done in the pool house from my mom or my performances at Blanche’s either. I meant the years I’d gone secretly wanting her. Waiting to strike when the time was right.
Wasn’t it now?
She sucked in a heavy breath and stared at me like she wanted to give in.
Just say yes, Erika.
“You’re asking me,” I said, “to take a chance on this audition. I think it’s only fair you take a chance on me.”
She gazed at me like she was standing on the edge of a cliff. “That’s it? Your final offer?”
“Yeah.” I was confident she was going to agree to it. How could she not?
The breeze stopped blowing, and the moment hung for an eternity. Much longer than I expected it to, and I searched her eyes for her answer.
She rose from her seat. “The pool’s been cloudy the past two days. Come see me when you’re done.”
What?
No.
It felt like I’d been punched in the chest. My mouth dropped open, and I sat in shock, watching as she strode quickly toward the house, abandoning me at the table with the two glasses of melted iced tea.
I’d fucking blown it and I didn’t know where to go now or what to do next.
I’d been so sure she’d see this was a total win-win. But she didn’t come back out of the house, and . . . I couldn’t sit there all day like the idiot I was.
I took my time while cleaning her pool, trying to come up with a way to salvage the situation. I considered my options as I tested the water, skimmed its surface, and added the right chemicals in to balance the alkalinity.
When I put away the last of the supplies and made my way across the covered patio, Erika was waiting for me just inside her house. She slid open the back door and hovered, her hand still latched on the handle. I slowed my pace as I gazed at her, confusion wiping out the things I was going to say.
She’d changed clothes, which made sense, but why was she wearing a fluffy white bathrobe when it was eighty-five degrees outside?
I was only a few feet away when she shed the robe, shrugging it off her shoulders and letting it fall until it was a heap on the floor.
My mind went blank as I took in the sight of all the dark red lace wrapped around her magnificent body. Had I died? Was I dreaming this? I traced every line and curve of the bodysuit like I was reading a secret message meant only for me.
She was so hot, I was going to damage my retinas just looking at her.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
“Yes,” she answered, her voice wavering. “We should do that.”
NINE
Erika
It took Troy only a heartbeat to process what I’d said before he had his hands on my body. He rushed at me, clasping one arm behind my back and a hand clenched on my ass, and then his mouth crushed against mine.
His kiss numbed my mind, yet filled me with fire. My heart went into overdrive as he pushed his tongue past my lips and claimed my mouth, moving in as if he had every right. It pulled a groan of satisfaction from my chest.
The door was jerked shut and we stumbled deeper into the kitchen, me backpedaling, while he advanced. The eat-in counter jutted out from a wall and sectioned the space off from the dining area, and he guided us to it.
I didn’t get a moment to catch my breath before he picked me up and plopped me down on the counter—but I gasped anyway. The stone was icy cold against my flushed, bare skin.
His mouth was needy. It moved against mine like he was starved for connection, and now that I’d finally allowed it, he was going to feast. In an instant, I was lightheaded and falling . . . only to realize he’d pushed me down onto my back. More cold stone kissed my skin, but then he was there, climbing up on the counter so he could follow me onto the peninsula.
I’d made this decision back when we’d been seated at the table, yet I’d second-guessed myself the entire time while I changed into the red lingerie I’d bought a year ago. I hadn’t bought it for Clark, I’d reminded myself while tugging it into place. I’d bought it for myself. Plus, my ex-husband had never seen it.
While I’d only gotten a glimpse of Troy’s reaction to the sexy bodysuit, it had been everything I’d hoped for and more. His eyes hazed and lips parted to take in a wild breath before he’d lunged at me.
My head was still spinning from what he’d confessed. Five years he’d wanted me, and now he’d become a man wild with lust.
It was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. I felt exactly the same way.
What we were doing was reckless. He was my best friend’s son, and she’d never forgive this betrayal, but I was too desperate to stop. Troy and I were already past the point of no return, so I justified what was happening between us made no difference.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
The edges of his whiskers burned against the curve of my neck when he carved a steady path of kisses toward my breasts. Our hands were everywhere. Neither of us could get enough of touching the other. I wanted to explore more, and as soon as I fisted the back of his loose shirt, he was helping me pull it off.
I sighed contentedly when he lowered in and flattened the warm, bare skin of his chest against me, but I only got to enjoy it for mere seconds. He planted a kiss in the hollow of my throat before his palms slid over my lace-covered breasts and cupped them, pushing them together. I arched and thrust upward to encourage his mouth to find my nipples trapped under the fabric.
Beneath him, I became wanton. I grabbed and clawed at his shoulders, squirming with satisfaction as he gave me my wish. God, his lips on my skin felt amazing, even through the whisper-thin mesh. There was a constant throb between my legs, pounding as a relentless beat of music that had the power to turn me into a slave.
“I fucking love your tits,” he growled.
“Oh,” I moaned. His teeth captured my nipple, delivering just enough force to bring pleasure but not pain. I’d forgotten how that could feel—the sharp tug it caused in my center—and how sexy it was to watch. His blue eyes studied mine while he toyed with my sensitive flesh, and I struggled to find air.
Part of me wondered if he was impatient and eager to get to the next phase of foreplay because he shifted over me, his skin squealing against the marble when he began his descent. Troy backed down off the counter as his hot mouth trailed along my body, leaving damp kisses across the mesh fabric in its wake.
My pulse sputtered. Anticipation caused goosebumps to lift on my skin. Was he . . . about to go down on me?
I gasped as he buried his face between my legs, and the sound I made was a perfect mixture of surprise and satisfaction. I bowed up off the stone. Just the heat of his mouth against me sent an acute shock of pleasure up my spine.
It’d been years since I’d had a man’s tongue on me, and I quivered at the sight of Troy nestled between my thighs, his mouth closed over the snaps at the bottom of my bodysuit.
It was in his teeth, and my vision blurred until he was nearly indistinguishable. Fuck me, it was erotic.
Rather than undo the snaps, he hooked a finger under the crotch o
f the lingerie and jerked it aside. This time, when he set his mouth on me, nothing stood in his way. Not the fabric, nor a ring on my finger, nor the years spanning between us.
“Yes,” I cried, letting the word bubble up out of my chest.
His tongue was magic. It painted wide strokes of bliss, and I jolted from each one. Every delicious flick was so powerful, I instinctively gripped a handful of his soft hair, holding him to me.
I tried not to think about what we looked like. How I was spread out across the counter as this shirtless guy half my age fucked me with his incredible mouth, but the picture of it stormed into my mind and amplified the lust coursing through my veins.
His tongue abruptly ceased moving, and something suspiciously like concern tinted his voice. “You okay?”
I’d had my eyes closed to better enjoy, but they flew open and I lifted my head to peer down my body at him in confusion. What had I done that had him worried?
Troy sensed the question in my mind and delivered a soft smile. He smoothed his palm reassuringly up and down the inside of my thigh and his voice was as gentle as his touch. “You’re shaking.”
Warmth bloomed in my cheeks. “I haven’t had anyone pay attention to me in a long time.” I said it quickly before I thought better of it. “I feel like a virgin.”
The deep noise of satisfaction he gave hit me like a wave. My head fell back to the counter with a loud bang, and then his mouth returned, nuzzling into me. He found my clit and closed his lips around it, and I moaned louder than I had in my entire life. Like all the pent-up sexual desire he’d filled me with released in that instant.
Each flick and flutter of his tongue made my legs shake harder and my heart pound faster. I had to drag air in and out of my lungs while I squirmed under the pleasure he gave.
“I like paying attention to you,” he whispered, his lips moving against the most intimate part of me.
I was going to fly apart. Vibrate right off this countertop and burst into a million pieces. Since the surface was smooth beneath me, there wasn’t anything to grab onto other than us, so I filled my hands with my breasts, massaging and teasing. Troy groaned his approval at what I was doing, his eyes hazing with lust. I’d never felt more sexually alive or powerful than I did in this moment.
Moans dripped from my lips as he coaxed them from me. He’d picked up speed and focused on my clit, and his palm against my thigh pinned me to the counter, holding me open for him. He swirled the tip of his tongue, causing electric shocks to fire across my nerves.
It was erotic and sensual.
Huge gulps of air from me were separated by needy whines. I was close—so fucking close—and the intensity of my approaching orgasm pressed down until it was all I could think about.
“Oh, oh, oh . . .” I gasped.
Heat swept through my body, radiating ecstasy outward until every inch of me was tingling with bliss. As I shuddered, it was just enough to break the contact from Troy’s mouth and he straightened, looking down at me as my climax rolled through.
He didn’t say anything as I slowly recovered, but he didn’t have to. His expression announced exactly how pleased he was with himself, and ‘smug’ was a good look on him. Having this gorgeous guy with a sculpted chest loom over me was amazing, but as he wiped a hand over his mouth and delivered a satisfied smile, it was nearly too much. Aftershocks of pleasure rocketed through my system.
Blood pumped loudly in my ears, but when it began to slow, I closed my eyes and threaded a hand through my long bangs, brushing them back. What was he thinking about as I lay there motionless before him, my trembling legs loosely wrapped around his hips? He’d confessed he’d wanted this for a long time. Had I even come close to meeting his expectations? He’d exceeded mine so spectacularly.
The first orgasm I hadn’t achieved by myself in years.
He stood there and smiled like I’d given him pleasure and it wasn’t the other way around.
I pushed up onto an elbow, hooked a hand behind his neck, and jerked him down to my lips. He had to slap a palm down on the counter beside me to keep from falling into me. My action hadn’t been graceful. I’d put too much force into it, but it got the job done, and our fumbling kiss strengthened as I plunged my tongue into his mouth.
While my body was cooling post-orgasm, his was heating up.
The heavy sigh of satisfaction Troy gave . . . it echoed in my center. I’d trailed a hand down his chest and cupped him through his shorts, stroking the bulge pressing at the center seam.
Shit, he was so huge.
And hard.
I slowly traced the outline of him, which maybe was teasing, but I was enjoyed it way too much to go any faster. As I explored, he hooked the fingers of his free hand into the neckline of my bodysuit and jerked it down. My breast was only bare from the lace for a second before his mouth latched on.
The orgasm he’d delivered had only temporarily taken the edge off of my desire, and a new ache swelled in me. It had me forcing a hand inside his board shorts and curling my fingers around the thick girth of him. His skin was hot and velvety soft.
Air went sharply in through his clenched teeth, like a reversed hiss. His shoulders shuddered with pleasure when I awkwardly pumped my hand on him, making him throb. It was a tight fit inside his shorts, and I wanted them gone. I needed to touch every inch of him and revel at what we’d both been denied for so long.
“Get these off,” I demanded.
“Yes, ma’am.” His grin made him look impossibly young and even more attractive.
I’d never seen a guy get naked so quickly, and the second he was, I couldn’t control myself. I clasped both hands around his dick.
“Shit,” he groaned while my fists slid back and forth in steady strokes.
I squeezed even harder. “Is this for me?”
In response, he nudged his hips forward, essentially fucking my hands, and brought his mouth right beside my ear. “Every . . . last . . . inch.”
His words were like a drummer slapping his drumsticks together to set the tempo for the opening song. There was no going back now, and we let the rush of performing carry us away.
I scrambled to unhook the clasp at the back of the bodysuit and pull down the straps. I wanted to be as naked as he was, but it was awkward trying to get the lingerie off while I hopped down.
“What are you—” he started, but I grabbed his shoulders and spun him around, pushing him back against the counter. He threw out his hands to brace himself, and it sent the silver dish full of decorative lemons flying. The fake food bounced and rolled, while the dish clattered loudly to the floor.
But Troy didn’t pay any attention to it.
His focus was fixated on me as I dropped my knees to the expensive tile floor I’d let his mother talk me into.
Oh, God. His mother.
I forced her from my mind and focused on what I was desperate for. I was out of my mind and selfish with lust.
“I want you in my mouth,” I said.
He’d given me so much pleasure, I was eager to return the favor. I curled my fingers around his hard cock, parted my lips, and took him inside my mouth. I’d only slid down a few inches on him before he began to thrust, and he wasn’t gentle either.
He was . . . urgent.
Like he’d waited his whole damn life and wasn’t going to waste another second.
The deep stroke of him between my lips was sexy and it caused fireworks to spark between my thighs. The steady thump of his hips crashing against the cabinets as he fucked my mouth, punctuated the quiet of the kitchen, rising over his gasps for air.
We would look insane if anyone were to walk in on us like this. For a single breath, I considered Clark showing up unannounced and witnessing Troy pinned against the kitchen counter, me on my knees and his dick in my mouth. It was scandalous. Shockingly out of character for me, and—shit—it was freeing.
But the thought vanished as quickly as it had arrived, evaporating as Troy moaned.
Wa
s it really wrong, the two of us together? We were consenting adults who clearly enjoyed what they were doing. And I’d spent my whole life always doing the right thing, and what had it gotten me? A broken, sexless marriage, followed by an expensive and messy divorce.
No more.
I was reinventing myself, and what I was doing now with Troy helped to build the new version of Erika Graham. She was a woman who’d blow a guy half her age in her kitchen in the middle of the day. She was wild and unleashed. And she had no qualms about asking for what she wanted sexually.
This blowjob was murder on my knees, but so fucking worth it.
“Fuck,” he said through tight teeth, “that feels so good.”
I stared up at him as I bobbed my head, letting my tongue roll and cartwheel over his sensitive tip. His eyes were heavy, and his chest rose and fell rapidly with his hurried breath. God, he was so hot, it wasn’t even fair.
His thrusts stopped, but I kept up the tempo. He buried a hand in my hair at the back of my neck, probably wanting to ease me back and slow me down. But he’d unlocked a secret part of me and set it free, and the feral creature I became was desperate to give him satisfaction.
I rocked on my knees, sliding my fist along the length of him in time with my mouth.
There was panic in his voice. “Erika, I’m close.”
I set my free hand on his hip, telling him I wanted this. I tightened my grip on his cock, twisting on each stroke, and gave a hum of approval.
He’d been fighting the urge, trying to hold off, but I made it impossible, and he gave in seconds later. His thrusts resumed, and he pushed deep into my mouth.
“I’m gonna . . .” he gasped. “Fuck. Fuck.”
I froze in place as his movements became shallow and erratic, and the grip in my hair tightened to the point it was uncomfortable, but that only turned me on more.
