Queen of Hearts

by Kirsten McCurran

  Queen of Hearts

  Kirsten McCurran

  QUEEN OF HEARTS

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  This is a work of fiction. All characters and locations are fictitious or used fictitiously.

  Cover Image © Elnur. Licensed from Bigstock.

  First edition published digitally October 2015.

  Finn had a strange feeling about the night. He could not quite put his finger on it, but there was just a weird something in the air that suggested the party could be far more interesting than he expected. Going into the party, he was nervous because he wasn’t going to know anyone there except Alycia. They had been together for nearly a year, but for some reason he had not met many of her friends, just one or two couples on double dates. Mostly, they hung out with his friends, which was fine, but he was curious.

  The couple had met at work, when the company had undergone a round of consolidation. Finn had seen Alycia around the office, and she’d definitely caught his eye, but he had been dating someone else and he hadn’t really had an excuse to get to know her until he was assigned to her team as their graphic designer. Alycia was the account manager, which meant they worked closely together as she directed his work. Deadlines meant late nights, which turned into drinks after work, and intimate conversations followed. By the time they finally kissed, after a few weeks, it felt like they’d known each other forever. Alycia, to her credit, said it was about damned time he made his move. She was about to write him off. They tried to keep their relationship a secret at work, but of course there were whispers—probably because they had trouble hiding their lust for each other.

  Alycia thought Finn had potential when he joined her team, but she was not thinking about work. He was tall and thin, cute, with a little bit of a hipster beard going and unruly sandy hair. Guys like him weren’t always respected in the corporate environment, but she knew how to handle creative types. Alycia was 33 and had not been in a serious relationship since an ugly divorce about a year earlier—and she was not looking for another one. But Finn, handsome and a couple years younger than her, could be fun for a fling. She usually tried to keep it out of the office, but she could not resist his goofy smile.

  Finn quickly learned that Alycia was not the buttoned down corporate type he thought. First of all, she could drink any man under the table, and when a client tested her with ribald humor she gave it right back. She was strong and confident, and not to be messed with. After they became involved and she shared the story of her divorce he wanted to feel bad for her, but her manner would not allow it. Besides, Alycia insisted on not dwelling in the past, at least not the painful past. She was very interested in other aspects of his past.

  It started innocently enough, so to speak. They were in the front seat of his car one evening after work and Alycia had just gone down on him. Finn had a thick, strong eight inches of cock, but she had no problem swallowing the whole thing. Her raven hair, which fell to her waist when freed, was pulled back into the elaborate up-do Alycia usually wore for work. She deep-throated him and then bobbed up and down like it was no problem. Finn was impressed as not many girlfriends had been able to do such a thing. At first, he sat back and enjoyed the blowjob, but he was not a selfish lover and he leaned forward to slide his hand under her skirt. Her thong was pulled aside and he found she was juicy already, so he slipped two fingers into her tight pussy. Alycia came first, but not by much. Just as she was swallowing his load she climaxed with Finn firmly rubbing her clit.

  “I guess you’re not used to road head,” she asked. Alycia sat back in her seat and sipped a bottle of water from her bag.

  “It’s not that. It’s just that anyone could have seen us here. You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

  Finn had been nervous when she started coming onto him, and was confused when she took his keys and unlocked his doors. She got into his car rather than hers. He objected when she started working on his pants, but those objections fell silent when she took his cock in her mouth.

  “A little danger is a turn on, isn’t it?” She smiled cryptically.

  “I guess so.” He was pushing 30 and it had been a while since he’d done anything like that.

  “So how many times?”

  “How many times, what?”

  “Road head. Blowjobs in the car. I want to know how many?”

  “I don’t know. Why does it matter?”

  “Just curious what kind of girls you’re used to.”

  “I’ve had my fun.”

  “I hope you’re not too shy, then.”

  After that, Alycia regularly asked him about his past. How many lovers? Strange places? Ropes? Blindfolds? Threesomes? Finn was not sure how to take her questions, but he answered them—and asked his own. Alycia was just as frank as she expected him to be, and it was eye-opening. Finn had always thought he was more adventurous than the average guy. Yes, he had had threesomes. One of his girlfriends was bisexual and loved to bring girls home. He had even had a drunken threesome with a buddy and his girlfriend in college, an experience he enjoyed more than he would have thought. That night Finn learned he had a voyeuristic streak.

  Alycia really wanted to know how experienced her new boyfriend was because she wanted to know how he would take it when her past came out. She was used to being judged and if Finn was one of those guys she figured she might as well find out before she became attached. He quickly became more than just a fling. Alycia’s attitude had always been, if it feels good, why not? She thought girls were hot, and figured if sex with one guy was awesome, maybe two would be even better. She found out she was right.

  Most of her wild adventures were left behind in college. Alycia married and settled down, but she knew her past always bothered her ex-husband, and when they divorced he threw a lot of it in her face. That was why she was determined to have fun and not get attached again. She wanted to be free to do as she pleased, but then she met Finn and he was sexy and awesome, and she wanted to keep him around. Alycia was very relieved to find he was not the judgy type. If anything, he was always very turned on hearing about her past adventures and it lead to incredible sex.

  One night, just a few weeks ago, nude and slick with sex from a particularly vigorous session, Alycia asked, “Do you think you’d ever be into something like that?

  “I don’t know. Maybe if the mood was right. I think I’d probably want to talk about it first, though, rather than just have it happen. I’d want to make sure we were all on the same page.”

  Their hot, sweaty night started with Alycia telling Finn about a night with one of her high school boyfriends and his best friend. The boyfriend was older and out of school and they’d been hanging out at his friend’s apartment one night, watching movies and drinking. One thing led to another and the three of them ended up screwing right there in the living room. It was Alycia’s first threesome, and it was one of the most intense ones she’d had because they boys had been rough with her—something she’d learned she loved. What had really surprised her that night, though, was that when the friend wanted to go again her boyfriend just sat back and watched. He even ended up leaving the room to get another beer. She dated that boyfriend all through her senior year and those threesomes became a semi-regular thing.

  Alycia nodded, filing the information away. She didn’t have any plans to do anything crazy kinky, but it was to good know where Finn stood if the situation presented itself.

  “Why? Is that something you want to do again?” he asked.

  “I don’t know. Maybe, if the timing and the people were right.”

&nb
sp; “So what if I didn’t want to?” It was exciting to think about, but he didn’t know if it was something he was prepared for. The last time had been so long ago, and with a girl he did not care too much about. His feelings for Alycia were strong and he didn’t want to go down some path where he might lose her. He did not know for sure if he was ready to share her, even if the idea made him start growing hard again.

  “That would be okay. It’s not something I feel like I need to do. It’s just you know I spent a long time feeling restricted and I guess I want to know the possibility is out there.” She also noticed he was getting hard, but pretended not to.

  “Sure, it’s a possibility.”

  “It goes both ways. If there was something you really wanted to do—if there was someone you wanted to bring home—I’d totally be okay with it.”

  “Good to know, but you’re all I want.” Finn had to wonder how honest she was being. Was Alycia happy with just one guy? He was afraid to ask her directly.

  “And I’m happy with you, Finn. I just want you to know I’m open to some fun. We’re not too old to get crazy.”

  All of those conversations fed into the queer feeling Finn had as he drove to the Halloween party. Alycia had also warned him that her friends “could get a little wild.” And then there was her costume. Alycia liked to dress sexy when they went out, but he’d never seen her in anything like that costume.

  Alycia was the Queen of Hearts. And her costume was certain to make hearts race at the party. It was a flared black velvet mini dress that barely reached mid-thigh and was filled out with a black tulle petticoat underneath, which only made the dress appear shorter. The tight dress offered up an abundance of cleavage, which kept Finn’s eyes straying from the road. Her tits were a little larger than a palmful and he thought they were perfect. There were red hearts down the bodice, which matched red trim, and a quilted high white collar attached to two thin strips of satin, but it was ornamental—it did not support the dress. Knee-high, black leather high-heeled boots and a tiara completed the costume. Her long, jet hair was piled up high under the tiara and her makeup was dark and dramatic. It was the very definition of a slutty Halloween costume and no one would have mistaken Alycia for a successful businesswoman in that dress. Finn thought the costume was scorching, but wondered if Alycia was ready for the kind of attention she was going to receive. Or maybe that was the point, which made Finn asked if he was ready for it.

  Finn’s reaction to her costume when he picked her up confirmed that she’d made the right choice. It meant a lot that rather than look at her like she was a tramp he couldn’t keep his hands off of her. Alycia had not completely let go and had fun in such a long time and she wanted a daring costume for the party. People were going to be at that party that she had not seen in ages. Her friends could be a wild group, and she did not want them thinking she’d become boring and stiff once again. They had not liked her husband, or the way she acted when she was with him. This was her chance to prove that the old Alycia was back.

  “Thanks for coming tonight,” she said. “I really do appreciate it.”

  “Why wouldn’t I come? I’m your boyfriend.”

  Alycia chuckled. “It’s still sounds funny when you say that. Boyfriend, girlfriend, it makes us sound like teenagers. Does a grown woman really have a boyfriend?”

  “You can call me anything you like.”

  “How about sexy baby?” Alycia leaned across the center column and nibbled on the side of his neck, just below the line of his beard.

  “Careful, you shouldn’t distract me too much while I drive.” Finn felt it right down to his balls when she did that.

  “You don’t want to be distracted? Then maybe I shouldn’t do this.”

  His hand rested on the shifter and she took it away, pulling it over into her lap. Finn drove a small, older BMW. She parted her legs and pulled it up past the layers of tulle. The thin strip of her red silk thong barely covered her sex. Alycia knew he could feel the humidity coming from her mound. She pressed his fingers to her thong and traced them up and down.

  “Yeah…that’s distracting,” he gulped.

  “Then this would be really bad.”

  Alycia slipped her thong to the side and he touched her bare flesh. Finn’s fingertips just barely pressed between her folds and she sighed. She’d always hated being teased—probably because it was so easily to do. Her thighs parted further and he pressed deeper when she settled back into the seat.

  “Mmm, that’s good.”

  “You just can’t get enough, can you?” he teased. She shivered when he brushed her clit.

  “No…” The word was a moan.

  “That’s why you’re dressed like that, isn’t it?”

  “Like what? Tell me,” she whimpered.

  “Like a little whore.”

  “Yes, I’m a little whore tonight.”

  Finn really wondered just how much of a whore she planned to be now. He thought back to their conversation just a few weeks ago about bringing someone else into their bed. Was she planning on making something happen at the party? Finn was tempted to ask, but he didn’t want to break the spell.

  “You’re my little whore.”

  “I’m your little whore,” she hissed.

  Finn learned early on that Alycia liked dirty talk. He’d always liked it too, but it had been a long time since he’d been with anyone who really gave themselves to it the way she did. Alycia really loved being treated like a whore, and he happily adapted. The women he had been dating were way too politically correct to get into anything like that. Alycia liked a good spanking too, and didn’t try to stop him until her ass was cherry red. She was an exciting woman, but he was starting to wonder where her limits were—or if she had any at all.

  Alycia leaned back farther in her seat and spread her legs wide. She pulled the fluffy layers of the petticoat out of the way. Finn could glance over and look at her cunt now, red and swollen. Her lips glistened with her excitement. He switched to rubbing her clit and she pushed back at his fingers with a desperate moan. His fingers kept slipping off target—his hand was at an odd angle while he drove—but he was on target enough to make her start to squirm.

  They slowly rolled to a stop at a major, well-lit intersection. Finn went at her clit hard and fast, just the way that always made her come. With two fingers, he rubbed her clit so fast his hand started to cramp, but he was well rewarded with louder and louder moans. It was at that moment that a big pick-up rolled in next to them and the driver had a perfect view down into the passenger seat. Finn tried to pull his hand away, but Alycia trapped his wrist in a vice grip.

  “Can’t stop. I’m gonna come. Please!”

  The big truck idled loudly beside them and Finn noticed if the driver had bothered to look over. He could not see from his angle. But then he saw Alycia looking up through the window and thought the only explanation for that was that she knew she was being watched. Were her eyes locked with some stranger’s while he played with her pussy? She bit her lip, then her mouth dropped open as she cried out, but she kept looking up and out that window. Finn found himself oddly turned on that his girlfriend was being watched by some stranger. He always took pride when guys noticed Alycia, but this was taking it to a whole other level—one he’d never have guessed he’d like. His cock grew as he thought of some stranger watching Alycia get off. The light changed to green and the oncoming traffic moved, but they and the stranger stayed in place, as there was no traffic backed up behind them.

  “Oh god!” Alycia cried, arching in the seat, which thrust her chest out.

  Finn felt her cunt gushing and she snapped her thighs closed over his hand, the way she always did when he made her come that way. A series of quick, staccato cries followed and she shuddered before settling back in the seat. He took his slick fingers from her sex and pressed them to her lips. Alycia eagerly licked and sucked his wet fingers clean. It was so hot that she got off on her own taste. He knew she liked other girls, and hoped that
if she really did want to get crazy sometime it would involve bringing another woman into bed.

  “Drive, Finn. Go!” she demanded.

  He stepped on the gas hard and the tires squealed as the little car shot forward. “Done with your audience?” he asked.

  Alycia laughed hardily. “I think he was jerking off.”

  “That’s not gross to you?”

  “Not under the circumstances.”

  “You dirty little whore.”

  “You know it!”

  The party was only a few miles further, leaving Alycia just enough time to put herself together. When she pulled Finn’s hand into her lap she really did want to get off, but she had not anticipated being watched like that. It was an incredible turn on. It was not the first time she had been watched, but it had been a long time, and she forgot how invigorating it could be. The man in the truck was not attractive at all—heavy, scruffy, much too old—but it didn’t matter who was watching. Alycia came very hard, but it did not sate her desire. She was only left wanting more.