CHAPTER FIVE
She took my finger out of her, pulling up her shorts. She didn’t sit down or buckle up though. She wasn’t finished with me.
She moved to kneel over me, her breasts right at eye level. I grabbed her perfect little ass and buried my face there.
She moaned, holding one puckered tip up to my mouth. “Suck on them. They’re so sensitive, baby. I’ve had fantasies about you touching them, licking them, sucking on them, since the first time I saw you.”
I wanted to ask her about that, but my mouth was full. Both of my hands moved up to fondle her roughly. I licked her nipples, drawing them into my mouth.
I was hard again, or still, and I pushed up at her as I played with her tits.
It was better than Christmas, and I hadn’t even fucked her yet.
“The first time, I’m going to take you against the front door, because that is as far as we’re going to make it before I bury my cock in that tight little cunt of yours.” I spoke against her nipple, then moved to the other, taking it into my mouth for a few rough pulls.
She moaned, bouncing on my lap.
“Am I being too rough on them?”
“No.”
“They’re so soft. You have the most spectacular rack on the planet, but I’m sure you know that.”
“Mmm, tell me anyway.”
I smiled and nuzzled into her.
Resolutely, I set her back in her seat. I tried to zip her bra back up for her, but I couldn’t make her fit back into it.
She laughed and waved me off, doing it herself.
“The second time I think we’ll make it into the kitchen. I’ll take you face down on the counter. It should be just the perfect height.”
She buckled up, then reached over and stroked my cock with a light touch.
I started driving, pulling back onto the road with one hand, the other covering hers, pushing it into my shorts, and stroking hard.
She pulled away, because we were approaching the gate. I squeezed my tip hard one last time and reached up to grip the steering wheel.
The guard nodded at me, a question in his eyes. He opened the gate, but tried to wave me over.
I ignored him. I really didn’t want to talk to him just then. Not to mention my impossible to miss hard-on.
I started cursing as I pulled into my driveway. A familiar black Mercedes was parked at the front door. It was unoccupied, which infuriated me, as I saw no one around. The bitch had somehow kept a key.
“Whose car is that?”
“Tammy’s. My ex-wife.”
She whistled. “She come over often?”
“No. Never. Well, hardly ever. The last time I saw her was a few months ago, when she came to hit me up for money. Don’t ask me why she needed it. I gave her millions in the divorce settlement. My best guess is she couldn’t access the full amount fast enough.”
“Does she still have a key?”
“I guess so. She’s not supposed to, but I’m positive that I didn’t leave the house unlocked, and I don’t see her out here.”
“Wow. She filched a key? She’s still got a thing for you, huh?”
I shot her a look. “Hardly. That was kind of the problem with our marriage. When we were younger, I encouraged her to go to school. She went for a few years, then dropped out. She told me I was pushing her into a career she didn’t want. She said she wanted to stay at home, keep house, even though we paid someone to clean the place, but I said fine.
I just wanted her to be happy, but she was never happy. I swear she spent ten years where she did nothing but play on the computer, addicted to some online game. When I caught her cheating, she said that I made her stay home, that I’d held her back, and turned her into a depressed housewife.
“Sheesh, make up your mind, Dair, were you pushing her too hard or holding her back?”
I smiled at the teasing note to her voice. “I wish I knew. I was just doing my best. She said I worked too much, then when I’d take time off to be with her, she said I was smothering her.”
“She sounds bipolar.”
“Probably. Whatever she is, it’s not my problem anymore.” I’d never been so happy about it as I was at just that moment.
“Well, her loss is my gain.”
“I’m sorry. I need to stop talking about this. I’m probably boring you to tears.”
“Not at all. I want to hear it. I want to know everything. Every piece of the puzzle.”
“Me being the puzzle?”
“Of course.”
I thought that was encouraging. And I loved that she thought of people as puzzles. I thought the same.
I sighed heavily. “She doesn’t seem to be coming out. I guess I should get this over with.”
“So I get to meet your ex already?”
Why did she look gleeful at the prospect?
“What do you mean, already? Were you planning to meet her later?”
She winked at me. “Well, yeah, eventually. It was inevitable, right?”
What the hell did she mean by that? I couldn’t begin to guess. I could only be relieved that she wasn’t running in the other direction at the first sign of drama.
“I hope you don’t scare easily. She can be a little sharp.” That was the nicest way I could word it.
“I’m sure I’ll survive. Come on, champ, let’s go do this.”
I laughed. I loved her attitude.
Tammy was ready to ambush us the second we walked in the front door.
She’d put some time and care into her looks today. She wore a tight leopard print dress that I’d have sworn she never would have been caught dead in a year ago. She was thin, the only shape on her body given to her by her prominent bones. What there was of her chest was being tortured into making cleavage that spilled out of her top. The dress was flattering, if you liked a woman thin like that. I found that I didn’t care for it at all, anymore. Had I ever? I couldn’t even remember.
She wore very high red stilettos that, again, you couldn’t have made her wear a year ago.
Her hair was down. It was her pride and joy. It was dark, thick and wavy, and she kept it very long. She’d done something to it, gotten highlights that were a touch too brassy, and made it look fried.
Her makeup was heavy and dark, her chocolate brown eyes lined thickly. She was a beautiful woman, I’d always thought so, but I found suddenly that she just looked tired and worn-out. And mean. And, frankly, old. I wasn’t proud of myself for thinking it, but hell, the woman had done a whole lot to earn my contempt.
As soon as her gaze caught Iris, they became glued to the other woman.
“Oh, God, Dair, what are you doing? What is she, eighteen? I come to see you, to talk like mature adults, and I find this?”
Iris was unfazed. Completely unflappable.
In fact, she smiled.
I decided then and there that I just might already be falling for her.
“Iris, this is my ex-wife, Tammy. Tammy, this is Iris. She’s twenty-four, if you must know.”
“Nice to meet you, Tammy. Hope you two get this issue cleared up. I’m going to take a shower. I’m all sweaty from the gym.” She looked at me, batting her lashes. “And just plain filthy. Excuse me while I go get clean.”
Tammy watched her leave, mouth agape. Her eyes were on the younger woman’s ass. She seemed to be taking particular exception to that spectacular ass.
I watched Iris leave, as well, trying not to drool.
“Really, Dair! That is just too much. What are you thinking? She’s so young! Is she a prostitute?” Tammy asked shrilly, with Iris very likely still in earshot.
I shut my eyes tight, so annoyed I wanted to drag my ex bodily out of my house and never see her again. “Of course she isn’t,” I said coldly. “And you’ve got no right to judge anything that goes on in my life.”
“You do realize she’s a gold digger?!”
I took a few deep, calming breaths. “Well, you would know how to spot that. And I doubt it’s po
ssible she could do more damage than you have. Certainly, no other gold digger could make a man so miserable, and take as much money, as you have. What have I really got to lose at this stage in my life?”
She gasped in outrage and went on a rant. I realized, as she went on and on, that this woman had no power over me anymore.
Well, aside from the power to annoy me.
The thought was liberating.
I moved through the house to the kitchen.
She dogged my every step.
“Is this how you ask me for money?” I finally asked, interrupting her tirade. “Does this seem like a smart way to approach a man that you’ve already milked dry in terms of legal rights? Have you ever thought of asking nicely?”
She flushed. “It’s just a loan, until we get more of my money freed up.”
I didn’t miss the we of that, and for once I didn’t care.
Or the my money part. That part still smarted, but it was more about the bitterness of it. She’d never worked a day, never cleaned a dish, never gone out of her way to make my day fucking sunnier, and she got half? What the fuck kind of sense did that make?
I kept all of that to myself, instead asking, “How much?” I’d pay a lot to just get her out of there.
I wasn’t an idiot. I knew it wasn’t a loan.
“A hundred thousand.”
My eyes widened.
The bitch had lost her mind. “Is this a joke?”
She rolled her eyes. She’d never lacked nerve. “I know how much money you have. You can spare that much for a few months. Hell, even if we didn’t pay you back, I know you’d never notice. You just like to let your money sit in a bank, anyway.”
I opened my mouth, to say something suitably outraged, I presume, but suddenly, all rational thought left my brain.
Iris was back, still in her little workout getup, still un-showered.
She smiled at me, just the sweetest smile. “I’ve decided to swim before I shower. Are there any spare suits around?”
I shook my head, my eyes on her body, really wishing I had one for her. I wanted to see that so badly.
She winked at me and turned to Tammy.
I still didn’t know what the fuck her little winks meant, but I loved them.
“Hey Tammy, this is a weird question, but do you happen to keep a spare bikini, like in your car or something?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Tammy asked, exactly like a shrew.
Iris had asked very sweetly, and she smiled very sweetly at the bitch’s response. She shrugged. “Well, c’est la vie. I guess I’ll improvise. It is a private yard, after all.”
And with that, she went back upstairs.
I shook my head, thoroughly bemused.
“Is she slow in the head or something?” Tammy asked me, again, exactly like a shrew. What had I ever seen in the woman, even before she’d been unfaithful? Had she always been so unpleasant?
“She’s very bright actually,” I said, my tone flat. It was a fact. Tammy was trying to make me defensive about the other woman’s intelligence, and she couldn’t have found a less sore spot to pick on.
Tammy started going on again about what she needed to do with my money (my literal money, not the money she’d taken in the divorce) and I just sort of zoned out.
No way in hell was I giving her another hundred grand. She could talk all day, but that wasn’t happening.
If she’d asked for anything under twenty, I might have caved, but this was too much.
“I’m not giving you a hundred grand,” I finally told her coldly. “You can wait another six months to get the millions of my dollars that you didn’t earn.”
“Oh I earned it! Being married to you, I earned it. You neglected me, left me to rot in boredom, always working, and then—”
She trailed off, made speechless by the vision that had just floated to the bottom of the stairs.
My jaw dropped.
Iris smiled at me, her arms up as she pulled her hair into a high ponytail.
She was buck naked, and it was the best view I’d ever had in my life. She smiled and shrugged, not at all self-conscious. “Sorry. I really wanted to swim. Where are your pool towels?”
I pointed to the bathroom that led out into the backyard, trying hard to get my jaw to work well enough to close my mouth again.
She waltzed right up, going on tiptoe to rub her lips against mine in the softest kiss.
I grabbed her ponytail, shoving my tongue into her mouth.
I was a ravenous beast.
She pulled back with a soft laugh. “Come join me anytime you like, baby.”
She walked away, and I let her, but only because the alternative was to mount her on the floor with my ex-wife in the room.
CHAPTER SIX
Iris didn’t leave right away, instead walking into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator, and pulling out two bottles of water.
She stopped directly in front of Tammy, smiling blandly, and giving the other woman a very clear head to toe view of her flawless competition.
It had to be demoralizing.
Tammy had never looked that good, not for one second in her entire life (no one had) but she particularly didn’t now.
Iris was in a class all on her own.
“Hope you get all this settled, guys. Nice to meet you, Tammy.”
With that, Iris walked out the back door, and I watched her perfect butt with every step, until she was out of sight.
I turned to Tammy. “Give me your key and get out.”
She was trembling with rage. I thought that interaction had to be a blow to her ego, at the very least. “You—you—you—”
She wasn’t taking my new attitude very well. She’d always gotten me to do whatever the hell she wanted, but I wasn’t playing that game anymore.
It was amazing what having your cock sucked by a much younger woman could do for a man’s self-esteem.
I shook my head and followed Iris. No way could I pass up the opportunity. I shut the door very decisively behind me. Tammy had best not even think of following me.
Sure enough, Iris was still naked, bouncing slowly on the diving board.
She grinned huge when she saw me. “Good. Will you rub some suntan oil on me? I found a bottle in the cupboard with the towels.”
I nodded, eyes glued to her.
If she had asked me to lick her asshole while she cut the lawn with her teeth, I would have agreed to do it. I would have agreed to any fucking thing right then.
“Watch this first!” she called, bouncing harder on the board.
I walked to the edge of the pool, mesmerized.
I had the thought that I hoped Tammy had left, but it was a fleeting thought. I couldn’t keep it in my head for even a second, watching the perfect globes of Iris’ bare breasts swaying in broad daylight.
I pulled my dick out and started stroking it.
She giggled, and made a running jump off the board, jack-knifing into the water.
It was amazing. She was some diver.
I jerked harder.
She sliced through the water, swimming smoothly to the other side of the water, directly across from me. Half of the pool was strategically covered by a few large shade sails. She climbed out, perching herself on the edge, on that shaded half.
I pumped harder as her beautiful body flexed as she moved.
She dipped just her legs from the calf down into the water.
She sat back on her hands and parted her tan thighs wide.
I squeezed and jerked hard, getting close.
“Stop,” she called out softly, then reached down and started touching herself.
I was naked and in the water in less than five seconds, across the water in two more.
She giggled when I came up for air between her thighs, my shoulders hooking under her legs.
She ran a hand over my wet hair. “You’re so handsome,” she told me.
I shook my head, wondering if this could possibly be r
eality. “Am I dreaming right now?” I asked her.
She giggled again. “If you were dreaming, what would you do next?”
I reached a hand up and started kneading at one of her ripe tits, then pulled myself up and started sucking on the other one.
She moaned. “Oh God, baby, I want you to titty fuck these. They’re so sensitive, and you’re so hard. It would be incredible.”
I pulled back, then down, my eyes on her open pussy. It was so pretty, with hair as pale as that on her head. Even in Playboy, I’d never seen a pussy with such a perfect little bush. “If this is a dream, and I’m pretty sure it is, I’d bury my face in your cunt and eat you out until you screamed.”
She shifted, parting her thighs a touch wider.
I started to lower my mouth to her, but she stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. “Wait.”
I looked up at her.
“Some guys like eating pussy, and some don’t, but they do it anyway. I don’t want your mouth on me unless you fucking love it.”
I didn’t even hesitate. “I fucking love it.”
She let me at it, and I went to town on her, licking, sucking, nuzzling, my hands just as busy, groping at her breast with one hand, finger fucking her with the other.
She gripped my hair, splayed out for me while I tongue fucked her.
I was true to my word. I made her scream, and unless I was dreaming, she came against my busy mouth three times.
It was beautiful.
Finally, I pulled back, desperate, done for.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I told her gruffly, climbing out of the water. She rose, looking a little shaky, and grabbed my hand.
I watched her knees, finding it so endearing that I’d made them weak.
“God, you’re so good. Your tongue…my word, Dair.”
I couldn’t stop smiling as I tugged her inside.
There was no sign of Tammy, thank God, as I dragged Iris through the house and up the stairs to my room.
I had her pinned to the tiled wall in my shower, one lush thigh thrown over my forearm, erection poised right at her entrance. I was watching raptly, about to sink in, shaking with need, when I realized that someone was pounding hard at my bedroom door.
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