I raised an eyebrow at him, met his look of contempt with one of my own. “It’ll be a picnic for me, I’m sure.” To the executor, I said, “What if I walk away, refuse to do this?”
He scanned the terms. “Then you forfeit the rights to your brother’s Vavoom shares, also.”
I frowned at him. “Excuse me?”
Lenny explained instead. “It’s a vibrator your brother invented. It’s worth millions. Damn shame I wasn’t in on that with him, too.”
“I don’t believe I asked you,” I snapped, catching his shrug in my peripheral.
Ignoring me, Lenny leaned forward, placing his long fingers on the desk. “What if I forfeit?”
The executor sighed. His expression grew tired. “Then you forfeit your investment in the Purple Pleasure Dome.”
Lenny drummed the desk. His angular, handsome face grew taut as he appeared to consider this. “Apartment and all?”
Nodding, the executor folded his hands in front of him, placing them atop the blotter.
“Sonofabitch.” Lenny sighed, gave me a dark scowl that turned his beauty ugly for a moment. Then he sat back in his chair and chewed a fingernail. “I can’t believe that bastard did this to me.”
I shot him a glare, wishing it really held daggers. “To you? I’m his sister.”
He waved a non-committal hand at me, barely glanced my way. “Yeah, but you two didn’t always get along. Doesn’t count.”
“Doesn’t count? Bullshit!” I stood up tall, stretching to my full five-foot-four, jutting my tits out more than I meant to. Lenny had a good eyeful of pert, medium-sized boobs. He noticed I caught him staring, and gave a lecherous grin. I blushed. If we weren’t in the executor’s office, I’d have clocked him one.
“Please, Ms. Logan, sit down,” the executor admonished, and Lenny snickered, adding to my embarrassment—and my desire to hit the bastard my dead brother once called best friend.
“So, let me get this straight,” I said, after a deep, calming breath. “After one year, I can sell my half to Lenny, take my profit, and get away from this derelict?” I pointed.
Lenny shot the daggers this time, and muttered something under his breath I couldn’t make out.
The executor nodded.
“Fine, let’s get this over with,” I said. “How bad can one year with,” I looked Lenny up and down, “him be?
If my brother Alan weren’t already dead, I would’ve killed him for this. I was now co-owner of a small but successful adult entertainment store. And I’d have to live above it, with a man I hated, for one year. But I could use the cash from selling my half to Lenny, plus Alan’s vibrator shares, to pay off school loans.
It wouldn’t be so bad, though, I reasoned, as Lenny and I left the lawyer’s office. I’d be at the institute most days. Studying to be a financial planner took up a huge chunk of my time, so it wouldn’t be hard to avoid each other a lot.
This was my brother’s poor idea of a practical joke. I could almost see him laughing at the two of us, from some afterlife in a dimly lit bar. Bastard. He and Lenny had been best pals since Grade 11, when Lenny had moved to our small town. Back then he was a wannabe rock star with a laid back attitude, and as much a practical joker as Alan. Me, I was more like my parents. Practical, studious, and emotionally cautious.
Lenny and I were like oil and water. Though I only knew him a short time before my parents split, and I went to live with Mom while Alan stayed with dad. My brother, ever the rebel, had stayed best friends with the now ex-rock star until Alan died climbing Mount. Fuji.
One year with a bad Marc Bolan knock off. I would survive.
***
10 Days Later
I got back to the store late from the institute, and Lenny had already locked up. Fumbling for my key in the rain, I cursed him while I let myself inside.
So far, ten days spent with him had its ups and down. In one word, Lenny was boisterous. Learning about sex toys with him was an adventure, to say the least. He exuded a natural sexuality that was hard to resist, I had to admit. His brown eyes were almost black, and he had a way of using them on women. I’d watched him seduce a lady customer with those lost little boy expressions he’d give, and he’d tried the tactic on me more than once over our short time together. If I was honest, living with him was a kind of sexual hell. Sharing the apartment with him was especially tortuous, since he made sure to walk around in next to nothing often. Came out of the shower dripping wet in the tiniest towel possible. While he wasn’t a bulging muscle man, Lenny was fit and nice to look at. Tall and sinewy, but not too thin. Just the right amount of weight and muscle on him.
So far I’d resisted his charms. While I wasn’t a prude, I was inexperienced. Oh, sure, I’d researched sex, popped my cherry long ago with the help of sex toys, but I’d never had a live penis in my pussy. The way I saw it, sexual release was great, but men were a pain in the ass. Love was an even bigger pain, and I wasn’t about to let either veer me off course with my life plans.
Still, I had thought for a while I’d like to just get it over with. Experience sex with a warm, sexy male, even if it just happened once. And Lenny was a viable option.
The interior of the store was doused in shadow. From the back room, a sheet of light spilled across the carpet. I left the lights off, let my eyes adjust to the darkness, and crept forward. The sound of two people talking came from the storage area.
As I neared the counter, where a rainbow display of dildos sat inside the glass casing, the voices grew clear. Words mixed with moans and groans of pleasure. A female gasped then begged, “Oh, yeah, fuck me harder.”
“You like that?” Lenny said, in a sultry voice.
I crouched low beside the front display case and crawled closer. The back room had no door. Just a couple beaded curtains draped over the entrance. Through the swinging string of beads, I saw a naked Lenny bent over, legs spread, large balls on full display. The overhead fluorescents shone off his back, showing a sheen of sweat.
“Ohhhh, fuuuck, yeahhh,” the woman cried out.
I inched across the carpet a bit more, shimmying to the left for a better view. Already my clit tingled with heat. I licked my lips and took deeper breaths.
A gorgeous blonde perched on her knees in our black, vinyl office chair. Her ass jutted high in the air. Her pussy shone with wetness, and I could hear the squish of the double dong Lenny used to fuck her cunt and ass.
My pussy hole throbbed now. My clit pulsed hard, and my throat tightened. I was so horny, it was hard to focus on breathing. I took air in shallow gulps.
“Come on,” he said, as he fucked her harder, faster, with the clear jelly dong. “Squirt for me.”
Her pussy was red and swollen with excitement. I could see that even from where I crouched. He turned to the side while he thrust in and out her dripping cunt, and I got an eyeful of dick. Not too long, but veiny and thick. Ramrod stiff, it slapped the bottom of his stomach.
“Stick your cock in me,” she gasped. “Make me squirt with your cock.”
My heart slammed against my ribcage. My pussy and clit throbbed so hard it hurt. My whole body burned like mad with extreme horniness. I barely contained a moan myself, when I watched him slide his slick, purple cock into her pussy.
I reached down between my legs and fondled my cunt through my jeans. The fire there raged and grew. On instinct, I curled my pelvis forward and stroked harder. But another moan almost escaped me, as the delicious, hot sensation flowed out from my groin. I stopped masturbating and slowly got to my feet. Feeling peevish without release, I decided if I couldn’t finish the job, neither could they.
I inched backward a bit, closer to the start of the counter, as if I’d just entered the store. But I didn’t bother to flick a light on. That might give them advance notice, and I wanted to catch them in the act.
So I walked through the curtain on soft, but swift, feet. “Hey, Lenny—oh for chrissake!” I backed up as the two of them scrambled. His cock popped from her c
unt just as she squirted and screamed in orgasm. Translucent come sprinkled my t-shirt. The woman screamed for a different reason then, while Lenny growled and cussed in my direction.
“What the fuck?” he snapped. “You usually go right up to the apartment when you’re late.”
The woman avoided my eyes as she stepped around me to gather her clothes.
I stepped closer to him and stabbed a finger in his naked, slippery chest. “Well, obviously I didn’t this time. And what have I told you about trying out merchandise with the customers?” This was the second time I’d caught him in such a compromising position.
“You aren’t my boss.” He leaned down to get in my face. “We’re partners, remember? I can do what the hell I like in here.”
“Excuse me, but, no, you can’t,” I said, hands on my hips. “Fine. I’ll just go to the lawyer. See what I can do about you abusing my investment this way.”
The blonde woman had since vacated the storage area. I heard the tinkle of the small bell we kept above the door as she left. A wet double dong lay between us, close to Lenny’s feet.
“Good luck.” He scoffed. “We’re stuck with one another for 355 more days, sweetheart. Believe me, I’m not enjoying it either. But I will get my piece, whether you like it or not.”
“Apparently.” I couldn’t resist the jibe.
“Ohhh, look at Ms. Cherry,” he mocked. “So clever.”
I was going cross-eyed from our foreheads and noses being pressed together, so I tried to pull away. Plus, he was still naked, and I became very aware of that when his cock brushed over my arm. I yanked back from the touch too quickly, and he laughed.
“You know,” he said, closing the gap I’d just made between us. “You get awfully uptight around my nakedness.”
I snorted. “Don’t flatter yourself.” But I felt my cheeks flame with heat.
“Nice to see you still blush when you lie.” He tapped a finger against his bearded chin. “Actually, you get uptight whenever we talk about sex.”
“Bullshit,” I blurted, crossing my arms over my tits when I noticed him staring at them. The sprinkling of come was enough to make my white t-shirt cling.
Stroking his trimmed beard again, he leaned back, giving me an inch of breathing space. “One would almost think Cherry is … well … a cherry.”
I couldn’t help myself. The line was so bad, I hooted laughter. But when I quit laughing, he stared at me still, his expression dark and dangerous with all-knowing. As if he could see the bluff written on my face.
“If I were a…” I cleared my throat, briefly broke eye contact, “cherry, would I know about sex toys, watch porn, know so much about sex, hmm, smart guy?”
He shrugged, continued to stare. “Easy to look up all that stuff these days, and just because you’ve never fucked doesn’t mean you haven’t experimented. I’ve met women who avoid sex to avoid complicating their lives, or so they tell themselves.”
My gaze darted left and right. I snorted again, but heat filled my face once more, giving me away. “You’ll say anything to get in my pants.”
He leaned forward, pinning me against the wall with his chest. He braced himself on one arm placed above me head. “Maybe you’d enjoy it.”
His scent filled my nostrils when I took a deep, steadying breath. It didn’t help my situation at all. A citrus blend that made me think of the ocean. It went straight to my head. My pussy was wet and aching. Every inch of skin tingled with horniness.
His head dipped, and I held my breath, thinking he meant to kiss me. But his mouth went to my ear, and his lips tickled the shell as he whispered, “So, are you?”
I gripped his shoulders, meaning to push him away, but instead my fingers lingered on his smooth, sculpted muscles. With a shaky voice, I managed, “None of your business.”
“I think I have my answer.” His arms wrapped around my waist. One moved up my back as he pulled me away from the wall and kissed me.
Part of me resisted, and I slid my hands to his chest, meaning to make space, but I melted as his tongue urged my lips apart. Asshole or not, his hands caressing my back, my butt, his hot mouth on mine, felt great. I twined my tongue around his and groped his pecs instead of pushing him away.
He sucked my tongue. I sucked his bottom lip. As the kiss deepened, one hand found its way into his hair, which he wore in long, loose waves today. I cupped the back of his head, pulling him closer. My tits squashed into his chest. His hands massaged me from shoulders to ass and back again.
He tore his lips away to kiss a path along my jaw line. I clutched his back with my other hand, urging his groin toward mine. His hard cock brushed over the cleft in my jeans and I whimpered. My panties were drenched, and my pussy pounded like an insistent drumbeat.
He had my jeans unzipped, and was slipping them, along with my underwear, down my thighs before I realized it. When his long, thick fingers grazed over my clitoral hood, I “ohhhhhh” louder than I meant to. He chuckled before licking and nipping a trail down my neck.
The hand clutching his back glided around to his front. My fingers shook slightly as they coiled around his hot, pulsing cock. How I hoped he didn’t notice my nervousness, but I was sure that hope was futile.
This was the first time I’d given into the lust growing between us, and, damn, it did feel amazing. We had a chemistry that was largely fueled by the fact we annoyed the hell out of each other. Right now, all the frustration we felt toward one another flowed out through tongues, lips, and probing hands.
“I’ll have to remember this shuts you up,” he murmured, as he tugged my t-shirt up then undid my bra.
I went to retort, but his skilled tongue curling around a nipple cut my smart assery off. He suckled the hardened tip, teasing it with a rapid flick of tongue, while he rolled the other nipple between thumb and index finger. The sensation zipped straight to my pussy, further fanning the raging need for release.
I squeezed his cock harder, gliding my hand up and down, in return. He gave a throaty moan and bucked his hips into my hand job. With his thumb, he nudged back the hood of my clitoris and rubbed the bundle of raw nerves until I mewled and arched. I gripped his soft curls tighter as I tried to bring him nearer still.
He licked, sucked, and nipped his way down my torso, stopping at my belly button to trace slow, teasing circles around it, inching ever closer to my aching, wet cunt. His tongue was molten fire that made my pussy ache so hard I moaned, bucked, and whimpered without control.
Now on his knees, he looked up at me with such raw desire I felt afraid. Not for my safety, but rather over the loss of control confronting me. He urged my legs apart and ground his thumb into my clit, watching my reaction.
Sensation exploded through me. So lightening quick, my legs quivered from the bombardment of stimuli. The slippery friction was exquisite. I’d had oral sex and messed around with a few guys, but those had been rushed encounters interrupted by dorm mates. This was drawn out, sensual, seduction with a purpose. I doubted I’d be able to stop now, and I didn’t want to.
His slick, hot tongue flicked over my exposed clit and I cried out, thrusting my hands in his hair once more. I had a large clit that was incredibly sensitive to even the slightest touch when aroused. When he sucked it hard, flitting his tongue across the exposed flesh once more as he did so, my legs went to jelly. My hips rocked back and forth with a mind of their own, while my clit greedily absorbed this intense bliss.
“Ohhhh, god…that feeelsss soooo good…” Spilled from my mouth before I could stop the breathy words.
“It must,” he pulled his lips away long enough to reply. “You’re soaking wet.”
My fingers dug into his scalp, and I held on tightly as he slipped two fingers in my quivering pussy hole. My cunt clenched hard, fast, around them, squeezing as he curled these digits and stroked my g-spot with a gentle massage that teased it to life.
“Did you like watching us, Cherry?” He pulled his mouth away again, but his talented fingers still
fluttered inside me.
I tried to open my eyes, look down at him, but my focus zoned in on the increasing bliss in my cunt. “What’re you talking about?”
He chuckled, then pecked kisses across my pelvis. His fingers thrust harder, and my pussy clenched stronger. I heard him whisper, “So damn tight,” then louder, he said, “I know you were watching. I thought about it when we were fighting. I didn’t hear you come in, you didn’t flick on the lights. Why is that, hmmm?”
He flit his tongue once, lightly, over my clit. Then he nipped down the length of both inner thighs. I took this as torture to goad me into answering.
“Yesss…” I managed to say, “I loved watching you.”
His response was to take my clit in his mouth once more and suck it until I could barely stand. Pleasure rocketed through me in powerful shocks. I gave a shrill, long moan and pressed his face deeper into my pussy.
The thrust of his fingers inside my cunt grew frantic, in time with my thrashing hips. My stomach tightened in time with my constricting pussy, trying to milk every ounce of bliss from his touch. Orgasm exploded outward from my clit, when he used his teeth to gently nip it over the edge. My legs trembled so hard I slid down the wall, unable to stand any longer.
He bundled me into his strong arms and helped me to the floor. I panted as he pinned me to the carpet. His knees pressed tight against my hips. He bent down to whisper in my ear, and his sweat-soaked body pressed into mine. “If you liked watching her squirt, I’m sure you’ll love doing it yourself. Let me fuck you till you come.” His cock glided over the side of my pussy, and I arched up to meet it.
“Yesss.” I dry humped his slippery penis against my leg. “Ohhh, pleassse, yesss.” I was surrounded by sexual torment, after all, and I had decided now was the time to get some much needed release.
He left me long enough to grab a fresh condom from the open pack on the floor. Moments later, the thin sheathe covered his glistening, impressive erection, and he placed himself back between my legs. He watched me with large, dark eyes as he rested my ankles on his shoulders. His smoldering gaze made it difficult to breathe, to think. As his dick pierced my pussy, I arched my back deeply, crying out. My pussy walls clamped around his shaft like a vice.
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