by Frankie Love
“Are you coming?” she asks.
“Hell yes,” I say. You don’t have to tell me twice.
I tear off my suit jacket and the button-up collared shirt beneath it. I’m naked in all of about ten seconds, my cock already beading with precome in anticipation, and I watch Cassidy eyeing it as I climb the steps to join her.
She actually licks her lips, that sexy red lipstick still somehow perfectly applied, and I’ve got a sudden, strong urge to see that mouth wrapped around my cock. But first… first, I’ve got to have a taste of that cookie.
We sit down, the warm water bubbling around our shoulders, and I don’t waste any time. I pull her to me again, parting her lips with my tongue, and am rewarded with a cross between a moan and a gasp that has my cock throbbing beneath the water. When I put my hand on Cassidy’s neck, framing her jaw and bringing her mouth urgently to mine again, I can actually feel her pulse pounding and I know she wants this as bad as I do.
“You are a continual surprise, Cookie,” I say, kissing my way down to her collarbone and sliding onto my knees in front of her.
“Is that so?” she asks, her voice coy. “What did you expect?”
“Suffice it to say, I never thought we’d end up here.”
“Because I was supposed to be a stuffy, prim librarian?”
I smile and nudge her thighs apart. “Something like that.”
She locks eyes with me and says, “Other librarians might do it by the book, but not me.”
“Yeah, I could tell you were special from the minute I saw you,” I tell her and settle my hips between her legs. I take her hips in my hands and pull her to the edge of the seat, and she lets out another gasp, then scoots back again.
I look at her questioningly—did I do something wrong? But she smiles and explains, “Found a jet.”
“Mmm,” I groan, taking it as a challenge. I grab her hips again and slide her forward until she’s squirming against the pulsing water—until a peculiar wave of jealousy surges up in my gut. I’ve never been jealous of my hot tub before, but tonight seems like a night for a lot of new things.
I hold her steady over the jet even as she squirms, until neither of us can take it a second longer. Cassidy lets out a loud moan, almost a scream, and in the same instant, I run my fingers through her swollen pussy lips, slick even in the water. She moans again, lacing her hands around the back of my neck and throwing her head backward as I push one finger into her tight little hole.
She reacts immediately, thrusting her hips to take me deeper into her. She knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. God, I’ve never wanted anyone more.
“You’re so tight,” I say as she lifts her head again and starts riding my hand.
Suddenly, she’s looking a little bashful. “Well, I’ve never…”
If I could stop myself, I would pause. But her pussy is clenching around my finger and my cock is throbbing with need. I keep finger fucking her as I clarify, “You’re a virgin?”
“Oh God,” she yells instead of an answer, bouncing harder, her tits bobbing in the water with each thrust. I add a second finger and she’s so ready for it that she takes it easily, her shouts of pleasure turning into one long moan. “Oh Chuck, yes, that feels so good.”
She’s close. I can feel her tightening around me again, and I curl my fingers to hit her G-spot. And that’s when she loses it completely.
“Oh God, I’m coming,” she cries, and then she goes wild against my hand, bucking and thrusting and taking what she needs. It’s everything I can do to hold back my own orgasm because this is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
She’s so uninhibited, so free, so completely oblivious as she comes against my hand. Christ, what would it feel like to have her lose herself like that on my cock?
When her orgasm finally subsides and Cassidy collapses back in her seat, a blissful smile on her lips and desire still running behind her eyes, I think I might be in love.
I’m definitely in trouble.
7
Cassidy
I feel like melted butter beneath Chuck’s weight, the warm water swirling around us and making me giddy and a little bit dizzy.
When I finally open my eyes, he’s looking at me with such intensity and desire that I almost want to climb onto his lap and do it all again. But I really am getting sort of warm in this hot tub, and my head’s spinning from what just happened.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod. “I think I could use a glass of water.”
He smiles, stands up and holds out his hand to me. His cock is still hard as a rock and bobbing just above the water line, and I can’t help staring. I can’t help wondering how incredible he would feel inside of me, my thighs wrapped around him.
By the way he’s staring back, I know we’re on the same page.
“Come on,” he coaxes, and I stand too.
He helps me out of the hot tub and hands me a towel and then a plush robe from a cabinet against the wall. While I dry off, I watch Chuck bend over, still perfectly nude, to scoop up our clothes. He’s being careful not to get them wet from the water that’s running off his body in rivulets, and frankly, I couldn’t give a damn about that.
I’m too busy licking my lips and hungering for more of him.
Chuck doesn’t bother with a robe of his own. He walks naked across the deck and I follow him back into the house, where he pats a stool at the kitchen island and I hop up on it. Then he gets me a glass of water and situates himself distractingly between my thighs while I drink it.
“One more question,” he says.
“Two,” I correct him. I haven’t lost track of our speed dating game.
He smiles and asks, “Did I hear you correctly out there… you’re a virgin?”
He’s kissing my neck, nudging the robe open and sliding his hands inside of it, and I can barely hold onto my senses long enough to set the empty water glass down, let alone answer coherently.
“Mmmm,” I murmur instead, sliding my heels up the backs of his thighs and then locking my ankles behind his back. His cock presses against my core, an infuriatingly thick layer of fleece between us.
“Are you?” he presses. “How is that possible?”
He bows his head and suckles my bared breast, his tongue rolling over my nipple and instantly hardening it.
“The timing just wasn’t ever right,” I manage at last. “I never met the right guy.”
“The One,” he says, my breast still in his mouth.
“Maybe,” I answer. Honestly, I don’t know if I’ve been waiting for just the right guy, or The Right Guy. But I know what I want right now—I know that without a shadow of a doubt. “I want you, Chuck. Now.”
I reach between us and take his cock in my hand, and I love the look of surprise and delight in his eyes. I also love the velvety smoothness of his shaft in my palm, and the groan that he lets out as I stroke it.
Me. I did that.
And I want more.
I want all of him. Inside me. Now.
“God, you’re incredible,” he groans again, thrusting into my fist. Then he lifts me off the stool and I let out a surprised yelp. “I need you in my bed,” he says. “God, I need all of you.”
He carries me down a short hallway and into a room darkened by shades drawn over large windows. There’s a king-size bed on one wall and Chuck drops me playfully onto it, then pounces on top of me. He tears the robe away and at last, I feel his rock-hard cock pressing urgently against my belly.
“Oh yes,” I murmur, nearly wordless with desire. “Oh, Chuck…”
He reaches down and takes his cock in his hand, sliding the tip through my wet folds, getting slick with my juices. He’s big and thick, but my body is aching for him.
“I’m ready,” I say. “Please… fuck me. Make me come again.”
He grins. “God, I love that mouth, little miss prim librarian. I’d like to fuck that too.” He leans down and kisses me, claims my mouth with his tongue. “But firs
t… I think you need to be fucked properly, like you deserve, like you’ve been waiting for.”
His words alone have my face feeling hot and my core pulsing with need.
He presses that hard, perfect cock against my opening, and his chocolatey eyes meet mine as he plunges inside—slowly at first, sheathing himself within me until our hips meet, and then he pauses, letting me get used to his size.
“Oh my God,” I whine beneath him, my core already clenching around his cock with the first subtle waves of an orgasm. “Oh God, you feel good.”
“So do you,” he breathes. “Perfect.”
And then he starts to move again. With each thrust, I can feel my climax building deep inside of me, something more powerful than I’ve ever felt before. And Chuck never takes his eyes off mine.
Even for a virgin, I know this isn’t fucking—it’s lovemaking.
And it’s incredible.
He thrusts deep and slow, seeming to know exactly what I want and need, and the moment I tip over into another orgasm, Chuck grins above me and flips us over. He never loses the pace, just rolls us until I’m straddling him, bracing myself against his firm chest, and his hands are on my hips, bouncing me faster and faster on his cock as I lose myself.
“God, I love watching you come,” he growls, bucking even harder into me.
I’m like a ragdoll riding him as my entire body quakes with the orgasm, and then suddenly I feel his thick, hot seed filling me up. It’s so good it makes me shiver and tilt into a whole new wave of pleasure as we come together.
By the end, I’ve collapsed on top of him, my thighs straddling him, his cock still deep inside me, and we’re both breathing heavy.
“Holy shit,” he gasps at the ceiling.
“Yeah,” I agree. “That was…” But there are no words, so I just trail off.
He chuckles. “Yeah.”
At last, I roll off him, and Chuck immediately pulls me close, tucking me against his side like he never wants to let me go. And to be perfectly honest, I don’t think I want him to.
Except…
“Oh no,” I groan as I catch a glimpse at the time, illuminated in soft white letters on a sleek black cube that I assume is an alarm clock in keeping with the rest of the house’s modern style.
“What?”
“Is that clock accurate?” I ask.
“Of course.”
I groan again. It’s already nearing midnight and I’ve completely lost track of time.
Chuck rolls onto his side to look at me. “What’s the matter? Are you going to turn into a pumpkin if you’re not home by midnight?”
“No,” I say, “but I’ve got a house full of busybodies who will ask an unending string of questions if I’m out all night. The challenges of living at home…”
He props himself up on one elbow. “I think it’s nice—you’ve got a whole house full of people who care about you.”
I smile. “I guess that’s true. Anyway, you better take me home now, Prince Charming.”
He pouts in protest, pulling me close and kissing me one more time before he lets me go, and I’m surprised at how much I want to stay here too. This really has been a perfect evening, and I’m sorry to see it end.
Sorrier still that I won’t have the pleasure of seeing—and taking advantage of—Chuck’s morning wood tomorrow.
8
Chuck
I’ve never had a harder time dropping a woman off at her front door. I didn’t want to let Cassidy go, but when a light turned on upstairs in her parents’ farmhouse, she stole one last kiss and disappeared through the front door.
And I went home, lay down on the sheets that still smelled intoxicatingly like her, and wondered what the hell just happened.
I haven’t been able to keep my mind off her for more than about five minutes at a stretch since then. And that’s why I’m pulling up to the library a little before noon, hoping to catch her in time for her lunch break.
The moment I walk in the library, however, a blonde about her age and wearing a library name tag intercepts me at the circulation desk.
“You’re Chuck McArthur, aren’t you?” She asks. I give her nametag a quick glance—Brooklyn, Teen Services Librarian—and before I can answer, she’s given me a once-over too and noticed the bouquet I’m carrying. “Oh my gosh, are those for Cassidy? I heard Charles finally wore you two down.”
“I was–”
I’m trying to tell her that I’d love to see Cassidy if she’s available, but again, Brooklyn doesn’t let me get a word in edgewise. Instead, she alerts the entire building that I’m here in a rather unlibrarianly shout.
“Cassidy, you have a visitor at circulation!” she calls out, then turns back to me with a wink. “She’ll be over in a minute, I’m sure.”
I laugh. “Thanks.”
“No problem,” she says, giving me a grin that makes me wonder just how much of our date Cassidy told her about this morning. Not that I mind the idea. It means she’s been thinking about me too.
Brooklyn skips away, and sure enough, Cassidy emerges out of the stacks a couple minutes later, her arms loaded down with multiple copies of The Secret Life of Bees. When she sees me, her eyes light up.
“Chuck, what are you doing here?”
“Would it be sappy to tell you that I missed you?” I ask, taking the pile of books from her before they spill out of her arms and helping her stack them on the circulation desk.
“A little,” she says. “But I’m okay with sappy.”
“What’s all this?” I ask, pointing to all the Sue Monk Kidd on the counter.
“Next month’s book club pick,” she says. “I’m going to make honey cocoa truffles to go with the theme.” Her eyes fall on the bouquet and she’s more bashful about it than Brooklyn, but she asks, “What’s that?”
“These are for you,” I say, holding the bouquet out for her, wrapped in butcher paper and tied with twine. “They’re from my grandmother’s garden,” I explain. “Gramps still tends it every day.”
“And he let you cut them?” she asks, holding the bouquet like something precious.
“Let me?” I laugh. “When I told him how well our date went, he got the shears himself.”
“Well, tell him thank you—for the roses and for the blind date—if you see him before I do,” she says, bringing the roses up to her nose and inhaling their perfume. As she does it, her chest rises in the white cotton button-up blouse she’s wearing, and a tendril of hair from her messy bun falls down over her eyes.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful… or sexier.
Visions from our date last night flash through my mind and I’ve got a sudden urge to sweep everything off the circulation desk and lay her down on it.
“Go out with me again,” I say.
She looks up at me, those emerald-green eyes dancing with mischief. “Whatever happened to ‘dating’s not a priority’?” She nibbles her lower lip, then lowers her voice to a whisper. “Are you saying you want more than a one-night stand with the naughty librarian?”
“Cookie, I just want to have fun, but if you were a library book, I’d just keep checking you out til I hit my renewal limit,” I say.
“A library pun,” she says, her lips curling into a smile.
“Too soon?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No, I’d say it was long overdue.”
“Well, all I have to say is that it would be a Crime and Punishment if you don’t go out with me again,” I say. I know we’ve flown past corny several puns ago, but she’s laughing, and in the end I get what I want: she says yes.
“When?”
“Tonight,” I tell her. And the truth is that even though we just met, I don’t think I can survive much longer than that without her.
“Okay,” she says. “Pick me up at six.”
I give her a kiss—and steal a quick pinch of that supple ass in an irresistible pencil skirt—and as I’m walking out of the library, I notice Brooklyn and another twenty-so
mething librarian standing in the stacks, spying on the whole thing and grinning their heads off.
The next few weeks are a blur of delicious food, nerdily literary conversations, and so damn much nakedness.
I can barely keep my hands off Cassidy, and I can also hardly concentrate on my work when she’s not around. I even read the senior book club’s selection with her because Cookie’s got to read it for work and I can’t tear myself away from her long enough to let her curl up with it alone.
I’d much rather she curl up with me.
So we sit in my hot tub together and take turns reading aloud. We pretty much never make it longer than a chapter or two without pouncing on each other, but miraculously, we make it to the end in time for the next book club meeting.
Other highlights from an entire month of being wildly, unreasonably obsessed with each other: watching Cassidy’s full, bare breasts bounce in front of my eyes as she rides me frantically in the back seat of my car, like we’re horny teenagers who can’t get enough of each other.
Hell, actually feeling like horny teenagers who can’t get enough of each other.
The sight of her body, plump and curvy, in the moonlight when we go skinny dipping in Golden Creek late one evening.
The way she gets all bashful and shy every time I drop her off at home after one of our adventures, when she has to pretend she didn’t just deepthroat my cock with that pretty mouth of hers.
The way I can’t ever stop thinking about her, no matter how many times we reassure each other that we’re just having fun…
9
Cassidy
The night before book club, I’m in my parents’ kitchen with a whole island full of ingredients spread out in front of me and a cocoa-powder-coated apron tied around my waist.
It’s pretty much the first night I haven’t spent with Chuck in the last three weeks, and both Nora and Brooklyn have taken the opportunity to descend on me, seeking juicy gossip and details.
