“Someone cheated on you?”
She shakes her head. “No. My parents taught me that lesson. I never wanted to feel the pain my mother did, so I kept men at arm’s length. If they got too close…”
She averts her eyes, turning her face away, but I pull her chin back to me. “What?”
“I became the cheater. I sabotaged the relationship. I did the hurting to protect myself.”
“I see.”
“I lied to you. I told you I believed everyone wanted to be in love, and what you said is true. Some people are too afraid to be hurt to fall in love. I’m too afraid.” She wipes another tear. “I hate being this way. I feel broken. I’m almost thirty and I have no idea how to have a healthy relationship. I like you so much, and it terrifies me. I don’t want to hurt you.” After a pause, she fixes her beautiful blue eyes on me. “And I feel something for Ben. Something I haven’t defined. I don’t want to hurt him either. I don’t want you to hurt him because of me.”
She lies her head on my shoulder, and I hold her close. She has feelings for Ben too, something I’m not sure how to tackle. I’m not sure what to say so we sit silently until inspiration comes to me.
“Georgie?”
She gazes up at me. “Yes?”
“We don’t have to talk about falling in love. All we have to do is decide we want to spend time together. Just you and me. We just have to decide if we want to try. I’m thirty-seven, and I’ve never been in a long term relationship. We’re basically on equal ground here.”
“You deserve a woman who is good inside. Not a cheater.”
“Hey. You’ve never cheated on me. Maybe you never will.”
“I don’t want to fuck up with you.”
“You won’t. We’ll talk through things when they get scary. Just like we’re talking now. Like we talk about Ben. In our short relationship, I believe we’ve been very open with each other. All we have to do right now is commit that we’ll continue that openness. We’ll give each other a chance. I personally think you’re worth it. I hope you feel I’m worth it for you.”
She finally smiles. “Of course I do. I think you’re an amazing person. I want to get closer to you. I just don’t know what will happen next.”
“Who does?” I lean in and kiss her and she wraps her arms around my neck. “Stay the night with me? Allow me to make love to you. Please. Will you stay?”
She cups my cheek. “Absolutely.”
Chapter 20 Ben
In the taxi on the way to Kate’s, we can barely keep our hands off each other. She leans into me, kissing my neck and rubbing her tits on my arm. She’s not at all what I expected in a good way. When we pull up in front of her apartment, I pay the driver and we hurry up the stairs. Inside her apartment, Kate lunges at me, throwing herself into me and kissing me hard. She pulls at my clothes, breathing hard against my mouth. After fumbling with my dress shirt, I pull it off and she moves her mouth to my chest, sucking and biting my nipples. I bury my fingers in her hair, blown away by her aggression. She steps back just enough to look me in the eyes. Saying nothing, she pulls her dress over her head and throws it on the floor. She’s standing in front of me in nothing but her heels and a white lacy panty and bra set. She has smallish tits, but a tiny waist and curvy hips.
“Do you want to see me?”
I nod. “Fuck yeah.”
She reaches behind and unhooks her bra, letting it fall. They’re perky with big nipples. Perfect. I approach her, wrap my arm around her waist, and pull her into me where my mouth finds her tits. I suck hard, biting gently and digging my fingers into her fleshy ass.
“You have something?”
She looks up at me. “Something?”
“Condoms.”
“No. I’m on the pill.”
I nod. Fuck. How could I forget condoms? I suddenly remember the spare I put in my wallet in case things went down with Luc again and pull it out. Kate drops to her knees and tugs at my belt. I watch her pull my dick out and go hard on me. She sucks me well, sliding me as far down her throat as she can. I stumble back, leaning against the wall with my fingers buried in her hair.
“Oh fuck, Kate. You’re so good. Fuck.”
She stands in front of me, kissing me hard, while she works my dick and balls with her hands. “Taste me?”
Grinning, I grip her chin. “Yeah. Lie down and spread your legs.” She pulls her panties off and sits on the couch, spreading wide. She has one of those little pink pussies, completely hairless and begging for dick. I drop to my knees and bury my face in her, enjoying her fresh taste. She grinds her pussy on my mouth, tugging at my hair, and thrashing like a wild woman. Christ, she gets into it.
“I’m gonna come so hard, Ben. So hard.”
I slide two fingers inside of her and pump hard, sucking on her clit as she bucks against my mouth. She screams a string of cuss words and squirts all over my face. Fucking A. I’ve never had that happen. Before I can catch my breath, her mouth finds mine and she’s kissing me while working my dick in her hand.
“Fuck me. Please, Ben.”
“Yeah.” I slide the condom on and plunge into her. She sucks in her breath, gripping my arms to hold on. A moment later I shift her so she’s on my lap riding me like I’m a bull.
“Oh god, Ben. So good. Your dick is so good. So big.”
“It feels good, baby?”
She nods, biting into her bottom lip. Her little tits bounce on her chest, so I lean forward trying to get them in my mouth.
“Tell me when you’re ready.”
“Okay.” We fuck for several minutes, our bodies slamming together, until I feel it building. “I’m gonna come.”
“Now?”
“Now.”
She climbs off of me and gets on her knees, pulling the condom off, and starts sucking my cock until I release my load in her mouth. She swallows every ounce, keeping her eyes locked on mine. After a minute, she sits back with a huge smile on her face.
“Fucking perfect.”
I smile, brushing her hair off her face. “Amazing.”
“Was I good? Did you like it?”
“You were awesome.” I lean forward and kiss her. “And your pussy is incredible.”
She smiles. “Would you do it again?”
“Yeah. I will. Give me an hour.”
“So you’re staying?”
“Do you want me to stay?”
“Yeah. I do.”
Chapter 21 Luc
I gaze down at our plates. “Dinner got cold. Want me to reheat it?”
“I’m okay. Why don’t we have dessert now?”
“Good idea. Coffee?”
“No thank you.” She tilts her head. “I thought all Brits drank tea, but I’ve noticed you’re a pretty regular coffee drinker.”
“There isn’t anything all Brits do, love. I drink tea on occasion, but honestly, I’ve always preferred coffee. They even sell it in England.”
She laughs. “That did sound like a terrible American thing to say, didn’t it?”
“You’re forgiven. I’m certain I’m the first proper Brit you’ve been exposed to.”
“Definitely. Where are you from?”
“A place called Peterborough. It’s North of London.”
“Your parents are still there?”
I nod. “My parents, my siblings, everyone.” I gather the plates and start to the kitchen as Georgie follows me.
“Why did you come to America?”
I smile. “I needed to spread my wings. I tried London first, but it wasn’t different enough. I went to Spain and loved it there, but at the end of it all, I wanted an American experience. I found the job I have now and came to Los Angeles.”
She shrugs. “I guess I don’t understand choosing LA when you’ve had exotic choices like Spain and the UK.”
“When you don’t live in America, it’s like a symbol of opportunity. Certainly there is plenty of opportunity around the world and in Europe, but what we see on the telly about America
, and LA specifically, it’s not an experience you can get elsewhere.”
She nods. “I understand that. Do you like it here?”
“I do. I love my job. I love the city. I miss my family, but I make it to them once a year or so. They come every other and act like proper tourists.” She laughs. “What about you?”
“I was born here. I’ve never lived anywhere but California.”
“Do you like it?”
“I guess. It’s just home. It’s what I know. I have a good job and a nice lifestyle.”
“Your name is short for something?”
She laughs softly, watching me cut into the cake. “Georgette.” She scrunches her nose. “Can you imagine looking down at a beautiful baby girl and calling her Georgette?”
I laugh. “It’s a lovely name.”
“It’s an old lady name. In school I went by my middle name Renee, but as I grew older, I wanted to be different so I embraced my old lady name but shortened it. Georgie Matheson sounded good to me.”
“It does.” I slide her a plate with cake on it. “Cheers, love.”
“Cheers.” She takes a bite of cake. “Ooh, it’s good.”
“Delicious. Well done.”
“I didn’t make it.”
“You brought it. Good enough. I do have a wicked sweet tooth.”
She drags the fork past her lips. “So do I.”
“You have the most interesting look on your face. What’s on your mind, darling?”
“I was just imagining this cake smeared all over you and me getting it off again.”
And my dick is hard. “I believe you are the sexiest woman in this city.”
“There’s a lot of women in this city.”
“None like you.” I step closer to her. “I’ve always been incredibly pulled towards you. I am positive no other woman could have coaxed Ben and I to share.”
“Are you happy or sad it happened that way?”
“What do you mean?”
“Would you have preferred it was always just us? Or do you wish I chose one of you?”
I think about her question for a moment, eating a bite of cake. “If I’m honest, I’m fine with how it’s worked out. If we had pushed you to choose, perhaps neither of us would have won. Or maybe Ben would have. I’m with you now, alone, and so if this was the path I had to take to get to you, then so be it.”
“If I had been pushed, I wouldn’t have chosen Ben.”
“You say that now.”
“No, I knew it then. You had over two weeks on him. I liked you a lot. I was just getting to know Ben. I didn’t choose because of your relationship with him. That’s why I left the bar that night. When you suggested the double date, I was excited by the idea. The things we did that night, blew me away. I knew you both were very unique men, and my curiosity was piqued. I had to know more.”
I nod. “It was exciting, wasn’t it?”
“Very.”
“Could you go back to something more conventional. Just one man. Or will you miss Ben?”
She studies my face for a moment. “Can I be honest?”
“I want nothing else.”
“I hope Ben…” She pauses, biting her bottom lip.
“You hope what?”
“I don’t know how to say it.”
“Just say it. We’ll sort it out.”
“I’m a sexual person. I enjoy it and I love new and wild experiences.” I nod. “I don’t know if ultimate monogamy is something I can do long term.”
“You want to fuck other people?”
“No, just you and Ben.”
It feels like a blow to my chest. “I see. So we’ll always be a threesome?”
“I don’t know what we’ll be.” She puts her fork down and steps close to me, cupping my face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t say it right.”
“What did you mean?”
“I want to try with you.” Her eyes tear up. “I’m still scared, but I like you enough to work through it.”
I nod. “What is Ben’s role?”
“Maybe on occasion, if he’s open to it, if you are...” She shrugs. “He can play with us.”
“Ah. You want to keep him as an option.”
“A sexual option. You like it too. I know you do, but I also know it’s because it’s Ben. It’s the connection we share and the trust. It’s fun.” I say nothing, searching her eyes. “Don’t you remember when Ben and I were on our knees worshipping your beautiful cock? That had to feel so good to have two hungry mouths instead of one.” When I stay silent, she grasps my hands. “Come on, Luc. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I want to think about it. I won’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy Ben. I did. There is an odd attraction between us, but I don’t know if I want to sign up for a relationship that includes a spare. I may always feel like he’s a replacement option.”
She shakes her head. “I get it. I would feel the same way if you wanted to include a woman. Hell, maybe it’s just my attempt to protect myself again. Or in this case, protect you. I can’t cheat if he’s with us.”
It’s becoming clear now. She’s so scared. I reach behind her hair and pull her to me, holding her close and kissing the top of her head. She wraps her arms around my waist, and we stand silently like this for several minutes.
“Georgie?”
“Yes, Luc?”
“We don’t need to make any decisions tonight except for one.” She gazes up at me. “Do you want to try with me?”
She nods. “Yes.”
“Come to my bed, beautiful girl. Let me make love to you.” She nods, giving her hand to me and letting me lead her down the hall. I already have soft music playing, and I take a moment to light a candle. Georgie looks nervous, like it’s her first time.
She smiles as a tiny laugh escapes her lips. “Why am I so nervous?”
“I don’t know, love. It’s just me.”
“I think that’s why. I feel like you stripped away all my armor, and I’m just bare and exposed before you. You could stab my heart, and I couldn’t do anything to stop you.”
“That’s a rather tragic metaphor.” I smile, pulling her into me and dancing slowly to the music. “Georgie girl, you are beautiful.” I brush my thumb across her cheek. “So bloody beautiful. I think about your face all day long until I can see it again. I won’t stab your heart. Instead, I’ll show you that not only can you trust me, you can trust yourself. Armor is heavy and you don’t need it anymore.” I dip her low bringing a smile to her face. “Now, let’s put all these deep thoughts away and focus on the moment.”
“I can do that.”
I lift her up and step behind her, slowly unzipping her dress. “Speaking of bare and exposed.”
She laughs. “Why are you so sexy?”
“Inspiration, love.” I kiss her bare shoulder. “Why have you seeped into my bloodstream?”
She twists around, tugging her dress down to show me she’s not wearing a bra. “Just luck I guess.”
I pull the rest of her dress off and push her back until she’s leaning against the bed. Sliding down to my knees, I drag my fingers over her sweet pussy. “No bra or knickers tonight?”
“It’s hot outside.”
I smile. “It’s always hot where you are.”
She tousles my hair. “What are you gonna do down there?”
“Feast.” I bury my face between her legs, sucking and licking her delicious pussy. Her flavor is unique- slightly sweet but not like anything I’ve experienced. It’s addicting. I position myself so that I’m underneath her well enough she can wrap both her legs over my shoulders, and then I go hard, reaching my tongue as far back as possible before returning to the sweet spot and sucking her clit. Georgie moans loudly, rocking back and forth on my mouth, getting everything she needs. I could literally do this to her for hours if she would allow it. When my eyes shift up, her head is thrown back and she’s whimpering, which only encourages me. I want her to lose herself completely in my grasp. I dig my fingers
into her thighs, pulling her down to me even more. My entire face is buried inside her pussy. I draw her lips in my mouth, sucking slowly as she cries out my name.
“Oh fuck.”
“Come for me, love. Let yourself go.”
“Oh, Luc, fuck, baby. So good.”
“Mm, yes, you are so good. Fucking delicious, you are. Tell me what you want.”
“Just a little more. I’m so close.”
I focus on her clit, sucking and swirling my tongue over her until she finally arches her back and moans my name. It’s a beautiful sound. Her legs relax and I move up her body, kissing her hard. She cups my face, licking me, with a huge smile.
“You’re fucking brilliant at eating pussy.”
“You are divine, darling. You taste like heaven.”
She plays with my hair. “My turn to taste you. I want you to fucking choke me with that thing.”
“Your mouth.” I grip her chin and kiss her hard. “On your knees, love.”
We change positions and she immediately goes to work on my cock. I watch, impressed with her dedication to deep throating me. Many women have trouble with my size, but Georgie accepts the challenge, greedily swallowing my length. She drags her tongue along the underside, before gently sucking my balls in her mouth. When she returns her focus to my cock, my eyes widen with surprise as she sucks so hard I feel lightheaded.
“Oh, Jesus, Georgie.” I tangle my hands in her hair. “You’re so bloody perfect.”
She’s suddenly above me, stroking my shaft in her hand. “I want you to come for me. I want to drink you up.”
“Fuck.”
She returns to her mission and seconds later, I release a loud groan as I explode in her mouth. She continues sucking hard, causing me a strange mix of intense pleasure and discomfort. I squirm beneath her, but she doesn’t release me until she’s satisfied. I need to catch my breath, but that’s not to happen when Georgie moves up my body, kissing me. I’m shocked when she deposits my own cum in my mouth.
“Don’t you taste so good? I bet you didn’t know what Ben and I know. You are delicious, Luc. I wanted you to know so you understood my obsession. Ben’s desire. My need.”
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