“What do you want to do right now?”
He hesitates for a moment, but it’s a mere second.
“I want to find out what your lips taste like.”
“What’s stopping you?”
He eyes my red lips and then asks, “Do I have your permission?”
“Granted,” I breathe.
Tiger presses his lips firmly to mine and a moan escapes me. His tongue gently slides against mine and his hand grazes up my thigh. I spread my legs for him like a wanton woman and he growls deep in his throat. He breaks the kiss and rasps, “You want this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I murmur, pulling his hand up to my secret space.
His hand mashes against me there, and his fingertips find the crotchless part of the panties. Understanding sparks in his eyes, and a sly smile takes his lips before he kisses me again. His touch is electric, just like his mouth. Each connection with him makes me want more and I mewl as his fingertips glide along my wetness until he finds my clit. I gasp in his mouth and he grins knowingly.
“Right there?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
His kisses grow even more intense, as though I could be the last woman he ever tastes. I am slick in his hands and my hips start to gyrate. Then, a finger enters me and he pants. “God, you’re so wet.”
“Mm-hmm,” I moan.
“Are you here just for this tonight? Or do you want more?”
“More,” I manage to gasp.
He nods once, then kisses me again, while his fingers delve deep inside. I roll my hips against them and groan into his mouth. My blood boils, and I want him to take me. I pull his fingers from me, and then lean back while pulling him on top of me.
The corner booth has a wide seat, so I have plenty of room to relax. A thick armrest makes a wonderful pillow, but a server discreetly comes by and takes our drinks in case things get out of hand. Neither of us pay him any attention.
Tiger wedges himself between my hips and I wrap my legs around him. He gently fondles my tits over the corset, while kissing me again. Then his mouth travels down and over the soft exposed skin that spills out over the corset. My breasts quiver and gently he pulls down the cups before suckling one pink crest.
I moan and toss my head because it feels incredible. His bulge keeps pressing against my clit, but it’s through his leather trousers, and I crave more of him. I pant, “Oh my God, you’re driving me crazy!”
He slowly strokes his tongue over my mounds. Then, he lets out a dominant chuckle between licks, “You need it, don’t you?”
“Yes!” my heart bangs in my chest.
“Tell me.”
“I need you to fuck me, Tiger!” I whisper, my eyes wide and pupils dilated. His lets out another growl, and there’s something that’s just so familiar about him, but I still can’t place it. Nonetheless, he’s moving so fast that my mind empties of all thought. Tiger grabs a condom from a nearby bowl, and then watches my face as he unbuttons and unzips. His cock pops free and my eyes bulge. The shaft is enormous, at least nine inches, with an enormous ruddy head and a thickness that makes my mouth go dry.
“My God, is that real?”
He nods.
“Let me feel it,” I pant, reaching down to touch him. The skin is warm and very real, but still it’s concerning. “Jesus, I’m not sure you’ll fit.”
“One way to find out,” he smirks, holding up the condom and waiting for my answer.
I nod before taking a big breath.
“I want to find out.”
Tiger gives me a knowing smile as he slides the condom on. I lay back once more and watch as he leans over me. He rubs the tip over my wetness, before slowly sinking into me. His girth stretches me so wide that I’m utterly drunk on the sensation. When he finally gets himself completely in, I have no words.
My language becomes a series of ethereal pants and sighs. His every stroke sets fire to a new part of me, some of which had never been touched before. I cry out as animal moans escape my lips.
My legs belt around his waist, letting me pull him even deeper. He growls under his breath as my nails dig into his back, through his shirt. I’m sure there will be scratches tomorrow, but he doesn’t seem to care. I cock my hips up to receive his powerful thrusts. My body rolls under his and soon, I can’t control myself. My breath comes out in a frenzy of chokes and huffs, as orgasm explodes in my body.
“Oh!” I scream. “Unnnh!”
Meanwhile, Tiger is churning like a freight train on top of me. His hips are powerful, pistoning into my wetness again and again as his throat and chest tighten. Suddenly, he jerks, his expression a mask of ecstasy. But something goes awry during that moment. Either my arm brushes his mask, or our movements are too vigorous because all of a sudden, the tiger mask is knocked off.
“Fuck!” he roars. “Shit!”
I’m letting out my own wail of pleasure which becomes a muffled cry of half-ecstasy, half-horror.
“UnnnhhhhMisterMarshalllll? Oh my god!”
Because as my body locks down, my eyes go wide even as my pussy pulses. It’s Brent Marshall inside me!
“Oh my god!” I scream and come again, even harder this time. The throb is too much to fight and it overtakes me. As my body loses control, I suck him even deeper. Unfortunately, in the throes of ecstasy, my head grinds into the armrest and my mask pulls half off, leaving it awkwardly dragged over part of my nose.
Now it’s Brent’s turn to cry out with horror.
“Jane?!” he shouts as he comes once more. “Shit!”
Oh god, what have we done? Did I just fuck my best friend’s dad?
4
Brent
* * *
In that crazy moment, we stare into one another’s eyes. We are spent, sweaty, and totally disbelieving. This can’t have happened. I did not just have crazy monkey sex with the hottest woman here, who also happens to be my daughter’s best friend.
But it’s true. The curvy girl props herself up on one elbow and is about to speak, but nothing comes out. She’s as breathless as I am. I quickly look out toward the crowd and move my mask back in place where it’s meant to be. She follows suit. I’m still inside of her, so I carefully pull out and say, “I’ll be right back.”
I hurry to the restroom, disposing of the used condom. Then I look at myself in the mirror. The same man looks back at me, except for the dazed look in his brown eyes. What the fuck did I just do? The Cube was supposed to be a way for me to get away from my real life, but instead, I’ve been pulled right back in in the most unexpected fashion.
Shit. I’m so fucked. Jane has been Harlow’s friend since they were little girls. I literally remember her as a scrawny little thing with buckteeth and braces. But the woman I just made love to is no innocent darling. She’s a lush, giving woman who took all of me in one stroke.
To make things worse, I’ve been noticing Jane for a few years now. It’s wrong because she’s so goddamn young, but only a blind man could fail to see those voluptuous assets. There was a day when she came in from the patio, and I popped a boner immediately. She and Harlow were in the pool outside, and despite the fact that Jane was in a one piece, I immediately saw those enormous tits and big hips. I wanted in, and I wanted in immediately.
But I was careful to stay behind the counter so she couldn’t see my insistent manhood.
“Hi, how’s it going?” I managed to get off.
“Great, Mr. Marshall!” she chirped with a cheery smile. “I’m just going to get my towel. Can’t get dry without it!” she quipped.
I managed a chuckle, although I’m sure it sounded strangled and hoarse. But Jane didn’t seem to notice, and with another wave, she was gone.
But now, we’ve crossed those boundaries. I literally just made love to the sensuous vixen who practically grew up in my house. Shit. What do I do?
Clenching my jaw, I make my way back out to the booth. The Cube is the same and yet, it’s not the same at all. People mill about, totally unaware of the
tension in my veins, and I do my best to appear normal.
Fortunately, Jane’s still at the corner booth. She looks lush and lovely still, but also a bit stunned. I sit down and she can barely even look at me. Her breasts tremble, and against my better judgment, my fingers itch to touch her again.
“Jane,” I begin in a low voice. “We’re adults, and we can do whatever we want. It’s not a big deal.” Her big brown eyes look up at me and I can’t read them.
“That was different,” she acknowledges in a whisper so quiet I have to lean forward.
“Different,” I echo in agreement.
“Mr. Marshall –”
I stop her there.
“I think you should call me Brent now, don’t you?”
Her cheeks flush.
“Mr. Marsh, I mean Brent,” she begins. “What are you doing here? Why are you at the Cube?”
I shoot her a wry look from behind my mask.
“For all the reasons I stated before. Privacy, discretion, and a good time.”
She inhales heavily.
“But this wasn’t supposed to happen.”
I nod.
“Yes, but it wasn’t not supposed to happen either.”
She looks at me while cocking her head.
“What do you mean?”
I sigh and look around. There are more people making love now, and naked bodies seem to cover all surfaces. In fact, I see a threesome eyeing our booth enviously. I take her small hand in my own.
“Listen, do you want to get out of here and talk about it? I’m all for talk, honey, but I don’t think this is the right setting.”
Jane looks around just as the cacophony of moans around us grows. She nods.
“You’re right,” she says. “Let’s go elsewhere.”
With that, it’s settled. I take her hand and lead her to the entrance where we collect our things. Then, we step into the night air, which is bracing and cold. Jane pulls her coat more tightly around those narrow shoulders.
“Where to?” she asks.
A twinkle sparkles in my eye.
“The future,” I murmur. “Follow me.”
I take the lead on the road, Jane following me in her little sedan. It’s a short thirty-minute drive to Roscoe’s even as my heart thumps the entire way. After all, what am I going to say? It’s one thing to be a member of a sex club, but it’s another to make love to your daughter’s best friend by accident.
But I don’t regret it one bit. She was so giving and lovely that I just want to do it again.
I park and admire Jane’s curves as she steps from her little Fiat. Even in a full-length trench coat, she’s utterly gorgeous and the excess fabric can’t hide it.
“Ready?” I ask, tilting my head towards the door.
She nods firmly, giving the sash on her belt a quick jerk.
“As much I’ll ever be.”
We enter, and the diner is oddly soothing. Fluorescent lights glare overhead, and there’s the comforting smell of hash browns and coffee wafting through the air even though it’s two a.m. Then again, maybe I’m just starved. We take a seat in one of the corner booths, the pleather cracked and old. Jane smiles hesitantly.
“So,” she begins.
“So,” I say with a smile.
She blushes and bites her lip.
“So Mr. Marshall, I mean Brent, why were you at the Cube?”
I nod and sit back a little, thinking about what I’m going to say.
“I go to the Cube because something’s lacking in my life. I know I look like a guy who has it all: money, a great job, my own company, and a sweet daughter. But something’s missing. Maybe I’m having a mid-life crisis, but no one needs me anymore. Kombuchaid practically runs itself. Harlow’s a grown woman with her own responsibilities. Even Gray doesn’t need me. Since getting married, my friend’s turned into a bit of a dud.”
She’s silent, and I push ahead.
“Every day is like Groundhog Day. There’s paperwork, meetings, strategic planning sessions, and more meetings. Every. Damn. Day.”
Jane blushes.
“I get it. I feel that way sometimes at the insurance agency. Everything’s on repeat and there’s no stopping it. But I had no idea that CEOs could feel that way too.”
I laugh.
“Well, I’m co-CEO with Gray, but I think that just makes it worse. He’s such a capable motherfucker that there’s very little for me to do now.” I swallow some coffee and continue. “I need something amazing in my life. Someone amazing.”
She quirks her head at me in a cute way.
“But what about all the women you date, Brent? Harlow keeps saying you’re so busy all the time with all these different women.”
I frown. “No, not really. I think my daughter is given to exaggeration, and the truth is that the women I know bore me. They’re so venal and materialistic that sometimes, I’m ashamed just to be seen with them. And being around Harlow and Gray is hard.”
“Why is that?” her voice softens with concern.
I gulp and then confess.
“I love them, I do, but it’s difficult to be around them because they have what I want. I want a partner in life, someone who makes me happy and who will give me more children. That’s my dream. Isn’t it terrible? I’m jealous of my own daughter’s happiness. What kind of asshole does that make me?”
But Jane merely takes my hand across the table, her look warm and accepting.
“I know what you mean,” she says in a quiet voice. “I’ve felt that way ever since they got married too.”
At that moment, our hash browns arrive, and the crispy scent is pure heaven. We dig in and I keep the conversation moving because it’s so easy to talk to Jane.
“The women my daughter mentioned? They don’t interest me. Most of the time, they remind me of my ex, Catherine, with their three B’s: bones, bitchiness, and boredom.”
Jane snort-laughs and blushes sweetly. “It can’t be that bad.”
But I shake my head over another forkful of hash browns.
“It is. That’s why I joined the Cube. To be honest, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen at the club, but at least I’d be able to meet a different type of woman. Someone lush, who likes to explore. Someone with imagination, and a sense of daring. Someone like you.”
Now, Jane is scarlet.
“Brent, you have to stop.”
I’m silent for a moment.
“Do you want me to?”
She pauses and thinks but then shakes her head.
“No, I like it when you compliment me.”
I squeeze her hand.
“Sweetheart, my cards are out on the table. You’ve already caught me red-handed so I might as well jump from the frying pan and into the fire. I’ve had a crush on you for years, Jane. I’ve never said anything because of our situation. You and Harlow have been best friends since you were children, so what kind of dirty old pervert does that make me? I’m more than twenty years your senior, but I’ve been noticing you for a couple of years now.”
She smiles teasingly.
“I’m twenty-five, Mr. Marshall. Are you sure it’s only been for a couple of years?”
This woman knows me inside out.
“Okay, more than a couple. Since before I should have been noticing you, let’s put it that way. But given that we’ve already … ahem, “met” at the Cube, I don’t see any reason to stop now. Do you?”
She quirks her head at me.
“What do you mean?”
I shrug, trying to look casual, even if this is the most important part of the conversation.
“You love your friends and your parents, and you work hard to meet your goals. You’re smart. You are stunningly beautiful. And you fuck like your life depends on it. We obviously get along great physically, and the attraction is definitely there. So what do you think?”
She blinks several times, before she asks, “You mean, like dating?”
This time, it’s my turn to shoot
her a wry smile.
“Like definitely dating, sweetheart. What do we have to lose?”
She bites her lip.
“But Harlow.”
I stop her.
“My daughter is old enough to understand, and besides, she’s married to a man who’s twenty years her senior. She’s not a problem at all.”
Jane giggles and nods then.
“You’re right. Let’s do it.”
Those words flow over my soul, making me incredibly happy. On impulse, I lean over the table, take her face in my hands, and kiss her right there in the middle of the diner. But Jane is no shy pansy. She bites my bottom lip and it drives me wild. I want to ravish her, right now, right here, but this isn’t the Cube. This is Roscoe’s, and we’d be arrested for public indecency.
Instead, I sit back reluctantly, even as I stare at her with hungry eyes.
“You won’t regret it, sweetheart. I’ll make sure this is worth your time.”
Jane merely smiles cheekily at me again.
“I know you’ll make it worth it, Mr. Marshall, because I’ve had a crush on you for a long time too.”
Now it’s my turn to bolt forward.
“Are you serious?”
She giggles and nods.
“I feel like it’s been forever. My friend Harlow’s hot dad? The one who’s always in the yard with his shirt off? Oh yeah, I’ve been noticing you for a long time too.”
With that, my heart lurches and I stare at the curvy girl with unabated hunger. She likes me, and doesn’t think I’m some sick perv! I grab her hand again and take a vow, right there in Roscoe’s.
“Let’s see where this goes, sweetheart, and I promise you it will be good.”
The curvy girl merely laughs and blushes again, but never was a sound so sweet to my ears.
5
Brent
* * *
All I can think about is Jane. It’s silly, really. The whole thing is ludicrous. She practically grew up in my house, but I feel like I’ve never really seen her until now. Jane Cuesta, my daughter’s best friend, is now my lover. The things she can do in the sack? Ah-MAZE-ing.
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