Chapter 8

At a soft nudge, I opened my lids to find the room darker and Elaine standing over me. With red lipstick gleaming under her sparkling hazel eyes, she wore a fuchsia camisole and a flirty, pleated red skirt. With it dangling, framing her face, her hair feathered over her shoulders. The scents of soap and elegant French perfume tickled my nostrils. My heart raced. My girlfriend? What would Karen...?

“Wake up, sleepyhead.” Elaine pressed her fingertips into my ribs once more.

Rather than reply, I ran my fingers up the warm, silky back of her leg, pushing the little skirt upwards to cup her ass; a tremor wriggled under my palm. With a murmured whimper, she flicked her shiny eyes to the open door. Her husband was in the kitchen, plating the shrimp creole. Apparently, he’d also washed and now wore a dark sports coat over a white-collared shirt and black slacks. I’d really been out of it. Soft hair slithered over me while she dropped her quivering lips to mine. As another whimper pulled from her, her little tongue pushed through to find mine. When I squeezed my fingers into her firm globe, her nails raked across my chest.

The gleam—that gleam had returned when she lifted away, struggling for air. “God, Tommy. I want you.”

With a chuckle, I skimmed my palm behind her leg and sat up before leaning in to place a kiss on the center of her stomach. As her hands combed through my hair, her heartbeat thumped under my lips. While another whimper slipped from her, she swayed into me; I moved my outstretched fingers along her back. With a smile, I pushed her far enough to stand, grazing her little spikes while lifting her thin camisole as I rose to my full height.

After gripping her wrist, I led Elaine from the room. At the sound of her strapped heeled sandals clicking on the tile, her husband looked up.

“Hi, Tommy.” He smiled and nodded behind us at the bed. “You were really zonked, my friend.”

As I sucked in the wondrous spicy aroma of shrimp and vegetable goodness, I flashed him a broad smile. “Amazing, Boyd!” I gestured to the large shiny metal pot on the stove from which he was scooping. “That smells amazing. How do you cook that well?”

“Years of practice. And getting it wrong.” He chuckled and then glanced at his wife as she pushed into me to snuggle her lips into my neck.

With a brief nod, he turned to finish plating while I guided Elaine to the table. When I aimed her for her own chair, she gazed up at me. Boyd, carrying our plates, paused to raise an eyebrow at me. Both expected her to ride me during the meal as she’d done at the café; that was our normal last dinner routine. But I had other plans; time to give her a little shove.

After flashing them a grin, I pulled my arm from her and sat, alone. Boyd licked his lips and looked at his wife before setting our plates before us. Eyes narrowing, he kept flicking them between Elaine and me while he poured an aromatic, deep red Merlot into our glasses. Another tradition—a fine Bordeaux for our last dinner together.

With a sigh, he sat beyond his wife. Her eyes remained locked on me as I lifted my glass. I could’ve said anything. It was my time. Well, the time they allotted me. So yeh, I guess it was my time. Karen’s eyes flashed before me; my heart staggered. After pursing my lips, I turned to Elaine and her husband, now holding their glasses, and smiled.

“To gorgeous, sexy women.”

Boyd emitted a chuckle before sipping, while his wife’s face reddened as she chewed her lower lip; her glass shook in her fingers. After everything we’d done, she was nervous, and aroused, because of words? Ah, Tommy, you’re such a fucking idiot. With each of them sending me sidelong glances, and Elaine squirming in her chair, dinner continued in silence, until I finally looked at Boyd.

“So? Europe?”

“Uh, yes. It’s a, uh, partner state-nation summit. It’s a chance to meet with representatives—”

At Elaine’s moan when I placed my hand on her thigh, his eyes flicked to her. As I squeezed, her entire frame wriggled.

“Really been looking forward to riding me, huh?”

As she nodded, Boyd hid his chuckle behind a quick sip of wine. My fingers slipped upwards, shoving her hem over her silken leg. As her legs parted for me, her shiny white teeth sank deep into her lower lip. Heat—sodden, dripping heat—greeted my fingertips. The first tremor rippled through her—deep.

“She this horny at home, Boyd?” While grinning at him, I pressed into her inner thigh; her petals squelched and Boyd’s eyebrow raised.

“Nope—” Another groan, this time of desperation, ripped from his trembling wife when I took my hand away, interrupting him. After a swift flick of his tongue, he continued. “Uh, just with you, Tommy. Only when she’s with you.”

With a nod, I leaned in to enjoy the flavorful shrimp, leaving Elaine gasping for air. As she slurped wine from her shaking glass, she stared at me over the rim. That not-so-secret gleam was ablaze. It was my turn to chuckle as I nodded to Boyd.

“So, meetings, huh?”

“Yeh. They show us what they’re selling and we...” His words petered off when his wife shifted her arm to drop her seeking fingers over my throbbing crotch. With a gulp, he continued. “And we, um, we display ours to them.”

While holding in a moan under Elaine’s clawing nails, I nodded. “Sounds like a good time. All that displaying.” I winked at his wife before adding. “And sharing.”

As she swallowed, her dragging digits scratched my lap, while, beneath her skirt, her sloppy folds squished. Ignoring the fondling, I finished my meal and smiled at Boyd.

“Delicious.” With wine dregs swirling at the bottom, I raised my glass. Elaine pulled her hand away to lift hers as well. “To the chef! I am in awe once again.”

Boyd beamed as he bowed and sipped the last of his. With another chuckle, he leaned forward to fill our glasses.

“Tommy.”

At Elaine’s cracking, low voice, I looked at her, eyebrow lifted, expecting her to ask me to take her dancing. My gaze flicked to Boyd as his expression became—neutral? A deep sigh slipped from him as she continued.

“My husband would like to spend the night with us.” Though her eyes twinkled, there was a hint of nervousness.

“Oh.” Well, my plan could handle that, I guess. She was already plenty turned on, but ... With a sigh, I looked at him. “You sure, Boyd? I’m gonna be fucking her awfully hard. She’ll be making a heck of a lot of noise tonight.”

At that, Elaine wavered, her hand clenching my shaft while her eyes blazed. After a glance at my swollen crotch, her shiny lips fluttered as she emitted a long exhale. Cute, trying to calm herself. It didn’t work. At my leering grin, her face blossomed crimson. The thing is, she’d no clue what I had in store for her. Or that, in actuality, she wouldn’t be making much noise. At all.

“Sure.” Though I managed a tight grin at him, I’d been looking forward to her dancing. I would’ve let her partners get a little more—aggressive before bringing her back to perform for her husband. Then again, she was now my girlfriend; perhaps this would actually be better. After a sip, I added. “Last night? You positive you can’t stay?”

At that, Elaine’s eyes tightened as she glared at Boyd over the rim of her wineglass before glancing at me. After a swallow, he continued to peer at her before sliding his gaze to me. “No ... Uh, ‘fraid not. Duty calls. You understand?”

After a nod, I lifted my own glass to sip. Gleaming, Elaine’s hazel pools swirled. Karen’s would’ve been dark as night in such dim lighting. My hand shook while reaching for her plate. Boyd started to rise, but I waved him down.

“No. No. Remember the rule. You cook, I clean.” Which usually meant me wiping his wife’s glistening juices from me after leaving her dangling from the table edge before gathering the plates. But, as her pleading eyes followed me, I smiled and added. “I’ll start with the plates tonight.”

After a sigh, then a chuckle, he threw up his hands and grinned while I took the dishes into the kitchen. As I washed, at the click clack of Elaine’s heels, I looked out. Hand-in-hand, they stepped onto the patio while sipping their wine. Soon, they sat at one of the tables and chatted. Brows furrowed, Boyd, gesturing to me, was adamant about something. While his wife blanched but at last nodded.

When they leaned in to hold a lingering passionate kiss as her fingers dragged through his hair, a sigh pulled from me. My heart stammered. Such beautiful dark eyes—Karen’s eyes appeared as I turned away to dry the rest of the pans. A real life. That’s what I wanted, something like that. Like what Boyd and Elaine had.

“Enough moping,” I murmured to myself as I hung the towel and retrieved my half-full glass.

It was time to get back to work. A smile crept onto my face as I strode through the main room, gulped my wine, and placed the empty glass on the sideboard.

“Well, time for dessert.” Both looked up as I stepped across the deck, grabbed Boyd’s wife by the wrist, and hauled her to her feet. A puff of air flew from her glittering lips as I tugged her inside and dragged her clicking heels towards the bedroom.

Once beside the bed, I tossed a pair of pillows to one side and another lower before turning to her. A shiver ran through her as I placed my hands on her hips.

“Anything?” I said.

With a gulp, Elaine nodded. Eyes focused on her; I yanked her skirt down her shaking legs. The syrupy aroma of her need burst into my nostrils; my smile broadened. When she raised her fingers to lift her top, I batted them away and snatched it upwards, sending her hair billowing out to land across her shoulders.

A yelp tore from her when I shoved her onto the mattress. She glanced at the pillows.

“Those two under your neck, the other under that pretty little ass,” I commanded.

At the tone in my voice, her eyes widened, but her heels scrambled along the bed as she shoved the white pillows into place. While she shifted, I tugged apart my shirt and dropped my trousers. After having thought about this all day, I ached. Hungry, her hazel pools locked on my throbbing mast as it wobbled before me while I clambered around her.

Once I’d settled with my knees on either side of her head, she glanced up at me while lifting her shaking hands. The glossy-eyed little nymph was vibrating as her legs slid back and forth along the mattress. When I nodded, she lowered her hooked fingers onto my shaft to bend it downward. At the same time, she tilted her head backwards to align my bulb with her opening lips. A slithering bolt of electricity sparkled up my spine at the gentle tap of her tongue. After a swift poke at my slit, the jolt lengthened as she tugged at an early strand.

While she slurped, I scanned her squirming frame. As they glistened, her inner thighs trembled against her squelching, shiny petals. Her perky cones bobbed; their sharp points hard and long. Bright red and glistening, her pulsing clitoris poked up below the thin strip of honey-blonde fur. Yeh, she’d been hoping for her dinner ride. Poor little thing.

With a sigh, I leaned to grip her thighs. Beneath me, her mouth lunged as I pushed forward. A low, winding groan slithered from her as I spread her wider; a shiver frazzled my spine when she sucked deep on my head. The firm fingers of one hand glided along my shaft, while her other had appeared under my heavy globes.

When she rolled and tugged on my balls, a groan ripped from me. I’d also been looking forward to this. Poor little me. Just as I lowered my head, I caught Boyd standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with his hand sliding along his crotch.

Show time.

As soon as I dragged the tip of my tongue along her oozing slit, Elaine gripped me tight, trying to pull me towards her while slurping—hard. After letting her take in as much air as she could, I thrust forward. Her gasp turned wet, then became liquid silence as my knob pushed through the taut entrance to her constricted throat.

When I circled her angry little clit with my tongue, Elaine’s frame twisted from the creaking bed. As her legs squirmed, her scratching, scraping stilettos dug deep into the covers. After a quick grin at her husband, I dropped my lips around her slick, sharp nub. And sucked. When her pelvis thrust upward into my face, I plunged further into her mouth. Both hands flew to my buttocks, where they shook as I gnawed on her. They clawed into my flesh when the first pulsation struck her wriggling chassis.

With her scream nothing but spine-tingling vibrations along my rod, Elaine bucked as I continued to chew her hard little stem. While gripping tight, my hands pinned her shaking legs to the bed while her nipples seared my stomach with each frenzied impact.

It was time. A gasp flew from Boyd when I yanked my knob free of his wife. Wet burbling breaths intermingled with Elaine’s slurping moans while I licked along her folds. When she swallowed and reached out with her pointed tongue, I raised my head to once more grin at him while thrusting all the way into her in one swift motion. His eyes locked on her bulging neck, then flicked to me when I grunted and lifted her pelvis from the crumpled pillow.

People often asked me why, after leaving the Army, I continued working out and maintaining such good physical shape. Those people had no idea what I did for a living.

As Elaine’s legs wavered in the air, her heels whipping, I gripped her shaking, silken ass in both palms and bowed backwards, impaling her by the mouth on my root. Her glistening slit beckoned. With a nod at Boyd, I dropped my mouth, shoving my tongue through his wife’s tight little gate. Vibrations blasted along my shaft as her nails scrabbled at my butt. A fountain of syrupy nectar fountained into my waiting mouth.

Timing was everything. Even as I slurped and licked deep inside her, Elaine’s body slapping against mine, I was monitoring the time. After she flooded me once more, I grabbed her by the waist and lifted.

“Fucch, Shommy ... Yew Xhottammt beeest,” flew from her drool-flooded mouth before sodden bubbles blasted over my dripping dome as she gasped for air. Her shaking fingers now clutched my sticky shaft tight.