by Lauren Dane
“I’m all right. The ibuprofen will kick in and I’ll be fine.”
“It’s so fucking hot I nearly came in my pants just looking at it.
God, I don’t want to be gone for two weeks. I’m going to explode. You’ll explode! She just said no sex for three days. What will you do without me for the rest of the time?”
Erin laughed. “Todd, I’m perfectly capable of playing with my clit without you. I know how to make myself come. I doubt I’ll want to be messing around in that vicinity for a while yet though.”
He groaned. “You’re going to kill me.”
“It’s not like you don’t know how to jerk off. Sheesh. Too bad Ben won’t be around. You and he could, you know, take care of each other. You’d have to give me all the details and if you wanted to take pictures or film it, that would be fine too. Just sayin’.”
He laughed, sitting on the floor, leaning his head back to where she was nestled. “You wouldn’t care? If I was with someone else?”
She grabbed a hank of his hair and pulled, hard. He yelped. “Someone else? That might get you maimed for life. But Ben isn’t some random someone else. He’s . . . he’s ours, I suppose. No, I don’t have any objections to you sexing it up with Ben. Ben digs you, he’s a good guy, he’s hot and he respects what we have together.”
Todd turned, getting to his knees, and she fed him a spoonful of ice cream. “You know, I was planning on telling you that too.”
She smoothed a hand over his hair. “Thanks, but it’s only two weeks. I may hang out with him, but I want the first time I have sex after the piercing to be with you. And I don’t know, I don’t want him to feel weird, or you to feel weird, for that matter.”
“Erin, you just said it would be fine.”
“For you. I lost you before. I don’t want to take chances. It’s not worth it no matter how hot he is.”
He took her hand. “Honey, I would absolutely not say this if it weren’t true.” He paused, blowing out a breath and turning pink in the bargain. She couldn’t help but turn to mush every time he blushed, it was the sweetest thing about him. “It makes me hot to think about you and Ben together. Probably because I know him. I trust him and I trust you too. But watching you with him was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. I don’t want you to think I don’t love you. God, do you think I’m a freak?”
She hugged him, kissing his cheek. “Todd, you’re not a freak. You have a kink or five. That’s good because so do I.”
“I’m not one of those dudes who wants to have his wife fuck around and humiliate him, whatever they call that.”
“Cuckoldry.”
“How do you know this shit?”
“Porn Wikipedia, I suppose. I don’t know, I just do.”
He rolled his eyes and she laughed as he continued. “Anyway, it’s sort of like having you in my own personal fantasy bank. I don’t know all of why it turns me on, but it does. So if you wanted to make out with him or let him feel you up or jerk him off and then, you know, call me and tell me about it? It would make my trip so much better.”
“Gosh, if you insist I jerk your best friend off after I let him feel my tits . . .” She sighed dramatically. “The things you ask of me. We’ll see, Todd. Of course I’d tell you; I’d never do it without you knowing. But at this point I have no plans to go jumping on Ben’s cock when you’re gone.” Despite the fact that his confession was seriously making her piercing throb—big-time.
“Before I go . . .” He licked his lips and she turned on the couch, putting her feet down and spreading her thighs after she got rid of her panties.
“Yes?” She carefully opened up enough so that he could see the piercing; she knew that’s what he was asking, because his breathing hitched and he went for the buttons on his jeans. Now he was going to kill her. “I love how you look when you have your cock in your hand,” she murmured. “It’s very hard to keep my piercing dry when you do that.”
He played with one of his nipples as he began the slow slide up and down of fist over cock. His gaze fastened on her pussy the entire time, even after he came with a strangled groan.
She handed him her panties. “Use those.”
He hung his head. “You’re a fucking lethal weapon, Erin.”
She laughed and settled back on the couch.
A few days later she caught Ben walking into the café at closing time.
“Hey there, you busy?”
“I’m just about to close up and then I’m free for the day. Got something in mind?” She put the chairs back in place after sweeping and mopping and moved to the back, singing to herself as she did so. “I have to wipe everything down. Take a seat. Have a cookie if you like. I made snickerdoodles and they turned out awesome, if I do say so myself.”
“Oh, snickerdoodles!” He fell on them and grabbed two, blushed and then stopped. She laughed and waved him on.
“Eat them all if you like.”
“Score. I have two tickets to the Mariners game. Wanna be my second?”
She paused. The crowds entering and leaving the game would be hard to endure. But she loved baseball and she wanted to hang out with Ben. “I’d love that. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready.”
He smiled and relaxed a bit, leaning against the arched doorway. “Can I help?”
She loaded the dishes quickly. “Nah. I do this like breathing. It’s not a big place, we have a limited menu and I keep up as the day passes, so it’s not that much to handle.” She pulled the door down and turned the handle. “There you go. Let me mop up in here and I’ll be out in a sec.”
Ten minutes later she came out with her bag.
“I may come in here every day just to listen to you sing.” He kissed her quickly—nothing sexual. Not really. But it still made her warm.
“Do you like motorcycles?” He pointed to a gorgeous Harley at the curb out front. “I ordered it three months ago. It just arrived and I’m dying to take it out on the open road.”
“Oh, do I! I love them. But, um, I’m not sure I’m up to a long stretch on the open road right now.”
He looked concerned as she locked up. “Are you all right? What’s wrong?”
“Oh, I figured Todd would have told you. I got my clitoral hood pierced five days ago. It’s fine now, the initial soreness has passed, but all that vibration right on it might not be the best way to spend a few hours. Once I’m all healed up, I fully expect you to take me on a long drive though.”
He gulped hard; his pupils were large, swallowing the color in his eyes. “Your clit?”
She smiled. “Not the clit itself. Most people don’t do that, you can get nerve damage. But the hood. A short ride to Safeco Field would be fine, but a trip on the open road sounds like more than I’d want to experience just now.”
He laughed, still flushed. “How about I meet you at your condo in half an hour then? You can get changed for the game and then we’ll ride over. Just to the park. I’ll take it out tomorrow.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course.”
“Okay, I’ll see you in a few.”
The night was warm enough she knew she wouldn’t need the sweater she’d brought with her. His arm rested on the seat back behind her and it wasn’t predatory or creepy. Being with Ben was nice; he kept the panic away and he smelled good.
“I know this place has sushi and stuff, but it seems wrong to not eat a few hot dogs. I can’t help myself.” She wiped the catsup from the corner of her mouth.
He laughed. “Even if you do put catsup on yours. That’s a crime against nature you know.”
“Oh god, you’re a purist? I like catsup on my hot dogs and I put sugar on my tomatoes too.”
He squeezed her shoulders and kissed her temple. “On you? It totally works.”
She winced when the game ended and the people began to file out. He stood and she hesitated. Noticing, he sat down and took her chin in his fingers.
“Are you okay?”
“I . . .” Sh
He simply pulled her into a hug, tucking her head beneath his. “I’m sorry, gorgeous. I didn’t even think.”
“It’s okay. If we can just wait a few minutes I’ll be fine. It never used to bother me. Before.”
So they sat, his arm holding her close, and waited for the crowd to thin.
Finally, they left, holding hands until she wrapped her arms around him as they rode back to her condo.
“You want to come up? I’m not going to be able to sleep for a while.”
He looked her over and nodded.
He apologized once they entered her condo. “I’m really sorry about the game. I didn’t think.”
She kicked her shoes off and left her sweater and bag near the door.
“Truly, I had a great time. I promise. Two years ago I couldn’t even have gone to a game with that many people. I don’t know why it freaks me out so much. It’s not like crowds are what killed my daughter.”
“God, you’re amazing.” He shook his head.
“Meh.” She shrugged and suddenly he was very close.
“I’m going to go. Because I want to kiss you and you’re clearly uncomfortable with me like this.” His words hung in the air.
“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable with you. I’m not. You know I’m attracted to you and I know you know Todd is beyond fine with us being together while he’s away.”
She’d spoken to her man every day, even as they were driving to Yellowstone. Todd hadn’t said Hey, fuck my friend or anything; he’d just said Ben had mentioned wanting to hang out and they’d talked for a while about things. Things.
She swallowed, the sexual tension in the air ramping up. She wasn’t going to have sex with Ben. No matter how much Todd thought it was hot. No matter how much she thought it was hot. She wanted Todd to be there when she was with Ben again. It felt like Ben was theirs—not so much hers, not so much Todd’s, but theirs—and because of that, she wasn’t comfortable sharing all that with him when it was just the two of them. Maybe in the future it would feel all right, but it felt like betrayal to fuck anyone else.
But a kiss was another thing and his lips were soft and warm. She looked up at him. “I can’t fuck you without him here. It feels wrong. I know he’s more than all right with it.” She slid a palm up the warm, very hard wall of his chest, up to cup his neck and pull him down to her lips. “But a kiss? I want that.”
His arms went around her and his lips bridged that small gap and were on hers, stealing her breath. He kissed differently than Todd. Todd, who was bold and sure and aggressive with his kisses. Ben was still sure, but he took his time, he wasn’t aggressive; instead he listened to her body, waded into the kiss like a negotiation.
He was taller than Todd, so she had to stretch up and he had to bend down, but that only made the kiss more delicious.
He broke from her lips after a long taste, chest heaving a bit. Neither of them spoke. He wasn’t used to thinking so hard about being with a woman, but this wasn’t just any woman, and that was double-edged. He liked that she didn’t just jump on his cock even though Todd was fine with it. He liked that she thought carefully about what it meant to be with him, even as need beat at him to have more of her.
“Come on, let’s sit outside and stargaze.” She stepped back and turned some music on. Pink Floyd’s Animals. If the woman was any more perfect he wasn’t sure he could stand it.
23
Todd looked up from his phone call to catch a pair of gorgeous legs walking down the stairs into the office. He’d returned home really late the night before and had called Erin to let her know once he’d woken up. He’d considered showing up at her place, but it was three in the morning and he knew she had to be up early to open the café.
So he’d crawled into his bed, lonely for her, and slept until Ben showed up with coffee and breakfast. Todd had to admit he’d loved how her voice sounded when he called. She was clearly thrilled to hear from him, which made him glad because he was sure as hell thrilled to know he’d be seeing her that day.
He stood, still on his business call, and she ran into his arms with a happy laugh.
“Gotta go,” he said, hanging up and hugging her back. “You are a sight for sore eyes, honey. I’ve missed you so much.”
She pressed against him tighter. “I can see that.”
One-handed, he swept the top of his desk clean and laid her down, pulling her shirt open as he did. “I’ve missed these, most definitely. But you’re not wearing a bra to work now?” He arched a brow at her and she laughed, pulling at his pants to get them open.
“It’s in my bag upstairs. I took it off when I got here. Along with my panties.”
He froze. “The piercing.” He breathed out slowly and pushed the hem of her skirt up; she spread her thighs and he saw it, glistening, resting against her clit. “Whoo, that’s . . . Can I touch it?”
“Yes, god, yes.”
He pulled her to the edge of the desk and her bare feet rested on his shoulders. Spreading her open, he touched the silver barbell and she whimpered.
“How does it feel with this”—he touched the bead at the bottom of the barbell—“sliding against your clit all day?”
“Most of the time I don’t really feel much, but sometimes I’ll move a certain way and it feels so good and I have to go in the back and finger myself.”
He closed his eyes a moment.
Behind them, Ben tromped down the stairs and pulled to a stop once he saw what was happening. “Whoops! Holy shit.”
Erin burst out laughing, until Todd leaned in and fluttered his tongue over her clit and the barbell. Then she moaned low in her throat.
“Should I leave?”
“Do you want him to leave, Erin?”
“I want your mouth back where it was,” she said, sounding frustrated. “And no, of course not.”
Todd shrugged—“You got your answer”—and went back to licking her clit. She tasted so good. He’d missed her so much he’d vowed repeatedly over the past two weeks that he’d never be gone from her side for longer than a few days. DJ had teased him about calling her so often because he’d had to head up the trail about a mile and a half from where they’d camped to get clear enough reception. It hadn’t mattered; hearing her voice made it all worth it.
The jewelry made eating her pussy a new experience. He liked playing with it, flicking it, tugging, albeit very gently. Her clit was way more sensitive it seemed, or maybe it was his being gone for two weeks, since no one but her had touched it. He knew Ben hadn’t, although according to both of them they had kissed a few times.
He opened his eyes to catch Ben straightening after a kiss. His cock was out and Erin’s hand was wrapped around it. Todd’s cock throbbed at the sight.
Gently, he sucked her clit between his lips, careful with the piercing, and she gasped and arched her back, shoving her cunt into his face as she came fast and hard.
He stood and kissed her belly. Ben’s cock was right there, glistening.
“I’ve got to get inside you, but not on this desk, it’s too low.” Both of them helped her stand on rubbery legs. Ben tucked his cock back into his pants and they went upstairs.
Todd liked the way she looked in his house. This business of having separate places was annoying and he planned to deal with that very soon.
“Let’s lock the doors so we don’t get any company. I have plans for you, Erin, and they don’t include having my mother pop over to say hello.”
“I locked up when I came in, but apparently Ben came in behind me.” Erin looked at him over her shoulder as she locked the front door again.
“I’m gonna come in behind you again too,” Ben said and Todd laughed.
Once the front windows were closed—being seen was hot; being seen by his mother, not so much—Todd dropped his jeans and pulled his shirt off.
“I love it when you look at me like that. Makes
Erin laughed and pushed him to sit on the couch and then fell to her knees, clasping her hands at the small of her back once she’d tossed her shirt aside. He loved to see her that way; it drove him crazy.
He looked at her with a happy sigh. “You’re so beautiful. God, I missed you.”
Ben knelt next to her.
“Kiss her,” Todd said softly, and Ben slid his fingers into her hair, tipping her head to take her mouth for a kiss. Erin’s hand skimmed up Todd’s thigh until she found his cock, grabbing it in a firm grip, pumping it a few times.
“Ben,” Erin said softly once they’d broken the kiss, “help me.” Before Todd knew it, she’d bent over his cock, licking and sucking, and Ben joined her. Far from being uncomfortable, he nearly came as two tongues slid up and down over his cock, two tongues swirled around the crown of him. Funny how a guy who’d run from himself only ten years before could be turned on by this. But he was and he’d stopped questioning it.
She cried out around his cock when Ben slapped her bared ass.
“Goddamn, do that again. I love that sound she makes when my cock is in her mouth.”
Ben moved behind her, flipping her skirt up, and before too long, the sound of his fingers dipping into her pussy wafted through the air as she moaned around him.
Ben brought those fingers to Todd’s mouth and then everyone moaned as he licked them clean. Todd slid his fingers through Erin’s hair as Ben left the room for a moment, and then he grinned when Ben came back carrying the crop.
Positioning himself behind her again, Ben flexed his wrist and the crop cracked against her ass. She cried out, still sucking Todd’s cock furiously.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Erin, honey, you have no idea how hot it is when you make that sound around me like that. When you keep sucking on me even when Ben is whipping your ass.”
“That’s submission,” Ben said, watching the pink lines rise on her ass. Todd had too light a hand, but Ben had a few years on him in the flogging and whipping department, so he knew just how much pressure and speed to use to elicit all the best sounds from a woman. And this one on her hands and knees, sucking Todd’s cock, was a sight for sore eyes.