She leaned over and kissed his mouth, sucked his bottom lip, then shifted a little lower to kiss his chest. She nibbled on one small nipple with her lips, flicked her tongue across first one, then the other, making Shane groan again and twitch.
She kissed her way down his taut abdomen, sucked on his navel, kissed the soft skin just below it. Then she nuzzled the dark curls, breathing in his male scent. Her hands slid up his legs, her fingertips teasing the sensitive skin of his inner thighs and then she pushed his legs apart. His cock thrust up, solid and broad, the veins prominent, the head glistening. She swiped her tongue over it, swallowed the taste of him.
She loved the smell of him, the taste of him, the way his cock got so hard for her. With a sigh of pleasure she kissed the tip, then took hold of it and rubbed it over her lips. Before she got started though, she needed something… She reached over the side of the bed and felt around for the toy she’d brought…there it was. She straightened, holding the small black latex toy.
“What is that?” Shane croaked.
She smiled and held it up. It looked like a small, oddly curved dildo. “It’s a Boy Toy.”
He blinked, eyes focused on the small device.
“A male G-spot stimulator.” Her smile widened. The things she had learned since working in Maeve’s shop!
“Male G-spot?” His voice sounded thick.
“Otherwise known as the prostate.”
“Oh.”
At the look on his face, she smiled again. “You said I could do the same to you.”
“Uh…”
“Sshh.” She wriggled herself into position between his thighs and circled his cock with her fingers. “Just relax and enjoy.” And she took him in her mouth. He filled her mouth and she let her tongue wet him, slid her lips up and down the thick shaft. Delicious. Hot. Thick. He bumped the back of her throat.
“Christ, Keara.” His hands lifted to her head and gathered her hair up in big handfuls. “Oh Christ.”
She sucked on him for a few wonderful minutes then let him slid from her mouth. She held his cock up flat against his abdomen and kissed and licked his balls, nipped at the flesh of his inner thighs, then pushed his balls high too, and licked below them.
“Fuck!” he groaned. “Oh fuck.”
Her tongue tasted and teased the tight flesh. She let the Boy Toy fall to the mattress and used both hands to push his thighs wider, wider, then up and back, exposing more of him to her mouth. She sucked on the smooth, firm flesh of his buttocks, licked up and down, around his anus.
He made a strangled noise, let go of her hair and grabbed his legs just below the knees, holding them up, rolling his hips off the mattress. Again, she took her time, playing there with lips and tongue and teeth, while his body shook and tensed. He wasn’t stopping her. He seemed to like it. That was good. Very good. Because she’d never done this before and she wanted him to enjoy it.
She’d been studying for this.
She stroked a fingertip over the puckered hole. Once. Twice. Watched it wink at her. One more time, and then…she pushed her fingertip inside.
“Jesus!” His hips lifted in reaction, and he pulled his legs higher yet. God that was hot. So hot she lost her breath, pulled back just to look at him for a moment, lying there, his cock and balls held out of the way, his ass on display for her. God she loved his ass. A rush of liquid heat surged between her legs. This was turning her on as much as it was him.
She pumped her finger in and out, not far, just inside the tight ring of muscle that clamped around her, while Shane made strangled moaning noises. “Fuck, Keara. What’re you doing…?”
She didn’t answer. He knew exactly what she was doing. She leaned down and let saliva slip out of her mouth and over his perineum, let her finger get wet with it, pumped a few more times, then withdrew. Time for the Boy Toy.
She poured some of the oil onto it and rubbed it all over, then tucked the rounded end of it against Shane’s anus. She held it there, just nudging for a few seconds, and then pushed it into him slowly. Very slowly. She didn’t want to hurt him since this apparently was his first time…she thought.
He made a guttural noise and she looked up at his face, his eyes squeezed shut, his square jaw rigid. “Okay?” she whispered.
He made another choked noise but it wasn’t a no, or a get-that-thing-out-of-me. So she kept it inside him with one hand while she held his cock with the other and took him in her mouth again. She sucked. He bucked. She fucked his ass with the toy. Lava-hot arousal flowed through her body, gathering in her pussy.
“Gonna come,” he gasped. “Sorry…fast…aw fuck!”
He spurted into her mouth, tangy and hot, and she sucked and swallowed and held the toy inside him while his whole body jerked and jumped. When he finally stilled, she slowly released him from her mouth, loving the feel of the ridge of the crown as it slid through her lips, and slowly pulled out the Boy Toy.
“Holy shit,” he muttered. “Holy fucking shit.”
She tossed the toy aside and slid up his body in a sensual slide of oil and sweat. She kissed his mouth, and he turned his face toward her and kissed her back, his mouth urgent, hungry, hot. His arms came around her and squeezed her so tightly she almost couldn’t breathe.
“Was that okay?” she finally asked, pressing her cheek against his.
“That was unbelievable.” He still sounded as if he’d just run a marathon, his chest still heaving beneath her breasts.
“But good unbelievable?” she persisted, wanting to make sure she really hadn’t done something he didn’t want.
“Oh yeah. Hell yeah.” Again he caught her hair in his hands, held her head and kissed her. “Hell yeah.”
Chapter Fifteen
Another Tuesday-night bridge game was an excuse for Shane to come over and keep Keara company, and as usual they ended up in bed, hot, sweaty and sated.
Keara drifted on a floating cloud of near-sleep when she heard the noise from below. She blinked. Maeve home already? She lifted her head to peer at the alarm clock beside the bed. It was nearly ten. Maeve usually got home around eleven.
“Did you hear that?” she murmured to Shane. His arms tightened around her.
“Hmmmm? Hear what?” His drowsy voice was so sexy.
Then a crash had her sitting straight up in bed, head whipping around. “What was that?”
Shane too sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Maeve?”
“I don’t think so. I didn’t hear the alarm beep. What could it be?”
“I’ll go look.”
He climbed out of bed and headed toward the door.
“Put some clothes on!” she hissed at him, but he ignored her and with three long-legged strides he was out of the bedroom and gone. Heart pounding, she slid out of bed too, and grabbed her robe. She wrapped the silky garment around her, holding it closed with her arms as she tiptoed out of the bedroom after him. She waited at the top of the stairs as he thudded down them, his naked body a shadow in the darkness.
When he neared the bottom of the stairs another shadow appeared. Keara’s eyes flew wide and she gasped. Who was that? What the…
The other shadow was darker, fully clothed, even a dark shroud over his head, and with a muttered curse and grunt, Shane lunged at it.
“Shane!” She put her hands to her mouth. Should she run down there and help him? What could she do? Well, she had to do something, and she started down the stairs, her robe sliding open and billowing behind her, but she didn’t care.
As she trotted down the stairs the other person had already gotten to the back door. Shane leaped for him, but he had the door open and yanked from Shane’s reaching grasp on his shirt. Keara felt the cool draft as she continued her sprint down the stairs and she arrived just as Shane took off through the door after the guy.