“Later. We’ve got to get out of here, remember?”
“No. Come on, you started it.”
“You’re funny,” he said. “And crafty. And cute.”
“Cute? Hamsters are cute.”
“Okay, how about beautiful?”
She tilted her head. “That’s nice. Now we can leave.” But her hands didn’t leave Brian’s sides.
He eased her close and she pressed herself tightly against him, arms wrapping his back, mouth opening, sucking in his tongue. She squirmed and moaned in his embrace.
Brian slid his hands under the back of her sweatshirt. Caressing her, he pictured himself gloating as he described it all to Gorman. Nothing to it, really. I just worked on her emotions, played on her fears till she needed some reassuring, gave a comforting pat here and there, a little wit to break the tension. Worked on her sympathy by leading into some sad talk about my poor departed Martha. Tried to keep a sexual undertone going, joked that I’d brought the blanket for making out, even took a leak out there so she’d have to think about my dick. Stayed close enough so she could hear the piss splatter.
Masterful job, Gorman would say.
He unhooked the back of Janice’s bra. She didn’t object. On the contrary, she stepped back enough to make a space between their bodies so Brian could lift the cups away and caress her breasts. Her nipples felt like rubber posts. She arched her back as he thumbed them.
“Shouldn’t we leave?” he asked.
Her mouth hung open, but she didn’t speak. She shook her head wildly from side to side, making her hair fly.
He slid the sweatshirt up above her breasts, crouched, and used his tongue. Her trembling fingers pushed through his hair, urged his mouth hard against her breast.
Actually, Gorman, it was a cinch. She was as hot to trot as they come.
No, he shouldn’t admit that. Let Gorman think he’s a superstud.
Which, of course, I am.
As he sucked first on one breast, then on the other, his hands plied her firm rump through the seat of her jeans.
I took it slow, he would say. Didn’t want to spook her.
He brought a hand to the front. The crotch of her jeans felt warm and moist. He pressed against it, feeling the jut of her mons through the heavy fabric. She writhed on his rubbing fingers as if she wanted them in.
Straightening up, he pulled her sweatshirt over her head. The bra came off with it. He caressed her bare neck and shoulders as she feverishly unfastened his jacket and shirt. When they were open, she squeezed herself against him. Her breasts, slicked with Brian’s saliva, felt cool at first, then warm. Her hands went to his shoulders. They pulled the shirt and jacket down his arms. The chilly night air made him flinch, but her hand took his mind off the cold as it pushed inside his pants and curled around his erection.
“Let’s put the blanket down,” she whispered, her fingers gliding. “That’s what you brought it for.”
“It is?”
Grinning, she gave his scrotum a gentle squeeze. Then she took out her hand. They spread the blanket nearby. It was puffy from the weeds beneath it. She walked on the blanket, her moonlit breasts jiggling as she stomped it down.
Lying on her back, she crossed each leg to pull off her boots and socks. She opened her jeans, lifted her buttocks off the blanket long enough to tug the pants out from under her, and raised her feet. “Give me a hand?”
Brian gripped the cuffs and slid the jeans off her legs. The panties were around her thighs, very white below the dark triangle of her pubic thatch. Crouching beside her, Brian drew the flimsy garment down to her ankles and off.
While he shed the rest of his own clothes, he watched Janice squirm slowly, caressing herself. She had her knees up, her heels dug in to keep her from sliding down the gradual slope.
Her legs spread wide for him when he knelt. He kissed her inner thighs, nibbled and licked, easing lower until his mouth found her wet center. She jerked as his tongue darted. “God, Brian,” she murmured. He pushed his tongue deep into her hugging warmth. She thrust against him, moaning.
Then he moved up her body. His tongue flicked into her navel while his hands glided up cool skin to her breasts. He squeezed and massaged them. Then he let them go and braced himself above Janice and kissed each breast and eased higher until he met her mouth.
As she sucked his tongue into her mouth, Brian slid his penis into her.
Mission accomplished, he thought.
Half accomplished, but the rest would be easy after this. Just get her into his room tomorrow night for round two and keep her busy. Talk her into showering with him so Gorman would have a chance to snatch her key. Gorman would have the tough part, sneaking into her place to find the contract and exchange it for the phoney that gave her nothing. Brian’s part would be a cinch. And fun.
Better than this.
In spite of the blanket, the ground was brutal on his knees. But he kept at it, kept driving into Janice. She was going wild, thrashing around and shoving up to meet his thrusts and tugging his buttocks to force him deeper.
She would drool at the chance for an all-night fucking session.
Why don’t you sneak over after your folks are asleep?
She would absolutely drool. At both ends.
She was gasping under him, eyes squeezed shut, head jerking from side to side. A few more good thrusts…
Something cold and slippery smashed down on Brian’s back. His knees shot out from under him. He slammed flat against Janice. Her breath blasted against his face.
Brian thought, Who in hell…?
Then the teeth clamped his neck.
CHAPTER TEN
Tyler took Abe’s hand as they left the Carriage House. “That was a delicious dinner. Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
“So,” Jack said, “should we try that place?”
“The Last Chance sounds like a dive,” Nora said.
“We could look for someplace else,” Abe offered.
“The waitress seemed to think it’s fine,” Tyler said.
“Hell, I love dives.”
“Nora’s an expert on dives.”
“Especially the triple back somersault.”
Jack nudged her with an elbow. Giggling, she stumbled sideways toward the hedge. Jack grabbed her, and she wrapped an arm around his back.
“Anyhow,” she said, “I am inappropriately attired for a dive of any ilk and must therefore retire to my boudoir for a change of habiliment.”
“She wants out of her prom dress,” Tyler translated.
“Need a hand?” Jack asked.
Nora swatted his rump.
“I’ll want to get a jacket,” Tyler said.
They agreed to meet at Abe’s car in five minutes, and left the men. Tyler entered the room after Nora. Even as she shut the door, Nora’s gown swirled to the floor. “Aren’t they great?” she asked. Stepping out of it, she staggered and dropped onto the bed, her breasts bouncing.
“Are you all right?” Tyler asked.
“Fine and dandy.” Flopping backwards, she smiled at the ceiling. Her pubic hair was matted flat by her pantyhose.
“You aren’t going to pass out on us, are you?”
Nora rolled her eyes. “Hardly. I’m fine. Are you fine?”
“I’m fine.”
“So am I.” With a sigh, she sat up and started to pull her shoes off.
Tyler went through the connecting doors and slipped into her windbreaker. She brushed her hair and put on fresh lipstick. When she returned to Nora’s room, her friend was on the mattress, legs hoisted in the air as she pulled on a pair of white jeans. The pantyhose lay on the floor. “So what do you think?”
“About what?” Tyler asked.
“My lily-white ass. Abe. Honest Abe.”