“Mmm,” she moaned before she could muffle it. Snuggling closer to Lenny, she tried to keep the growing arousal under control, but he probed, working the rim. It’d been so long, more than ten years, since she’d had anal. There was no lube in the house, unless he had some, but if he didn’t and didn’t let up, she wasn’t going to care.
Lenny ran his hand over her head and kissed her as his bother continued to work her loose and she found herself squeezing his fingers.
“Randy, stop torturing my wife.”
“Oh, no torturing, right, Jackie?”
“Only the sweetest kind. You better have some KY in your room.”
“Just for you.”
She looked up at her husband, “Baby, are you sure this is good for you?”
“I’m good with it, promise. Go have fun.” He let her hand go.
She kissed him and stood, took Randy by the hand and all but dragged him to his room. Jackie laughed when she saw the pile of condoms and a large tube of lubricant.
“You guys had this planned, didn’t you? He knew you were coming home to stay, didn’t he?” she asked, picking up a hand full of condoms and setting them aside.
“Of course,” he told her while pulling her robe from her body.
She lay on her stomach and he ran his hands over her calves, massaging as he moved up. His teeth grazed her butt cheeks.
“Damn Randy, skip foreplay. You need to finish what you started.” She heard him open a condom, then the snap and ooze pop of the tube. She shuddered, her body more than ready, despite the years.
Massaging the lube in, he inserted multiple fingers and rubbed her back as he moved them in and out.
“You’re so tight,” he told her.
“Like a virgin. You’re the only one to do this with me.”
“Honored,” he said.
She swallowed hard on the lump forming due to the emotion in his voice. “Randy, do it like old times.” He pulled her hips up, rubbed the head of his cock against her, pushing in as she pressed back. She tried to let him control, but it felt too wonderful.
When he was in all the way, he held her still, letting her adjust while he massaged her clit. “Oh, do it. I’m past ready.”
He thrust, testing and when she moved with him, he gave it his all. He slammed into her and she rose on her hands taking it, matching him. “Yeah, oh, yeah,” she mumbled. “Harder.” Randy’s balls slapped against her and she felt the base of his cock swell. It excited her more. “Faster.”
“Feels so good, Jac,” he gasped.
He rocked her hips back, stopped, pulled out the edge, rammed into her and over, driving her up fast. “Yes! Oh, god, don’t stop…don’t stop…good,” she said, her eyes closed as she envisioned his cock flying in and out of her ass. “So hot…oh, Randy…not yet…not ready,” she panted when she felt the twinge of current of his nearness.
He rubbed her back, reached around and molded her breasts, ran his hands down her abdomen and into her pussy. “You’re so wet.”
His body jerked, but he didn’t move. He shoved his fingers in her canal. “Oh god.” She couldn’t help it, she rocked against him and he groaned. Pounding her, she heard him swear in some foreign language and he convulsed against her as he came.
He lay over her, breathing heavy as aftershocks took him through a spiral of moans.
She lowered to the bed and he rolled off, and turned her over. “Woman, nothing’s changed with you,” he said as he removed the condom and climbed between her legs 172
“Your body just begs to be had.” He licked up her slit, his breathing heavy on her wet heat. Tingles swept over her. She sighed. He swirled and dipped in, his tongue flicking her tunnel walls. She caressed his head as he tapped her clit with a finger. Her breath caught. He laved the little nub before closed his lips around it, sucking and pulling. She arched. “Fantastic,” she whispered as he seemed to sear her as she headed to the peak.
She dug her heels into the bed, his back, pressing into him. He cupped her ass and held her as he went back and forth, eating her swollen flesh and teasing the orgasm trying to burst through the tip of the button holding it in. He blew on it, circled it with his tongue, closed over it, and sucked so hard, her breathing stopped. She clawed at the bedding, his head and a deep, soulful moan rumbled out as she fell off the ledge.
She shuddered and lifted higher into him as he drew on her clit as if he couldn’t get the little piece of fruit through the straw. She grabbed his head, holding him against her.
“Oh, god!” She crossed her legs over him, uncrossed them, digging them into his back. “God, Randy,” she gasped. He lapped around her canal and came after her clit again. “Damn!” She spiraled and convulsive shakes claimed her. He nipped her, mouthing the sensitive nub until she stilled. Unable to move, to speak, she saw him move, come closer through the blur. He kissed her forehead, her nose, and her cheeks.
Yeah, she had heaven on earth, her own special kind of angels, she thought as she felt her body float way.
“Wait until I recover,” she murmured.
I’LL BE YOUR SUPERMAN
“He wants you.” His hand moved over her hip under the covers.
“So?” She turned toward him in the dark. “You’re saying because Ben wants me he should get to have me?”
“And you want him.”
There was a long silence before she slid over and put her head on his shoulder.
“Why do you think so?”
“I know you.” Evan stroked her hair. “I’ve seen you look at him…the way you are around him. You do that little laugh with him.”
“I have a laugh?”
“Yeah, it’s the ‘You’re so funny, I wish you’d fuck me now’ laugh.”
She snorted. “I do not.”
“Yes, you do,” he countered. “You want him, he wants you…and I want to watch.”
“Why?” She shook her head.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Let’s just say I want to live vicariously.”
She sighed and kissed his shoulder. “Aren’t you worried?”
“About what?”
“What if I fall in love with Ben? Or Ben falls in love with me?”
He kissed the top of her head. “You already love each other. That’s the point.”
“What if I decide to leave?” she mock-threatened.
It was his turn to snort. “Baby, if you were going to leave, you’d have done it three years ago, when I went all Christopher Reeves on you.”
She rolled her eyes. “So you’re Superman now?”
“It’s a bird, it’s a plane-no, wait, it’s a wheelchair!”
She shoved him with her hip. “Besides, Christopher Reeve was a quad raplegic, you idiot. And he…well, they had a baby together, after his accident.”
“I know.” He sighed. “His parts worked, even if he couldn’t feel a damned thing-
mine don’t. Luck of the draw, babe.”
“Evan, I love you,” she said. “Doing this makes no sense.”
“Yes, it does,” he argued. “And you know it.”
“I’m perfectly satisfied, you know.” She pressed her breasts against his side.
“You do have a tongue, remember?”
“Yes.” He chuckled. “And I’m rather talented with it, if I do say so myself.”
“I don’t know,” she purred, slipping her leg up over him. “Let’s try it out again, just to be sure.”
He cradled her ass as she slid up his chest. “Only if you say yes.”
“To what? Sex with Ben?” She reached down and spread her lips open.
“Yes.” He pushed her fingers out of the way to explore for himself, up and down her slit. Her hands moved her breasts, playing with her nipples.
“And what if I’m perfectly happy with my Amazing Vegetable Tongue-o-Matic?”
He laughed. “You’re such a bitch.” He reached up and twisted her nipples, making her squeal.
“I want you, not Ben.” Her voice was quiet.