The Perfect Match: A New Adult Erotic Romance (Inseparable Book 2) (12 page)

“I don’t know, I never tried.” Moving his hands to grip her ass, he pulled her to his lips and buried his mouth in her wet opening. She put her hands on his head to balance herself, then began to push against his face. Kurt felt Cathy undulating her hips and saw her reach around to grip Camden’s tiny breasts from behind.

The ecstasy would have been too much if he hadn’t spent his easy one in the shower before the date. Also, being distracted by Camden’s hot lips kept him from focusing on how amazing it felt being inside Cathy. He kept his attention on Camden first, nibbling and sucking at her lips until she began to grind, then he took her swollen nub between his lips for the finish.

“Fuck me with your tongue,” Camden cried, pushing back to lean against Cathy. “Oh my god, his mouth!”

Kurt couldn’t see very well while she was in the throes of her release, but when she relaxed, the sight of Camden kissing Cathy over her shoulder was enough to make him grab Cathy’s hips to stop her moving.

“Hold on or I’m done,” he said. The two girls kept kissing for moment, then Camden climbed off, turned around and climbed back on to face her friend. The sight of her tight ass in his face presented him with an opportunity he rarely got the chance to enjoy.

Pulling her towards his mouth again, Camden laughed and asked, “What are you gonna do with
that
?”

Opening her cheeks with his hands, he buried his tongue between them and licked her from back to front. She gasped and almost pulled away, but settled back when Kurt gripped her hips tighter.

“Oh, fuck, he’s...” she started to say, but Cathy stopped her with a kiss as she began to rock again. Kurt stayed focused on his lovely slice of heaven as Cathy finally brought herself to a noisy end. When she climbed off with a sigh, Camden crawled forward until his shaft was underneath her.

“We are
definitely
going to do that again,” Camden said with a sly look over her shoulder. “But now it’s my turn.” She raised up to pull his shaft upright, then pushed down until Kurt felt it bottom out inside her.

“I don’t think I fit in there,” he said as Cathy snuggled up next to him to watch her friend get fucked.

“It’s okay, I can control it this way so it won’t go too far in and hurt me.” She slid back and forth a few times slowly, then began to move with more confidence as she leaned over to rest her hands on his legs. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this full,” she whispered.

“I know, right?” Cathy said with a giggle. “So I hear you might be moving to town. Need a place to stay?”

Kurt found it hard to concentrate on a conversation and what Camden was doing at the same time. “I don’t think I’d be able to keep a job if I lived here.”

“Why not?” Cathy asked as she traced the muscles on Kurt’s chest.

“Because you two would fuck me until I was dead,” he said as he reached up to rub Camden’s back as she moved back and forth. “But at least I’d die happy.”

“You’ve got amazing stamina,” Camden said as she began to hold her breath.

“I’m getting close though,” Kurt warned. “We’re gonna need to stop for a second.”

She shuddered suddenly, her muscles squeezing his shaft as she pushed down to her limits. The feeling was amazing and intense, but Kurt was able to hold on by biting the skin on his finger. Camden eventually slid off, then turned to slide up his sweat slicked body to kiss him again.

“How would you like to finish?” she whispered before kissing his lips. “We owe you for being such a good sport.”

“Are you serious?” he asked as Cathy played with his hair and kissed his cheek.

“Well?” Camden asked, then kissed Cathy before nuzzling against her cheek.

“Your mouths on me and each other,” he whispered. They looked at him with nearly identical grins. While Camden climbed off to go to the bathroom, Cathy rolled the condom off.

“Bring a wet washcloth,” Cathy said.

“Way ahead of you. I hate the taste of latex.” Camden climbed back on the bed and used the warm washcloth around Kurt’s shaft to clean off the mess. After a few taste tests, both girls began to take turns licking him and kissing each other.

Kurt put his hands behind his head and watched as they brought him closer to his own messy end. Edging for as long as he had, he was looking forward to how it would look to cover both their faces. He shut his eyes for a while to enjoy the warm attention, the scent of their sex adding to the experience.

Finally, he began to feel the first twitches of his approaching release and opened his eyes. Cathy was working his balls and lower shaft with her hand while Camden had his head in her mouth. “I’m close,” he whispered as he watched.

Camden and Cathy began to kiss each other across his swollen head, touching his tip and each other’s lips with their tongues. Their messy hair and flushed faces gave testimony to the pleasure they’d shared.

His eruption still seemed to take them by surprise despite his warning, but both of them grinned and pumped him like mad to keep it going for as long as he could.

Not closing his eyes once, Kurt took in the whole amazing spectacle as pulse after pulse exploded on their cheeks and lips. They kept kissing, sharing his seed on their tongues which made the moment last even longer for Kurt. In the end, he collapsed into a tired mess in the middle of the bed.

“That was yummy,” Cathy said as she licked the sticky mess off her fingers.

“Do you think you could go again?” Camden asked before cleaning his head with her tongue.

“Greedy,” Cathy laughed at her question.

“I start a new job tomorrow,” Kurt said and glanced at the bedside clock that read midnight. “I mean today. Otherwise, you’d have to throw me out.”

“I suppose I can wait until this weekend if I have to. How do both your Sunday afternoons look?” Cathy asked them with wide eyes.

“I have no plans that I know of,” Kurt answered as both of them snuggled up on each side of him. “Why don’t you pencil me in?”

“Then it’s a date,” Camden said and kissed his cheek.

* * *

K
urt crept into the house without turning on any lights and made his way to the couch. Someone had put his usual sheets and pillows on it for him, so he sat down to take off his shoes. He saw Charlotte creep into the dark room by the street lights shining in through the window.

“Did you have fun?” she whispered with a playful tone to her voice.

“I’ll need to say about a hundred Our Father’s just to be allowed into the confessional,” Kurt whispered back.

“It was interesting after you left,” she said as she sat in the overstuffed chair next to the couch.

“If it’s about Polly, I don’t even care,” Kurt whispered with a deep chuckle. “I’m utterly spent, Sis. I’d tell you about it, but you’d never believe me.”

“It was just sex, how wild could it be?”

“Seriously, I could write a porno. They were amazing.”

“They?” she gasped. “I thought you were going out with Julie’s friend Cathy?”

“Oh, I did. And her roommate. They couldn’t decide who liked me more, so they shared me.”

“Stop making things up, I’m serious.”

“So am I,” he hissed through his laughter. “I don’t care if you believe me or not!”

“Fine, then I won’t tell you what I heard,” she said as she got up to leave. “Don’t forget to set your alarm.”

Kurt chuckled as she left, but did set the alarm on his phone. Then he went to sleep with a smile on his face.

* * *

K
urt awoke feeling refreshed and invigorated. The memory of his adventures and the prospect of getting back on the water came together like a perfect storm. He packed some work clothes in his duffel for the long delivery run and was out the door in plenty of time to beat Mr. Tidewell to the dock.

Bo Tidewell was a huge man. Well over six feet tall and nearly as wide; his arms were as big as most men’s thighs. It didn’t take him long to mention his brief NFL career or his bad knees, but Kurt decided he liked him immediately.

The
Tres Jolie
was a larger ship than his favorite
St. Marie
back in Morgan City, but wasn’t the largest one he’d helmed. It had two small decks under the pilot house at the back, with a large open cargo hold in front. It had already been fully loaded and was ready for the delivery run when he arrived.

After a brief introduction to the other crew members, Bo took Kurt under his wing to quiz his knowledge as they prepared the ship for its run. The prelaunch checklist was his first job and Kurt slipped into the accustomed leadership mode he’d practiced for years. Running the crew through each item, double-checking everything, filling out the appropriate forms. After years of working around his dyslexia with his Uncle, he had confidence he’d done it correctly.

Bo reviewed the forms, spot checked the ship to verify his work, and then handed Kurt another stack of forms. “Good so far. I know it seems like make work, but I’d like you to double check that what we’ve got on board. The warehouse manager signed off on it and he’s pretty good, but nothing makes me happier than giving him shit for missing something. Plus it’ll get you more familiar with the ship.”

“Aye-aye,” he said and left to begin the boring work of ticking-and-tying the manifest against the crates and other equipment. The manifest included a ton of extra details that Uncle Charlie never put on his. He said he liked to keep the paperwork simple to make the errors stand out for dummies like himself.

So as Kurt puzzled out the inventory and location markers on the ship, he noticed something odd. The ship was delivering equipment from four different vendors. One was Deep Drilling Supplies, Jack’s company. The others were MJP Engineering, Coastal Mechanical, and a wholesale food distributor called Real Meals. Each item on the list included the base shipping rate as a cost-per-ton average. MJP was five cents per ton, two of the others were ten cents, but all the items for Deep Drilling had a base rate of twenty-two cents per ton.

Kurt knew the base rate for shipping by truck because of his father. It was around thirty-five cents per ton, much higher than typical nautical rates. His Uncle Charlie only had one customer he hated enough to charge twelve cents, but that was because he’d cheated him at cards once. He was lucky Uncle Charlie didn’t feed him to the sharks instead.

It took most of the day to climb around the hold to check the numbers on all the crates, and when he returned to the pilot house he was a filthy mess. Bo looked up when he entered with a big grin.

“I can’t believe you actually did it,” he said and shook his head. “I sat up here and watched you climb over every goddamn box in the hold. I don’t know what kind of pilot you are, but you are a helluva good worker.”

“Thanks, sir,” Kurt said as he wiped his hands on his coveralls. “The counts were spot on. The only thing I found odd was the base shipping rates. I ain’t never seen no twenty-two cents a ton for anything on a ship before. Those boxes from Deep Drilling full of nuclear waste or something?”

“Naw,” Bo said as he looked back out the window at the bay. “The boss got some new business partner who didn’t want to do business with Deep Drilling anymore, but damned if those sorry bastards didn’t select our bid anyway.”

“Seriously? Why would anyone pay that much?” Kurt asked, hoping he’d share some more gossip.

“Something fishy, I think,” Bo said with a significant look. “I know Evan and he wasn’t happy about the whole thing, but we needed the cash for some overdue maintenance.”

“Is that also how MJP Engineering got their cut rate?” Kurt asked with a sly smile.

“No comment,” Bo said with a grin. “I prolly already said too much. Stick that paperwork back in the rack over there on the bulkhead and go take a nap. I’m gonna let you take the evening shift at the wheel.”

“Aye-aye, sir,” Kurt said and headed back to his bunk with a big grin on his face.
Uncle Jack’s gonna be real interested in that
, he thought on the way down the ladder.

T
he cold autumn rain didn’t affect her mood at all as Polly pulled into Julie’s driveway after work. The last two nights had been eye opening for her. She’d always considered the sexual experiences with her previous lovers good, but after being thoroughly fucked by Trey she finally understood what that phrase meant.

He was careful, but not gentle. When she wanted him to use force or test her boundaries, he seemed to understand it intuitively. It was so satisfying to let him take control, and as she began to trust him more, her fears about being with him seemed to fade away.

She got out of the car and dashed into the porch to keep from getting too wet. The door opened before she could ring the doorbell and Julie put her finger over her lips and led her inside.

In a rare moment, all three of the kids were sound asleep on the couch while a cartoon played quietly on the television. Julie grinned at her and tip-toed past her slumbering family into the kitchen. When they got there, Julie asked, “Want some coffee?”

“Love some,” Polly said as she put her purse down on the counter. “Where’s Charlotte?”

“Interviewing down at Ben Taub. She and Kurt are serious business when they’re supposed to be on vacation.”

“Good for her,” Polly said as she took the mug from Julie. “I’m looking forward to our girls’ night out on Friday. I’ve hardly spent any time with her since she got here.”

“Gee, I wonder why?” Julie asked after taking a sip of her mug.

The comment made her grin and blush like they were still in high school. “Yeah,” she sighed.

“And you gave me shit about me and Jack!”

“So,” she said with mock indignation. “I owe you, like, a year of it!”

“Planning on a year already,” Julie teased. “That was quick.”

“I’m not planning on anything,” she said, but couldn’t lie. Taking another sip and leaning against the counter she whispered, “But I am hoping.”

Julie nodded like she already suspected it. “You’ll have to call me Aunt Julie.”

“Fuck you,” she said with a laugh.

Charlotte came in the garage door with a broad smile. “Hey Polly!” After a quick embrace she said to Julie, “Thanks again for letting me borrow your minivan for the interview.”