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Authors: Bethany Michaels,Cheryl Brooks,Elizabeth Raines,Mellanie Szereto,Niki Hayes,Morgan Annie

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“So you aren’t working tonight?”

“Nope.”

“Got any plans?”

“You mean beyond tying my next-door neighbor to my bed and making him scream? No. Not really.”
Wasn’t that enough?

Aidan licked his lower lip and sucked it into his mouth. A simple act, perhaps, but one that had Trish salivating at the thought of doing it herself. He reached for the watering can and soaked the soil around each plant. “Want to do something?”

“Like what?”

“I dunno. Get a pizza? Go to a movie maybe?”

Is he asking me out on a
date? “Still trying to pay me back?”

“You can think of it that way if it makes you feel better.”

Trish scratched her head. “Compared to what?”

“Well, you were pretty upset yesterday.” He shrugged and got to his feet. “I thought maybe you could use some cheering up.”

Trish stood there for a moment, trying to figure out how to respond. It was difficult to admit that if she was in need of cheer, Aidan was perhaps the best possible source. Just when that had become clear, she didn’t know.
Might have been when he came in my face
. “True. Thanks for the offer.”

Aidan dusted the dirt from his hands, eyeing her curiously. “Is that a yes or a no?”

It was a pity date, just like it would be a pity fuck if she—but, no. If she fucked him, it certainly wouldn’t be out of pity. It would be more along the lines of attempting to quench an insatiable thirst—or lust.

Then the humor hit her, and she began giggling uncontrollably. “Yeah, right after I rip the hair off your dick, we’ll go get pizza!”

Aidan bit down on his lip again, but this time he was trying not to laugh. “Okay. Yeah. Sure. Go ahead and laugh…” And then he was laughing right along with her.

Trish laughed until she cried, practically screaming with mirth. “I haven’t done that in ages,” she said when she finally regained control.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, much better. You ready?”

“Just let me hang up those pots and wash my hands.” Trish watched as Aidan stretched up to hang the impatiens from the porch roof, catching a fleeting glimpse of the dark treasure trail she’d seen the day before. She was practically drooling when he finished. He had no idea how appealing he was. None. Hairy dick or not, it was a miracle he was still single. “Now remember, you’ve got to water them every day and fertilize at least once a week or they’ll get all yellow and scraggly.”

Trish cleared her throat, but her voice still sounded more like a croak. “I can handle that.”

While Aidan washed his hands in the kitchen, Trish got the tweezers. This time, she knew exactly what she was getting into. With a pounding heart and shaking hands, she sat down on the bed, waiting for him. Would he get an erection this time? Or would the novelty have worn off already? It certainly hadn’t for her.

“I brought another belt,” he said as he entered. “I was pulling pretty hard on that rope thing. I wouldn’t want to break it.”

Her mouth felt like a pill bottle stuffed with cotton. “Sounds good.” Trish glanced at the rumpled bed. The day before, her bed had been made. Aidan had lain on top of the bedspread. This time he would be directly on the sheets—
in
her bed, not just on it—quadrupling the level of intimacy.

“My clothes are kinda dirty. Want me to take them off?”

“Sure, that’s what they all say.” Her erogenous zones ignited. Not only
in
her bed but
naked
in her bed. Telling herself he’d been naked the day before in all the ways that mattered, she nodded, giving him a wink. “Go for it.”

Trish watched as Aidan dragged his shirt off over his head, further tousling his curls. Hair curled across his chest, tapering down to his navel. Unbuckling his belt, he skimmed off his shorts and briefs before pulling the belt out of the loops. Trish had never witnessed anything so erotic in her life.

Until she looked below where that belt had been. His cock was just as hard, just as big, though not quite as hairy, as it had been the day before. Trish didn’t realize how hard she was staring at it until Aidan waved a hand in front of her face. “Earth to Trish.”

“Huh?”

“Geeze, Trish. You saw it yesterday. You’re not gonna freak out on me now, are you?”

She shook her head. “No. I’m not.”

He hopped onto the bed, spreading his arms and legs wide. His cock was standing straight up. “So tie me up and do your worst.”

Still staring, she asked, “Is it always hard?”

Aidan grinned wickedly. “What do you think?”

“I don’t know—which is why I asked.”

“Trish,” he said evenly. “My dick has a mind of its own. This is the closest thing I’ve ever had to sex. How do you
think
it would react?”

She nodded. Of course it would be hard if that’s what he thought. Guys couldn’t control their erections. Either you got one or you didn’t. It wasn’t like they could choose. At least Aidan didn’t seem quite so embarrassed anymore. She applied the restraints to his arms and legs. Aidan wiggled his butt on the bed, presumably to get more comfortable, but in her eyes all it did was make his cock wave at her.

Hi there, Trish! Here I am, just waiting for you to come and play with me. You know you want me. Want to feel me inside you. Want to taste me. Want to suck me…

Trish blinked hard and pushed the hair back from her face. Aidan’s dick was talking to her. She must be losing her mind. The fact that his dick was absolutely correct was beside the point.

“I’m ready,” Aidan said. He waggled his eyebrows. “Do me.”

Trish rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right.”
If only I could.
Scooting toward him, she propped herself up on one elbow and began removing the hairs, one by one. Aidan didn’t fuss nearly as much as he had the day before. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it, letting out little moans of pleasure every time she touched him. After a short while, she stopped to rub her shoulder.

“Getting a crick in your neck?”

Nodding, she shifted her position.

“Why don’t you lie down?” he suggested. “You could lie across my leg if you want.” He wasn’t being coy or seductive. He seemed perfectly serious and concerned for her comfort.

However, lying across his thigh was
not
in Trish’s best interests. Having his dick at point-blank range was bad enough, but that position would put her tongue much too close to his balls—his absolutely beautiful, perfectly shaped, clearly defined, highly suckable balls. She couldn’t care less about the hair. In fact, she was dying to get close enough for the crisp curls to tickle her nose. No way would she be able to resist taking a lick.

Oh, what the hell…
Trish did as he suggested, but once again, his cock captured her attention. Standing straight up with a stream of natural lubricant flowing down the shaft, it begged to be touched, tasted, savored, and sucked. Experimentally, she brushed her knuckles across the underside as she moved in closer with the tweezers.

Aidan gasped when their skin made contact but let out a long moan when she plucked three hairs at once.

“It would be interesting to hear the kind of sounds you would make if I did something to you that actually felt
good.
” Trish gazed at his face, daring him to reply.

He didn’t disappoint. The expression in his dark-brown eyes was one of deep-seated longing, seasoned with desire, and the tone of his voice changed, becoming deeper, rougher… “Go ahead, Trish. Do anything you like. I can’t stop you.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Her own voice was barely a whisper. “Something that feels good?”

Aidan responded with a slow, deliberate nod.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

Trish moved very slowly, letting him see just exactly what she intended to do. That way, he could tell her to stop if he liked. She might not listen to him, of course—not if he stopped her too soon.

Her hand hovered over his rigid cock, waiting for some negative sign. He held his breath, not saying a word.

She shifted her gaze to the stunning phallus there before her. “That is one awesome piece of meat you’ve got there, Aidan.”

His breath went out with a whoosh. “Oh, yeah, Trish. Talk dirty to me.”

Trish couldn’t suppress her smile. In her eyes, he was perfect. Any other woman he’d been with was a fool not to see it. “Is that what turned the other girls off?”

He shook his head. “Never had the nerve to say it before.”

“You know what you said about letting me do anything to you?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you can
say
anything to me. Anything you like.”

Brown eyes bored into hers with an intensity that made her tremble. “Then please, Trish. Suck my fuckin’ dick.”

A flame of desire shot through her like a lightning bolt. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Trish cupped her hand over his cockhead, getting her palm wet with his juice before sliding down the shaft. He had to be a good eight or nine inches long and so big around her thumb and fingertips didn’t touch when she circled it with her hand. His back arched as he yanked on the restraints.

“I’m glad this is a good, solid oak bed, or you would’ve pulled it apart by now.”

“Yeah,” he gasped. “Trish,
please.

She locked her gaze with his as she aimed his cock toward her lips. Blowing on the engorged head, she felt it twitch in her hand. “You
really
want me to suck you?”

“Yessss!” he hissed. “Do it!”

Unable to resist the urge to tease, Trish moistened her lips and exhaled softly. Pre-cum gushed from his slit. “Maybe I’ll just taste you first.” Barely touching him with the tip of her tongue, she caught the fresh fluid as it dripped off the flange of the corona. “Mmm…Oh yeah…Slick and salty.” She licked him again, this time giving him a good, solid swipe across the head, pausing afterward to savor his sauce.

Aidan’s whole body jerked, pulling against all of the restraints at once. Veins popped up on his neck and arms. Trish was surprised he didn’t come in her face again. “Holy shit, Trish,” he moaned. “You’re killing me.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Without hesitation, she went down on Aidan’s thick, succulent cock.

Trish had sucked cock before but never one as amazing as this. She couldn’t even get half of it in her mouth before it hit the back of her throat. He was hot and slick and so rigid she could feel every vein, every firm contour with her lips and tongue. Suddenly, all the wild, kinky things she’d ever heard of a woman doing to a man went rampaging through her mind. He probably wouldn’t like half of it, but he had said she could do anything…

She let go of his cock, smiling to herself as he let out a groan.

“Don’t stop, Trish.
Please
don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t.” But she had to suck those perfect balls first. Soft curls covered them, but the skin was even softer, turning to creamy smoothness as she licked him. Nibbling at the loose skin, she waited until he pushed against her. Opening her mouth wide, she sucked one of his testicles into her mouth, savoring it slowly before going after the other one.

“Oh… my…
God.”

Trish ran her tongue all over them, reveling in the sounds he made. The sudden gasps, the soft moans, the low growls. Her clit felt tight, as though it was every bit as engorged as his dick, and her pussy was weeping for him, her own moisture soaking into her panties.
What a waste.

But there were other things being wasted. His glistening cock syrup lay puddled in his groin. Trish dipped her fingers in it, coating them with his slippery essence. Reaching beneath him, she probed carefully for his anus, thanking the dictate that nurses keep their fingernails short. The last thing she wanted was to hurt him. At least, not any more than was absolutely necessary…

Massaging his cock with one hand, she went after his ass with the other, still teasing his balls with her mouth.

“Trish!” he screamed. “You—
ohhh
…”

Her fingertip slid past the anal sphincter. Gliding in, slowly pulling out, fucking his ass until she felt him begin to relax. He trusted her that much.
Amazing.

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