Uninhibited (Unlikely Lovers) (14 page)

Alan rolled over onto his back, his rigid cock standing up as straight as a flagpole. “I’ll try, but for pity’s sake, Emily
, look at my dick!”

It was pretty hard to miss. Stiff and nearly purple with veins popped out all over it, it looked like the penis of
Emily’s dreams. She would probably regret it, but at least she now knew the quickest way to get him off. Rolling over, she reached into the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a bottle.

“Here,” she
said, tossing it to him. “But I’m warning you, if you bang my ass as hard as you can, it’ll be the last time you get anywhere near it.”

“Oh, I’ll
be careful,” he promised. “I think that’s what’s wrong with me anyway. The thought of fucking your ass is making me crazy.”

“Yeah, I know,”
she said, rolling her eyes. “I hear that all the time.”

He laughed, gleefully popping open the top and liberally dousing his cock with lubricant. “I’m sure you’re making that up, but I’d be willing to bet I’m not the only one hot after your ass.”

“If so, the others are certainly keeping quiet about it. Although, generally speaking, the way to a woman’s heart is
not
to walk up to her and tell her you want to nail her asshole.”

“
I never said that.”

“
Maybe not, but I should have noticed that sleep wasn’t in there with all the care, feeding, foot massages, and love you promised me. I’ll have to be more attentive next time.”

“If there is a next time.”
He motioned for her to turn over. “I’d like to be the last new man you have to interview.”

Emily didn’t know i
f that meant he wanted to stay with her forever, or if, when he was finally finished with her, she’d be so totally fucked that she’d never even think about sex again as long as she lived. Resigned to her fate and not even bothering to lift her head from the pillow, she inched up onto her knees.

“
Holy
shit.
” He blew out a reverent sigh. “Would you get a load of that? I’m about to come just from the sight of it.”

She snorted a laugh.
“Like you haven’t seen it before.”

“Yeah, but not like
that
,” he declared. “It’s...well, it’s fuckin’ beautiful—like an upside down heart.”

“Which is a nice way of saying I’ve got a bit of a bubble-butt,”
she amended. “Really, Alan. Don’t just sit there admiring the damn thing. Fuck it and let me go to sleep.”

“My, how romantic,” he
drawled. “I don’t believe anyone’s ever said that to me before.”

“First time for everything,”
she retorted. Thrusting back at him, she wiggled her hips. “Come on, Alan. Do me.”

His hands
were hot and wet against her skin as he teased circles around her anus, coming closer and closer before finally delving inside. No wonder he’d ejaculated when she’d done it to him. Despite her determination not to give him too much encouragement, a long, shuddering sigh escaped her.

“Feels good, doesn’t
it, baby? I love hearing you make sounds like that. Do it again.”

As he chose that particular moment to push his cockhead against
her anus, she would’ve moaned again anyway. The pressure alone felt good. Teasing the outer ring soon had her craving more, and she backed up, forcing him in deeper, rocking against him as she fucked his dick with her ass, working him inside at her own pace and depth. Pretty soon, she had him in all the way and moved side to side, grinding his cock into her.

“You’re gonna make me come
,” he gasped. “Oh, fuck.
Emily!
” Letting out a yell, he backed away a little. “I can’t take it. It’s too good.”

He’d only backed off for a second
before he was right back inside so far that his pubic hair tickled her buns. “I love your ass, baby.” He ground out the words as though his teeth were clenched together. “Your fuckin’ ass is driving me wild. My dick is gonna pump cream into your cinnamon ring like icing on a cake.”

Cinnamon ring? Icing?
Of all the weird things Emily had heard men say at the height of passion—although, generally speaking, most of them didn’t say anything at all—this had to be the strangest. If she hadn’t been enjoying herself so much, she would’ve laughed out loud.

Alan
picked up the pace. “I’ve fucked all your holes and covered you with cum, just like you wanted, baby. I’ve even fucked your tits. I can’t hold on much—” His thighs slapped against the back of her legs and she could almost feel his balls unloading as they grated against her swollen pussy lips. “Oh,
swweeeet…
”      

He didn’t stop right away, and with addition of his s
emen, his dick was slipperier or she was more relaxed or something, because it felt incredible. Eventually, her knees slid out from under her, and Alan’s dick grew soft enough for her muscle tone to push him out. She was vaguely aware of being wiped dry with a towel before she fell asleep.

Alan hadn’t been able to see Emily when he’d awakened during the night, which meant his only choice had been to touch her—with predictable results. Now that the sun was up and shining brightly, he could simply lay there and watch her sleep. Tawny lashes rested on the delicate skin beneath her eyes, freckles dusted the curve of her cheekbone, and her full lips had parted slightly in slumber—all of it beautiful.  

She was a living, breathing miracle
—the one woman he’d ever met who had the potential to be The One. She probably didn’t realize that, but he would tell her so as soon as she woke up. She needed sleep. Limits, she’d said. There had to be limits. He’d promised…

I can do this.

When it came to women and sex, self-control had never been Alan’s strong suit. The total abstinence of the past year had taught him how to
avoid
sex, but not how to temper the drive. When faced with the opportunity, he’d fallen off the wagon and binged like any other addict. Although he could close his eyes, he could still hear her breathing, feel her warmth, and inhale her scent.

He’d actually gotten enough sex the night before, which was a first for him. Unfortunately, he’d had to wear
her
out to do it. If he was smart—which he was beginning to think he wasn’t—he’d leave right now before she woke up and gazed at him with those fabulous green eyes. He’d never be able to resist her then. She was like chocolate, opium, crack—anything a man could become addicted to.

Rationing.
It was the only solution.

He’d never been able to do it before—but then, he’d never gotten enough, either. It might work. All he needed was something else to do…

I’ll fix breakfast.

With one last, lingering look at her, he slid carefully from the bed
. He liked her room. Done in mauve, white, and gold, it was feminine without being frilly and had a good, solid sleigh bed.
Cherry, maybe
. Not surprisingly, he hadn’t noticed a thing about the furnishings the night before and considered it a good sign that he could actually contemplate her bed without nailing her to it.

He winced as his cock began to throb.

Maybe she’ll let me fuck her after breakfast.

Gripping his head in his hands, he turned it resolutely toward the doorway. Now all he had to do was start walking. Unfortunately, his damn dick bobbed with every step, reminding him of what he was leaving behind.

I should take a shower first. That way, if she’s agreeable, at least I’ll be clean.

Her bathroom was even classier than the bedroom.
With deep green walls, Travertine tile, and a clear glass door on the shower, it seemed sort of…Italian. She even had terracotta-colored towels.

Maybe I’ll take her to Italy on our honeymoon.

He paused, blinking against the sunlight streaming in through the lace curtains. Honeymoon?

Where the hell did that come from?

He couldn’t recall ever thinking
about marriage with any of the women he’d dated—or
tried
to date. They would’ve laughed at him if he had. Oddly enough, he couldn’t quite picture Emily laughing at the idea—not yet, anyway.

Hanging
a towel on the hook by the door, he turned on the shower and got in before the water had time to warm up.

He blew out a breath
, shivering as the chilly spray hit his dick. Cold showers had never worked before. Today was no different.

Wasn’t that the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing aga
in and again expecting a different outcome? He chuckled to himself thinking that whoever had come up with that definition had clearly never used a computer.

I should’ve gone for a run. Too late now. I should just jack off in the shower.
His soapy hands felt good on his dick, but not nearly as good as hers—or her mouth or her tits or her pussy or her ass.

Shit.

He stood beneath the spray with his forehead against the wall. His dick hurt so bad, he let out a sob.

“Are you okay?”

Great. She had to catch me crying in the shower.

Swallowing hard, he
wiped the water from his face. “Yeah. Sorry if I woke you.”

“No worries. I’m a fairly light sleeper as a rule. I must’ve been dead to the world earlier.”

Alan was almost afraid to turn around. “Sorry. That was…selfish of me.”

“You make it sound like you were the only one who enjoyed it.” She opened the door. “Mind if I join you? I’m kinda…sticky.”

Wincing, he finally turned around. She
was like every dream he’d ever had—soft lips curved in a smile, eyes like fathomless green pools, and a body to die for. “You enjoyed some of it, didn’t you?”

She grinned. “I thought we’d already established that.” She glanced down at his dick. “Need some help?”

“Yeah.” Tears stung his eyes, making him glad he was already wet. “I’m sorry I’m so weird. I can’t help it. I try, but this is just the way I am.”

“It’s okay,” she said. “
I haven’t had much in the way of physical contact for so long, I’ve gotten used to
not
being touched or held or kissed. I can get used to you. All I need is some time to adjust.”

He nodded. “I’ll try not to get so carried away
next time.”

She smiled again, and his heart did a
funny little twist in his chest.

“I can’t say you didn’t warn me, but I can’t help thinking I might end up overdosing on something I’ve never even gotten a full dose of before.”
Reaching up, she cupped his cheek. “You’re one helluva lover, Alan, and I believe you’ve a very caring person. No one has ever offered me the stuff you promised to do for me—things I didn’t even think I deserved.”

“But you
do
deserve them, Emily. Everyone does.”

S
he shook her head. “A lot of guys don’t give a shit about whether their woman is happy or not—and believe me, I’ve known gobs of unhappy women—but I’ve never heard anyone complain that a guy cared too much. Too jealous or possessive, maybe, but not that they really
cared
.”

He caught her wrist as she lowered her hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss
her palm. “I tend to go overboard with the touchy-feely stuff, but I’m not the jealous type. Wanting to be with you all the time doesn’t mean I’m trying to keep someone else from encroaching on my territory.”

“That’s…refreshing.
” Her gaze shifted back and forth between his eyes as though searching for something—deception, perhaps. Whatever she saw seemed to satisfy her, for she gave him a brief nod before curling her arms around his neck. “Not jealous, not possessive, and you can get it up and keep it up. Then there was that bit about saying I looked like love—which is probably the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.” She heaved a sigh. “You have all the makings of the perfect man.”

Wow.

Alan knew he wasn’t perfect, but her expression was enough to make him wonder. He didn’t know what to say.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to
say anything because she kissed him. Her body was warm and wet in his arms, and her soft lips caressed his like melted butter. When her tongue sought entry, his knees buckled.

She’s seducing me.

Had a woman ever done that before? Had he ever given anyone the chance to come on to him first?

Probably not.
He’d always been the aggressor, the initiator, or whatever it was called. Right then, he didn’t care. Emily was in his arms, her hips swaying side to side, her belly rubbing against his cock.

He couldn’t suppress a groan. “What are you
doing
to me?”

“Being proactive,” she replied. “And you know what? I think it’s working.”

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Emily slid her hands down to his cock, which was nicely plumped up and soapy. She hadn’t had the opportunity to check as yet, but she doubted it was soft even while he was asleep. “You don’t mind if I wash this again, do you?”