Uninhibited (Unlikely Lovers) (17 page)

Meaning me.

Alan knew exactly what Emily was trying to do, and he was pretty sure his dick wouldn’t last that long. “Just a quickie before lunch. Then we’ll wrap all that stuff.”

“What about
the cookies?”

His dick jumped like she’d touched it. “I have
lots
of ideas for what to do with cookie dough.”

“I’ll just bet you do,” she said with a smirk. “This has got to be the strangest time I’ve ever
spent with a guy.”

“You mean trying
not
to fuck me and wishing I’d put my clothes
on
?”

“Yeah. It’s usually the other way around. Weird
, huh?”

Gripping his cock, he gave it a squeeze, forcing out a shiny droplet of pre-cum. “I hope this is doing something for you.”

She blew out a sigh. “Of course it is! My pussy has been aching for the past hour.”

Growling,
he had her down on the floor and her pants off in seconds. His cock was so hot, he half-expected to hear it sizzle when it hit her juice. “Oh,
fuck
. You feel so fuckin’ good I can hardly stand it.”

“So do you.” Emily came up off the floor like a cobra striking, hooking a hand behind his head, fastening her lips onto his in a kiss that blew his mind apart.

He hated to admit it, even to himself, but the teasing anticipation made him wilder than ever. And the sex was fabulous.

Who’d have thunk it?
He certainly never had, but as she took him in up to the hilt, he knew it was true. She was wet, creamy, and wide open for him. Walking forward on his knees, he grabbed her ankles and dragged her feet up on his shoulders.

“Pull your shirt up,” he begged, his throat tight with lust. “I want to see your tits
bounce while I fuck you.”

With a slow, seductive smile, she did as he asked, baring her gorgeous
breasts. He rammed into her, making the soft flesh jiggle with each thrust.

“Do you have any idea how fabulous you look right now? Your eyes, your body, your deliciously kissable lips?”

Her initial reply was a short laugh. “Then fuck me, you big, hot stud. Get that fucker in as hard and deep as it’ll go.”

She was getting good at the talk. Maybe a little
too
good. “You’re gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up.”

“Yeah, but now that I know you can keep going even after you shoot your wad, I’d like to see just how many times
I can get you off.” She dragged a fingernail down the center of his chest, making goose bumps fan out in every direction. “Come on, slut puppy. Fuck me and don’t stop ’til you drop.”

Alan’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. No one had ever told him
anything
like that. Ever.

“What’s the matter, man-whore? Cat got your dick?”

“Holy shit, Emily! What are you
doing
to me?”

“Making sure you get enough. Making sure
I
get enough. Come on, Alan. Do your stuff. Fuck me ’til I can’t walk.”

He didn’t know about walking, but his eyes crossed to the point he saw two of her.

And I’m fucking both of them.

Picking up the pace, he settled into a rhythm then broke it up to try some fancier angles. She moaned with each and every one of them.

“Good, baby? Do you like feeling my dick doing a tap dance on your G-spot?”

“Absolutely.
That’s one helluva dick you’ve got there, Alan. It’s fuckin’ gorgeous!”

Alan wasn’t blind, nor was he stupid. He knew what he had hanging between his legs. “And it’s all yours, baby. Whenever you want it.”

Coherent thoughts dissipated like smoke in the wind, and time lost its meaning. All he felt was the carnal urge to mate.

And then die.

Somehow he had a feeling that was how he would go—one last mega-orgasm to end it all.

But not yet. 

Surprisingly, he didn’t come right away. At least, it didn’t seem like it. He wasn’t sure. She came once, twice, and he kept right on going. The third time was the charm. As her pussy gripped his dick and sent his mind into oblivion, his back arched, his head snapped back, and his balls let go, squeezing out every last drop of semen he had in him.

With a groan, he
withdrew, put her feet together and laid them down on the floor, only then noticing that she was still wearing one leg of her sweat pants and one of the fuzzy slippers. Crashing onto the carpet beside her, he felt like he could sleep for a month.

He was completely, totally fucked out.
His mind was practically blank and he was so relaxed he might have been melting into the floor. No insatiable urges demanded release. All he could feel was his breath moving in and out and the steady thud of his heartbeat.

Emily rolled onto her side.
“Got any skin left on your knees?”

“Prob’ly not.”

“I’m not sure there’s any left on my back, either. Feel like wrapping presents?”

“In a minute or two.” He cleared his throat. “Is my dick hard?”

“Nope. Told you I could cure you.”

He tried to shake his head and couldn’t do it. “S’not a permanent cure. Only temporary.”

“Maybe we should make cookies first. I think you need the extra energy.”

“Mmm
-hmm.”

“Wuss.”

“Yep. At the moment, anyway.”

He heard her moving again and felt her fingers in his hair. When he opened his eyes, she was lying on her stomach, propped up on her elbows
, her gaze roaming over his face.

“I’m not sure how to suggest this without upsetting you,
” she began. “But when do you want me to take you home?”

His heart did another flip
. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the good kind. “You’re trying to get rid of me, aren’t you?”

“No. Just wanted to know the plan.
So far, I can’t see any reason to get rid of you. You seem to be fairly low-maintenance—you obviously don’t shave very often, so you don’t need a razor, and my soap, shampoo, and deodorant seem to meet with your approval. But you have to go home sometime, if only for a change of clothes.”

“Do
I look like I need a change of clothes?”

“You might if you have to work tomorrow.
I have to be at work by eight.”

“
I go in at six to open up. I guess you could take me home tonight so you wouldn’t have to get up so early.”

“No problem. I can run you home
anytime.”

“Wow. That was easy. Sure you aren’t chucking me out?”

She arched a brow. “Are you incapable of getting in your car and driving back over here?”

“Not if you’ll let me in.”

“Of course I’ll let you in. Don’t be such a worry-wart,” she chided. “If I ever decide I don’t want you around, I’ll tell you to your face.”

“I’m sorry if my worrying annoys you, but
I really want this to work. I’ve had so much fun with you today. I don’t want it to end.”

Her expression softened.
“I don’t get it. One minute you’re a filthy-mouthed little horn dog, and a heartbeat later, you say the most marvelous things. What do you do? Write all this stuff down and rehearse it?”

He shrugged. “I watch a lot of romantic movies
, if that’s what you mean. It isn’t just a line, Em. I’ve been around a lot of women, but you’re different. I don’t want to screw it up.”

“
Then why don’t you try trusting me?” she suggested. “I’ll be as honest with you as I can, but you have to give me a chance. I like you, I’ve had fun with you, and I might even discover that I’m in love with you someday, but, please, don’t automatically assume that just because I take you home I never want to see you again. I know it’s happened to you before, but I promise I won’t treat you that way. I searched high and low trying to find you, Alan. I won’t give up that easily.”

He’d been every bi
t as desperate to find her, and he still had a hard time believing he was actually there in her house—praying he wouldn’t wake up and discover he’d only been dreaming. “Sorry. Force of habit.”

“
I can understand that.” She chuckled. “You’re afraid of getting dumped, and I’ve developed a soft dick phobia.”

“Good thing I like to run around naked. Must be reassuring to see my boner.”

“
Very
reassuring. Why don’t you stop your worrying and kiss me again? I love the way you kiss.”

Her lids slowly lowered over her sparkling eyes as he leaned closer. She’d asked him to kiss her, but she was kissing him back every bit as much. He was melting again…except for his dick.

You can’t keep a good dick down.

“When do you get off work tomorrow?” she asked.

“I usually leave at six,” he replied.

“
I can be there by five-thirty or so. I need to check out this store of yours. Health food, huh?”

“Yeah.
Vitamins and herbs, too.”

“I don’t suppose you’ve ever found any concoctions that would slow a guy down, have you?”

He snorted a laugh. “Most of that stuff is intended to improve a man’s performance. Never heard of anything that would decrease it.”

“Hmm…
guess your problem
is
kinda unique. I doubt it’s due to an overproduction of testosterone—those guys are usually mean and violent. You don’t seem like that to me.”

“
God, I hope not.”

“Ever see a shrink?”

“I probably should have, but no, I haven’t.”

She combed her fingers through his hair.
“Maybe you produce more sperm than anyone else in the history of the world and have to keep the pipes clear or your nuts will rupture. You always seem to have enough in you to ejaculate, no matter how often you come.”

“Want to test that theory?”

“Oh, yeah.” She grinned wickedly. “But we need to make the cookies first—well, the dough, anyway.”

God, she was beautiful.
“A woman after my own heart.”

She shrugged. “Todd did say he thought we were made for each other.”

“I think he might be right.”

Alan certainly hoped so. If not, he might have to give up sex—and women—forever.

And I really don’t want to do that.

Chapter 13

Emily had always considered chocolate chip cookie dough to be the ultimate flavor sensation. Nevertheless, she was unprepared for how much better it would taste smeared on the perfect penis.

“Wow. Alan’s Dick à
la Dough. Yum, yum! I may never be the same.”

Chuckling, he rubbed his cock on her cheek.
“
I’m
anxious to try Emily’s Pussy à la Crème.”

“Sounds like a yeast infection waiting to happen,” she said with a grimace. “Better stick to putting it on my boobs.”

His response to that was an ejaculation that shot her in the face.

“Dammit, Alan, you got it in my ear!”

“Sorry.” His grin was anything but apologetic. “That one caught me by surprise. Messed up my aim.”

Giggling helplessly, Emily reached for a
tissue. “After all the target practice you’ve had today, you should be able to hit a gnat at fifty paces.”

“May
be I need to practice some more.” He waggled his brow.

“And maybe I need to take you home so we can both get some sleep tonight.”

His face fell, and he glanced at his watch, which was still his only accoutrement. “You’re right.” He sighed. “It’s getting late. Guess I ought to go.”

“Put your pants on, and we’ll leave as soon as the last batch
of cookies is done.” She hoped she didn’t sound too anxious. Alan was kinda touchy for a guy—nor was he one to hide his emotions.

Nevertheless, he didn’t complain and proceeded to dress while Emily finished cleaning up the kitchen. Despite his cooperation, he still
seemed subdued during the drive to his place, leading her to suspect she really had hurt his feelings. Revising her original intention to drop him off at the curb so he couldn’t drag her into his apartment for a quickie, she parked the car and went into the building with him, promising herself she would do no more than kiss him goodnight.

Then she would
pay a short visit to her brother.

Alan
hesitated at the door. “Think we could go out to dinner sometime?”

Emily couldn’t help chuckling.
“Really? An honest-to-God date now that we’ve already done everything else we could think of?” Actually, she might’ve been able to come up with a few more things, but for that, her brain needed some time to recover.