Uninhibited (Unlikely Lovers) (19 page)

“You crazy little woman,” he muttered, pulling
her hard up against him. “Can I help it if you drive me wild?”

“I guess not—”
She broke off there, gasping as Alan nipped her earlobe and then slid his tongue down her neck.

Pressing his lips to her ear, he lowered his voice to a provocative pitch.
“Yeah, Emily. You drive me wild—especially when you’ve got my cock in your mouth.”

“Sh
h! Todd might hear you.”

“
Then you’d better get your pretty little ass in here so we can close the door, and then you can suck…my…dick.”

Her initial response was a long, shuddering sigh. “I’m probably gonna regret this,” she said as
she pulled him inside.

Once the door was closed, Alan was completely nude in a matter of seconds. 

She gave him a quick once-over and nodded. “I
knew
there was something peculiar about you. Now I see what it was. You had clothes on.”

“
That’s because I didn’t want Todd or anyone else seeing what you do to me.” He gestured toward his groin. “I’ve been waiting ever since I heard you knock—and my cock has been waiting too. C’mere and suck me, baby. Suck my big, fuckin’ dick and make me come in your face.”

With a trembling hand,
she took his cock in her grasp, gazing up at him through her thick lashes before plunging his dripping penis into her mouth.

Threading his fingers in
her hair, he pulled her closer. “Oh, yeah, baby,” he groaned. “Suck me.”

He hadn’t been kidding when he said it wouldn’t
take long. After two very short, ecstatic minutes, he pulled out and jizzed in her face. Dragging her to her feet, he licked her cheeks and then kissed her, delving deeply into the recesses of her mouth with his cum-slick tongue.

She
kissed him back, devouring his lips. “Alan,” she whispered. “Help me...
please
. I…hurt inside. Please…fuck me until you can’t do it anymore.”

Alan had to fight the urge to take her right there on the living room floor.
“We’ll be at it all night,” he warned. “I won’t be able to stop.”

“
Sounds fabulous.”

With an inarticulate grunt
, he scooped her up and carried her to his bedroom. After laying her on the bed, however, he reined in the urgency, removing her clothing with a painstaking slowness that seemed to drive her wilder still. Remembering the way she’d teased him in the shower, he slowed the pace even further, using his lips, tongue, and fingertips on every erogenous zone he could find. As she thrashed and moaned in his arms, he had an idea she might climax without him, but that was okay. She’d have plenty of other opportunities to come before the night was over.

Alan didn’t need the recovery time, but he took it anyway, using it to prepare her for the onslaught of
passion he was about to unleash—not to mention that
other
factor.

“Alan,” she
moaned. “Alan, please...you’re making it worse.”

“I want to be sure you’re really wet, babe. I’ll hurt you if you’re not.”

“I’m already wet to my knees. How much more lubrication could I possibly need?”

He winced. “Take a look at my dick, and you’ll see what I mean.”

One glance at his groin had her sucking in a breath that triggered a coughing fit. “Holy shit!” she exclaimed. “What happened to it?”

“I get
…bigger when I’m at home,” he explained. “I probably should have warned you.”

“I’ve never heard of such a thing
. How is that possible?”

“Don’t know,” he replied, shaking his head. “
Maybe I’m less inhibited on my own turf. All I know is, that’s how it works—which is one reason why I usually at least
try
to do it somewhere else for the first few times. There’ve been several girls who couldn’t take it.”

“
Hmm…another catch. How come it wasn’t like this when I sucked you just now?”

“You weren’t naked and hadn’t asked me to fuck you until I couldn’t do it anymore. That sort of thing has its effect, you know.”

Sitting up, she lifted his cock, examining it carefully. Alan had to grit his teeth to keep from coming in her face again.

“The damn thing has to be thicker by
at least half an inch. Still, if a woman can deliver a baby, she ought to be able to handle something that size. Of course, if it gets any bigger, you might rip something, but… Got any really slick lube?”

“Yeah.
” He heaved a sigh of relief. “I probably should have just gone ahead and used the lube without saying anything. I hated to spring it on you, though.”

“
Or you could’ve saved the surprise for another day. Why didn’t you just let me go home instead of waiting in the hall for me?”

“I had good intentions
. Can I help it if I have a penis that won’t leave me alone?”

“
Guess not.” She shrugged. “Okay, lube it up real good and go for it. I’ll let you know if you need to stop.”

Alan didn’t waste any time grabbing the lube and polishing his dick with it.
Then he handed her the bottle. “Here, hang onto this in case you need more.”

H
er gaze never left his cock as he crawled up between her legs. “Oh, God. It’s getting
longer
.”

“No, it
isn’t
,” he insisted. “Just thicker.” Easing into her slit, he watched her face, waiting for her grimace.

The moment of truth…

“
Well…I can see why some women can’t take it.” Her voice was almost as tight as her pussy, and she had a white-knuckled grip on the lube. When he slid in the rest of the way, her eyes rolled back in her head. “On the other hand, it may be just what the doctor ordered.”

Her bre
ath shortened to a pant as he began to move—slowly at first, then with increasing speed and depth.

At least s
he’s not screaming—yet.

“Hold on a sec,” she gasped.

As he slid back, she squirted more lube at the base of his cock.

“Better?” he asked as he picked up the pace again.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! I don’t think—”

The rest of her sentence was
cut off by an orgasm that seized his dick like a vise and turned her into a bucking bronco.  

A shout leaped from his throat as his balls contracted, sending a megadose of cum spewing from his slit, eliminating the need for any additional lubrication. His cock now slid
quite easily in and out of her pussy, her wet warmth holding him in a hug that caressed rather than squeezed. With her pussy this slick, Alan knew he could keep going for a lot longer than she could.

Several orgasms later—three for her and two for him—he figured he’d better quit or she really
wouldn’t
be able to walk.

“G’night, Em,” he muttered as he fell over onto the bed. “Don’t bother going home.”

“Not sure I can, actually.”

He smiled against his pillow. “Good.”

Chapter
14

Emily awakened to an unfamiliar tweeting sound. Opening her eyes to near complete darkness, she was momentarily disoriented until her gaze finally landed on a digital clock that read five-fifteen. The tweeting, however, wasn’t coming from the clock, but from Alan’s watch, which was sounding off beneath her pillow.

Lifting her head, she wondered
how in the world he’d been able to sleep with someone lying on his arm—or for that matter, how she’d been able to sleep with his other arm draped over her hip, not to mention the way his leg held hers in a tangled embrace.

She gave him a nudge.
“Hey, you. Time to get up and make the doughnuts—or whatever it is you do first thing in the morning.”

“I sure as hell don’t make doughnuts. You will eat oatmeal for breakfast and
like
it.”

Shutting off his alarm, he yawned and pulled her closer, snuggling up as though intending to snooze for a bit.

“Oh, no you don’t,” she said, shoving his arm away. “I need to go home and take a shower and get ready for work.”

“You could take a shower here.”

“I’d rather not. Something tells me I’d wind up being late. No need for oatmeal, either. I’ll pick up breakfast on the way to work.”

“It better not be doughnuts,” he warned. “Those things will kill you.
They’re like sugar-coated hand grenades to your health.”

“Yeah, well, I
could use a good sugar rush right now.” She rolled over and sat up, wincing as she dangled her legs off the side of the bed. “Or maybe some antibiotics. I feel a bladder infection coming on.” She stood up. “Or maybe I just need to pee.”

Putting one foot in front of the other was more difficult than she would’ve guessed
. However, her first wobbly step instantly had Alan at her side with an arm around her waist.

“Allow me.” Gathering her up in his arms, he carried her into the bathroom and sat her on the toilet.

“That’s a first,” she muttered.

“I’ll have
to stock up on cranberry juice.” He took a step back and peered at her as though expecting her to start screaming in pain at any moment. “Or maybe cranberry capsules. We carry them at the store. Can’t have you getting sick.”

“
Um…will you get in the shower? You don’t need to watch.”

“I want to make sure you’re okay.”

She scowled up at him. “I’m
fine
.”

“Sorry, I just…”

“I know, I know,” she said, putting up a hand. “But staring at me won’t make any difference in the outcome. I promise to give you a full report when I’m done.”

“Okay.” He still a
ppeared doubtful, hesitating a few seconds before finally turning on the water. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

Emily was at a loss to know what that might be, but she nodded anyway. When he finally got in the tub and pulled the curtain
closed, she let loose, wincing with the lingering pain at the end.

Crap.
A yeast infection would surely follow. While this wouldn’t stop her from sucking him, actual intercourse was out of the question for a while.

“That’s what I get for not g
etting up to pee right afterward.” Although she had no idea how she could’ve done it when, for all intents and purposes, she’d been unconscious at the time.

The shower curtain snapped back and Alan stuck his head out. “What was that?”

“Don’t suppose you’ve got any double strength Septra laying around, have you?”

“No—oh
, shit! Really?”

“I’m afraid so.
Should’ve known this would happen.” Emily had always been prone to that particular condition. What was surprising was that it hadn’t happened sooner. “I’ve got a prescription at home, though. No worries.”

“
You’re sure?” Judging from his anxious, nearly tearful expression, he didn’t agree with her prognosis.

“
Yes, I’m sure. No nooky for a day or two, though.”

He swallowed with noticeable difficulty. “Okay. I’m really sorry, Em.
I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know that. It’s my own damn fault for not dragging my ass out of bed when you finished last night.”

“I’ll make sure you do that from now on. Deal?”

“Deal. Now
hurry up in there before you have me jumping your bones and giving you
a bladder infection to match.”

He frowned. “What?”

Shaking her head, she let out a giggle. “You have no idea how hot you look when you’re all wet and soapy, do you?”

“I guess not.”

He did look gorgeous with dark curls plastered around his face and water running down the treasure trail to his dick—which, astonishingly enough, was relatively flaccid. Of course, it only remained that way for another ten seconds.

“You could suck me
,” he suggested, running a soapy hand over his stiffening cock. “I heard somewhere that swallowing semen once a week helps to prevent breast cancer—might help with other things, too.”

Emily snickered.
“Wonder who did
that
study.”

“Dunno, but I would’ve been one of the more eager volunteers. Bet there were lots of them.”

“Lots of guys, anyway. Not so many women.”

“What, sucking cock isn’t worth preventing cancer?”

He had a point. “It is for me.”

“Glad to hear it. I’ve also heard that
frequent ejaculations are good for the prostate.”

Emily nearly fell off the toilet laughing. “Guess that means we’re good for each other’s health, huh?”