Uninhibited (Unlikely Lovers) (26 page)

So much for Alan keeping me warm
this winter.

She’d be lucky if she ever saw him again. She
knew where to find him, of course, but if he were to see her in the store, he’d probably run out to unload the delivery truck rather than face her. If she knocked on his door, he might pretend he wasn’t home. And she, well, she’d have to give up chocolate because she’d never be able to taste it again without thinking of Alan.   

Imagine…life
without Alan and chocolate.

The very idea made her
want to stop eating and breathing altogether. The years ahead stretched out before her like an endless array of boring, colorless vignettes—events to be endured, rather than enjoyed.

Neither of them said much during the drive, but Emily’
s mind was far from silent. She’d known women who preferred to be alone and were glad when their husbands were out of town. Emily wasn’t like that. Solitude held no appeal for her, and there’d been days when the aching loneliness was almost too much to bear.

Si
nce she’d met Alan, her craving for companionship had gone unnoticed for the most part, simply because he craved it even more than she did. She couldn’t let him go. She didn’t want to go back to the kind of men she’d known before. They belonged to those loners who didn’t care if their men were even in the same state, let alone the same bed.

Alan must have
always been with the loner type as well, which would explain his insecurities. Teaming up with the wrong sort had left them both scarred and wary—lost and confused because they’d been with people whose needs didn’t complement theirs.

If he
simply dropped her off at her car and didn’t follow her home, Emily wasn’t sure what she’d do. At that point, whether they loved each other didn’t matter. She wanted him anyway.

“What do you want
, Alan? I mean
really
want? And don’t say what you think I’d like to hear, or what might be the right thing to say. I want to know the truth.”

It took him a minute or two to reply. “I want you to want me as much as I want you. And I want to know that
beyond a shadow of a doubt.”

“You can’t just believe?”

“No. That takes faith, and I don’t have any left.”

If he was pulling punches, it certainly didn’t show.
“That’s the problem, then. I can’t tell you I love you because you won’t believe it. I have to show you, don’t I?”

He nodded. “I can’t say it, either. A lot of guys
can’t, and I’m worse than most. Women don’t seem to understand when I try to show them how I feel. I’m saying it the best way I can—the
only
way I can—and though I’m shouting it most of the time, nobody ever hears me. It’s... frustrating.”

“I know what you mean. I feel like no one’s ever heard me, either. Like I
’m talking to a blank wall.”

“Same here.”

Squaring her shoulders, she turned to face him. “Okay, then. I’ve got it.”

“Got what?”

“The message—if you’re still sending it, that is.” He hadn’t laid so much as a finger on her since they’d left the restaurant, so she couldn’t be sure. “I hear you. And while I can’t be absolutely certain, I will say this. If I don’t want you as much as you want me, I come damn close.”

He
still seemed hesitant. “I don’t know… Seems like you’re usually trying to get me to stop or wear me down—like you want me, but not enough.”

“I was trying to set limits so you didn’t drive me away the way you have everyone else
. Maybe that’s the wrong approach. Maybe given the opportunity to express yourself fully, you’ll be able to relax and that insatiable sex drive of yours will ease up on its own. Remember when I was being proactive and went after you?”

“Yeah.”

“It helped, didn’t it?”

He nodded. “Your point?”

“I’m thinking maybe I should stop setting limits and insist on more. I have no idea whether it’ll help or not, but I’m willing to experiment if you are.”

His eyes widened. “
That’d be a first. No one’s ever complained they weren’t getting enough.”

“
Well, listen up, big guy, ’cause I’m
complaining
. Give me twenty-four hours on antibiotics, and your dick is
mine
. In fact, I think I want it right now. I absolutely love your cock. It tastes and feels as good as it looks.”

“
Think you could suck it now?” he asked.

“Can you keep the car on the road?”

“If I can’t, I’ll pull over. Deal?”

“Deal.”

* * * *

Alan wasn’t sure he could keep from running into a ditch,
especially when she let out an orgasmic moan simply from looking at his naked cock. She leaned over and licked him, obviously not minding that his dick was still sticky with semen.

He threaded his fingers through her hair.
“Do you remember when you said you wanted men to line up and cover you with cum?”

He felt her shudder as her warm breath hit his dick. “
Oh, yeah.”

“I think that’s what we should do tonight.”

She sat up, gaping at him. “You’re not going to call up some friends, are you?”

“Hell, no. The cum is all gonna be mine, babe. Although I can pretend to be a different man every time
if you like.”

Her eyes lit up.
“It’d be like dancing nude for a bunch of guys at The Mouse’s Tail, wouldn’t it?”

Having heard that, if Alan hadn’t already come twice during dinner, he probably would’ve sh
ot his wad again. As it was, the Jeep gave a lurch, its tires squelching against the curb.

“
Obviously you
can’t
keep this thing on the road,” she said. “And I have no desire to explain to the cops why I bit your dick during the accident. Pull over. I’m going to drive.”

It was his turn to gape at her. “Are you nuts?”

“Maybe. At least this car is an automatic. I’m pretty sure I can keep one hand on the wheel and jack you off with the other as long as I don’t have to shift gears.”

He gazed at her, a bemused smile
curling his lips. “You can drive a stick?”

“Damn straight I can. My trusty little five-speed Accord could put this thing a lap down with no trouble at all. Automatics are for sissies.”

For the first time since they’d left the restaurant, he actually laughed. “Had dreams of driving an Indy car?”

“You bet. My father and I used to go to the
Speedway all the time when I was a kid.”

“Okay,
Hot Wheels,” he said as he turned down a side street. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

He put
the Jeep in park and hopped out, not bothering to zip up his fly, hoping his coat was long enough to avoid being arrested for indecent exposure. She came around from the other side, climbed in and was pulling away before he even closed his door.

“The pit
crews got nothin’ on me,” she said. “You should see me change a tire.”

“If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather watch you blow me.”

“Later,” she said. “We need ice cream first. My mouth is
still
on fire.” She gave him a wink. “Get your dick out and lay your seat back, dude. I need something in my right hand or driving just doesn’t feel right.”

He stared at her for a long moment then
unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down to his ankles. Reclining the seat, he pulled up his shirt as she drove back to the main road.

So, she wants to drive race cars and learn how to make soap.
Fascinating…

“I think I’m in love,” she said after she’d taken the first turn.
Tossing him a glance, she added, “Not you. I mean the Jeep. Never drove one before. I
like
it.”

“Thought automatics were for sissies.”

“Yeah, well, it’s still cool. Kinda like a cross between a dune buggy and a truck.”

Having driven neither, Alan could only take her word for it. He took her hand and put it on his dick. “Shift my gears, babe. I’m all yours.”

“Mmm…hard as granite,” she said, licking her lips. “Just the way I like it. Makes me wonder how the hell you ever manage to walk.”

“That’s why I like being naked.”

“No complaints here. I like you naked. Always there for me to touch and enjoy—not to mention the eye candy aspect.”

“You think I’m eye candy?”

“Hell, yes. You’re the cutest little Nerf herder I’ve ever seen.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“As it was intended.”

With a sigh, Alan leaned back as Emily slid her fist up and down the length of his shaft. “And you’re the most gorgeous cocksucker
I’ve ever seen.”

“Sweet talker.”

She kept on driving, seeming to have no difficulty staying in her lane while giving Alan one of the better hand jobs of his life. His balls felt like lead and his dick was aflame—even without the hot peppers. More juice spurted from his slit, getting her hand nice and wet. He wiggled his butt, settling into the seat.

“After we get ice cream, we’ll go pick up your car and drive to your place. I want you to
lie on the bed while I spooge all over you.”

“Want me to play with my
clit?”

“Oh, yeah. Think I could
lick your pussy? All that Thai spice makes me crave some sweet pussy juice.”

“Better not
do it today. Maybe tomorrow. Still not sure about the yeast infection. I prob’ly oughta treat that tonight, too. But there
is
something else you could do while I’m on the mend.”

“And what’s that?”

She gave a derisive snort. “Geez, Alan. We’ve already done all that shit once—or don’t you remember fucking my tits and ass?”

Alan
let out a yell as his balls tucked in tight and his dick erupted like Mauna Loa.

“Damn. I love it when you do that.” Letting go of his cock, she
raised her hand to her lips and licked the cum off her fingers. Alan almost came again just from watching her do it.

She reached over and gave his dick a squeeze.
“I should’ve known better than to try to put limits on you. Trust me, I know exactly how you feel. I’ve always had to be the initiator, and half the time it was
Not now, Emily!
or
Not again!
Honest to God, I felt like a kid being patted on the head and sent off to bed without any candy—put down, repressed, even belittled for wanting something so trivial and base.” Her touch on the head of his hypersensitive dick made him quiver. “I’ve always wanted to be free to do this anytime I felt like it.”

So, she
did
understand him—perhaps better than anyone could, under the circumstances. She’d obviously been there herself, and it wasn’t so much a matter of penises giving out on her, but men who considered her desires to be secondary to their own career, or time, or whatever. No one had ever bothered to invest himself in her completely.

Alan could do that—could give her his
complete and undivided attention. In return, he would have a woman he could fuck anytime he liked because he’d know she wanted it as much as he did. The woman he’d been searching for all his life was right there beside him. All he had to do was figure out how to hang onto her.

“And I’ll never stop you,” he promised. “You can grab my dick anytime you like.”

She sighed. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for someone to say that. I just hope you mean it.”

“I do.”

With a nod, she returned her gaze to the road ahead. “We’re almost to Bennie’s. Ready for some ice cream?”

“You bet.” Stretching back, he
wiggled his ass again, loving the feel of the cool air on his wet cock as it swayed to and fro.

She giggled. “How about we get it to go? I’ve got this
insane urge to cover your dick with a Jamocha Fudge Indulgence and lick it off…one spoonful at a time.”

Alan sucked in a breath and held it, biting his lip in an effort to stop his ejaculation. He’d heard it was possible for a man to learn control—to actually delay and prolong his climax—but he’d never been able to do it.

Failed again.

Emily, however, remained appreciative. “Bet that stuff tastes great mixed with hot fudge.”

Although Alan was of the opinion that hot fudge could make anything taste good, he couldn’t help but be pleased. “
Keep talking, Em. I’ll do my best to deliver.”

“I know you will.”

He pulled up his pants and dug in the pocket for a handkerchief. After wiping the cum off his belly, he checked his watch. “It’s only nine o’clock. I figure I can come at least another five or six times before midnight. Would that be enough?”

A shuddering sigh escaped her as her head nearly hit the steering wheel. “I think so,” she replied, sounding a bit choked.