Uninhibited (Unlikely Lovers) (32 page)

“I have no idea—although I doubt it. She’s still married and nobody ever came after me with a stick. It wasn’t even a real affair. More like a pity fuck—or an act of mercy.”

“I’m assuming Travis knows about it?”

“Oh, yeah. He got the truth out of me eventually. Never told him her name, though.” He locked his gaze on hers. “And I won’t tell you, either.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to.”

“I’m glad you feel that way.” He took a bite of his wrap and chewed it thoughtfully. “She’s such a sweet, lovely woman. I still see her once in a while at the store. We both act like nothing ever happened.”

“But it
did
happen, and it changed you.”

“Yeah. It changed me all
right. Made me realize I’d fucked up too many other people’s lives because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants.”

“So why did you talk to
me
that night?”

A
painful sob welled up in his chest. “I don’t know, Em. There was just something about you… I couldn’t stop myself. I saw you sitting there in your car, and it was like I knew I wouldn’t be able to breathe again if I didn’t say something to you.”

“Maybe you
sensed how much I needed you. Sort of like that woman at the store knew you needed something from her.”

“The wrong thing, as it turned out.
”

“Maybe not.
Maybe she was exactly what you needed at that moment.”

“Might seem that way now.” He paused, blinking back tears. “Sure as hell didn’t seem like it then.”

Emily didn’t know
what to say. She was pleased that he’d trusted her enough to tell her the truth, but at the same time, his confession made her wary—especially the part about being an easy mark for a predatory female. He hadn’t given her any reason to believe he still fell into that category—the best she could tell, his focus was solely on her—but she wasn’t with him all the time. How many other Good Samaritans—or desperate women—frequented that store?

Still, she couldn’t help but be grateful for the one who’d made him see the light—or perhaps it was the error of his ways. Without that lady’s intervention, Emily might not be sitting h
ere with Alan right now.

“
Thanks for telling me all that,” she said finally. “I know it wasn’t easy for you.”

“Certainly not the
most shining episode of my life—nothing like the moment you held out your hand and I helped you out of your car.” Pressing his lips together, he took several slow, deliberate breaths. “You have no idea what that meant to me. I was a complete stranger—and yet, you seemed to trust me.”

“I
did
trust you. I probably shouldn’t have, but somehow, I knew you were a good guy, no matter how peculiar you seemed. If I’d been a little less depressed, I might’ve followed you home.”

“And gotten the monster version of my dick right off the bat?”
He shuddered. “That might’ve been enough to scare you off for good. No. It was better this way. The way it was meant to be.”

“Speaking of that monster version, I’m not sure it’s been any less huge since you’ve bee
n hanging out here at my place.”

He glanced at his groin. “You’re right. This is as big as it ever gets.”

“Must be the tofu and sprouts. It thinks it’s at home.”

H
e burst out laughing. “Maybe it is. Speaking of tofu and sprouts, what do you think of it?”

“I was prepared to hate it, but I have to admit, it’s delicious.”

“Love me, love my tofu.”

“And I do. Maybe we should contribute some of this to Janice’s dinner.”

“No problem. I’ll make a double batch.”

She took another bite of the wrap, chewing it
slowly. “Todd will be tickled to death to have you there, not to mention the fact that I’d like to have you along to diffuse the situation.”

“Think it’ll get nasty?”

“Who knows? Janice thinks Ned’s been cheating on her. Ned’s side of the story is that a hooker was soliciting him, and Mom apparently believes Ned. I’m not sure
what
to believe.”

“Sounds like they need to talk.”

Emily chuckled. “Couldn’t hurt. Actually, I’m leaning toward believing Ned. Janice has been too damn busy looking after everyone else’s business to mind her own. My suggestion was that she should fuck him a little more often. That way he wouldn’t have to resort to hookers—that is, if he really did cheat on her. I haven’t talked to Ned—not that I would. He and I have never been what you’d call buddies. I’ve only heard about it from Janice and Mom.”

“I think your idea is excellent.”

“You would. Hey, would you mind throwing some of that chicken salad in a wrap for me?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart. I said I’d feed you, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did. I’m still holding out for the foot massage.”

“Maybe after we eat.”

“Would that be before or after your prostate exam?”

“Hmm…that’s a tough one.
” He dropped a dollop of chicken salad on a tortilla and sprinkled it with dried cranberries before rolling it up with expert efficiency. “Maybe before. Listening to your moans and groans will make my dick drool so much, we might not even need lube.”

Emily was beginning to consider collecting the results of all of Alan’s involuntary ejaculations just so she’d always have lube handy.

Nah. Wouldn’t keep well.

Then again, the way things were going, fresh batches would never be in short supply.

She chuckled again. “We are so fucking perverted.”

“I was thinking the same thing a while ago.
We’re lucky we found each other.”

“Yeah
. I haven’t thanked you yet for dragging me out of my car at Bennie’s that night. I was such a mess.”

“So was I.
” He leaned over and gave her a kiss. “Thank
you
for not calling the police.”

“I
doubt I’d have had the energy.”

“
Well, then,” he said, handing her the wrap. “Better eat up. You’re gonna need lots of energy tonight.”

“Don’t worry, I will.” She took a bite of the chicken salad. “This is really good. I like the cranberries in it. Did you make this, too?”

“Sure did. I make all the salads in the deli. No one’s ever been able to duplicate them, either.”

“Secret ingredient?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

“That’s okay
, be mysterious if you want. With you around, I’ll never need to make them myself anyway.”

“Guess that means you’re keeping me, huh?”

“Yeah. I’m keeping you.” At least until Christmas. She could hardly wait to decorate his dick. The mere thought made her pussy ache.

Then again, w
hy wait?

She finished off her wrap and licked her fingers. “I did a little shopping today, and I got you a present, but I’m thinking I shouldn’t wait until Christmas to give it to you. It’s sort of…festive.”

“Festive is good,” he said. “And I love presents—but you’ll have to wait until Christmas for yours.” He arched a brow. “You aren’t the only one who went shopping today.”

“No problem.” Especially since she had an idea she would derive as much enjoyment out of her gift as he would, if not more. “
Lie down and spread your legs apart. I’ll be right back.”

“Something tells me I’m really gonna like this.”

Climbing off the bed, she walked to the door, purposely swinging her hips.

“Is that it? You’re
going to shake your ass at me until I fuck it? No, wait. You got some anal lube, didn’t you? If so, I definitely approve.”

“Nah.” She shot a wicked grin over her shoulder. “This is something you wear.”

“You got me
clothes
?”

“Not exactly.”

Actually, she
had
gotten some anal lube—the extra slippery kind without the local anesthetic.

Okay, so I’ll give him
two
presents now.
It wasn’t like there weren’t plenty more for him to open on Christmas morning.

Alan scooted his ass further down in the bed and lay on his back, waiting. Something to wear, she’d said. A thong, perhaps? Not terribly practical under the circumstances. His dick was so hard it would never fit into a thong, not to mention the fact that a thong would get in the way of just about any of the activities he had in mind.

She reappeared in the doorway. “Close your eyes
, and no peeking.”

“
Got ’em shut tight.”

The mattress sank between his legs as she gathered his cock and balls in her hand. Something cold and metallic pressed against his shaft, then wrapped underneath his nuts.
Bells jingled.

“Not too tight, is it?”

He shook his head, biting his lip. “I may come in your face, though.”

“No worries. I love it when you come in my face.” She pressed a kiss on his cockhead. “
There you go, Alan. All ready for Santa.”

Opening his eyes, he raised his head
to discover a miniature Christmas tree riding his dick with tiny red bells hanging from each bough. Wiggling his butt made his dick swing back and forth like a metronome, jingling the bells and tickling his balls.

Two seconds later, h
is nuts contracted and his dick erupted.

“Mmm…”

Wincing, he peered up at her. “Where’d I get you?”

“Right smack dab on the
lips.” She licked off as much of it as her tongue could reach and scooted closer. “Now for your other present.” Popping open the top of a bottle of anal lube, she squeezed a drop of lube onto her fingertip. “Guess what’s coming next?”

“Probably me,” he groaned. “You’re killing me, Em.”

“Nah. Just driving you insane with anticipation.”

“Doing a good job of that. You’re gonna finger my ass again, aren’t you?”

“Sure am, and this stuff is slick enough to last a
very
long time.”

“But I never even rubbed your feet.”

She waved a dismissive hand. “My feet feel just fine. I’d much rather have another one of those cum baths.”

She wasn’t kidding about it being slick.
That one tiny drop allowed her finger to slide in up to the last knuckle with a single easy push. Arching his back, Alan clutched the sheets.

“If you decide you really like having your ass fucked, I can get a strap-on and do you with that.”

He was already about to come when her finger slid over his prostate.

“
Aha! There it is.” Circling the sensitive organ with her fingertip, she bent down and licked the juice oozing from his slit. “Although I prefer touching it myself rather than using a dildo. What are your thoughts?”

Alan replied with
a whimper and an ejaculation that probably hit the ceiling.

“
Yeah, me too.”

Chapter 23

Alan only had one problem with the Christmas tree on his dick. The star pointed toward the head. If he fucked Emily while he had the damn thing on, he’d probably do a helluva lot worse than give her a bladder infection. God knew he didn’t need to wear it under his jeans to keep himself in the mood, but what she’d just done to him…

Wow.

The sound of a camera shutter made him open his eyes.
A quick glance revealed Emily with her phone in hand and a wicked smile curving her lips. “A picture like that is sure to keep the spirit of Christmas alive and well the whole year through.”

His subsequent chuckle was instantly replaced by a sharp inhale as he thought of taking a picture of Emily’s
pussy with
his
phone. Decorated for Christmas, perhaps… “W–what do they call that pussy decorating thing?”

She thought for a moment.
“Vajazzling? Does that sound right? Never tried it myself, but I’ve seen pictures. They do it with rhinestones or feathers.” With a wink, she took another picture of him from a different angle. “Want me to have it done?”

The mental picture alone had
Alan gasping as another climax struck. “Take another picture—
quick!
” Seconds later, his cum landed on his belly with a splat.

“Ooh, good one!” Emily
said as she admired the photo. “Caught you in mid-spurt.” Giggling, she perched on the edge of the bed. “Who knew being a pervert could be so much fun?”

“Who knew a naked woman with a camera
could be so hot?”

“Not to mention a guy with a Christmas tree on his dick.
” She leaned over and gave his cock a big smooch. “I’ve wanted to do stuff like this with a guy my whole life. Chad would have ripped that cock strap off and thrown it against the— No, scratch that. He wouldn’t have had the chance because I wouldn’t have bought it for him.”