He heaved once more, grunting this time, and this time my body engulfed his root. I felt his balls press up against my cheeks, felt the prickle of his thatch. Inside, my body twitched and flamed. I thought my bottom had grown a second heart, the pounding there was so intense. A moan rose in my throat. If he moved, I'd come.
'Good?' He chuckled as if he knew exactly what was happening to me. 'Feel like begging yet?'
I almost said 'no' but I remembered how few minutes remained. Should I beg? I suspected he could hold out longer than I could. If I begged now, he might get me off a few times. I knew my day would be miserable if he didn't.
'Please beg, Kate.' His hips shimmied with urgency, bringing me closer to the edge.
I bit my lip and tasted blood. 'How should I say it?'
'"Please" is good enough. Just make it quick. I'm dying back here.'
'Please, then, Sean. Please fuck me in the
arse
.'
The hand that held mine tightened. The other found my pussy again. He kneaded the soft, wet flesh as he slowly dragged back out of me. Halfway out, he pushed, using his grip on my mound to anchor his return. My untried state prevented him from going far. His chest rumbled. I sensed his impatience with my tightness, but also that he loved it. He throbbed inside me, pulses of fire that vibrated through the barrier between my anus and sheath. If Sean and Joe both filled me, would they feel the passage of each other's shaft? I came at the thought, a long ripple that oscillated like liquid gold between back and front.
"That's it. Give it up,' Sean said as the climax eased me. He began short-stroking in quick, eager drives. 'Ah, you're smooth as silk. I wish I had all day for this.'
I shuddered again, this orgasm a brief stab of pleasure, there and then gone. His thrusts lengthened. He groaned and said: 'God, this is good.' Another climax broke at his praise, his deeper strokes touching it off further inside me, making it hotter. As soon as that one faded, the hunger built again. My pussy clenched, desperate for something to hold. I fumbled for his hand and urged two fingers inside my dripping sheath.
'Oh, man.' His fingers stroked me inside, their movements agitated. 'Oh, man, I'm a goner. Spread your legs wider. I
gotta
get - I'm
gonna
shoot. Oh, yeah, babe, that's it. That's it.'
His groin slammed my cheeks as if someone had kicked him from behind. His prick stiffened even more. I knew I had seconds to finish - milliseconds. I mashed the heel of his palm over my bud and gyrated hard. My climax burst in a shower of hot, red darts. My body tightened, round his fingers, round his prick...
'Oh,
sh
-' he hissed as his hips began to jerk. He shook for a good while, a marathon orgasm.
Afterwards, he held me longer than he had to, longer than I understood. I rubbed the side of my head against his face, trying to give him whatever it was he needed. His cock softened, slipping from me.
'Kate,' he whispered. 'Pretty Kate.'
He bit my neck before he let go. Leaving his mark, I suppose. Limbs shaking, I pulled up my trousers and sagged back against the bookshelf. Sean dropped down beside me. He took one look at me and stripped off his T-shirt.
'Here, wipe your face. There's got to be a dry spot somewhere.'
'Good thing I don't wear make-up.'
'You don't need it,’ he said.
The unexpected compliment inspired a silence. I wiped my face and returned his sweaty shirt, which he dazedly pulled back on. If I looked anything like he did, we could have passed for train wreck victims - not only for our dishevelment, but for the expression on our faces. We'd surprised the hell out of each other.
'I didn't expect this to happen,' I said.
He scrubbed his hair back from his face, making his biceps pop in unison. 'Me neither.' He looked at his watch and grimaced at the time. 'I'd better leave. Your employees will wonder what's going on.'
'Sean.' I paused to measure my words. 'We should go somewhere and talk. We ... we kind of jumped into this - last night, too. I want to make sure no one gets hurt.'
He rubbed his palms down the front of his jeans. 'I know. I didn't expect it to be so -'
'Intense?'
He nodded, then looked away. "There are some things you need to know about me and Joe, things you might not understand.'
I had no doubt of that. By mutual accord, we struggled to our feet and shook out our wrinkles.
Marianne walked in the street door just as we walked out. Her cool grey eyes took in our rosy cheeks and rumpled clothes, and branded me a liar. I'd pay later, I knew, but at the moment I didn't care.
Two,’ I said and held up a victory sign, our private code for a long lunch.
'Looks like you had two already,' she called after us from the door. That's how I knew she was angry.
We walked to a shabby, basement-level restaurant in Little Italy. White fairy lights festooned the age-browned murals. Plastic flowers graced the tables. Early or not, the place was suspiciously empty. I didn't understand why Sean had chosen it until the waiter came to take our order.
'We'll have two double scoops of gelato, one lemon and -' Sean squinted at me as though reading my aura '- one raspberry.'
For a young man, he was mighty dictatorial. Unfortunately, raspberry was my
favourite
, so I couldn't countermand him.
The rich, fruity treat made a perfect post-coital snack. We traded bites from each other's dishes like an old married couple. The analogy summoned a shiver of foreboding. I knew I shouldn't be getting so comfortable.
'I don't know where to start,' he said.
'Why don't you tell me how you and Joe met?'
His smile said the memory was sweet. 'We had a class together last year - Firm Appreciation. Joe didn't know me from Adam but I noticed him straight away: that blue-black hair, those eyes, that skin. I wanted to lap him up the minute I saw him, but he was off in his own little world. I couldn't tell with him, either. Was he gay, straight, or somewhere in between? All I knew was he was sexy, as if God turned up the voltage when he made Joe.'
I tucked another sugar-tart spoonful into my mouth and let it melt. Sean rubbed his jaw. His faint stubble was a shimmer of gold beneath his skin. "That day, the professor was screening Blue Velvet. You know, the one with Kyle
MacLachlan
and Isabella
Rosellini
?'
'I've seen it.'
"Then you know it's pretty hot. We had a break
between reels, so I went to the men's to take a leak. Everyone else stayed to suck up to the
prof
- or so I thought. I went in. I saw an empty cubicle. I had a half-hard now, 'cause of the film, and was thinking: do I want to jack off or would I rather wait? 'Cause if I do it now, I'll have to hurry and waiting can be good unless you lose the edge altogether.
"Then I heard it, a little noise in the next cubicle. I know this noise, of course. I'm a master of the silent public
wank
myself. I don't know if you've heard it, but a fist makes a tiny
shishing
noise as it pumps a cock, especially if you've got a little sweat and juice to slick up the skin. Fucking your hand has a rhythm, too, like sex, only it's one person's rhythm instead of two. You can slow down or speed up whenever you like. It's sexy as hell to listen to. Plus, you can learn a lot about a guy from the way he does himself.'
Sean reached across the table and took my hand as though he knew the precise instant my sex overflowed. His thumb circled the sensitive cup of my palm.
'This guy has done this before, I thought. His strokes were real sure, real steady. He knew what he liked. He wasn't in a hurry, but he wasn't dilly-dallying, either. And he was breathing through his mouth so he wouldn't make much noise.
'By then, my half-hard was whole hard and then some. I started to take it out, thinking I'd give this guy some silent accompaniment and then I thought: Sean, babe, why not introduce yourself? Maybe you'll meet someone you like. At the very least, you'll get a good laugh. So, as quietly as I could, I climbed on the seat and peeked over the wall. Imagine my surprise when I saw it was him, sexy old whisky eyes. He looked up, turned beet-red, then burst out laughing.
'"Hello there," I said, as suave as you can get when you're standing on a toilet. "Like some help with that?" He thought about it a minute - the longest minute of my life - then says, "Sure. Come on over." Well, I didn't need more encouragement than that. I nipped inside
and knelt up facing him on the throne. He still had his dick in his hand. He was still hard. In fact, he was harder than he was a minute ago. "What now?" he asked. My heart just about stopped. "You've never done it with a guy?" He said he'd thought about it lots of times. What about girls? I needed to know. "Once," he said and he made this face, as if it wasn't worth mentioning.
'I could read his whole sexual history in that one word. Good kid, good girlfriend. Probably met at church. His hormones raged. Hers didn't. She gave it a try — 'cause she loves him - but neither of them knew more than Peg A fits Slot B. Naturally, the whole messy business ended in disaster. Nobody had fun. Afterwards, they couldn't look each other in the eye. They broke up. Good kid started wondering if something was wrong with him. He'd been daydreaming about guys lately. Maybe he was gay.'
Sighing, Sean lifted my hand and kissed it. He didn't seem to notice my palm was sweating. 'Finding Joe was like a sugar addict getting his own sweet shop. Horniest guy I'd ever met and a virtual cherry. Never had a decent orgasm he hadn't given himself. I felt like
whatsit
, the real My Fair Lady guy.'
'Pygmalion?'
'That's the one.' He shook his head and clasped my hand to his chest. ‘I decided to go down on him. I knew he'd never had anyone do that and I knew he'd love it. I think I sucked him for ten seconds before he flashed.'
'"Flashed?"' I asked, my voice husky. Despite the fact that homosexuals are one of my kinks, the terminology was new to me.
The corners of Sean's mouth twitched. He resumed his sensuous circling of my palm. Take your shoe off and slide your foot over here. Then I might tell you.'
I did as he asked. He trapped my instep against his bulge by pressing his thighs together. He was big already, but he grew bigger when I curled my toes.
'Bad girl,’ he said, but he didn't tell me to stop.
Instead, he continued his story. '"Flash" means to give yourself away as liking men too much. Joe flashed because he came almost as soon as I touched him - too fast for me. I wanted to drag things out. Luckily, the whole thing excited him so much he didn't even go soft before he stiffened up again. "More?" I asked. I think he said something like, "Gee, would you?" - as if I wasn't delighted to do it. After that round, he remembered me. Some guys don't, you know. Some guys think as long as they don't do anything back, they can't be gay, as though being inconsiderate makes you straight. Not Joe, though. 'Would I like him to return the
favour
? he asked. Would I ever - only I wasn't about to trust
ol
' Willy to a neophyte. "Why don't you see if you like the rear door?" I say. Lord, he was so afraid he'd hurt me, I was laughing by the time he finally got it in. Then he put his hand on my cock, in that gentle way he has, like my dick was something precious. I melted then and there. I vowed I'd keep him, by hook or by crook.' He screwed up his face at this admission.
'He really likes you,’ I said, reading his embarrassment. 'He wouldn't stay with you if he didn't want to.'
'Maybe not.' Sean released my hand and clinked his spoon through the melted yellow soup in his gelato dish. 'Thing is, the first time I saw him ogle a girl, I knew I was keeping him from half his nature. He wanted to try again. I could see it in his face.'
‘I'm sure he wanted to try again because you restored his confidence.'
'But I let him know, in a hundred ways, that I'd be upset if he did try.'
'What of it? Who wants their lover to sleep around? You would have been upset. Joe chose not to upset you because he cares about you. None of that seems wrong to me. What I want to know is what changed your mind? Why did you make an exception for me?' 'Honestly?' 'Of course, honestly.' 'At first, it was just because I knew I couldn't stop it.
He had it bad for you from the start. I mean, his appetite was always big, but since we moved in with you I'd take him three, four times a day and still hear him beating off before he went to bed. Every time you stopped to chat, to listen to that damn album or whatever, he'd be a maniac afterwards. He tried to hide what was making him so horny, but I knew. He started mumbling your name in his sleep. Once he even called out "Kate" when we were having sex.'
'I'm sorry, Sean. That must have hurt.'
He waved my concern away. 'Not so much. By then I was starting to get off on it. He wanted you so bad, and thought he'd never have you. I loved watching him sweat.' He stuck his spoon in his mouth and pulled it out upside down. 'Just like you do. Anyway, I knew you had the
hots
for him, even if he didn't. I started to think: what if I set it up for him? What if I make myself part of it? I've been with girls before and with some of them, it was good. And you remind me of him. You've got that glow like something's simmering inside. It isn't obvious, but someone with my radar can pick up on it. You like sex as much as Joe does.'