Authors: Lyra Marlowe
The shed door opened. Lucy came in. She wore a short, full
denim skirt and a white blouse that would have been demure if it had been
buttoned up two more buttons. Her lips sparkled with lip gloss, and her eyes
sparkled with breathtaking lust.
John lurched to his feet. “Uh, hello.”
She smiled and moved very close. “I was hoping you’d be here
alone.”
“All alone.”
“What you did today,” Lucy licked her lips, “that was
amazing. I’m so very grateful.”
John had half-expected to feel ridiculous with this little
game. But he slipped into the fantasy with dizzying speed.
Nolan. I was
thinking about Nolan, I should be honest with him.
Lucy put her little
hands on his chest and kneaded him like a cat, and everything about Nolan was
gone.
“Just doing my job, miss.”
Okay,
that
sounded
pretty dorky.
She didn’t seem to mind. “But you did it so well. So
confidently. I like confident men.” Her hands strayed up to the back of his
neck and laced through his hair.
“Well, I’m glad I could help, miss.”
“And I just wish there was
some way
I could thank you
properly.” She stood on her tiptoes and pulled his head down. Her lips brushed
against his, teasing but not quite connecting. “Can you think of
anything
I could do for you?”
John’s head was swimming, his whole body was alive with
want. He caught her wrists and pulled her hands away. “I’m sorry, miss, but
we’re really not allowed to accept gratuities.”
Lucy struggled gently. “Not even special favors?”
“Afraid not.”
She gave up on getting her hands free, and instead slid her
feet forward and rubbed her pelvis against his. John felt his cock spring to
attention, straining against his jeans. He groaned very softly. “Sorry, miss.”
She pushed herself even closer. “But I really, really want
to.” She licked her lips again. “See, I even put on special lip gloss. It’s
peppermint. You want to taste? It’s warm.”
“Uhhh…”
“Just try,” she urged. “You’ll like it.”
“This is a bad idea,” John said. He leaned forward and
kissed her, still keeping their hands between them. Her lips did taste like
peppermint. He pulled back and licked his own lips. His tongue grew faintly
warm.
“Nice, huh?” Lucy asked.
“Tasty. But I still can’t…”
“Imagine how it would feel on your cock.”
“Look, miss, I can’t…”
“All slippery and hot and wet. Imagine sliding in and out.
All that peppermint all over your skin, warm and sweet, and this tongue, I can
do things with this tongue.”
Her body was still pressed against him, and he could see in
Lucy’s eyes that she loved the effect her words were having. “You’re killing
me, girl,” he muttered. “What if we get caught?”
“We won’t get caught.” She finally got her hands free and
ran them over his chest again. Then she pushed, gently, and John backed up and
lowered himself to the couch. “And I won’t tell anybody, I promise.”
“I shouldn’t…”
Lucy dropped to her knees, pushed his knees apart and moved
very close. “Kiss me,” she said, “like you mean it.”
He locked his hands behind her head and kissed her hard. His
lips forced hers apart, and his tongue ravaged her mouth. She gave as good as
she got. He felt his erection grow harder still. This woman knew all the
buttons to push with him. She could turn him on with a lick of her lips and
drive him absolutely crazy with just her tongue. She was by far the best lover
he’d ever had.
He wondered, in a distant corner of his mind, what she thought
of him.
Then her hands reached his zipper, and all rational thought
left him.
She opened his pants and pushed down his briefs, freed his
aching cock with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. Her upper hand
stroked the head, ran down the shaft. Her lips and tongue continued their mock
battle with his, and then abruptly she pulled away and dropped her mouth
directly over the head of his cock.
It was almost an attack, and almost too intensely erotic.
John took a deep breath and held it, looked up at the ceiling and tried to
remember the first twenty decimal points of
pi
. Or the first ten
presidents. Or the multiplication table for nine. Distraction, any distraction,
anything to take his mind off the sudden, overwhelming excitement that threatened
to make him come right then.
He got to fifteen digits before the peppermint caught up. It
was warm and slick going on, spreading over his shaft. As her mouth pulled
away, the mint felt sharply cool. Then hot again as her mouth descended. Her
tongue was everywhere, as it had been on his mouth. It was incredible.
He was going to explode.
“Please,” he gasped.
She slid her mouth away and looked up. “You don’t like it?”
“I like it. Oh I like it.”
Her hands took over for her mouth and slid eagerly up and
down his aching cock, caressing the head, one fingertip tracking the sensitive
crease where head and shaft met. John shivered and his desire came over him in
waves. Her pretty face. Her knowing hands. “Please,” he said again.
Lucy gestured with her head toward the condom. Her hands
slowed a bit, maintaining his hard edge of arousal without pushing him any
closer to the edge. He picked up the condom. His hand was shaking. He fumbled
to open the foil and ended up dropping it onto the couch.
“Got it,” Lucy murmured.
John tried to watch how she opened the packet with one hand
this time, but the room was too dim and her fingers were too fast. Her one hand
never stopped stroking his erection, but with the other she produced the
condom. She rolled it onto his cock without missing a stroke. “Lie back,” she
whispered.
“Ahhhhhhh…”
“Shhh.” She pushed him back and to the side, and John
lowered himself onto the couch. Her hands still didn’t cease their expert
arousal of his cock, even as she stood. She lifted one foot like a dancer and
stretched it over him, lowering her knee onto the couch next to his hips. And
still the hands, taunting, urging, enticing. John felt his desire spike, the
fire in his blood demanding release. It was unbearable, and he never wanted it
to end.
Her hands stopped, and an instant later she lowered her hips
over his. His cock slipped into her ready body easily, and then her inner
muscles squeezed him hard. John gasped. Then she moved, up and away, then down,
thrusting his body deeper into hers. Riding him. Possessing him. Controlling
him.
He thought he heard a vehicle outside. The squad was back.
If the night shift medics opened the door now…
Lucy rode him hard, fast, brought him to the edge, then
stopped. John clenched his teeth to hold back a scream.
They’d tell the story all over the department, and his name
as a cocksman would be more legendary than it was now.
She started again, moving up and down on his cock faster and
faster, and with every stroke her cunt grabbed him, milked him, barely relaxing
as she drew away. She seemed to know exactly how far to take him, right to the
edge but not quite over it. John’s whole body began to shake with desire. He
was going to die if he didn’t climax soon—and he was almost looking forward to
it.
He wanted it to go on forever.
And then he couldn’t hold back one more minute.
He grabbed her waist to take control of her motion. He
thrust upward as hard as he could, straining to get his cock deeper inside her.
Lucy met his drive for three deep thrusts. Then she screamed from behind
tightly clenched teeth and he felt her climax begin.
John uttered his own stifled scream and came.
They rode the wave of orgasm together, with occasional
gentle thrusts just to prolong it a little more. The hot edge of passion faded
into a hot orange glow and then cooled further.
“Yeah,” Lucy breathed.
“Damn,” John answered.
And then, too quickly, she moved. She stood, drawing her
body off his softening cock, and stepped neatly onto the floor. Demurely, she
smoothed her short skirt. “Thank you, John,” she said.
“Wait. Wait a minute.” He sat up. “Lucy, wait.”
She grinned, licked her peppermint-shiny lips. “Gotta go.
Don’t want to get caught.” Then she was gone.
John sat up. He felt shaky, wrung out. Again. He caught his
breath, then stood, cleaned up, zipped up. He glanced at the clock. It wasn’t
quite twenty after twelve. He had lots of time.
By habit, he started a new pot of coffee. He’d turned on the
power switch before he realized what he was doing. The night shift was going to
know someone had been here.
He grinned to himself. Well, let ’em wonder. They’d never
believe the real answer. Poor suckers.
* * * * *
Nolan was sitting at the breakfast bar, playing Mahjong on
his laptop, when Lucy came in. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair a little mussed.
“Hey, baby,” he said.
“Hey yourself. I thought you’d be in bed by now.”
“Couldn’t start my last night on the futon without you.”
“You’re a goof.” She kissed him on the cheek.
Her breath smelled like peppermint and cock. An irresistible
impulse seized Nolan and he caught her face between his hands and kissed her
deeply. It startled her for one second, and then she relaxed into it, let his
tongue explore her, taste her. Peppermint and cock. John Krulak’s cock.
It was as close as he was ever going to come. With regret,
he pulled away. “I’m sorry,” he said sincerely.
A very long time ago, he had kissed Lucy in earnest, in
passion. He still remembered, and he knew she did. There were no regrets
between them, and almost no physical boundaries. But he felt as if he’d gone
over the line this time.
“Goof,” she said again. She grabbed his face this time and
kissed him deeply.
The taste of the two of them—John and Lucy—was dizzying.
“You should make a move,” Lucy said seriously.
“On John?” Nolan shook his head. “I can’t. I can’t.”
“Nobody’s completely straight. You know that. He’s open to
new experiences. He might be more receptive than you think.”
Nolan shut off his computer. “Even if he was—I can’t, Lucy.
He’s my friend. My best friend. I can’t risk that friendship over sex. Over sex
that he probably doesn’t want.”
“I don’t think John Krulak’s ever encountered sex that he
didn’t want.”
“You know what I mean.”
Lucy sighed. “I wouldn’t have slept with him if I’d known
you felt this much for him.”
“I wanted you to sleep with him,” Nolan protested. “I
wanted…I don’t know. Knowing the two of you are together, it’s like the best
possible alternative. If I can’t have him, I want you to. I want to know that
you’re happy, that he’s happy. I want you together.”
“Are you really that unselfish?”
“It’s not unselfish. It’s very selfish.” He kissed her a
third time, very gently. “I get to taste him. And you. It’s perfect, Lucy. It’s
as perfect as things can be.”
She frowned, still unsatisfied. “What about a threesome?”
Nolan looked at her for a long moment. “You and me and
John?”
“Well, yeah, unless you had someone else in mind.”
“No, but…”
“We’ve done it before,” she reminded him.
“We were drunk.”
“We can be drunk again.”
“I can’t. Not like that.”
Lucy smiled gently. “I know, I know. You need emotional
content with your sex. God only knows why, but there you are. But you could
have that here. You love me, you’re crazy about him. It’s kinky enough to
satisfy John and me both. It works for everybody.”
“I don’t think he’d go for it.”
“We could ask.”
“No.” Nolan shook his head. “Lucy, don’t. I can’t. I’m not—
I can’t. I can’t risk it.”
“Nolan.”
“I can’t. You’re going home in a few days, and he’s all I’ll
have here. I can’t take the chance. I can’t.”
“It could be really good, Nolan.”
“It could be a disaster.” He took her face between his hands
again and looked her squarely in the eye. “Lucy, promise me you won’t say
anything to him. Promise me.”
“I promise,” she sighed. “But if I keep sleeping with him,
if I find out he might be interested, just hypothetically, would you
reconsider?”
“I’m telling you, he’s not into that.”
“So far he’s been into everything I’ve suggested. I don’t
think you have any idea what he’s into.”
He thought about it for a long moment. “Lucy.”
“You deserve to be happy, Nolan. If John Krulak might be the
one you’d be happy with, isn’t it worth finding out?”
“But he’s not, Lucy. Even if John were gay, he’s not into
relationships. He’s like you, he’s just…”
“I would sell my soul to be in love, Nolan.”
He stopped dead. He was still holding her face between his
hands. He could not miss the tears that welled up in her eyes. But she turned
away, retreated from his touch and his gaze. “What?”
“You think we’re the way we are by choice, Nolan? You think
we wouldn’t rather have the same someone to come home to every night? That we
don’t want someone to love, someone to love us?”
“But…”
“It’s sex, Nolan. It’s sex and it’s good and then it’s over
and we go home alone. And it sucks. Do you even know what it means to me to
sleep beside you every night? Do you have any idea?”
“Then why…”
“Why don’t we just fall in love and settle down? You think
it’s that easy? Especially for people like us?”
“Why don’t you stay with me then?” Nolan blurted.
She turned and stared at him. “What?”
“You can get sex anywhere. If it’s love you want, come and
live with me.”
“That’s a terrible idea.”
“Why?”
“Because if I’m here, you’ll never find another lover.
You’ll settle for me, for what we have, and you won’t go try to find a real
lover.”
“It’s not settling if it’s real love.”