Chapter One
“Yeah, sure. I’d do another guy under the
right circumstances.”
Had he really said that? Denise
Wilder’s breath caught in her chest as her pussy clenched. Her boyfriend—hot cop
hunk of muscles and testosterone—just admitted he’d fuck another man.
Her imagination flashed a vision of him, dick
in hand, pushing his length into a man’s mouth. Her vagina pulsed with the
telltale sign of arousal. Slick moisture seeped through her folds at high speed.
Her body teetered on the edge of orgasm. Fast. Too fast. But damn!
Yeah, sure. I’d do another guy under the
right circumstances.
As she struggled to keep her breathing steady,
she closed her eyes. The last thing she wanted was for Brady or her best friend
Jay to notice her sudden avid interest in her man doing another man. But
fuck!
A guy sucking Brady’s cock, Brady fucking some
guy’s ass…the laundry list of scenes then jumped to Brady on the receiving end.
Damn… If she squeezed her thighs, pushed against the hard edge of the
barstool just right—
“Denise!”
Brady’s voice cut through her horny haze. Her
eyelids flashed open. “Yes!” Mouth dry, she forced out the single word.
“Going to sleep on us?” Brady dropped his hand
over hers. A few thin lines crinkled his brow.
She’d gripped the edge of the tall table so
hard, her fingers were numb. “No. I’m fine.” Just fine. About to do a
Harry Met Sally in the bar except she wouldn’t be faking it.
“Are you okay?” His gaze narrowed and his
frown deepened.
“Yes, I’m fine.” Just thinking of you with
a cock up your ass…
“Maybe we ought to get going.” He pulled his
wallet from his pants pocket then tossed a couple of bills on the table.
Jay’s deep laugh pulled her attention from
Brady. “I think she’s in shock over your offer to bat for the other team.” He
flashed a quick grin. His deep blue gaze locked with hers.
He’d known her since junior high school and
after nearly twenty years, he could read her like an open book. Denise dragged
her attention back toward Brady.
His worried frown deepened even as he laughed
along with Jay. “Not many guys would turn down the offer of a warm port, if you
know what I mean.”
“No, no. Everything’s fine. My mind wandered.
That’s all. Work stuff.” Denise slid off her barstool. “But we probably should
go. I need to get to the office early tomorrow.”
Jay slung an arm around her neck, pulling her
into a tight bear hug. He murmured in her ear, “Get a little lost in an
impromptu fantasy?”
She shook her head. Heat flushed from her
chest all the way to the roots of her hair. “Don’t know what you’re talking
about,” she whispered. Damn. She could never hide anything from Jay.
“Mad?” Jay’s tone arched as did his eyebrow. A
smile quirked the corner of his mouth.
That crooked smile meant he already knew her
answer. Denise tiptoed to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Intrigued.”
A low chuckle vibrated through his body. His
mouth pressed against her ear as he murmured, “Well, if he decides to take a
chance, you know where to find a willing volunteer.”
Only if I can watch… Slipping out of
Jay’s hug, Denise stepped back. Her body was about to explode. Her dirty little
mind added him into her visions of Brady.
The flush sped through the rest of her body,
burning her face. Had she said that aloud? Probably not. Jay hadn’t reacted at
all. Thank God! Good thing the bar was dimly light. Hopefully, Brady
wouldn’t notice her blush.
Jay gripped Brady’s hand then they did that
half-handshake, half-hug men did.
Her mind made the hug tighter with lips
pressed together. And tongue. Had to be tongue. Denise’s embarrassment
eased but her desire flourished.
As the two men parted, Jay had to say it. “Let
me know if you decide to turn to the dark side.”
Her laugh sounded a bit hysterical and too
loud to her own ears. “Come on.” She tugged Brady’s sleeve, pulling him from the
bar. If they didn’t get out of there soon, she wouldn’t be responsible for her
actions.
Denise bumped into a chair as she wove through
the clusters of tables. Fortunately, Thursdays were slow in the popular bar so
she didn’t trample any customers as she rushed for the door. “Later, Jay!”
Walking the half block to her apartment was
pure agony. Her pussy clenched, seeking something solid to relieve her growing
tension. Squeezing her thighs wasn’t quite enough. Not to mention the attempt
made her stumble. The cool Memphis spring air helped relieve her over-heated
face but did nothing for the fire searing her core.
As they reached the old red brick apartment
building, Brady stopped in front of the door. “Are you sure you’re okay? I mean,
we were just joking around.”
“I’m fine. Are you coming up?” Please say
yes. Please say yes. She needed relief. Soon. Or she might attack him right
here in front of the building.
“I thought you had to get to work early.”
“I do but I can spare a little time.” She
leaned against him, pressing her breasts into his chest. At the contact, her
nipples exploded into sparks of excitement. Arms around his waist, her fingers
caressed his lower back, dipping inside his waistband to tease the warm skin
above his ass crack.
Brady’s frown eased into a grin. “Sure.”
Denise pulled away to unlock the door. Pushing
it open, she grabbed Brady’s arm then tugged him into the building.
“Impatient, eh?” His laughter filled the small
area in front of the single elevator.
“A little.” Impatient to see you sucking
dick. Her brain had evidently developed a case of x-rated Tourette’s
syndrome. Denise couldn’t help herself. When the elevator door closed behind
them, she pounced, slamming Brady against the back wall of the tiny space.
Arms wrapped tight around Brady’s neck, Denise
planted a hard kiss on his mouth. She cocked her leg around his thigh, giving
her some leverage. Pressing against his leg, she rubbed against his muscled
flesh, seeking pressure for her aching sex. Love to see him humped by a horny
dude…
“Damn!” Brady’s surprised exclamation didn’t
stop him from participating. His arms pulled her closer. His hips rocked back
and forth. The ridge of his cock rubbed against her stomach.
Almost. There. Just–
The elevator doors opened too soon.
Fuck!
“Excuse me?” A surprised voice interrupted.
Denise jumped away from Brady then turned.
Her neighbor, Stephen, held open the elevator
door. A wide grin split his chiseled features. “Appears Brady is doing something
right.” He raised an eyebrow. His gaze swept past Denise and focused on the
bulge in Brady’s pants.
“Sorry.” Denise grabbed Brady by the hand,
pulling him past the smirking man.
Stephen stepped into the elevator then leaned
up against the back wall. “Lucky girl.” His comment slipped between the closing
elevator doors.
Oh, shit. Stephen was gay and there
went her dirty mind again. Images of Stephen with Brady overlapped the ones
already filling her head of Jay and him.
As she fumbled with the keys to her door, her
hands trembled.
“What’s up with you?” Brady took the keys and
let them in the apartment.
“Nothing. Just…” How could she explain why she
was so turned on? Maybe this was a bad idea, inviting him up. He was a smart
guy. He might figure out why she was wound so tight. She already used the excuse
of work tomorrow. She should have let him go home while she had the chance.
Before the door swung completely shut behind
them, Brady pushed her against the wall. “It turned you on.”
“What?”
“What I said. About screwing a guy.” Brady
tilted his head until their lips almost met. His breath was hot against her
mouth. “You’re turned on by the idea of me with another man.”
“I am not.” Denise tried to dart under his arm
but he grabbed her wrist. Her heart raced. Heat rushed up her chest to her face.
Her clit throbbed with the need for attention.
Pinning her to the wall, he brushed a half
kiss against her lips. “I bet your panties are soaked with your juices.” His
nostrils flared as he sniffed a couple of times. “I can almost smell you.” Using
one hand to hold both wrists over her head, Brady shoved his other hand down her
jeans and into her panties
“Agh!” As his fingers brushed her clit,
Denise’s body went into overdrive. She couldn’t help herself. She thrust into
the sweet pressure.
“Damn! You’re wet.” Brady probed deeper. His
thick fingers slid easily through her slick wet folds, dipping into her pussy.
“More.” She pulled her wrists free of his hold
then grabbed his head. Attacking his mouth, she muffled her words. “Need…” She
tried to climb on his hand, to push his fingers deeper. She needed to come. The
agony of frustration built, radiating through her body. “Please…”
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