Uninhibited (Unlikely Lovers) by Cheryl Brooks Page A

he do? He didn’t have a car, but he didn’t live very far away. Since she hadn’t tied him up or bolted the door and hidden the key, he was perfectly capable of putting on his clothes and walking home. What if, having finally had enough, he simply decided to leave? He might even enjoy the novelty of being the one to skedaddle first.
    Finally, in a desperate attempt to turn off her thoughts—rather than shoving a pencil in her ear—she spooned up against his back and draped an arm over his hip. He was warm, solid, and he grounded her thoughts in a way she didn’t expect.
    U nbelievably, she slept.
    She a woke to find Alan nestled up behind her, scattering kisses over her neck and shoulders while gliding his hot, wet cock between her legs.
    “Mmm…” Arching her back, she wigg led her butt against his groin.
    Alan responded by altering the angle enough that his cockhead teased her clit. “Beats waking up to an alarm, doesn’t it?”
    “Oh, yeah.” Rocking her hips, she tightened her inner thighs, squeezing his dick against her pussy. “What time is it?”
    “Dunno,” he replied. “Pretty early, I think. Sorry. I couldn’t wait any longer.”
    Evidently , he hadn’t been cured.
    Whoo hoo!
    “Just had to get my dick between your legs and fuck for a while.” Shifting his hands for a better grip, he picked up the pace. “God, that feels good. Wet…slick…hot.”
    Emily wasn’t sure which one of them was providing most of the lubrication—him, she suspected , although her aching pussy was undoubtedly contributing. “And here I thought you’d finally gotten enough.”
    He nuzzled her neck . “No way. I don’t think I could ever get enough of you. I just needed some time to think of more ways to fuck you without actually fucking you.”
    “And?”
    “This is one of them.”
    “ I see. And why are these alternative methods so important?”
    “We haven’t had the STD/birth control discussion yet.” Snaking an arm around her waist, he pulled her up against him and fucked hard and fast for a several strokes, then came with a warm gush down her legs.
    She cleared her throat. “ Right. We haven’t. I’ll go first. Currently on the Pill and carrying no communicable diseases—at least none that I’m aware of.”
    Panting slightly, he caught her earlobe in his teeth before replying. “Not on the Pill, and have documentation to prove I’m not carrying anything nasty.”
    “ Then actually fucking me is an option?”
    “Is it? I think I messed up earlier. I was kinda bummed out until I realized you never really said you didn’t want me to. Plus, when I woke up, you had your hand on my butt. Seemed like a good sign.” He sucked in a ragged breath. “So, do you want me to fuck you or not?”
    I thought you’d never ask. “Absolutely. But I must admit, I’m intrigued by these alternative methods.”
    “ You’re not trying to wear me out first, are you?”
    She shook her head. “I’m not sure that’s possible. Is it?”
    “I honestly don’t know,” he replied.
    That settles it. “Okay. Let’s see some alternatives. A vagina can take quite a pounding, but not indefinitely.”
     
    Hearing the words vagina, pounding, and indefinitely in the same sentence nearly made Alan come again.
    Shaking it off, he sat up. “Mind if I turn on a light? I want to be able to see you.”
    “Sure, go ahead.”
    Fumbling for the lamp on the nightstand, he switched it on and held his breath as he turned to look at her. Soft shadows filled her curves, and her pupils were huge in the dim light. His eyes roamed over breasts that he knew the feel of already, but not the taste…
    Rolling onto his stomach, he suckled her nipples until they felt like pebbles—raking them with his teeth, teasing them with his tongue. Her moans of pleasure were his incentive.
    “Anyone ever give you a pearl necklace?”
    A soft laugh escaped her. “I take it you don’t mean the kind of pearls that come from oysters.”
    He