Three to Tango (10 page)

“Shhh,” Brian murmured against her.

Kerry hadn’t realized she’d muttered a small protest until he spoke. She wanted to tell him she didn’t mean for him to stop—she wasn’t one of those other women worried about her thighs or anything else. She found no words, though. Not when his lips tugged softly on her clit just before his tongue lapped at her in a steady pressure that hit her just right. Nor when his fingers returned to their place inside her. Then she managed a low moan, but couldn’t make herself speak. Even if her lips and teeth and tongue had complied, her brain had become saturated with sensation. No words to find.

It was too late to tell him to slow down, go back, ease off. Even if Kerry could’ve found the voice to tell him, she was too close. Pleasure had built and built, coiled like a spring. She shifted her hips, pressing herself against him. She heard Brian groan as one hand slid beneath her ass to hold her closer to his mouth. His fingers slid in and out of her as his mouth kept up its magic on her clit.

She was the one pulling his hair now. Shouting his name in a hoarse, lust-roughened voice she barely recognized. Kerry gave herself up to ecstasy, riding the waves of orgasm that left her shaking and spent. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, Brian eased off, staying close but no longer licking and sucking at her. His fingers inside her stilled as her cunt clenched around them. He rested his cheek on her thigh, and the thick darkness of his hair tickled her there, but Kerry didn’t laugh. She couldn’t manage the breath for anything other than a sigh.

Maybe half a second passed as she blinked rapidly and breathed in and out, finding her way back to earth. She looked down at Brian between her legs and marveled at how right it seemed to see him there. She loosed her grip in his hair but stroked it back from his face. She found her voice.

“That was a great start,” Kerry said. “Let’s keep going.”

Three

“
C
an I take the rest of my clothes off now?”

Kerry laughed, tipping her head back, and God, she looked so beautiful it made Brian want to … well, to do more of what he’d just done. She cocked her head to give him an up-and-down look that might’ve made him feel a little ridiculous, what with his dick hanging out the way it was below the hem of his shirt. Brian didn’t feel stupid, though. She had this way about her that he’d always admired and that had gotten better as she got older. Kerry was honest, but she was also more than that.

Forthright. That’s what Kerry was. Forthright and unafraid. Brian liked that a lot. It made him feel like he could be unafraid, too, even half naked and sporting a dick that could drill concrete.

“Sure, Brian. Take off your clothes.”

“The seduction’s not over, is it?” he asked, tugging on his tie to pull it completely free.

Kerry snuck her naked toes up his belly to press the end of the tie against his chest. “Not even half. Leave the tie on. Take the rest off, but the tie is just too hot to lose.”

He laughed and did as she said, stripping out of his rumpled jacket and flapping shirt. Kneeling on the bed wearing only a tie, he again waited half a second to feel stupid but didn’t.

Kerry sat up to tug at the tie, bringing his mouth close to hers. “I came so hard I saw stars.”

“Good.” Making a woman come had always seemed like some mystical, magical talent Brian was happy to possess even if he couldn’t be at all sure he ever knew what he was doing. He kissed her, wondering if she’d be squeamish. He hated it when a woman didn’t kiss him after he went down on her.

Kerry had no problem with it, and he shouldn’t even have doubted. She really was like no other woman he’d ever been with. She captured his lower lip with hers and tugged playfully before releasing him. He jumped a little when she took his cock in her hand.

“I have condoms in my bag,” she told him. “Which I think is someplace on the floor.”

Brian tried to crane his neck to see if he could glimpse it without moving too far from her exquisitely stroking fingers. Kerry’s laugh turned his face back to her, and he sank again into her kiss as she moved her hand up and down on his prick. Right then it was all he could think about. Sinking into her, pushing inside her, filling her—that would have to wait just a couple minutes. Yeah. Just a few more.

Somehow they ended up facing each other on the bed. Kisses became more urgent. His erection pressed just right on the softness of her belly as her nipples scraped his chest. It was just like he’d always thought it would be back in high school with one major difference. This time, he was pretty sure they were going to go all the way.

“Condoms,” Kerry said as Brian kissed her jaw and found a sensitive spot just below the curve of her jaw. She gasped when he sucked her skin.

“Yeah,” he said, and kept kissing.

At last she rolled on top of him, which was great, and then off him, which left him blinking, owl-eyed, trying to catch his breath. Kerry padded across the hotel room’s thick, plush carpet and bent to grab her purse, giving him a full-on view of her very sweet ass. She turned with a triumphant grin, a familiar-looking box in one hand. In the next moment she’d taken three leaping steps to jump onto the bed, bouncing them both so hard the headboard hit the wall.

She bounced again before dropping to her knees beside him. She leaned to kiss him. “Condoms.”

Of all the ways he’d ever thought this might go, one thing stood out as different. Brian had always thought making love to Kerry would feel good, would be hot, and it was. He’d just never thought it would be so much fun.

She looked perplexed when he said this and paused with the condom half opened. A small crinkle he wanted to kiss away appeared between her eyebrows. “You didn’t?”

“I didn’t think … I mean there’s fun. And then there’s
fun
,” Brian tried to explain.

Kerry nodded, one brow lifted. “Like I said. You’ve been with the wrong kinds of women.”

That was certainly true, and he’d guessed it before but knew it even more so now. Brian watched her tear open the package and pull out the rubber. Then she was sheathing him with it, and even that felt so good he had to count backward from ten and think of baseball, just the way he had back in those trigonometry days.

Brian had been with women for whom sex was a ballet. Carefully choreographed, sometimes with pretty costumes, often with delicately performed maneuvers. There was nothing like that now. Kerry slid herself onto his cock without fanfare, her brow still furrowed, her eyes half lidded with pleasure. When she settled fully on him, they both groaned, and she smiled, though her head was already tipping back as she moved.

“Oh,” was all she said. Then a second later, “Oh, Brian.”

Sometimes when the woman was on top he had trouble hitting just the right rhythm. Pushing up was harder than pushing in, and anticipating this, Brian braced his feet on the bed and slid his hands to Kerry’s waist. He shouldn’t have worried about it—she took over the way she had right from the start. Putting her hands on his chest, she rocked against him, up and down, adding the same twist with her hips she’d used with her hand. Drove him freaking crazy, that little twist. For the first time in his life, Brian was actually grateful for the condom slightly dulling the sensation. Without it, he was sure he’d have shot off already, less than two minutes into this.

He’d already given her one orgasm, which was something of his style, since making a woman come during sex was always harder. But in this position, it was easy enough for Kerry to take one of his hands from her hip and slip it between them, centering his knuckles against the pressure point of her clit. That she was so comfortable and easy about showing him what she wanted sent another rush and hustle of desire arcing through him like electricity.

When she came the second time, he actually felt it in the clutch and pulse of her clit and cunt against him, and even though he was rocketing toward orgasm himself, there was no missing the shake and shimmy of her body or her low cry. He was too stunned to be proud or smug—all Brian could do was watch Kerry’s gorgeous face as it twisted in her climax.

She opened her eyes at the height of it, biting her bottom lip, her gaze slightly dreamy and unfocused before something in her eyes shifted and she pinned him with a look. “Fuck … Brian …”

Her fingers curled, sharp nails digging into his chest just enough to pinch and not to hurt. A second later she flattened her palms against him, slid them over his nipples and then tweaked. The unexpected sensation sent his hips bucking, balls getting tight, cock as hard as iron. Pretty much all thoughts escaped him in that moment, a heartbeat away from coming.

He saw stars, too.

Orgasm swept him up, then flattened him. Brian heard himself mutter Kerry’s name, then something wordless and low. Everything got bright and he blinked against the flare of light as the entire world centered itself in his dick … and then, it was over and he was left shuddering and gasping.

“Mmm,” Kerry murmured, leaning down to press her mouth against his neck, nuzzling. “Wow.”

Brian put his arms around her, breathing in the scent of her hair and concentrating on the soft skin of her back. He let his fingers tiptoe down the knobs of her spine to end at the dimples at the base of her back. He breathed, in and out, trying to get back to reality and hating that he had to.

Kerry pushed up to look at him with mischief glinting in her eyes. “Not too shabby, Mr. Jordan.”

“Gosh, thanks,” Brian said, totally fine with being teased since the state he was in prevented him from being anything but fine with everything.

“I mean it.” She sounded more serious that time. She kissed his mouth, then cupped his face with her hands. “It was totally worth waiting almost twenty years for.”

A smile twitched his mouth. “Yeah. I thought so, too.”

Kerry giggled and rolled off him, careful to disengage without dislodging the condom, and Brian took care of it, as discreetly as he could, tossing it into a handful of tissues and the garbage pail. She was watching him when he turned back to the bed. He half expected her to jump up and run to the bathroom, but Kerry only reached behind her to tug down the comforter and toss it on the floor, then sprawled out on the sheets with the pillows stacked comfortably behind her.

“So tell me, Brian, everything you’ve been up to for the past fifteen years.”

Brian crawled into bed beside her and took his share of the pillows. “Everything?”

“Oh yes,” Kerry said. “I want to hear it all.”

So he told her, and even though he didn’t think there was much to tell, they talked for hours until they both grew heavy eyed and the conversation slurred and Kerry reached up to turn off the lights next to the bed.

When he woke up in the morning, sprawled out across half the bed with the scent of her still all over him and a morning erection just begging for a second round … Kerry was gone.

Four

“
P
ancakes for breakfast? Sausage? Wheat toast … ? Oh, Jeremy. Fresh-squeezed orange juice?” Kerry, rubbing at her eyes and stifling a yawn, padded across the kitchen floor in her bare feet and paused at the table. “What is all this?”

“You got in so late last night—well this morning, really—that I figured I’d let you sleep in. And make you breakfast.” Jeremy turned from the stove, flipper in hand to take care of the last set of goldenbrown pancakes to match the others still steaming on the plate.

He did things like that. Treated her like a princess. Sure, he could be moody and uncommunicative, secretive even … sometimes a little bossy. But times like this with breakfast staring her in the face, served by a very handsome man wearing nothing but a grin and an apron, Kerry counted her blessings. She crossed the tile floor and turned him from the stove to kiss him.

“It looks good,” she said and squeezed his ass. “This looks better.”

“They’re gonna burn,” Jeremy said into her mouth, eyes sliding to the side to watch the stove top. “Let me just turn off the burner.”

He did with a snap of his wrist, put down the flipper and took her in his arms. “Morning. Or afternoon, whatever.”

She laughed and kissed him again. It lingered this time. Jeremy was a very good kisser … but she found herself thinking of Brian, how every stroke of his tongue had echoed in her cunt. Kerry shivered.

“You should’ve woken me,” Jeremy told her. “I wanted to hear all about the big night. I assume it worked.”

“Oh, it worked, that’s for sure. It was the dress. You were right.”

Jeremy shook his head. “It was you, babe. I told you, no man could pass you up.”

“I didn’t want to wake you,” Kerry told him.

That was only part of it. When at last she stumbled into their bedroom, she’d been so exhausted she could barely see straight. Jeremy had been snoring, ears plugged tight with the foam earbuds he used to block out the noise of the fan she liked to have whirring on her at night. She’d planned to wake him and tell him every detail the way he wanted, but faced with reliving what had been one of the best fucks of her life, Kerry had been unable to do anything but shower and slip between the sheets, still thinking of Brian. She’d just wanted to hold on to it for herself a while longer, that was all.

It didn’t mean anything.

“So? How was it?” Jeremy’s hands slipped over her silk robe to settle on her butt.

“Good.”

His smile thinned a bit. “Just good? That’s it?”

“No … no.” Kerry shook her head, putting on a smile that felt a little forced. Heat flushed her cheeks and she realized with a start that she was embarrassed. Even felt a little guilty, which was just stupid since Jeremy’d encouraged her to go after just one night with Brian. Live the fantasy, he’d said. “It was good. I mean, it was really good.”

“Yeah?” His hands moved over her ass, then under the robe to find her bare skin. “How good?”

“Twenty years of waiting good,” Kerry told him honestly, because he’d asked and she’d never lied to him before so wasn’t going to start now.

“Fuck, baby,” Jeremy muttered at that. “Tell me. I want to know about it.”

She’d have known he was getting turned on even if his cock hadn’t started nudging her through the apron. She saw it in the gleam of his eyes, the throaty tone of his voice. It turned her on, too, knowing that whatever it was she’d done or would say was getting him hard.

“He looked good,” she said. “Nice suit. Tie. Hair combed back but long so it could get messed up.”

She and Jeremy were moving in an infinitesimally slow dance, their feet inching along the tiles in a minuscule circle. His gaze flared at her words. His smile twitched.

“Mr. Businessman.”

“Something like that. He owns a car dealership.”

“Oh … Mr. Salesman.” His lip curled only the tiniest bit, but it made Kerry feel defensive.

“It was his dad’s. Anyway, he worked there in high school and college and stuff. Now he owns it. Does that really matter?”

“No. I guess not.” Jeremy bent to nibble at her throat.

The hot press of his teeth and tongue sent a shiver through her. “We danced. Hardly anyone was dancing, but it was fun. And then I asked him to go upstairs with me.”

Against her neck, Jeremy paused. When he spoke, his lips tickled against her skin. “Just like that?”

“It’s what I wanted,” Kerry reminded him, not moving, though with her head tilted this way to give him access to her throat, she felt off balance.

Jeremy slid his mouth over her throat and jaw to finish at her mouth. “You brazen hussy.”

“Hey, in that dress how could I have been anything else? Besides, when you only have one night, you want to start it as soon as possible. There wasn’t anything else going on at the reunion I was interested in, really,” she told him. “Sure, I could’ve won the raffle for the new HDTV, but I really just wanted to fuck Brian Jordan.”

“I remember you telling me that once or twice.” Jeremy tugged the tie of her robe so the silk fell apart and bared her breasts to him. He bent to suck her nipples until they stood up hard and tight. Just the way she liked it. “So … did he do this?”

Her voice had gone a little guttural. “Yes.”

“He sucked your nipples?”

“Yes,” she breathed as Jeremy bent back to suck and nibble at her tender flesh.

His hand shifted between her legs. “Fuck, babe. You’re so wet already. Were you wet for him?”

“Yes.”

Jeremy made a low sound and pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, tweaking it so she had to hold tight to his shoulder when her knees buckled. “Tell me what he did. All of it.”

Kerry drew a breath, trying to find the words. Not sure she could speak them aloud, not with Jeremy’s fingers working magic between her legs. Not sure she could find words to describe how it had been last night with Brian.

“I wanted to suck his cock, you know. I used to think about it. Imagine it. I used to look at my friend’s mom’s
Playgirl
magazines. We’d pore over these pictures of naked men, and I’d wonder if that’s what Brian’s dick looked like. And it was … just … oh, God.” She had to stop, catch her breath. Jeremy had backed her up against the countertop, far from the hot stove top, and lifted her on top of it. Cool granite caressed her ass, distracting her.

He pushed her legs apart. “Tell me what it was like.”

“It was just right. Not too long. Not too thick. I was worried he might have some sort of monster cock. He’s a big guy, and …” Kerry shuddered and closed her eyes.

Jeremy laughed, low, his fingers still working on her clit. “Look at me.”

She did.

“So he had the perfect prick. Nice. Was it pretty?”

She blinked, shifting her weight to tilt her hips against the pleasure his fingers were providing. “Pretty?”

Jeremy’s smile quirked on one side. “Yeah. Did he have a pretty cock?”

“Yeah. Fucking gorgeous,” Kerry said and waited to see if this would offend him. “I wanted to suck it. I used to think about it all the time. So I did.”

Jeremy twitched a little. His gaze got hotter. “Did he eat your pussy, Kerry?”

A small noise escaped her at that question. She nodded, unable to answer. When he bent to take a long, slow lick of her cunt, she gripped the edges of the countertop so hard, her knuckles cracked.

“Like this?” Jeremy breathed on her wet flesh, then used his tongue to delicately drill her clit. Again, just how she liked it. He knew just how to please her. Turn her on. Get her off. When he used his lips to tug on her clit, Kerry tipped her head back to touch the cabinets behind her. “Did he eat this sweet cunt just like this? Lick your clit, huh?”

“Yes,” she said on a moan.

Jeremy’s tongue made smooth, steady strokes on her clit. He shifted her toward the edge of the counter and slid two fingers inside her at the same time. The pressure felt so good her hips gave an involuntary jerk, but Jeremy’s other hand kept her anchored on the counter.

“Your pussy tastes so sweet, I bet he ate it right up. I bet he thought he was the luckiest fucking man on the earth, didn’t he?” Jeremy’s voice was muffled against her, every word another press and caress against her. “Did you come when he ate your pussy?”

She shuddered at the memory. “Yes, I did.”

Jeremy pulled back and licked his lips. He leaned to kiss her, and Kerry tipped forward to give him her mouth, but he held back at the last second. He pulled her forward, off the counter, balancing her so she didn’t fall. “Turn around.”

She did, looking over her shoulder. “What …”

“Did he fuck you?”

“Yes,” she said. “You know he did.”

Jeremy pushed his hand between her legs from behind. His erection pressed her ass; automatically, Kerry leaned forward, hands on the counter, legs spread. Offering herself.

“Like this?” Jeremy whispered as he pushed inside her.

Filling her. Stretching her. Kerry let out a slow gust of breath and closed her eyes, taking him all the way in, even though this position was a little awkward. “No. I was on top.”

“You like it on top,” Jeremy said with a small laugh that sent another twinge of some strange emotion through her. Something like guilt. Something like excitement. Both so tangled up she couldn’t separate them now, even if she could think straight. “But I like to fuck you from behind, Kerry. I bet he’d have liked it, too.”

“He liked it just fine the way we did it,” Kerry said with a small laugh that cut off as she drew in a breath when Jeremy moved inside her.

“No doubt. I bet you had him coming so hard the top of his head came off, didn’t you, babe?” His hands smoothed over her back, over her ass. A wet finger slipped into her crack and pressed against her asshole, so she jumped—Jeremy knew she wasn’t much for backdoor action, though he liked it. “I bet you looked so hot, didn’t you. Riding him? Did you come when you were fucking him, too?”

“I did,” Kerry managed to say as her orgasm rippled closer.

It wasn’t what Jeremy was doing, fucking into her. It was what he was saying. What it made her think about. It was everything she’d done the night before, and oh, fuck, even though she’d taken a shower she hadn’t washed him entirely away. She could still smell Brian on her, maybe just her imagination but there just the same. Taste him. It was the years of her fantasies all over again, but this time, based on reality.

Last night she’d fucked Brian Jordan, and he’d made her come not just once but twice, and now she was fucking another man in the kitchen they shared and she was going to come again. Her body didn’t think this was a bad idea, why should her head? Or her heart, for that matter, which had begun pounding solidly as Jeremy’s talented fingers and cock worked her closer and closer to coming.

Her fingertips skidded on the granite, which felt cool under her cheek when she pressed it there. Just for a second—Jeremy was fucking into her harder now, moving her whole body, and her skin skidded on the granite before she lifted her head again. Kerry couldn’t think, couldn’t move, could only let the waves of pleasure build and build until they spun her, tipping and tossing and shaking with all of it. She felt the press of Jeremy’s fingertips harder against her ass and tensed, but he wasn’t pressing inside. Even so, she was so turned on this added sensation pushed her over the edge. She gasped when she came and bit down on the two hard syllables of a name that did not belong to the man coming inside her.

He cried out, grinding his pelvis against her before slowing. One more thrust, then another, slower. Breathing hard, Jeremy leaned to press his face against her back. His cock softened, slipping out of her, followed by the thin, hot stream of fluid that reminded her they hadn’t used a condom. Another difference between last night and this. Kerry grabbed a handful of paper towels and did a hasty cleanup before Jeremy turned her for a kiss.

A very smug, satisfied kiss, she thought when he pulled away with a grin. Not that she wanted him to be jealous—that would’ve been like she’d done something wrong. Cheated on him or something. And it wasn’t cheating if he knew about it. Hell, had encouraged it. So no, she didn’t want him to be jealous—but did she want him to be smug?

“What’s that look?” she asked him as she tied her robe around her again and headed for the table to fill her belly with pancakes that would need to be reheated.

“No look. What look?” Jeremy took the last couple pancakes from the plate on the stove where he’d left them to make love to her. He gave her an innocent stare.

“Are you familiar with the phrase ‘cat’s got the cream’?”

He laughed. “Babe, you got the cream. All of it.”

Normally Kerry would’ve laughed at this off-color humor, but today it sounded a little cruder than usual. She didn’t laugh. She poured herself a mug of coffee, still hot, and sipped. Studying him.

“It really did turn you on, didn’t it?” she said.

“Well … yeah. Of course. Why wouldn’t it?”

She and Jeremy lived together. Shared bills, drove each other’s cars without thinking twice about it. They didn’t say they loved each other the way other couples did, a statement he’d told her in the beginning made him uneasy because it usually meant the other person was getting ready to leave, and though Kerry had always thought that was silly, she respected his wishes. Besides, as Jeremy always said, love wasn’t in the words but in what you do.

Jeremy adored, worshipped, admired and cherished her. He thought she was the bee’s knees, the cat’s pajamas, the best thing since sliced bread. He treasured and prized her, held her in high esteem.

But he hardly ever said he loved her.

“Well,” Kerry said, “it’s over now. It was just for one night, anyway.”

Jeremy nodded and slid the plate of wheat toast toward her like this was any other Sunday morning, just the two of them, content in their relationship even if it wasn’t quite like most other people’s. “Right. Just one night.”