Author: Olivia Cunning

“How do you feel?” she asked.

“Horny.”

She chuckled. “I meant your hangover.”

“What hangover?”

She smiled and her hand slid between their bodies, cupping his erection through his pants. She’d suspected it last night when he’d pressed his bulge against her mound, but her fondling confirmed it. Oh yes, huge. Her entire body throbbed. Brian caught her hand to prevent her from stroking him, but didn’t move it away.

“Hold on,” he said. “You left me in quite a state last night. I’m about to explode already.”

“Do you even remember last night?”

“Every moment, Myrna.”

She was surprised he remembered anything, much less her name. “There is something warm and wet between my thighs that wants to be fil ed with this.” She squeezed his cock gently, her hand stil trapped in his. He groaned and moved to climb from the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“I gotta go to the bathroom and jerk one out or I won’t last five seconds.”

“Oh no, you’re not.” She clung to his waist to prevent him from climbing from the bed. “I’l take care of that for you.”

She unfastened his belt buckle and unbuttoned his fly, before freeing his cock from the confines of his boxers. At the sight of his thick erection, her pussy twitched with longing. “Beautiful,” she murmured.

“Beautiful?”

She supposed guys didn’t want their cocks referred to as beautiful. She hadn’t cal ed it cute at least. It wasn’t cute though, it was at least ten inches of smooth, gorgeous man flesh. Veins strained against the darkened skin. She couldn’t wait to taste him, to run her tongue along the rim of the enlarged head. She tore her gaze from his cock to look at him.

“It’s a fucking beast, Brian. You’re going to tear me in half with that thing!”

He looked stunned at first, but then laughed. “The only way to save yourself from my beast is to put it in your mouth.”

She kissed the tip, sucking one side gently, and then moved away to peel his pants, boxers and socks off in one sweep.

“Just lie back and relax,” she said. Her ex-husband’s accusatory voice filtered through her thoughts, Go ahead, Myrna. Suck his cock. Prove me right again, you whore.

She paused, glancing up at Brian uncertainly. He propped a pil ow against the headboard and leaned back, spreading his legs, trusting her with his most sensitive areas without hesitation. He’d think she was a whore, too, wouldn’t he?

“What’s the matter?” Brian touched her hair gently. “If you don’t want to…”

But she did want to. She ran her hands up the insides of his thighs and spread his legs farther apart. She cupped his bal s in one hand, finding them ful and tight, the skin cool to the touch. He gasped. She gently raked her fingernails over his scrotum, and then lowered her head to draw the loose skin into her mouth, sucking and licking his flesh until his entire body tensed. She nipped the wrinkled skin with her teeth. He jerked.

“What the—?”

Go ahead, Brian, call me a whore.

When his body relaxed again, she lifted her head and took his cock in her mouth, sucking him deep into her throat. She swal owed. He groaned. She sucked hard as she pul ed back, and rubbed the rim of the head with her tongue before drawing away completely. He grunted in protest when he fel free of her mouth. She blew a breath of cool air over the moistened tip. He sucked a breath through his teeth.

“Mmm,” she murmured, and then lowered her head to suck on the skin of his scrotum again.

“Myr, you’re kil ing me,” he whispered.

She sucked a testicle into her mouth.

“Whoa!” He clutched the bedclothes in both fists and banged his head back against the headboard. She released his flesh from her mouth and touched his cock with her fingertips. It jumped in response.

“Please,” he begged. “Suck me. God. Please.”

She lowered her head further, tonguing the crease of skin between his bal s and her ultimate goal. When her tongue danced over the puckered flesh of his anus, he squirmed, panting as she tested the limits of his self-control. After a moment, he relaxed and she pressed the tip of her tongue inside him. He twitched.

He hadn’t cal ed her a whore yet, but she knew he must have been thinking it.

She withdrew her tongue and placed a sucking kiss around his puckered flesh before moving to take his cock in her mouth.

“Yes,” he gasped. “Thank you.”

She cupped his bal s in one hand, massaging gently as she drew his cock in and out of her mouth, applying the most suction at its head as she let it fal from her lips, and then she’d take it within again. By the hitch in his breathing, she could tel he was close. She wanted him to come in her mouth. Wanted to taste him. Swal ow him. Make his body spasm with release. Only whores like to swallow, Jeremy’s voice assured her.

She squeezed her eyes closed and took Brian’s cock deep into her throat.

“Mmmmmm…” she purred loudly.

“God!”

She drew back and bobbed her head up and down rapidly as she sucked. Her lips bumped over the sensitive rim faster and faster. One hand held the base of his cock firmly so she could concentrate on her technique, the other continued to massage his bal s gently. His groans of pleasure encouraged her to suck harder, move faster. Come, Brian. Come on. Give me what I want. She knew he was holding back on her, selfishly trying to prolong his pleasure. She didn’t mind. She loved a chal enge. She wriggled her tongue against the underside of his cock as she sucked him deep. When he was buried deep in her throat again, she hummed and dipped the tip of a finger into his ass.

“Fuck, woman!” He grabbed her hair as his hips bucked off the mattress and he bathed the back of her throat with his juices. She smiled, sucking him and swal owing his offering until he stopped spurting. When his body went limp, she released his cock from her mouth and col apsed beside him, breathing hard to catch her breath.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, stil panting. “Amazing.”

Why don’t you tell me what you really think of me? Jeremy had never had a problem expressing himself. Brian reached for her and drew her against him. She buried her face in his side, inhaling his scent. Sexual excitement had strengthened his unique, musky aroma. She loved the smel of his body. There was probably something wrong with that, too. She struggled to free herself from his embrace, but he held her fast.

“I need to take a shower,” she said, her hand pressing against the skul tattoo on his abdomen. “I have several sessions I’m supposed to attend this morning.”

“The only sessions you’re attending wil be right here.” He pointed at his softening cock. “As soon as I can move, that is.”

She didn’t disgust him? She looked up at him, expecting him to be staring her down with accusation, but he just grinned as if he was half stoned.

“Don’t you have things to do today?” she asked.

“Lots,” he said. “And they al involve your body.”

Her heart kicked. She smiled. Maybe he was okay with her uninhibited side. “You rock stars have such hard lives.”

He was quiet for a long moment. “Did you just suck me off like a maniac because I’m a rock star or because you like me?”

She cringed. “Does it matter?”

“Yeah.”

“I like you.” She paused. “I also like that you’re a rock star. I’m especial y drawn to those magical fingers of yours.” She took his hand in hers and kissed his fingertips.

“But if I wasn’t famous, you wouldn’t have anything to do with me.”

“If you weren’t famous, I probably would have been too shy to introduce myself to you last night. I would have wanted to suck you off like a maniac, regardless. You’re irresistibly sexy, Brian.”

He grinned. “I guess that’s good enough for me.”

She reached up and touched his handsome face. “Does it bother you that women respond to your fame?”

“Not usual y.” He shrugged. “Sometimes.”

He wanted something real, not the fantasy. She could see it in his soft, brown eyes as he gazed at her. She was sorry to disappoint him, but she was al about the fantasy. He’d just have to find a way to cope when her few hours in fantasyland came to an end. And so what if that made her a whore. She was tired of pretending to be a good girl. I always saw the real you and I loved you anyway, Jeremy’s voice intruded her thoughts again. She shook her head slightly.

“Can you move yet?” she asked, hoping Brian could exorcise the demon of Jeremy from her thoughts.

“Let me try.” His free hand covered her breast and squeezed. “Almost.”

She gazed down his body. Her hand slid down his bel y toward his slack cock. It twitched in response. She grinned. “Almost.”

“So where is this piercing you told us about last night?”

She flushed. “I was only teasing. I don’t real y have a body piercing. Or a tattoo.”

“I don’t believe you. I’l need to look you over for myself.”

He stripped her nightgown off over her head and pressed her down flat on her back.

“Hmm. I don’t see any here,” he said, gazing at her breasts. “Just let me make sure.” He stroked her nipple with his fingertips, drawing it to a hardened bud. He lowered his head, flicked the taunt tip with his tongue and then sucked it into his mouth. Myrna gasped. He sucked hard, stroking the underside of her nipple and breast with his tongue.

“Nope, definitely no piercing,” he said. “Better check the other one.”

He repeated the treatment on her other breast. Her fingers stole into the soft strands of his longish hair, holding him there. He lifted his head and blew a cool breath over her moist nipple. Her body jerked.

He didn’t move for a moment and she gazed down at him. He was watching her as if waiting for something.

“If you let go of my hair, I can continue my inspection.”

She flushed and released his hair. His mouth left a trail of wet kisses along the underside of her breast, across her ribs to the center of her stomach, and then down to her navel. He dipped his tongue into her bel ybutton rhythmical y, causing a flood of heat between her thighs. She throbbed with need, craving that thrusting rhythm within. Ah God, fuck me, Brian. She bit her lip so she didn’t make the mistake of saying it aloud.

“No navel ring,” he murmured.

He continued down her body, sucking a trail over her lower bel y. A spasm shook her body and she giggled.

“Ticklish?”

“A little.”

He blew a cool breath over the moist trail he’d left behind and she moaned. He used the distraction to slide her panties from her body.

“One more place I need to check.” He wrapped a hand around each leg, just above her knees and spread her thighs wide.

“You already checked there.” Her body tensed. She wasn’t a fan of having her clit licked. So few men did it right. His fingers combed through the nest of curls at the apex of her thighs. “You don’t shave this off regularly?”

She flushed. She knew the trends among younger women. She kept her pubic hair trimmed, but didn’t shave it into unusual shapes or thin strips.

“It’s there for a reason.” She slipped into sex professor mode. “It maintains the sexual scents. Also each hair is associated with a nerve ending, so increases sensory input to the brain during copulation.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Copulation?”

Oh God. Had she turned him off with her cerebral discussion of a primitive urge? “Fucking?”

“I prefer making love.” He grinned. “And you’re right about the scent.” He inhaled her essence deeply through his nose. “Definitely a turn on.”