Betrayed by Love (5 page)

I stared at him.

He shrugged. “It turns her on and makes our sex life even better when she feels that she’s managed to keep me in her arms—despite my supposed attraction to other women. Maybe I shouldn’t, but I sometimes play along.”

It sounded like they were both kinky and that their marriage was dysfunctional. I gave him a weary look.

“I assure you, I’ve never wanted to be with anyone else and I’ve never been unfaithful to her. I love her. So you have absolutely nothing to worry about with me.”

Well damn, did he have to sound so firm? While I was glad he loved Jen and was happy with her, I guess my ego took a hit. Maybe he didn’t like big asses as much as Jen thought he did.

“Well, I’m glad you’re devoted to her. After her history, she needs and deserves your devotion,” I said.

“She has it. I just wish…”

“What?”

“That she didn’t need outside stimulus to keep our relationship as fresh and exciting for her as it is for me.”

I heard genuine regret in his voice and maybe a need for reassurance. “I know she loves you.”

“I know that too, but—” He shrugged. “Anyway, did you want to sit on the swing? If you do, please be my guest. I’m going inside.”

“Actually, I’d intended to have a swim, but I came out the wrong door.”

“Well good night.”

“About tomorrow…”

He stared at me. “What about it?”

“Jen said she had a job interview tomorrow.”

“And?”

“And I really don’t think it would be a good idea for us to be here alone.”

“Fine. Do you want me to disappear and leave you here or do you have plans to go out?”

“Actually, I think I should probably hang out at the airport trying to catch a flight back to L.A.”

He shook his head. “There’s no need to do that. Jen has been looking forward to your visit for a long time and I promise you have nothing to fear from me.”

But then he seemed to have no idea how attracted I was to him. Not that I was about to admit that to him. It was bad enough Jen knew. “I appreciate that, but—”

“Please. Don’t leave on my account. I’ll make myself scarce while you’re here. Stay and let her enjoy your visit. You’ll hardly know I’m here.”

That wasn’t likely when just the thought of being near him made me want to lose myself in erotic fantasies of our fucking like the proverbial bunnies. “Thanks. I’ll think about it. Good night.”

“Good night.”

Chapter Three

I remained where I was and didn’t turn to stare at him as he walked away. I sat on the swing. It was a beautiful moonlit night. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the motion of the swing. Soon my eyelids fluttered and I dozed off.

I stood in the shower with my eyes closed as I moved my hips in time with the soft jazz filling the bathroom from the shower radio. I loved the feeling of warm water washing the slick bath oil from my skin. The only thing nicer would be to share the shower with an appreciative lover.

I heard the bathroom door open. A smile spread across my face. “Come join me, lover,” I invited, cupping my hands over my breasts in anticipation of other hands there.

The shower door opened and closed, and then I felt a hard naked body slowly pressed against mine. Oh, very nice. I sighed as I suggestively rubbed my ass against his groin.

He groaned.

My smile turned into a grin as I felt his cock stirring against my ass. “Someone’s getting horny,” I teased.

He slipped his arms around my waist.

I leaned back against him.

He easily bore my weight while he slid his hands down over my belly to my thighs. He eased my legs apart before he cupped a hand over my wet pussy.

Oh, yes. Yes.

He rubbed his thumb over my clit.

I shivered with pleasure. “Oh…lover that feels so good.”

He nibbled at my neck and slipped two fingers inside me.

“Oh…yes. Yes, lover,” I moaned. “Make me hotter for you.”

His warm, insistent lips brushed along my neck while he gently finger fucked me.

That was nice but I wanted more. I reached down to push his fingers farther inside me.

He responded by thrusting them deeper.

“Oh…yes…” I pinched my nipples and widened my stance. I could feel his hard cock nestled between my nether cheeks and I needed to feel it thrusting up into my aching pussy. “I need you inside me.” When he made no move to accommodate my wishes, I reached between my legs to grip his cock.

It was hard, thick, and dripping pre–cum—in other words, ideal. I was in the mood for a long, leisurely shower fuck. I bent my knees and pressed the head against the bottom of my slit. “Slide it in me slowly, lover,” I instructed. “I want to savor every inch going in.”

He had other ideas. Sucking the side of my neck, he gripped my waist and thrust his hips forward.

I gasped in delight as his cock head pushed past my wet outer lips and powered up into my pussy. “Oh, hell, yeah! Give it all to me, lover.”

He jerked my hips back, sending his cock deeper inside me.

I moaned and rotated my ass against his groin. “Give me every inch.”

He complied. When he was firmly inside me, he gripped my hips and fucked me with hard, rough thrusts.

“Oh, yes. That’s it…you’re giving it to me just as I like it,” I moaned, loving the way he filled me. His cock felt so good slicing in and out of my pussy I thought I was in heaven.

He slid his big hands up my body to massage my breasts. He did it slowly, as if he really enjoyed palming them.

“Oh…you feel so good inside me…so good.” The combination of the warm water and the hard cock powering into me provided a wonderful thrill. There are few things more delicious than having a hard, thick cock inside me while my body is wet with traces of bath oil.

“I’m almost there. Make me come, lover.”

He slid his hands down my body, over my belly. Gliding his palm lower, he fucked me deeper and rubbed his thumb over my clit.

I moaned softly, feeling the muscles of my stomach rippling. I tightened myself around his cock.

He responded by fucking me faster and deeper.

I could feel the tension in his body and knew each upward thrust of his hot shaft drove us both closer to coming. I was only moments away from release…just a few more thrusts and I’d blow apart and come rivers over his cock.

“Harder…deeper…fuck me,” I moaned. “I’m so close…so close…oh…God…dig it in deeper…harder…hurt me, lover…take my pussy and make it yours…all yours…only yours…oh, hell yeah!”

Tightening his grip on my hips, he slammed his groin against me, making my ass jiggle and my toes curl. I reached back to slide my hands over his tush. I loved feeling the taut muscles in his ass clench and unclench as he fucked me with all the passion and furor of a man possessed. A man possessed by the need to shoot his cum up into my unprotected pussy.

“Fuck me harder, lover, and then fill me with your seed!” I moaned, feeling my inner thighs shake as they did when I was close to a really powerful orgasm. Then he hit my g–spot, pinched my nipples, and flicked my clit.

I shuddered and blew apart into tiny, very happy pieces, my entire body shaking with the intensity of my release.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and fucked me into a frenzy until he groaned against the side of my neck, and blasted his seed into my receptive pussy.

I had to reach out to grip the grab bars inside the shower to remain on my feet. I felt his hand gripping the bar beside mine as he continued coming in me. Sheer, delicious wonder.

Feeling sated by my powerful climax, I moaned softly and peeled myself off his cock. I turned and leaned my forehead against the shower door, breathing hard as the water continued to cascade over us.

I was ready to dry off and climb into bed to sleep. I soon discovered he had other ideas.

He turned me around and positioned me against the shower door.

I kept my eyes closed, wanting to enjoy the sweet after effects of our first fuck before we both had to face the consequences of having fucked without protection. I also wanted to savor the delight of knowing I was full of his cum.

Even as I told myself I wouldn’t allow this to happen again without protection, he leaned close and kissed me gently.

I parted my lips, eager to have him French kiss me.

He placed his hands on the shower door and leaned into me.

“Oh…yes…yes.”

Crushing my breasts against his chest, he swept his tongue between my lips and into my mouth, deepening the kiss.

Unable to resist the sweet heat rising in my belly and making my pussy ache for his cock again, I ran my hands down his back. Even though his ass was on the flat side, it was nice enough.

I parted his cheeks so I could finger his tight asshole.

“Shit!” He dragged his mouth from mine. Reaching between our bodies, he gripped his cock.

I tensed and then trembled with need.

“Give it to me,” I whispered.

He obliged, pushing the head of his shaft into me.

“Oh…God!” I shuddered. “Give it all to me, lover. “

He obeyed, driving his hard length up into me with one wicked movement.

My belly rippling with pleasure, I tightened my hands on his ass. I ground my hips against his so I could feel every inch of the hot, thick dick fucking me.

He bent his head and sucked the tip of my left breast into his mouth.

I dug my nails into his ass, humping myself on him. “Do it to me,” I encouraged.

As he fucked me, he flicked the rough edge of his tongue around my nipple.

Oh, hell, yeah. I fucked myself on his naked cock. “Oh…God…yes…yes…fuck me, lover. Fuck me hard and fast…fuck me.”

He dragged his mouth from my left breast, which allowed him to feast on my right breast. As he sucked me, he continued sliding in and out of my drenched pussy with hard, short strokes.

Nice. So damned nice. He pushed me to the point of orgasm quickly. I moaned and came all over his thrusting cock.

He came several moments later, jetting his seed deep into me again. Then he leaned against me with his lips brushing my neck.

I stroked my hands over his hair.

He lifted his head.

Feeling totally sated, I opened my eyes. My smile froze as I found myself staring into Jarrod’s brown eyes. Jen’s Jarrod’s brown eyes. His cock was still in me.

“Oh, my God!” I jerked away from him. “What are you doing?”

He jerked me back against him, cupping his hands over my ass. “What does it feel like I’m doing? I’m about to fuck you again.”

“No! We can’t!”

“Of course we can.” Smiling down at me, he reached between our bodies to brush his finger against my clit and wet slit.

“Oh…please…no.”

“Once more won’t matter,” he said and thrust his cock back into me.

“No!” I tried to pull away but he held me close and fucked me hard and deep with such heat and passion that my thighs shook. Before I could stop myself, I was clutching him close and was soon fucking him back. If Jen couldn’t keep him happy, then I would.

I squeezed my pussy around him until he groaned and came. Then I held him close, stroking my hands over his back and ass.

He kissed my neck and finally pulled out of me. “What the hell are we going to do about Jen?”

I sat up abruptly, my cheeks burning with heat and guilt. I glanced wildly around. I was still outside sitting on the porch swing. My heart pounded and I was wet. I took a slow, deep breath. Oh, God. This was not going to work. I had to get back to L.A. or at least out from under the same roof with Jarrod before I did something completely unforgivable.

I rose and hurried back into the house. Rushing up to the guest room, I lay tossing in bed for what felt like hours before I finally fell asleep, only to dream about Jarrod and I fucking like bunnies on the kitchen counter over and over until Jen walked in and caught us—just as he pulled out of me.

Feeling betrayed by my thoughts, I got out of bed, took a cool shower and then sat in the chair by the window until I started nodding. Only then did I climb back into bed. Oh, God, please don’t let me have anymore erotic dreams of Jarrod. Please.