Happily Ever Afterlife (4 page)

She had to admit, it was thrilling to watch, if not exactly titillating. It wasn’t like she could become aroused or anything, but she couldn’t help silently cheering Michael on, almost willing him to make his next move, follow her script.

“You like straight porn?” Tessa teased, but Saylor just shrugged.

“Not like I can flip over to the gay channel.”

Michael removed Lia’s bra and she yanked at his shirt, pulling it from inside his pants, her fingers flying to work the buttons. When she fumbled too long, Michael’s hand joined in until they’d opened the front and she could pull it down his shoulders. She took a moment to smooth her hands over his muscled chest, but her destination was the button of his jeans.

Before she could get his zipper down, Michael was on his knees, pulling her lacy black thong down her legs. He bathed her navel with his tongue and tapped at her knees until she stepped out of the panties and scooched her legs apart.

Leaning back on his knees, Michael gazed up at Lia and slid one long finger between her folds. Tessa remembered what that easy glide of his touch along her slit felt like. She closed her eyes and hissed, “Yes.”

Saylor eyed her skeptically. “What?” she asked. “Not like I’ve just blocked out how it felt.”

“Describe it to me. How did it feel?”

“It was pure heaven. All those little nerves coming to life with his gentle touch. He’d barely graze over my clit, but that’s all it took to have me begging for more. With each slow pass, the tingles would grow stronger, and I could feel myself getting wetter.”

Saylor nodded to the couple. “Looks like it’s working on her.” The moisture on Michael’s fingers glinted in the dim light coming from the stove. He hooked her leg over his shoulder and parted her lips with his fingertips.

“Oh God, here it comes,” Tessa squealed.

“Here what comes? His tongue?”

“This was always my favorite part.” She sighed, wishing she could be in Lia’s place. She felt a shiver as Michael’s tongue slid through Lia’s slit, parting her lips in its wake. Lia moaned and clutched at Michael’s hair.

“Yeeees!” Lia took the words right out of Tessa’s mouth. “Oh God, Michael!”

Slurping and sucking sounds filled the room, and Tessa and Saylor watched in fascination as Michael devoured Lia. Her hips rocked into his face when Michael slid first one, and then a second finger inside her.

“This is where he goes for the G-spot,” Tessa said. “He’ll work that with his fingertips and suck her clit until she comes apart.”

“So it’s not just thrusting fingers?” Saylor asked.

She shook her head. “Thrusting fingers are good, as long as they’re hitting the right spot. Massage is faster, though, and fairly idiot-proof.”

“Hmm, never really wondered what a vagina would feel like, but I have to admit, now I’m a little curious.”

Soon, Lia was writhing against the wall, gasping, her entire body shaking in the throes of orgasm. Michael doubled his efforts, his mouth latching onto her clit and sucking hard until he had Lia screaming in ecstasy.

“Damn,” Saylor said. “Is she for real? She sounds like she’s auditioning for a porno.”

Tessa didn’t doubt her enthusiasm. She’d nearly felt the climax herself. “That was real.”

Michael pulled away and stood. “Where’s your bed?”

With unsteady steps, Lia led Michael to her bedroom. Tessa and Saylor followed close behind.

Stopping at the threshold, Tessa had a thought. “Do you suppose when we were alive and having sex with our partners, we had a ghostly audience?”

“Shhh! You’re missing it,” Saylor hissed.

Tessa came to stand beside him just as Lia groaned, “God yes, I
do
want you to fuck my face.”

“You wanna shove my dick down your throat?”

“Yessss.” She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands shoving into the back of Michael pants and underwear, grazing along his ass as she worked them down his hips.

And suddenly, there he was, all nine, thick inches of Michael’s glorious cock.

“Did I already mention what a lucky girl you were?” Saylor asked with a wistful gleam in his eye.

Tessa could only nod, wishing she were stronger than to lament the loss that penis more than the loss of her life right now.

Lia gasped. “Damn. Nice dick.”

“You still want me to shove it down your throat?”

Giggling, Lia teased the tip before tracing her tongue around the purple, swollen head. Michael hissed in a deep breath and threaded his fingers through her long hair, pulling it away from her face.

She teased him with her tongue from tip to root, slowing to suck on his testicles before making her way back to his head. Michael grunted in pleasure when she took him deep in her throat. He held her in place for a moment, her lips wrapped around the base of his cock, the muffled
glug, glug
sounds of her swallowing to fight her gag reflex not quite loud enough to drown out Michael’s moan. When he released her, she drew back and gasped for breath before taking him all the way again.

“Ah, fuck, baby, that’s so good.” He clung to either side of her head and thrust into her mouth. “Yeah, fuck me with those pretty lips.”

“You know,” Tessa said, “he wasn’t much of a dirty talker with me, but I can see how it would be a turn on.”

Saylor nodded, eyes fixed on the blow job. “Smutty talk during sex is hot. I loved it.”

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” Michael gasped.

Lia backed away and jacked him off until his spunk shot out, pelting her breasts and neck.

“She can take him that deep, but she can’t swallow?” Tessa wondered aloud.

“Everybody has their limits.”

Spotting a box of tissue beside her bed, Michael pulled several loose and wiped the semen from Lia’s chest. After shoving his pants off, he asked, “Do you have condoms?”

“Yeah.” Lia leaned over and opened the drawer on her nightstand. Michael fished around in the drawer for a minute before holding up a pair of handcuffs.

“You have the key for these?”

She giggled. “They’d be pretty useless if I didn’t.”

He left them sitting atop the stand and bit his lip. “We’ll keep these handy,” he said with a grin. “And this.” He pulled out a vibrator and set it next to the cuffs.

“You weren’t kidding. Looks like he’s planning to go all night.” Saylor motioned toward Michael’s still-hard dick, “And he’s still raring to go.”

“Just getting started.”

Michael coaxed Lia up the bed, until her head found the pillow. He held himself above her and took her lips in a slow, deep kiss. When he finally pulled away, Lia was panting in need. But Tessa knew Michael would make her wait, torture her forever before he would let her come again.

“This part drove me nuts,” Tessa said as Michael nipped at Lia’s nipple. “Slow-mo man.” But rather than work his way down her body a millimeter at a time as Tessa expected, he returned to her mouth and pressed his fingers between Lia’s legs, sliding them inside and pounding relentlessly until Lia spread her legs wide and began pumping her hips.

“Gonna fuck you so hard,” Michael promised, reaching for the condom.

Saylor arched a brow at Tessa, but she had no way to explain the deviation from Michael’s routine, so she just shrugged.

“Yes,” Lia drawled. “Give it to me.”

With no more foreplay, Michael drove between her thighs and they both cried out. The two became a tumble of thrusting hips and grasping hands, the sound of slapping flesh echoing off the bare walls of Lia’s bedroom.

Saylor stifled a yawn. “This just went from an Academy Award winner to a B movie. Is it too late to get a refund?”

When it sounded like Lia was just on the verge of orgasm, Michael pulled out. “Roll over,” he said, lifting on Lia’s hip. She obligingly flipped to her stomach and he reached for the handcuffs. “Will you let me tie you to the bed?”

Her voice muffled by the pillow, Lia said, “As long as you’ll get that cock back inside me, you can do whatever you want.”

After weaving the cuffs through the slots of the headboard and locking Lia’s wrists, Michael leaned over and shuffled items in the nightstand drawer. He came back with a tube of lube in his hand.

“Please,” Lia begged, peeking around to see what he was doing.

He coated his fingers with lube and patted her ass with his other hand. “Knees up.” She obeyed, pulling her knees up a bit until her ass was in the air.

“What the hell is he doing?” Tessa asked. “She’s already wet, I’m sure. What does he need lube for?”

Saylor hunched over laughing, slapping his thigh. Tears dripped down his cheeks when he stood back up. “Princess – I will love you forever if you tell me you’re serious right now.”

“I’m dead serious, pardon the pun.” Was that a pun, or just tacky wording? “Is it one of those warming lubes?”

She tried not to flinch when Saylor grabbed her head and bent to kiss her forehead. “You are just too cute.”

Michael answered her question, though, when he asked Lia, “You ready to take me up your ass?”

Tessa gasped. Wasn’t that a little extreme first date behavior? She and Michael dated for a year before he coaxed her to try anal sex.

“Yes, but be gentle. I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you, but you’re kind of big.”

Michael chuckled, spreading her cheeks wide and pressing against her rosette with his finger. “I’ll go slow.”

Tessa turned away, ignoring Lia’s groans. “That’s enough. I can’t watch any more of this.”

“Ah, come on, Princess. We’re finally getting to the good stuff.”

She spun back around. “The good stuff? It’s their first time together, Saylor, and he’s acting like they’ve been sleeping together for years.” Maybe she was being unreasonable, but she didn’t care. Watching any longer would just be painful, so she stomped her foot and said, “Now! Let’s go.”

“Fine, fine. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

And then it was daylight and they were back in her apartment. Michael sat on the couch alone, his laptop resting on his knees. Seeing his drooping shoulders, Tessa could tell the energy that lifted him the day before was now gone. Maybe too much sex pushed it away.

When she heard the sound of her own voice, she came up behind the couch to look over his shoulder. Michael watched a video of the two of them at his mom’s house on Christmas day. She’d cried when she opened the memento book Michael made for her and wrapped so beautifully. That same book now sat beside him as he watched their last Christmas together.

The video ended and Michael minimized the screen, revealing Tessa’s open Facebook page. The last post was nearly a year old – the news of her death with a link to her obituary. The damn thing had over a thousand likes. How come that many people didn’t like her posts when she was alive?

He clicked over to look through her photos and stopped at the one he had a copy of, framed, on his desk. His shoulders rose and fell on a deep sigh.

“Looks like we can’t call last night a success,” Saylor said as Michael tossed his empty beer can to join the others on the floor. Beside him sat one solitary can, the plastic ring of a six pack wilted at its neck. Michael yanked it free and popped the top, his attention returning to her photo once more.

“Baby steps,” Saylor said. “Maybe Lia just wasn’t
the one
, but at least we know he’s open to the idea, now.”

“Yeah, maybe.” She reached out to sift her fingers through Michael’s hair, but Saylor slapped her hand away.

“Don’t.”

Finishing the last beer and closing the laptop, Michael sat in silence, staring at his hands. The apartment grew dark, but he didn’t move.

“This is depressing as hell,” Saylor said, snapping his fingers.

Morning light flooded the room, but still Michael sat on the couch, his clothes unchanged from the day before.

“Come on, Michael,” Tessa pleaded. “Get up. Take a shower. Do something!”

Michael sighed, his eyes blinking rapidly as though fighting tears.

“Tell him to call Lia,” Saylor suggested.

Leaning over the back of the couch, Tessa came as close as she dared to his ear. She gathered herself and in a strong voice, she said, “Michael, call Lia. Do it right now. Call her.”

He didn’t. Instead he fell into a mini-coma right on the couch. It was hours before he got up and stumbled into the shower. Tessa’s hopes bloomed when he finally picked up the phone, but it was only to order take-out.

The next day, he did call, though. He waited until he was at work and asked her to meet him for dinner and it sounded like she agreed. But Tessa had no doubt she would – a girl didn’t do all that with a guy on a date only to refuse date number two.

Michael spent almost no time at all getting ready for this date. He merely changed from his work clothes into jeans and a t-shirt and headed out the door. Lia was already waiting for him at a restaurant not far from his apartment. The smile on her face when she saw Michael told Tessa that she’d probably been anxious for his call.

As though on cue, Lia said, “I’m so glad you called,” when Michael scooted into his seat at the busy restaurant.