Strangers with Benefits (Siren Publishing Classic) (13 page)

That was all she wrote, as she tossed her head back in painful looking arc of neck and cried his name to the ceiling in a manner that would have the fifth and sixth floor occupants calling the lobby to complain.

She was a perverse sort and she chanted, “good, good, oh, sweet heavens, so-oo good!”

Den couldn’t resist laughing and he slapped the hell out of her juicy cunt since she asked him so nicely.

When they finished their fuck, he laid back and wheezed for air. He had nothing to give and he hoped the night would be an easy one. There was no way he could chase a perp one block with the little energy he had left.

It was enough to breathe, but that was about it.

The phone went off again and Sidonie laughed weakly.

“Guess that means it’s time to go, huh?”

“Exactly. Want a shower first?”

“Can you control yourself?” She giggled.

“Yes.”

But he was lying.

And they both knew it, too.

When they both stood under the warm water, he soaped her thoroughly, paid special attention to her wrinkled inner folds.

“I think she’s clean enough.” Sidonie gasped.

“I think not. Look.” He lifted his hand, laden with fresh cream from her cunt.

“I’ll never be clean if you keep touching me like that.”

She blew him a kiss, but he wasn’t having that. Not yet, and he bent his head to hers.

When he pulled away, both of them struggled to breathe.

He looked at her. Sidonie was a dangerous woman. He barely wanted to let her go long enough to miss her.

“Go.” He tilted his head toward the door and she licked her lips. “Now, or you’re not going to make it home for dinner tonight.”

She stepped out of the shower, but her expression on exit was hungry and thirsty all at once.

That wench was more than he could handle.

But he sure loved making the attempt.

He slid the lever and took a shower cold enough to make him angry, but not cold enough to rob him of the erection. He hated putting on his uniform with a stiffy. It was awkward as fuck.

They took the elevator together, both of them a bit late. He should have left five minutes ago, but at least he was dressed for roll call.

He went out that night and worked on auto pilot.

When he finally made it home, he passed out and slept like the dead for ten hours straight. Sidonie was the equivalent of kryptonite.

She slayed him every time he got his hands on her.

When he woke up, it was early afternoon, and he wondered if he’d slept for too long to pull off the second fantasy this week altogether.

What movie you going to see

He waited for her to respond, it was faster than he could hope for, but long enough to make him squirm.

I cant remember the name, but it’s the second one of a kids book

He knew exactly what she referred to.

What time

215

Mayfair???

Yep

K message you later with details

K see you later

He jumped out of bed with a surplus of energy. Den only had a half hour to get dressed and meet her at the theater. She didn’t know it just yet, but they were about to have some old fashioned fun in just a little while.

Den knew he needed to buy condoms, but that could wait. He used an app to purchase tickets for a less than popular historical drama that wouldn’t likely see action.

He hot stepped it to the theater, and barely arrived by the time the movie start time of two-thirty. He bought a bucket of popcorn and a soda, along with a box of candy before he took his seat in the back corner of the theater.

He was correct and the room was nearly empty, only five seats in the middle were taken.

Den’s seat was the second to last one and he left the wall seat for Sidonie.

He sent a message to her.

Come to theater 15 back row last seat

He was glad she didn’t turn her phone off as most people would as she responded within fifteen seconds.
Now?

He chuckled, what else would she think he meant?

Yeah, now as opposed to later when Ill have to spank you

Fine.

Yeah, she was a feisty one.

He wasn’t alone for long and before the previews ended, she strolled down the row toward him. Den stood up and let her sidle past. She dropped into the seat and her irritation wafted off her in waves.

He leaned over and whispered, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m with the kids and you know it.” Her tone matched his with a hissed injection of anger.

He shrugged. “They won’t even know you left.”

“You don’t have children, do you?”

“You know I don’t.” And if he did, he sure wouldn’t live one place and they in another.

“They notice everything.”

“Then we better make this quick, huh?”

But she licked her lips and reminded him of why there were there in the first place.

She dropped her hand into the big plastic bucket, but instead of emerging with a wad of popcorn, her fingers danced to the fly of his jeans. Den swallowed and grabbed the soda from the arm rest.

Sidonie unzipped him, the teeth were obnoxious somehow despite her slow handling of the tab. But it still sounded loud to his hearing, as if the metal needed WD-40.

But she kept on, until the placket opened wide and his bare cock flopped out. The erection was so heavy, it wouldn’t even lift upward and fell onto his thigh.

She licked her lips and rubbed her hand over him.

“Do you have any candy?”

He couldn’t understand her for a second there, but then he realized what she wanted and fished the box from his armrest.

“Thank you.” She never stopped stroking him, back and forth, even when she accepted the mint and chocolate candy from his hand.

She tore the top off with her teeth and tilted it back. She ate a good mouthful and leaned over.

“Kiss me.” He had no reason to resist, and met her lips with his.

Her hand tightened and rubbed harder.

He wouldn’t make it to the blow part of the night if she kept it up.

“Eat your popcorn.” She winked.

He did, lifted the bucket and her head descended.

Her mouth was hot and wet, the same as her cunt, but the similarities ended there. Where her cunt was all softness and supple strength, her mouth was series of textures that he’d never thought about when he had gotten a blow job before.

There was a ridge of hard palate she rubbed with the head of his cock, the serpentine swirl of her tongue and the cushy feel of her inner cheeks.

The fellatio made him want to wax poetic. He started to groan, his hips bucked into her wildly and he stuffed his mouth with popcorn. The mass just melted in his mouth as he salivated over the way Sidonie devoured his cock.

Made love to it with her throat.

It wasn’t practiced, but it was so good, he knew that she
savored
him.

And that was when he realized two things.

One, that he must have fucked her quite well. Only a well satisfied woman would work as hard on a blow job as Sidonie was.

And two?

That he could easily fall for her, so long as she was half as nice as this fellatio was.

The latter idea made his knees weak and he was grateful he was seated.

He tried to keep himself from coming, he really, really did. But she made it impossible. There was no delicate way to make her back off, not in the theater.

If they were somewhere secluded, he could pull her right off him and stuff her with his cock until she went cross eyed.

Now? He was the cross-eyed one.

Den tried to remain silent, but when she twirled her tongue around his length in a window washing motion and swallowed, he was toast. He was sucked dry of semen, all of it hungrily taken by her throat.

He nearly choked on the kernels of popcorn and coughed. Everyone looked back at him and he raised a hand in apology.

She kept her head down, rubbed his thigh supportively as he gulped down the soda to clear the burning passage.

She would be the death of him yet.

But she didn’t finish him off and walk away as he imagined she might. Sidonie lifted her head and stretched before she gave him a big grin.

Then she stole his popcorn.

Plus, she still had his candy.

When she walked back out of the theater, he shook his head.

His movie choice sucked as he had no interest in prehistoric hunter-gatherers.

He left the room and sat in the cab of his truck, mind blown, the same way Sidonie had blown his cock.

When Sunday came around, he wondered what he was going to do this week. They still had a long list of items and not a whole lot of time. Not to mention, he had some research to do. In all honesty, he still had no idea what milking was and he needed to figure out if that was even possible.

He’d just assumed that women could only breast feed when they had babies.

As a man, he thought little about the workings of female anatomy. He just appreciated that their bodies were different.

When he went to work, he found himself using his break time to figure out a few things. Namely, what the agenda was for the week. Den had chosen two more fantasies, but that was due to their simplicity to accomplish.

He didn’t have spare cash for plane tickets just yet, so the mile high club was out.

But he could call the farm to see if they had booked any lessons for Apple or Jack on Friday night. He just needed to see if she would be free the evening he needed her to be.

This week’s schedule was an odd one as his days off were in the middle of the week.

What is your schedule like this week

She responded a few minutes later with,
always super busy but ill make time

Whats Friday night look like

Actually, the kids are sleeping over at their friends houses

Perfect, he thought.

Want to sleep over at my place ;)

Okay, but I have to leave by noon on sat

That’s fine

It would have to do.

He was so busy the rest of the week he barely had time to get the plans in order, but he made it happen.

For some reason, he was willing to cut into every spare second he had for this woman. Den hadn’t felt so alive in years. She brought something interesting out of him.

But the week flew by, mainly because the beat was busy and he was drop dead tired, face first into the pillow exhausted.

He had to work Saturday, but since she was leaving at noon, he would have enough time to enjoy her.

When Friday morning came around, he sent her a message.

You ready

With bells on

That sounded promising. He could imagine her as his personal harem girl with scarves to blur her skin and bells that chimed with every movement.

He needed to make another list with her when this one was finished. Den wondered if she would be game for it though.

What time do they go to the slumber party

Leaving early drop them off at 4

Pack a bag for the night and ill be there at 5

He knew that would be cutting it close, but he could wait if he had to.

K

BTW dress casual jeans and tennis shoes
, he added just to be on the safe side.

He spent the rest of the day cleaning his place. Den wasn’t a slob per se, but he wasn’t the cleanest person, either. There were left over dishes that he hadn’t washed in a few days, those were tossed in the dishwasher.

He vacuumed his carpet and washed his sheets. But when it came time to put them on, he thought about the last woman that had slept on them and decided to break open a pack he had been given as a housewarming gift instead.

One of the bigger chores was his laundry. He had a dresser, but tended not to use it. He would get far enough to make sure that the clothes were clean, even folded, but he hated putting them away for some reason.

That, of course, meant he would have to dig through baskets and hampers to find underwear, but his system worked and he wasn’t going to knock it.

Heck, he hadn’t put the clothes away since he’d broken up with his ex. He’d only done it before as she was really OCD and couldn’t stand things out of place.

He’d even had to get rid of a rug as she obsessed over the fringe placement so much when she came to visit. He had a few of those girly pillows, secreted away in an ottoman with his throw blankets for lazy days, that were made to look good but not lay on and he tossed those in a haphazard fashion on the sofa.

They wouldn’t be coming back immediately, but he wanted everything in place when they did.