Authors: Ashley Ladd
Bon Appétit (2 page)
Cold chills ran down Demi’s spine. It was tough enough tasting so many words when foul customers ran off with diarrhoea of the mouth. The conversation yesterday had left a nasty aftertaste of asparagus, broccoli and tuna in her mouth. Just thinking about it now, her indigestion multiplied tenfold.
Lisa tapped Demi’s foot with hers. A naughty glint flashed through her eyes. “Forget about your crappy job. What about your love life? We spilled. Your turn.”
Demi gulped and as all eyes at the table turned on her expectantly, her blood froze in her veins. Flavours good and bad poured into her mouth, overwhelming her. Sweet apples, mint chocolate chip ice cream, milk chocolate and caramel but also gasoline, burnt bagels and sawdust. If she threw up on them it would be their fault. But then, she’d never revealed to any of them her secret of being a synaesthete.
When she was a kid, those she’d told about her condition looked at her as if she were a leper and had backed away as if she were infectious with a dreaded disease. Since then, she’d only shared her sixth sense with Alex and her sister, Maggie.
“We don’t bite,” Cassandra said. Then in a conspiratorial aside, she added with a wicked grin, “Well, not too hard.”
The others chuckled. Lisa and Cassandra did a high five while Veronica rocked back on her chair.
Demi panicked. She’d have to lie. But the word ‘lie’ triggered the flavour of dog poop in her mouth, just about the worst flavour in her pantry. Still, grossed out as she felt, she couldn’t expose her husband and embarrass him. “We did it all night last night, and he was absolutely, positively terrific.” To back up her words, she faked a yawn and stretched. “He’s an insatiable tiger, and I’m a zombie today and about to fall asleep on my plate.”
Veronica blinked. “Is that all? Details! We need to know more, woman. Dish!”
Demi’s throat grew dry and words stuck in her throat. She felt trapped and didn’t know which way to turn. Her glance strayed to the neighbouring patrons and she gulped. Even if she had something exciting to share, she wasn’t sure she could blurt it out here. “We had lots and lots of hot vanilla sex. I’m sure you’d be bored by our love life. It’s tame compared to yours.”
Veronica nodded then patted her belly, and her lips turned up like a cat’s. “I want all of you to know I used Simon’s hot cock to very good use. We’re pregnant! I’m due in six and a half months.”
Everybody squealed and clapped. Then Cassandra smiled slyly and added, “Me, too! I’m three months along.” She pouted. “I don’t know how much longer I can wear my leather. Especially if I have twins or triplets. They run rampant in my family.”
Lisa ran the pad of her finger around the rim of her glass then looked up, her eyes brimming over with giddiness. “Me, too.”
Veronica squinted at her. “Is it your husband’s or your other lover’s?”
Demi bit back a gasp but stared, fascinated.
Lisa shrugged prettily. “I don’t know. Could be either. The three of us are cool with whatever happens. Reid will be the daddy either way.”
Demi couldn’t believe her ears. She’d known her friends were decadent, but not to this extent.
All eyes at the table turned to her. Veronica leaned closer. “Well, Demi. What about you? Tick, tock. You’re the oldest one at this table. It’s your turn.”
Reeling, Demi’s jaw dropped. Her pregnant? She wished, but how? Unable to deal with this line of questioning which was worse than the last, she bolted out of her chair so fast it clanged to the floor. “No. We’re not expecting. I have to go. I’ll call you later.”
Demi shot out of the restaurant, weaving through the crowded tables, ducking under a huge tray laden with drinks and dodging people backing up without looking where they were going all the while trying to catch her breath. She fished around in the bottom of her purse for her breath mints. This awful taste in her mouth was going to make her puke if she didn’t get rid of it fast.
Thankfully, she found the pack and shook several into her mouth. When the minty flavour burst into her mouth, she sighed in relief. She didn’t know how long she could go on like this without breaking down and doing something worse than bolting from her friends without explanation.
Chapter Two
Later that night Demi soaked in her tub. Unable to get the visions of two big cocks fucking her out of her mind or the taste of milk chocolate and caramel out of her mouth, she soaped her body with a rich lather, then slid her favourite dildo in and out of her pussy. She wondered how it would taste to have a second cock drive into her at the same time. A real cock made of flesh and blood, not this lousy plastic thing.
She couldn’t believe Lisa, not knowing which lover’s baby she carried, allowing the possibility of getting herself impregnated by someone not her husband. It shocked her more than Reid taking another man as a lover.
And yet, at the same time it was titillating. Two loaded cocks had fucked her friend and she’d played Russian Roulette.
The door opened and Alex came in and knelt on the floor beside her. His normal slate grey eyes turned to a blue darker than the midnight ocean as he watched. He knew better than to speak and inordinately put a bad taste into her mouth while she was having sex, even when she was just pleasuring herself. But he leant over and cupped her breast with his large hand. Then he kneaded her nipple making it bead into a small peak.
His other hand rubbed her belly in circles as he moved lower and lower. Soon his fingers wound through her curly mound of hair. Then his thumb found her clit and massaged it.
On sensory overload, she bucked against his hand. Her backside thumped into the hard surface of the tub but she didn’t care. The taste of milk chocolate and caramel exploded in her mouth and she moaned.
When her writhing settled and she slid the dildo out of her pussy, Alex smiled at her and tilted his head in the direction of their bedroom. “Hey, beautiful. What do you say we move this to the bedroom? My old knees can’t take much more of this hard floor.”
Yearning to crawl into bed with her sexy hubby, she nodded. However, she gave his covered cock a glare and immediately the flavour of milk chocolate and caramel filled her mouth. “You get to look at my naked bod. I’d like a little eye candy, too. Take those off.”
Adoration mixed with something wicked in his eyes, and he let a small silence spin out before stepping out of his pants and baring his body.
For the billionth time she prayed she’d see his cock hard and standing straight out like it used to. He’d had the most gorgeous cock of any man she’d ever met. The longest and thickest, too. She’d been amazed she’d been able to take it all in, but she had and she’d loved every second of their lovemaking. But his cock, while not unaffected and small, was still limp. There was no way it would slide in, much less stay inside her.
She tamped down her disappointment and fit her hand into his. She reminded herself that love and marriage, even romance, wasn’t all about sex. That lovemaking could be complete without a hard penis.
Only she felt hollow inside when she thought about it. Especially when she thought about Cassandra flinging a whip across Henry, making his cock hard and hot. Or when she visualised Lisa, Reid and Logan getting it on under the moonlight on some remote and romantic Caribbean beach.
She didn’t want to live the rest of her life without being fucked again, without feeling a big, creamy cock plunging into her pussy. But she didn’t want to lose Alex, either. He was her life.
So what was she to do?
She crawled onto the bed first, lay back and held out her arms to him, craving his kiss. Just thinking about it, filled her mouth with the flavour of cherry lollipops. His kisses were the best and sent her shooting into space.
They kissed long and she savoured his taste mingling with that of the sucker. She moulded her body against his and rubbed wantonly against him. She cursed the diabetes for doing this to them, for cheating them out of so much.
When their lips parted, she asked breathily against his, “Have you asked your doctor again about taking medicine so we can, uh…”
She chickened out of adding the last word when sadness flickered in his eyes, and he rolled onto his back away from her taking his warmth with him. The word ‘medicine’ tasted like applesauce mixed with ammonia, and she quickly made herself think about his cock to drive the horrible taste out of her mouth.
He stared at the ceiling so long she didn’t think he was going to answer. “I’m going to see him this week. I’ll see what he says.”
In the past his doctor had always said his health had to improve before he could risk taking a Viagra type pill. Supposedly, it could cause severe health problems up to and including a heart attack. Being fucked wasn’t worth losing the love of her life.
Still…
Neither did she want to live the next forty or fifty years without knowing his cock.
Was she a bitch for wanting what every woman craved? She didn’t think so. But short of cheating or divorcing him, what could she do? She was out of options.
Lisa’s ménage titillated her. How had her friend convinced her husband to agree to it without killing her? Or had it been Reid’s idea? She made a mental note to question the other woman.
She tried to get the picture out of her mind, but as Alex rolled back and licked her all over, she fantasised they had a third lover, one with a hard, feverish cock. She didn’t know if she could take it, however, if Alex turned out to be gay, if he also wanted a big cock fucking him. But would it be fair for her to get all the action and Alex none?
* * * *
Love for his wife filled Alex. Demi was hotter, more beautiful now than the day he’d married her. He was the luckiest bastard alive that she stayed with him despite his disability. He hoped his erectile dysfunction wouldn’t be permanent, but the longer he was impotent, the more his hope drained.
God, but he longed to fuck this woman, to make her swoon. And he knew she yearned for his cock to be back to normal, to fuck her senseless, too. She’d come close to saying it so many times. He’d read it in her expressive eyes.
He’d hoped she’d enjoy the vibrator he’d bought for her birthday, but it seemed to leave her cold. She writhed and moaned when he ate her pussy, when he played with her clit and slid his tongue into her vagina, but not as much as when his cock was up there.
He blamed himself for getting so out of shape, for letting his diabetes get the better of him. For so long he’d blamed the doctors and the medicine, had expected them to cure him. Now he was paying attention to his diet, exercising and taking better care of himself. At forty-five, he shouldn’t be some old fart that was falling apart.
Brad Pitt was his age and still making babies with Angelina. But Alex couldn’t get it up. He couldn’t put a baby into his wife’s belly. He’d thought they had plenty of time to start a family. Hell, she was still in her early thirties.
He vowed to push his doctor to give him the magic pill when he saw him this week. He had to do it for Demi, although he longed to fuck her, too. First and foremost, he wanted to pleasure her, to make her happy. He didn’t want to lose her and he was getting scared. She was a gorgeous woman, and he’d seen many men eyeing her when they thought he wasn’t looking. Fortunately, he’d not caught her looking back. That would be his death.
He knew she felt safe with him. He knew her closely guarded secret. He understood her, things her parents didn’t understand. Still, he couldn’t expect her to be satisfied with half a sex life forever. Would he be if the roles were reversed?
He loved her flavour especially after she’d bathed in strawberry-scented bubble bath and washed with melon-cucumber shower gel. At the same time he was glad he didn’t suffer with her synaesthesia. It would drive him crazy.
Greedy to drink of her, eager to make her come and feel her writhe wantonly against him, he lapped at her pussy lips and dipped his fingers into her and worked them around. When she finally came, he drank his fill, holding her pussy captive even as she begged for mercy. He wasn’t going to let her get away so easily. He was still the man here and he was in charge.
When she flopped back onto the bed and sighed, he smiled. One way or another, he’d made her come hard and long. Tremors shook their bed. Their sheets were wet and slick with her juices and the musky smell not only filled his senses but overloaded them. Her tsunami had carried him away with her and now it was his turn to feel her lips, her tongue all over him, pleasuring him.
He gave her a couple of moments to rest and was just getting ready to ask her to lick him when she rolled over and buried her head between his legs. Her soft hands felt heavenly caressing his cock, testing the weight of his balls in her palms. When her nails lightly scraped the delicate flesh, it was his turn to wantonly moan and writhe.
Her lips felt even more wonderful and he soared to the stratosphere. He didn’t understand how he could feel so good and not be hard enough to drive inside and fuck her. He couldn’t wait to take the medicine, to be himself again, to gratify her the way she deserved to be pleasured.
“How do you feel?” she asked.
He knew better than to use the word ‘good’ with her. He didn’t like thinking of himself as lacklustre canned corn, and he didn’t want to put that taste in her mouth. He much preferred being likened to mint chocolate chip ice cream. “Awesome.”
“Are you ready to come?”
“Almost.” He swivelled his hips and fucked her mouth hard.
He loved it when she closed her lips over his cock and took him deep him her mouth. When she took his length into the back of her throat, it felt almost as good as her pussy. It was moist and soft, warm. If only it was as tight…
Soon, he promised himself. He’d fuck her so long, so hard, she wouldn’t know what hit her. He’d rock her world, and she’d forget all these times when he’d only been able to give her oral sex.
This time, she kept her mouth over his cock longer, harder than ever before. She played with his balls and set him on fire. The flames shot so high, so hot, he came in her mouth. To his delight, she milked his cock and greedily swallowed everything he offered.