Bon Appétit (3 page)

He pumped all he had into her as a kaleidoscope of colour flashed before his eyes, as his cock flexed.

When she slid her mouth off his shaft, he missed her warmth and shivered as the AC wafted over his wet skin. He held out his arms, eager to be wrapped in her warmth, and murmured, “Come here.”

Immediately, Demi crawled into his arms and snuggled against his heart, right where she belonged. Her naked breasts felt amazing pressed to his chest. Her nipples tickled him and made him grin. He loved this woman with all his heart and couldn’t imagine living without her.

He longed to make her happy and feared he’d fallen short again. He nibbled her ear and licked it, inhaling her angelic aroma. In a husky voice he whispered, “Do you have any fantasies you’d like us to play out?”

She squirmed against him and mumbled something so low he couldn’t catch her words. Was she being shy with him, her soul mate?

“What was that?” he asked.

She craned her neck and gazed at his face. Something smoky and erotic smouldered in her bluish-green eyes that reminded him of the canals at dusk. “You could tie me to the bed and have your wicked way with me, like Veronica’s husband does to her. Or I could whip you, like Cassandra whips her man.”

He couldn’t hold back the chuckles. He couldn’t see Cassandra or Demi as a dom. He slid his finger under his lover’s chin and held her gaze. “Do you want to whip me? Or maybe spank me?”

Demi laughed, a sound that tinkled like the angels, a sound he longed to hear every day for the rest of his life. “I’d rather you spank me. I’d prefer to have my man dominate me, to take charge and have his wicked way with me.” She veiled her lashes coyly, then shot a questioning look into his very core. “You’re not a submissive, are you? How would two submissives do BDSM?”

He was definitely a Dom even if his wayward body wasn’t cooperating. Still, he wasn’t sure he could do anything to harm the love of his life. So maybe he wasn’t. But he definitely wasn’t a submissive, either. “I don’t know…”

She tilted her chin higher. “You don’t know?”

The little minx was twisting his words, but he loved her playfulness. It was the first thing that had caught his attention. He clucked his tongue. “I don’t know about whipping you. Don’t worry, baby. I’m not a submissive.”

Her smile radiating over her face made him catch his breath. He could look at her the rest of his life and never get his fill of her beauty. He was the luckiest man on earth.

“Lisa and Reid are taking a…” She bit her lip and heat crawled up her throat and into her cheeks. She looked away.

She was positively glowing pink. He wondered why. “Go on.”

Her eyes grew darker and she shook her head.

Why wouldn’t she voice what was on the tip of her tongue? “Now I’m curious. Is it that bad?”

She stayed silent so long he didn’t think she’d respond. Just as he was about to give up and get up, she mumbled against his chest, “They’re taking their lover with them to an exotic paradise vacation. They’re going to have a ménage a trois.”

Shock coursed through him. He couldn’t be more surprised if his mother had told him she’d had sex with a green alien. Well, maybe…

“Man or woman?” An idea started to hit him, then he pulled back. Was Demi having the same idea? Is that why she’d been hesitant to voice her thoughts?

“A man. His name is Logan. Lisa went on at lunch about having two big cocks fucking her, about being worshipped by two big hunks. I was so embarrassed for the poor kid who was waiting on us. I’ve never seen anybody get so red.”

He had to know how she really felt about her friend’s wanton tryst with two men. He pinned her with his gaze and wasn’t about to let her squirm out of answering him. “What did you taste when she said all that?”

“What?” Fear lit her eyes as if she was trapped.

“What did you taste?” He had to know.

She stayed silent for several more minutes. Finally, she veiled her eyes and murmured under her breath, “Milk chocolate with caramel.”

He had his answer. She loved milk chocolate with caramel. She loved the idea of having two big cocks fuck her.

He was turned on thinking about watching her being fucked, to see her sweat slicked curves writhing, to see a cock pump in and out of her delicious pussy, to hear her moaning and see her eyes glaze over with ecstasy. But could he share her? Could he risk losing her? What if she fell in love with the other lover? What if the other guy got her pregnant?

Something else he dreaded but had to know teetered on his lips. Finally, he blurted the words out. “What did you say when it was your turn to talk?”

Demi’s lashes swept low over her eyes but not before he caught a flash of pain and embarrassment. She stayed silent so long, he thought she wouldn’t answer. Finally, she murmured, “What could I say? I told them you’re an insatiable tiger in bed, that we did
it
all night. And then they all bragged about being pregnant. Lisa doesn’t know which one of her lovers is the daddy. And she doesn’t care.”

He crushed her to him and promised himself he wouldn’t keep disappointing this precious woman. It wasn’t only the sex. They wanted their own family, too.

Hell, he wasn’t going to wait three more days to see the damned doctor! He was going to march into the office first thing Monday morning and demand that magic pill to make him hard. Four hours wouldn’t be enough for what he planned!

* * * *

Two nights later after Alex had visited his doctor, he ordered Demi’s favourite Chinese dish, lit thirty candles in their bedroom, put new Egyptian cotton sheets on their bed, turned on a CD with her favourite romantic songs and sprinkled rose petals on the floor from the front door all the way to their bed. He had a porn movie in the DVD player in their bedroom set to play as soon as they settled against their pillows.

He’d bought a new see-through teddy with a slit in the diaphanous panties for her and himself a matching thong. She called as she was leaving work, and he popped his magic pill. His doctor hadn’t been sure if he’d wanted to give it to him, that he was healthy enough to handle it, but Alex had pressured him. He had to take the chance. His marriage deserved it.

He’d left a note with the teddy just inside the front door telling Demi to change downstairs and join him ASAP. To get himself deeper in the mood, he turned on the movie, spread out on the bed, and masturbated. He wanted to be so turned on, so hot, his cock would grow turgid and be ready to drive into her. He was going to fuck her until he couldn’t fuck any longer. He was going to make a baby with her. They would be so sated she’d forget all about his earlier short comings. He’d drive all thoughts of another lover out of her mind forever.
 
He kicked himself for not trying harder before, using visual aids or tools like ropes, whips and chains.

It felt like an eternity until he heard the door open and Demi’s footsteps on the parquet floor of the front hallway. He returned the movie to the beginning and put it on pause. Then he moved the food off the bed and draped himself sexily across the mattress and waited for his lover. He didn’t bother to put his thong back on, afraid his cock would grow limp again.

Finally Demi sashayed into the bedroom, her breasts beautiful under the see-through red gauze of the camisole, her pussy dark and calling to him to fuck her. With great effort he dragged his gaze to her full, kissable lips.

He chanced a glance at her eyes, stealing himself in case he saw apprehension or doubt clouding them. Even hope sometimes made him feel like a failure and less of a man. When he didn’t detect anything adverse, he swallowed the sigh that had been hovering on his lips.

He stroked his cock and gave her a crooked smile he hoped looked sexy. “Come here, baby. I’ve got a special present for you.”

Her gaze devoured his cock and a hungry, starved look dwelt in her eyes. Passion pushed out the other emotions playing over her face, and the tip of her pink tongue ran around the edges of her lips. “You saw the doctor? You got it?”

He didn’t have to ask what ‘it’ was. He could read her mind. They were in sync, he and his lover. So he nodded and crooked his finger to her. “I think you’ll like it very much. What are you waiting for?”

A cocky grin split her glowing face, and she crawled onto the end of the bed. On her hands and knees, her beautiful breasts hung low and swung provocatively as she climbed up to him. Her cute ass wiggled, making him even hornier if that was possible.

She straddled his legs and poised her pussy over his cock. She lowered herself just enough to rub her pussy over the tip of his shaft. Then she lowered her lips and kissed him soulfully, lingering there until he crushed her to him, moulding her breasts to his chest.

In another situation, he would welcome her impaling herself on his cock, riding him like a bronco rider in a rodeo. He loved to feel her buck on his shaft, to watch her breasts bounce up and down in front of his eyes, to drink in the ecstasy on her face. But he wasn’t sure of the pills, even as hard as he felt, and he wanted to be on top first, in charge, fucking her. He had something to prove to her and to himself.

So he curled his arms around her waist, dragged her to him and rolled her onto her back. Then he kneed her legs apart, fit himself between and drove his cock inside. He prayed it would slide in, that it wouldn’t buckle or bend as it had so many times before.

To his dismay and disgust, it bowed. It curved and wouldn’t go inside. It slid between her buttocks and tried to fuck the damned bed. “Damnit! It won’t even work with the medicine.”

Furious at himself, at the universe, at the lousy doctors and most of all at the diabetes, he climbed off her and flung himself onto his back on his side of the bed.
 
What kind of man was he? Did he still have the right to call himself a man? He couldn’t satisfy his wife and he couldn’t give her a family.

He rubbed his forehead and stared at the ceiling. What was he going to do now? Worse, what was Demi going to do?

He was afraid to look at his wife, afraid he’d see pity or disappointment in her lovely eyes, and he couldn’t stomach either right now. He just wanted to crawl into an abyss and forget himself for as long as possible.

He mumbled, “I’m sorry. I thought the pills would work.”

Demi closed the gap between them and stroked his hair from his forehead. She trailed her lips down his jaw to his lips. “It will. You’re getting better daily. Don’t push yourself.”

He chanced a glance into her eyes and was relieved when all he read was adoration. How she could love and adore a crippled man, he didn’t know, but he did know he was blessed with a gem, not that he deserved her.
 
He vowed again to make her happy any way he could, even if it meant sharing their bed with another man. He couldn’t deny such a healthy, beautiful enchantress the lovemaking she deserved.
 
He’d do anything for the love of his life.

Chapter Three

"You better shut your mouth or I'm gonna fuck it.”

Alex’s heart dropped when he heard the unfamiliar male voice seeping down the stairs from the direction of his bedroom. Had his worst fears come true? Was Demi taking another man to their bed?

Feminine laughter, low and sultry, punctuated the man’s words.

Anger stormed into his heart. He was going to castrate the dude fucking his wife! Demi was his.

“Suck my cock, baby. Ooh, that feels so damned good! Suck harder!”

Alex’s fists balled and fire blazed under his feet. Ready to kill the jerk, he practically flew up the stairs.

His blood boiled in his veins and his forehead knotted. How could Demi do this to him?

Needing to see his wife and the moron in the act to believe it, he flung open the door not caring that it gouged the wall or shattered a glass picture frame. “What the hell are you doin…?”

To his astonishment, his wife lay on the bed, fully clothed and alone. Yet the man’s voice persisted, reverberating in the space between Alex’s ears. Her brows arched and she regarded him as if he was crazy.

Breathing so hard his chest hurt, Alex’s voice came out in a raspy growl. “Who the hell’s in here? Where is he?”

Then understanding dawned in her eyes, and she burst out laughing and pointed at the TV. “Inside the television. I think one’s name is Hairy Potter. As in
H-A-I-R-Y
. The other is Edward Penishands.”

Feeling like a dunce, Alex whirled around and stared at the television filled with a juicy, pink pussy.
 
Immediately, his cock flexed and his mouth went dry. Then he recognised it. It was one of the pussy pornos he’d rented hoping to get them so hot he’d get a sustainable erection.

He raked his fingers through his hair as heat radiated up his jaw. Riveted to the screen, his gaze took in first one, then two cocks slamming into the pretty woman onscreen. He turned to Demi and watched her wriggling on the bed. Passion shadowed her eyes and glazed her parted lips. The tip of her tongue ran around her lips and she swallowed hard.

Oh yeah. She was mega turned on all right. She wanted those hot, turgid cocks ravaging her.

He ducked under the TV so as not to obstruct her view. He could work with this. This wasn’t the only hot movie he’d rented. He scooped up the others and brought them to her on the bed, holding them out as a gift. “Do you have any plans tonight?”

She wrenched her gaze away from the dirty flick and let it alight on him. “No. Why?”

He joined her on the bed and dropped the movies onto her lap. “Now we do. I’ll order in pizza and we’ll have a naked feast.”

She rolled over and kissed him. Then a smile kinked the corner of her lips and her sooty lashes fluttered at him. “As in we can rub the pizza all over each other and lick it off?”

God, how he loved his naughty minx! “Something like that.”