Day, Xondra - Our Dirty Little Secret (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (14 page)

She pushed against his face, burying him with her pussy, moaning and writhing as she did so.

His cock, now ready to burst with the sheer lust of the scene they were playing out, needed satisfaction. He didn
’
t dare jack his cock. If he did, most likely he
’
d come in less than five minutes.

To his left he spotted a bottle of shampoo. The cap was rounded, the bottle narrow. He grabbed it, and when Ann turned to see what he was doing, he winked.

“
What do you think you
’
re doing with that?
”
she asked, her eyes questioning him.

He pressed the cap to her pussy, and her eyes went wide.

“
That
…
feels
…
rather good,
”
she stammered. He pushed it inside deeper, her lips tight, gripping the plastic.

“
Take it babe, take it all.
”
With her asshole exposed and her cunt stuffed to the max, he was totally entranced.

He slid the bottle back and forth in a fucking motion. Leaning ahead again, his tongue found Ann
’
s asshole, its tip manipulating the tight, ringed muscle.

“
I
’
m going to cream,
”
she cried, her voice breaking, her eyes shut.
“
Oh my! Jeff, drill my pussy. Lick my asshole, honey!
”

Cold! Water
…
damn it!

He pulled the bottle from her pussy and turned off the water, a chill coursing through him.
“
The bed, I want you in the bed
…
now.
”

Still wet from the shower, Jeff bent Ann over the side of the bed. There wasn
’
t time for any more foreplay and he needed satisfaction now.

He pressed the tip of his cock against her lips and slid inside. On the sixth thrust, his excitement overcame him as he exploded deep inside her.
“
Damn.
”
He pressed deeper into her until his cock stopped shooting.

For a moment, neither of them said anything, and then Ann slid out from under him.

Grabbing a sheet, she pulled it across herself, looking at him as if trying to figure something out.

“
What?
”
he asked, looking at her, trying to get his shit together, still rocking from his orgasm.

“
The bottle, where did that idea come from?
”

“
I dunno. It just happened.
”

She nodded.

“
You didn
’
t like it?
”

“
You saw me in there. What do you think?
”

“
True. You said you liked spice. That was kind of spicy.
”
He dropped next to her.

“
It was, very.
”
She kissed him, her lips soft and sweet.

God, he loved her!

* * * *

Mike had just finished loading the dishwasher when he heard Jeff calling him from the front hall.
“
Hey,
”
he said, greeting him.

“
Ann tells me you started some of the work.
”

Once again, Jeff looked sexy as all hell standing there in a pair of faded blue jeans and a tight white T-shirt. Being around him made it so hard to concentrate on their conversations.

“
I did. I painted the hall today and started to strip the wallpaper in the bedroom.
”

Jeff looked to the walls of the hall.
“
This looks great. It
’
s a good color.
”

“
I figured it would be best to stick to neutral colors, given with what I was faced with when I moved in.
”

“
Smart.
”

“
So yeah, it
’
s been tough in the bedroom. Ann was by today, and she suggested just stripping the walls bare and putting up new drywall.
”

“
I
’
ll have a look, if you like? Ann may be right.
”

“
Sure, just follow me and don
’
t mind the mess. Everything is still all over the place.
”

They entered the bedroom, and he stood back as Jeff examined the situation.
“
So, what
’
s the verdict?
”

“
The walls look good. You would save yourself a lot of work if you rented a steamer. It would take a bit of time and patience, but gutting the room would take much longer. It
’
s up to you which route you want to go. That
’
s what I would do.
”

If only Jeff knew the things he
’
d like to do.

Jeff bent over and picked up a piece of wallpaper, his ass looking ever so delectable—two perfect buns ready to be grabbed.

Focus!

Jeff turned quickly, and a half grin rose across his lips.
“
Were you just looking at
…
my ass?
”

How the fuck was he supposed to answer that? He swallowed hard and his eyes went everywhere besides Jeff.
“
Ah
…
no. I was looking at the
…
window.
”

“
I don
’
t mind if you do look at me
…
like that. It doesn
’
t bother me. I
’
m open.
”

This was totally awkward. Jeff was straight, or so he thought. Could it be possible that he wasn
’
t?
“
I might have looked,
”
he admitted, not knowing what else to say.

“
Ann tells me I have a nice butt. I can understand how another man would admire it. You
’
re pretty built yourself.
”

“
That
’
s many hours at the gym. I like to keep fit. I feel better for it, and it keeps my mind busy. Plus, it relieves stress. I started to get into it after Jackson died.
”

“
Yeah, sorry about that. I can
’
t imagine losing the person you love like that.
”

“
I cope.
”
He failed to mention that coping had consisted of cutting himself off from family and friends for the past couple of years. Up to now, he
’
d found solace in isolating himself. In a world alone, a person could n
o
t be hurt. He limited his only socialization to work. Until Ann and Jeff came along, he
’
d had no intentions of changing that.

“
Still, it must be hard.
”
Jeff stared at him, the man
’
s eyes penetrating.

He sat down on the bed and looked down at the floor.
“
Love is hard. Up until Jackson, I hadn
’
t experienced it. I didn
’
t know what I was missing. I often wish I could go back to feeling like that. But that would mean no Jackson. And we had our good years together. I wouldn
’
t give those up, not for anything. Even if it meant not hurting.
”

Jeff sat next to him, arms folded across his chest.
“
I had an experience once, with a guy. It happened a long time ago.
”

“
You did.
”
His cock stirred.
“
How did that happen?
”
He had to ask.

“
I was eighteen. It was with my best friend. We got to talking one weekend while my parents were out of town and he stayed over. He told me he thought he was gay. The rest you can sort of guess.
”

“
Wow,
”
he replied, astonished at Jeff
’
s revelation.
“
I had nothing like that happen in my youth. You lucky fucker.
”
He laughed.
“
Trust me, I wished for it. Hell, I dreamt about it every night throughout my teen years.
”

“
It was a one-time thing. I haven
’
t done anything since.
”

“
I won
’
t say anything, man.
”

“
It
’
s not a big secret. I mean, I don
’
t go around broadcasting it, but Ann knows about it. She often kids me about it to rile me up.
”