Learning to Like It (3 page)

"You like it," she said again, and I felt as if she could
make
me like it.

As if maybe she could make me love it.

I wanted to get off, and that meant that I had to get her off, so I worked my tongue furiously over her clit, but I swear she held back. She wanted me to work for it. And she told me so. "That's good. Oh, yeah. That's a good little cunt-licker. I'm so close, I could flood your tongue, but I'm not ready yet. I want you to squeeze your own nipples until they hurt, and I want you to eat me out until your tongue is sore."

At hearing that, my boyfriend let out a sigh. I heard his zipper go down. He was touching himself now, I was sure of it, and I wanted to turn and see, but Jenny had fists of my hair in her hand and was writhing on the couch, scraping my cheeks with her pussy jewelry.
 

I wasn't sure I'd ever known what it felt like to be fucked before, but now I did feel it, because she was definitely using my mouth. And the longer it went on, the more I liked it. It didn't matter that my mouth was sore. I just wanted to make her come and I, myself, was desperate.
 

When my tongue slowed down, Jenny cruelly yanked on my hair. "More, Kim. You do it right. Do it like you mean it.
Make
me come. Because I'm not going to give it to you. You're going to have to make it happen."

I pushed my tongue up inside her, then. I used my fingers, too. Everything became about her pussy. I worshipped it in those moments. I fingered her, licked her, nibbled at her clit ring. And I broke into a sweat doing it, because I'd never been so turned on before in my life. My reward? Pretty little cries as she squeezed her thighs round my ears, trapping me there so I could feel the contractions on my lips and tongue as she writhed in pleasure.

She came and came, screaming my name. Which made me feel inordinately proud.

But when she was done, she didn't let me go. "Now your boyfriend can get you off if he wants to," she said, throatily. "But your mouth never leaves my pussy."

Chad was behind me in a flash. I couldn't see his expression, because Jenny still had me between her legs, slowly pumping on my tongue as if to squeeze every last bit of pleasure out of her orgasm. But I felt him behind me. He grabbed my hips with force, nearly tearing my soaked panties off me in his haste to get them down. Then I felt him shove roughly into my sopping hole, forcing my face against Jenny's belly.

I made a muffled sound of pleasure, but Jenny dragged me by the hair back down again, so that I could lick at her clit, and suck the little ring into my mouth, almost nursing on it while my boyfriend thrusted into me. I'd never had an orgasm just from him fucking me before—but this time I didn't even need him to touch my clit.
 

The feel of my boyfriend's cock pressing into me, the sensation of being trapped between him and Jenny, was more than I could handle. It was the most exquisitely pleasurable torture I'd ever endured. And I began
screaming
out my orgasm as I convulsed around his cock. I felt like a toy, a well-used toy for both of them, and I just kept coming, drowning in pleasure, until both of them did the same.

After, the three of us lay panting on Jenny's soft white rug, in various states of undress.

Chad and I were staring into each other's eyes, our relationship strangely strengthened by what we'd just done together. But I felt a connection to Jenny, too. "So, now what?" I asked, shyly. "What does this mean?"

"I think it means you like girls," Jenny said. "Or at least, you like me."

"Is that…is that going to be a problem?" I asked, glancing at Chad.

"Not for me," he said, and I kind of fell in love with him all over again.

"We're going to do this again," Jenny said. "A lot more. So why don't you call me."

I blushed. "Um, I don't have your number."

Jenny rolled over, took a marker from her purse, and wrote her phone number on a dollar bill that she slipped teasingly into my panties. "Now you do."

Thank you for reading
Learning to Like It!
 

The characters in this story engage in some risky behavior and make some questionable decisions; it should go without saying that this behavior is not to be encouraged in real life. But that's the beauty of fiction; they can do this, and we can enjoy thinking about them doing it, without anyone getting hurt. So I hope you enjoyed this story and if you did, please help other readers find this book by writing an honest review and publish it on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Goodreads, and other sites frequented by readers like you. Also, please keep an eye out for the next story in the series, so you can enjoy the continued adventures.
 

Meanwhile, please enjoy this excerpt from
Borrowed by the Billionaire
.

BORROWED BY THE BILLIONAIRE

Laurel Adams

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Sex between us has always been good. My husband loves my long legs and toned body; I love that he works as hard as he plays. Living in a McMansion in the suburbs, we know plenty of people who never take sex out of their bedrooms, but Dan and I tend to drop down and do it wherever we are and whenever the mood hits us.

Lately, that's all the time.

Ever since Dan got his dream job as a Chief Information Officer working for the enigmatic bachelor billionaire Lane Kenyon, sex has become my husband's favorite way to work off the stress. I'm more than happy to oblige, because, my husband is the most ambitious man I've ever met. And hey, don't good wives do anything they can to help their husbands get ahead?

This morning Dan gulps down his morning coffee while flipping through his appointment book, and I decide that the breakfast dishes can wait; the kitchen table is sturdy enough for a quickie. Given how tense his shoulders are, I can see that he needs one. But when I start to undo his belt, Dan looks down at my red-painted nails and sighs. "You're going to make me late."

"Oh, no," I say, with mock horror. "If you get in trouble with your boss, I guess you'll have to blame it on me. Just tell him that your wife likes to be well-fed and well-fucked each morning."

Dan smirks. "You're only teasing, I know, but you'd be surprised at how some of the men at the office talk about their wives."

"You've got the best wife, though," I say. "So, if you're late to work and your boss wants to punish someone for it, feel free to give him my name and number…"

My husband laughs, a little charmed, I think, at my wanton nature. He knows how sexy I think his boss is—but then, every woman on the planet lusts after Lane Kenyon, so it's become a little joke between us. And since we've been trying for a baby, whatever fantasy works to keep things fresh is fine with him.
 

Letting my bathrobe fall slightly open, I go to my knees and start caressing my husband's cock through his slacks. He groans in mild protest, shifting in his chair, "Jessie, I've got to get going."
 

But I'm determined. "Surely there are perks to being one of the youngest high powered executives in the business. Being able to roll into work late has to be one of them." I bend over and rub my cheek against the hardness of my husband's shaft and am delighted to feel him lift and bang his knee on the table edge in response.
 

"We have time," I purr.

Dan growls good-naturedly, and though I can tell he's tempted, he says, "I've got a nine-o'clock meeting and I want to be prepared."

I make the cutest little pouty face that I can make. My husband's a sucker for that face. That and hearing about my fantasies. He's always encouraged them, and I'm pretty sure he married me because my sexual appetite is bigger than his. So I know just what to do to make his resistance melt away; I pinch my own nipples and whine, "But I
need
to at least
taste
your cock."
 

His erection jumps at my wanton display, and I seal the deal by saying, "Mmmm. I love you and your cock, Dan, and I'm going to prove it."

Dan's eyes get that steely hunger in them. "Is a promise?"

"Oh yes, it's a
promise
."

Smirking, he strokes his hand through my hair. "Don't make promises you can't keep."

I don't think that's going to be a problem. Unzipping his pants and taking his cock into my warm hands, I put my tongue over the spongy head of his, and take in his taste. His skin is clean, but his taste is salty and basic. I love the way it's so masculine and alluring. My husband is a good looking guy, and there's a little bit of an edge to him. So I shiver all over when he looks down at me tongue-bathing his cock, and says, "You can prove to me how much you love me and my cock this weekend by letting me watch you give a blow job to Lane Kenyon."

My shock is palpable, but so is my arousal. I pull my head up as my mouth forms a little surprised oval, and a strong pulse pounds through my legs and pussy. "Shut up," I say, even though my body is screaming the opposite sentiment entirely. I want him to keep talking to me like that; to stoke that fantasy. My nipples get hard at the very thought, and I think he can tell.
 

He laughs and rubs his swollen cock head on my face, tempting and taunting me. It leaves a trail of sticky pre-cum on my chin. "Are you going to deny that you've fantasized about sucking off my boss?"

"Fantasized, sure! But you sound almost like you're serious…"
 

Without giving me a chance to say anything else, my husband pushes his cock into my mouth and starts pumping. If we're going to get pregnant, I know I should get him between my legs, but I admit, I'm distracted by the idea of his boss. I've never actually spoken to the man; just saw him across a crowded ballroom at a company party. But now that my husband has planted the idea in my mind, I like it. And there's a part of me that wonders if I would really have the nerve to do it if the chance came along.
 

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LAUREL ADAMS
writes hot, dark, sexually transgressive tales. With her bite-sized stories, she likes to push boundaries and leave her readers tingling and titillated.

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