One Lucky Bastard (3 page)

Debbie gazed down at her baggy fisherman’s sweater and the jeans tucked into knee-high boots. “Are you sure? You could always drop me at my apartment, and I could pick something else up. A skirt, at least.”

“No. You look beautiful in what you’re wearing.” He smiled.

She’d stayed at his house all week, driving back and forth to work, and living out of a couple of suitcases. Most of the clothes she had with her were more suited to wearing to work than going out on the town. She sighed.

“How did you end up so successful in business?” She flopped on the bed and leaned her head on her elbow. “Do you know how lucky you are not to have to get up early every morning and work your ass off to barely pay the bills?”

Mick pulled a belt through his jeans. “You don’t have to work, love.”

“It’d be foolish to quit my job after knowing you a week.” She wrinkled her nose. “That’s not what I’m talking about, anyway.”

“Well, I spent my youth working round the clock. I gave up a lot of things to have what I have today.” He held up two oxford button-down shirts. “Which one—white or dark blue?”

“Mm…” She pursed her lips. “The blue one. Do you ever regret giving certain things up?” She sat up on the bed and wrapped her hands in the extra material of her sweater.

He shook his head. “It’s all in the past. You’ve got to move on.” He hesitated and cocked his brow. “We’re still talking about my life, right? You’re not having second thoughts about moving in here?”

She waved her hand in the air. “Not me. Just curious about you. What you were like at my age.”

“That long ago? I barely remember.” He chuckled. “My memories are a little fuzzy.”

She threw a pillow at him. “You’re not that old!”

“Almost twice your age.” He leaned over and nuzzled her neck. “I’m like a fine wine.”

She purred. “Hm, what a coincidence. I happen to love wine.” She placed a hand on the zipper of his jeans. “Maybe you’d let me have a sip?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

He lifted his arm and glanced at his watch. “Got to make it quick, baby, before my secretary leaves for the day.” He unlatched his belt and his jeans, and pulled them down.

“Oh, lookee there. Mickey isn’t happy.” She pouted. “Let me see if I can do something about that.”

She slid off the bed and knelt on the floor. She curled her fingers around his cock and brought him closer. The powerful ability to bring him around full circle and pleasure him always gave her such a high of contentment.

Her lips sealed him in her mouth. She sucked and stroked the underside of his cock with her tongue. Mick’s hand came down to caress the side of her head. Opening her eyes, she gazed up into his face and winked.

“That feels real good.” He arched his hips forward and gazed down at the way his cock grew in her mouth. “See. You please me. Always making sure I’m satisfied.”

His flaccid organ pulsed and hardened in her mouth. Moving back and forth, she lubricated the length of him with her tongue. A tremor ran through her lower belly, and she widened her legs. An urge to rub her pussy flitted in her thoughts, but this was about Mick. She wanted to do this for him.

“Deb…baby?” He laid his hand under her chin. “What’s wrong?”

She slowly withdrew her mouth off him. “Nothing. Why?” She ran her finger from the base to the tip of his swollen head.

“You whined.” He tugged on a strand of her hair. “Tell me why.”

Licking her lips, she glanced at the way she fondled his shaft. “This excites me.” She gathered a drop of precum on the tip of her finger and raised it to her lips. “A lot.”

“Ah.” He stepped back, fisted his cock, and stroked himself. “Wiggle your jeans off your hips, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

She shook her head. “B-but, we’ll be late.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll drive fast. We’ll make it. I promise.” He motioned for her to stand up and move over to the bed. “Do what I said, Deb. Let me please you too.”

Standing up, she unzipped her jeans and shimmied them down to her knees. She penguin-walked forward and giggled.

“Not exactly a smooth, sexy move.” Debbie sucked her bottom lip in and caught it between her teeth.

He moaned. His fingers tight around his cock, he continued to caress the length. “Anything you do for me is a beautiful thing.” He walked over to the dresser, opened the top drawer, and removed a vibrator and a tube of lube. “This might help.”

He came back to her and held up a pink plastic cock. She squeaked. It was J shaped, and she had a notion where the stubby end went.

She’d never had any anal play before. Unsure whether to speak up or remain silent, she bit down on the inside of her cheek and waited to find out what he had planned. What if he laughed at her naïveté?

“Bend your legs and open up a little.” He cupped her mound. He slipped his middle finger between the folds and twiddled her clit. “Mm, I wish I had time to lap at that cream.” He replaced his hand with the vibrator. “Relax.”

The rounded tip glided into her wetness. She grabbed his wrist. “Wait.” She sighed. “I’m not sure about this. I’ve never…had anything…in my ass.” Wrinkling her nose, she let go of his hand. “Will it hurt?”

“Not if you want it.” He leaned over and kissed her. “The small plug is about the size of your pinkie.”

She nodded. “Okay, but slow.” Inhaling deeply, she scrunched up her nose. “Sorry.”

“About?” He moved the vibrator in and out of her pussy, not yet entering her anus.

“Not having any experience doing this…butt stuff before.” She laid her hands on the top of his shoulders. The coolness of the lube on his finger surprised her as he circled her anus. Her knees shook. He’d turned on the vibrator, and it sent delicious tingles throughout her pussy.

“Concentrate on the way your body blooms and opens with the hum caressing your clit, your pussy, your anus.” He pressed the vibrator up to her tight hole. “Bear down on it like you’re trying to force it out of your body, baby.”

She swallowed, concentrated on following Mick’s directions, and tightened her stomach muscles. The plastic toy slid past the ring of her anus and gave her a full feeling.

“Oh.”

He grinned. “You won’t have to bear down quite so hard next time. You’ll get used to it and subconsciously prepare that part of your body for the pleasure that follows.”

“Mm.” She wiggled her hips a little. “Mick?” She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Oh!”

“You like?”

Words failed her, and she nodded. Her legs clamped together to keep from losing the delightful pleasure she was receiving from the vibrator.

“You are so sexy. Give me your hands, baby.” He gave them a squeeze. “Keeping your legs together, kneel down and sit on your ankles.”

She followed his directions and pressed her knees together. Not wanting to have the vibrator slip out, she smiled at reaching the floor without losing it.

“Oh.” Her hands shook, and she let go of his hands to grasp his thighs.

“I love the way your lips form a nice little puckered circle when you do that. So sexy.” He ran the head of his cock across her lower face. “One day soon, I’ll take that virgin ass. It’ll be mine. Only mine.”

Mick slipped his cock between her lips. She sucked greedily. The feelings welling up inside of her pussy drove her forward.

Picking up speed, she ran her lips, and her tongue up and down his cock, never breaking the suction hold she had placed on him. Her ass ground against the back of her heel, putting more pressure inside her anus and manipulating her pussy.

“Oh, baby.” He threaded his fingers through her hair and pumped his shaft in and out of her mouth. “Be a good little girl and suck me hard. I want to feel your mouth loving me when you come.”

Unable to hold back, she writhed at his feet. Her fingers dug into his muscled thighs. The swirl of heat between her legs grew warmer.

“Come, baby.” Mick groaned and dropped his hands to his sides. “Suck me.”

She never broke the rhythm he set up. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed.

“Swallow. It. All.” He tipped his pelvis forward, stood on his toes, and came in her mouth.

She moaned. In a flash, her lower muscles seized in an orgasm that sent her sailing. Her mouth muscles tightened down and drank every drop of cum he deposited at the back of her throat.

Mick shuddered and staggered back to collapse on the side of the bed. She rose up on her knees, reached down, and removed the vibrator. She tossed the toy to the pile of her dirty clothes beside the dresser and crawled over to Mick. She laid her head in his lap.

“Like it?” Mick ran his hand over her hair.

She nodded. “I’d like you to fuck me there, I think.”

“Yes.” He groaned and rubbed the back of her neck.

She opened her eyes but left her head on his knees. “When?”

He chuckled. “First. Let’s go eat.”

Chapter Four

Mick shut the passenger-side door of the car, hustled around to the other side, and climbed into the driver’s seat. Debbie crossed her legs. Either his secretary had a huge problem with her, or she was hell to have as an employee.

“All set. Time to grab something to eat. I’m starving.” He cranked the key, shifted, and pulled away from the curb. “How about you? Hungry?”

She waved her hand. “What’s up with that bitch of a secretary?”

His eyebrows rose, and he glanced over at her. “A little harsh, Deb. She’s worked for me for over twenty years, very efficient, and she never misses a day of work.”

“Hm.” She tightened her mouth. Shrugging the woman’s hostile attitude off, she shifted in her seat. “Where are we going for dinner?”

“There’s a popular place over on Thirteenth and Dogwood Street. I haven’t checked it out yet, but I hear it has great burgers.” He flipped his turn signal on.

“The Roadhouse. I’ve been there.” She leaned forward and gathered her hair over to the side. “You sure you want to go there? The music’s loud and…”

He set his hand on her leg. “And what?”

“I don’t know. Doesn’t seem like a place you’d want to go to. That’s all.” She patted his hand. “I’m game, if you are.”

“Good!” He pulled in to the parking lot.

Debbie stepped around Mick and entered the restaurant ahead of him. The place was packed. The place was set up as more of a bar-style establishment where people mingled from table to table in one huge party-like atmosphere.

The waitress smiled up at them, and Mick held up two fingers, letting her know they needed a table for two. She motioned for them to follow her. Debbie slipped her hand under Mick’s arm.

“Thank you.” Mick held her chair out and took two menus from the waitress.

Between the music, people’s conversations getting louder, and ordering, Debbie sat back and took in the place. She’d figured Mick for the sits-off-to-the-side-and-wants-to-have-a-quiet-dinner type of guy, since he’d always taken her to more upscale restaurants the few times they went out for dinner.

Mick ordered for both of them, waited for the waitress to leave, and relaxed back in the chair. He was oblivious to the other women’s coy smiles and eye contact, and that said a lot about a man.

“What are you smiling about?” He lifted his water and took a sip.

She winked. “You.”

“Good.” He grinned. “I’m glad I make you smile.”

Watching people dance on the other side of the room, both of them fell into a comfortable silence. Debbie swung her leg under the table to the beat of the music and accidently kicked Mick in the shin.

“Sorry.” She wrinkled her nose.

He shrugged it off. “Did you want to dance? We haven’t done that before, but I can hold my own on the dance floor.”

“Oh, you can, can you?” She cocked her head. “Show me after we eat.” Grinning, she leaned forward. “We’ll see if you can keep up with me.” There, she had issued the challenge.

Mick chuckled and leaned back at the arrival of the waitress with their dinner plates. “Ah, looks great. Thank you.”

The woman smiled and left them alone to enjoy their meal. Debbie lifted her sandwich to her mouth, and two arms came from behind to capture her.

“Hey!” She pushed against the hug, turned, and gave a little squeal. Setting her food back down, she stood and engulfed the other woman in a hug. She hadn’t seen Jen since she married and quit working at the preschool.

“How are you?” Swaying back and forth in a hug, she smiled at her old friend. “What are you doing here? I thought you guys moved to the Bay Area?”

Jen stepped back and nodded. “We’re just visiting family while we travel back from Vegas. I never dreamed I’d find you here.” She turned to Mick. “I’m sorry for interrupting. You must be Deb’s dad.”

Mick cleared his throat. The corner of his mouth lifted. “No, she’s—”

“No! Of course he’s not my dad. He and Mom are still vacationing and living it up.” Debbie tittered, and she hurried to change the subject, lest Jen embarrass Mick more. “Look at you! You are looking fabulous. Married life is good, huh?”

Jen didn’t answer but continued to gaze over at Mick with a stunned expression plastered on her face. Debbie’s heartbeat raced, and she was sure her face was turning redder going by the temperature of the room getting hotter.

“So…is Michael here with you?” Deb touched her arm.

Her friend jumped. “Yeah! Yes, he walked out to the car already. I saw you on our way out and told him to go ahead.”

“It was really nice to see you. Next time you come through San Francisco, give me a call.” She hugged Jen again.

“Okay. Yeah, I’ll do that.” Jen kissed her cheek, and walked away, but glanced back, shaking her head.

Debbie sat back down at the table, hurried to take a drink of water and catch her breath. Mick probably felt like crawling under the table. Good God, why couldn’t Jen have kept her mouth shut!

Not sure what to say, she picked up a french fry and lifted her head. Mick lowered his brows and sat watching her.

“Wow, this place is busy.” She fluttered her hands in front of her. “What were you saying before Jen interrupted us?”

He glanced over at the others in the restaurant, turned back to his plate, and lifted his burger. “Drop it.”