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  "Lay down," she said. "On the bed."

  I did as she said, propping myself up on my elbows as I kicked my shoes off, knocking them to the floor.

  Her eyes were on mine as I unzipped my pants, and she watched intently as I wriggled out of them, pulling my boxers down at the same time.

  As soon as my dick was visibly throbbing between us, she licked her lips and stepped between my knees, making a come hither gesture with her finger.

  I sat up and she set her fingers on the top button of my shirt, keeping her eyes on mine the whole time.

  My dick ached from the pain of being ignored.

  I tried to be patient while her delicate fingers unbuttoned my shirt, but it felt like getting undressed had never taken so long.

  When she finally reached the bottom button, she pushed my shirt open and off my shoulders. "You look good enough to eat," she said, running her hands down my chest.

  "Prove it," I said.

  She smiled and pulled her sweater off over her head, revealing a black lace bra that her hard nipples showed through.

  "Thank god I didn't know you were wearing that under there or we never would've made it to dinner."

  "You like it?" she asked, looking down past the necklace I gave her at her perfect tits.

  "Liking it doesn't come close."

  "You'll probably like the matching panties then," she said, unzipping her pants.

  As she bent over to pull them down, I watched her breasts hang in front of me in their lacy hammocks and wished she would dangle them in my mouth one by one.

  In fact, if she didn't hurry up with her seduction, I was going to suck them until they were raw whether she liked it or not.

  "Well," she asked, giving a little spin.

  The back of her matching lace thong framed each butt cheek flawlessly. "Forget graphic design," I said. "Your body's wasted behind a desk."

  She blushed. "Scoot back."

  I glanced at the full length mirror behind her, my eyes following the shape of her legs up to her round ass and over the dip in her lower back to her thin waist.

  I didn't know what it was like to win the lottery, but I doubted it was any more exciting than the way it felt to know such a gorgeous woman was about to take me between her wet lips.

  She climbed between my legs onto her knees and put her hands on my thighs, sliding them up towards my dick.

  I swallowed as she wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft, bracing myself for the pressure that was coming.

  Instead, she moved my cock out of the way and bent over at the waist.

  My eyes closed automatically when I felt her tongue on my balls. And when she used her other hand to suck one into her mouth, I groaned, feeling the heat rising inside me as her tongue drew swirls against my most sensitive skin.

  I wanted to reach down and feel her tits as she sucked me. But when she moved to the other ball and moaned, the vibrations made me powerless to do anything but sink my fingers into her bed.

  Suddenly, she tightened her grip on my dick and began pumping my shaft slowly without releasing my balls from her mouth. The combination of sensations was almost more than I could handle.

  Finally, she squeezed my balls from her mouth with pursed lips and began flicking her tongue against the head of my dick.

  I opened my eyes just in time to watch her wrap her lips around me.

  And in that moment, I prayed that if I ever got amnesia and only remembered one thing, it would be the way she looked at me then, as she slid her mouth down my cock.

  Chapter 15: Audrey

  I couldn’t tell who was more excited.

  I mean, Jack was obviously beside himself with pleasure, but knowing I was responsible for his happiness was turning me on, too.

  After all, even though my whole life was sort of up in the air, something about fucking Jack Quinn with my mouth was empowering.

  And for the first time in my life, giving a guy a blowjob not only felt sexy, but it was kind of fun.

  "Audrey," he breathed as I picked up the pace, my hand sliding freely over him.

  It was hard to look up at him once I got going. It didn't help that my hair was falling all around my face, my necklace swinging against the back of my hand with the momentum of my movements.

  "Wait," he said. "Stop for a second."

  "What?" I asked, looking up at him and pursing my lips.

  "I can't let you have all the fun like this."

  I sat up on my knees and squinted at him. "I don't know what you-"

  He slid his hand under me, pressing my wet panties against me with his fingertips. "This is what I want," he said, sliding the thin fabric to the side and sinking two fingers into me so fast I felt lightheaded.

  My lips fell apart and my eyelids grew heavy with the pressure of him churning my center.

  "How do you want me?" I whispered.

  He smiled, his fingers still inside me. "How about you can keep sucking me on the condition that you give me that same satisfaction."

  I furrowed my brow. "Are you suggesting we sixty-nine?"

  "I'm suggesting you get your ass over here right now," he said. "And take off your panties first. I don't want anything getting between my tongue and your pussy."

  I swallowed and pulled my underwear off. "I feel like I need to tell you that I've never done that befor-"

  "All the more reason to try it," he said.

  I walked on my knees to the head of the bed so I was looking down his hard body.

  "Now bend over and crawl towards my cock."

  I did as he asked, my mouth watering as I stared at his swollen dick from a new angle.

  He didn't give any more direction. Instead, he just grabbed my legs and pulled me over his mouth, flicking me with his tongue so forcefully I gasped.

  At first, the pleasure was too great and I forgot what the hell I was doing. But when I remembered, I wrapped my hand around his shaft and sank my mouth back down on him.

  It was awkward initially. I felt like my technique was compromised by the warm sensations he was sending through me as he scooped me out with his tongue.

  But it wasn’t long before I figured out how to work with his rhythm so I could give and receive pleasure at the same time, though I admit it was hard work after all that wine.

  And as weird as it was to be wrapped around someone that way, I was glad it was Jack because I knew I didn't have to be self-conscious. I knew the last thing he wanted was for me to feel awkward, and I didn’t want to disappoint either of us.

  Plus, it was probably about time I tried it.

  I lost my rhythm again momentarily when he started working his fingers inside me, stirring my insides until they were so hot I was panting over him. Then as soon as I got it back, I felt his hands groping my breasts through my lacy bra.

  I let go of him for a second and reached up to unhook it, sliding it off my arms. And I must have read his mind because a second later he was pinching my nipples and cupping my breasts with his hands.

  At that point, the sensory overload was almost too much. In fact, while I had no idea what it was like to have a threesome, I was convinced that even two men couldn’t have stimulated me as thoroughly.

  And when he swelled in my mouth, I was sure he was going to come for me. But without warning, he lifted my ass and rolled me off him.

  I watched as he sat up and stood at the end of the bed, his face flush as he licked his lips.

  "Is everything okay?" I asked.

  "It will be when you bring your tight little pussy over here."

  I crawled towards him and kicked my legs out in front of me.

  He grabbed my ankles and pulled my ass to the edge of the bed, finding my opening so fast I didn’t even have time to catch my breath.

  As he spread me open, he kept his eyes on my face. I tried to do the same, but I couldn't help but steal a glance at the way his stomach muscles flexed over his hip bones as he fucked me, massaging me from the inside out.

  And he di
dn't stop there. He folded my legs together and turned me on my side, pushing inside me as deep as he could, driving himself into me with his strong legs.

  The control he had over my body coupled with his unpredictability was thrilling. And as he reached up and squeezed my breasts, it felt good to see the desire on his face, the appetite in his eyes.

  A moment later, he unstacked my legs again and hooked my ankles over his shoulders.

  I used the little energy I had to lift my head and watched as he thrust his thick dick inside me.

  Then his thumb went to my clit. "Come for me," he said, making my pussy buzz with anticipation.

  "Oh god," I said, pressing my head back against the bed.

  "What?" he asked, the sound of his voice filling me with lust.

  "I know you said you're not an artist," I panted. "But I want you to paint me anyway."

  He smiled, swinging his hips a little faster. "Are you asking me to come on your tits?"

  "Wherever,” I said. “Anywhere you want."

  I saw his jaw clench as the fire in his eyes grew, but he didn't give away what he was thinking.

  Suddenly the heat in my clit was more than I could take. "I'm coming," I said, looking at him standing over me.

  He narrowed his eyes on me as his balls slapped my pussy.

  When my orgasm came, I arched my back and threw my arms over my head as I writhed against the bed.

  But he didn't just watch me ride it out. Instead, he wrapped his hands around my thighs and picked up the pace, forcing the waves of pleasure to crash through my body even harder.

  The sensations of him hammering against my orgasm made my mind go blank. I couldn't hear or see anything. All I could do was focus on the power of him inside me as my body did everything it could not to shut down.

  "I'm gonna come," he said.

  I swallowed and braced myself, not knowing what he would do with my open request.

  But a moment later, he pulled out of me and grabbed his dick, pointing it at my belly and groaning with every burst of pleasure he shot over me.

  And when I saw the way his seed looked strewn across my belly, I felt like the sexiest woman on Earth.

  Chapter 16: Jack

  My come across her belly was as white as the shell charm hanging between her tits, and seeing her decorated by my passion for her was even more satisfying than I thought it would be.

  She was smiling when I looked in her eyes. It was the kind of lazy smile that only results from a body draining orgasm.

  "How do you feel?" I asked, lying on my side next to her.

  "Like keeping you forever as my sexual prisoner."

  "I don't think I would qualify as a prisoner if I'm happy to stay of my own will."

  "Whatever," she said, rolling her head towards me. "If it makes you feel better to believe I'd let you leave, then tell yourself anything you want.

  I looked down at the glorious mess I'd made over her and dragged my finger through one of the streaks before holding it over her lips.

  She took it in her mouth and kept her eyes on me as she sucked it clean.

  "It would be a shame for you to go to all that trouble and not get a taste," I said.

  "I couldn't agree more."

  "Is that the bathroom?" I asked, nodding towards a door in the corner of her room.

  "Closet,” she said. “That's the bathroom behind you."

  "Don't move," I said, rolling over.

  “I’m not sure I could if I wanted to.”

  I got off the bed and went into the bathroom to get something to clean her up with, discovering- much to my surprise - that she was the proud owner of a sizeable bathtub. I turned around and leaned back in the door frame. "You have a bathtub?"

  "Last I checked."

  "Do you mind if I run a bath?"

  "Not at all," she said, her chest still rising and falling beside her flushed face. "Be my guest."

  "It's just that I haven't taken a bath in years," I said. "Plus, now that I've made a mess of you, I feel responsible for cleaning you up."

  She sighed. "You’ve made a mess of me alright."

  I turned around, put the plug in the tub, and turned the nozzle on, adjusting it until the water was warm.

  "Can I get you something to drink?" I asked, leaning back into the bedroom to steal a glance at her naked body flung across the bed.

  "Aren't I supposed to offer you something to drink?"

  "You've done enough," I said. "If you'll just tell me where-"

  "What do you feel like?"

  "I'm happy to stick with wine, but whatever you've got is okay."

  "There's a bottle of white in the fridge and a red in the cabinet under the kitchen window."

  "Which would you prefer?"

  "Surprise me," she said. "You're good at that."

  "Can't argue with that," I said, crossing the room naked and walking out into the hall.

  I flicked the light on in the kitchen and looked around. Her directions for where to find the wines were perfect.

  I decided to go with the chilled white, figuring it would complement our warm bath nicely. As far as the rest of the contents of her fridge, there was nothing too surprising. She had lots of fresh fruit, some margarita mix, eggs, bread, and cheese.

  It didn’t look like there was a man in her life. Or if there was, he hadn't inserted himself so much that she'd started buying his favorite beer or anything, which I found encouraging.

  As I closed the fridge door, my eye was drawn to the flowers I brought her. They were standing in the corner, but they looked odd as they weren’t in a vase. Instead, they were propped up in a wide glass bowl that looked more suitable for baking or eating popcorn.

  My first reaction was that I wish I’d known she didn't have an appropriate vase to put them in because I would've happily bought one at the florist. The only reason I didn't was because- as the owner of a small place- I tried to bring as little extra stuff into my own apartment as possible.

  Still, I'd obviously made the wrong call.

  The second thing that went through my mind was disbelief. How could a woman like Audrey not have a big ass vase? Surely she’d received tons of bouquets in the past from suitors who were as keen to get in her pants as I was.

  It just didn't make sense.

  And then I got this weird feeling that maybe everything good I'd ever done had finally paid off. After all, it was one thing for this amazing woman to have come into my life when she did, but for her heart to still be available made me feel overwhelmed with gratitude.

  I opened her cupboards quietly, looking for wine glasses. Instead, I discovered that she had an obvious weakness for microwave popcorn and cheese crackers of all different shapes.

  Finally, I checked the cupboard where the red wine was and found them. I grabbed two and carried them by their stems back to her room.

  She was lying on the bed in a short blue robe when I came in, her smooth legs sticking out beneath her.

  "You found everything okay?" she asked.

  I set the glasses down on her nightstand and unscrewed the bottle cap. "Your directions were very good."

  "Sorry it's a screw top."

  "Don't apologize," I said. "I'm sure that will have no bearing on the quality of the wine. Besides, I'm no expert. As long as I taste grapes, I'm sure I'll love it."

  "You're more of an expert than me."

  "Only because I've memorized a few words that make it look like I know what I'm talking about."

  "Good to know."

  I poured the wine in the glasses and lifted mine. "Shall we toast again?"

  "Sure," she said, sitting up on her knees. "What to this time?"

  "To a successful evening of firsts," I said. "Our first visit to the Space Needle, our first attempt at sixty nine, which I thought went really well…"

  "Me too."

  "And my first bath in years."

  She laughed. "That explains why you're such a dirty boy."

  "I didn't mean it to
come out like that," I said. "I'm just usually limited to shower facilities."

  "Don't worry about it," she said, clinking her glass against mine. "I use the shower most of the time, too."