Free Hot Stories for Cold Nights by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd Page B

baby,” Connor purred. “That’s so great.”
    I slowly came down and my body relaxed, a thin rime of sweat cooling on my skin. It might have begun as something really strange, but now I accepted the fact that I had been really aroused by the knowledge that he was watching me. I wondered whether he’d feel the same way. I took several deep breaths. “Okay, your turn,” I said.
    He let out a nervous chuckle. “You’re not serious.”
    Got you, I thought. You’re as reluctant as I was. You’ll be so surprised. “A deal’s a deal. I said I’d show you mine if you’d show me yours.”
    â€œA guy doesn’t do that. It’s silly. I want my cock inside of you when I come.”
    â€œToo bad,” I said, enjoying his discomfort. What was there to be upset about after all? I’d seen him naked lots of times and he had a beautiful cock. I propped myself up on my pillows. “I’m ready for a show.”
    â€œCome on,” he said, shaking his head. “You didn’t really mean that.”
    â€œOf course I did.” This was going to be fun. “Now strip.”
    He must have decided that I was serious so he stood and slowly removed his clothes. He really was gorgeous; great pecs, muscular arms, and narrow hips. His cock was only partly erect.
    I patted the bed beside me and he sat. I directed the light on his crotch. “As you said, ‘Sauce for the goose and all that.’” I watched his cock twitch under the heat of the lamp. “Don’t touch yet,” I said. “I want to see what happens before.”
    I gazed at him and licked my lips. It was amazing. I could watch his body react. I put one breast against his hand and that wonderful cock continued to swell. He played with my nipple, then I ran my fingernails up the inside of his thigh. His reaction was immediate. “Show me,” I said.
    He let out a long breath, obviously now resigned.
    He ran his fingers through my pussy to gather my wetness, then began to touch his cock. I saw his fingers curl around the hard rod and slide from base to tip. Then he used one finger to gather his precome and use the additional lubrication to assist his ministrations. His strokes ran the length of his cock and, remembering how good it had felt to have his fingers join mine, I placed my hand over his. A slight shiver echoed through his body.
    Gradually his hand picked up the pace and I heard his breathing rate increase. His eyes closed and his head fell back. Faster and faster until, with a long groan, I saw semen spurt from his cock and dribble onto my hand and his.
    After we cleaned up, he crawled in beside me and we curled into each other. For the first time, he stayed until the next morning.

After the Wedding

    T HE WEDDING AND ALL THE FESTIVITIES THAT LED UP TO it had been wonderful for many reasons. It had been great for Connie to see her old college roommate, Laura, again and to meet her fiancé and now-husband, Brett. Connie had introduced them to her yearlong live-in, Mark. The place was spectacular and the rehearsal dinner was filled with laughter and reminiscences. The small ceremony had taken place on the patio of an intimate little inn in the mountains with only four couples, an aunt and uncle of the groom, and Laura’s parents, who lived in a neighboring town, in attendance.
    The dinner afterward was filled with more joy and several celebratory toasts. By the end of the meal, and the dancing that followed, Connie was feeling quite mellow and Mark was his usual amorous self, being especially sexual after a few martinis.
    Giggling, the newlyweds adjourned to their room around eleven and, after bidding everyone a good night, Mark and Connie followed a little while later. They stripped off their finery and, still in their underwear, stretched out on the big double bed to discuss the wedding. After only a few minutes, they discovered that they could hear what