Free Unfinished Business by Isabelle Drake Page A

thumb and I don’t want him to stop. I figure the best way to keep him doing what he’s doing is to make him feel good too so I bob down and put the tip of his shaft between my lips. The salty skin is tight and smooth, and I take my time licking every inch to get him good and wet before covering him completely with my mouth. I do my best to get one of my hands on his bare ass, squeezing and stroking all the solid muscles I can find.
    After I’ve been at it long enough to taste the first drops of cum, he groans and thrusts forward, clenching his ass cheeks and shoving his big cock deeper into my mouth. A surge of sexual power rolls over me and I seize it, sucking on the long, firm shaft of his dick with new appreciation for my own skills.
    He grunts and before I know what’s happening, he grabs me and flips me upside down so my mouth has easier access to his dick and his mouth is between my legs. He spreads my legs and starts licking my clit with long, smooth motions while caressing the cheeks of my ass with those giant mitts. It’s glorious and wild, so weirdly sexual I don’t know what to do. I stiffen for a few seconds then catch a glimpse of his hard cock, glistening from my careful attention and cover it with my mouth. For a crazy second I think about how amazing I must look, with that incredible hunk of a man holding my ass and going after my pussy like that.
    He moves his tongue across my stiff clit, over and over with featherlight licks that make me wiggle my hips to get the pressure I need. He holds my ass steady, as though he’s determined to keep me in position long enough to finish sucking him off. I am happy to oblige. Even though my release is so fierce that I begin to tremble, I still manage to keep gliding my mouth up and down his dick until I swallow every last salty drop of his cum. While we thrash about on the couch until the very last of the explosions, he holds onto me so tightly that I don’t fall onto the floor.
    In the back of my mind I thank him for that.
    And, well, the other.
     
    * * * *
     
    Forty-five minutes later, after my teeth are brushed and my phone is plugged in for the night, I slide into bed. I can’t complain, I tell myself. I’d gotten what I was after.
    So why do I feel so out of sorts? Like that wasn’t what I’d wanted?
    I smack my pillow, turn onto my side, then stare at my phone.
    It would be kind of weird for me to send a text to Nick, telling him how the night went. No way would I offer all the details, but…
    Nah. I won’t text him. If Nick wanted to know how it went, he’d ask. He can, after all, text me.
    Right?
    I close my eyes, force my mind away from Clifford and that scene on the couch, but the images keep tumbling back to me. Finally I give up and let myself scrutinize each and every second until my mind gives in to the day and a welcome wave of sleepiness takes me over.
    I’m standing at a door when it swings open. There’s Clifford, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. I step forward and he takes my hand, pulls me in, shuts the door, then says, “Hey.” Without another word, he shrugs out of the robe. He looks like some freakishly amazing garden statue. He is beautiful and powerfully elegant, except his dick is hard and sticking straight out. I’m pretty sure they don’t design naked man statues like that—with erections, I mean.
    After letting me take a good, long look, he leads me to a couch and pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling his legs. My dress slides up my thighs, exposing my thong. I’m clutching his bare shoulders and trying to stay on his lap while he gently pulls my dress up higher and higher. I lift my arms so he can yank it off. He runs his fingertip down between my breasts, over the clasp of my bra, then continues until he reaches the waistband of my panties. He pinches the lace in his fingers and tugs up, forcing the lace between my pussy lips so it rubs against my clit. I wiggle my hips side to side and a zing of electricity zips