Seeking Two Lovers, page 5
@S2L: Lily.
I rolled her answer around in my head before saying it out loud in my suddenly stifling office. Imagining Blaine whimpering her name while sinking deep inside her pussy caused pre-cum to ooze from my slit.
Fucking hell. Even if he wasn’t up for another hookup that soon, I needed to get between Lily’s thighs.
Can’t wait for Thursday. I tossed in a winking emoji.
She replied with a kissy face, then: I’m not against seeing evidence of that.
“Shit.” I scrubbed a hand over my face, sure I misunderstood.
You don’t want a dick pic, but you want to see my cum? I typed out, too damn curious to let her last message go without explanation.
@S2L: Yes, please.
Goddamn…
“Fuck it.” I didn’t jerk off in my office, but something about our light banter had me going to the point that I didn’t give a flying fuck if Meryl walked in again without knocking. It would serve the woman right, maybe teach her a lesson she refused to learn otherwise.
I pulled out my dick, wrenched my dress shirt up beneath my chin, and rubbed one out within a matter of a few strokes, my focus on the image of Lily in her red bikini. Those pert tits, the tiny waist, the swell of her hips…
Sticky white painted my abs, and I heaved for breath, my clean hand shaking while taking a picture of that evidence she’d asked for. I made sure to capture my grip on my still-hard dick. If Lily wanted my cum, she was going to see where it came from too.
I hit send, tingles of euphoria settling into my fingers and toes while my breathing slowed.
Lily replied with a lip-licking emoji, then: It looks like you could use some help cleaning up.
I groaned another curse, wondering what the fuck had gotten into me. I never sexted while in the office. Ever.
I don’t normally do this at work, I let her know.
@S2L: Mmm. The thought of me must really do it for you then, huh?
I’ll admit to enjoying our conversation, but that red bikini… I trailed off my words, once more going back for another good look.
@S2L: Those sweats…
An image came through, stealing my breath.
Pink panties…a slender hand shoved beneath.
Another image flashed before I could fill my lungs, creamed fingers splayed on a taunt belly, the pinkie resting beneath the edge of the satin like she still tickled her clit.
“Fucking. Hell.” I gulped, my dick considering another go.
@S2L: See you Thursday, Scott.
I swallowed hard, my head falling back against my chair.
Two days, and I would hopefully get a taste of what smeared over her fingers.
But even better would be a call from Higgins. Hopefully, he’d find some leads into finally helping me set Blaine free so we could enjoy Lily together.
7
Lily
“Your tall, dark, and handsome was in this morning.”
I moaned while tossing my purse into one of the employee room’s cubbies. Turning, I found Cheryl smirking at me. I propped my hands on my hips. “Are you shitting me?”
“Nope.” Her smile widened. “He asked about you.”
“Get. Out!” And after I’d spent the morning getting myself off a half-dozen times once that sexting session with Scott of the Gray Sweats had ended.
“His face was beet red when I asked him if he was looking for someone—he’d been craning his neck for a peek behind the counter.”
“Seriously?”
“The poor guy fumbled his words but spit out he wondered where the coffee girl from Monday was.”
“He called me coffee girl?” A grin spread over my face, my insides going all gooey over the fact the shy man had given me a nickname.
“Yep.” Cheryl perched her sunglasses atop her head, readying to head out for the day. “Any chance you want to trade shifts tomorrow? Janine is looking for someone to cover her—”
“Yes!” I cut Cheryl off, and we both burst into laughter.
“Good, cuz I told him you’d be in when we opened at six.” She bumped me with her shoulder while passing, making for the back door. “You’re welcome.”
“Holy hell,” I whispered, my stomach alight with butterflies. Switching out shifts meant I had Wednesday night off…
I considered messaging Scott to see if he was up for moving our little date by a night but quickly shut that idea down. If tall, dark, and handsome of Lionel’s Landscaping came in the next morning, I wanted my evening free.
Just in case.
I’d shown my entire messaging thread with Scott to Haley—except for the naughty pics I’d sent him—and she’d groaned her jealousy.
Me: You’ll never guess who came in looking for me this morning.
Haley: Get the fuck out!
Me: Right!?! What should I do?
Haley: Why choose? Ride that wave as far as you can.
I snorted a laugh even while knowing my family would consider me a whore for wanting two guys at the same time. “Nothing wrong with sexual freedom,” I reminded myself, refusing to live beneath guilt from teachings that were no longer pertinent to my life.
Me: I’m going to.
Haley: Good.
Me: Loves you!
Haley: Loves you more, you lucky bitch.
My smile stayed put long into the evening shift.
Scott had left me a message on the Missing Link app when I finished work at seven.
Scott: Send me a selfie. I want to see those big brown eyes.
I just got off work and look like shit, I messaged while hoofing it to my car in the back lot.
Scott: Don’t care.
Snorting, I climbed into the Ford I’d snagged for a whopping three grand. While it appeared to have lived a full life, its paint faded and fender banged up a bit from its previous owner, the thing ran like a dream. The engine purred, and I cranked down my window—yes it was that old.
I checked myself out in the rearview, deciding to keep my hair back in the ponytail. A quick reapplication of gloss and I lifted my cell, tilting my head just right to catch the sunset’s rays coming through my windshield.
Brown eyes appearing more golden in the fading light. I straightened my shoulders, let out a full exhale, and snapped the pic.
While not as sexy as I’d have liked, at least I didn’t have bags under my eyes.
I sent the image and backed out of my spot, determined to not look at his reply, if I got one, until I parked at home.
A notification came through. Then another…and a third.
The second I stopped at a red light, I swiped my screen to life.
Scott: It really is you. You’re beautiful.
Scott: Those eyes. Those lips. I hope I get the chance to devour them.
His last line surprised me. Most guys went straight for the whole, “Your lips would look good wrapped around my cock” line when complimenting my mouth, letting me know without question what kind of lover they’d be.
Selfish as fuck.
Scott: I want to nose along the smooth skin of your neck, breathing you deep into my lungs. I’ll bet you smell sweet. Bet you taste even better.
I smiled as heat rose to my cheeks. Another message came through before I could reply.
Scott: If you need to see more evidence about how excited I am to meet you in person, just say the word.
His wink emoji made me giggle.
A horn blared behind me, but I typed out a Yes, please anyway, making the asshole behind me wait.
I stomped on the gas and peeled out, desperate to get home to see what else Scott had messaged. Butterflies jittered through my stomach, enough to make my hands shake when I put the car in park five minutes later. I picked my cell back up.
Scott had sent a five-second video of his hand wrapped around his hard cock. Pre-cum beaded and smeared—and my pussy pulsed when he shot ejaculate toward his camera.
“Oh God.” I bit my lip and lifted my phone closer to my eyes, tapping the volume button and then replay.
Heavy breaths filled my ears.
One low groan at the first spurt of white.
My core clenched at the sound. There was nothing on the face of the earth sexier than a man’s guttural noises while coming.
Fingers shaking and pulse thrumming, I typed out, Hot. As. Fuck.
Scott: Thought I’d gone too far when you didn’t reply right away.
I was driving home, I told him and grabbed my bag, intent on the indoors so I could get myself off.
Scott: Give me a peek at whatever color panties you’re wearing right now.
I snorted, shaking my head. Unshaved, not showered…yeah, no. I paused in my rush up the stairs. Maybe later.
He sent three sad faces and one puppy dog eyes emoji.
The horny bastard.
I enjoyed our banter, the sexy chatting and teasing. He seemed a bit bossy but laid-back too, like he appreciated life and didn’t take things too seriously.
Was it possible to totally have the hots for someone without having met them in person? What if he was a lousy kisser? Would that gorgeous dick make up for where he lacked?
I expected it might—I hadn’t enjoyed a good stretch in far too long. Billy of the Pencil Dicks hadn’t done more than jab a few times before filling the condom. No clit play, no fingers, just straight on fucking. The second I’d kicked his ass out of my bed, I’d gotten myself off.
Fifteen minutes later, I did the same, but to thoughts of Scott and his big dick rather than a fantasy.
Haley had wine waiting for me.
I slumped on the couch, my skin rosy and hot from the shower—and the message I’d sent of the white lacy panties covering my freshly-shaved pussy. “Want to see the latest?”
She held out her hand, and I gave her my cell without a word, smirking while sipping my wine.
“Oh my god, he sounds like a sweetie…” Her voice trailed off while reading the first couple of messages about my lips and neck. “A video?” She waggled her eyebrows and pressed play.
Her eyes bugged out at the short teaser, and like me, she lifted the cell closer, pressing that volume-up button.
Scott’s low groan hit my ears, and I bit the inside of my lip.
“Holy shit, that’s hot,” she murmured, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Like, seriously hot.”
“Right?” I sounded like a breathless whore.
One more replay and she tossed the cell at me. “You lucky bitch,” she repeated what she’d called me earlier in the day.
“What if he’s an asshole in person?”
“With a dick like that, who gives a shit?” Haley settled back in the corner of the couch and lost herself in her cell.
“Did you get on the app?” I asked, waiting for Scott to reply about my panties pic.
“Too busy. Too tired to fill out a bunch of questions.”
“It’s worth it,” I told her and took another sip of chardonnay.
A notification popped up, and my pulse jumped.
Scott: *groan*
I could imagine that sound in my head and played it on repeat until I fell asleep later that night.
Tall, dark, and handsome showed up at the cafe at ten-thirty, sweaty and dirty like he’d been on Monday. So damn delicious-looking that my knees went weak.
All thoughts of Scott pushed to the back of my mind the second my gaze collided with the hazel eyes I remembered all too well.
“Hey,” I said, smiling as he approached the counter.
Pink stained his cheeks beneath the dust and dirt, and his gaze flitted up overhead at the menu board. “Black coffee?”
He muttered no hi, nothing but an order that sounded like a question.
“Sure thing, Blaine.”
His focus jerked back to my face. “You remembered my name.”
“You’re not a man easily forgotten.” I looked up at him through my lashes, my flirty tone so damn obvious any guy could take the hint.
He smiled, revealing a crooked eyetooth that didn’t distract from his gorgeousness one damn bit.
“Blueberry muffin?” I asked, ringing up his coffee.
“Sure.”
“Dinner tonight?” I tossed out as he handed over a five.
Blaine blinked, swallowing hard like I’d lashed his feet from beneath him. “Um…”
“Sorry,” I rushed to say, snagging the bill he’d held toward me as heat flooded my cheeks. Cheryl had said he’d asked after me, but maybe he didn’t like forward girls. Maybe—
“H-How about a late lunch instead?” Blaine’s suggestion barely escaped his mouth, and he swallowed again.
I could work with shy. Hell knew, no man could be worse than Levi.
My smile widened as I handed over his change. “I’d love that.”
“T-Tomorrow? I have to finish up the patio job and should be done by one. Maybe one-thirty.” His words left in a rush, and he struggled to hold my gaze.
“Meet you here?” I suggested, realizing I would need to take it easy on the poor guy.
“Here. Tomorrow.” He nodded, his focus flitting toward me a few times as he stepped off to the side to wait for his order.
“Hi,” I said to the next person in line, for once not having to force a smile.
I caught Blaine’s gaze again before he headed toward the door, and I fluttered my fingers, jittery as hell.
Two dates in one day—but I doubted I’d get laid twice in those hours. Blaine was hot as hell and filled out his dirty work clothes enough to spin my head, so I didn’t mind waiting for him to make a move. Even if it took a few lunch or dinner dates.
He seemed the type that would be worth the wait.
8
Blaine
I asked a girl out for lunch—and I hadn’t even gotten her name.
She was so damn pretty, and her smile made my knees weak. I almost drowned in her sparkly dark eyes, could barely keep my thoughts straight. How the hell was I going to sit across from her at a table without my usual buffer to ease my nervousness?
“You got this.” I shook my hands out at my sides, striding down the sidewalk toward the cafe on Thursday for my date. “You need this.” My self pep talk fell flat.
I’d never had a woman on my own, and the thought of it, while exciting, felt…off. Strangely unnatural.
I’m too dependent on Grey.
Everything good in my life was wrapped up in a neat package with him. What would happen when he was ready to move on from sharing a place with his best friend? Start something serious with whoever turned him inside out?
My stomach twisted.
I would be left to scramble on my own, live on my own, without his emotional support and strength.
The idea of a life without him made me just as sick, but I realized it was time to pull up my big boy boxers and do something alone for a change. Hitting bottom the night before had opened my eyes to that truth, and while I loved Grey, I needed to prove to myself that I could stand on my own two feet for when he eventually left me on the side of the road after finding his soul mate.
If things went well, if coffee girl and I ended up connecting and we met up enough times I was comfortable with her alone, then I would tell Grey about her.
Fuck knew he didn’t fill me in on every hookup he’d had since moving to California—
She stood outside the cafe, her long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, large sunglasses covering her eyes. Still dressed in her work uniform, same as me, but mine was dirty from finishing up the job two blocks away.
I swatted at my thighs, dust from cutting pavers billowing around me while I walked toward her.
While I couldn’t see her eyes, her head swiveled my way, and her smile stole my breath. Could she be any more beautiful?
My legs shook while I moved closer, my own grin making an appearance even though my insides quivered like Jell-O.
“Hi.” She spoke first, her husky tone shooting lust straight to my balls.
“Hi.” I stopped a few feet away, hands shoved in my pockets, mind blank to everything but her. Petite to my six-plus feet. Narrow across the shoulders unlike mine. Fairer hair to my dark.
But those lips slathered in gloss…I hungered for a taste, my damn mouth watering at the thought of flicking my tongue along the lower.
“So.” Her smile widened. “Where did you want to grab some lunch?”
“Oh. Yeah.” I cleared my throat while tearing my focus off her mouth, suddenly wishing to sink into the ground. I hadn’t done any checking into what lay close by. “Um…”
“There’s a sandwich bar a few blocks that way.” She thumbed over her shoulder opposite of where I’d come from.
“Sandwiches are good.” Fuck, I sounded like a moron.
She let out a soft giggle and spun, allowing me an eyeful of her pert little ass.
I bit back a groan and moved to her side, needing to give my libido a break before I stiffened fully and really made a fool of myself.
“I-I never got your name.” I spewed yet another thing that would surely clue her into the fact that I was a total loser.
“Lily.” She offered her hand without losing stride, and I clasped her smooth palm.
Instant electrical currents rushed up my arm, sliding over my torso to tingle my balls.
“Blaine—fuck, you already knew that.”
She laughed again, and I forced myself to release my hold on her. “You have working-man hands.”
“Sorry?”
“Don’t be.” She clenched her fingers I’d held into a tight fist, and like a hopeless romantic, I imagined it was because she wanted to hang onto the feel of me same as I’d done.
I loosened my own clasped hand at my side, letting out a heavy exhale. “I’ve never asked a girl out before,” I blurted, my face heating.
Lily glanced up at me, and I wanted to rip those damn sunglasses off her face so I could see her eyes. “Seriously?”
