FrenchQuarter.htm by Alexander Lacey (good fiction books to read TXT) 📗

than stroking; he was slowly easing his thumb inside, opening her, entering her through a new little hole. Liz could barely comprehend the added pleasure, the sense of being doubly fucked, of having so many good, hot invasions of her body at one time. As she moved against his cock, she now also moved against his thumb, and the near-ecstasy was electrified by this new intimacy.

Waves of heat radiated out through her clit, the sensations wildly intensified by the sweet pressure in her ass. So powerful, so unstoppable. And then—oh God, yes—his entry in that second hole pushed her over the edge. The climax broke hard and fast and furious, her whole body pulsing with nearly-violent spasms that left her so overwhelmed she nearly crumpled to the shower floor. But Jack held her up, held her steady through the consuming pleasure, his arms tight around her waist now as he continued to move his hot column in and out of her wetness in long, deep strokes.

As her orgasm faded to contentment, though, his thrusts grew stronger again, harder, pummeling her pussy with drive after drive of his big cock, filling her, making her scream with each powerful stroke. And then he moaned, deep and low, and she knew he was coming, too—he fucked her faster, even harder, groaning his powerful release near her ear and filling her with satisfaction to know she’d taken him there.

Finally, he went still, just holding her around the waist as they both panted their relief, and Liz murmured, “Thank God Todd has a thing for strippers. Otherwise, I’d never have met you—I’d never have found out exactly how good sex can be.”

* * * * *

Once the mind-numbing fun in the shower had ended, Liz had to face an unpleasant task. “I need to call my parents and tell them I broke up with Todd,” she explained to Jack over the breakfast of bacon and eggs he’d whipped up. He wore a pair of cotton drawstring pants and she’d donned one of his t-shirts so they could sit out on the balcony and enjoy the morning air.

He looked up after shoveling a forkful of eggs into his mouth. “Haven’t done that yet, huh?”

She gave him a chastising look. “When would I have had time? I’ve been at work every day and with you every night.” Then she sighed. “It was nice not to have to think about it, nice to have you to take it off my mind. But today’s Saturday and I’m going to use the weekend to get my life back in order.”

“Back in order how?”

She took a sip of orange juice and wished uselessly that this was her life. This balcony overlooking this historical, legendary street of sin. This man who fucked her so well and then even fed her so well afterward. It was a fleeting, silly thought, so she pushed it from her mind. “Well, besides making that phone call, I need to move some of my stuff out of the house. I called Lynda from work yesterday, and she’s offered to let me move in with her, so that’s a good solution for now.”

Jack nodded. “I agree—I’m glad to see you gettin’ outta there. That guy rubs me the wrong way.”

Liz shook her head. “He’s not a horrible person or anything. He didn’t take my decision well the other day, but I guess it was a shock to him. Now that he’s had some time to absorb it, things will probably go smoother from here on out.”

Jack looked doubtful. “I hope you’re right.” He finished a strip of bacon, looking at her across the table. “If you need a lift, I can—”

“Not necessary,” she said. It was a nice gesture, but she was a big girl and she didn’t want to begin depending on Jack too much. The truth was, it was a little scary, the feelings she’d developed for him over the past days. And she certainly didn’t need to risk him thinking she was going to be needy, or clingy. Unfortunately, she’d been down that road before, with other guys, and it never ended well. She and Jack had fucked each other’s brains out these last couple of nights, but it hadn’t come with promises and she thought she’d do well not to expect any. “I’ll grab a cab.”

As they kissed goodbye at Jack’s door a little while later, Liz couldn’t help noticing that it was perhaps the most tender kiss they had yet shared. Jack lifted his hands to her face and gently lowered his mouth over hers. “You’re sure you don’t need any help gettin’ your stuff out of the house with that guy there?”

She nodded. “He might not even be home. Sometimes he plays racquetball on Saturday morning.”

“All right,” Jack replied. “But since your day doesn’t sound like much fun, why don’t you come back tonight and I’ll make dinner for you. We’ll try somethin’ different and stay in.”

She grinned. “You’re just afraid that if we hit the streets, you’ll get all hot and ready to fuck me and I’ll stretch it out again, make you wait.”

He answered with a smile. “I thought I proved to you last night that you don’t always get to be the one in charge, chere.”

She acted playfully smug. “We’ll see about that.”

He kissed her again, then whispered low and sexy in her ear. “Au revoir ‘til tonight.”

* * * * *

An hour later, Liz sat in a claw-footed chair in Lynda’s parlor—an old-fashioned name for a fittingly old-fashioned room. The front room of her friend’s historic home was done in burgundy and goldenrod, and filled with elegant antique furniture.

“Pardon me for saying,” Lynda began with a tentative grin, “but you look like a woman who’s seen a lot of action lately.”

It wasn’t hard to discern why. Glancing down at herself, Liz saw yesterday’s suit, marked with more than a few wrinkles, and one of her stockings now sported a long run. She raised her eyebrows. “Caught me in