Waves of pleasure echoed through me as I climaxed. My body arched back; nipples peaking towards the ceiling. “Ahhhh, that’s so good!” I cried throatily as the spasms wrack thru me.
“Baby your juicy pussy is so tasty; I could lick you for hours. Sucking you is amazing. But you make my dick so fucking hard; I’m aching to be inside you. I have to fuck you now, Beverly,” he breathed.
“Oh, God, Todd. I need you to fuck me!”
Pulling me towards him so my lips met his, he thrust his cock deep inside me, pushing it into my slick passage. I wrapped my arms around his neck as his tool thrust deeper and deeper. The chemistry between us was incredible, and I knew why—our sex was incredible. His cock was so hard, so huge inside my little wet pussy. He kissed my lips with passion as he slowly fucked me, with deep, firm strokes.
“Oh Beverly, baby doll, I can’t hold back any longer.” The pleasure on his face was intense and with one final thrust he releases his load; his creamy sperm milking my pussy and thighs.
Exhausted and spent from the exertion we just lay there next to one another. After a few minutes of heavy breathing and catching our breath, Todd spoke.
“Mmm, you are amazing,” Todd said, wrapping his arms around me. “That was phenomenal.” We got up and shyly smiled at each other. It was surprising how intimacy could bring self-consciousness, yet it was exciting. This was a new milestone in our relationship. I pulled on my panties, jeans, and tank, but didn’t bother with the bra leaving it to dangle over the arm of the couch, where I’d tossed it earlier. Dave would be home soon and with any luck, maybe we would all have a little more fun… Yes, I had to admit, I was being a greedy girl, but who wouldn’t be with two hunks like Todd Becker and Dave Barnes around.
“So,” I said, “I guess we should talk about the WHO group, Richard Dawes and …”
“Yep,” Todd sunk into the couch and pulled me down next to him, wrapping his muscled bicep around my shoulder.
“But first I want to let you know that the more I get to know you, the more I like you, and I love making love to you. You are so special to me Beverly.” His blue eyes sparkled as he pulled me towards him and kissed me softly on the lips.
“I think you are pretty special too, Todd Becker.” I grinned at him.
I heard a key in the door and realized Dave was back. Todd and I smiled at him as he walked in the door.
“How did it go…?” Todd asked.
But Todd never finished his sentence. Just by looking at the misery on Dave’s face, we knew exactly how it had gone.
Shit, I thought inwardly.
Dave looked at us, his eyes darting from me to Todd, taking in our festive mood and my laciest pink bra on the arm of the sofa.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Dave said glumly.
He sat down in one of the chairs, shoulders slumped.
“Well, Dave …” Todd started.
“I said I don’t want to talk about it, Todd.”
“Dave, we need to discuss…”
“Don’t you listen? I said I am not in the mood to discuss this!”
“Maybe I’d better go. We are short staffed at Slice of the Pie tonight, so I need to get there soon anyway,” Todd glanced at Dave. I could see from the look in his eyes he was hoping Dave would tell him to stay, but it wasn’t happening.
“Yeah, maybe you had better go,” Dave replied dully, a cool undertone in his voice.
15
After Todd left, I wasn’t sure what to do. On the one hand Dave was miserable, but Todd had looked pretty upset by Dave’s words when he’d left also. It had hurt to see the light in his baby blue eyes dim and his face so unhappy. But Dave had seemed fine with me staying around. If this was going to work, all of us had to be treated equally. Dave couldn’t treat Todd like he was the third wheel. It upset me that both of my men were down, and made me feel like crap.
“Dave, what happened?”
“Bev, I can’t talk about it right now. Just suffice it to say I didn’t get the job.”
My normally stoic, even-tempered Dave looked completely dejected. I knew he was frustrated with the job search. The roller coaster of finally getting an interview for his dream job and then not receiving an offer was hard to take. I gently rubbed his back with my hands, trying to calm him. I could feel knots of tension in his muscles.
“Hey, there are plenty of other jobs out there,” I said soothingly, pressing the tips of my fingers to his spine.
“It’s not just the job, though that sucks big time, but it’s Gerald also. My mom called and told me he is pretty sick. They thought it was some sort of virus but he’s not getting any better.”
I winced. “Gerald—that’s one of your dads, right?”
“Yeah,” Dave furrowed his brow and put his head in his hands, rubbing his forehead. “It’s just not been the best day.” He glanced up at me. “Look, I know you are off school for the next few days. I’d like to go visit my parents in the Catskills.”