Feast on Me (3 page)

David put down his newspaper
and reached across the table to still my hand. “We don’t have to do
this. I would never push you to do something you’re truly
uncomfortable with.”

I looked into his eyes, so full
of concern. “No, I want this too.”

David’s smile as he lifted my
hand to his mouth and kissed the back of my fingers was all I
needed to reassure me. I had made the right decision. I wanted this
because he wanted it. For us.

***

We met Alex in a quiet little
café. Not the trendiest place in our neighborhood, but their almond
butter pancakes topped with fruit and crème fraiche were to die
for.

I considered Alex as I sipped
my coffee. His blond hair was shorter these days, but his gaze
still pinned me in place whenever it fell on me. He’d made no
mention of a woman in his life. I had to know.

“
So you came
home alone? No girlfriend or wife?”

“
No... Never
met anyone that compared with you.” Alex challenged my warning
glare before his gaze softened, and he winked.

He turned to David and grinned.
“You know I’ve always had a thing for your wife, don’t you?”

David’s laugh at Alex’s quip
sounded like he believed it was just that, a harmless bit of fun.
At least, I thought he had. But when the waitress brought our
pancakes, David ate one-handed as his other rested proprietarily on
my leg, just above the knee.

I wondered if he felt the
tension in me. I needed to calm myself. Unable to look at Alex, I
kept my eyes fixed firmly on my food as I willed my body to
relax.

Always so in tune with my emotions, David sensed
as I became more at ease and slid his palm around to my inner
thigh. Needing the reassurance of his touch, I inched closer to the
edge of my seat and opened my legs a little wider. The firm brush
of his fingertips as he stroked them up and down my slit through my
panties made me wet.

We made the ten minute walk
home in silence. I felt David’s growing need in the tightness of
his grip around my hand.

We’d barely made it through the
front door before he grabbed me by the shoulders, propelled me into
the kitchen and bent me over the central island. He pulled down my
panties and gave my ass a good spanking, then fucked me hard from
behind and scissored my clit until I screamed out my climax.

Chapter
Three

David placed a hand on the top
of my head and held it there for a moment before he crossed the
room and sat in the armchair to wait.

Maybe this pause was to allow
me a few moments to mentally prepare, maybe to spur my desire, but
I needed neither. I was ready. My body already keened with
need.

As the clock on the mantle
chimed the hour, the door opened and closed. Alex and David greeted
each other.

“
So what’s on
the menu tonight?” Alex asked as he lifted the silver dome that
covered their appetizer. The small metallic chime as it tapped
against the side of the china plate hummed until he placed it down
on the credenza. “Oysters?” he huffed. “I think I can guarantee I
won’t have any trouble getting it up.”

“
Good.” There
was something strange about David’s laugh. “Because I want you to
fuck her hard.”

I all but smooshed the
strawberry to a mushy pulp I clenched so hard around it.

They crossed to the table and
flapped out their napkins as they took their seats. The crunching
of the seal being broken was followed by the ‘pssst’ sound as the
cap on a bottle was unscrewed. The sparkling water fizzed and
glugged as it poured into their glasses. They didn’t drink. Alcohol
dulls the senses.

There was no talk as they
performed the ritualistic consumption of the oysters: shucked open,
juices slurped down, the soft, slippery centers sucked from their
shells.

Later, crockery clattered as
they cleared away their plates after their entree, then they retook
their seats. Seemingly oblivious to the naked woman that lay
between them, they sipped their water and chatted about the things
men talk of.

But this was all part of the
game.

They weren’t unaware or
unaffected. The air vibrated with their arousal; their desire.

And there had been touching:
absent-minded caresses, fingertips trailed through the chocolate
and juices along the sides of my thighs and ass. Alex’s response to
something David said hung in the air as he sucked off the
sweetness.

As if an agreement had been
reached telepathically, they scraped back their chairs.

Warm wet tongues flattened on
my skin. My lungs held my breath captive as they began a slow,
synchronized licking of my legs, up my shins and over my knees.

They lapped two wet paths up my
thighs and belly, and scooped up the fruity slivers. Alex paused to
suck up the little pool of juice that had gathered in my navel.

My back arched as teeth grazed
my nipples and bit off the pineapple ring from each of my
breasts.

“
That just
leaves the strawberry.”

“
May I?” Alex
asked.

“
You’ll be
fucking her later, so why not?”

My thighs quivered as Alex’s
lips closed over my pussy. The elongated ‘Mmmm’ sound he made as he
sucked out the strawberry vibrated against my clit.

“
Put the
soles of your feet together and lower your knees ‘til they touch
the table.”

I complied with David’s order.
A steady rhythm pulsed between my thighs and my pelvic muscles
contracted in anticipation. My pussy ached with the need to be
filled.

“
I bet your
cunt is soaking.” David’s hot breath fanned my cheek. “He’s going
to finger-fuck you, and you will come because I allow
it.”

My body spasmed the instant
Alex slid two fingers inside me.

“
Slowly,”
David commanded. “Make her really want it.”

Alex withdrew his fingers and
slowly pushed them back in up to the second knuckle, over and over.
The exquisite torture as he rubbed against the hub of nerves had me
peaking. My rising need escaped my mouth in a long moan.

“
I think
someone wants it hard,” David murmured in my ear. “You can answer
me.”

“
Yes,” I
exhaled the word. “Please.”

“
Fuck her
hard and fast,” he told Alex.

My hips strained upwards as I
reached for release, every exhale a growled moan as Alex’s fingers
pistoned into me. When he pressed his thumb against my clit, I came
with a guttural groan that became a plaintive whine as the motion
of his fingers slowed and he continued to circle over my clit. He
drained every drop of my climax.

I lay there, my head still
mussed by my orgasm, only vaguely aware of the sound of running
water in the en-suite bathroom.

David was at my side a moment
later. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said softly, as he helped me
to stand.

I leaned against the table as
he carefully wiped the warm, wet facecloths over every inch of my
body, cleaning off the sticky residue of the fruit and sauce.

After he toweled me dry, he
held me close; his chin resting on the top of my head.

David’s steady heartbeat
thudded beneath my hands. The weave of his suit pants felt rough
against the sensitized skin of my thighs. I longed to run my hands
beneath his crisp, cotton shirt and tease my fingers in the soft
hairs on his chest. I wanted him naked and inside me, but knew I
must wait until he was ready to take me.

I sensed the transition in him
even before he spoke.

David inhaled deeply and
released his breath in a long, slow exhale. He clasped his hands
around my shoulders and held me away from his body.

“
She’s all
yours.”

Released from David’s clasp, I
swayed a little on my feet, confused by his dismissal. I thought
this was all going to be under his instruction. Now he was giving
Alex carte blanche with me?

I tensed at the sounds of Alex
undressing: the clump of his shoes as he kicked them off, the
jingle of his belt buckle, the crumpling of his of clothes being
tossed over the back of one of the dining chairs.

Alex’s breath warmed my face as
he hooked a lock of hair behind my ear. I trembled as he traced his
middle finger down my spine, and came to rest at the rise of my
behind.

“
All mine,”
he whispered, his mouth close to my ear. “I’ve never stopped
wanting you.”

I moaned softly as he pulled me
into him. I wanted him too.

“
There are so
many things I want to do to you,” Alex groaned. “I want to spank
your gorgeous ass until it’s rosy red and my palm is stinging. I
want to tie you up and flog you just to hear you moan in ecstasy,
but there isn’t time. David has us on the clock.”

What?

“
But I can
taste you.”

Goose bumps followed in the
wake of his touch that feathered down my sides as he lowered to his
knees. He eased my legs apart and ran his tongue from my knee to
the soft flesh of my inner thigh, before repeating the slow lick up
my other leg.

My pussy pulsed as he pressed
his mouth against my slit in a soft kiss. He gently spread me open
with his fingers and lapped at my inner flesh; already slick with
need. Ripples of pleasure spiraled through me as he sucked and
licked. He flicked his tongue over my clit and teased my pussy as
it dipped inside.

My legs buckled beneath me and
I sank against his shoulders as I clawed at his hair.

Alex’s hum of approval vibrated
against my swollen lips. When he took my engorged clit in his mouth
and sucked hard, I was lost.

A white wall of sensation
engulfed me, pulling me down and I fell helplessly into the
whirlpool of pleasure with a long low moan.

As my orgasm subsided, Alex
tugged me down to straddle his thighs. He held my face between his
palms and pressed his mouth to mine. His lips felt soft and
bruised, and I tasted myself on them and his tongue that tangled
with mine.

“
Just as
sweet as I’d imagined,” he murmured.

His erection twitched against
my abdomen, sending little darts of sensation pulsating down to my
pussy. I wanted to taste him too, to have him in my mouth, to feel
him hit the back of my throat. Wanted to lick and suck him to
climax, and swallow him.

His cock throbbed against my
palm as I closed my hand around it. He moved his hands from my face
to weave his fingers in my hair.

I kissed a path down the
smooth, soft skin in the valley between his small hard pecs and
over his tightly toned abs.

Alex gasped. His body tensed as
I touched the base of his cock with my tongue and began a slow and
steady lick up to the crown.

“
No.”

David’s sudden bark startled
me. A tremor of fear shivered down my spine as guilt wrapped itself
around my heart and squeezed. I’d forgotten he was there.

“
Remember our
deal, Alex.”

Deal? What deal?

I had no time to ponder this as
Alex shifted us to a standing position. He scooped me up into his
arms and carried me the few paces necessary to deposit me on the
bed.

I heard the tell-tale crinkle
of foil as he tore the condom from the packet, then the mattress
dipped as he crawled between my legs. The tip of his cock skimmed
my inner thigh, and teased my slit.

Desire
flooded my pussy that ached for him. I clasped my hands around his
ass and urged him in. “Alex,
please
,” I whispered.

His breath warmed my face as he
exhaled. “Christ, I’ve waited so long.” He pushed in slowly, all
the way, and started to move inside me.

It felt glorious. Just as I had
imagined it so many times.

Alex clasped an ankle and drew
my right leg up and over his shoulder. The slight shift in position
opened me further and I moaned at the delicious fullness as he slid
in deeper still.

This wasn’t the kink I’d been
expecting. This wasn’t Alex the Dom commanding. I wasn’t his sub
obeying. Alex, the man, was making love to me, and I surrendered
under the tenderness of his touch. He roamed his hands over my body
as he caressed and kneaded, and scattered soft kisses on my
skin.

Alex’s languid thrusts urged me
to take that final step into oblivion. As he slipped his hand
between our bodies, he lowered his head, his cheek pressed against
mine. “I love you, Jess,” he murmured. “Always have, always will.’
He rolled his thumb over my swollen nub. “Come for me.”

My body writhed, and I spasmed
around him as my heart shattered. Tears ran from beneath the
blindfold and flowed down the sides of my face.

But mine weren’t the only tears
that fell.

Alex’s body shuddered; my name
a whispered prayer that softly left his lips as he climaxed.

He held me tightly to him for a
moment as our hearts beat together; then slowly eased out with a
small sigh of regret.

Cool air breathed over my
heated skin as he lifted his body from mine and slid from the bed,
leaving me bereft and empty.

I heard the rustle of his
clothes as he gathered them from the back of the chair and dressed
quickly. Then his soft footfalls crossed the room and he opened the
door.

The latch clicked past the
strike plate, and a tiny piece of my heart closed off as the door
shut behind him.

I turned onto my side and drew
my knees into my chest as my throat constricted, and fresh tears
threatened to fall.

The squeaking sound of taps
being turned on in the en-suite bathroom and the rush of water as
it gushed into the tub brought me back to reality.