High-Risk Fever (19 page)

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” Todd’s voice came loud and clear, as if he were sitting beside her on the bed.

“W-what are you talking about?”

Either Brian was thick in the head or playing dumb. No, scratch that. She knew him inside out. He was scared to death. A
man
was flirting with him.

And I’m not even feeling jealous
.

No, it didn’t bother her that Brian might cheat on her. It felt normal, like an everyday thing, or something that had been in the cards for some time and she had been too blind to see it coming. She had been going at it with Mica minutes earlier.

How strange. Life was one crazy roller-coaster ride that took you left and right and hung you upside down before you were able to voice your own wishes or make your choices. She smiled, staring at the lit, bluish screen in her hands.

“I’m talking about this.” Todd’s voice was sultry. “You ever been so close to a man?”

Brian cleared his throat. “Um, no, never.”

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Uh, yeah, a bit.”

“I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. I just want you to feel good about it.”

“I’m just not used to…being close to another man.”

“That’s okay. But, yesterday, did you or did you not tell me that you’ve always been interested?”

“Hmm.”

“That you were afraid of what others would say if they found out?”

“M-yeah.”

“No one’s gonna know, now. We’re all alone.”

“I’m just…really fucking nervous. It takes some nerve, just to admit that.”

“It’s all right. I understand. It’s your first time. Maybe if I….”

Silence then Todd’s voice again. “Is it okay, that I hold you like that?”

“Um, I guess.”

“We men are no different than women. We like hugs, too. We enjoy holding and being held by another person.”

“Yeah.”

“You smell good. You smell like
man
. I love it.” A long sniff followed. “I knew you’d smell that good.”

She closed her eyes and breathed in with Todd. This was going to be interesting. And maybe even arousing. Images played in her mind of the gorgeous Greek-godlike blond with the emerald eyes holding her own beloved man in his arms, approaching until their lips met, kissing him softly.

No. Kissing hungrily, full-on, with their wet tongues dancing together. Heat rushed through her stomach. After the treatment Mica had given her only minutes ago, she was easy to turn on. She resisted a need to fondle her breasts, wanting to give the luminous phone all her attention.

“Oh.” Brian sounded surprised.

“Do you like that?”

“Your hands are cold.”

“It’s only your chest. Wait till I get farther down.” Todd chuckled. “Did you know I’ve wanted to touch you for a long time? I knew you had to be large like this, and so fucking muscular. Oh, and what stiff nipples you have. Mmm. Do you like what I’m doing?”

Brian grunted low. “M-maybe we should close the garage door?”

More laughter. “You mean you want me to continue?”

“Um, I guess I don’t mind.”

“
You guess you don’t mind?
Looks to me like you’re enjoying it. From this bulge here, I mean.”

“Oh, fuck!”

Todd laughed. “Yeah, fuck indeed. You’re ready for it! So hard!”

A low groan of protest. “Don’t touch me there.”

“Why? You like it, silly. Can’t hide it from me. C’mon, say it. Say you love my hand on your cock.”

“Leave me be. I mean it.”

“No fucking way! Admit you like it. Or I’ll squeeze….”

“Ouch, man. That was a bitch.”

More self-satisfied laughter. “A bitch I am, yeah.”

Brian chuckled too, then moaned low. “Holy mother of Christ. I-I really think we should close the garage door.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we won’t be seen. Just stand still against the wall—right here—and no one will be able to see anything from the street.”

“Fuck, man. We can’t do that. It would create total fucking havoc in the village if they knew—”

“Okay, then. Wait a sec.”

Footsteps, and a small silence.

The loud grazing of wood against asphalt filled the phone, followed by a heavy metallic clonk as the two garage doors collided. Then approaching footsteps, echoing in the confined space, and Brian’s insecure voice. “I-I can’t see you.”

“I’m right here. There, feel me?

Brian gave a short, surprised laugh. “Yeah.”

“We’re all alone now.”

“I know.”

“You okay with it?”

“I guess. Just don’t rush things, all right. I’m so totally
not
used to this.”

“Think you can get used to
this?
”

Brian grunted. “Having your hands on me? You gotta be kidding me. I’ve never….”

Anne smiled, unsure if his voice sounded constricted from nervousness, or because whatever Todd did to him felt so good he worried about shouting.

A
ziiiip
followed. Uh, oh. Right down to business.

She imagined Brian leaning his head back against the wall, eyes closed, enjoying the unfamiliar ministrations of the younger man. From his rapid breathing, Todd was already masturbating him. She recalled the sight from the attic, the way Todd had stroked Mica’s thick shaft, apparently knowing what he was doing. That boy would get Brian where he wanted in a beat.

Todd chuckled. “You can close your eyes if you want to.”

“Yeah. Fuck. I can’t believe I’m lettin’ you do this.”

She couldn’t believe her ears, either, but her chest filled with happiness for Brian. He was coming out of the closet today. In more ways than one.
Coming
. And to think she was hearing the whole thing. If only he had installed a camera inside the garage like he’d said he would a while ago, connected to her phone, she could have watched the whole scene, too!

“Now that I got you all prepared.” Todd’s voice sounded constricted. “I’m gonna have a taste of the goodies, if you don’t mind.”

“Ooooh....”

“Do you?”

“Do I what? Like it?”

“That, too.” Todd gave another chuckle. “But do you mind if I put my wet lips around your hard cock? I really, really want to taste you.”

“Shiiiiit, the things you make me do.”

“You don’t have to do anything, buddy. I’m taking care of it all. There, lemme show you.”

The sound of someone’s knees cracking. Anne grinned, picturing Todd kneeling on the cement floor and putting Brian’s thick, erect cock into his mouth. Maybe even grabbing his balls with the other hand.

Here we go. The big deal, mon chéri!

Brian gasped loud. “Oh, you do that so well.”

A sucking sound followed then Todd’s teasing voice. “Do what?”

“What you’re doing.” Brian grunted.

“Ha ha, sucking your cock? I
love
it. You taste so fucking good, man. And that, did you feel it? When I knead your balls?”

“Yeah, Jeee-sus!”

“Does it feel good?”

“Don’t stop!”

“Okay, buddy. Your orders.”

“Oh fuck, man, oh fuck. You’re gonna make me…I’m so….”

Silence, followed by more suckling and Todd’s repetitive, “Mmm, mmm.”

Then Brian’s groans. “Oh, oh, oh.” And more groans. And more. She knew him so well, her husband. He was coming, spewing shot after shot of white cum into Todd’s wide-open mouth. She could almost see the scene, it sounded so real.

What a vision! Her pussy muscles clenched.

She opened her eyes and gave the phone in her hand a last look. Now she would let the men do whatever they were going to do next in well-deserved privacy.

Finally pressing End Call, she leaned back on the bed and eased into the sheets, her feet still on the floor. Enveloped by the soft, warm fabric, she closed her eyes again with a deep sigh, dropped the phone beside her, and moved a hand between her thighs. Only minutes ago, Mica had come inside her while she shook like an earthquake, milking his cock till the last drop.

Her hand met wetness. His semen had glided down. She followed the wet trail up to her still-swollen folds and slid a finger inside her throbbing pussy. Familiar heat rushed through her, making her crave more.

But, first, she wanted to taste Mica. Collecting a little semen on the tip, she brought her finger back to her mouth and licked it clean. Mmm. Salty, thick, rich. It was the first time she’d tasted him. She wanted more.

Mon Dieu
, what she would do to have him join her, spreading her legs wider with his cock ready to play, and doing her one more time. Now she would have to finish what the two men in the garage started for her, on her own.

It wouldn’t take long. She had acquired much experience in the matter lately.

And thanks to the not-so-unfortunate bicycle theft, they had a whole new day together. She promised she would find an opportunity to make Mica pay for his current absence. She would make him jolt inside her again, and, together with him, she would scream at the top of her lungs.

After dinner, Anne tiptoed up the stairs with the grace of a dancer, so tipsy her high heels barely touched the ground and her brain floated somewhere just below ceiling level. The black knee-length silk dress she wore for the evening flapped with each step.

As the other guests had chosen to eat out, Brian, Mica, Todd, and she had the entire house to themselves.

Brian had served delicious Kir Royal for apéritif—the finest champagne with a measure of blackcurrant liqueur—and the foursome enjoyed the fresh, fruity beverage so much they stuck to it throughout dinner instead of a more appropriate wine for the mutton stew. The cocktail encouraged lively conversation, with everyone laughing and making jokes. Even shameless glances and sexual innuendos flew across the table between Todd and Brian, and between Mica and herself. Was something brewing for the evening?

She’d purposely had too much to drink. The boys planned to buy new bicycle parts in Montargis tomorrow morning and then leave. An inevitable fact. If not for the alcohol swirling in her veins, making her lightheaded and a bit careless, it would be hard to keep her sadness at bay.

Hmm, right
. She swallowed and blinked on her way to the bathroom because tears did nonetheless press behind her eyes. Damned pain. Thank God household duties called, so she’d had a good excuse to leave the men downstairs. She had started laundry earlier and needed to transfer the wet clothes to the dryer.

As she opened the bathroom door and turned the light on, the loud rumbling of a turbine greeted her. The washer stood next to the sink, its vibrations running through the linoleum floor and tickling her feet. It would be done in a few minutes.

The mirror reflected her beautiful evening dress, its sparkling black silk filling the room with glamour. Her generous cleavage had attracted looks from all around the table tonight, and she’d enjoyed the attention, but what did that help if two of the men were leaving?

She went to the sink and leaned forward to check her makeup. Shiny brown eyes returned her intense look.

But why are you so sad?

Considering the incredible and most unexpected events of the day, she shouldn’t complain. She and Mica had had the best sex ever, and Brian had been given a blow job by another man. What could possibly top that? Well, she could invite them all for a new foursome act, but she had a feeling seeing the boys again now would hurt her, and that was strictly not necessary. The best thing she could do was stay away from them until they left the house. Keep busy, have a few more drinks, and go to bed without further thoughts of what would happen in the morning. Then continue her life with Brian and—

The door opened, making her jump. She met Todd’s surprised look in the mirror.

“Oh, sorry!” His emerald eyes wide, he tried to retreat but bumped into Mica who stood right behind him in the doorframe.

“Vat iz ze problèm?” Using a mock French accent, Mica gazed from one to the other with a teasing grin.

“None.” She smiled back and turned around to face the guys, her hands on the side of the sink. “None at all.”

Just seeing him again—his charming smirk of self-confidence, the gorgeous Mediterranean features, and the gleam of intelligence in his black pupils—made her feel so much better. Sick or not, his presence lit up every room he walked into. And he had promised to stay in touch, hadn’t he? So they would meet again someday. No reason to be depressed.

“You should close the door.” Todd scratched his head, looking somewhat sheepish.

“Hmm, but I’m just doing the laundry.” With her pulse beating a little faster, she exchanged a glance with Mica.

No, it was more than a glance. From the way he held her look, that panther had things on his mind. He was either recalling what had happened in the attic, or imagining what he would do if alone with her now. What better way to light her fuse!

She took a deep breath, the gesture making her breasts swell in the black silk, and drifted her gaze toward Todd. “Maybe I’m the one interrupting
you
. You guys wanted to use the bathtub?”

Todd’s jaw tensed as if he was trying to withhold something then he burst out in a large grin and turned to Mica.

His partner in crime grinned back and cocked his head, eating her with his eyes. “Uh-huh. We thought we have a bath. You not know how long this weather last. Suddenly, bang! We out of power.” He turned to peek into the hall, right and left, his long, black hair swaying with the movements, then closed the door and pivoted back, agile like a feline. “No power, no shower.”

“Ah.” She couldn’t hold back another smile. He was up to something.

She glanced at Todd, who stood between them, gazing from one to the other. Images of him sucking Brian’s cock in the garage earlier flashed through her mind. Just recalling Brian’s groans over the phone as he came, her interest was piqued. The alcohol made her brain dance, giving her a boost of boldness.

“Don’t let me stop you.” She kept her voice level. “I’ll just stand here and wait for the machine to stop.”

Todd shrugged. “Okay.”