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Authors: Heather Peters

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Did he just gasp?

"Beautiful,” he whispered, and stood. He walked toward her, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Shane.” She loved saying his name, loved his body, his hands, his hair. Loved all of him.

"Tell me what you want.” He faced her, yet didn't touch her, yet.

Tell him, Ava. Tell him your deepest fantasy.

"Come here,” she murmured, and he stepped forward, waiting for her next command.

"On your knees.” She pushed his shoulder to the floor.

Grabbing all the courage she had, she took a deep breath and opened her legs. “Taste me, Shane.” She grabbed his hair. “Want me."

"I do want you, Ava,” he whispered. “More than I've ever wanted anything in my whole fucking life.” He dropped to the floor and with two thumbs spread her swollen lips. Placing his tongue on her bare mound, he licked and kissed, while Ava shivered and fought to keep her legs from collapsing. Swirling his tongue into her waiting, wet slit, she caught her breath.

"Spread yourself wider for me. I need to touch that hot little clit,” he urged, one finger plunging into her wet channel and his palms pressed into her ass, pushing her further to his mouth to devour her.

She took a deep breath and stilled, blood rushing through her veins like a runaway freight train.
Oh God, I'm going to die.

"Just a few seconds more baby, come for me. So beautiful you are, drenched in your own juices, and I'm going to drink every drop of you until there's no more. Then I'll start all over again."

The sound of his words pushed, no shoved Ava over the edge of a cliff she couldn't wait to breach. Her body released a climax from the touch of his tongue and she nearly fell on top of him.

"I got you,” she was led to his king sized bed, still kissing him, still feeling the aftershocks of her climax.

"My turn,” he murmured. Dropping his jeans to the floor, he settled his body on the edge of the bed. He spread his legs wide, his cock pointing straight up. Ava knelt in front of him, hungry for the taste of him, and cupped his long erection.

Shane growled at her touch. “I'm burning up, Ava, put out the fire. Go down on me, honey. I need to be in your mouth, between those beautiful lips."

She lowered her mouth to his engorged cock, purple and ready. She teasingly licked the top until a drop of moisture beaded his crown, then opened her mouth and took him all.

"Ah, damn, Ava. Suck me dry, you're driving me wild."

Ava slid one hand on his twin sacks and found them high and hard. She cupped them and licked the bulging vein on the underside of his cock. The more Shane pushed, the more she relaxed so that she could devour more of him. He was long and thick, and just thinking about sucking him until he came made her even wetter. She devoured him until her throat could take no more. His groans of pleasure and arousal made her want to give him everything.

"Oh I'm close, so close. More, Ava.” He grabbed her hair and pulled her closer. When he stilled, she drank him in, devoured his desire until not a drop remained.

"Spread those gorgeous legs for me.” He took her hands and guided them to his thick spindled head board. “Hold on and don't let go.” He was in command now. She obeyed, naked, exposed to him in a way she'd never been to any man.

He left the bed to gather items from a bedside table. Ava felt her juices run at the thought of what would come next. Her nipples stood out as if in invitation, and her heart raced in anticipation. She rocked with excitement. What would he do to her? What could he do to her?

"Remember we talked about a safe word, honey?” As he walked from one side of the bed, tying her wrists and ankles to the posts, she nodded.

"I remember."

"Give me a word, a silly word, anything, so that if you feel uncomfortable, you just say that word and I stop, okay?"

She licked her suddenly dry lips, not out of fear, but out of anticipation. “Okay."

"So, what'll it be?"

"Oreos.” She puffed out a small laugh.

Eyebrows raised, he nodded. “All right, Oreos it is."

She wished he'd hurry up and get back to kissing her and whatever else he had in mind.

She didn't have to wait long.

The music seemed softer now, a lighter jazz filling the air. He knelt naked between her legs, and lifted her hips.

"Have you ever had anal sex, Ava? Ever been ass fucked?"

Ava stilled. No, she never had. But Shane was holding what she knew was an anal probe. A long stick with four beads in graduated sizes.

"I'll make it good for you Baby, don't worry."

She watched him lube up her puckered opening and place oil on the probe. “Remember,” he told her softly as the first bead, about the size of a marble, slid into her rear. “Breathe out, baby, it will go easier. All you have to do is say the safe word, and I stop, okay?"

She nodded and inhaled as the second larger bead slowly slid into her. Ava felt a little pressure, but no pain. In fact, pleasure was building within her like a rising tide.

"Just go with it and breathe again, okay sweetheart?"

"Yes,” she whispered, and obeyed as Shane poured more oil on her puckered hole, then pushed a third larger bead entered her. The pressure was building and warm pussy juice dribbled down her leg.

"You are so amazing.” He slid the fourth and final bead inside her, and left it there.

"Shane?” Sensation flooded her.

"I'm here, Ava."

He crawled between her legs, his hands holding a thin chain connecting two clamps as he moved to her aching nipples, and fastened them. Ava nearly came off the bed as she exploded from the inside out.

"I'm going to drain you of every drop of your sweet juice, and I'm going to fuck you while the beads fuck your ass. What do you think of that?"

She couldn't talk, couldn't breathe. She just gave over to the sensations reeling inside her. Her nipples throbbed in time with her heart beat. Her ass burned with pleasure and pain. She swallowed hard and found her voice. “Shane, don't make me wait."

"Why the rush?” he teased. “I love your pussy, love to suck and fuck it."

"Shane!"

He chuckled for a moment, then grew serious. “Hold on tight honey."

Replacing his tongue with his cock, he drove into her, and Ava let out a cry of pleasure. The combination of the beads burning and stretching her ass and his cock ripped her apart with a powerful orgasm so strong, she thought she'd die.

She burned when the nipple clamps were removed and replaced with Shane's amazing mouth. He suckled her, and lightly bit on those pebble hard buttons, while he buried himself inside hot wet walls, high and deep.

His hips pistoned inside her, harder, faster, stronger, and Ava was right there with him, drenched in her own juices, and drunk on pleasure as Shane took her higher.

His fingers threaded through her hair and held her close to his face. “You are burning me to the ground, Ava,” he told her. “You're so close I can feel your pussy clenching me. Squeeze me Ava, squeeze me until I can't breathe."

Ava managed a nod and held on to him for dear life. “Please?"

"All I want to do is please you, honey.” And with that, he stroked her while his thumb pressed into her clit, and she came apart.

"Ah. . . . “ she cried, as Shane stilled, arched his back and groaned long and hard with his own completion.

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Chapter Eight

At the bar Ava found Elena preparing clean glasses for the evening crowd. She wiggled her eyebrows at Ava, who smiled.

"What?"

"Oh, aren't you the sly one? Taking the young and luscious Shane Sullivan and making him your lover in less than a week?"

Ava picked up a dish towel and wiped the inside of a beer mug. She shook her head, still amazed at the turn of circumstances. “I care for him, El.” She sighed as a delicious ache settled in her pussy, as if he were still inside her. Every pore in her body was still sore from their lovemaking, and Ava had never felt so alive. “What a stroke of luck for us to find each other that night."

Elena laughed and grabbed Ava's hand that was holding the cloth. “Luck? Ava, sweetheart, luck had nothing to do with it. When I saw him looking at you from table five, I approached him. He ordered a beer, and seemed interested in you. So I thought it couldn't hurt to tell him it was your birthday and you were celebrating your brand new divorce. I asked him to buy you a drink and he agreed. The next thing I know, he's approaching you and the chemistry between the both of you was so obvious, I just let nature take its course. So, in essence, he was your birthday gift from me. Glad it worked out so well for the both of you. You may thank me now for your ‘boy toy'."

Ava's legs wobbled and her heart raced. She dropped the cloth to the bar, pulled her wrist from Elena's grip, and gripped the edge of the bar for balance. “My gift? You mean you paid him to talk to me? Everything he did was an act?"

"No, no sweetie. I just gave him a push. He said he remembered you from a Christmas party when you were still married to the ex."

"But the fact remains that for all intents and purposes, he gave me a pity fuck.” Ava felt sick. Her stomach heaved and her head throbbed with dull pain, threatening to explode.

She brought her palms to her temples to stop the pounding
. I should have known
. She'd been fooling herself the whole entire time. Shane Sullivan didn't want the overweight, forty year old divorcee whose husband had ran away with Shane's fiancee.

"Oh my God, what have I done?” Anger and embarrassment ate at her. All the memories of the time spent with Shane swirled before her eyes like a broken kaleidoscope. She'd opened herself to him, body and soul. She'd fallen in love with him in such a short time, stripped for him, fucked and sucked him, allowed him to touch every inch of her flesh, and had allowed him to ingrain himself into her heart.

I had sex with him on a fucking pool table!

A.J. was right. She should have listened to him.

I'm a stupid, foolish woman. What the hell was I thinking?

Was he having a good laugh at her expense? Get back at Dick by fucking the rejected wife?

Elena caught her around the waist. “I'm sorry Ava. Did I say something wrong?"

"Hey, ladies."

Shane. A smile graced that handsome face and those lying eyes, as he held a huge bouquet of roses in his large fingers.

Ava broke free from Elena, who turned and walked away. Her feet urged her to move toward him.

"Hi gorgeous, these are for you."

She stood toe to toe with him, had to look up to see that face and try not to fall apart when her eyes met his own. She took the roses from his hand, and threw them across the room.

"How could you come here after what you've done?"

To his credit, Shane looked absolutely guileless. “What I've done?” His smile vanished.

"Don't play me for the fool. At least be honest enough to admit that you took pity on the newly divorced forty year old, and charmed her into your bed. I trusted you. I opened myself up to you, and you just smiled and played along. And in the process, you got laid too, didn't you?"

Heads turned at her tirade, but she didn't care. She just wanted to be alone. But, it was not to be.

Shane grabbed her and led her into the empty area where they'd made love on the pool table.

He fucked me all night on that table.

He held her arms in a death grip to keep her in place. She wanted to run, to scream to hit him, anything to make her feel better. But she was forced to listen.

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. Yeah, Elena told me it was your birthday, and yes, she asked me to buy you a drink and cheer you up."

Ava pulled from him but at the same time, missed his touch, his kiss, the way he smelled of spice.

"Look at me Ava. Look at me,” he shook her arms, and she had no choice but to meet his gaze.

"But what we did, what we shared, was no act. I wanted you, and I pursued you. What's the difference if it was planned?.

"Let me go."

"No. Listen to me, damn it. This is just an excuse to break things off, isn't it? You're so hung up on this age thing a guy like me can't possibly be attracted to you? I'm right, aren't I? Look, I don't care how old you are. Fuck that. You are the most sexual, passionate woman I've ever known. Your body is lush and hot and inviting, and I haven't been able to think of anything else since we've been together."

"Get out."

"Not until you hear me out."

"I've heard enough, Shane."

"You're not the only one who was hurt.” The boom of his voice stopped her. “My fiancee cheated on me, too. She destroyed me when she left me for an older guy. Her boss, no less. How fucking stereotypical is that? So you're forty and divorced. I'm twenty nine, and was screwed over by a woman I thought loved me. You think you're a failure, try living with the fact that you've been dumped for a fucking forty five year old asshole."

Ava stood still as a stone. The pain in his voice brought tears to her eyes. Yes, we've both been there.
No, don't fall for his empty words. He played you, felt sorry for you.

Yet, she couldn't move.

"Yeah, I've had women since Brittany left. I don't have to be cajoled or forced into fucking a woman because I feel sorry for her."

Did he read my mind?

"What about you? Maybe you fucked me because I'm young and available. Yeah, maybe you saw a younger guy and you figured, I'll fuck him for a while, have some fun, and move on to the next asshole. Maybe you're one of those cougars. An older woman who prowls for younger guys.

She stomped her foot. “Shane, that's ridiculous, you're turning this around on me. I can't talk to you now. Just leave me alone."

He let her go so fast she nearly fell back. “Yeah, I'm going."

She wrapped her arms around herself. Her voice broke, and she didn't care if he could see her tears. “I trusted you."

"Don't insult me. If you think so little of me that a little misunderstanding could do this to us, you had no trust to begin with.” He threw out his arms and a scowl marred his gorgeous features. “I came here to tell you I've fallen for you hard. Ava I love you, I want you, forever, you and me. Seems I was mistaken. Goodbye."

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