The accepting movement caused his cock to stiffen painfully. It didn’t want him to savor. It wanted him to unleash it and aim it straight for her vagina. But Alex was already thinking more creatively. Dare he mention the idea of titty-fucking? It was their first time together. Would Indy see it as more or less intimate than straight intercourse?

  He’d never felt this before, this division. Alex had always been in tune with his penis. It didn’t fight him. It obeyed. This was the first time he actually thought the cliché might apply to him. His penis might have a mind all its own.

  Ignoring his lower head for now, Alex switched to the next breast, sucking it with the same rough fervor. But he didn’t let go of the other. Holding one big tit while sucking on the other made him feel incredibly rich. It was a bounty of pleasures.

  Indy’s soft moans didn’t bolster his self-control. The sounds she was making were so erotic, more tantalizing than the overwrought screams most women were eager to burst his eardrums with after barely any encouragement.

  When he finally let the second nipple pop gently from his lips, Indy’s face was flushed, and her downcast eyelids shielded her expression.

  “My breasts are very sensitive,” she said, almost apologetically.

  Alex straightened. Did she think that was a drawback?

  He glanced down at her tits still nestled in his hands, lush and gorgeous, their nipples moist now with his saliva.

  Fuck. There was no way the rest of this was going to go slowly.

  “They’re beautiful,” he told her.

  She didn’t lift her eyes but smiled prettily for him.

  “Thank you.”

  Now! Now was the time to bring up fucking those incredible tits.

  “Indy…” He struggled to get the words out. “Why don’t you lie down on the bed?”

  Shit, this wasn’t going at all like he’d pictured it. In his head on the drive over, he’d seen it all progressing smoothly—pussy-fucking, a little time spent doggy-style, then her legs in the air as he pumped his cum into her, hanging on to those tits the whole time.

  Being in the same room made those fantasies seem tame. He wanted more. Hell, he probably needed to do more if he wanted to impress her.

  When had he started to think he needed to impress her?

  By now, Indy had wriggled onto the bed. She occupied the exact middle of it, her limbs spread out like starfish, leaving no room for him.

  “Uh…”

  She giggled up at him. “Get on top of me.”

  On top? So straight to fucking?

  Alex stripped off his pants and moved to the side of the mattress. He eased her legs apart, getting a glimpse of trimmed black hair, before her knees snapped back together. They didn’t seem to want to give way.

  “No.” A hint of impatience tinged her voice. “On top.”

  He looked up. She was holding her breasts in her hands, squeezing them together to form…

  Fuck. This was definitely his day.

  Alex moved over her body carefully until he straddled her chest. God, her tits! They were serious eye candy—and mouth candy.

  “Are you sure?” he asked hoarsely, still not quite believing his good fortune.

  Indy smiled up at him. “Be honest. You wanted to do this the moment you saw them, didn’t you?”

  Alex nodded. His stiff cock bobbed over her breasts in time to his movements. This time, they both knew what they wanted.

  He lowered his hips, tilting his cock forward so that it rested in the crevice of her cleavage. He moved his hands to cover then displace hers. His hands were full now, just the way he’d imagined, full with hot quivering tit flesh. Gorgeous.

  For a moment he just admired the picture Indy made, her black hair swirled all across the bed in abundance, brown skin flushed rosily, nipples upright to attention.

  Loosening his grip slightly, he widened the space between her tits, just enough to slide his cock into it.

  Dry skin on dry skin.

  Shit, this wasn’t going to work.

  “There’s lotion in the bedside table.”

  Lotion! That was the answer.

  Yet her pat suggestion caused him to frown. She’d done this before. Of course, she had. Here he was, thinking he was edgy and daring, and she’d probably let every man who’d ended up in this bed do this exact same thing, using the same bottle of lotion he extracted from the side table.

  Indy reached up to trace his eyebrows. He hadn’t realized they were set into a grimace until her fingertips showed him how they were scrunched together.

  “Stop thinking,” she said.

  She was right. He had to shed this stupid jealousy. If she even knew he was feeling it this strongly, she’d probably want to kick him out—and that would be like getting kicked out of paradise.

  Alex bobbled the lotion in his hand and was immediately humiliated by his clumsiness.

  He was relieved when Indy took the bottle from him, flicked it open and began squeezing out droplets to apply to her skin. She worked slowly, rubbing the creamy liquid over her breasts and into the deep hollow between them. Every few seconds, her fingers brushed against her own nipples, laving them with the lotion.

  It was like watching a very tiny fetish porn film, up close and personal, and Alex was very into it.

  “Now you,” she said, looking up into his eyes. Still holding his gaze, she took hold of his cock.

  She anointed his dick in the same intense deliberate way, smoothing the lotion over every inch.

  Alex let his eyes close.

  He’d never enjoyed this kind of rubdown before—thorough and unhurried, shockingly relaxing yet also deeply, powerfully arousing. By the time she shifted to his balls, his erection was towering.

  The scent of strawberries filled his nose.

  “It’s flavored lotion,” Indy murmured, seeming to read his thoughts. “I got it online from a specialty website. It tastes even better than it smells.”

  Her words conjured up a graphic image of Indy on her knees, nibbling at his dick while he kneaded her breasts in both hands. The fantasy was so perfect that he knew he had to do everything he could to make it come true.

  “I’ve got the dark chocolate one, too,” she said.

  Fucking hell, what was she trying to do—make him spill all over her sheets?

  Strawberries and chocolate. It was a great combination, almost as good as the two of them together. Alex and Indy. Actually, that sounded even better.

  He’d never been this turned on by a woman, never been this ready. He felt like an inept teenager, touching soft feminine skin for the first time, yet this also felt as right as being in his own skin. It felt…real.

  For a moment, he was scared.

  Indy, on her back, her hands still cupping his tender balls, stiff now from arousal, probably ready to embarrass him with one good squeeze. Yet she knew the exact pressure to exert to keep him on the edge and not push him over too soon.

  It was scary how well she seemed to know his body, how she’d known what he secretly desired before he could even ask her for it. Linking their names together, like they were a couple, like this wasn’t just a random happening, was terrifying.

  “Alex.”

  The sound of his name popped his eyes open. She was smiling at him. So goddamn sexy.

  “It’s time,” she said.

  Somehow, he managed to straddle her slick torso without jostling her. He took her tits in his hands with the proper reverence. Then he leaned his hips against her, careful not to crush her with too much of his weight and slid his cock home.

  Indy’s breasts were smooth, firm and warm. His cock looked very cozy between the golden-brown mounds. He pressed his hands closer together and her tits covered his dick completely. It was wrapped up sweetly with just the head showing over the top of her cleavage.

  It felt so good that he wanted to stay like that forever, surrounded by her.

  Then Indy tilted her head down and stuck out her tongue. The tip of it barely brushed his cockhead, but the tiny touch made him shudder.

  Alex started to move. Skin against skin, the lotion made the motion almost frictionless. He had to make his own channel, kneading her breasts as he fucked them, alternating between a loose grip and a tighter one. Each time he thrust forward, her eager little tongue emerged to lick the head of his dick, adding to the endless variety of their sex play.

  Indy’s nipples hardened against his palms. Now he could barely let go. He grasped her hot flesh more and more tightly until the skin stood out pale between his fingers.

  Throwing his head back, he fucked her tits faster. The scent of strawberries was almost overwhelming. He was close.

  “Put it in my mouth.”

  With his blood screaming in his ears, he took a moment to process the words. It. In her mouth. Fucking incredible.

  Alex pumped a few more times, but he knew he was ready to come. With a final heave, he pushed past her glorious breasts and fed his pulsing cock straight into Indy’s mouth.

  Heaven.

  She sucked his length with her sweet mouth for only a few seconds before he was ejaculating in thick gobs that spilled from her lips onto her cheeks and chest. Then she reached under to scoop up his balls and give them a squeeze, and he was coming more, endlessly, until he felt light-headed from the exertion.

  But she was still hungry, pumping his shaft at the base to milk the last few drops from his penis. The sight was so incredibly sexy that he stayed hard even after she was done licking and sucking those last few dribbles. She ran her tongue around the edges of her mouth to catch every last bit.

  Alex collapsed onto the bed next to her, his entire body spent—except for his still semi-hard cock, swaying above his hips like a banner signaling for more action.

  Indy’s face appeared above his at the same time as Alex felt her hand on his cock.

  No, no more. He needed a rest. Maybe a nap. Maybe a long nap.

  But, just like the insatiable Indy, his dick had other ideas, and it was on her side.

  Alex’s stomach clenched in anticipation. “Where do you keep the condoms?”

  Chapter Four

  On Friday morning, Alex woke up early but not early enough to catch Indy. When he tried her phone, there was no answer. So he dressed in yesterday’s clothes, went to retrieve his car from the parking lot and drove to his place.

  While he showered and dressed, he thought about the night before. He grinned the whole time.

  He couldn’t wait to see Indy, but he also didn’t want to seem overeager. He promised himself that he wouldn’t pass by her desk before noon. He made it until ten.

  While he was staring down at Indy’s neat, tidy and obviously unoccupied desk, Hank stepped out of his office, saw Alex and smiled.

  “Problem solved, I gather.”

  It took Alex a moment to register the comment. “What problem?”

  Hank gestured to the desk. “Indy. She called in sick this morning, but she didn’t sound sick, if you know what I mean. Must be the new guy.”

  Alex started to grin again before he remembered that he still didn’t know where she was. If they’d called in sick on separate phones while giggling together in bed, that would have made perfect sense. But Indy wasn’t at her apartment sick…or even pseudo sick. She was missing.

  “What new guy?” Alex asked, swallowing hard. His jaw was starting to ache, and he rubbed it absently but stopped when he caught Hank staring.

  “I don’t know,” was Hank’s answer. “I thought you set it up. You know, when you decided that it would be too dangerous to expose the poor woman to your own direct charms.”

  Had he thought that? Had he said that to Hank?

  God, what a fool he was!

  “Where could she be?” He posed the question aloud, not expecting a response.

  “She doesn’t have any family,” Hank said. “Have you checked with her friends? What about Wendy in Accounting?”

  Alex didn’t know who Indy’s friends were, but worse than that, he hadn’t known that she didn’t have any family.

  “What happened to her family?”

  Hank’s eyes shifted as if looking for an escape. “I only know because I heard it from someone who—”

  “I don’t care how you know,” Alex broke in. “Just tell me.”

  It came out then how Indy’s parents had been first-generation immigrants from India, how they’d worked menial jobs for years when the local employers would not accept their foreign credentials, how they’d upgraded their educations and moved their way up the ladder. Indy was born while they still had a long way to climb, but by the time she was a teenager, her mother had qualified as a dentist and her father as an optician. They’d been driving to the university their only child was just about to start attending, leaving early in the morning before the sun came up, the car loaded with all of Indy’s teenaged possessions, when the drunk driver hit them while going the wrong way on the highway.

  “It was a miracle Indy survived,” Hank concluded, trying not to watch the play of emotion on his boss’s face but nevertheless hypnotized by it.

  “They had no other family here?” Alex asked.

  “Just her grandparents. They kept her for as long as they could, but that wasn’t long. They were both in nursing homes by the time she turned eighteen.”

  “So she was on her own at eighteen.” This time it wasn’t a question but a shaken statement.

  Hank answered anyway. “Yes…since eighteen. There was money from the accident, enough to put her through school, pay her expenses and probably a lot of therapy bills, but that doesn’t exactly make up for losing your entire family, does it?”

  Alex didn’t reply. He was thinking of his own, dull, middle-class and extremely balanced family. When his peers used to complain about their parents, he’d always joined in but half-heartedly and with a lot of exaggerations. His folks were good, normal, privileged folks. Both his siblings were married with kids, and their problems were no different from the vast majority of people’s all across the country.

  To have struggled and suffered as much as Indy had and to give no outward hint of that tragedy was beyond his comprehension.

  “She’s strong,” Hank said, “but family and culture are her weaknesses, maybe because having a family is so important in Indian culture. That’s why what Ray Mehta did to her was unforgivable. He made her think she was going to finally belong, then he dumped her for the exact same reasons life has been so hard for her—because she lost her parents so young.”

  “I didn’t know,” said Alex. A pang of some barbed emotion shot through him. It wasn’t pity, although he felt that, too. It was far more complicated than that.

  Hank shrugged. “Few people do. It’s not exactly something she advertises. But I think it was the reason she let down her guard with Mehta and the reason someone owes that man a punch in the teeth. I would do it, but I really think it should come from the boss, don’t you?”

  But Alex was oblivious to the joke, if it actually was a joke.

  “I need to find her.”

  * * * *

  How did the saying go? Snoopers always found out the worst things about themselves? No, that one was about eavesdroppers. Same difference, Indy thought, sitting on her friend’s living room carpet and eating the marshmallows out of a bowl of Lucky Charms sans milk. The breakfast of the broken-hearted.

  Wendy had left for work hours ago, so Indy had the apartment to herself. The morning flurry in the hallways and below on the street had died down to a mid-morning drone, almost somnambulant. But Indy didn’t feel like sleeping. She’d cried herself to exhaustion in the early morning hours. Now she was wide awake with a head full of anxious thoughts that kept her uneasily alert.

  Why had she checked Alex’s phone? Why couldn’t she have just left it alone?

  Last night had been a wonder—a sexual marathon like she’d read about, dreamed about, but never experienced. The men she’d dated often wanted to fall asleep after they came, whether or not she had joined them. Alex had been at first reluctant, then amused, at her energy. But he hadn’t complained about waking up every hour, his cock already in her hand—or in her mouth. Actually, it was the opposite. After a few sleepy blinks, he’d been just as ready as she was.

  Indy remembered that first time, after he came in her mouth. How comfortable it had felt to lie beside him and just listen to his breathing until it slowed.

  She hadn’t wanted him to slow down. She’d wanted him to feel the way she had, as if she were running a race with time…because she was. Even then, even before she snooped through his phone, she’d known that their time was short—weeks, perhaps days. She hadn’t realized then that it would be mere hours.

  So she’d reached for his cock and been pleasantly surprised by how hot and hard he still was, even after spending a big load of cum. She’d leaned over to suck him, licking his dick up and down like a big lollipop, giving him plenty of time to reload. Alex had positioned her on top of him so her crotch lined up with his face. Then he’d eaten her out, slowly and thoroughly.

  In her experience, every man said he loved oral because he loved to get it, not give it. Some showed reluctance to go down on her, even after she’d given him great head. Those didn’t last long. It was harder to kick to the curb those who showed enthusiasm but little skill. She tried to steer them in the right direction, away from her hole and toward her clit, but some just never got the picture. Bye-bye.

  Alex had known what he was doing. He gave expert pussy play, rubbing and licking her clit patiently before sucking it strongly into his mouth. He was meticulous, too, his tongue chasing down every drop of creamy cum in her folds while leaving her channel wet and ready. Too many men in the past had tried to hoover her dry, not realizing they might want to leave some natural lubrication for intercourse later.

  Indy hadn’t come in Alex’s mouth, but she’d been close…very close.

  He’d known when to give up on an oral climax and switch to penis time. Indy had enjoyed watching the beautiful flex of toned and tanned muscle as Alex had knelt between her legs, his cock now sheathed and raring to go. He’d fucked her like that, on his knees, her legs wrapped around his lean hips. His leverage was perfect, as was his angle—not an insignificant task for their first time together.

 

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