Drifter's Blues (Erotic Noir) by P.J. Tallis Read Free Book Online Page A

seen Blair behave toward her.
    But when Donna had suggested he swim naked and – the clincher – had said she’d do so as well, he’d known what she intended, and the excitement that surged through him put him in danger of coming in his pants then and there. When she’d gone into the chalet and he’d stripped off his clothes and climbed into the silky embrace of the water, his cock hard as a railspike, he’d felt as aroused and even as nervous as he had when he was sixteen and had gotten laid for the first time. That time too he’d been naked and waiting for the woman to emerge; in that instance she’d been Kelly Devereaux, a girl in his class at school, and she’d gone into her absent parents’ bathroom to get ready while he lay on their double bed, scared and so horny he thought his cock was going to explode.
    Now Kyle gazed down at Donna’s body. His fingertips traced the space between her breasts and ran down the concavity of her belly, over the cup of her navel and down, down, to the basin of her hips and the beginning line of her soft pubic hair just visible over the top of the sheet.
    ‘You’re beautiful,’ he murmured.
    She smiled, her face lazy and content, basking in the afterglow of sex.
    ‘ You’re beautiful, Kyle.’
    After their frenzied coupling in the pool – she’d used that word, the one beginning with C that he found so shocking, yet when she’d said it she’d made it sound kind of sexy – and after he’d gone down on her by the poolside, she’d led him in here to the chalet, where he was surprised to see a queen-size bed. She’d pulled him on top of her, her legs spread wide, and he’d slid into her again, rejoicing in her tight wetness. In mid-fuck he’d sat up and pulled her into a sitting position so they were facing each other upright; when that became uncomfortable he withdrew from her and, touching his finger to her lips to still her small moan of disappointment, he turned her round and mounted her from behind, penetrating deeply so that she gasped, watching his glistening cock appearing and disappearing into the sheath of her pussy until he could hold out no longer and came. Even then he stayed hard long enough to continue thrusting until Donna reached her own orgasm and collapsed on the bed, heaving convulsively, the movement causing his cock to slip out of her, slick with his come and her own juices.
    He settled beside her on the bed, laying his leg across her so it slid between hers and putting an arm across her waist. She snuggled close, running the palm of a long-nailed hand up and over his chest.
    ‘Do you do this with all your clients, Mister Pool Guy?’ she whispered.
    He pretended to consider. ‘Not the men.’
    She thought about it. ‘But would you consider it?’
    Kyle looked at her to see if she was joking, but she looked serious. ‘No. Never. I’m not gay. I like women.’
    ‘Aren’t you curious, though? What it’d be like with a man?’
    ‘No.’ And he was being honest. ‘Would you do it? With a woman?’
    ‘You’d probably like to watch.’ She smiled naughtily. ‘Guys seem to like the idea of girls getting it on.’
    He had to admit it. Hoisting himself up on one elbow, he said, ‘I’m curious, though. Do women get turned on by the thought of two men doing it?’
    Donna frowned as if the question hadn’t occurred to her before. ‘It’s not something women talk about much, but… yes, I think it would turn me on. Two hot guys together. Not the hardcore stuff, like anal or anything, but the idea of two buff male bodies wrestling with one another, with erections… yeah, that’d float my boat.’
    He joined in her laughter, delighted at the easy familiarity with which they were discussing such an intimate subject. Above them a ceiling fan with long rotor blades marked the slow passage of time. She’d said they were alone, that all the hired help were away.
    Something was hanging in the air, unacknowledged in the post-sex peace, and after