Engaged (The ABCs of Erotica) by Lexi Maxxwell Read Free Book Online Page A

never heard, and that I suspect was invented for Jenny, Leigh says, “Do you like being fucked like a good, little bitch?”
    Leigh whimpers yes, then yells, “FUCK YES!” again.  
    “You like it when I fuck you fast and hard with my finger, because I don’t have a dick!”  
    “YES! FUCK YES!”  
    Jenny shakes hard through her orgasm. Her body seemed needy, and after Leigh’s dirty talk, finally satisfied by something.  
    Jenny finishes and kisses me, not Leigh. I’m not sure if it’s because she’s wanting me more, or because I’m nearer to her sweat-drenched body.  
    I’m not sure if I should kiss Jenny back, or leave her for Leigh.  
    I sink into her kiss, because this is the end, then leave her lips and fall back to the mattress. My body’s on fire, but cooling.  
    I’m close my eyes and think of Cooper.  

Like a Man and a Woman Together  

    I didn’t expect to be here more than a day.
    I returned to this part of my past to fuck Leigh. I never expected Jenny. After I had her, I never expected to have her again, at least not alone.  
    Now here we are together, sipping vodka and OJ, slowly getting drunk, each of us knowing exactly what we are going to do.  
    We’re dressed in bathing suits, nowhere near a pool, sitting on Leigh’s deck, feigning vacation. We’re alone, Leigh is gone. I don’t feel bad doing this with Jenny, because   I’m sure that’s what she wanted.  
    She left us on purpose, after I’ve fallen back asleep, following our morning adventure. My body was emptied after flooding with pleasure. Lost, I drifted through dreams, in and out, searching for Richard in vacant rooms, running down one endless corridor into another. The hallways were long, and ended in rooms from my past.
    Rooms flooded with lovers: Cooper and Sasha, Hope and Ellie. The last one had Zoe. She was sitting in the middle, waiting to find me. Her legs were spread, and fingers deep in her pussy. She looked up as I burst through the door. I stood, frantic, desperate to taste her. She smiled, and in a slow motion courted in a dream, lifted her hand to show me her glistening fingers. Zoe slipped them into her mouth and moaned, beckoning me.  
    I woke up, wanting to leave. I couldn’t see Zoe until I saw Cooper, and I couldn’t see Cooper until I left Leigh’s.  
    But Jenny wasn’t going to let me.  
    “How do you like your drink?” she asks.  
    I sip as she runs her hands across my stomach. “It’s perfect,” I say, though it’s too much vodka to orange juice, and the juice is too tart.
    “No, it isn’t,” She laughs. “But you are.”  
    Jenny takes her hand from my stomach and brings her lips to mine.  
    She sets her drink on the small glass table in front of us. I set mine beside it. She removes her black bikini top. It belongs to Leigh, as does mine. I take mine off and drop it on the floor beside hers.  
    She lies down, her back to the wicker and ass pressed into the cushion. Her knees are up, ankles spilling over the edge. I nestle to the side, kissing her.
    I circle my tongue around Jenny’s nipple, then clamp my mouth to her breast. Her breasts are nothing like Leigh’s, which are full and almost heavy with perfection. Jenny’s are so light they’re barely there.
    I finish with her breast, then return to her mouth, tasting Jenny before leaning back into the cushions behind me.  
    Jenny squeezes my tit from the bottom so my hard nipple protrudes. She flicks it with her tongue to make me want her more than I already do, then lightly laps it, taking her time, doing what she promised to make my extra stay worthwhile.  
    I woke from my morning nap drenched in sweat, with Leigh’s fingers running the length of my body. “Are you awake?” she whispered. “I have to go.”  
    I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes.  
    “What time is it?”  
    “Early afternoon,” she said. “I have to meet someone. About maybe showing at the Sunrise Gallery. But I wanted to say goodbye first.”