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Excerpt 1
Bianca beckons him into the kitchen with a finger, and he follows the arc of the manicured digit to its beautiful owner. The steaks are laid out on plates already, still steaming, and Matt's just finishing with what looks like pan-fried potatoes. The aroma tantalizes him, even though his appetite is gone after what the cleaning process did to his inside. He waits to be served. Bianca serves him a hand.
Her nails are cool against his belly as she slips her hands under his towel, leaning close to kiss his neck. If he wanted, he could stop her—her motions are slow enough—but he doesn't. He's clean and bare in her kitchen, and she's cooking him dinner, so it's her right, really, to see him if she wants. The towel drops down against one hip, and she pulls it away, looks down, smiles, and then steps back.
Jo glances over at her husband Matt, who's standing in front of the stove and twists to look at him. Jo glimpses a toothy smile before he's too mortified to look. Then Bianca moves in close, wrapping her free arm around Jo. He's still slightly damp, so her palm sticks to his skin as she wraps it around his ass and squeezes.
"This all right?" she murmurs into his ear, low enough that Matt can't hear it through the noise of the air vent above the stove. Jo nods into her hair. He's electrified; nobody has ever done anything like this to him before. People have wanted to take him to bed, yes, and have enjoyed looking at his body, but not like this. He gives her a shy smile, one corner of his mouth lifting.
"I didn't want to get myself dirty again, when I'd just gotten clean for you. But then…" He lets out a nervous laugh.
She smiles back and kisses him on the cheek, pressing her body against his naked one, and something about her action is so erotic that he chubs up a little, his blush worsening.
"Such a good boy. But let us know if we're driving over the speed limit. This isn't a race."
Excerpt 2
And he's only just started touching me. I am so gone.
"Up on your hands, sweetie, I wanna watch your face while he does this," Bianca says to him.
He almost can't make himself obey; his arms are rubbery, and the thought of being seen like this is mortifying. However, it'd be bad manners to refuse, so he gets one arm and an elbow under himself and squeezes his eyes closed.
"God, what a sweet face. I need a picture of you right now, Joey," Bianca say, smiling.
It should be humiliating for Bianca to tease him like this, but he's watched her joke with Matt the same way with love in her eyes, and he can tell there's no edge to it. He likes knowing how much she enjoys looking at him, even when he's squirming around with her husband's tongue in his ass.
Matt pauses just long enough to say, "Wish I could see. Next time, we'll have to do you faceup," and then his tongue digs deep into Jo.
Jo can't hold in the sharp cry, and his shaft jerks so hard it slaps his belly. For several thrusts, he can think only about the words next time, his mind disjointed as he celebrates the fact that there will be a next time, before his body takes over, and his thoughts shift. Deeper, harder, more. I wish he would pummel me for real. Just think of how amazing that would be.
Matt holds him in place by the hips, adjusting his thumbs to pull Jo wider still, which suddenly allows him depth he didn't have before. Apparently reading her husband's mind, Bianca decides that Jo's nipples need a good pinching.
"Oh damn!" Jo yelps, the stimulation overwhelming. The tongue and fingers withdraw, replaced by a gentle kiss and a stroke, and Jo decides in a split second that it's better to have to say it than to let the feeling stop. "No, do it again, please, or just take me. I'm so close."
Excerpt 3
She's back the next day, this time by herself. She finds Jo near the back of the store, where it's cool and quiet, and asks him to help her carry bags of wood chips up to the register and out to her car. He smiles at her, a little shiver of worry going up through his navel