by Sascha Illyvich
My latest EDGE story from Decadent Publishing involves one hot, yet overworked guy, and his loving best friend. Mark's workaholic habits have prevented him from seeing the subtle and not so subtle signs Treasure has given him indicating her desire for more than just friendship. And she'd remained unaware of his hidden passion to have his hands all over her luscious body while he's buried deep inside until they both end up in a sweat covered climax.
When he shows up at her apartment, the last thing he expects after issuing her a dare to make him pay attention to her, is for her to actually carry out her threat. When she shows up in front of him wearing sexy lingerie, the fun begins. Then things get hotter as a second, sexy friend of hers joins the fun and the three end up exploring the limits of each other's bodies.
Mark looked at Treasure, wishing he could just fall asleep in beautiful pools of her eyes. Or swim naked with her.
His cock hardened uncomfortably in his trousers. Could Treasure feel his arousal?
Did she know the depths of wickedness he'd love to explore with her?
He fought a yawn from the overbearing heat and length of his flight. Closing his eyes, he leaned back in the chair and let out a breath. The hectic schedule his travel required of him would exhaust anyone.
The fact that his property was in Kingwood, he had to fly into Houston Intercontinental and then drive all the way back to Sugarland where Treasure lived added to his building fatigue, but hell, he’d do anything to see her standing before him, looking at him with a hidden mischievous grin and her hands on her hips. Nipples would ache for him and jut out proudly while her oh so kissable lips moved.
“I’ve got all sorts of ideas, babe.”
“I’m sure you do,” she nodded. “Just come to bed when you’re done.”
She walked away, ass swaying from side to side with each step she took. Hands reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head before she disappeared, leaving him with a view of tanned skin, no bra and the need to slake his own primal needs tonight.
“Damnit!” Mark knocked back the drink and slammed the glass on the table. He certainly didn't look forward to the next few weeks of very long Saturdays despite being so close to achieving his financial goals. Not if Treasure intended to taunt him with hints at her naked flesh.
He had to do something about his raging erection. Maybe a cold shower. Or maybe a long, hot shower featuring Treasure stepping into the large tub with him, setting her delectably round ass against his cock and coating his dick in her juices would...
Sadly, Mark showered quickly, ignoring his hard on. He dressed in pajama bottoms, a tank top that showed off his muscular arms and pale skin. Bedtime included a nightcap, a large one designed to knock him out so he’d sleep without dreaming of Treasure’s body blanketing his while her pussy milked the life out of him.
Mark slumped back in his chair, head hanging forward. He took a sip of bourbon, let the liquid burn his throat before he took another longer swig. Sitting up, he looked over the now neatly organized stack of papers
His lips curled upward.
The bedroom door opened. “Mark,” The soft lilting of her voice reignited the spark of arousal.
Mark set his glass on the desk and waited. “Yes dear?”
“It’s bedtime. Come to bed.”
She sounded needy. Another man would have missed the subtlety of want in her voice. “I have things to do before bed first.”
“Then I’ll come to you.” Her voice dripped with unmistakable husky lust.
Mark arched a brow.
A moment later, Treasure appeared before Mark wearing a black see through teddy that flowed out at the bottom with lace trimming and barely reached the top of her thighs. A scrap of lace hid both nipples and obscured his view of her sex. Dirty blonde hair fell around her shoulders in loose curls, bouncing with each step she took towards him. Hands started at her shoulders, smoothed down her arms, over full breasts and down her round stomach until stopping at her hips. Treasure stuck one leg forward, took a tentative step closer to Mark and stopped mere inches from him. “Well?”
His jaw dropped. He blinked several times to make sure he was seeing right before focusing on her expression.
She frowned. “You think I’m fat. I knew it.”
“No!” He stood and took her hands in his. His stomach tightened from the contact while his cock stirred against his pajamas. Blood pumped faster down south and his mouth went bone dry. “No, that’s not it. It’s just…just…wow Treasure. I’ve dreamed of this for years.”
“What do you intend to do now?” She tilted her head and her mouth curled into a wicked grin.