The Wild Side (The Wild Side 1)

There was no sign of Tammy, thank God, as I dragged Iris through the house and up the stairs to my room.

I had her pinned to the tiled wall in my shower, one lush thigh thrown over my forearm, erection poised right at her entrance.  I was watching raptly, about to sink in, shaking with need, when I realized that someone was pounding hard at my bedroom door.

I couldn’t quite believe it when I recognized Tammy’s shrewish voice screaming for me to open up.  My mind just couldn’t process that she was still there.

Iris and I were on a different planet right now, as far as I was concerned.

“Ignore her.  I want you inside of me.”

I shut my eyes, inching my throbbing c**k back a bit.  “I don’t want her anywhere near us the first time we get to do this.”

“Fuck me,” Iris mouthed.  “Who cares what she’s doing?  Let her yell, just so long as you make me scream again.”

I tried again, my whole body shaking with the effort to go slowly, when Tammy’s shrill voice penetrated once again.

“I’m sorry.  I can’t let the first time be like this.  I’m glad she’s not scaring you off, but I need to get rid of her before we do this.”

I let her leg drop.  She kissed my shoulder and moved away, out of the shower.  She started drying herself, and I shut off the water and got out, watching her.

I dripped all over the floor before she was done, but still I couldn’t move.

She smiled at me, moving into the bedroom, dropping her towel on her way to the bed.

I grabbed another for myself and followed.

Iris sprawled out on her back, her h*ps on the edge of the mattress.  She lifted each of her ankles slowly, digging her heels into the bed, her legs parted wide enough to give me the view of a lifetime.

I dried off as I approached her, cursing as I got closer and took in the full effect of her.

Tammy had stopped making a racket, and so I dropped to my knees right in front of Iris, between her parted thighs.  I leaned close, breathing her in for one long moment, and then I started lapping at her.

I ate her out again, licking, nuzzling, pushing two fingers in hard while I sucked oh so softly at her clit.

She gasped and clutched at my hair.  I felt her clenching rhythmically on my finger, and pulled back to watch her coming.  Again.  She was just so wonderfully responsive.  It was the polar opposite of what I was used to.

The pounding started up again, and I pulled back from Iris with a curse.

“Five minutes,” I told her.  “And then I’m going to f**k you until we both pass out cold.”

She smiled, stretching, her beautiful lithe body flexing with the motion.  She rolled over onto her belly, looking like she was about to drift off.  “If I fall asleep,” she murmured, affirming my suspicions.  “Just wake me up.  Do whatever you like with me, baby.  Fuck me awake, if you need to.”

I shook myself.  This just couldn’t be reality.

I bent down, nuzzling my face into her ass.

She gasped, but she didn’t stop me, and I moved up her body, kissing each of the sweet little dimples above her butt before I pulled away.

Tammy had her hand raised to pound again when I opened the door on her.

I hadn’t even bothered to put on pants, and I was still hard and throbbing, but I just didn’t care.  I wanted her out of there five minutes ago, so all of my wildest fantasies could just keep marching on.

“You’re leaving, right this second, or I’m calling the police,” I told her, authority in my voice.

She gasped, her eyes flying to my errant cock.

I grabbed her arm and started marching her through the hallway and down the stairs.

She went easily enough, until we hit the front door, then she whirled on me again.

I could see right away that her tactic had changed.  She licked her lips, eyeing my body.

She probably thought my raging hard-on had something to do with her.

Not f**king likely.

She put a hand to my chest, licking her lips again.  “I just want to talk.  Get that slut out of here, and we can talk.  I’m serious here, Dair.”

I opened the door, holding out my hand.  “Give me the key, and don’t call her a slut.  She’s a very nice girl, and you were married to me with some other guy’s c**k down your throat, and that was just the part I saw firsthand.  So if you’re going to call someone a slut—”

She actually tried to slap me.

I caught her wrist.

Chest heaving, her other hand went to my dick.

I had a horrible moment where I thought she was going to try to maim me, but she just started stroking in the most blatant come-on.

Jaw clenched, I pried her hand away.

Today of all days, for her to decide to pull a psycho stunt like this.  It was beyond the worst luck ever.

“See now, this is what I’m talking about.  You, of all people, shouldn’t be throwing around the word slut.  Give me your key, and don’t come back.”

She gasped in outrage, and finally got the hint, but she left without giving me her key.

That was fine.  I’d have the locks changed as soon as humanly possible.

In the meantime, I put the chain on the front door, then went around the entire house, bolting us in securely.

I wanted no interruptions for this next part.

Iris was on her belly, sleeping like a contented kitten, when I rejoined her.

I sighed, not knowing what to do.  I didn’t want to be an insensitive jerk and wake her up.  She was obviously tired.