Page 10 of No Lies No Promises

While brilliant shades of pinkish orange paint the Eastern sky, we drive onto the Outerbridge Crossing. Below us, tiny tugboats shove massive cargo barges through the Arthur Kill.

“Welcome to New York.” She scrunches her nose as the rotten egg aroma from the salt marsh slips through the vents.

Stuck in a line of eighteen-wheelers, holding my tongue as well as my breath.

This discussion is not over.

Chapter 6

Lillian

Back in our Queens apartment, I duck as Buddy launches over my head and lands on the kitchen table. Nudging my hand, he pounces to the floor, then weaves between Sean’s ankles, purring.

“I swear my cat prefers you.” Kneeling to fill the food bowl, I scratch his furry white head.

“You mean our cat, right?” The man’s sideways grin worms into my heart. We’ve only been together for a short while, but I can’t imagine living without him.

“Damn, I’m exhausted. Too buzzed to sleep, though.” Yawning, I check the time. “You hit the shower. I’ll make brunch. Keep those stitches dry.”

“Got it covered.” He opens a drawer, holds the Saran Wrap high, then tugs me into his arms. “How about you join me?”

His kiss starts chaste. Seconds into it, our passion ignites. Mouths tight, favoring his uninjured leg, he backs me down the hall to the bathroom. All traces of exhaustion disappear as we toss our hospital-donated scrubs to the floor.

Faucet on, waiting for the shower to warm, my heart races while he wraps his thigh in plastic. Well-defined abs, firm butt, and thick cock, those are all mine. Stepping under the spray, I lather the soap.

Eyes dark with want, gauze now protected, he hops into the stall.

“Clean first. Sex later.” My chin lifts to kiss him as the washcloth glides over his body, sending mud and blood swirling down the drain.

He adds his tongue to our kiss as he lifts his arms. While he balances most of his weight on one foot, I caress his back and his sides.

When we break for air, the pure, raw need in his gaze mirrors my own. Eyes on his, I lower to my knees, caressing and scrubbing every inch of him.

“Enough.” Hands under my armpits, he bends at the waist and lifts me to stand. “My turn.”

“With that leg? Don’t think so.” I finish up under his heated gaze.

After we rinse, he steps onto the bathmat first and snatches a towel. As he dries me all over, he pays special attention to his favorite parts.

My tits hard, my clit slick, I steal the terry cloth. As I’m about to take his cock into my mouth, he groans. “Not this time. Need to be inside you.”

Lacing my fingers with his, I lead him to the mattress. “You sure you’re up for this?”

He laughs. “Oh, I’m up alright.”

“Jerk. I meant your injury.” I push his chest when we reach the bed. “Lie flat. Tonight I do the work.”

Naked, hair wet, cock flag-poling, he beckons me with a finger. “Straddle me, babe. Right over my mouth.”

“Bossy.” Both hands on the headboard, I do as he says.

My knees spread wider when his tongue slides over my aching, swollen clit. My nub blossoms more as he nips and sucks.

Squirming, I release the headboard and clutch the sheet. “Don’t. Stop.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Chuckling, he curls a knuckle inside me and kisses my most intimate spot.

“Ohhhhh. Oh, God.”