Efrem (5 page)

Efrem watched the realization come over Dan. He went pale under his tan.

“My birthday is next week. So you see, Trey went to talk to the owner and found out it was me. Or very soon would be me.” She looked even more amused. “That’s where he went for those two days, came back, packed up, and left for good.”

The man was trapped. Dan finally turned and stomped out. Efrem exhaled the breath he’d been holding. He and Lisa looked at each other and together turned toward Jerry.

“Ma’am, I told Dan I wasn’t staying. I don’t put up with some of the things he said about the way things were done around here. But, if he’s fired, and you don’t mind, I’d like to stay on for a while.”

“It would be my pleasure, Jerry.”

“Who’s Trey?” Efrem asked.

* * * *

Agitated after leaving the ranch, Efrem paced his apartment.

“Dan’s not gonna walk away from his chance.”

Lisa had argued Dan was finished. Efrem was far from agreement on that point.

Dinner eaten, kitchen cleaned, after dinner aperitif—a cold beer—sloshing around in his stomach, and it was time for bed.

Shower first.

“She can’t believe that guy is just going to walk away,” he said as he stripped and ran the water. The water warmed his skin when he stepped under the soft flow. Distracting thoughts and two hands full of soft, slippery, slick soap suds gave him an idea. A good idea.

Tension seeped from his shoulders as his dick lengthened and thickened under his ministrations. One hand wrapped around his hardening length, and one washing—massaging—his balls, took his mind off Dan. But Lisa stood out prominently in his hazy thoughts. He pulled his cock out, stretching it, pulling his testicles away from his body. The only tension left in his upper body was the restraint necessary to keep from going too fast, too soon. All that tension was now centered in his lower stomach and groin area. His nuts tightened and he spread his legs and pointed his erection at the floor. He was not a straight in-and-out man, though he could be when needs be. He played with his thick, pulsing penis, soap easing his hand around and along its length. Heat built along the skin of his dick He tried to be slow and methodical, but the image of Lisa with her hair spread across a pillow, her legs spread apart waiting for him, changed his steady, stroking rhythm. She touched herself. He groaned and threw his head back.
Slowly, slow, easy.
When the image of Lisa sliding her own finger deep inside herself, exactly where his dick wanted to be, he sped up. Giving up on subtlety, he stroked a bit harder and a bit faster. Her very feminine image slipped her finger out of her slick channel. He breathed deeply. Sped up.

She licked her finger.

Beating hard, with knees bent, he groaned. He stroked faster but lighter. His hand, barely gripping his aching dick, started to blur.

Lisa moaned and petted herself.

His hand tightened and heat and pressure and desire built inside his stomach, balls, and spine. At the first sign of release, he tightened his hand and pumped his fist faster and faster. Cum shot across the shower. His dick pulsed twice, three times. He sank to his knees, sexually replete.

He remained kneeling for a few moments while he got his breath back. Looking up at the still-streaming showerhead, he said, “Damn, I still have to wash my hair.”

* * * *

It was two weeks before Efrem had his chance. He and Lisa spent time together every day. He was frequently late to work or leaving early to squeeze more “Lisa” hours into his day. His boss wasn’t even in the same state, but he knew what was going on. He’d already warned Efrem about being late again.

He and Lisa had eaten together, too, but he wanted a date. A real date. With dancing. He wanted to hold her in his arms, feel her move against him as they glided across a polished floor. As immature as it was, he wanted to publicly stake his claim and, more importantly, he wanted Lisa to acknowledge the attraction between them.

Attraction. Huh! A raging inferno filled him when he watched her wrinkle her forehead in concentration. Wildfire raced through him when she smiled at him. God forbid she lick her lips
,
because his imagination was excellent. He actually felt her tongue on him, licking his skin, tasting him, and wanting more. He shuddered as he recalled how she seemed to know exactly what he was feeling. It was unnerving and exciting, and he wanted more. Needed more.

Dan hadn’t returned to disrupt the ranch routine as he had worried. Jerry Price had stepped in as foreman—turned out he had a lot of experience which he hadn’t disclosed because of his instant dislike of Dan—so the ranch was under control. Lisa was quickly getting the hang of the software with his instruction. She was smart as a whip and slipperier than a greased pig—to use her words. Every time he opened his mouth to ask her out, she asked a question, or offered him lunch or coffee, but never what he wanted.

This time would be different.

After searching two barns, the foaling shed, and the equipment shed, he found her at the damn computer. He loved it and hated it. It originally brought them together, but now, more often than not, kept them apart. She was frowning in concentration and didn’t move or look at him as he stepped up behind her. Glad he could still sneak up on her, he blew a strand of hair that escaped her long braid. She brushed at the strand as it tickled her cheek. He blew on it again.

“Stop that, Efrem.”

“How’d you know it was me?”

She turned and his breath stopped. Something was different in her face. “You’re the only one who sneaks up on me and tries to keep me away from the computer.”

He smiled. And swallowed. “What are you messing with now?” He didn’t want her at the computer…he wanted her in his arms. She parted her lips just enough for her tongue to flick out to wet them. Every fiber of his being tightened. Her eyes darkened.

“You,” she said deliberately.

Efrem wondered why the earth didn’t shake, why the mountains didn’t heave and the oceans founder at the shore. She reached for a kiss and he gave it to her. Pulling her to her feet, he set his mouth on her—yes!—and feasted. Her arms came around his waist and he was amazed his pounding heart didn’t bruise her chest.

Her chest. Her breasts.

He bent her backwards over his arm to watch as her nipples pearled and poked impatiently at the soft cotton T-shirt. He sighed and dipped his head to bury his nose between her neck and shoulder. He tasted her neck with a flick of his tongue. His cock reached for her, too, but there were too many clothes between her and it.

There was so much he wanted to do, so much he had imagined, that he didn’t know where to start. He settled for undoing her braid, releasing the mahogany cloud he fantasized about every night. Her red highlights had been featured on his pillow, his sheets, the backseat of his car, and curtaining them as she made love to him. He pictured his dick wrapped up in it, causing his hips to flex against her. She laughed. Willing to wait, he raked his fingers through her hair and pressed deeper into her mouth. He held her hard against himself and walked her backward to the couch. They fell together, the old couch groaning in protest. She wasn’t laughing now.

She framed his face with her hands. Efrem forgot everything as she kissed him. He forgot everything but her as they marveled in the feel of each other.

“Are you sure?”

“Oh, yes. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

He pressed his erection into her softness. She opened her legs
,
letting him drop between them, bringing him into direct contact with her warmth. Her hips tilted and Efrem groaned as she pulled her crotch up the length of him. They were so close he felt the seam of her jeans along the length of his erection. It pressed into his hard flesh but did not defeat him. He sucked on her tongue and her breasts, thoroughly wetting the thin, worn cotton. She arched against him and he slid an arm under her back. Biting her gently, he let her drenched shirt slip from his lips.

“Take it off,” he demanded, breathing heavily.

She smiled coquettishly. “Why?” she purred.

Oh, hell.
She wanted to play and he wanted to fuck.

“I want to see what color your nipples are. Take it off.”
A little too demanding, but it worked.

Her eyes grew wide but she reached down and pulled the material up her stomach. It caught on the tight beads around her nipples he had called from her then slipped up to reveal dark brown nipples. Her skin was pinched so tight he could see every pore, every milk duct, every pulsing vein, and a lone beauty mark on her left breast.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Take yours off.”

His head jerked up to see her looking at him hungrily. His cock twitched
as her hips wiggled. One-handed, he grabbed his own T-shirt and pulled it over his head. Her hands immediately cupped his chest and fingernails scratched lightly across his own dark brown nipples. They puckered. But Lisa’s put his to shame, until she lifted her mouth and sucked one into her mouth.

“Tit for tat?” he asked.

Her response was to drench the denim between her legs. He had to see. Efrem grabbed her knees and pulled them up under his arms. He pushed up and saw the damp spot on her jeans. His arms started to shake. They were almost fully dressed, and he was afraid he was about to embarrass himself. The sight of her, the proof of her desire, made him weak. When her slender, strong hand cupped him through his jeans, he slid forward
,
savoring the feel of her on his cock. His eyes closed in bliss as she scraped her short but effective fingernails along the bulge in his pants.

“More,” she panted.

Efrem wasn’t sure how much “more” he could take, but far be it for him to disappoint a willing, wet woman. Here he understood exactly what a woman wanted.

Lisa made a sound deep in her throat. It sounded like a whimper. But Lisa wasn’t one to whimper. Plead maybe, demand, definitely. But not whimper.

He stood and stripped off his clothes. Lisa started on her jeans and Efrem helped her finish. Then he stood there and looked. And looked. Reality far surpassed his fantasies. Her pussy glistened with moisture, a bead slipping down to her anus. It reacted. So did his dick. She reached up to him.

“Come back here.”

He eased down on top of her, settling himself into her open arms and legs. They lay skin to skin. Each savored the moment. Lisa looked as smug as Efrem felt.

Kissing her softly, he let his hands explore her. Her skin was smooth and white, and the the cleft at the top her thigh was sensitive. Strong legs wrapped around his waist
,
inviting him to press inside her—but not yet. His breath hitched when she ran her fingers over his hardness. She was soft, warm, and smelled musky. Drinking in her scent he lipped her nipples, laved her breasts then sucked. She arched and moaned and he obliged her by pulling her breast into his mouth.

“Please.”

Okay, that was a whimper.

“I want…”

“Me, too,” he mumbled. He cupped the outside of her breasts and pressed them together, then buried his face between them, snaking his tongue in and out.

She opened her eyes and looked into his. “Efrem.”

Reaching one hand down, he slid a finger inside her pussy. She was warm and wet, ready for him
,
and saturated with desire. Another finger and her legs opened wider. His thumb roved around in her slick folds and her knees lifted. Fascinated with her response, Efrem slipped back and sat on his heels. His erection bounced between them until she wrapped her hands around it.

“Lift your legs higher,” he demanded in a rough voice.

Her eyes widened but she obeyed. She was completely open to him. He slipped one slick finger out and rubbed it between her cheeks. He watched to see her reaction. She flipped a leg over the back of the couch. He smiled—not knowing how much like a predator the smile made him look—and eased his finger inside. She clenched tight around him, rocking her hips as he gripped her front and back. Her orgasm started deep inside, built slowly then exploded. He moved his hand so he could make love to her but she still held his dick.

He almost came when she used her own hand to slick him up and down. He took it as long as he could.

“Enough.” He gently tugged on her hands. She opened her eyes, smiled, and slid up higher. With her help, he didn’t need to brace himself. She prepared herself for him and held his gaze while he oh
-
so
-
slowly pushed inside, and home.

She had melted at his touch and now met every thrust with her own. She urged him on with her eyes and her hands. He rotated his hips
,
pressing his cock against each of her channel walls. His erection swirled around inside her. As he moved above her, he felt her tighten. When she came, she arched her back and shouted.

“I love you,” he mumbled. He slammed his hips against her, determined to make her come again. And when she did, he went with her. It was perfect.

* * * *

Lisa let the welcome weight of her new lover crush her into the sofa.
Well
.
Hmm.

She wiggled the toes on her left foot to avoid getting the tingles. It was going numb, but she did not want to move.

Hmm
.

The large, warm, sated male lying so still on top of her made a noise in his throat. She smiled. He was trying to move but she didn’t think he was having any more luck than she was.

Another noise came from Efrem and a small movement. His fading erection slipped out of her making both of them groan. Lisa giggled and could feel Efrem smile into her neck.

“Are we alive?” she asked playfully.