Our minds raced together. Her hands slid into my hair as my lips moved toward a nipple. It swelled immediately in my mouth.“Oh Mr. Johnson,” she r...peated. “The other, don’t forget the other. Yes, do it harder.”My hand was mauling her brusquely where my mouth had been, I wrapped my lips over my teeth and began sucking and pinching at the neglected nipple. My other arm was strong around the small of her back as she leaned against it. I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted to devour her. Suddenly. I felt my stomach tighten into a knot, for a moment I thought I was going to be sick. I fought back the nausea, took several deep breaths to clear my head and calm my jangling nerves. Then looked up at Eric.He was watching me like a predator. He smiled confidently at me, then lit a cigarette, blew a stream of smoke lazily up into the air. He seemed in no hurry to break the silence, clearly, he thought he’d said all he needed to say. I knew what my response would be, had to be, but I was. The few times I've tried to date, they leave as soon as possible, usually with a line about not feeling a "spark" even though I "seem very nice." Well, I'm sick of being the poster boy for "Nice guys finish last."Fortunately, my brain didn't fail me the way my looks did. I am almost always the smartest person in the room. And here is a little secret you may not know: most people are so afraid of being seen as stupid that they won't contradict you if you speak with any kind of authority. I. Trevor did think of taking up Chris's offer to return to the barbecue now that his 'headache' was cured but decided not to. He did, however, look out of his bedroom window and catch the eye of his young lover who was back outside with the still remaining guests and Kelly blew him a kiss.Having accomplished one quick fuck, the couple wanted more and in a more relaxed situation, so early in the week, Trevor got the idea of booking a hotel room for an afternoon of sexual joy. He knew that Kelly.