Holy fucking shit. I’ve had some great blowjobs in my day, but the way Lucy was sucking my cock and reaming my ass was just about to put me over the motherfucking moon. I could hold back my orgasm until I was ready to pop, but I knew that a couple more minutes of that action was going to make it impossible to hold back. And the dirty talk! I fucking loved that fucking shit. Some women are put off by it. Fuck, Lucy was giving back as good as she was getting.

She pushed herself back onto the bed and spread her legs to give me a perfect view of her bare pussy. The lips were perfect and pink, glistening with her juices. She used two fingers to pull back the skin from her clit to show me the little man in the boat. I wanted to fuck the shit out of her, but I couldn’t resist having a little taste of her pussy first.

I got to my knees and slid my hands under her ass and cupped her cheeks and lifted her off the bed. I was gonna eat her like a fucking ear of corn! I flicked my tongue over her clit and she jerked and moaned. “Mmmm, you taste wonderful,” I said as my tongue slid between her folds, tasting her hot, tangy juices for the first time in years. She tasted as sweet and salty as I remembered. She slid her fingers down to spread her pussy lips for me. I flattened my tongue and lapped her up, licking from her asshole to her clit and back again, like a hungry kitten lapping up milk. I stiffened my tongue like a little cock and slid it deep inside her, then bobbed my head back and forth to fuck her with it. She bucked her ass against my face, covering my cheeks and chin with her hot juices.

“Fuck me…” she moaned, her fingers in my hair. “Calvin… Cole… I want your big cock inside me… now…”

I wiped my mouth on my shoulder and climbed between her legs. She reached between us and took my cock in her hand and guided me toward her pulsating pussy.

“Fuck… you feel amazing…” she moaned as the head of my cock slid inside her tight hole. Her legs went around my waist and she pressed her heels to my ass to prod me on. “Fuck me… fuck me with your big cock…”

I smiled and did as I was told. I braced my arms on the bed and slowly let my cock slide inside her until I felt the head press against the back of her cunt. I pulled all the way out and slid all the way in again. With each thrust, the tempo grew faster, until I was ramming into her so hard the entire bed shook. She dug her fingernails into my arms and moaned my name.

I watched her face as the orgasm drew near. She was beautiful, even more beautiful than the day I met her in math class all those years ago. Even more beautiful than the night she climbed on top of my cock for the first time in the back of my dad’s car. She was fully a woman now, with large breasts and a tight, shaved pussy and lips that took me back in time.

“Oh… fuck… I’m cumming…” she said, rocking her hips up to meet my cock as it rammed deep inside her. “Cum with me… Cole… Cum… Fill my pussy with your hot load…”

I let go of the breath that I’d been holding and let myself cum. I could feel my balls tightening as the cum erupted from my cock like a volcano. “Fuck… yes… god… your pussy is so fucking tight… I’m cumming, Lucy… oh… fuck yes… I’m cumming…”

Our bodies jerked and spasmed together as we came at the exact same time. I could feel her hot juices gushing out over me, drenching the part of my shaft that wouldn’t fit inside her and my balls and my pubes. I stiffened as I shot my load deep inside her, filling her with my hot milky cum. A few more thrusts and she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down on the bed beside her. We were both covered in sweat and panting like we’d just run a marathon and fucked at the finish line.

“Holy shit, that was amazing,” she said, putting a hand over her left breast. “My heart is about to pound right out of my chest.”

“It was a little like going back in time,” I said, turning my head so I could see her face.

“It was better,” she said, smiling back at me. “Because this time we knew what the heck we were doing.”

* * *

Lucy sat across the breakfast table wearing nothing but one of my white dress shirts and a smile. What was it that was so fucking sexy about a woman wearing a man’s dress shirt? Whatever it was it made me want to rip the shirt off her and take her right there on the table. Or maybe I’d just pick up the bottle of maple syrup and pour it over her big tits and lick it off. I glanced at my watch. I had a consult in thirty minutes. Breakfast sex would have to wait. I picked up my coffee cup and watched her finish off the entire stack of pancakes I’d made for both of our breakfasts.

“How many pancake eating contests have you won over the last twenty years?” I asked, arching my eyebrows in wonder.

“Every single one I entered, smart ass,” she said, dropping her fork onto her empty plate and licking the syrup from her lips. “When did you learn to cook?”

“I don’t think making pancakes technically qualifies as cooking,” I said. “Anything you can make from a recipe on the side of a box of powder isn’t really cooking.”

“Call it what you will, that was freakin’ delicious,” she said with a contented smile. “I can’t believe I’m here with you like this. It’s a little weird, huh.”

“Just a little,” I said, smiling back. “I’m glad you’re here, though. In fact, I would really like for you to be here a lot more. We have a lot of catching up to do, in more ways than one.”

“I don’t want to cramp your style, Dr. Walker,” she said, holding out her hands. “I mean, you have been voted one of New York’s Most Eligible Bachelors five years in a row. I don’t want the press to get the wrong impression here.”

I rolled my eyes and snorted at her. “You really have to stay off Google,” I said. “I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m just saying that I’d love to see more of you. You make me happy, Lucy. It’s a nice feeling.”

“Have you not been happy, Calvin?” she asked, a look of concern washing over her face. “I mean, Cole?”

“Oh, I’ve been happy,” I said with a halfhearted shrug. “It’s just nice having an old friend back in my life.”

“An old friend?” She gave me a pouty look. “Is that what I am to you? An old friend? Like an old frat buddy?”

“More of an old flame then,” I said, the smile melting into a sigh. “One that I would very much like to kindle to see what ignites.”

“I think that can be arranged,” she said. She pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. “Can I ask you a serious question?”

“You can ask me anything,” I said. I drained the coffee cup and got up to put it and the breakfast dishes in the sink. I turned to lean back against the counter with my arms folded over my chest. “Shoot.”

“Are you thinking about leaving WNN?”

“Is that something we should be discussing?” I asked, a little put off by the question.

She rested her chin on her knees to gaze up at me. “Is there a reason why we shouldn’t discuss it?”

“No, not unless last night was just a ploy by the network to get me to renew the current contract on their terms. Please tell me you weren’t sent here by Ed Quigley to ply me with sexual favors.”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course not. Unless you think that would work.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “My career is in the hands of my agent and manager now, Lucy. I’ll do whatever they think is best for the long term. Right now, that would be to renew with WNN under more favorable terms, however...”

“However, there’s the syndication deal with Kingston Television,” she said.

“You know about that?”

“Everybody knows about that,” she said, swatting a hand at me. “Ed said you want an opt-out clause in case the syndication deal happened down the road. Do you think that’s going to happen, Cole? Are you going to be the next Dr. Oz?”

I narrowed my eyes at her and took a deep breath. I wasn’t used to anyone questioning my reasoning or prying into my business, but this was Lucy, the girl I had once loved madly and could easily do so again. I looked at my watch and pushed away from the counter.

“I really have to go, Lucy,” I said. “We can talk about this another time.”

“Just make me a promise,” she said, getting up from the table and wrapping her arms around my neck. The shirt rose off her ass and I couldn’t resist helping myself to a handful or two. “If you do decide to leave, just give me a little notice. I mean, I’m the executive producer now, it’s technically my show, and it would be nice to avoid a major catastrophe my first week on the job.” She rubbed her nose to my chin. “Besides, you know I hate surprises as much as you do.”

“I don’t know about that,” I said, kissing the tip of her nose. “This surprise seems to be working out nicely.”