Partner Swap

Content Advisory: m/f sex

What was she doing here? Lacey glanced across the room where Sam stood talking with a tall, willowy brunette. He leaned in close to her and whispered something in her ear. They both turned to look at her before going back to their conversation.

Lacey grabbed her drink from the table in front of her and downed it all in one gulp. Wasn’t it enough that she agreed to come to this place with her boyfriend of four months? Did they really need to introduce someone new to their bed? Or someones?

Sam brushed his knuckles up and down the brunette’s bare arm and the woman laughed, leaned into him, kissed him.

A pang shot through her chest, compressing her lungs like a vise until it hurt to draw a breath. The old insecurities surfaced the second Sam suggested a partner swap. Was she not good enough? Why did he need more? Could she handle seeing him with another?

Sam grabbed the brunette’s hand and the two made their way over to her. Lacey chugged the remainder of her drink. Her boyfriend wanted this. If she said no, she could lose him. If she went through with this, she could still lose him. Did she really even have him if their relationship depended on this?

The beautiful woman in red leather was everything she wasn’t – confident, sexy, willing to play games. With a deep-seated certainty that tonight was the end of her relationship with Sam, Lacey pasted a fake smile on her face as the two approached.

“Lacey, meet Sadira. Sadira, Lacey.”

Great, she even had an exotic name.

Sadira reached out to hug her. “I’m honored you chose me to join you.”

Join us? Oh, hell no. If this was going to happen, she was getting hers, too.

“Nice to meet you, Sadira. Where’s your partner?”

Confusion flashed across the beautiful woman’s face as guilt camped out on Sam’s.

“Well, um, Lacey—”

Lacey interrupted his stuttered explanation. “No, Sam. No offense to you, Sadira, but we agreed to a partner swap, not a threesome.”

His mouth opening and closing, Sam looked like a fish as he tried to salvage his little fantasy, but Sadira, confusion gone, spoke first.

“Of course. I don’t have a partner, but I do have a very good friend I could invite. He’s very good-looking and I trust him. In fact, you are exactly his type. Shall I call him?”

Disgust at the relief flooding Sam’s features at the save gave Lacey the courage to say yes. If this was the death-knell for them, at least she could go out with a bang. Hopefully a big one.

Sitting up straight and squaring her shoulders, Lacey turned her back on her former boyfriend and nodded. “I’d like to meet him. If I feel comfortable and he’s willing, we can go from there.”

Sadira clapped her hands. “Perfect. Excuse me a moment.”

As the woman stepped away, already punching numbers in her cell, Sam whirled on her.

“What do you think you’re doing, Lace?” A muscle ticked at his temple, a sure sign of his anger.

Too bad.

“What we agreed to, Sam. You said partner swap, not a threesome with another woman. How like you to ensure your pleasure without thought to mine. Typical. I don’t know why I expected anything else.”
“What?” Shock quickly replaced the anger.

Feeling empowered, she continued. “That’s right. You suck in bed. For the record, after tonight, don’t bother calling me. I’m through with you, you selfish bastard.”

Sadira stepped between them at that moment. “My friend will join us shortly. Let’s dance while we wait.”

“You and Sam go ahead. I’ll wait here.”

“Are you sure?” The brunette cast a worried gaze toward Sam, who was already pulling her to the dance floor.

“Absolutely.”

Seems Sam was already moving on. Fine with her. Lacey flagged down a waitress and ordered another drink. Now that she had told him they were over, a weight had lifted off her chest. A one-woman man, she’d been coerced into something she hadn’t felt comfortable with.

Now, she could enjoy herself with worry or regret.

Two more drinks later, a guy approached Sadira on the dance floor. After a quick hug, she led both men to the table. Assuming this was the friend Sadira called, Lacey checked him out.

His blond hair was military-short and directed attention to the masculine planes of his face. Strong cheekbones and a square chin sent her pulse skyrocketing, but the dimple that peeked out when he smiled started the juices running in her panties. Broad shoulders tapered down to slim hips and the athletic way he moved through the crowd promised a tight ass.

Oh yeah. She could definitely get into him. Next to him, Sam looked like the weasel he was. This was real man and the confident way he held himself, combined with the panty-dropping good looks had her squirming in her seat.

As they approached the table, the mystery man’s smile grew. Hmm, maybe Sadira was right and she was his type. Who knew that Mr. Macho would like a woman with more curves than society said was beautiful?

“Lacey, this is the friend I told you about. Brett, say hi to Lacey.”

Brett rounded the table and lifted her hand. “My pleasure, Lacey.” The touch of his firm lips against her knuckles sent a shaft of electricity straight to her clit.

“I have a feeling it will be my pleasure.”

His dimple deepened as their gazes met and held.

“So, are we good to go?” Sam’s annoying voice broke through the spell between them.

Irritation flashed across Brett’s face as he faced Sam.

“I know she’s a little thick, but are you willing to fuck her?”

Heat swept up her face as mortification set in. Sadira gasped at Sam’s cruel words and Brett’s irritation turned to anger if the clenching fists were any indication.

“That’s no way to talk about a lady. She’s a beautiful woman and you’re a fool if you can’t see that.”

Brett coming to her defense and sticking up for her turned her on even more, despite Sam’s nastiness.

“Whatever, dude. Ready, Sadira?”

Oblivious to the disgust on the brunette’s face, Sam held his hand out to her. When she didn’t take it, he finally looked at her.

“What’s wrong?”

“You say those things about your girlfriend and then expect me to go with you?”

“She’s not my girlfriend anymore. She broke up with me before we went on the dance floor.”

Sadira nodded at Lacey. “Good for you.” She turned back to Sam. “You think that makes it okay? I don’t spend time with men who disrespect women.”

The brunette sashayed back to the dance floor. Sam turned his angry gaze on Lacey.

“See what you’ve done? I should have unloaded you long ago.”

Brett got between them as Sam advanced on her. “I suggest you go cool off.”

As Sam eyed Brett, Lacey could tell when the light bulb came on and Sam realized he was outmatched. With a disgusted snort, Sam turned away and cut through the crowd to the bar. Probably to find another partner for the night.

Brett sat on the other stool and took her hand. “You know he’s a dick, right? You broke up with him so you must, but what he said was out of line. I meant it when I said you’re beautiful.”

The sincerity in his gaze and voice broke through her embarrassment. She smiled.

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

He grinned at her for a moment and then sobered. “So far, I like what I see in you, but I have to be honest, I don’t like to share my partners.”

The last bit of trepidation lifted and she laughed. “Good, because I don’t like it, either. That was all Sam.”

“Figures. Idiot didn’t know what he had.”

The four drinks she’d consumed in short period of time combined with a hot guy rubbing circles on her hand got her juices flowing again. After all the build-up and the sudden free feeling rushing through her, she wanted this man. Tonight. Now.

“Want to go up to my room?”

“Are you asking because you want me or because you want to get back at him?”

Wow, a man that thought with more than his little head. As she wondered how to convince him, a wicked idea popped into her head and she had enough alcohol to lower her inhibitions to carry it out.

With slow, deliberate motions, she propped her heel on the rungs of his stool, widening her legs. As her skirt rode up her thighs, she ran her hand along the soft skin there. Brett’s eyes tracked the motion until her fingers slid up to her panties.

She plunged her first two fingers into her channel, her moisture easing the entry. Withdrawing, she pulled her hand out and held her offering out to him. Gazes locked, he leaned forward and sucked the fingers into his mouth.

His velvety tongue caressed her skin and he sucked on the digits, each pull garnering an answering tug in her clit. As he finished his treat, she tossed back her hair. The heat in his eyes gave her the confidence to continue with her invitation.

“What do you think?”

“I think you taste like heaven and I can’t wait for more. Let’s go.”

Hand in hand, they made their way back to her room. As she flipped the security lock in place, his arms encircled her and he nuzzled her neck. The scrape of stubble along with the wet slide of his tongue just behind her ear sent a wave of arousal through her. Knees buckling, she sagged against the door. He palmed her breasts and kneaded them. Her nipples tingled with desire and she tried to move them into his grasp. He stopped, sliding his hands to her waist.

“No. My way.”

At her nod, he returned to her aching mounds. She gasped for breath as he finally scraped a fingernail over one taut nub. More, more, more.

She didn’t realize she’d said it out loud until he answered her. “You’ll get more, baby. I promise.”
Letting go of her sensitive breasts, he worked the fastenings on her dress until it hung open. With a sweep of his hands, the silky garment fell at her feet, leaving her in thong panties and heels.

Brett placed her hands on the door. “Leave them.”

Taking her silence as agreement, he turned his attention back to her breasts. This time, he zeroed in on her hard nipples, pulling and rolling them between his finger and thumb. Each movement sent a shaft of fire from her nipples straight to her pussy.

Lacey moaned and dropped her head back on his shoulder, making sure to leave her hands on the door in front of her. “Yes. Oh my God, yes.”

Commanding control over their love play, mouth nibbling her neck, hands paying homage to her nipples, and a huge cock pressing into her backside, Brett overwhelmed all of her senses. He slid one hand down to her mound, slipping beneath her thong. Pinching her clit, he sent her body into a sudden, unexpected orgasm.

She screamed as electric shocks buzzed along her nerve endings, radiating from her clit to the rest of her body. Behind her, she could hear the metal slide of Brett’s zipper and whimpered when he shoved her thong aside. He pushed down on her back until she bent forward and with one plunge, seated his hard cock inside her.

Her sheath welcomed him, moist from her climax, but snug enough that they both groaned. He filled her fuller than she’d ever been before and touched every sensitive spot inside her. Pushing back toward him, she silently begged for more.

With a quick kiss on her spine, he withdrew and drove forward again. And again. And again. With each lunge, he hit her g-spot, sending fireworks shot throughout her body. His firm grip on her hips seemed at odds with the tender touches he’d placed on her cheek, her hand, her shoulders, yet the combination sent her senses reeling.

“Harder. I need…more.” She could barely gasp out her request as the pleasure spiraled inside her, creating a coil of need in her stomach that tightened with each thrust.

In answer to her plea, he increased the rhythm, pounding hard and fast, exactly what she wanted. No, needed.

The coil tightened further and further, on the edge of breaking, but still just out of reach.

“I…can’t….” She sobbed as her orgasm hovered near, but not close enough.

As if sensing her frustration, Brett slid one hand down to her mound. He rubbed her clit, flicked it a couple of times, rubbed some more. His ministrations raised her arousal another notch, but wasn’t enough…

With a quick pinch of the sensitive bundle of nerves, the coil broke. A flood of pleasure rushed through her, wave after wave of sensation threatened to drown her. Her knees buckled and Brett caught her, held her up, continued to plough into her.

And then he found his release. With a moan, he held himself still inside her as beads of sweat landed on her back.

After several minutes, Brett pulled out and helped her stand up straight. He led her to the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. Returning sans condom and with a wet washcloth, he wiped the moisture away before tossing it on the floor.

He joined her in the bed and pulled her into his arms. “That was incredible, baby. You’re incredible.”

Warmth filled her at his words. “You’re pretty incredible yourself.”

“You’re really done with the dick, right?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Good, because I want to see where this leads. If you’re interested.” Doubt filled his voice for the first time since she’d met him.

Lacey propped herself up on one elbow and looked down into his green eyes. “I’m definitely interested.”

Relief flooded his features and he smiled, pulling her back into his embrace.

She felt so good, on top of the world and laughed out loud.

“What’s so funny?”

“I told you it would be my pleasure.”

****

Please return on September 22nd for the next rendezvous by Scarlett.

~~Scarlett Jameson~~

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