by Marji Spicer
He was getting hard just by listening to her. She closed her eyes as she rolled the bottle across her chest. Her nipples were hard little points now.
Damn, she looks like she's going to come. Denver adjusted himself. He was jealous of a damned beer bottle.
Joy opened her eyes. “God, I needed this,” she said. “It sure does feel good.” She twisted off the cap and took a long drink.
“Do you want to sit down?”
“You don't mind that I'm dirty, do you?”
“Come again?”
“I'm dirty, do you want me on your couch?”
Hell yeah.
“That’s ok,” he said. “Have a seat.”
Joy sat down on his couch. He took a seat next to her.
“God, you're hot.”
“I’ve been outside all day.” Joy finished her beer and set the bottle on his coffee table. “I should go now.” He leaned towards her and kissed her. She pushed him away. “I didn't come over here for that.”
“I've missed you,” he whispered in her ear. “I think about the night we spent together all the time.”
Joy blushed as she thought about it. “It was the alcohol. I normally don't behave that way.”
“Normal is overrated,” he grinned. He kissed her again, and this time she kissed him back. He broke off the kiss. “Let me make you feel good, baby.”
“No, last time was a mistake.”
“Now, darling, how could you call that a mistake?”
“It never should have happened. It can't happen again. I like my life the way it is. I don't need any complications in it.”
“Me eating your pussy would be a complication? Just let me have a little taste.” Denver was a dirty talker, and normally, that turned her off, but with him, it was a turn on. “Come on,” he said. “I'll have you begging for it.”
“I don't beg.”
“You did before. I bet I can make you again.” He pushed up her tank top and bra. “Damn, sugar!” He licked one nipple and then the other. Joy moaned when he sucked one into his mouth. He leaned back and looked at her. “Look at you; you're so damn hot. I'm ready to come right now.” Denver knelt on the floor between her thighs. He had one goal in mind as he kissed his way down her stomach. He unzipped her shorts and slowly pulled them down. “Damn baby, no underwear?” He was so hard; he had to reach down and unzip his jeans. He spread her legs wide, leaned forward, and licked her. “God damn,” he groaned. “You taste so good.” He used his thumbs to spread her apart and licked her again. She was like a juicy peach. “You're so wet for me, baby.” She was so turned on by the way he licked her and how he talked. Denver stopped and flicked his tongue over her clit.
“Oh god,” she groaned. Please don't stop. She opened her eyes and looked down at his dark head between her legs. Denver looked up and grinned. He continued to watch her as he licked her. “God, I'm almost there.”
He stopped. “What's the magic word?” he asked. “Say it, baby.” Joy’s body told her to beg him. Her head told her no. Don’t give in. “Say the word,” he demanded. “Just say please, and I'll make you come so hard.”
“No,” she whimpered. He stopped and leaned back on his thighs. Damn, that was a sight. Joy spread out before him. She was so wet and ready. He tugged up her shorts. “What are you doing?” she asked in disbelief.
Denver lifted her hips, pulled her shorts up and zipped them. He pulled her bra and tank top back down over her belly. There was no way he was going to leave her in this condition.
“Sorry, babe, you didn't say the magic word.”
“Screw you.”
“All you had to say was please.”
Damn him!
He had gotten her right there and stopped. She was still turned on. So, he thinks he’s in control. We'll see who has self-control. She began to scheme.
Denver left the room and came back with her package. “Have a nice night,” he smirked. He knew what kind of night she'd have.
Joy took the package. “What time do you get out of work tomorrow?”
He gave her a puzzled look. “Usually by 6:00. Why?”
“I need your key.”
“For what?”
“I'm going to come over and clean. I'll make you dinner too.”
Denver looked at her suspiciously. Something didn’t add up here. He pissed her off, and then she offers to cook and clean for him. At least she'll be here with me. He took a spare key out of a cupboard and handed it to her.
“You can't touch me tomorrow,” she said. “Promise me you won’t.”
“What are you up to?”
“Just promise me.”
“Ok, I promise,” he growled. He'd agree to just about anything to have Joy near him. He watched her as she walked to the door. She reached for the doorknob, stopped, and looked over her shoulder. “By the way, I have toys.”
“What?”
“You know women have toys, don’t you? You got me all hot and bothered. I'll take it from here. Thanks for the warm-up. It won't be long, and BOB will get me off.” She smiled brightly and opened the door.
“Who the hell is Bob?”
“I’ll see you tomorrow. Be prepared; you're going to be the one to beg.”
“Like hell, I will! I've never begged a woman before; I'm not about to start now.”
“Have a good night.”
“Who the fuck is Bob?”
She blew him a kiss and closed the door.
Denver grabbed the phone and called Krista. “Who the hell is Bob?”
“What? You're not making any sense.”
“This Bob guy Joy is seeing. Who the hell is he?”
“I have no idea what you're talking about.”
“Joy was talking about toys. Then she said she was going to see this Bob guy.”
“What toys?”
“Sex toys.”
“Ok, I’ve heard enough. I don’t even want to know how that came up in your conversation.”
“Who the hell is he?” he growled. Krista burst out laughing. “What is so damn funny?” He would kill this Bob guy if he touched her.
“Calm down. Bob is her Battery-Operated Boyfriend.”
“Huh?”
“You know as in vibrator.”
Now he felt like an ass. “Shit, I'm sorry,” he apologized.
“It's ok, not too many men can compete with Bob.”
“I can; that's for damn sure.”
Krista rolled her eyes. “Is that all?”
“Just one other thing.”
“Yes?”
“Don't tell Mark, or Joy, about this Bob misunderstanding.” He used the magic word, “Please.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll keep it our little secret.” Krista was still laughing when she hung up the phone.
Denver wondered what Joy had planned. He’d never beg her for anything. Not after the night of Mark and Krista's wedding. Joy blamed the alcohol, but tonight was proof. She wanted it, and he was the only man that would be giving it to her. Denver tried not to think about Bob getting Joy off. He couldn't sleep. He was sure she was sound asleep. Bob was probably still in bed with her. Damn Bob anyway. Denver was fucked. Who gets jealous over a beer bottle, then a vibrator? Joy had him twisted up in all kinds of knots.
Chapter Twenty Nine
Joy drove to a city two hours away since Bliss didn't have a costume shop. She ended up having to go to one of those adult toy stores. That had been embarrassing. The things you do for revenge. She started to prepare dinner before she left. Who didn't like lasagna? Denver’s apartment wasn’t that bad. It wouldn’t take long to clean. The costume would go with her plan. Hopefully, this was a fantasy of his.
Joy changed at Denver’s apartment. She blushed when she realized how short the costume was. She bought a pair of frilly underwear to wear under it. At first, she thought about skipping the underwear, but that wouldn't be fair. That would be a last resort if he didn’t fall under her spell.
Denver was irritated all day. Thanks to
Joy, he didn’t get any sleep the night before. He almost called her to cancel her plans. He wasn’t in the mood to be around people. He wanted to take a shower and go to bed. He should have stopped at the bar and had a beer. Instead, he was home by 6:15. The apartment was spotless and smelled great. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. There was only one place setting at the table. Where is she? So that was her plan. Get him to think about her all day and then not be there when he got home. She had skipped out on him. He had a thing or two to tell her. Denver grabbed the phone. He was dialing her number when he heard a noise in the hall. He turned around. The phone almost dropped out of his hand. He hung it back up on the hook.
“Fuck,” he swore.
Joy stood in the hallway, in a French maid costume. It was tight, displaying her curves just right. The dress was short and barely covered her thighs. Thigh-high stockings, a garter belt, and what had to be at least 3- inch heels completed the costume.
“Your dinner is getting cold,” she scolded. “Why aren't you eating?”
“Oh, I'll eat alright,” he said as he moved towards her.
“No.” Joy put her hands out. “You can't touch me. You promised.”
“So, that's what this is all about. You think because you look so damn sexy, I'll lose control. Well, let me tell you, I'm not like a horny seventeen-year-old who can't control himself.” To hell, you’re not. “I guess I'll go eat.” Denver sat down at the table and started to fill his plate.
“No, let me do that. It's my job, after all.” Joy began to serve him. She made sure she bent over in front of him as much as possible. Denver got a good view of her barely contained cleavage. He swore she was going to fall out of the costume. She seemed to have a problem with staying in dresses.
He ignored her as he took a bite of food. “Damn, this is good.”
Denver acted like she wasn’t even in the room. He should be begging her by now. Things weren’t turning out as she had planned. No man has this much self-control.
Joy unfolded his napkin and shook it out. “Oops, I dropped it.” She bent over in front of him, exposing her frilly underwear. She heard his swift intake of breath and smiled. She stood up straight and handed him the napkin.
Once again, Denver’s face was a mask of control. Except now, there was a noticeable tick in his jaw.
“Do you want some wine?”
“I'd rather have a beer, but sure.” She poured the wine and made sure to spill a little in his lap. “Christ,” he jumped. Joy knelt in front of him and unzipped his pants. She made sure her knuckles rubbed against his growing erection. “What in the hell are you doing?”
“That's red wine. It’ll stain. You have to take your pants off.”
“They are work pants for fuck's sake,” he growled. He knocked her hands away. “I think I know how to take off my damn pants.”
He sounded mad. Now she was getting to him. Joy smiled to herself. She grabbed a napkin and pressed it into his crotch. What was the damn deal with her, napkins, and his crotch? It was like déjà vu all over again. His cock grew more than he thought possible. If only she'd keep her damn hands to herself.
“Take off your pants. I'll put them in the wash.”
To hell with it. Joy knew he was hard. She put him in that condition with her dabbing and rubbing his crotch. He stood, took his pants off, and handed them to her. If it were possible for a dick to sigh, his just did. He sat back down. Joy took the pants and walked to the door. As soon as she opened the door, it slammed shut. She turned around and glared at him. “What are you doing?”
“You are NOT going to the laundry room dressed like that.”
Joy blushed. How could she have forgotten how she was dressed?
Denver grabbed the pants and threw them down. “To hell with the fucking pants.” The thought of his male neighbors seeing her dressed like that made him see red. What in the hell was she trying to do? “Can I eat now?” he asked. “From now on, keep your damn hands off me. You’re not playing fair.”
“As I recall Denver, you had more than your hands on me last night. Go ahead and eat. I won't touch you again.”
This was turning out to be the longest meal of his life.
“I made banana cream pie for dessert.”
Denver groaned. Why did she have to say that?
Joy was true to her word. She didn't touch him again. Her plan was failing—fast. She went into the bathroom and removed the frilly panties. Last resort here goes. If this doesn't work, I give up. She hoped her embarrassment didn’t show on her face. He was so damn cocky. She needed to prove she could do this. Joy quickly downed her glass of wine that was on the counter. She could sure use a couple of shots of tequila right now. Joy cleared off the table. She leaned over and dropped something into his lap. “Do you want dessert now?”
Denver looked down at his lap and saw her frilly panties. What in the heck? He picked them up. It took his brain a minute to register that, if he was holding her panties, she wasn't wearing them. He turned his head towards her. She bent over the counter. He sucked in his breath.
Joy turned around. “Ready for that pie now?”
Her plan worked, maybe a little too much. She was a little frightened. What kind of beast had she unleashed? He lost all control.
Denver stood up fast and knocked his chair over. He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. “You win you little, witch. I'll beg you for a piece of that ass. But you knew I would, didn't you?” Joy found herself lying flat on her back across the kitchen table. She looked up at his face. The look in his eyes was one of pure lust! Denver grabbed the neckline of her costume and ripped it down the front. He cupped her face in his big hands. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.” His tongue invaded her mouth and possessed her. He lifted his head. “Are you being a tease, or do you want my cock?” he growled. “You better open that pretty little mouth of yours and tell me what you want.”
Joy planted her feet on the table and opened her legs wider. “I want you to use me tonight.”
She was pushing him. “Then lie back, baby, and let me take care of business.” He shoved his boxers off, buried himself deep inside her and groaned when he felt her tighten around him. “I’ve thought about fucking you all day.” He pulled out and thrust into her harder.
“That’s funny,” she moaned.
His eyes darkened. He clenched his jaw as he drove into her again. “I don’t find anything fucking funny right now.”
“It’s just that…” She looked into his eyes. “I’ve been having dirty thoughts about you all day. I’m so horny right now I’m going to need you to fuck me harder.” Damn, she was going to do him in. “That’s it,” she said. “Fuck me with your big cock.”
He bent over until their mouths touched. “If you keep talking to me like that with your naughty little mouth, I’m not going to last much longer.” He tugged on her bottom lip and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Denver fought back his release as need build up inside him. He had to hold back for her. Joy arched her back. He tore his mouth from hers. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. He moved his hand between their bodies and stroked her with his fingers. She cried out as she shattered. He groaned and drove into her one last time. His heart raced, and his arms shook. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”
She realized that he had never begged. He just took, but she didn't care.
Denver finally caught his breath. “You know we'll have to get married. That’s twice now that I’ve compromised you.”
Joy snorted. “What are you talking about?”
“You have a pretty big house to fill up. Better get started on those babies.”
“I’m not stupid enough to have a baby with you.”
What did she mean by that? With him?
They had gotten dressed and now sat on the sofa.
“I'll give up my apartment and move in with you. I’m not living in a purple house. So, we’ll have to paint it. Should we go get some boxes now?”
“Just because we'
ve had sex a couple of times now, doesn’t mean I want to marry you. It’s just sex. It doesn’t mean anything.”
He ignored what she said and kept talking. “I’ll have to stop working out of town so much now. I’ll send out my crew. From now on, we'll be in bed together every night. I'm sure those babies won't take long. I want to be a part of my kid’s life.”
That’s what she was afraid of.
Denver hauled her onto his lap and kissed her. “Want to practice now?” he teased.
“Slow the hell down. I’m not going to have your baby.”
“I thought you wanted one?”
“I do want a baby. But not with you.”
“I wouldn’t even charge you for my little swimmers.”
Joy rolled her eyes. “I'm out of here. There's no talking to you.”
“I'll grab those boxes in about an hour. Try not to rush me. I can’t remember such an exhausting meal before. That was a great dinner. Dessert was even better. Love your pie.”
Joy slammed the door on his laughter.
Chapter Thirty
It was a beautiful summer afternoon. Joy decided to go for a walk. She stopped at the diner for a coffee first.
“Are you a reader?” Pearl asked.
“Yes, I love books.”
“Well, you might want to stop at the Baptist church. They’re having their annual used book sale. You can buy them pretty cheap.”
“Are you going?”
“No, I try to avoid Gladys as much as possible. For some reason, that woman has it in for me. I’ve never met a more miserable human being in my life. She’s always been a stick in the mud.”
“I haven’t met her yet.”
“You’ll know right away who she is,” Pearl laughed. “Look for the woman who looks constipated. That’ll be her.” Joy laughed. “I’m sure she’ll be there. The woman practically lives at the church.”
“Maybe I’ll stop in and risk running into her. Thanks for letting me know and for the warning.”
“You’re welcome, honey. I hope you find some good reading material.”
Joy walked by the Baptist church when she saw Denver. She ducked inside. She hadn’t talked to him since the French maid incident. Joy followed the sign to the basement and began to look through the books. There was a lot to go through. She hoped Denver would be gone when she left. She found a couple of books on pregnancy and picked them up.
