I was nearly there. Teetering on the edge of bliss, but not quite ready to leap. Not yet. I wanted to savor this moment. To remember it because who knew if it would ever happen again.
But then he thrust in and ground his hips against my clit and sent me soaring in ecstasy. “Will!”
“Yes, fuck, yes, Ellie.” He withdrew and thrust again, filling me with liquid heat. He did it again, and again until finally he dropped his head to my shoulder and fought to catch his breath.
I held on to him, with my arms and my pussy. Wanting to keep him inside me, around me, for as long as possible. It was then I realized he hadn’t used a condom.
At first, a shot of panic speared my gut. I wasn’t afraid of pregnancy as I’d been on the pill for years. I’d always said it was to regulate my periods, but in reality, I went on the pill as soon as I knew I wanted to experience sex.
What caused my fear was not knowing Will’s sexual history. Did he use condoms when was with other women? I knew he wasn’t promiscuous in that he wasn’t sleeping with women all the time. But I knew, if only by how good he was in the sack, that he had plenty of experience.
“Oh fuck, Ellie.” He lifted his head, his blue eyes showing concern. “I didn’t use a condom.”
I swallowed.
He released me hard and fast like I was a leper. I felt the loss of contact like a slap, and it made my emotional guard go up. I adjusted my bikini to cover my pussy and tits. “I’m on the pill. And healthy.” I started to make my way toward the beach.
“Hey.” His hand caught my arm. “Where are you going? Fuck, Ellie, I’m sorry. I got carried away.”
I let him stop me but I couldn’t look at him.
His forefinger cradled my chin, lifting it. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, Ellie. Look, I’m clean. I always use a condom, always. Well…” He gave me a sheepish grin. “Until this moment.”
I nodded.
“I hurt you?”
I shook my head. It felt fucking fabulous to feel every ridge of him moving inside me, but I wasn’t going to say that. “No.”
“You’re sure?” His hands gently held my cheeks. “You just feel so fucking good, Ellie. I’m sorry I got carried away.”
“No, it felt good.”
He leaned his head against my forehead. “I’m so sorry. I’ve never not used a condom.”
I lifted my head and looked at him in disbelief. “How is that possible? You have Mollie.”
He sagged back. “The condom broke when Mollie was conceived.”
Oh. So he’d never had sex without a condom until me? If that was true, what did that mean? It doesn’t mean anything, Ellie. Stop looking for signs that Will will give you more.
“You sure you’re okay?” he asked, pulling me to him again.
I nodded. “I liked it.”
He gave me his mischievous smile. “Just ‘like’ huh?”
I shrugged, glad that we were moving into more playful banter.
He ground his still loose cock to my belly. “Did you say you’re on the pill?”
A thrill shot through my body straight to my pussy at the seductiveness of his question. “Yes.”
“Do you trust that I’m clean? That I’m healthy?”
I nodded. I probably shouldn’t, but I did.
“Maybe you can let me try to do better. I want you to love sex, Ellie.”
I already did, but I wasn’t going to say that. “I suppose it can’t hurt to try.”
As it turned out, once we went without a condom, it was impossible to go back. Of course, we didn’t even try. We got our fill of each other all night until Mollie returned home Saturday evening. I hoped it would get me through the next week until Will and I could be together again, but it seemed as if we could barely go an hour before we needed to be fucking each other’s brains out. How would I last until Will had free time again? Would it be days? A week? Longer?
My brain reminded me that I was in dangerous territory to be so needy for him. But my body wanted what it wanted. It wanted Will. Worse yet, all of me, even my heart, wanted Will. That meant heartbreak was surely in my future, but I pushed that concern aside. For now, I’d take whatever of himself Will was willing to give me.
Chapter 8
Will
After the first weekend I spent with Ellie, I tried to put her in the past. I told myself she was like the other women I’d been with; over and done. But she kept showing up in my dreams, waking me with a raging hardon that wouldn’t subside until I’d jacked off in the shower.
It was maddening and exciting at the same time how much my body craved her. It was also dangerous. I’d tried to ignore her, although not very hard. It wasn’t a coincidence that Mollie and I were at the pool each afternoon when Ellie got home from her teaching job. I needed to see her.
When my parents said they wanted to take Mollie to Disney, I saw my chance to have Ellie again. It broke every rule I had for myself about women; one time and gone. But I needed to get my fill of her. I was sure having her one more time, would get her out of my system.
Then I forgot the condom, and holy fuck, my cock got addicted to her sweet hot pussy. I’d never, ever, not used a condom. Even when Mollie was conceived, I’d been wearing one, but it had broken. Feeling Ellie’s pussy massage, squeeze and finally clench my throbbing cock without a barrier was like heaven. It was every fucking fantastic sexual feeling times ten.
I was even more committed to fucking her over and over with the idea that eventually the need for her would subside. And yet, by Saturday evening as I drove to pick up Mollie from my parents, just the thought of her made me so hard, I had to pull over and jack off so I didn’t have a raging hard-on at my parents’ house.
My brain was sounding all the alarms at that point; and still, my body didn’t give a fuck. All my cock wanted was to be inside Ellie’s perfect pussy again. That was no easy feat while raising Mollie. As much as I wanted Ellie, Mollie came first. I’d fucked Ellie on my balcony that first night I’d found out she was Mollie’s teacher, but I wasn’t ready to invite her to my bed when Mollie was home. Even the weekends we were together, we’d fucked everywhere in her place, but nowhere in mine.
But as one day without fucking Ellie became two, it was clear a hand job a couple of times a day wasn’t going to do it. On Wednesday, I caught Ellie as she was leaving for work and invited her to go with me to look at homes.
“I’m looking to buy a home for me and Mollie, and need someone to help me.”
“Rick or your parents won’t help you?”
“I need someone who really understands kids and what they need.” I was proud of myself for coming up with that excuse. It was better than, ‘I want to fuck you again and am looking for an excuse to be alone with you’. “My parents are watching Mollie tonight while I look. If the house is okay, I can take her to see it later.”
Ellie studied me, and again there seemed to be conflict in her eyes. What was making her feel unsure about me?
Finally, she nodded. “Sure. I’d be happy to help.”
“Great. My appointment is at 5:30 over in the Sandpiper neighborhood. We can drive over when you get home from school.”
“Should I meet you there?”
I shook my head. “Let’s drive together.” Jesus, I was in trouble that my desperation was so intense to be with this woman.
That evening, we arrived at the ranch-style home. Most homes for sale in the area were basic newer construction ranches with a southwestern feel. I much preferred an older home in an established neighborhood. This three-bedroom ranch built in the 1950s didn’t disappoint. It wasn’t huge, but it had three bedrooms, a front porch, and a large yard for Mollie to run around in. In fact, there was space to add on to the house later and still have a big yard, where I might be able to put a pool and still have room for Mollie to play.
“What do you think?” I whispered to Ellie as she stood with me in the master bedroom.
“I think it would make a great home for you and Mollie if you like it.”<
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“Mr. Mathers? I need to take this call,” the real estate agent said from the hallway. “You two take your time and I’ll meet you outside when you’re done.”
I nodded. When she left, I tracked Ellie to where she was checking out the master bath. Through the whole tour, I’d had this strange sensation in my chest, that grew in each room we saw. This must be the house for me and Mollie, and yet each time I thought of that, Ellie was in the picture too. I’m fucked.
“This is a good-sized bathroom considering the overall size of the house.” She opened the shower door and leaned in until all I could see was her fantastic ass. My cock, already semi-erect, shot to full attention.
I stepped inside the bathroom and closed the door. She closed the shower door and looked at me with one arched brow.
“Just checking to see if it’s big enough for two.” I grinned when she gave me her ‘yeah right’ expression. I pulled her to me and kissed her as I pushed her toward the vanity. There was no doubt she could feel my erection.
“The agent will come looking for us.”
“Let her look.” My lips were on her neck and my hands were under her skirt immediately. “This is your fault.” I ground my cock against her.
“My fault?”
“I can’t seem to control myself when you’re around.”
Her expression was one of disbelief. While she hadn’t expressed any negative thoughts about herself since our first weekend, I sensed she was still unsure of herself. My job was to teach her about sex, but I wanted her to also understand how fucking sexy she was.
I turned her around so we were both facing the mirror. I unzipped her dress and pushed it down her body.
“Will.”
“Trust me.” I kissed her shoulder as I unclasped her bra letting it fall on the floor. Her panties followed. “Look in the mirror, Ellie.”
She did, but I didn’t see her appreciating her assets. Perhaps she was worried we’d get caught. Maybe I should have waited to do this lesson at her place, but she was standing before me naked and my erection wasn’t going anywhere until I was satisfied.
I reached around her and cupped her breasts. “You have fantastic tits, Ellie. Look at them. Round, pink…God, I can’t get enough of them.” I brushed my thumbs over the hard, pink nipples causing her to gasp. “Look at me, Ellie. Look at what looking at you - touching you, does to me.”
She lifted her gaze in the mirror from where she’d been watching me play with her tits to my face.
“Feel it, Ellie.” I pressed my aching cock to her backside. “Feel how fucking hard you make me.”
She gasped, and her hands reached behind her, pressing and rubbing my dick through my jeans.
“You do that, baby. You. I need to fuck you. Now.”
She tried to undo my pants with her hands behind her, but she was taking too long. I undid them and pushed them along with my briefs down.
“Put your hands on the counter and lean forward a little.”
She did as I asked. There was fire in her eyes as she watched me move closer to her from behind.
“Spread your legs apart, baby.” I rubbed my dick through her folds and she gasped. “I’m going fuck you like this. From behind. You okay with that?”
“Yes.” She pressed her hips back as her pussy sought my dick.
I thought about taking my time, but who was I kidding? I needed to be submerged inside her more than I needed my next breath.
I found her hot wet opening and surged in.
“Will!” She cried out my name in what I knew was pleasure.
“Watch me fuck you.” I gripped her hips, and began to move, in and out in long strokes, fighting my instinct to fuck her hard and fast. “Ah, so fucking good, Ellie.”
“Oh, God...Oh, Will.” She looked down, biting her lip.
“Watch me,” I demanded.
She lifted her gaze, and I reached around her to tease her hard nipples as I moved fluidly inside her.
“How does that feel?”
“So good, Will…ah God…so good.”
“For me too, baby.” I was on fire as her pussy squeezed and pulsed around me. I wanted to feel her come on my cock, so I lowered my hand to her trimmed pussy curls and rubbed her hard, pink clit.
She let out a moan.
“You going to come, Ellie?”
“Yes…oh, God...so close…” She widened her stance and arched her back, and holy fuck, on my next thrust, I sank even deeper. I’m not sure I’d ever been so deep in a woman.
“Come on my cock, Ellie. I want to feel you come.”
She threw her head back, and her pussy contracted, sucking my dick inside her so tight I saw stars.
“Fuck yeah, baby. You feel so fucking good.” I gritted my teeth as I worked to hold back my own release until I could feel her pussy start to relax.
I took my fingers off her pussy, and wrapped my hand in her hair, causing her head to lift so she could look into the mirror. “Watch me come now, Ellie. Watch what you do to me.”
Her eyes flashed with wild heat as I began to move into her faster, harder, deeper.
“Oh fuck.” I released her hair, gripping her hips with both my hands as I pistoned inside that sweet pussy. Her pussy walls sucked on my taught member, making it grow thicker until I didn’t think I’d still fit. But I did. I looked down, watching as my cock disappeared into her pussy. My balls slapped against her with each thrust.
“Oh, fuck…I’m about to come.” I looked into the mirror, my gaze catching hers as I let loose and fucked her hard. My balls tightened, and then white-hot fire exploded from my cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I growled as my orgasm blasted from my dick, radiating out to every nerve in my body. I filled her pussy with cum with each thrust until it ran down her lush curvy legs. The sight of my cum dripping from her pussy sent another wave of ecstasy through me and had her crying out and coming again too.
It took several minutes for me to recover my breath, especially since I held her firm against me, wanting her pussy to wring every bit of cum from me.
When I was finally done, I looked into the mirror to her gaze. “You fucking blow my mind.”
She smiled, and for the first time, I thought she understood the power she had over me. For the first time, I realized it too, and it scared the shit out of me. I withdrew from her body, wondering what the hell I was thinking. I was so totally screwed.
Chapter 9
Ellie
The longer this thing with Will went on, the greater the risk was to my job and my heart. I wasn’t sure which scared me more. My head told me losing my job over an affair was idiotic and that I should do something to protect myself ASAP. But my heart clenched and I couldn’t breathe each time I considered ending things to ensure I didn’t get found out and fired. Was that love?
I didn’t know what it was. The only thing I knew was that I couldn’t ever say no when Will wanted to see me. I’d not only met him on the beach and went house hunting with him but sometimes he’d have me over after Mollie went to bed and he’d fuck me on the balcony with the moon and ocean in the background. Or he’d come over to my place whenever Mollie was with her grandparents.
A part of me thought Will was just trying to get me out of his system, and other times I wondered if he was developing feelings for me like I was with him. But I quickly dismissed those thoughts, attributing them to wishful thinking, because I did wish that Will and I were more than neighbors with benefits. I wished we could have something like Angela and Rick had, that is until something went wrong with their relationship.
The day I got the text from Angela that she and Rick were over, I was saddened because I knew she loved him. I invited her over to my place to binge on wine and ice cream, and to give her support.
When she arrived later that evening, I gave her a hug. “Ang, I’m so sorry.”
She sniffed. “I promised myself I wouldn’t cry anymore.”
“That’s why you’re here. To cry and yell, and drown it all out with
wine and ice cream.”
“You’re the best friend ever and I’m terrible. I’ve hardly been in touch about your new job and what’s going on with Will.”
“Right now is about you.” I motioned for her to sit on my couch. I wasn’t ready to delve too deeply into things with Will. I poured her some wine and handed her a pint of her favorite flavored ice cream. “So, what happened?”
She gulped half the wine down. “He’s a jerk. I made a comment about how much of his stuff was at my place and he went on a rant about how he wasn’t ready to make a commitment, blah, blah, blah.” She looked up at me and I saw such pain in her eyes. Pain I never wanted to feel and was sure I would if I kept up this thing with Will. “I never asked him for a commitment. And it’s not my fault he left things at my place. Men are pigs.”
I nodded in agreement because that’s what friends did. “When you told him that, what did he say?”
“He went on and on about how women talk in code so he knows what I was trying to do and he’s not ready.” She shook her head. “No doubt. He’s not even ready to have a grown-up conversation.” She scoffed. Then her lips trembled as her eyes filled with tears. “I really thought he was the one, you know?”
I nodded. “I know, honey.” I refilled her glass. “What are you going to do?”
She shrugged. “I’m going to drink wine and eat ice cream with my best friend, and find out what’s going on in her life. Then maybe tomorrow I’ll say yes to the cute guy at my job who’s been asking me out.”
“Rebound date?” I asked.
She nodded. “It sounds mean, but I don’t want Rick thinking he’s broken me.” She drank another large gulp of wine. She set her glass down and picked up the spoon I’d dug into the ice cream and started to eat. “Whoever invented ice cream should be sainted.”
I laughed. “I agree.”
“So, El, tell me about your new job.”
I held back my grin slightly as I didn’t want my happiness to make her misery worse. “It’s good, Ang. I’m really enjoying it and the kids are great. Will’s daughter is in my class.”
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