by K. C. Crowne
She lay back down, head resting against one of the many pillows beneath her.
I returned to tease her clit with the tip of my tongue, carefully pressing a single finger against her entrance. She was wet and ready for me, so it went in easily. I curled at the knuckle in a beckoning motion, aiming for her sweet spot. I started slowly, testing the waters, reading her reactions like lines from a book.
What she liked, what she didn’t… It was evident in the way her breath hitched, in the way she gripped the sheets. In the way her knees squeezed together to keep me right where she wanted me.
“Do you think you can handle another finger?”
“Y-yes,” she shuttered. “Yes, sir.”
I pressed a second finger into her and felt how well she stretched to accommodate me. Her walls fluttered, an indicator of how close she was to finding release. I really wanted to see her come on my fingers.
I redoubled my efforts, my tongue and fingers working in tandem to drive her wild. She babbled incoherently, breaths coming quick and tight. Her toes curled and her body spasmed as climax took her, her sweet juices coating my tongue as she unraveled around me. Vivian’s mouth fell open, a yelp turned laugh bubbling from her lips.
I chuckled. “That good, huh?”
She nodded, smiling. “I’ll say.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Cocky bastard.”
“Such a filthy mouth you have. I’m going to have to put you over my knee.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed and patted my lap, relishing the sight of Vivian as she crawled on top, supple ass in the air. “Feeling adventurous, are we? Does my angel need a good spanking?”
She let out a shaky breath, gripping my thigh with anticipation. “Yes, sir.”
I massaged her cheek, warming up her skin. An inexperienced partner might go straight into it, but I wasn’t foolish enough to have Vivian jumping into the deep end without first getting her toes wet. I needed to ease her into this sort of thing, teach her that sometimes it paid to have a bit of patience.
I clapped her ass, just a quick swipe. She sucked in a sharp breath but didn’t cry out. “How was that?”
“Good,” she said, voice tight.
“You’re being honest? I don’t want to hurt you, Vivian.”
“I’m being honest. It was good. Just surprised me, that’s all.”
“Thank you for telling me.” I spanked her again, this time with a bit more force behind the swing.
She let out the tiniest yelp, followed by a deep moan. “Oh, God.”
“You’re enjoying this?” I asked, spanking her again. “Such a naughty girl, getting off to being punished.”
“Is that all you’ve got?” she taunted. “Come on. You can do better than that.”
I spanked her again, harder. Her skin was turning red, so I switched to her other cheek to even things out. “I’m going to have to teach you some manners.”
“And this is how you plan to do— Ah! — it?”
“Don’t worry, angel. This is the fastest way to get my lessons through to you.”
Vivian gripped the fabric of my pants, body trembling. She was tense all over. I stopped immediately to check on her, afraid I’d pushed her too far and she failed to tell me.
“Are you alright?” I asked, dropping the game momentarily.
“Yes, I’m just…”
“Do you need a break?”
“N-no, that’s not it.” She looked up at me, wide-eyes beautiful and full of want. “I’m really close to coming again. Please don’t stop.”
My cock throbbed painfully at the realization that she was getting off to this, and I wanted her to finish. I growled, hungry to make her mine, but only after I gave her exactly what she was looking for. I adjusted my grip on her so that I could use my other hand. I reached between her legs and found her sweet spot, then circled it with my finger. I used my left hand and spanked her once, twice, three times, each with good follow-through.
“My little angel wants to come again?” I asked. “Should have known you liked it rough. You’ve got that look about you. So sweet and cute on the outside, but deep down, you’re just a naughty little girl.”
Vivian moaned loudly, trembling violently as orgasm ripped through her. After a few moments, she went lax against me. I made sure to rub her gently, soothing her reddening skin.
“Beautiful,” I murmured softly. “There you go. Just breathe.”
“Oh, wow,” she sighed contently. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Never?”
“I’ve never trusted anyone enough to do it.”
A smile stretched across my lips. “I’m glad to know you trust me.”
Vivian sat up and straddled my lap, circling my neck with her arms. She kissed me slowly. “Now it’s your turn.”
I shook my head. “You don’t have to do anything, Vivian.”
She frowned, appearing rather put out. “What?”
“You don’t have to feel obligated to sleep with me. I just wanted to make you feel good.”
“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I want to make you feel good, too?”
I was entirely prepared to stop things there. I’d let things between us go far enough. Vivian owed me nothing. As much as I wanted her, I still couldn’t shake the baggage I carried with me. I was worried about what might be lying in wait for Vivian and me if we crossed this bridge together. Not to mention the fact that she used to date my son; what would Wally think if he knew about this?
“I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret,” I told her. “If we do this, there’s no going back.”
She pressed her fingers to my lips. “I want to, Jesse. I want this. But it sounds like you’re the one who doesn’t want to do anything you’ll regret.”
I shook my head. “It could complicate things.”
“Then we’ll figure it out.” Vivian kissed the corner of my mouth. “Please, sir. I need to feel you inside me.”
I took a deep breath in through the nose, drinking in the scent of vanilla. I couldn’t take the throbbing in my pants any longer. Screw the future, screw the past. I had to have her.
Our lips slotted into place, kisses no longer as hasty as before. We could take our time.
Vivian made quick work of the buttons on my shirt, popping them off one by one before practically tearing the fabric off me. She dragged her hands over my chest, my abs, tracing the lines of my muscle with her fingers. She stopped every now and then to avoid a bruise, pressing the softest of kisses to the purpling skin.
I lay her down gently, removing my pants and boxer briefs to allow my erection to spring free. It pulsed, begging for release. I retrieved a condom from the bedside drawer and rolled it on, returning to Vivian swiftly. She parted her legs for me so that I could settle between them, scooping her up in my arms to hold her close.
“Ready?” I asked against her lips.
She kissed me sweetly. “Ready.”
I aligned myself and pressed into her slowly, inch by inch. I marveled at how good she felt, warm and tight and good. Vivian clung to me, dragging her nails down my back as she groaned.
“You’re so big,” she whined.
“Do you need me to stop?”
“I just need a second.”
I brushed her hair away from her face, admiring her eyes. “Take all the time you need, angel. I’m not going anywhere.” I kissed her cheek. “How do you feel?”
“Full,” she muttered.
“Good. Hang on to me.”
She wrapped her arms around me as I picked up my pace, thrusting in and out of her with as much care as I could muster. Vivian was able to take all of me, her pussy fluttering around my cock as I aimed for her sweet spot.
“Look how well you take me,” I grunted, listening to the slap of skin on skin and our combined panting. “Such a good girl. You feel so fucking good. So nice and wet for me.”
“Just like that,” she whimpered. “Oh, right there, sir.”
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“Right here?”
“Yes!” she exclaimed. “Oh, God, I think—”
“Do you think you can come for me a third time?”
“I don’t know. I’m so—”
“Relax, angel. I’ve got you. Close your eyes and feel me.”
I thrust into her harder, faster. A tight coil deep within my gut grew hotter and brighter with every thrust. It was enough to drive me wild, the building anticipation pushing me closer to the edge.
She screamed as she came, holding onto me for dear life as pleasure gripped her tight. Her walls clenched around me, providing me with the sweet friction I needed to fall right after her.
I held her close, kissing her hair while stroking her cheek. She was still breathing hard and sensitive to my touch.
Vivian fell asleep before me, a blissful smile upon her lips. I stayed with her until I was sure she was in a deep slumber before peeling away, a sudden clarity sweeping across my mind.
What the fuck have I done?
Chapter 15
Vivian
When I awoke, Jesse was gone.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed. Our time together had been unlike any other I’d experienced. I couldn’t remember the last time a man managed to make me feel that way. Jesse was sexy and attentive and always seemed to know which of my buttons to press to drive me crazy.
And now he wasn’t here, and it sucked because I really wanted to feel him hold me for just a few more minutes.
I looked at the clock on the bedside table. I’d fallen asleep for four hours. It was almost six in the evening, and I expected that Wally would be returning shortly from school. I had to make a hasty exit and get back to my room before he could suspect something was up.
I quickly gathered my clothes and pulled them on, combing my fingers through my hair in an attempt to straighten it. I checked my reflection in a nearby standing mirror in the corner of Jesse’s massive bedroom.
Something about me was different. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, though.
I looked good. Practically glowing. My hair was mussed up, sure, but it kept falling in a super glam way. I inspected my neck closely for any signs of love bites but found none. Jesse was far too careful and considerate a man to leave marks. Deep down, however, it was kind of a letdown to see I had none. If Molly knew about this little dalliance, she’d tease me relentlessly.
I froze.
Molly.
Guilt ate away at me, gnawing at my heart.
How could I feel alright about all this? Here I was enjoying myself when she was out there somewhere, alone and afraid.
I scuttled out of Jesse’s bedroom in a hurry, heading to the living room. I found him sitting on the couch. His laptop, much to my surprise, was nowhere in sight. Maybe he was finally taking a day off. He was reading a good old-fashioned newspaper, his reading glasses nestled on the bridge of his nose.
I cleared my throat, not wanting to startle him.
When Jesse looked up, he smiled. “You’re up,” he observed.
“Yeah.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Good, I guess?”
Jesse patted the couch cushion beside him. I obediently walked over and took a seat to his right.
“That was fun.”
“It was.”
I sighed. “Is this the part where you tell me we’re not going to do it again?”
Jesse nodded gravely. “It is. I know that’s probably not what you want to hear, but we really can’t do that again.”
“Because of Wally?”
He shifted uncomfortably. “One of the reasons, yes.”
On some level, I could understand. It was difficult not to compare them to one another during, and it was especially difficult not to compare them now that I wasn’t otherwise occupied. Wally was sweet and caring, but Jesse took those concepts and raised them to an entirely new level.
He knew what he was doing. He knew what he wanted. He knew what I wanted even when I didn’t. It was amazing, and a little voice in the back of my head was cheering for a repeat.
“You didn’t regret it, did you?” I asked because my brain apparently didn’t have the benefit of an off switch. “Us…” I gestured vaguely between us.
“No, Vivian. I don’t regret it.”
“Then why can’t we do it again?”
Jesse folded his newspaper and set it aside, removing his reading glasses. “First and foremost, it’s a conflict of interest. Getting involved with you could put you at risk. In order to be able to do my job properly, I can’t afford any distractions. Growing attached could compromise the decisions I make when it comes to your safety.”
I hated to hear it, but I knew Jesse was right. He spoke with such clarity and sound logic that it was impossible to argue. “And Wally was the second reason?”
Jesse nodded. “What do you think’s going to happen if he finds out about us?”
“He’d be upset.”
“I’d rather avoid that conversation. What we did… It was a one-off, alright? It’s better this way.”
I huffed. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when I gave in to my baser desires. To make matters worse, something new was bubbling just beneath the surface. Was it terrible of me that I only found Jesse that much sexier now that I knew he was off-limits? Why did I desire him more now that he’d drawn the line in the sand? I was obviously going to respect his decision, but damn if I wasn’t already hooked.
“Okay,” I said softly. “I understand. We won’t speak of it.”
“Thank you.”
Just then, the elevator doors slid open. Wally emerged, backpack slung over one shoulder. He looked exhausted. I couldn’t help but notice the handful of pamphlets in his grip.
“Hey,” he greeted, looking between us suspiciously. “How’ve things been here?”
“Uneventful,” I lied fluidly. “Your father was just reading me my horoscope.”
Wally gave me an amused look. “You don’t believe in that crap.”
“True, but we were bored and I didn’t want to hear him read last week’s baseball statistics.”
“How was the group presentation?” Jesse asked.
Wally’s whole demeanor shifted when his father addressed him. He was suddenly very stiff and still, peeking at Jesse like a schoolboy being scolded. “It was fine. We won’t get the marks back until next week. I’m sure I did well, though.”
Jesse nodded his approval. “Good.”
“What do you have there?” I asked Wally, looking at the pamphlets.
He immediately stuffed them into his jacket pocket. “Nothing.”
“What are you hiding?” Jesse asked curiously, though he used a more serious tone than was necessary.
“It’s nothing important,” Wally answered in a small voice. “Just information about culinary schools in the area.”
“This again?” Jesse snapped. “I thought we agreed to drop this.”
“I didn’t agree to drop anything.”
“You’re not going.”
Wally’s jaw tightened and released before he spoke. “Dad, can’t we talk about this?”
“We’re not having this discussion—” Jesse tilted his head in my direction “—in front of our guest.”
Wally stepped forward, holding up a pamphlet. “Just hear me out, okay? There’s this great program in New York. Tuition for a full-time program would cost a fraction of what it’d cost to send me to medical school. The deadline to apply is next week, so I thought I could fly out and—”
Jesse rose from his seat, slow and in control and brooding. I remained seated, awkwardly trying to shrink into myself. I felt like I wasn’t supposed to see this side of him. It was like staring at an eclipse, frightening yet beautiful. He overshadowed the little moon that Wally was, staring down his nose at his son with a level of frustration I’d never witnessed. Even when I disobeyed his orders and ran out to help him when we were being attacked at my apartment, Jesse never got
this upset with me.
“Do you honestly think cooking food all day is going to help you make a living? Long hours stuffed inside a hot kitchen, doing the bidding of others. Does that sound like a career to you? You may as well flip burgers at a fast-food joint because there’s literally no difference.”
My ears burned with second-hand embarrassment for Wally. The window to excuse myself had long since passed, so I was stuck here, longingly looking in the direction of the guest bedroom and wishing for an escape.
“You’re too smart to work in a kitchen,” Jesse continued. “You’d be wasting your talents. Wouldn’t you rather be saving lives as a doctor than having patrons snap their fingers at you because their steak’s undercooked?”
Wally stared at his father for what felt like an eternity. The pamphlet he had was now a crumpled mess in his fist.
I’d seen him stressed before. We were classmates in a couple of introductory courses in our first year of college, so I got to see firsthand how he dealt with extreme pressure. Last-minute cram sessions were a breeze for him. No question too complicated, no essay answer too long. But this?
This was white hot rage.
He stormed off, muttering under his breath. When he slammed his bedroom door closed, it shook the whole penthouse.
I looked at Jesse, frustrated. “Where’s the harm in at least listening to him?”
He shook his head. “This is a family matter, Vivian. I’d prefer it if you didn’t get involved.”
My heart stung. Was this where we stood? Did I even have any right to be mad?
Yes. Yes, I did because Wally was, first and foremost, my friend. Regardless of what happened between Jesse and me, I knew when someone was being a jerk.
“Have you ever even seen him cook?” I asked, a bit more bite to my tone than I intended.
“No. Have you?”
“As a matter of fact, yes. He cooked dinner for me all the time when we were still seeing each other. It was delicious. He’s very talented.”
Jesse froze. I wasn’t sure if it was because I dared to speak up or because I mentioned the fact that Wally and I dated. Either way, it was awkward as hell. Not knowing what else to do, I shuffled off down the hall to check on him, leaving Jesse alone to brood.
