by Marci Bolden
She smirked. “Your dick is twitching.”
I gently pushed so she rolled off me, and I stood. I pulled her up by her hands and bent so I could lift her over my shoulder. She laughed loudly but didn’t struggle as I carried her through the house and upstairs.
I dropped her on her bed and stood over her. She grinned, and I could see the excitement building in her. She had no idea what I planned to do to her, but I could tell she was already looking forward to it.
Kate reached out to me, but I shook my head.
“Lie down. No,” I said when she reclined. “On your stomach.”
She did as she was told. With her cheek against her pillow, she watched as I leaned for the drawer where she kept her handcuffs. I heard her exhale as I opened the drawer. I intentionally moved slowly, letting the excitement build.
I showed her the blindfold I’d found. “Close your eyes.”
I could have sworn she nearly came as I slid the soft black material over her eyes. Next I lifted her hands and locked them through the bars on the headboard.
I let my gaze drift over her naked body as I walked around the bed. Sliding onto the mattress next to her, I ran my hand lightly up her leg. When I reached her ass, I grabbed it and squeezed hard. She lifted it up to me, letting me know she approved of my touch. I bent down and gently bit her earlobe. She moaned, a deep throaty sound, in response.
I opened her drawer, found a large dildo, and moved behind her. I got on my knees and lifted her so her ass was in the air. She was plenty wet, but I still fondled her clit, which caused her to wriggle. I smiled as I got a perfect view of her ass. Her skin was red over the mounds of her cheeks from my gripping them while we’d fucked. Her asshole was tight, and her cunt was poking out, wet and tempting.
When she was panting, I shoved the fake cock into her pussy all the way down to the faux balls. I had watched my dick slide in and out of her plenty of times, but this was different. This was better.
Her puffy lips stretched to take the massive latex mold. When I pulled it back, it was wet with come. Hers and mine.
She screamed out when I roughly shoved it in again. I did that several times before I pushed it all the way in, as deep as it would go, and pressed the heel of my hand against her clit. I rubbed my hand roughly over her and dragged my tongue over her asshole. She thrust and squirmed so much I could barely fuck her. Finally I leaned back, pulled my hand from her clit, and slapped my palm to her rounded cheek.
I didn’t smack her hard, just enough to get her attention; even so, she cried out. She squirmed again, so I spanked her again. She started moving a third time, and I smirked. I pulled my hand back and planted it against her ass. I fucked her with the dildo in one hand while the other reddened her cheeks.
She started to moan, and I slid a finger into my mouth, wet it, and then shoved it into her ass. Nothing about what I was doing to her was gentle, and she clearly loved every second of it. My dick, which she’d already drained, was far from being hard, but it was enough that I got on my knees, pulled the dildo from her, and shoved my semihard cock in its place.
I pumped it a few times and pulled it out. I pressed it to her ass and squeezed the shaft so I could push it inside her. Even without my being completely hard, her ass was tight around my dick.
She grunted out my name as I pulled back and then pushed it in her again. I could feel myself hardening more with each thrust, and by the time I was hard, we had a rhythm going. I knew I wouldn’t come, but being buried in her ass gave me hope for the next time we had sex.
I’d wanted to come in her ass since the first time she’d leaned over in front of me. Now that I knew she liked it, I was determined to fuck her there again.
I could have screwed her forever now, but after screaming out again, she started to pull away and I knew she’d had enough. I slowly eased out of her and let her collapse on the bed.
She laughed quietly as I dug the sanitizing wipes out of the drawer where she kept her sex toys. I wiped my hands and cock clean and looked over at her.
Chuckling myself, I reached over and pushed the blindfold from her eyes. “Better?”
She grinned. “Much.”
“I’m going to do that next time.”
“Good.” She looked at her still-bound wrists. “But until then…”
“I don’t know.” I leaned down and kissed her. “I kind of like you like this. Maybe I should keep you here all day. When the guys come over, I can bring them up and let them look at you. Let them touch you.”
I could have sworn I saw a spark of delight flash in her eyes, even though we both knew I’d never do that. I might not have had any claim on her, but that didn’t stop me from feeling like she was mine.
“You big tease.”
I licked along her ear and then whispered, “I am going to fuck you tonight. While they are here. Maybe we’ll even get caught.”
Kate chuckled. “Maybe we can do it in the kitchen while some poor horny friend of yours watches.”
I smiled, remembering how I’d been the poor horny friend just a few months ago. “Maybe.”
I stretched across her, grabbed the keys, and released the cuffs. She rolled beneath me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I kissed her firmly when she lifted her lips to mine.
She broke the kiss and dropped her head on the pillow but didn’t let go of my neck. I stroked her hair from her face as she looked up at me and smiled softly. “What?”
She sighed. “I am going to miss you. You know that, right?”
“You’d better. I’ll miss you too.”
I dipped my head down and had just put my lips to hers when the front door slammed and we both jumped. We sat in unison, both of us looking through her open bedroom door, horrified.
The front door had been locked. We always kept it locked. And there was only one other person who had a key.
“Mom? Ky? Hello?”
“Oh, fuck,” Kate breathed. “Get out!”
She hadn’t even finished speaking before I was off the bed and rushing as quietly as I could into my room. I closed the door and slid between the sheets I hadn’t touched in weeks. A few moments later, I heard the shower start and knew she had sneaked into the bathroom.
I closed my eyes, exhaling the stress of nearly being caught by Justin. If he’d been five minutes earlier, we probably wouldn’t have heard him.
I could picture how furious he’d have been if he’d caught me fucking Kate. How he would have probably dragged my ass from the bed and thrown punches as he threatened to kill me.
And all the time, his mother would have been handcuffed to the bed.
Jesus. That was close.
I had barely calmed my breathing when my bedroom door was shoved open, and I heard Justin running toward my bed.
“Cowabunga, motherfucker,” he screamed as he jumped on top of me to wake me up.
Motherfucker?
He had no idea.
13
I managed to get Justin to leave long enough to pull on a pair of shorts. I found him downstairs looking in the fridge.
“What are you doing here?” I asked casually. “Don’t you have another week at your internship?”
He hopped up on the counter and watched me fix a cup of coffee.
“Nah, it wrapped up yesterday, so I decided to come hang here for the last week of summer.”
I leaned back against the counter on the other side of the kitchen to look at him. “How was it?”
“Awesome.”
I half-assed listened as he told me about the marketing firm and some chick he’d been banging all summer. I was putting my mug in the sink when Kate walked in.
“Justin,” she said with so much surprise it sounded real. “I didn’t know you were coming home.”
I watched him hop down and hug his mom. In that moment, I kind of hated him. He had completely ruined what was left of my time with her. But to be fair, I was a complete asshole for screwing his mother.
She looked at me over his shoulder as sh
e squeezed him, and her eyes were wide.
I gave her a thumbs up to let her know we were okay, and she mouthed holy shit before leaning back and smiling.
“It’s good to see you,” she cooed at him. “How was your internship?”
I teasingly ruffled Justin’s hair. “I’ve heard all about his summer of fun. I’m hopping in the shower.”
“Dude, just put some trunks on. Let’s go for a swim.”
“I just got up.”
He gave me an exaggerated pout. “Aww, poor baby. Don’t be such a pussy.”
“Hey,” Kate said.
“Sorry, Ma,” Justin said, and I laughed.
I was almost to the stairs when I remembered that my other shorts and Kate’s swimsuit were in the den. I walked in to pick them up, but she must have done it before coming into the kitchen. Upstairs, I poked my head in her room. The bed was made, and all the toys and wipes were put away.
I sighed with disappointment. Somehow it felt like the morning—like our entire affair—had never happened.
The thing about fucking your best friend’s mom is the guilt. Justin and I were hanging around the table in the backyard, bullshitting about summer and what we had done, and all I could think about was how I’d spent the last part of summer in bed with his mom.
Finally, Justin brought up John and the way he’d thrown such a fit when Kate had kicked him out.
“I’m glad you were there, because if he’d hit my mom…man…I would have come here and kicked his ass.”
“Yeah. He was a real piece of work.”
“Has he been bothering her? Has she said anything?”
I shook my head. “Nah. He tried to patch things up a week or so after his temper tantrum, but she told him to fuck off.”
“And he did?”
“As far as I know.”
Justin took a swig of his beer. “Well, thanks, seriously. I felt better about her breaking things off with him knowing you were around. I knew you wouldn’t let anything happen to her.”
And the knife of guilt twisted further.
“It was nothing, Jus.” I focused on the bottle in my hand. “You know I’m cool with your mom.”
We both looked toward the side gate when we heard laughter. A few seconds later, several of the guys walked through and hollered at the unexpected addition to the party. I sighed when Justin got up, and then I took another drink of my beer.
The party, the guilt, the time away from Kate sucked. All of it. Sucked.
I waved at the guys as I headed into the house. I told them I needed to fill the cooler and would be out in a few minutes.
Kate was in the kitchen, wrapping potatoes in foil to be tossed on the grill. She looked at me, then past me, and closed her eyes.
“That was so close,” she whispered.
I glanced toward the door and moved to stand next to her so we could talk. “He didn’t suspect anything.”
“Well, he can’t.”
“I know.”
I moved to the pantry and pulled out the cooler. We didn’t talk as I filled it with the ice bags I’d bought at the store the day before and shoved a dozen or so beer bottles in it. Even though we weren’t talking, I could feel her looking at me, and the few times I glanced over, I caught her gaze.
By the time I was done, she had wrapped all the potatoes and had them stacked on a tray. She exhaled nervously as I followed her out. When she turned to push the screen door open with her elbow, she gave me a wink.
“This morning was great, by the way,” she whispered.
I grinned and felt relieved in a childish way that she hadn’t just written off the last few weeks.
When we made it to the backyard, the guys were laughing hysterically. About the time I set the cooler in the shade and Kate lifted the top off the grill, I realized why.
“Kiss my ass, Eric,” I said.
“What?” He laughed.
“Is he serious?” Justin asked, looking at me. “He had to carry you into the house and dump you on Mom?”
“I could have made it.”
“Right.” Eric laughed. “You were so fucked up, Ky. Tell ’em, Kate.”
She smiled at me as smoke rolled from the charcoal. “You were something that night,” she said to me as she spoke of the night I’d fingered her on the sofa while she thought I was too drunk to know what I was doing.
“Goddamn,” Justin said. “How much had you had to drink?”
“That’s the thing.” Eric laughed. “I’d had way more than this pussy.”
“Language, guys,” Justin said. “Mom takes offense to such descriptions.”
Kate winked at us. “Actually, this time it is accurate. Kyle was a bit of a pussy that night.”
The guys howled with laughter while I shook my head. I was glad I was sitting down. Remembering that first night had made my cock stir to life.
I looked across the table at Eric, and I realized he’d understood Kate’s comments way more than she would have liked. I shook my head at him, but I couldn’t help watching her as she walked back into the house.
A few minutes later, I was digging another beer out of the cooler when he came up beside me.
“Was that the night?”
“Shut up.” I glanced to the table, where the rest of the guys were still sitting.
“You hit it while you were slobbering-ass drunk?”
“No. Now shut up.”
He looked around as he opened his beer. “Then what did she mean?”
“Jesus, Eric.”
He set his beer down and grabbed a bag of chips, tearing it open. “Come on. I’ve kept my mouth shut. The least you can do is tell me if I had a hand in it.”
I glanced at the house and then at the table. “I made my move that night, but she shot me down. Okay? Now shut up.”
He chuckled and punched me in the shoulder as he carried the chips to the table, where the guys were still sharing drunk stories. I closed my eyes and exhaled, hoping he really could keep his damned mouth shut. It would ruin everything if Justin found out.
I had a good time hanging out with the guys, but when they started leaving just after midnight, I couldn’t have been happier. Justin had had more than enough to drink and stumbled his way upstairs with me right behind him.
We laughed when he tripped. He turned and loudly hushed me so we didn’t wake Kate, which made us laugh again.
He went to his room and crashed, and I headed to the bathroom and got ready for bed. When I came out, I went to his room and opened the door.
“Hey. Justin?” He didn’t answer. I went over, put my foot to the mattress, and shoved it. “Hey, dude, you need to brush your teeth.”
“Fuck off,” he slurred.
I frowned when he responded. I’d hoped he was already passed out. I went to my room and stripped down to my boxers and crawled into the bed I hadn’t slept in since I’d started fucking Kate.
I remembered her telling me on my first visit that it had been her bed until she’d upgraded when John moved in. She hated the bed because it was so hard. Now that I had been sleeping on her mattress, I had to agree. It was nothing like sleeping in her room.
I stared at the ceiling for a long time, occasionally glancing at the clock. When half an hour went by, I slid from the bed and stood outside Justin’s room. I could hear him snoring and was confident he was asleep.
I pushed the door to Kate’s room open and slithered inside. I stood back, admiring how the sheet outlined her body. She was on her back, one leg straight while the other was bent at the knee. Her right hand was on her stomach, and the other was resting next to her face.
Though I couldn’t completely make her out in the shadows, I knew she too was fast asleep. I watched her for a long time, debating what I should do. I wanted her. I wanted to finish what we had started earlier in the day. I wanted my cock buried deep in her ass as I came. I wanted her screaming my name and thrashing beneath me.
While none of that was going to happen, I still wanted
to be inside her. I moved silently to the bed and let my gaze scan over her again.
I gently moved her hand from her stomach and placed it on the pillow beside her. She didn’t move. I eased the sheet away from her, leaving her in her customary tank top and short sleep shorts. She still didn’t move.
As I stood over her, I smiled and remembered the days of watching her. It had been such a thrill to see flashes of her body when she hadn’t intended. Or at least I thought she hadn’t intended.
Her face was completely relaxed. She was deep in sleep, unaware that I was beside her.
I reached down and lightly traced my fingertips along the leg that was bent, up her calf, behind her knee, and up the inside of her thigh. I continued the journey over her stomach and between her breasts. I traced her lips and ran my fingers through her hair, smiling when she sighed and shifted in a way that caused her nipples to press against the material of her tank top.
Leaning down, I put a soft kiss on her neck before whispering her name in her ear and beckoning her to wake up. She stirred, sighed again, and muttered my name. I grinned and kissed her, this time gently nipping her neck. She turned her head, and I leaned back to look down at her face.
Her eyes fluttered open. “What are you doing?”
I responded by kissing her. Her kiss was slow and sleepy, and it drove me wild.
When I leaned back, she moaned. “We can’t.”
“We can,” I whispered. I gently pulled her bent leg a bit farther. Despite her protest, she moved the other until her thighs were spread far enough apart that I could touch her.
I slipped my hand inside the leg hole of her shorts and brushed my fingers along her panties. The heat there was incredible. I lingered, let it warm my knuckles, and then leaned down and inhaled her scent. The heady smell of her pussy went straight to my dick, and I had to taste her.
I tugged at the waistband of her shorts until she lifted her hips enough for me to slide them down and over her feet. I was instantly between her legs again. I fucked her with my fingers and licked at her clit until I took her to the brink of quietly coming. She was alternating between gasps and heavy exhales, and I knew if she weren’t holding it in so we wouldn’t be heard, she’d be screaming by now. After a minute, she arched her back up and dug her fingers into my hair. She held her breath and came hard.
