by Marci Bolden
I eased my hand from her, sucked my fingers clean, and pushed my boxers down. This time when I climbed on the bed, it was my dick I eased into her. Her arms lazily went around me, and she moaned from deep within. I put my mouth to hers as I moved slowly and steadily inside her.
She exhaled a shaking breath in my ear as my cock settled into place. I pulled back slowly and then pushed deep into her again, then again, and one more time.
“You’re so bad,” she whispered in my ear.
“You love it.”
A quiet laugh left her throat as she ground against me. “If he catches us—”
“He won’t.”
I felt her quivering around me, tightening as she prepared to climax.
She clung to me and lifted her hips as she moaned. “My God, I’m going to come already.”
“Because you like it when I’m bad.”
“Oh, God,” she breathed, half laughing, half sighing. She came, her body squeezing mine hard, and I let go and came deep inside her. Neither of us made a noise above a muted moan.
When we finished, we lay still for a few minutes before I rolled off her. She looked at me and smiled. “I think that was almost as good as being handcuffed to the bed.”
I laughed softly as I pressed my lips to hers. I brushed her hair back and pulled her against me, wishing we could just drift off to sleep. I knew we couldn’t. I had to go back to my bed, back to sleeping alone. But I wasn’t ready yet.
“What did you do today?” I asked. “Since you weren’t hanging all over me?”
“I was terribly lonely but somehow made it through. I watched a movie. Painted. Worried about Justin figuring this out.”
“He didn’t catch on.” I felt the weight of reality crashing down on us.
She exhaled again. “I feel so guilty but obviously not enough to make you leave.”
I smiled. “Me too. I’m a terrible friend.”
“I’m a worse mother.”
“No.” I kissed her. “You’re not.”
She ran her hand over my chest, then around my back, and cuddled against me. “No matter what happens, I don’t regret the last few weeks. I want you to know that.”
“I don’t either.” I held her for a few more minutes and then kissed her head. “Good night,” I whispered.
“Night.”
I slid from her bed so I could tiptoe back to my room.
I was eagerly looking forward to a repeat performance the following night. Unfortunately, Kate and I had work in the morning, and Justin stayed up watching a marathon of bad movies until after I fell asleep.
The next night, however, I set my alarm for five a.m. It was going to make for a long day, but I managed to sneak into Kate’s room.
As I had done before, I leaned down and brushed her hair from her face and whispered until she drifted out of her sleep. She smiled as she slowly opened her eyes.
“Hi,” she breathed.
“Hey.”
She lifted the sheet, silently inviting me into her bed, and I quietly chuckled when I saw that she was naked. Running my hand over her, I took a few moments to realize how much I’d missed it. Touching her. Just touching her. It didn’t have to be sexual, though I’d admit I didn’t mind when it was, but just being with her filled me in a way that didn’t make sense. I couldn’t get enough of her. I always wanted more.
More smiles, more laughs, more eating pizza and watching movies. More everything.
Sliding my hand between her legs, I found her wet, waiting for me, and easily slid my fingers into her. She closed her eyes as I gently stroked her. I buried my face in her hair and inhaled her scent, that wonderful flowery smell that was always on her. Then I kissed her slowly.
After a moment, she pulled me onto her and lifted her hips to meet me. I put my mouth to hers and eased into her, then rotated, grinding as she parted her lips and let my tongue brush over hers. I slid into her. Slow. Deep.
She moved with me, tired, lethargic moves that felt just as good as some of the more frenzied sex we’d had. I ran my hand through her hair, pushing it back so I could nibble her ear.
“You feel amazing,” I whispered.
She clung more tightly in response, and I felt her quiver around me. Our orgasms were slow to build, but when we came together it was so powerful I had to grit my teeth so I didn’t cry out.
I kissed her one more time, just like before, and rolled onto my side next to her. We were quiet for a few moments before she looked at me in the dim light streaming in through her window.
“We probably shouldn’t do this again,” she whispered. “It’s too risky.”
I smiled slightly as I touched her cheek. I knew what she meant. Maybe she actually thought she meant it was too much of a risk getting caught by Justin. But I knew what she’d really meant.
For the first time, we’d made love. We weren’t having sex. It wasn’t just some itch getting scratched. We’d just made love.
And that was far too risky.
14
I didn’t sneak into Kate’s room again that week, but Friday morning as we were side-stepping each other in the kitchen while we got ready for work, I reached out and pulled her to me.
Her gaze instantly darted to the door, and her lips parted, ready to remind me that Justin was home. I hushed her and pulled her with me out the back door and around the corner of the house where Justin wouldn’t find us even if he did wake up.
I pressed her back against the siding and kissed her. It was our last morning together, and I was feeling strange. It was more than not wanting to go back to Chicago, more than not wanting to go back to school. I didn’t want to leave Kate, and I’d thought several times over the last week that I should have approached my internship supervisor about possibly getting a job, even without my degree. Or finishing my degree in Minneapolis.
But I knew what Kate would say if I suggested it. And I knew what Justin would say if he ever found out that the reason I wanted to stay was to be with his mother.
Kate sighed as she put her forehead to mine. “You’re leaving tomorrow.”
“I want to spend some time with you. Alone.”
She was quiet for a moment before whispering, “Meet me around lunchtime?”
“Where?”
“I’ll call you and let you know.” She started to step away, but I didn’t get out of her way. “Kyle.”
I slid my hand into her hair and kissed her, letting it linger before I released her. She exhaled slowly, and I stepped back and followed her into the house.
She grabbed her traveling coffee mug off the counter and smiled at me. “See you later.”
I left the office at eleven. It was my last day, so I only had to go in long enough to wrap up a report and clear out my desk. As soon as I got a text from Kate with an address, I said my goodbyes. I stopped at a barbeque place down the street to get lunch for us.
Fifteen minutes later, I drove past a brick ranch-style house and grinned at Kate’s name on the For Sale sign in the yard. I parked down the street as she’d told me. As I walked to the house, I thought of the last time I’d shown up at one of her sales and how we’d fucked in the kitchen.
I could think of worse ways to end our affair.
I knocked on the door, and a moment later I heard her heels clicking in the entryway. The door opened, and she leaned against it, eyeing me like I was her prey.
“Hey,” she purred.
My dick instantly came to life. “Hey.”
“Come on in.”
Once she closed the door behind me and engaged the lock, I smiled. “The owners?”
“This is…was…a fully furnished rental. They want to get out of the landlord business.”
“Nice.”
“Lucky,” she whispered as she stepped to me. She looked at the lunch I’d brought. “That smells delicious. But it will have to wait.” She took the bags and set them on the table by the door.
I dipped my head down to kiss her, but she leaned back. She pushe
d my suit jacket off my shoulders and hung it from a hook next to the door. My tie turned into a leash as she clutched it and led me through the house.
We walked into a large bedroom, and she turned to face me. She slid her arms around my neck, and I wrapped mine around her waist to tug her closer as I kissed her fully on the mouth. By the time I ended my assault on her lips, she’d untucked my shirt and was working on my belt.
I grasped her hands and stopped them. When she looked at me, I sat on the bed. “Undress for me.”
She hesitated only for a moment before she started releasing the buttons of her blouse. She opened it, revealing a black bra that pushed her breasts high on her chest, creating two full mounds. She let the blouse slip down her arms and draped it over the footboard.
Then she reached behind her and eased the zipper down on her skirt. A moment later, the material fell around her feet and I moved my gaze to the matching panties she wore. She had on thigh-highs and a pair of strappy shoes with a skinny heel.
She reached behind her back to release her bra, but I shook my head. “Come here.”
She walked to me, stopping between my legs.
“Now undress me,” I said.
Her green eyes locked on mine and held my gaze as she reached for my tie and then my buttons. When my shirt was open, she pushed it off my shoulders, and I tugged it off. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me back on the bed, and then she unhooked my belt and the button of my slacks. I lifted my hips and let her tug them and my underwear down. She dropped to her knees and removed my shoes, socks, and the rest of my clothing.
I looked down at her, and she asked with her eyes what I wanted next. Rather than speaking, I reached down, grabbed her head, and brought her face to my dick.
I inhaled slowly as she slid her mouth over me. I knew in that moment that I would never be able to get enough of her.
Holding her hair, I kept her at a slow pace of sucking and licking. I wanted this to last. I couldn’t possibly do all the things to her that I wanted to do, but I wasn’t going to come during a blow job and miss my last chance to fuck her.
When I was rock hard from her mouth, I pushed her back.
“Stand,” I told her. Once she did, I looked her over, trying to decide how I wanted to fuck her. I put my hands on her hips and pushed her panties down. She stepped out of the black lace, still wearing her thigh-highs and heels. I turned her and pulled her to sit on my lap, holding my cock so it slipped inside her.
She moaned as I licked the length of her spine between her shoulder blades and up her exposed neck. I gently bit at her flesh as she started rolling her hips. I ground up as she tilted back, pushing deep inside her. She groaned when I reached around her and cupped her tits through her bra.
I knew her excitement was growing by way she started to move faster.
We fucked like that for a few minutes before I lifted her up. I turned her toward the bed and bent her forward. “Spread your legs.”
Once she did, I took a moment to look over her. She was facedown in the bed, standing with her killer fucking heels wide apart. Her ass stuck up in the air, begging to be abused.
I’d always restrained myself, not wanting to push her too far, but seeing her like this, in a stranger’s house, knowing we were doing something we shouldn’t, I felt a bit of my control slip.
I ran my hand over her ass a few times, imagining it red with my handprints as she cried out like she’d done before.
“You want it rough?” I asked, but it was more of a plea.
“You know I like it rough.”
“You like it any way you can get it.”
She chuckled and looked back at me. “True.”
I grinned as I ran my hand over her ass and then slapped it.
She gasped and jerked forward. I gripped her hips and pulled her back where I wanted her and spanked her again. This time, as I ran my hand over her ass, I dipped the fingers of my other hand into her slit and rubbed over her wet pussy.
I spread her moisture around, pulled my hand out, and then smacked her harder. She lurched forward again, but this time when I pulled her back, I rammed my cock into her. She called out, clearly surprised by the suddenness with which I impaled her. I fucked her hard for a minute, gripping her firmly. I was vaguely aware that she was probably going to have fingertip-shaped bruises on her hips the following day.
When she started bucking to my movements, I reached around her and pinched and rolled her clit between my thumb and forefinger.
Her pussy clamped hard around me as she started coming. I rammed into her a few times and then pulled out and replaced my dick with my fingers, soaking them with her release.
I was sure she knew what was coming, but she still hissed when I slid a finger into her ass. She moaned and arched her back, welcoming the intrusion. I responded by sliding another finger in. I worked them in, moving them deeper, stretching her ass so I could fuck her there.
She groaned as I reached around and pinched her clit, making sure she was feeling more pleasure than pain as I added a third. Even so, she still hissed and slowed her movements.
“Pinch your tits.”
She did and slowly started pressing back against me again. I moved my fingers around before easing them out and looking around for a towel.
“Fuck. Don’t move.”
I went into the attached bathroom, washed my hands, and returned with a towel. I found her on her back, masturbating on the bed. “Bad girl. I told you not to move.”
She smirked. “Whoops. I guess you have to punish me.”
I walked to the bed and leaned down, burying my face between her legs. I licked and sucked as she played with her clit. Once she started grunting, I leaned back and flipped her over. I jerked her onto her knees and shoved my cock into her pussy as far as I could go and then pulled out and put the wet head against her tight ass.
Kate moaned as I pressed it in. I moved slowly, letting her stretch, and then eased back. Every time I moved forward I went deeper, until I was all the way in. She made several painful sounds as I did, so I reached around and played with her clit. I pressed hard against the nub as I moved my fingers in a small circular motion.
It took a minute, but she relaxed, and I started slowly fucking her ass.
“Jesus Christ,” I moaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”
She laughed slightly as she started moving her hips. “Feel good?”
“Oh, you have no idea.” I thrust in a bit harder. Each time was harder and faster until all I could hear was our skin smacking and Kate calling out. Her ass clamped down around me as she came.
I shoved myself in as far as I could go. I felt my come shoot in spurts in her ass, and it was amazing.
We showered in the master bathroom, using the towels and sample-size soaps Kate had put on the counter. While she was towel-drying her hair, I reheated our lunch in the microwave and carried it to the bed with me.
She smiled when she came out of the bathroom and crawled naked up the bed. “I’m starving,” she whispered.
“Good.” I kissed her head as I ran my fingers through her damp hair while she looked at the pulled-pork sandwich I’d brought for her.
“Tell me there’s sauce for this.”
I held out a small container, and she leaned forward and kissed me firmly on the lips. “You are perfect.”
We ate in the bed, and when we were done, she gathered our trash and put it next to her bag so she could take it with her. I knew we would have to leave soon. It was midafternoon already, but I wasn’t ready to end our little rendezvous, so I stretched back in the bed and pulled her to me.
She lay beside me and rested her head on my shoulder. We were quiet for a long time. I wasn’t sure what was on her mind, but I was forcing away the words I wanted to say. I wanted her to want me to stay. I knew she’d never ask, and I was too afraid to. I was afraid of ruining what we had, even if it was just superficial fucking.
Her fingers brushed over my chest, and I w
ould have sworn she was reading my mind.
“Are you coming for Thanksgiving?” she asked.
“Do you want me to?”
She trailed her fingers down to my stomach. “Yeah, I do.”
I smiled. “Then I will.”
“You know, if it weren’t for Justin…”
I drew a breath and pulled her closer. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I gently fisted her hair, tilted her head back, and planted a hard kiss on her mouth. It had only been a couple of hours, but my dick started to get hard again. I’d been doubting everything that I’d been feeling, but her admission, or as close as I’d ever get to one, to having feelings for me made me want her again.
I kissed her slowly, romantically, as I slid inside her and moved like I wanted to make love to her forever. And I did.
Justin helped me carry bags out Saturday morning and load them into my trunk while Kate fixed us breakfast. We sat at the table, and while I tried to act casual, I felt a dark cloud looming over me.
We were already making plans for Thanksgiving. I’d ride in with Justin, just like I had the year before. Kate said she was looking forward to it already as she started gathering plates.
“I’m going to hit the john one more time before we head out and check to make sure I didn’t forget anything.” Justin started up the stairs, and I carried my empty coffee mug into the kitchen.
Kate was easing the dishes into the sink when I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.
“Kyle,” she whispered, panic in her tone.
I stepped away, taking her hand with me, and pulled her outside. Again, I walked around the corner. This time I yanked her against me and held her tightly. I dug my fingers into the haphazard bun that was her hair and buried my face in it.
“I’m going to miss you,” I whispered.
“Me too.”
I tilted her head back, kissed her sweetly, and then rested my forehead to hers. “I’ll see you in a couple of months, Kate.”
