“Definitely. I want to be a good mother, like my dad is a great father. I told him about you.”
“Yeah? What did he say?” Stay asked between bites.
“Just that he understood that I’m already—well was—in a relationship and I can’t just switch out one for the other.”
“I agree with him, but that doesn’t mean you should hold off letting one grow here.” He held out his glass to me.
I shook my head. “How about all the stuff you hear lately about taking time between relationships to sort out what went wrong?”
“I think my last relationship applies more than yours.”
I raised my eyebrows and said, “How do you figure?”
“According to you, you and Mason have had a wonderful affair, whether or not it was based on the truth. You weren’t the one lying, he was.”
“How is that any different from you and Karen?”
“I didn’t like who I was with her. There were issues on both sides.” He took another bite.
“Like?”
He chewed and swallowed. “I’m sensitive to rejection, or perceived rejection.”
“Meaning you overreact?”
“Yes, and when I’m put second or fifth and feel I should be put first, it’s not good.” He sipped his soda and put it back on the counter.
“Not good for you, or for the people around you?”
“Both but mostly me.”
“And you’re pursuing me? Don’t you see you’re just hurting yourself?” I asked.
“This is different.”
“How the hell is it different?” I said, throwing my hands in the air.
“Lainie, come on. At least admit there is something mystical going on between us. Not that I enjoy your repeated rebuffs, but at least I get why you keep rejecting me. Bad timing is part of it. You’re otherwise occupied. But damn when we kiss. Come on, OCDC, don’t lie to me. It’s better with me than it is with Mason, isn’t it?”
I shifted uncomfortably and said, “My kisses with Mason are perfectly fine. I’d go as far as saying excellent.”
“And ours?” He moved his hand back and forth between us.
“I don’t remember.”
“Bullshit,” he said, fiercely.
“Let’s talk about something else.”
“No way.” He threw down the crust of his pizza and wiped his face and hands with a napkin. “Stand,” he demanded.
“Why?”
“You know why.” Not waiting for me to respond, he lifted me up under my arms, kicked the stool away, which went clattering against the tile, and pushed me up against the wall. His hard body pressed against mine, instantly arousing me.
Then his lips touched mine and I became pliant in his arms. His soft lips caressed me, slowly at first, exploring my mouth with his tongue, seeking out mine. Once they collided he groaned and rubbed his hard, steely erection into my mound. I wanted to see his cock, touch it, taste it. Instead of lowering down in front of him, I grasped his ass with both hands and pulled him in tighter.
“Oh, Stayman,” I mumbled against his lips.
“I won’t stop,” he whispered, the arousal clear in his declaration. Before I could protest, he swept me up and with my arms around his neck he carried me to his bed. His eyes stayed locked on me as he transported me with ease. He sat on the edge of the bed and resumed teaching me a lesson via his kiss. Bound and determined to prove himself right, he continued the odysseys of our abandon.
Something inside me opened up, and my heart expanded. At first, elation spilled out and eddied around us. Somehow his kiss fused vivid, sexual desire and tenderness into one incredible sensation, rendering me defenseless. He made me feel vulnerable and breached the door to all of my emotions.
In opening my soul, the pain caused by my recent revelations escaped. I gasped uncontrollably. Then a howl of hurt and betrayal erupted and I couldn’t stop it.
“Oh, Lainie, I’m so sorry you’re hurting,” he said as he rocked me and held me close.
I lay my face against his chest as I purged the grief of my lost love affair. A part of me forever burnt in the wreckage. “I ... I’m ... getting your ... shirt—”
“Shh, It’s okay,” he said, moving my hair away from my face.
“I feel like ... like such a fool,” I said, peering up at Stay.
His eyes were moist. He kissed my tear soaked cheeks and eyes. “Here’s nothing wrong with being a fool for love. Us fools are the ones that ultimately find their true match.”
Scanning his eyes for duplicity, I didn’t find any there. “Don’t let me go,” I whispered.
“Never.”
I started to wipe my tears on the back of my hand.
With me still in his lap, he reached over to end table, took out a pale-green handkerchief and handed to me.
Laughing through the tears, I said, “You weren’t kidding about these things.” I wiped my face and blew my nose.
“Abundant uses.”
I sat up on his lap and saw the huge, wet spot on his shirt.
“Seriously, don’t worry about,” he said. “Is there anything I can get you? Anything you need?”
“Stay...”
“Yes, honey?”
“You.”
“Me? Oh, I see. Come.” He laid us out on the bed facing each other, his legs entangled with mine. “What can I do for you?”
“Kiss me again.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want—”
“Now you show some propriety?” I tugged his shirt toward me.
“Okay.” His crooked smile shined bright.
Then, thankfully, he kissed me again. I finally got my wish and traveled away from myself, away from the pain and anguish, sparking a hope that I might really let go of the past and move on. It might take me weeks or months, but in Stay’s arms, I believed I would make it.
His kisses were gentle and full of compassion and love. Even so, my body steamed with intense need.
I pulled back and said, “I want you.”
“God, Lane, you have no idea. I just don’t think—”
“Don’t think. Please.”
“You might regret—”
“I’ll never regret spending this night in your arms. I can’t make any promises about the future, but right now there is no other place I want to be. I want you Stay. Please make love to me. We’ll do it your way.”
“Lainie, I...”
I moved to sit up. “If you don’t want to, then just say so. I won’t be mad.”
He pulled me back down and shoved my hand under the elastic of his PJs. “What do you think? Take your clothes off for me.”
I hesitated and he seemed to sense why.
“I love your body. Trust me.”
I sat up and pulled the shirt over my head and folded it to the side. I shimmied out of the bottoms and then lay with my arms in close, fighting off the impulse to cover my breast. My legs tightly shut.
“Relax,” he said. “You’re beautiful, Lainie.” He ran his hand down the center of my chest and around my hip. “Womanly and soft.”
“Thank you. Do I get to see?” I said, pointing down to his cock.
“If you’re a good girl.”
I harrumphed, and he laughed.
“Spreads your legs for me. Oh, yes. You have a beautiful pussy and she’s already juicy.” He ran his fingers through my cleft and then held them up observing all the wetness. “Oh, OC, our kisses are more than good. You smell incredible; I bet you taste good too.” Laying his head near mine, he kissed my neck as his trailed his hand over the swell of my breast, grazing my nipples. “You have tiny nipples that really stand at attention. I like that.”
“Ohhh,” I said as he rolled and twisted my little buds between his fingers.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to see you, to have you just like this?”
“No.” I shook my head.
“Way too long, OC, way too long. Your skin is so soft,” he said, running both hands over my nipp
les to my shoulders around my collarbone and up my neck. His lips took mine, drowning out my moans. Sliding his hand down my stomach, he found my clit. “Already so wet and hard for me. I have to taste you now.”
When he slid down the bed, I tensed up.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, lifting his head. “Have you changed your mind?”
“It’s not that.”
“What is it?”
“I don’t like men to do that.”
He pulled his head back in surprise and confusion. “Are you telling me that M—I mean that none of your lovers have made you come with their tongue?”
I shook my head.
“Why don’t you like it?”
“For one, I come easily from intercourse.”
“It’s a completely different kind of orgasm. Have you never had a clitoral orgasm?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Wow, okay. Why else?”
“My clit is very sensitive and the men I let try—not very many—hurt me. It didn’t feel good.”
A huge smile spread across his features.
“Why are you grinning?”
“I have so much to show you. It thrills me that we will have a first together—starting now.” He lowered back down and explored my labia with his fingers first, then his tongue. “Your smell and your taste are incredible. Poor guys, they so missed out.” Slowly with soft caresses of his tongue, he worked his way around my opening, lightly sucking on my lips.
My back arched and my pussy flushed.
“There you go, she knows what she likes.” He blew across my saturated labia, and then journeyed to my taut clit.
Feathering touches kissed my clit and I groaned.
He paused, peered up and smiled at me. Then he bent back down and continued. His slow, sensitive licks caused my hips to gyrate out of control. He wrapped his arms around the outside of my thighs and used his hands to spread me open. His dancing rhythm—never touching the same spot twice—had me vibrating on the edge of a tsunami. As if reading my body, he would taper off, dousing lower into my pussy, lapping up my come. Again, back to my most acute pleasure spot and down again.
He took me by surprise when he fingered my entrance, finding my danger spot just right inside. “Your G-spot is nice and swollen. Are you ready to come for me?”
“Yes, Stay, yes!”
“Good because it’s going to be a doozy. Hang on.”
I grabbed the comforter with both hands as he twirled around my clit and lightly massaged inside of me. My back arched again, guttural noises sounding. I felt high as if I’d already come, and yet the euphoria continued to grow. “Ohhh. Ohhh. Pleeease!”
And then I did. The explosive release fired off my first contraction. Every muscle clinched tightly and then relaxed over and over again. The climax lasted longer than I had ever experienced. I lay there spent, my pussy firing aftershocks repeatedly. “You’ve convinced me,” I mumbled.
He scooped me up in his arms pulling me on top of him.
“You’re still dressed,” I whispered next to his throat.
“Just take your time and enjoy,” he said, kissing my head and burying his nose in my hair.
“You’re good at that,” I sighed.
“That’s just the beginning.”
I grinned up at him, “That’s a good start.”
His still rigid cock pressed against my stomach.
“Does it hurt to be hard for so long?”
“For some men yes. For me, when I eventually come it’s more intense if I’ve waited. Lately I’ve gotten used to walking around with an erection.”
“Will you let me play with him? Will we have sex?” I asked.
“I haven’t decided.”
“Why?” I couldn’t fathom why.
“If I tell you, I might have to kill you.”
“Very funny. Tell me.”
“Intercourse is a definite no, not until you’re going to give us a real shot.”
I thought about it for a second and then said, “I understand, I do. And if I return the favor?”
“Sex means something to me.”
“Me too. Stop stalling, I want to see your body like you got to see mine.”
He peeled off his shirt and threw it to the floor. “My nipples are sensitive.”
“Really?” My eyes opened wide. “I didn’t know that worked for some men.” I brushed my fingers over his tiny nipples.
Stay’s breathing became heavier.
I tugged at his bottoms. “Please,” I said, dying to see his cock.
He pushed off his PJs revealing his boxers with a large wet spot on the front.
“You were turned on. Does that happen a lot?” I ran my hand over the front of his shorts.
“When I’m super turned on, the pre-cum flows.”
“That’s sexy. Was it the kisses or going down on me?”
“Both,” he groaned as I traced the outline of his cock.
“Huh. Did it happen at the club?” I wondered out loud.
“Yes. I’ll never forget that kiss.”
“Me either. Now stop making me wait,” I said, tugging on the bottom of his boxers.
He pulled them down and kicked them to the side.
“Holy moly. I think you might be too big for me. I mean, wow, really.”
“I promise you, we’ll make it work.”
The veiny shaft was significantly thicker than I’d ever seen. The full head covered a good portion of the top. In addition, the seven and a half inches or so were more than I usually liked.
When I realized that I was staring at it, I reached out and caught a pearl of his pre-cum on my finger and rubbed it around the tip.
His cock jumped and twitched and more pre-cum came to the surface.
I shifted to his side and lapped up the come. Leaning over, my breast grazed against his balls and shaft.
“Oh that feels amazing. Love your tits against me.”
I danced my breast over and around his cock, lightly jostling his testicles with their weight.
He groaned and the sound turned me on even more.
Resting my upper body against his leg, I lowered my mouth over him. When I tasted his salty pre-cum, my nipples flared and my breathing accelerated. “Oh god,” I murmured. He was so thick and long I thought I would never be able to take all of him in my mouth.
Mason never liked for me to go down on him and I realized at the moment, I never asked him why. It didn’t matter anymore.
I licked around Stay’s ridge and trailed my tongue to his balls. Breathing in, I could feel my pussy flush again. I glanced up and Stay could tell. “Wow,” I said. He smelled divine.
“Would you kneel for me?” he said, swinging his legs to the side of the bed.
I hopped off the mattress, knelt down in front of him, my butt resting on my heels.
“Will you trust me?” He took my face in his hands.
“Yes.”
“Scoot back just a bit and rise up on your knees.” He stood in front of me, gazing down. His hand caressed my cheek right before he held his cock out to me. “I’m going to use your mouth how I like. Clasp your hands behind your back. Yes, just like that. You can stop me at any time, and I’ll check in with you as well.”
Peering up, I opened my mouth.
He painted my lips with his pre-cum and dribbled on my tongue, and then said, “Suck on the very tip.”
I sucked the end of his hard shaft and savored his taste.
“Good, OC. I’ve often wondered if you would submit to me, and you’re a natural. Keep your eyes glued to mine. I’m going to take your mouth now.” He cupped my head in his hands and forced his cock deep into my mouth. The thrust hit the back of my throat.
Staring up at him, my eyes watering, I was dominated by his deep-blue eyes.
“So beautiful, Lane,” he said as he slowly pulled back and jabbed back in.
I swirled my tongue in mid stroke and licked down the length of him.
“Are you ok
ay? Do you think you can take more?”
I nodded, scared and utterly turned on. He’d just started and I could already feel my wetness dripping down my thighs.
“Have you ever had a cock in your throat?”
I shook my head as much as I could with him in my mouth.
“Another first. If you need me to stop, just unlatch your hands and touch my leg. Thank you, OC, I’ve thought about this so often.” He angled my chin all the way up and plunged down my throat, then he immediately pulled back out. “I won’t push you too far this time. But soon ... take a deep breath for me.”
I did and he immediately incurred back down my throat farther than before. “Yesss, that’s so tight, so good.” He stroked my hair as he drew out again. “These are the kind of tears I like to see. Again?” Staring down into my eyes, he knew. “Okay. This time a few strokes.” He clutched my head tightly and rode my mouth in and out. The depth grew with each motion. “Jesus, woman, are you sure ... you never...”
At once I wanted him to stop and I didn’t. He’d given me so much; I wanted to give it back. And the submission took me out of myself, a vessel for another’s pleasure. Stay’s pleasure. As I hovered away from myself, I clung to the place without thought. I continued to peer up at him.
He withdrew from my mouth again. “Can you take anymore? Between yoga and tantra my orgasms last a long time, and I’m so close. If I start—”
“Yes. I want to watch you come.”
“Damn, woman.” He knelt down in front of me and kissed me deeply.
I kept my arms behind me, pushing myself into him.
He intertwined the fingers of one hand in the base of my hair, kissing me harder than ever before. His free hand reached between my legs and I flushed with embarrassment. “Jesus,” he groaned.
“I’m sorry. I think I might have leaked onto your carpet.”
He bellowed a laugh. “Never apologize for getting turned on. Do you have any idea how wet you are? How hot that is?”
“I can feel it running down my legs.”
“Touch yourself. Tell me, have you ever been this wet before, for any man?”
I reached down. “No,” I admitted. And it was true. The blush remained on my face.
“You are by far the sexist woman I have ever known. This, you, is telling me everything. You may not realize it, but we are so well-suited sexually.”
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