by Amy Brent
“My mother was never very supportive and my father… well he mostly tried to disappear as much as possible. He got a job as a trucker when I was in high school, so he was only home once every two weeks or so. Things were a little smoother for a while. Then, once I went away to college, they divorced, and I’ve seen him once since then.”
Huh, I could understand now why she might have wanted to run away to Vegas. A land of so many sparkling possibilities and so few parents. “You’ve graduated, right? Were you able to fix things with your mother now that your father was out of the picture?”
“No… not really.” She heaved a sigh and I could feel the tension building in her, so I squeezed the sides of her heels before moving up to rub the balls of her feet. “I tried making it on my own for a while, but eventually I had to move back home. Things went south there after some stupid crap that happened, and she seemed like she just wanted me to get out of her hair, so I left.
“…and then I met you.” She finished, looking at me with a sort of sheepish expression.
“Funny how life work out that way, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know if funny is the word for it, but yeah.”
With all the talk of parents done, we fell into quiet, me rubbing more of her feet then moving onto her ankles and calves, and her making appreciative little sounds. Time passed, but the more we sat there, the more and more I found myself becoming aware of her body, sitting right there next to me on the couch.
Even without the lotion, her skin was incredibly smooth and soft. Adding the moisturizer only reminded me of how slick other parts of her could become, and how good that felt wrapped around me.
How was it possible for one woman to be so alluring? I didn’t know, and it certainly wasn’t fair. But the more my fingers worked her over, the more I felt the rest of my body react, until my lower half was fighting against the confines of my shorts while my heart was beginning to thunder in my chest.
Eventually it was too much, and I gently picked her feet up, so I could stand. She moved them out of my way quickly, then held out her hand so that I could pull her to a standing position.
That turned out to be a mistake. I pulled just a tad too hard, and she stumbled forward a tad, colliding with my chest. We both looked at each other, obviously startled by our sudden closeness, and before I knew what was happening, I was leaning down to kiss her.
I knew I shouldn’t, that -after everything that had happened- I should keep my distance until we fully figured out our arrangement. But her lips were so soft, and she felt so right against me, what else could I do?
Chapter Thirteen
~Nicole~
When James had first told me that I was coming over to his hotel for the night, I expected awkwardness and stilted dialogue. I certainly hadn’t been anticipating our little heart to heart about our parents or the impromptu foot massage.
But jeeze, he really knew how to work those fingers. Other than being swollen and a little uncomfortable, I hadn’t even known that my feet were hurting. But with the way his strong fingers glided along my flesh, finding all those knots and sore spots, I felt like I was being transported to another planet.
For the first time in months I was relaxed and at ease. There were no worries, there was no dread about tomorrow. Just soothing and comfort from his competent hands.
I was fully contented when it was over and just about ready to melt into the couch right then and there. But I figured I should at least go to the bathroom and wash my face before settling in, so I held out my hand for him to help my pregnant self-up.
And then, out of nowhere, we were kissing.
I gasped, completely shocked, and nearly sank into his form. I knew I shouldn’t, I knew that this was muddying water that didn’t need to be muddied. I knew that this was just adding another layer of complication to my life that I didn’t need.
And yet I didn’t stop kissing him.
In fact, I actively encouraged him.
Our hands moved frantically against each other, holding, scratching, trying to feel all of each other. Our lips were just as active, melding against each other, rising and falling in rhythm with each other.
And it was right about then that I knew I wasn’t going to resist anything. I had been fighting so hard for so long, didn’t I deserve a little respite from somebody who I knew could completely blow my mind?
Once more, I felt his hands go over me then he was lifting me up, baby bump and all. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, laughing slightly into his mouth.
God, he knew just what to do to make me feel carefree and young again. Not that I was old. At the age of twenty-three I knew that I was still very much a child to many people, but compared to how hopeful I was when I was a freshman walking into those hallowed halls of university, I felt like a whole century had passed for me.
We got to the room and once more he was setting me down on the bed. It was such a moment of de ja vu that I almost wondered if we were back in Vegas again. But this time the blankets were a soft blue and cream, and there was no canopy or sparkling lights. Just the two of us, staring at each other like we were afraid that we’d disappear if we blinked.
Thankfully, no one vanished anywhere, and his hands went to my skirt.
I was grateful that I rarely wore pants to work, although really my affinity for skirts was just because I loved wearing warm, comfy leggings. It didn’t take him long at all to slide the garment off of me, then he was pulling off the black stockings I had under them.
As much as I loved our entire experience last time, I didn’t think I could tolerate that much teasing again, so I grabbed him and pulled him down to me.
I got the feeling that he could resist if he wanted to, but he let me yank him down so our lips were crashing together once again.
My whole body flooded with heat and my heart was starting to race. I loved the exhilaration that came with touching him, the promise that soon I would be losing my mind in the best way possible.
Our tongues slid against each other and I could feel our breathing starting to syncopate. I liked that he was just as excited as me. It made me feel like he was just as invested as I was in the experience, and that was drop dead sexy.
Enthused by his response, I surged my hips upward while dropping one leg. That managed to shift our weight enough so that I was on top, straddling his waist and looking down on him with what I hoped was an expression of pure sin.
“You like it up there?” His voice was a low growl that brought out the most primal of urges for me.
“I do,” I said, reaching down to loosen his tie. It was soft, silky, and probably worth two weeks of pay. I let it slip across my fingers, caressing me with its extravagance, before pulling it from his sculpted frame.
“Don’t get too used to it,” he taunted.
“Oh yeah?” I retorted, flicking the first button open.
“Yeah. I’m just letting you get a taste of the power just long enough so you miss it when I take it back.”
“Is that so?” I bent down while I flicked open a second button, brushing my lashes against his cheek.
“It is.”
Another button. “Well, if you’re so s-”
I barely felt one of his hands slip under my thigh and then suddenly, I was flipping over myself to the other side of the bed.
I hit cushion without being hurt, of course, but I didn’t even have time to recover before James was on top of me, smirk across his handsome features.
“Like I said, just long enough to get its flavor.”
I laughed, full of adrenaline and excitement. “Well, since we’re talking about flavor, when are you going to let me taste you?”
His eyebrows shot to the top of his hairline before his expression recovered. “How could I say no to that?” He stood, then backed up towards the one chair in the corner of the room by the foot of the bed. Sitting down, he gestured to his lap with a cockily expectant look.
“Ready when you are,” he murm
ured.
Oh boy, I did not need to be asked twice. I practically slithered off of the bed, ending up on my hands and knees as I crawled towards him.
It didn’t matter that my rounded pregnant belly was swaying as I moved. It didn’t matter that I had red lines on me from wearing my office clothes all day. I was feeling absolutely incredibly sexy, and I was about to rock this man’s world.
When I reached him, I sat up slowly, settling onto my haunches before my hands went to his belt. It took a bit of fiddling, but eventually I was able to open it up and slide it enough out of my way so that it wouldn’t be a bother.
Then, I worked on his zipper, pulling it down in short little increments so that I didn’t accidentally catch anything that I didn’t want to in the very sharp teeth of his jeans.
Finally, I could see and reach into his boxers. I gripped him gently at first but increased the firmness of my hold until he was out of his pants and standing at full attention for me.
Goodness, I had forgotten sizable he was. It was funny how my mind had glossed over that first painful minute or so when I had to get used to accommodating someone of his… measurements.
Oh well, I had done it once before and I was more than confident that I could do it again. He was like a challenge for me, all wrapped up in a pretty bow, and I wanted to conquer him.
I started with my tongue, laving up and down his length, trailing as much wetness as I could. He let out a hiss of pleasure and tipped his head back, letting it rest against the back of the chair. I wished that I could see the expression on his face from my position, but I had to content myself with just listening.
So, I listened.
I noted every sound he made, logged every twitch or spasm, until I was finally ready to take him between my lips.
The sound that came out of his mouth elated me, and I pushed myself to go down farther, allowing my tongue to glide along the bottom of his manhood.
His skin was thick and masculine, tasting somewhere between salty and musky but not in a bad way. It was like some sort of mystical pheromone that had me addicted, because I was deep throating him in record time.
“Oh God, just like that, baby.”
I let out a murmur of approval, and the sound vibrated along his length, causing him to groan and his hand to go to my hair. I took that as encouragement, and shuttled along him at my own pace, taking him as deep as I could and then withdrawing almost completely.
I lost track of time, devoting myself only to bringing him pleasure. I could feel it building up between us and my heartrate was increasing in time, but before I could get him to the release I was working towards, he pushed me back until he popped out of my mouth, a trail of saliva trailing from my lips to his glistening tip.
“Not yet,” he growled, voice primal.
I nodded and then he was half picking me up, half pushing me back, until I was on the bed again. Both of us were breathing hard, but that just made me burn that much hotter. I wanted- no, I needed this- down to my very core.
Thankfully, James seemed more than ready to oblige.
Chapter Fourteen
~James~
My whole body was drawn tighter than a rubber band and I felt like the slightest amount of pleasure was going to make me blow hotter than a volcano.
It turned out that Nicole definitely knew her way around the male anatomy. She worked me over, slick and hot and perfect, until I almost popped right then and there in her mouth. But I didn’t want it to be over yet and I wasn’t risking a fifteen minute or mole cool down time while we waited for me to be able to do round two.
I laid her back on the bed, pulling the rest of her clothes from her in a sensual tease. I knew it seemed like I was in control and just torturing her because I wanted to draw out those perfect little sounds she made, but in reality, I just needed to cool down for a moment. Catch my breath and come back from the precipice that she had so expertly pushed me to.
Once she was fully bare before me, I stood and removed the rest of my clothing. My length was still straining for her, standing at full mast and blushing slightly purple at the tip. God, I wanted to just bury myself in her and rut like there was no tomorrow.
I knelt back on her bed and she spread her legs for me, reaching up for me to guide me to her. But I had other plans. My right hand went under her leg and pulled it upwards, draping it over my shoulder as I aligned myself with her entrance.
Locking eyes with her, I slid inside, nearly gasping as I went. She was surprisingly flexible, her leg bending farther and farther until I was all the way in.
I waited a minute, remembering how much time she had needed to adjust our first time together. My spare hand reached down to her, trying to find her hand, and when I did, I wound my fingers through it until she was ready for me to move.
It didn’t seem to take nearly as long as last time, and after maybe a minute or two, she was squeezing my hand for me to go.
And I certainly did.
I gave her a short thrust first, making sure that she was indeed ready for it. When her eyes closed, and a heathen smile grew along her features, I knew it was fine to really let loose.
I drove into her without mercy, reveling in the sound of my flesh on hers, the gasps that escaped her lips, the mewls that found their way out of her throat.
Her breasts bounced invitingly with every mood I made, hypnotizing me so that I let go of her hand and enveloped one of them in my grip. It was soft, so soft, with her dusky nipples erect and happy to see me. Timing myself just right, I rolled my hips forward at the same time I tweaked the sensitive little bud, and then her spine was arching so she was pressed against me.
I kept on, switching between each of them until she was a sweating, heaving mess.
Just when I could feel her starting to clamp down around me, my fingers left her breast and pushed its way between us, reaching for that spot that I knew was going to send her toppling over the edge.
It took a second to reach it, but when I did, I circled around it a few times before directly stimulating it, making sure I used enough force for her to feel it, but not so much that it would hurt the extremely sensitive spot.
Sure enough, she let out a cry and stiffened around me, clamping down on all of my length like a vice. I kept riding her through it, pushing her as hard and as far as I could until I too was spilling into her with a cry.
She was still in her climax as I came down from mine, shaking and enveloped in her own personal pleasure. I watched her face, enjoying the little show, until finally her cries stopped, and she came back to Earth.
I settled down on my hands and knees, still connected to her. We were both slightly damp with sweat and outright panting, but I didn’t think that she had ever looked more beautiful.
“Well that was something…” she breathed, her face still red.
I rolled off of her, already missing her as I pulled out from her body. “A good something, I hope.”
“Definitely, yes. Yes, a hundred times.” She sighed and slowly sat up, smiling hazily at me. “But I should go to the bathroom. You know, adult stuff.”
“Yeah. First door to the right out of here,” I said, pointing.
She shuffled out of bed and I watched her as she went, appreciating her rounded cheeks as they swayed back and forth in her exit.
While she was gone, and I was left alone with my own thoughts, I couldn’t help but wonder if I had made a terrible choice. I had slept with a woman I hardly knew, who pawned a ring that she had technically stolen from me after we both got drunk-married in Vegas and was apparently pregnant with my child -which we hadn’t medically confirmed yet.
Sighing, I listened for what she was doing in the bathroom. When I heard the water start to run, I went over to my pants and pulled my phone from my pocket.
Once I had it out, I hit my lawyer’s number. Surprisingly, he picked up, even though it was at least nine at night and I knew he had to be out of his office.
“What’s going on? I heard you je
tted out of the office this morning. And I mean that quite literally.”
“You’re hilarious,” I retorted. “But hey, I need you to do me a favor.”
“It’s not really a favor if you pay me.”
“You have a point there. But I need you to hook me up with a friend of yours or a partner or whatever in St. Louis that knows how to make a good child custody agreement that can be handled outside of court.”
“Wait, child custody agreement? What? What happened since you left?”
“It’s a long story, and I’m sure your new friend that you hook me up with can tell you all about it.”
“Alright then. I’ll see what I can do. I haven’t been that far south in quite a while.”
“It’s literally the middle of the country. That’s why it’s called the mid-west. Hell, it’s even called the gateway to the west. Not the south.”
“You do realize I’m charging you my full, after-hours rate for this phone call?”
I barked a laugh at that. “Fair. I’ll hopefully talk to you on Monday.”
