Giving In to You

by L. M. Carr

  ***

  AFTER RECEIVING A text from Shelby telling me that she’s running late, asking if I could grab a coffee for her, I swing by Dunkin’ Donuts like I do every morning and order. Pete greets me when I pull up to the drive thru window. I swear he drops any customer when he sees my Jeep pull in.

  “Good morning, beautiful!” He pops through the small, open window to kiss my cheek. My seatbelt strains against my collar bone when I lean over to offer my cheek, my kiss floats in the air, never making contact with his smooth, after-shaved face.

  “You look radiant this morning with that...” he peers in further to see what I’m wearing, “...pretty, green shift dress on. Is there any particular reason for that look?” He waggles his eyebrows. Pete thinks about sex constantly; he’s quite the horny bastard, if you ask me.

  “Peter Harris! You are such horn dog!” I smile, feigning offense. “Dude, it’s FRIDAY, remember! It’s only THE best day of the week!”

  He passes me the cardboard tray with two large coffees. I look at the small bag wedged in between the drinks after I hand him my debit card. “Yeah, right! Something’s up with you, Mia.” His eyes narrow, a devious grin appearing as the small window slides shut. I peek into the bag and find a bagel sandwich and a donut. When the window reopens, I take my debit card and pass the bag. “I don’t think this is mine. I didn’t order a sandwich and a donut.”

  “That’s on me. You’re too skinny. You need to eat.”

  “I eat! Well, at least let me pay for it.” I offer my card again.

  “Babe, I’m the manager and my father owns the place. I think we can afford $4.00.”

  I sigh and thank him. “Goodbye, Peter.” I emphasize his formal name. “Love you. By the way, I love the new haircut!”

  “Me, too!” He runs his hand over his dark mane which hangs over his forehead.

  Shelby and I pull into the school parking lot within minutes of each other. Shelby comes over to help me balance our coffees and workbag, and must notice my good mood, too. “You’re awfully happy this morning.” She eyes me suspiciously, searching my face for any clues. What is it with her and Pete? Am I sullen all the time? They make me sound so grumpy!

  “It’s Friday…you know, TGIF and all that shit,” I say.

  Heading into work, I use my fingers to wipe the tears of laughter from my eyes when Shelby blames Mike’s “sunrise surprise” for making her run late to work. Let’s just say that she’d be great romance writer; she’s very descriptive and detailed!

  I walk past her room into my own, drop off my bags, before heading back with my coffee in hand.

  “So…spill it! What’s going on? And while you’re at it, tell me why you’re wearing that dress. Did you forget about Dress Down Friday?” she demands.

  I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing and spewing out the words I want desperately to shout, “I had drinks with a certain fine fucker last night.” I can’t hold it in any longer.

  “No, shit?!? Really…and???” Her green eyes are as big as saucers.

  “And...it seems we have a common interest…drama-free sex. No strings attached.” I grin convincingly, but Shelby knows me better than that.

  Her smile fades immediately. “Uh, yeah…you don’t really do the whole,” she air quotes, “‘drama-free, sex with no strings attached’ thing very well, Mia.” Her words are true and it stings.

  “Well, I do now,” I snap. My words are defensive and she knows it.

  “And besides, I’m sure you’ll be there to slap me straight if any drama comes my way.” I grab my coffee and walk out ahead of her when the bell rings.

  All day long I find myself smiling, revealing my great mood. I know that I need to be careful and guard my heart. It sometimes doesn’t listen to my brain. Shortly after lunch, a text from an unknown number catches my attention. I open the message to find the words. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.” Oooh! That smug bastard!

  I toss my phone back into my desk drawer with no response after adding Adam’s name to my contact list as AL. Oh, what a name! I chuckle out loud thinking about how Married with Children was one of my dad’s favorite TV shows. Al Bundy. YUCK! I might have to rethink a name for him. FF? Fine fucker? CS? City Slicker? JS? Just Sex?

  Madison gives me a big, long goodbye hug at the end of the day before she sits down with her brother in the dismissal line. She was excited about spending the weekend with her grandparents because they are going to the Big E. Her mention of the huge state fair reminds me of going there as a kid with my family. The image of Josh walking around gnawing on a giant turkey leg makes me smile.

  Adam doesn’t have his children this weekend…I can’t lie and say that the thought doesn’t excite me. Just thinking about him, to look at his beautiful face and that hard body, knowing full well, without any doubt, what I will soon do with him and to him, has that throbbing back that will only dissipate with release.

  The long line of parents seems endless today, my anticipation rising and falling with each face that isn’t his. Even Gina’s hateful glares and nasty muttered comments don’t bother me. Finally, I look up to see to see stunning, soulful chocolate eyes. A sly grin spreads across my face.

  “Hello, Miss Delaney,” he says smoothly as he reaches for the pen, brushing my fingers lightly, scribbling his signature twice.

  “Hello, Mr. Lawson,” I say trying to appear unaffected although my heart is pounding feverishly in my chest.

  “I’m dropping my kids off at their grandparents for the weekend.” He smiles.

  “Yes, your daughter mentioned that.”

  “Can I see you later tonight?” His voice is sexy, filled with unspoken promises of lust and passion.

  I want to scream, “YES!! Yes, please!” But I don’t. Instead, I tear off a corner piece of the sign out sheet and write my number down on it and hand it to him after my eyes quickly scan the area to make sure no one is watching. “Here. Text me later. I’m not sure where I’ll be.”

  He looks at the small, scrap piece of paper thoughtfully, his eyebrows furrow as if he’s confused. His eyes reach mine. “I definitely know where I want to be later.”

  “Mr. Lawson, could you move it along? You’re holding up my dismissal line and I’d like to get home. Seems I might have plans tonight.” I tease.

  He slips the paper into the front pocket of his faded jeans, tips his head in a gentleman-like manner, “Miss Delaney.”

  I watch him as he collects his children, placing a sweet kiss on the top of their heads. Oh, that delicious mouth! I want that on more than just the top of my head!

  ***

  I WALK DOWN TO the lake shore and watch Brady splash and run through the shallow water. Several people are there unloading their boats by the dock, trying to draw out the last, few warm summer days before the chilly autumn New England weather sets in. My work bag was packed, my errands to package store and grocery store could have all set world records. One might think I’m a little anxious to get home.

  After showering and throwing on my favorite ripped jeans, a white tank paired with a light cardigan, I send Pete a quick text telling him that I would go to see his cousin’s band tomorrow night. He doesn’t respond right away, but I receive a text from Adam asking if he’s able to come over around 9:00. I tapped out a response letting him know that 9:00 works for me.

  IT’S A GORGEOUS LATE summer night with a light breeze. Dried kindling sparks in the fire pit, casting a pretty orange glow. I sit in the worn Adirondack chair, trying to relax while drinking my glass of wine, but my body is on high alert knowing that Adam is on his way over. I sync my phone to play music on my outdoor speaker system. Colbie Caillat sings about realizing what’s right in front of her.

  The loud, deep purr of a car’s engine startles me, causing me to turn in its direction. Oh, the Longos will not be happy with this noise. I’m sure the whole neighborhood can hear this car. Where’s the vehicle he usually drives? I don’t think I like this car. The sleek black Camar
o is way too loud, drawing too much attention and it’s the car he was driving the night at the club. Oh no! I hope he doesn’t have a Napoleon Complex or anything. You know, big car, small dick. I chuckle at my private joke, although what I felt pressed against me was far from small.

  The engine quickly cuts off and Adam steps out into the light from the garage’s motion-sensored light. I walk over to greet him. He’s looking incredibly sexy dressed in dark jeans and a black, fitted v-neck Henley. I am taken by complete surprise when he strides over, grabs my face, and crushes his mouth to mine. His lips are warm, his tongue sweet and begging entry. My free hand pulls at the back of his head, needing closer contact. I inhale his freshly showered scent mixed with his own woodsy manliness.

  “I have waited all day long for that. It’s all I’ve thought about,” he mumbles the words against my lips. “How are you tonight?” he asks nipping at my lips, smiling down at me. The ability to speak has momentarily escaped me so I look up his beautiful face and just smile. Breathe, Mia. Breathe.

  His nose skims my jaw line descending further to my neck. “Mmmm…you smell so good.” The heavy stubble of his chin and his moving lips tickle me, making me a squirm, closing the gap between my jaw and my neck.

  “Ticklish?” he asks. His nose skims the other side of my now exposed neck.

  “Extremely.” I giggle.

  “I’ll have to remember that.” He exhales a deep breath and looks beyond me towards the fire pit.

  “Would you like a drink?” I hold up my glass of wine, swinging it side to side.

  “Are you trying to get me drunk so you can seduce me?”

  “No! I’m simply asking if you want a drink.” I smirk, turning and walking back to sit down. He follows my lead and sits in the other chair closest to mine.

  “This is really nice out here. Do you know what the value of property like this would go for?” He scans my yard, probably seeing dollars signs in his head.

  “I agree, but I’d never sell this. Although it is easy to take it for granted when it’s there all the time, you know?”

  I watch him settle in, lean his head back and look up at the stars. He has the most perfect profile I have ever seen. His eyes close and reopen, blinking several times with purpose.

  “There are some things that I could never tire of seeing all the time.”

  His remark catches me off guard. Surely he can’t be talking about me? I am a fool for even thinking that! Surely he is talking about his children or his car or a woman’s breasts.

  I pass him a glass of wine after refilling my own. Our glasses clink. “Here’s to not taking things for granted!” My smile beams at him. “Cheers!”

  We sit there for the next hour or so talking about nothing really. I find out more about the man who is Adam Lawson. He’s a real estate developer with several projects going on, some in the area, some farther away. We make small talk with lots of sexual innuendos. He’s a brilliant flirt and with the liquid courage I’ve gained, I give it right back. The sound of an incoming text interrupts the music for a moment. I ignore it, knowing it’s probably just Pete or Shelby.

  “You don’t want to see who that is?” he asks with some curiosity in his voice.

  “No. I’ll check it later.”

  Adam follows me into the kitchen when my stomach growls in need of food not more wine. I quickly realize that I haven’t eaten since lunch so I grab a bowl of red grapes, some Asiago cheese and bruschetta to tide my stomach over. As I reach up to the cabinet to retrieve a dish, I feel Adam’s chest press into my back, his strong arms reaching around. One hand grabs my waist, the other around my jaw, angling my neck. His firm erection thrusts against my ass. I gasp and then moan.

  My long hair is gathered and pushed over my shoulder. I feel his breath in my ear as he murmurs the words, “Turn around.” I do as he commands.

  Instantly, he kisses me hard and long, his hands travel over the swell of my breasts, down to my stomach before finally settling between my legs. The kiss is loaded with such passion, such need, such desire.

  His skilled hands massage me through the layer of denim, searching for that sweet spot. “I can feel how wet you are. Is this for me?”

  I open my eyes to look at him and smile. I reach down between our bodies to stroke his length tenting through his jeans. “I can feel how hard you are. Is this for me?” I smirk, throwing his question back at him. Good Lord, who is this person I’ve become? I’m not usually this forward. Shelby would clap or wave pom-poms and tell me how proud she is of me.

  “It is most definitely for you.” His erection is pushed further into my hand.

  The button and zipper of my jeans are quickly undone before he slides his hands down, over the bare flesh of my skin, circling my swollen nub with his fingers. I am going to come in like 3.5 seconds if he doesn’t stop. I will die of embarrassment. He must sense my impending orgasm because he removes his fingers and slides one and then two into my wet core. He does want to kill me!

  “Adam,” I pant, “please stop. I…I don’t want to come yet.”

  “Mia…you’re going to come now. And you’re going to come again later.” He promises. His fingers continue their relentless, sweet torture until my knees nearly buckle and I find my release right there in my kitchen against the cabinets.

  “Oh my God!” I bite into his shoulder to prevent myself from screaming and waking up the Longos. My hand continues to stroke him, but I want to feel his flesh so I quickly work to release him from the restraint of his jeans. His erection falls hard and heavy into my hands as I begin stroking again from base to tip. He hisses in my ear, “Where’s your bedroom?”

  “Not yet.” I shake my head and smile coyly. Instead, I drop to my knees and take him into my mouth. He fills my mouth completely. I have never EVER in my life been so brazen and bold with a man. I stroke and suck, looking up to see his face in appreciation. I am relentless in my pursuit.

  “Oh, fuck. Mia, stop. I don’t want to come in your mouth. I need to be in you. NOW.” He pulls me up by my arms and kisses me. He follows me up the stairs to my bedroom. Our clothes are shed immediately and tossed haphazardly on the floor. Each article of clothing ripped from our bodies. I knew he was in amazing shape from what I’d seen of him, but I wasn’t prepared for the god who stands before me. His entire body is pure perfection from his sculptured chest, washboard abs, narrow hips to his very, very impressive length. If I didn’t know that a vagina has to stretch to accommodate childbirth, I’d be afraid to have that in me.

  He appraises my body the same way I do his. I feel like Michelangelo’s sculpture of David in Florence as he studies me. His eyes sweep from the top of my head, to every part in between, his face thoughtful, appreciative. I work hard for my body and I am happy to share it with him.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asks.

  Choosing not to respond with spoken words, I pull him into me and kiss his stubble covered jaw, his hard chest, strong arms, tight abs, and his manhood. I want him to know the feeling is mutual.

  He walks us backwards until I can feel my bed behind me, my legs finding its resistance. Gently, almost lovingly, as if I were precious, Adam lowers me down. Almost lovingly? What? Scratch that…not lovingly. Adam doesn’t do love and I’m not interested in love. SEX! Hot, sweaty, off the charts SEX! That’s what this is about!

  Using his long legs, he spreads my thighs open as he kneels between them, ripping open a condom and rolling it on. My body, anticipating his entry, prepares for him. Nothing in this world can compare the feeling of Adam looking down at me as he surges forward slowly and slides into me. That first thrust! “Ahhh…” my eyes feel heavy and close. The feeling is almost indescribable. The fullness of him. The connection between his body and mine. We begin a slow sensual dance, our naked bodies moving together as one. My body ignites, a slow rumble begins deep within my core. Up and down. In and out. Around and around. Over and over again. Lowering himself to kiss my lips, my neck, and my breasts, Adam
continues his wonderful, sinfully delicious barrage.

  Abruptly, he stops. Everything just stops. I’m on the precipice of a universe shattering orgasm and he just stops. My veiled insecurities race to the surface. What if this isn’t good for him? What if I’m doing something wrong? Memories of years ago invade my thoughts. Awful memories of not being good enough tear through me.

  I move to untangle my legs which are wrapped tightly around his waist, but his arm shoots out, holding me still. “Don’t move,” he commands.

  “You feel fucking amazing. I don’t want it to end just yet.” The words are growled in my ear. Crisis averted. Insecurities pushed down. And so again starts the slow thrusting, the circling of his hips. I’ve had sex plenty of times, but never has it felt like this. I feel a slow, deep build up in my core with each thrust as I squeeze my legs tighter around him, trying to find the right angle and pressure to release that tension.

  Adam must sense my need because he pushes up on his arms, bearing his weight and thrusts into me longer, deeper, and harder. My eyes close as the incredible and unfamiliar sense of freefalling overcomes me and I let go. Holy shit! His thrusts become urgent, pushing deeper than before. “This…this is what you do to me…” he says through gritted teeth as his final thrust gives him the release he desperately seeks. His body, veiled in sweat, collapses on top of me.

  “Holy shit,” the only words I can manage to utter, fall breathlessly from my mouth. My nails rake up and down his back, his full weight pinning me down. “That was incredible.”

  Adam still doesn’t say a word. His face is buried in my neck, his breathing ragged, trying to slow down.

  “Hey, you okay?” I tug at the back of his head, wanting him to look at me.

  “Give me a minute,” he mumbles, pecking my neck with tiny kisses which makes me squirm and giggle. My awakened body is on fire, ready for round two.