“Manning,” I say, smirking at her as I suck her nipple into my mouth.
“Bedroom,” she says to me, and I stop and look at her face. Her cheeks are flushed pink, and her tits are out and perfect. “I want to be spread open for you. I don’t want any restriction.” I wrap an arm around her waist, standing, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I decide it’s my favorite way to kiss her. “That way.” She points at the door on the side of the family room. I walk into the dimly lit room, and I see her in this whole room. It is everything I thought it would be.
The walls are a light gray, the ceiling has wood all over it, and it’s the same color as the walls. A bench is in front of her king-size bed. The lights on her side table are on low. I look at the frame above her bed.
You will forever be my always.
I stand here thinking about how that quote sums her up perfectly. I walk to the bed, stopping at the side. She unwraps her legs from my waist and gets on her knees on the bed. Her fingers come out and slowly unbutton my shirt. My stomach sinks in when she opens it and then kisses the middle of my chest. She reaches up, pushing the white shirt off my shoulder, and kisses the middle of my tattoo.
“Baby,” I say, and she smiles, putting her head back. I lean down and kiss her lips softly. Her hands go to my hips, and I pull her sweater off her and then her tank top. “Lean back,” I say, and she gets on her back, and I see the wet spot on her light gray shorts. I touch the wet spot, and her head rolls side to side as her eyes close. “I’ve thought about this moment ever since I woke up that Sunday alone.”
“Me, too,” she pants out.
I pull the shorts off her hips, and I find her bare. All fucking bare. “Mine,” I growl out and get on my knees. Pulling her to the edge of the bed, I bury my face, “I thought about doing this to you five times a day.” I lick up, and her legs open more for me. She puts her leg on my shoulder, and I watch her face as I slide two fingers in her.
“Manning.” She calls my name, and it’s even better than in my dreams. “Please.”
“What, baby?” I ask as my fingers fuck her a bit faster. Her hands are on her tits as she plays with her nipples. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to come on your tongue.” She looks at me. “Or your fingers.” I lean forward and take her clit into my mouth as I look at her. One hand reaches down to grab my hair. “But what I really want,” she says, and her pussy gets tighter and tighter. I nibble on her clit. “What I really want,” she repeats as she tries to focus on speaking while my fingers move faster and faster.
I let go of her clit long enough to ask her. “What do you want?” My tongue flicks her clit.
“Your cock.” Her eyes close halfway as she moves her hips up and down. “I want your cock in my mouth.” Her hand pulls my hair. “I want your cock to fuck my tits.” She’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. “Then I want you to fuck me with your cock.” It’s me now who groans out. “Then I want to ride your cock until I can’t stand anymore.” She stops talking when she comes on my fingers. I finger fuck her until she stops moaning and then slip my fingers out of her. She watches me with her eyes half-closed. I stick my fingers into my mouth, licking her off me, and she closes her knees now and tries to move up and get friction.
“My turn,” she says, sitting up. She kisses my lips and then tries to pick me up. “Stand up,” she tells me when she can’t move me. “I want your cock,” she tells me, and I stand. She unbuttons the top button, licking her lips when she sees my cock. “My dreams,” she says, licking the tip. “Fuck,” she says, taking the tip into her mouth. Her hair falls in front of her face, and I push it to the side as I watch her try to swallow my whole cock with her hand grasping the base.
“So good,” I say, moving my hips to fuck her face. I don’t want to stop watching her, but my eyes close as I take in the heat of her mouth. The wetness of her tongue as she lets go of my cock and twirls her tongue around the head. Her hand moves up and down the whole time.
“Oh, baby.” She trails her tongue all the way down the shaft and takes one of my balls into her mouth. I swear it’s nothing like it was last week. And that was the best blow job of my life. She sucks my other ball and then sucks up my shaft until she gets to the tip.
“Your cock is so fucking beautiful,” she says, moving from a sitting position to her hands and knees, her ass in the air moving side to side. She holds my cock, taking in the tip with her eyes on me the whole time. “Where do you want to come?” she asks me between licks and sucks. “My mouth.” I see her hand slide to my balls as she arches her back and her ass wiggles. “My tits.” My eyes look down at her tits that are swaying as she sucks my cock.
“Where do you want it?” I ask between clenched teeth as she slips one of her hands between her legs. I grip her hair in my hand and pull her off my cock.
“Your pussy is mine,” I say. “If you want to play with it, you have to ask me.” I move her head to my cock and allow her to suck it one time. “Ask me,” I say, my cock not happy I have to play this game. He wants to come down her throat, and then he wants to fuck the shit out of her.
“Can I finger your pussy?” she asks, her ass moving side to side, and I have to hold her head tighter.
“That ass of yours is going to be punished,” I say, and I swear her eyes light up. “You want that?”
She nods her head. “I want everything you have to give me.”
“Fuck,” I hiss out as she attacks my cock, the both of us teetering on the ledge. Her hand plays with her pussy as I fuck her face. “I’m going to come,” I say when I feel my balls get tight.
“Me, too,” she says between sucks, and when she doesn’t move, and she groans on my cock, I know she’s coming, and I let go, and she swallows all of me. She sucks my cock long after I finish, and it doesn’t even have a chance to go to half-mast. I pull her hair back and swallow her mouth, the taste of both of us making my cock even harder.
“Manning,” she says with her teeth clenched. She says the three words I’ve been telling her in my dreams for the past week. “I need you.”
Chapter 18
Evelyn
“I need you,” I beg. “I need to feel you,” I tell him, and he kicks off his pants. I thought I remembered his body, but I was wrong. I was so fucking wrong. I sit on my knees as I watch him. His eyes turn a darker shade of blue. The tattoo on his shoulder seems bigger now, brighter, and I see it now, the letter J in the middle of the black, blue, and red. His abs are on point, and the two side abs scream to be bitten.
His chest seems bigger than I remember, and I suddenly miss seeing my mark on him.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, coming to the bed with his cock in his hand.
“About how I miss seeing my mark on you,” I tell him the truth. “Will you promise me something?” I ask, and my stomach flips when I see the worry wash over his face.
“Anything,” he says softly, putting his knee on the bed.
“That you won’t lie to me,” I tell him. “That if you have to say it, you just say it.” My heart hammers in my chest.
“I promise you,” he says, pushing my hair away from my face, “that I will always tell you the truth.”
I nod my head, and he leans down. “I was sad on Sunday when I woke up and didn’t see your mark on me,” he says, and his finger goes exactly to where I remember biting him. “You know what that means.”
“What?” I ask. He stops in front of me, taking my face in his hands. I lean my head back like I always do when I want him to kiss me.
“It means you have to give me another one.” He smirks, and I smile as he kisses me. He pushes me back, and my legs open for him. Our kisses are soft at first, and then they get more frantic.
He lets go of my lips to kiss my neck, and my nipples are tight, and I raise my hand to pinch them. “Manning, you need to fuck me.” I don’t even care if I sound like a hussy at this point. All I know is that I need him. “Condom,” I say, and he looks
at me, his eyes going wide. “You did bring condoms.”
“Um, no,” he says, not moving, and I swear I can hear my pussy weeping. “I didn’t think that we would . . .”
I look at him, not fucking sure what to say. Do I tell him to get his ass out the door to go buy them? Then it dawns on me. “Oh my god,” I say, leaning over to the side table to take out the box of condoms Veronica bought me as a joke. “Oh my god.” I show him the box of Magnums. “Veronica bought me this as a housewarming gag gift.” I open the box and take the condoms out. “Joke’s on her.” I toss him a condom.
“I’m not even going to think of another woman when I’m in bed with you, but I could hug her right now,” he says, taking the condom and tearing it open. “I swear I think my cock cried when you asked for a condom.” I laugh at him now as he sheaths himself. “Now, where were we?”
“I believe you were going to fuck me harder than you did last week,” I tell him, opening my legs for him. “And if we're taking notes, you fucked me so hard I felt you three days later.”
“Challenge accepted,” he says, coming over to me on his knees and rubbing his cock up and down my slit. He pushes my knees back, lifting my hips just a bit off the bed as he slowly slips inside me. I swear I feel every single fucking vein as he buries himself balls deep in me. When his balls hit my ass, we both moan. “Fuck,” he hisses out as he pulls and pushes my legs back, and he slams into me again. “I was wrong,” he says, taking his cock out slowly and then slamming into me, my eyes rolling in the back of my head. Everything about last week is gone because nothing could compare to the feeling right now. Nothing is as good as it is right now.
“All week,” I tell him as he picks up his pace. “All fucking week, I dreamed of you fucking me. In my dreams, I swear if I closed my eyes hard enough, I could feel it.” He puts one of my legs over his shoulder, and my hips tilt back. He slams into me over and over again, getting so deep I can’t even talk. I have nothing to say; I can only watch his cock pounding into me. I watch as my pussy takes him. “I’m—” I start to say, pinching my nipples now. He takes my other leg and places it on the other side, and when he slams into me, I see fucking stars as I come on his cock over and over again.
One leads into another, my legs now falling to the sides of his arms, and he leans down now. My legs wrap around his hips as he puts his hands beside me. His lips come down to mine as his thrusts are just as hard. His nose touches mine as we look in each other’s eyes. One hand goes to the back of his head, and I move it up to hold his head in my hand as he kisses me. His tongue mixes with mine as it goes around and around in a circle. The softness of his kiss pushes me over the edge again, and I cry out his name, but it’s swallowed with his mouth. He waits until my pussy stops gripping his cock before he throws his head back and cries out my name.
He collapses on me and rolls me. My legs wrap around him and now so do my arms around his neck. Our chests are stuck rising and falling at the same time. “That,” he says, “was better than my dreams.” I smile and bury my face into his neck. “It was better than I thought.” I don’t tell him that he's the best I’ve ever had. I don’t have to because I’m sure he can feel it.
He picks me up, and we shower together, but our hands tease, and by the time I step out of the shower, he bends me over and fucks me so hard from behind, I will definitely be feeling him tomorrow. We collapse on the bed, and I fall asleep in his arms, and it’s my alarm the next day that wakes us. I groan as my hand comes out to shut it off. “What time is it?” he asks from beside me, and I feel his cock right between my ass cheeks.
“Time for you to open another condom and fuck me awake,” I mumble out, and three seconds later, he is sliding into me softly. He fucks me delicately now. He fucks me, taking his time. He fucks me until I beg him to fuck me harder. He fucks me until I’m so strung up I’m ready to pull out his hair.
He slaps my ass when we both come, me three times more than him. “I’ll start the coffee,” he says, and I try to raise my hand, but I can’t.
“I think you are going to have to roll me out of bed,” I say, my head still on the pillow.
“Or you can call in sick, and we can do that all day long,” he says, walking out of my room. I wait until I smell the coffee before I roll myself out of bed. I can still feel him in me. He was not lying with the whole challenge accepted. I grab a robe and walk into the kitchen, seeing him making two cups of coffee.
“What do you eat for breakfast?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“I usually grab something on the way to work,” I tell him, sitting on the stool and wincing. He hands me his cup, and the sinking feeling comes over me. He must sense it as he looks at me.
“What did you just think right now?” he asks, and I shake my head and bring the cup to my lips. “Evelyn,” he says my name, and I look at him. “We said no lying.”
I glare at him. “You can’t use that on me right now.”
“I’m waiting,” he says, looking at me.
“You’re married,” I say, and I want to vomit. I put my hand to my stomach. “Like you are going to leave here and go home to your wife.”
“My wife fucks her trainer in my house,” he tells me, and I look at him, shocked. “In the basement, actually.” He looks at me. “So I am going to go home to my son.”
“I don’t know if I can do this,” I tell him the truth, my voice going soft. “I don’t know if I can be with someone who is married regardless.” He walks around now and turns me on the stool. “This sucks.”
“You have no idea how much this sucks,” he says. “I’ve never been happy to come home.” I look up at him. “For the past four years, I looked forward to leaving and going on the road so I would be away from her. I would miss my son, but I would be free.”
“And now?” I ask.
“Now, I fucking hate it because you’re here, and I’m not here with you.” His voice goes low. “I don’t know how this is going to go. I don’t know anything at this point.”
“You aren’t the only one,” I tell him. “In my heart, I know that you aren’t going home to her, but in reality, you still are. You have breakfast with her and then make plans for dinner. You live with her.” The thought makes the coffee in my stomach roil.
“That’s where you're wrong. I have breakfast with Jaxon, and I have dinner either with him or by myself,” he says, and my heart hurts for him, living in a house like you’re a stranger.
“I don’t know what the right answer is,” I tell him, and he bends to kiss my lips, and I have to live in the moment.
“I don’t know either,” he says, pushing my hair behind my ears. “But I do know one thing for sure.”
“What’s that?” I ask, drowning in his blue eyes. His lips are still wet from my kiss. I lift my hand to touch him. To make sure he’s real. To make sure it’s not just another dream. My finger touches his lips, and he kisses it, and then he bends down to kiss me softly again. I wonder if he feels the same. I wonder if he needs to touch me just to make sure that this isn’t his dream, either.
I don’t know what he’s going to say, but I do know that when he says them, it leaves me speechless and breathless, and it just makes everything a bit more complicated because just like him, I feel the same emotions. Just like him, I’m torn; just like him, I don’t have the answers. “I can’t let you go.”
Chapter 19
Manning
I slam the door behind me when I walk into the house two hours later. “Well, look at who decided to show up.” I hear and look up the winding staircase to see Murielle standing there in her workout clothes. Ignoring her, I walk up the stairs and go to my bedroom. “Manning.” She calls out for me, and I want to vomit.
“What?” I say, looking over my shoulder.
“I was talking to you,” she says, walking toward me. I don’t want her to get too close in case I smell like Evelyn, and she picks up on it. Not that I give a shit. But I don’t want to bring this shit to Evelyn, not when I just
got her back.
“What do you want, Murielle?” I ask. She stops, and I breathe out a sigh of relief.
“Where did you sleep last night?” she asks. “I know that you guys got back last night.”
“What do you need from me?” I ask.
“I need you to answer me.” She glares at me.
“I’ll be home by five to take care of Jaxon.” I ignore the question. “So you can go get that itch checked out.” I turn to walk away. “If it helps, one of the rookies caught it last year, and all he had to do was take four pills.”
“You are such an asshole,” she tells me, and I nod.
“Yet you refuse to let me fucking go!” I shout, and she looks around to make sure the cleaning lady isn’t buzzing around. “You’re kidding, right? You fuck your trainer in the basement, and you think she doesn’t know?”
“Well, she signed an NDA.” She folds her arms over her chest. “So the joke’s on her if she tries to sell the story.”
“I won’t sue her.” I walk now to my room. “I might actually help her win her case. Bye, Murielle,” I say, shutting the door behind me and locking it.
I undress, throwing my shit in the wash and then take a shower. Grabbing my track pants and jacket, I make my way over to the rink to work out. I walk in and see that most of the rookies are coming off the ice. Today was an optional skate, so the “old” guys usually just work out in the gym.
When I toss my keys and wallet on my shelf in the locker room, I grab my phone when it beeps. I see it’s from Peter, my financial advisor, and only when I open it do I remember that I put Evelyn’s number under there. I smile when I read what she wrote.
Peter: Remember that challenge you accepted? Well, I just had to pretend that I went hard at the gym last night.
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