by Lane Hart
His hands cup both of my ass cheeks, squeezing hard before his fingers on his right hand relax enough to stroke my flesh since I’m not wearing any panties. They tease me until they find my folds and prod my wet entrance.
Nash’s lips finally leave mine when I whimper at the intrusion.
“Fuck, Lucy,” he grunts as his lips and tongue move down my throat to the tops of my breasts while his finger pumps in and out of me. “Let me have you, just once. Please, baby,” he whispers against my collar bone.
“J-just once?” I repeat disappointedly, because I already want more and we’ve barely gotten started. All I’ve had is his mouth on me, but I want all of him inside me, over and over again.
“Just once. I need to be inside of you so fucking bad it hurts.”
That’s such a relief to hear that my body physically relaxes, letting Nash’s two fingers easily slide deeper before I clench around them again, making him curse.
“Just tonight,” I counter as I reach down between our bodies to squeeze his shaft through his pants before I get to work unzipping them to pull his steely length free and put it where I need it. I don’t care where we are or who may see. I need this. I need him.
Nash’s cock is long and thick and so velvety smooth that I want him inside me, in my pussy, in my mouth and in my hand all at the same time.
For now, though, I’ll have to settle for pussy, because it feels too good rubbing him over my slit. After a few times, and because I trust him and there’s no concerns about pregnancy, I finally line up his blunt head to my slick opening. As I hold on to his neck tightly, Nash lowers me gently down his shaft an inch at a time so I can savor the amazing way he stretches and fills me.
When I’ve finally taken him all, he thrusts his hips upward, making my eyes close on a gasp of pleasure. Our lips separate then. Nash buries his face in my hair as I cling to him. The two of us are as close as physically possible and still it’s not enough for me.
“God, I love your sexy little body,” he growls through his increasing pants, his fingers digging into my thighs as he bounces me up and down. “It’s so easy to pick you up and put you on my cock. Throw you down on the bed. Have your sweet pussy anywhere and any way I fucking want.”
“Yes!” I exclaim, thrilled to hear his naughty words and have him moving inside me, making me so wet as he controls every single hard, punishing thrust. “Don’t stop! I’m so…close.”
“I know you are,” Nash says as his lips move against my ear. “Give it up for me, baby. Let your tight pussy squeeze every last drop of cum from me.”
He slams me down and thrusts up at the same time, hitting the deepest spot inside of me. That’s all it takes to make me shatter into a million pieces in his arms as I shudder all over from the waves of pleasure originating from the point where our two bodies are joined.
Nash’s own release fills me up in hot bursts as his shaft swells and pulses in time with my own orgasm. It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt, and one of the first times I’ve ever been happy that I’m barren, so that I can enjoy every second without worry or concern. I can just be here, in the moment. And for now, there’s nowhere else I would rather be, which is exciting and scary all at the same time.
Chapter Twenty-One
Nash
* * *
I should’ve known that once with Lucy would never be enough. Before I even lower her feet to the ground after our first time, I need her again, as soon as possible. To hell with not being selfish or hurting her next week.
Despite how much smaller she is than me, the two of us actually fit together perfectly. And I’ve never had this…connection to another woman before. Not even Ellie. Hell, I’m starting to doubt whether or not I ever loved my ex-wife or if it was only lust. It must have been, or we would still be together, no matter what obstacles we faced.
I fell for Ellie fast, too fast. When I met her, it was like a bolt of lightning, while with Lucy it’s been a gradual build up to get to where we are – a place where the tiny woman could do anything and I would still forgive her and want to be with her. I just like spending time with her, doing nothing. Although, I’m starting to prefer the time we spend with our bodies pressed together.
“That was…” Lucy starts when her legs drop from around my waist and she dangles in the air until I let her down gently. “Do you think anyone saw us?” Whatever she was going to say about the sex is pushed aside as she glances around the dark patio as she tugs her dress back down over her ass.
“Don’t know. Don’t care,” I admit honestly while zipping up my pants. “Just in case, we should probably go back to our room.”
“Right. Yeah,” Lucy agrees.
I take her hand and start leading the way back inside. “Unless you’re hungry?” I ask, making sure she doesn’t want to go back to the dinner.
“Nope. I’m good.”
She’s quiet again on the way back to the room, making me worry that she regrets what we did. I know I should regret it, giving her the intimacy that will make her think we could have a future together when that’s so unlikely I won’t even let myself consider it for a moment. Now that we’ve crossed that line, there’s no choice but to live in the moment, in this weekend with Lucy before everything changes, before she learns the truth and hates that she slept with a murderer.
Even though I have no clue what Lucy is doing when she disappears into the bathroom, I make my intentions clear by getting undressed and climbing into bed naked, waiting for her under the covers.
When I hear the shower turn on after about ten minutes, I can’t help but think that she’s procrastinating. Still, she’ll have to come out of the bathroom eventually tonight. I’m wide awake, ready to wait as long as it takes as I lay in the silent room, trying to figure out what I’ll tell her tomorrow on the car ride home, how I’ll break the news to her that after all the heartbreak she’s been through, I’m not the man she thinks I am, just someone else who ended up hurting her.
The best thing to do is try to keep things light. Easy. I won’t tell her how much I care about her or make any promises I can’t keep.
Finally, after at least an hour passes, the door opens and Lucy peeks her head out. When her eyes land on mine, I get the feeling that she’s disappointed I’m still awake. Fuck. I thought the sex was great, that we had a crazy connection. What if it was all one-sided?
“Hey. I thought you were going to sleep in there tonight,” I tease her.
“Just freshening up,” she says as she walks out in her pink pajamas that I fucking love and goes around to her side of the bed. “I thought you would have been asleep by now since you didn’t seem to sleep much last night.”
So she noticed that? I’m surprised since I tried not to toss and turn too much, fearing I would wake her.
Lucy throws the covers back on her side, which means she gets a look at all of me. Her eyes widen as she stares at my half-mast cock before her gaze finds mine.
“If you’re having second thoughts, we don’t have to do anything,” I assure her. “I can put some clothes on.”
“What? No. Why would you think that I’m having second thoughts?” she asks, but still doesn’t get into bed with me.
“Maybe because of your disappearance and disappointment that I wasn’t asleep?”
“That’s not…I’m just not sure what to do now, after earlier,” she explains.
“How about you start by just talking to me?” I suggest. Rolling to my side, I prop my head up on my arm and pat the empty spot on the mattress beside me.
After a moment of hesitation, Lucy climbs up in bed and sits with her back against the pillow and headboard, her legs stretched out in front of her.
“So, what’s going on in your head? Why aren’t you your normal, talkative self?” I ask. “Do you regret what we did?”
“God no,” she thankfully answers vehemently. “I’m just sort of confused. I think you’ve been giving me mixed signals,” she says as she examines her nails.
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bsp; “I have?” I reply even though I know it’s true and not fair.
“Yes. First there was earlier tonight, here in the room,” she explains with her cheeks turning red as we both remember when my face was recently buried between her legs while she was laid out on this bed. “Then outside on the patio. Both times were incredible, really. And I want to do it again. I just thought you were still angry at me for lying…”
“I was,” I agree. “But I’m over it now. On the anger scale of one to ten, I’m at a zero when it comes to you,” I tell her truthfully. It’s impossible to stay mad at her, no matter what she does. Finally getting my tongue and dick inside of her hot little pussy certainly helped take my anger down a few notches.
“Seriously?” she asks, lifting her eyes to mine in shock that I could calm down so quickly.
“Yeah,” I answer. Not wanting her to get her hopes up about a future with me, I add, “Just, um, remember what we talked about in my apartment. When I said this can’t be more than a friends with benefits situation, I meant it, okay?” It sucks to withhold the fact that I’m in love with her, that I care for her more than I did the woman I married, but it’s for the best.
“Okay,” Lucy replies. “I understand.”
“Good,” I reply before I reach over. Throwing my arm around her waist, I’m easily able to drag her over until her side is pressed against the front of my body. As I lean down to brush my lips over hers, my palm starts to slide up her top until I’m cupping one of her perky tits. Our tongues meet soft and unhurried several times before I eventually pull away.
Looking down at her relaxed face, I say, “Now it’s your turn to answer my questions.”
“Yeah? What do you want to know?” she asks with a smile as her fingers reach up to comb through the back of my hair.
“You had cancer?”
Her hand stills before she answers. “Yeah, so?”
“So? Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask.
“Because it’s done and over with,” she says with a sigh, avoiding eye contact with me, preferring to tug on my hair, pulling my mouth down to hers and stroking my tongue seductively as a distraction. It doesn’t work. Well, it does. My dick thickens against where it’s poking her thigh, but I’m not done with my line of questions yet.
“What kind of cancer did you have?”
“Endometrial,” Lucy replies. “Cancer cells had spread to my ovaries, so I had to have surgery to remove them and my uterus. I was lucky, though. I didn’t have to go through chemo or radiation, and it didn’t reach my bladder...”
“Lucky?” I repeat. “You had cancer in your twenties that took away your chance of being a mother. That’s not lucky; that’s devastating, baby.”
“It could’ve been worse. At least I’m still alive,” she says.
“And that’s when Barry cheated on you? When you were going through all of that?”
“Yes,” she answers, removing her fingers from my hair to trail her fingernails down my arm. “Ellie came to see me after surgery, and that’s when they met. Love at first sight. Then he knocked her up. What’s a girl to do?”
“Kick her ass and his,” I mutter.
“I just hope their kid looks like him,” Lucy says. “That’s all I ask of karma. And at least I got to meet you…”
Rather than contradict that statement, I roll on top of her small body and kiss her so hard I fear I may squash her into the mattress.
How can Lucy possibly think that meeting me has been a good thing? She came into my life at the worst possible time for herself.
But I can’t deny that she came into mine when I needed her most.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Lucy
* * *
Nash was as insatiable as I was throughout the night. There was no more talking, thankfully, after our conversation about his mixed signals and my cancer. Instead, there were only moans and pleas for more as we fucked hard between short naps. In the early morning hours, when my pussy got too sore to accommodate his big dick, we switched to oral, which was absolutely fine with me. I loved taking him in my mouth and would never get enough of his talented tongue.
But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.
Around one in the afternoon, with my head on his chest, I reach up and stroke the side of his scruff jaw. “Nash? Babe, sorry to wake you, but it’s time to get up.”
“Too tired to move,” he grumbles, eyes still shut tight as he licks his lips. “Just sit on my face, baby. Ride my tongue again.”
“No, Nash,” I say with a giggle as my pussy tingles from the memories of earlier when I did straddle his face. Sitting up, I tell him, “The wedding’s in an hour, so we should probably shower and get ready.”
“But I’m comfortable here in bed,” he mutters, pulling me back down to his chest and holding me so tight I can’t escape. “Company is pretty damn good too. Do we have to go see my ex-wife get married to the fat fuck who cheated on you?”
“Yes,” I tell him. “There will be tons of alcohol at the reception if we survive the ceremony,” I add as an enticement since he seems hesitant to leave the room. “Unless you don’t want to see her…”
“Fuck her. Fuck them,” Nash says, finally cracking an eye open to look at me. “I’m good with it. Are you?”
“Yeah, I am,” I say confidently for the first time. “Besides, we need to let housekeeping in to change the sheets.”
“True enough,” he agrees with a gruff chuckle. “I love not using condoms, but I had forgotten how messy sex is without them.”
“No kidding,” I agree. “Come on, let’s shower together. If you can get it up, I’ll get on my knees and let you fuck my mouth again while we get clean.”
Nash goes from being a partially unconscious sleepyhead to wide awake when he jumps out of bed. I’m still laughing at his sudden burst of energy when he scoops me up, throwing me over his shoulder as he carries me to the bathroom.
Nash
* * *
Last night and this morning with Lucy have been the best time of my life. Memories I won’t ever forget.
I just hope they weren’t as unforgettable for her. I fear they were, which makes me selfishly happy and concerned at the same time.
While Lucy is finishing up in the bathroom, I pull out the hotel’s iron from the closet and go to work getting the wrinkles out of my black slacks and white dress shirt that she packed for me to wear for the wedding today. Hopefully they both still fit, because I honestly can’t remember the last time I wore either. My usual attire consists of a t-shirt, jeans and, of course, my cut.
I’ve just finished buttoning up my shirt that not only fits but is a little loose, when the bathroom door opens, and Lucy comes out in her blue floral dress.
“You look beautiful,” I tell her.
“Thanks,” she smiles, her lips curving while her cheeks blush a darker red. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”
“Cut or no cut?” I ask even though I feel naked without the leather and patches.
“Always wear your cut,” she replies, her smile broadening when she picks up the worn leather and holds it up for me to put my arms through. Once it’s on, she runs her hands down either side of the opening over my chest. “It’s who you are.”
“Thanks,” I reply, happy that she just understands that without argument or bitching.
And surprisingly enough, Lucy is the reason I can walk out the door, at peace with being on the way to see my ex-wife get remarried. Before, just a few weeks ago, I didn’t think it would be possible for me to be in the same room with Ellie without missing her. Now, not only am I over her, but I’ve realized how much time I wasted pursuing her, marrying her, and being miserable. It’s a shame that so many years and so much of my energy went into someone so undeserving of my love while my time with Lucy hasn’t even come close to being enough.
Down in the ballroom, Lucy and I find two empty seats on the bride’s side of the aisle. Unlike our wedding, this one looks elegant an
d expensive, decorated with tons of light pink and white roses and so many candles the whole place is a fire hazard. To some, it may look beautiful, but to me it just looks like they’re trying too hard to fake the love and romance.
“How are you feeling?” Lucy leans over and whispers.
“Sort of nauseous, but that’s probably just from not eating anything today and expending thousands of calories last night,” I respond truthfully with a smirk.
“Probably,” she agrees with her own shy grin.
“What about you?” I ask.
She tilts her head this way and that, considering her answer. “Surprisingly, I’m not feeling too bad myself.” I follow her gaze to the groom, who is rocking back and forth in front of the decorated gazebo, anxiously awaiting his bride.
“Glad he’s not waiting for you?”
“Yes, I am,” she replies, and I can hear the truth in her words which is good. Barry’s such a dick, and she deserves better. Lucy deserves better than me too, but I want to spend every second I can with her before I lose her.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Lucy
* * *
Last night with Nash was exactly the distraction I needed to take my mind off of everything and give me some perspective. Sex was never that hot and amazing with Barry. Although, at times, being with Nash and getting to touch him and kiss him like I’ve wanted for weeks, was also bittersweet because I know that in just a few days I may lose him for good. At the moment, that’s upsetting me more than anything, causing a gnawing ache in the pit of my stomach.
