by Kylie Parker
“Why’d you get up? Don’t you like it?” He kept his voice down. In fact, he sounded confident, but it seemed that Dean just wanted to make her beg.
“I love it, but you need to stop torturing me…” She maintained eye contact and straddled him, facing him this time. A lazy smile formed on his face. At that moment, he extended his arms and grabbed her by the shoulders. Her large, heavy breasts landed on his broad chest and soon enough, their faces were again less than an inch from each other.
“Fuck me. Fuck me hard…” she urged him. Their lips locked once more again that night. Dean took his right hand off her and grabbed his big, throbbing cock and led it to her entrance. First, he rubbed it on her labia for a few seconds and then, Kate felt it slowly penetrating her until her soaking wet pussy engulfed his entire manhood.
“Oh my God, it’s so big…” she sighed, ending their kiss. With his cock all the way inside her, Dean went on to put his heavy hands on her ass. Lost in their sloppy kiss, Kate realized that he was being honest about everything he had told her earlier. His actions proved it. After a worship like that, it appeared that Dean loved each and every part of her body. His pace was not even slow. Instead, her mysterious lover dug her nails into her flesh and began to pound her hard, straight away.
“Right there, grab my ass…” Kate murmured, breathing hard down his neck. Dean stopped for a moment and gazed at her. She saw his blue eyes, glowing in the pale moonlight. Before long, though, Kate sensed a deeper penetration. His strokes were now long and slow. He was filling her up. Too aroused, she knew she was about to climax again.
“I’m cumming...” she moaned and kissed him again. Their kiss was tender this time. Feeling his hands squeezing her ass and his cock reaching her outer rim, Kate’s body shook. She flooded his cock with pussy juices. But, the night was still young, and she was in for one last surprise.
Dean took her hands off her ass and put them on her face. It was burning hot. He pulled her closer to him. It was as if their bodies had merged. He kissed her again. During their kiss, his pace was slow, much slower than she expected. Ending their kiss, though, he got busy with her big tits again. It was time for some more worship, and the voluptuous woman enjoyed every second of it.
The big man took her right nipple into his mouth while his hands glided on Kate’s back. They stopped on her ass. At that moment, he licked her nipple in a circular motion and bit it, gently. Then, Dean tightened his grip and quickened his pace. Flicking his tongue on her nipples one at a time, he started pounding her harder than ever before. She could hear his heavy balls slapping against her ass.
“Oh, God…I’m cumming again…Don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop!” Her scream was so loud that it echoed in the corridor next to her room. She felt the pulsating of his cock. Dean gave one more slap to her right butt cheek and ended his tit worship. He sought her mouth. When their lips locked again, he squeezed her ass some more, before Kate’s body quaked violently in his arms, reaching a screaming climax. Dean’s orgasm was equally loud and aggressive. He would not pull out and filled her pussy with a massive shot of hot semen…
Chapter Seventeen
The two friends had already drunk more than a bottle of tequila when Kate finished narrating. Kate’s story had turned Monica on.
“I think I need a cold shower, Kate. Wow…” She put her glass back on the table.
“It’s not over yet, Mon. We had sex five times that night. And each time got better than the last one. I’d never experienced multiple orgasms. Sometimes, he was rough. Some other times, he was romantic. Can you believe I actually asked him his name in the morning?” Kate found it easier to speak; the tequila had done its job. Monica could not help but chuckle.
“I swear, Kate. If I hadn’t known you so well, I’d probably think you were some sex addict.” She downed one more glass of tequila, trying hopelessly to stop laughing.
“Sometimes I masturbate over that night, Monica. It’s been more than eight months, sure, but… Hell, Dean Marshall is just…unbelievable. Remember what I said the other day about the best sex I’ve ever had?”
“Yeah…” Monica nodded.
“Well… Now you know why I never said anything to you or Kate the other day. And that’s exactly the reason why I want Isabelle to stay away from him. He’s way too macho to be in a relationship. I mean, who’s to say that he won’t do the exact same thing with some girl he likes while he’s dating Izzy?” Kate could not hide her fear.
“I get your point. Did he ever tell you why he showed up at your party that night?” Monica had two more questions. This one was the first.
“Yeah. He saw my wedding announcement in the paper. Then, he contacted the actual stripper, paid him and showed up in his place. Don’t ask me how he found him. I asked him twice, but he wouldn’t say. I’m worried about Isabelle, Mon. Have you ever seen her so completely smitten by anyone? Because I sure as hell haven’t…” Kate sighed. She would not refill her empty glass; she had had enough to drink.
“Ok, Kate. It’s time for the million-dollar question. Just why in the hell did he move next to you? Did he want more from you?” Monica could not help but wonder.
“Your guess is as good as mine…” Kate shrugged her shoulders.
“About what you said earlier… I think she’s beyond smitten, Kate. She’s always been attracted to ‘the hero’ type. Like, a guy who would enter a burning building with no regard for his own life, just to save the people trapped in there. She’s been rambling on about that for years. And, since our little friend had never really met anyone who fit that profile, she’s not gonna give up on him so easily. I’m telling ya: Izzy’s falling in love with him.” Monica had reached a conclusion that made perfect sense. Still, Kate was in a state of confusion.
“Mon…Are you suggesting we shouldn’t tell her?”
“Kate, what are you talking about? Of course we should tell her. I just don’t think it’s gonna change her opinion about him. Don’t you get it? He’s her knight in shining armor. We’re her friends; we should be looking out for her. Damn…This tequila’s not working. I feel a little dizzy…But that’s about it.” Monica lay back in the couch and giggled. At that moment, the two friends heard the doorbell. Somewhat surprised, they looked at each other.
“You’re not expecting anyone, are you?” Monica squinted at Kate.
“In the middle of the night? Nah. It’s gotta be Isabelle. I hope nothing bad’s happened to her. Oh, man… Could you please get that? I think the room’s spinning…” Kate was too intoxicated to even consider getting up.
“Yeah, sure.” Monica indulged her. She rose from her seat and went over to the door. Before she could get there, though, she heard Isabelle’s voice and a loud, banging sound on the door:
“Guys, it’s me! Open up!”
Monica opened the door, only to discover that Isabelle was really upset about something. Her hair was messy, and she was breathing heavily, just like when she had first visited Dean.
“What’s wrong, Izzy? What happened?” Monica did not get an answer to her question. Isabelle just clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, as she hastily passed her by.
“I can’t believe the nerve of that son of a bitch…” she yelled, entering the house. Indeed, Isabelle was so outraged that she did not even ask anything about why Monica had vanished earlier.
Not looking behind, she went over to the unoccupied couch. With the image of Kate lying half-asleep on the couch across her, Isabelle sat down, folded her arms across her chest and tried to control her temper. She paid no attention to the empty glasses or the empty bottle of tequila in front of her. Waiting for Monica to arrive, Isabelle was not going to keep it all inside.
“There we were, dancing with all those rich pricks. He was romantic, holding my hand in public and all of a sudden, he gets a phone call, and we have to come back here! Boy, I must have been dreaming…” By now, Isabelle was fuming.
“To top it all off, he pushed me out of the car and sped d
own the road. He mumbled something about a ‘family emergency’ and just…took off.” Monica soon asked herself whether she should tell her friend about the night Dean had spent with Kate at that moment. It was quite obvious to her that such news could probably upset her even more.
“I’m sorry about your date, Izzy. But, your night’s gonna get a lot worse once you hear what I’m about to say about your…mysterious boyfriend.” Kate’s voice was shaking, as she addressed Isabelle. She opened her blurry eyes and looked up at her, right before she put her hand on the back of the couch, in order to pull herself up.
“Actually…I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” Monica murmured and sat on Isabelle’s right.
“Phew… What are you guys talking about? Monica, Carl said that you left in a black Benz. Can somebody please explain to me just what the hell is going on?” Isabelle puffed and tilted her head back, running her fingers through her hair.
“Mon, keep outta this, will ya?” Kate was finally up, leaning towards the table in front of her with her fingers interlocked. Understanding that this was the only way to protect their friend, Monica simply nodded at Kate.
“Alright, Kate. Lay it on me.”
Chapter Eighteen
Isabelle listened intently, as Kate told her the whole story about how she had met Dean. Clearly, she could not paint such a detailed picture of their sexual encounter, like she did with Monica. Emphasizing the fact that Dean replaced a professional stripper, just to seduce her, it took Kate a full twenty minutes to narrate her story for the second time that night. Nonetheless, Isabelle’s reaction was definitely not what she or Monica expected.
“Ok. Take a minute and think about what you’ve just told me, Kate. If anything, I’d be flattered that a man like him would go to so much trouble, just to get me into bed.” Isabelle merely embraced his nature; she did not want to believe anything bad about him.
“Sweetheart…” Monica leaned towards her and stroked her shoulder, gently.
“Aren’t you afraid that he might do that to someone else?” Her voice was so low that Isabelle could barely make out what she was saying.
“No, Monica. Both of you should wake up and smell what you’re shoveling. I mean, we’re talking about a guy here, for God’s sake. How can I be mad at him for just…embracing his nature?” Isabelle could not make sense out it.
“Embracing his nature?!” Kate exclaimed.
“We’re talking about the same guy that seduced you in a sauna, Izzy!” Monica’s voice got high-pitched. She could not believe her ears.
“He did what?” Kate had no clue about it.
“Yeah, he did!” Monica looked over her right shoulder and responded.
“Now, are you telling me that Dean Marshall is just being a guy? It’s pretty obvious what he’s up to, Izzy! Think about it… You’re a flight attendant on vacation. Do you really believe that whatever you guys have right now is gonna last for more than two weeks?” Monica had opened her eyes wide; she was so tense that the thin vein on the left side of her forehead was about to explode.
“You need to relax, Monica. No…Maybe, it won’t last. But, has it occurred to either of you that I just wanna have some fun? Huh? What about you Mrs. Stinson? Neglected wife can’t resist her 20-year old gardener. And Monica, why did you go out with Carl? Yeah, for fun!” Isabelle’s short speech was finally over. Perhaps she was a little too harsh on her friends, but she was already mad at Dean for ditching her. However, she defended him. Even if it led to a major fight with Monica and Kate, Isabelle would not change her mind.
“We’re only looking out for you, Izzy. I don’t give a damn about…him.” Kate arose to her 5’6” stature and sat on the left of Isabelle. On the other hand, Monica had placed her left elbow on the back of the couch and was leaning against it, staring at Kate.
“I know…” Isabelle looked at Monica first and then looked at Kate. Her two friends were troubled and sad. Kate wrapped her right arm around Isabelle’s neck, and Monica put her head on her left shoulder.
“Be careful with him, Izzy…” Monica hummed.
“Yeah. Promise us you’re gonna be careful with him. Extra careful…” Kate agreed.
“I will. Um…Guys? You gotta promise me something, too.” Isabelle stroked Monica’s back with her right hand.
“What is it, darling?” Monica had closed her eyes, enjoying the closeness.
“Not to stink of booze the next time we argue about something…” Isabelle’s request was way too funny for them. The three friends burst into laughter. Kate collapsed onto Isabelle, and Monica banged her right hand on the couch, laughing hard.
“Kate, I don’t care if you slept with him. Just don’t do it again…” Isabelle teased Kate.
“Yeah, don’t touch him. If you do, she’s gonna cut your freaking head off,” Monica added.
“I promise, Izzy. He’s all yours… Where did you say he was again?” Kate tilted her head back, squinting at Isabelle.
“Huh, don’t remind me of that. He just went down the road--”
“You mean Actors Colony Road, right?” Kate interrupted her.
“Well, yeah. Why?” Isabelle got curious and faced her friend.
“It’s a dead-end street, Izzy. You know what’s right next to that huge estate round the corner? Peconic Bay…” Kate’s last statement baffled Isabelle.
“Does he have any more family in the neighborhood? Coz that’s what he said…” Trying to make sense out of his strange behavior, Isabelle stared at Kate, waiting for a response.
“I’m not aware of any Marshalls living here, Izzy. And I’ve been living here for more than eight months. I don’t get it.” Kate was in a state of confusion as well.
“Great. More riddles…” Monica spoke her mind, rising from her seat.
“Damn it, Dean. Don’t give me any reasons to doubt you. Wait a minute. Why did he move here?
Isabelle did not know how to handle it. At that moment, she could only speculate. She needed some answers, fast. But, she also had to be subtle. Family issues are almost always quite delicate matters, and Dean would not appreciate her prying into his. At any rate, the two of them had to talk. Not just because he had ditched her, but also about his decision to buy the estate next to Kate’s.
Her two friends muttered “goodnight” and left her alone. Isabelle checked the time on her cell phone. It was way past midnight; she realized she would have to wait until the morning in order to talk to him again. Just when she put it back on the table, though, it rang. It was Dean.
“Hey… Is everything alright?” She hesitantly asked.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. Come on over. We need to talk…”
“Are you sure? It’s kinda late and…”
“I know it’s late. I just need to see you again…”
Chapter Nineteen
Isabelle had to borrow Kate’s keys. There was no way she could predict the outcome of their conversation, and she did not want to wake up her friends in the middle of the night. Therefore, she took the keys from the kitchen table where Kate had left them and walked out of the house with adrenaline rushing through her veins. A minute later, she was knocking on Dean’s door.
“Hi. Come on in…” His voice was a little lower than usual. What’s more, he only wore a pair of black shorts. Isabelle followed him inside his large, luxurious house. In front of them was a massive staircase that led to the first floor. The wall on its right was lined with oil paintings, depicting sunsets and mountain peaks. Incredibly, the wall on the left was covered with posters of supercars and racetracks. It was over a huge, arch-shaped door which led to the kitchen and the living room.
“This place is oozing with testosterone…
Within seconds, though, it became clear to Isabelle that they were not going to spend any time on the ground floor. Dean lazily climbed the stairs without uttering a word. When they reached the landing, Isabelle saw three identical, wooden doors to the right and only one gray, aluminum door to the left, much wid
er than the others. There was an electronic panel on its left. Surprisingly enough, there was no handle on that door. All four doors were separated by a quite wide corridor. The floor was wooden, just like on the ground floor. Dean made his way to the aluminum door and entered his combination. It slid open sideways, revealing a spacious study.
For some strange reason, the walls in Dean’s study were lined with every single poster of the movie she and Monica were discussing on their way to North Haven, a few days earlier: Terminator. In the middle of the room, right below the poster of Terminator 2: Judgment day, there was a sizeable, light-brown wooden cabinet. The floor was different as well. Isabelle could no longer hear the loud sound of her heels on it, simply because that floor was not wooden. It was tiled. She looked down at her feet and saw 2x2ft, beige tiles. To the left of the power door was a big, brown, wooden desk with a laptop on its left. Dean’s executive chair was much bigger than the two chairs, one on each side of his desk. Across it was a black, leather couch and a 5x2ft, white, aluminum window, ten feet to the right of the couch.
Dean sat on the couch on the side closer to the door and Isabelle sat on his right.
“I’m sorry about what happened before. I just had to go.” He apologized politely. Despite his tone, Isabelle wanted to confront him. In her mind, it was the only way to get some answers.
“Dean… I got a few questions.”
“Shoot.”
“Look. I know you slept with Kate…” Isabelle paused at that moment, to check his reaction. Dean did not even twitch.
