Only Me (A Second Chance Romance): Standalone Dark Romance (The Only Series Book 2)

by Vivian Ward

  “Oh yeah? I don’t know. My husband kind of has a thing for me fucking strangers, and I don’t even know your name Mr. Film Director,” I tease, pretending not to know him.

  “Then you’d fit right in, Mrs. Crescent,” he kisses the back of my hand like a true gentleman would. “And you can call me Mr. Right.”

  “Mr. Right, huh?” I laugh at him. “And why are you Mr. Right?”

  “Because I’m the perfect man for you and I want you right now.”

  He hoists me up over his shoulder and dashes for the tent with me squealing into the night air. With my legs flailing and my arms gripping him tightly, he never struggles even while he’s running all the way back to our tent.

  Bouncing on his shoulder, I laugh and laugh until we’re back inside the tent where he lies me on top of our sleeping bags and pillows, adoring my silhouette in the moonlight peeking inside the small opening of our tent.

  It’s in this very instant when I realize that he really did enjoy everything tonight and he doesn’t regret a thing. Nothing has changed between us, and I’m all his.

  This makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world.

  And I am, at least for him. I need to feel him inside of me. I want to feel his hands on my body. I need his lips on mine, and I can’t wait another second.

  Leaning up, I hurriedly pull his shirt over his head and begin stripping him as my mouth crashes on top of his. Normally, he’s the aggressor when we have sex, but I literally have to have him right this second.

  I need him to feel me. I want him to make me his again, and I want him to own me.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Tom

  I don’t know what has gotten into Beth, but I can sense a desperate, frantic need in her that’s never been there before.

  With the way she’s tearing my clothes off, I can’t help but reciprocate when a primal urge to take her and make her mine again kicks in. In one swift motion, I have her panties and shorts off while she removes her top, exposing her soft, curvy breasts.

  Cupping them with my hands, I rub them and lick each of her nipples, causing her to stir beneath my fingertips. Straddling her, I use my weight to my advantage and pin her hips down with my thighs, rendering her unable to move.

  This is exactly how I want her.

  I want her helpless. I want to control her pleasure, and I’m going to take her like I’ve never taken her before.

  Tonight has done something to me. Seeing her with other men and watching them enjoy her body makes me all that more aware how lucky I really am. All I know is that I need to be inside of my wife and I want her to know that I love her. She’ll always be mine.

  Forever and ever.

  Thrashing about beneath me, I can tell she’s eager for sex, but I’m not ready to give it to her yet. I’m going to enjoy her body just as the guys did earlier tonight.

  I want to suck on and kiss every part of her that they sucked on and kissed. I will lick every inch of her that they licked. I’m going to fuck every part of her that they fucked.

  “Uh-uh,” I say, shaking my head no. “Shhhh,” I lean over her, putting my mouth next to her ear as I pin her wrists above her head on the pillow. “Tonight, you’re all mine. I’m going to lick, kiss, suck and fuck every inch of your body until I wipe every trace of them off of you. I’ve got you, and you’re not going anywhere.”

  A soft whimper escapes her lips as her hips grind against my pelvis.

  I’ve always been a sucker for her, and I want to give in this instant and just fuck her silly until her sandy brown curls are bouncing as hard as her tits, but I won’t do it.

  Not tonight.

  I’m going to take my time and own her. I want her to feel wanted, loved, and cherished. If it takes me until dawn, that’s what I’ll do because I want to imprint myself on her so that she never forgets who she belongs to.

  In my eyes, this is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She’s the only woman in the world that means a thing to me. Sometimes when I look at her, I still see the rain-soaked beauty that I met in the coffee shop when I finally started becoming a permanent fixture in her world.

  She will always be special to me, and I want to remind her of that. The best way to do it is by showing her.

  Keeping her wrists pinned above her head, I push her legs apart with my knees and allow our sexes to grind against each other without penetrating her.

  Biting her plump bottom lip, I slide my tongue in her mouth and kiss her as though our lives depend on it. Because right in this instant, I feel like our love does. I want her to feel how much I love her.

  Our hips still grinding against each other, we continue our teasing and tantalizing each other. The tip of my cock grazes her pussy, and I can feel how wet she is which makes me want her even more. I love knowing the effect I have on this woman with barely touching her, but I’m not giving in to her that easily.

  My nose gently pushes her face to the side, exposing the length of her neck, granting me full access to lick, kiss, suck and tease her. She loves her neck and thighs to be kissed on, but I haven’t made my way that far south yet.

  “Please,” she whimpers. “Stop teasing me.”

  Reaching down with my free hand, I position the head of my cock and rest it at her entrance with just enough pressure to drive her crazy.

  “Oh,” she gasps. “Tom, please.”

  I love hearing her beg. There’s no way I’m going to stop. Giggling, I tell her, “Shhhh, it’s not time yet.”

  Reaching back down between us, I grab my cock and move the tip of it and begin lightly tracing her hood, flicking her clit with it. The hitch in her breathing tells me that she’s enjoying this, maybe enjoying it a little too much.

  Making my way down to her breasts, I take her nipple into my mouth and begin sucking on it until it’s perfectly pointed before I move onto the other one. As I take the second one into my mouth, I notice the goosebumps that are lightly prickling around her nipple, and it makes my cock jump.

  It’s killing me almost as much as it’s killing her, but I want to relish in the foreplay and take my time with her body, giving every curve all of the attention it deserves. Her full-figured body is too beautiful not to appreciate.

  The way her curves flair out in comparison to her waist is equally as sexy as how her rounded breasts sway and bounce when I’m inside of her. What’s even sexier is the way she carries herself.

  She knows that she’s not a size two, and she’s proud of it. The way Beth flaunts her beauty is the most provocative thing I’ve ever seen. She’s like a drug that I can’t get enough of, and I’m always looking forward to more.

  “Fuck, Beth,” I moan, as I begin trailing kisses down her stomach.

  The closer I get to her pussy, the more I can smell her scent. Her sex fills the empty air of the tent, and I can taste it even though my mouth hasn’t had the opportunity just yet.

  I’m already drooling just thinking about it.

  “Thomas,” she whispers my full name.

  I love it when she does that because that means she’s desperate.

  “Yes?” I answer between kisses.

  “No more teasing, please. I need you.”

  Licking her thighs, I refuse to answer her until I plant a firm kiss on her clitoris before flicking it with my tongue.

  “You’ve got me,” I reply.

  “No, I want you inside of me,” she begs.

  I continue to ignore her pleas and focus on teasing her even more. She’s not nearly worked up enough, and I’m not giving in until she comes at least once.

  Slowly, I glide my tongue up the length of her sex, lapping up all of her juices. Her sweet cream coats my tongue, reminding me of how good she tastes. For a second, I’m jealous all over again that another man licked her, but the excitement of it still fuels me.

  Pushing my two of my fingers inside of her, I can tell there’s enough wetness to last quite a while. She’s so fucking turned on that I just want to bury my cock
deep inside her, but I won’t do it just yet.

  Fingering her, my tongue swirls her clit and hood, teasing her into oblivion but this isn’t enough to get her there; not even by a mile. But I know what will.

  Curling my fingers inside of her, I begin to make that ‘come here’ motion, pushing against her G-spot. Her sweet nectar starts leaking out of her as her excitement continues to grow.

  I don’t let off of her the hook until I have her right where I want her.

  Getting my pinky finger nice and wet, I slowly insert it through her back door while I continue eating her and fingering her.

  It’s only a matter of seconds later when she’s squeezing her breasts, cumming all over my face as her hips rise up and down.

  Satisfied with her orgasm, my cock is rock hard and aching for her. All I’ve wanted to do all night was be buried deep inside of her but re-branding her was far more important.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Beth

  Whatever has gotten into my husband has turned him into a complete sex machine. Ever since we went on our walk, he hasn’t been able to keep his hands off of me.

  Him teasing me the way he did wasn’t fair. He refused to penetrate me until after he teased the hell out of me and made me come, but two can play that game.

  He better hope that I show him a little mercy because I’m much better at this game than he is, and I can take him there and back.

  I love edging him. Getting him right there and then stopping is the best feeling in the world. I could do it to him for hours, but I’m not that cruel. The truth is I take great pride in pushing him to the edge and making him come.

  Climbing on top of him, I slide down his cock, taking him all the way to the base. Sometimes it’s hard to take all of him because of his length, but not tonight.

  He’s got me so damn turned on that I can’t get enough of him. Tonight, there is no pain. It’s only pleasure.

  Pure pleasure.

  Begging him was useless, but now that he’s finally let me up, it’s my turn to tease him, and I’ll remember every single plea that went unanswered when he’s the one pleading for mercy.

  Raking my nails across his chest, I spread my legs open wide and take him as deep as I can. Grinding against him, I rock back and forth before slowly sliding back up into a squatting position.

  Once he has the perfect view of himself still half-way inside of me, I slide back down until he’s completely buried inside of me again.

  “Ahhh,” he lets out a sigh.

  “You like that, baby?” I ask him with one hand still resting on his chest.

  Placing my other hand by his head, I lean down and whisper in his ear.

  “Do you like being buried inside of me?”

  “Mhmm,” he moans.

  I know my husband, and I can tell he’s so close to coming inside of me. He’s about to blow any minute, and I love tormenting him. Sliding back up, I let the tip of him remain in me—but just the tip and nothing more.

  His entire dick is throbbing, pulsing with need and want.

  I know what he’s doing right now—since I know him so well—he’s trying to think of anything he can except sex or how good it feels. His mind is racing in a million different directions, and I can see it in his eyes.

  When he’s focused on sex, his eyes are locked on me and nothing else. If he’s trying to deflect his attention elsewhere, he closes his eyelids, but I can see his eyes scanning back and forth as he tries to think about other things.

  But tonight, I feel like playing dirty.

  “Babe?” I ask breathlessly next to his ear, letting my hot breath tickle his skin. “Did you like watching Hunter and Shawn fuck me?”

  As I say the last bit, I slide back down his cock, taking him deep and letting him feel my warmth. Shivers that race down his spine become evident when his body shakes just a bit.

  “What’s the matter, baby? Does it turn you on to think about it?”

  I slide back up, leaving only the head of his cock inside of me once more.

  “Do you like me blowing you while he fucked me?”

  His fingers dig into me, his strong hands pulling me down onto him and I know his cock is aching for me to ride the hell out of him.

  “Fuck,” he growls.

  I can feel every vein in his cock throbbing. Smacking my ass as hard as he can, the loud pop echoes inside of our tent before he grabs big handfuls of my ass and forces me to fuck him.

  I love how strong he is and how powerful his hands are. It takes him minimal effort to fuck me, even when I’m on top.

  Leaning back, I ride him fast and hard, letting his cock piston in and out of me as I reach for his balls and begin rubbing and gently pulling on them.

  He never lasts long when I play with his balls, and I know it’s not fair, but I want to make him come as hard as he made me.

  Forced orgasms are the best.

  And the quickest way to make him come is by doing exactly what I’m doing. Unable to take it anymore, he grabs my breasts, holding onto them for leverage, as he pounds me from the bottom.

  He grunts and I can feel his cock swelling inside of me as his balls contract before I drain him of his seed. For what seems like an eternity, I feel his warm cum pooling inside of me as his dick twitches and throbs inside of me.

  Feeling his thick cum inside of me turns me on, and he knows it. The feeling of him coming in me pushes me closer to coming, and I need that release. I need to come on his cock. I want to come on him.

  “That’s it, babe,” he grabs my hips, thrusting into me. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”

  His powerful hands and deep voice send my body into overdrive. There’s no holding back as I lose composure and come undone under his firm grip.

  Rocking back and forth on his cock, I can feel his cum being pushed deeper inside me which makes me come that much harder.

  “Oh, Tom,” I cry out as I interlace our fingers together.

  Smiling, he leans up and kisses me.

  “God, you look so beautiful when you come,” he whispers.

  It’s almost dawn before the two of us finally go to sleep, but it makes me remember just how much I love snuggling up to this man and going to sleep in his arms.

  “Are you almost ready?” Tom calls out to me as he packs up the SUV with most of our things.

  “Almost,” I holler back to him.

  “Anyway,” I say to Shawn. “So you’d be interested?”

  “For sure! Here, let me give you my number so you can text or call anytime you’d like.”

  He scribbles his number down on the back of my cigarette pack since I forgot to charge my phone and the battery’s dead.

  “Yeah, I’ll do that,” I say. “Bye Hunter. Bye Shawn. It was nice meeting you guys and, um, getting to know you,” I laugh.

  “You, too,” Hunter says. “Let me give you my number, too.”

  “Oh, okay!” He writes his number below Shawn’s and gives me a peck on the cheek. “You take care and don’t be a stranger.”

  “I won’t be,” I promise them. “I’ll give you guys a text as soon as I get my phone charged so you have my number.”

  After we get the rest of the coolers and the fishing poles loaded into the backseat, we buckle up and start heading for the highway so we can get home and get everything unloaded and put away before our new week begins.

  With the way Tom’s schedule sounds, it might be a while before he gets any off time unless there’s a break in the weather with lots of rain, but even then they can usually find indoor work to do.

  Sometimes I’m glad he’s a roofer because he gets to rest a lot in the winter, but I hate that he has to work like a dog in that hot summer heat on top of roofs. He likes it though.

  I’ve tried to talk him out of it, but he likes physically active jobs, and he’s an expert at his job. He gets paid well and is very competitive. Most homeowners in the area call my husband’s company for any repairs or replacements that they need.

 
; It’s a blessing and a curse at the same time.

  “You ready to rock and roll?” Tom asks before we get on the highway.

  He reaches for his iPod to crank up the music like he normally does before we get on the road but I grab his hand, stopping him.

  “Yeah, I’m ready to get back home, but let’s talk instead of listening to the music. Okay?”

  He looks at me suspiciously.

  “Why? Is something wrong?”

  I shake my head and laugh at him.

  “No, nothing’s wrong. I just want to talk.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Beth

  “What do you want to talk about?” Tom asks.

  “Our weekend. Last night, to be more specific,” I smile at him.

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah. You said that you were glad we did it and that it had always kind of been your fantasy. I didn’t push too much last night, or this morning, when we talked about it but how come you never told me before?” I ask.

  “How come I never told you? I don’t know. It’s just not something that a guy says to his wife. Most guys are afraid of getting the shit slapped out of them for something like, ‘Honey, I think I want to have a threesome or foursome with you and a guy or two,’ you know?” he laughs.

  When he puts it that way, it does sound kind of funny, but it’s also a little strange because it’s not like our sex life is vanilla, or at least I don’t think it is.

  “Do you think our sex life is vanilla? I know that sometimes we like to do things in public, but aside from that….do you think anything is missing or that it’s boring?”

  “No, I don’t think so. I love our sex life. We have lots of sex, and I’m never bored,” he hesitates for a second. “Are you?”

  “Me? No, no, no. I’m not bored.”

  I stare straight ahead through the windshield, focusing on the blurred white lines of the highway as the wind whips through my hair.

  “I mean, I like our sex life, but sometimes I think it could be more exciting,” I admit.