The Need Within Her

by Jason Lenov

  Jack picked up his coffee cup and flashed Carter a slight smile. “You have a good day,” he said, then turned to walk out of the kitchen.

  He was almost at the stairs when Carter spoke. “Hey!”

  Jack turned to see Carter staring at him.

  “You want…you want me to…”

  Fuck your wife.

  It twisted inside him a little, what Carter had implied. But not nearly as much as it had before all of this had happened. “You do what she wants.”

  “Whatever she wants?” Carter asked.

  Jack sighed. What would she want? Did it matter? Could it be any worse than what she’d already done? They were still there. Still standing. Still together. “Whatever she wants,” Jack said. He turned and walked up the stairs.

  Emily was sitting on the bed when he walked in. She had the sheets pulled up, covering her bare breasts. As Jack walked toward her she let them fall away, exposing herself.

  Jack’s cock hardened as he sat down next to her. He gazed into her eyes. Touched her cheek. Then he leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.

  Emily put her hand over his and lifted it. She pressed his palm against her warm tit, the hard nipple digging into Jack’s skin. The smell of her wet sex drifted up between them. She put her other hand around his neck and tried to pull him down on top of her.

  Jack resisted. He pulled away from the kiss, smiled and kissed her cheek. “I love you,” he whispered.

  “I love you, too,” she replied.

  “I’m going to go to work.”

  Emily’s eyes shot wide open. “You’re not going to stay?”

  “I thought I would. But Em,” he said, then hesitated. “I think I need to go. I need to…let go. I need to know what it’s like to let you be yourself.”

  “But you said…you said we had to do this together.”

  Jack nodded. “I did. I think I changed my mind. I think we had to start this together. I had to know that…” He caught himself about to tell a lie. “I wanted to control this, Emily. That’s why I said that. I wanted to control you. To prove that I could. But here’s the thing. I think what I really need to do is let you face this on your own. Let you be you for once. Not my wife, but Emily.” He wondered if he saw fear in her eyes when he said it.

  She shook her head. Her gaze fell to the bed.

  “What is it?” Jack asked.

  “I’m scared,” Emily replied.

  “Of what?”

  “Of this. What if…what if…”

  Jack winced at the unspoken question.

  What if I can’t stop? What if I can’t get enough? What if this comes between us?

  He couldn’t be sure which one she’d meant but he was sure of the sentiment. “I trust you,” he whispered.

  Emily’s lip began to tremble. She looked up at him again with wide, glassy eyes.

  “Tell me what you’re scared of?” Jack asked again.

  Emily shook her head. “I’m not sure,” she said, her voice tight. “Not of him. Not even of fucking him. He’s…broken, I think. I saw it in his eyes the other day. It makes me want to help him.”

  Jack nodded, knowing there was truth in what she said. “So help him.”

  “How?”

  “However you think is best.”

  She bit her lip. “You’re not going to…what if I do and it makes you jealous?”

  “We’ll deal with that if it happens. I know we can.” He leaned forward and kissed her cheek again, then got up off the bed. “Surprise me when I get home?”

  “With what?”

  Jack smiled. “Wouldn’t be a surprise if I knew what it was, would it?”

  Emily returned the smile and shook her head. “No. It wouldn’t,” she said.

  Fear and angst worked through him at what he was about to do. Leaving Emily with Carter for the day. Who knew what would come of it? But he needed to know he could. He had to know that no matter what she did, that wouldn’t break them either. “I better get a shower before I go,” he said quietly.

  Emily nodded.

  Jack walked to the bathroom, turned the tap, took off his clothes and stepped under the scalding water hoping it would wash away his final apprehensions.

  It did.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Emily knew what she had to do even before she saw Jack disappear into the bathroom. She also knew she couldn’t see him again before he left. She couldn’t trust herself to go through with it if she had to see him again. Throwing on a shirt, she made her way downstairs to where Carter was standing in the kitchen finishing the last of his coffee.

  He glanced at her over his shoulder. “You want a cup?” he asked.

  It was an oddly touching gesture. Not one she’d expected him to make. It made her see he wasn’t all hard and serious. “No,” she said. “I want you to come upstairs.”

  Carter glanced out the window. “I should get out there. Have two more guys coming out today to help finish up. They’re going to need to know what to do.”

  Emily glanced out the window. Diego was already laying sod up against the retaining wall they’d built. She bit her lip as she saw two other guys working alongside him. A shiver raced down her spine as a very dirty idea formed in her mind. The excitement it brought made her pussy clench. “So go,” she whispered. “Tell them what to do then come upstairs,” she asked again.

  Carter eyed her with an even stare. He set his cup down on the table, then nodded. He walked across the kitchen, slid open the glass door, then walked through before sliding it shut behind him.

  Emily wandered down to the basement. She ambled over to the drier and pretended to fold clothes until she heard Jack leave for work. As soon as he did, she climbed the stairs all the way to the second floor and walked into the bathroom.

  It was still humid from his shower and smelled like his cologne.

  Reaching up she wiped the moisture off the mirror. She stared at her reflection losing focus as the damp air fogged the mirror again. She lifted her hands and cupped her breast, then let one fall between her legs. Her pussy was soaked.

  The craving, the need, was roaming somewhere in between her legs. It made her weak in the best way. She closed her eyes and dreamed of submitting to yet another of Carter’s rough fucks. She quelled it. That would have to wait until later. This time was going to be different.

  When she emerged from the en-suite Carter was already there. Standing in the center of the room with his shirt off, waiting for her.

  Emily thought of Jack, wondered what he was thinking. Was he imagining this? Had he known what she would do when he told her to give Carter what she thought he needed? He was so strong, letting her go like this. She could never give that up. Not for anything. Not even for Carter’s thick cock.

  That warmed her and gave her the courage she needed. She crossed the floor and picked up Carter’s hand.

  He reached up with the other and grabbed her hair.

  Emily winced and put a hand over his on the back of her head. “Not this time,” she whispered. “Not like that.”

  His expression changed. His eyes widened. He let her pull his hand out of her hair. Didn’t object when she undid his belt and let his pants fall to the ground. Stood there staring at her as she removed her shirt, then tugged his boxers down.

  His cock sprang out.

  She tucked her hand under his heavy sack and cupped it in her palm. Stroking up the thick girth, she squeezed. A bead of precum oozed out the tip.

  Emily shuddered at the thought that soon he’d be inside her. Her body tensed at the way she’d make him fuck her. Slow and gentle. She thought of what it would feel like to feel his cock spurting inside her again. Heat blossomed in her core as she flirted with the dirtiest idea, risking everything to feel his seed coat her insides.

  It was the most irresponsible thing she’d ever done for a thrill. Emily didn’t indulge in thrills. Not ever. Not like this. The danger only heightened its impact. She pushed past all her inhibitions, past the finger
-wagging voice inside her head that was screaming about consequences, and found that place. The one where she was really Emily.

  Stepping toward the bed she held Carter’s hand. She led him to the edge, then sat on it.

  Carter reacted the way she thought Carter would. He tried to grab her by the hips and roll her onto her stomach but she resisted.

  Instead, she spread her legs open slowly. Splaying them to reveal the glistening, bare pussy that she’d shaved the night before as Jack slept.

  Carter’s eyes roamed down to it and widened. His cock flexed.

  “Not like that,” Emily said softly. She pulled him lower, guiding him between her legs, wrapping a hand around his neck until their faces were just inches away. Like lovers. “Like this,” she said.

  One corner of Carter’s mouth twisted as he pressed the head of his cock against her damp sex.

  Emily’s hands fell to his hips, pushing back against the intrusion she craned her neck and kissed Carter’s lips. “Slow,” she whispered when she pulled away. “Easy. Make love to me.”

  Carter’s cock twitched, the tip flicking up her slit.

  Emily wrapped a hand around the shaft and pointed it at her entrance. For a moment she thought Carter would slip back, into the rough stud that only ever fucked women. A smile played at the corners of her mouth as he eased himself inside her. The smile faded, her mouth falling open as she felt him stretch her.

  Each inch of his cock that slid into her took more of the hungry ache away. Her pussy slurped softly as she suckled him inside herself. Her toes curled, eyes closing, a groan rolling out of her at how good he felt.

  She indulged the feeling. Letting it consume her, she felt herself drifting away from the shore of who Emily was day to day. Out into the open waters, a dangerous place with no certainty that she could navigate her way back to herself.

  There she was just Emily. Not “sweetie,” or “mom,” or chair of the PTA. There she was a woman. A woman with needs and wants. And power. A power that sprang from the space between her legs.

  Carter’s cock began gliding in and out of her tight sheath. Each gentle push brought an electric pleasure tingling from her sex, up her spine and all the way out to the tips of her fingers.

  Her eyes fluttered open to find Carter staring down at her. His expression had softened. He was…feeling this. Letting himself feel it.

  Emily could see the way their intimacy was shifting something inside him. She reached up and caressed his cheek.

  Carter turned his head slightly and kissed her fingers.

  A terrifying pang of guilt shot through her. Suddenly the danger of letting him finish inside her paled in comparison to what she was doing. Working her way into his mind and down even lower, toward his heart. She thought of Jack. He seemed so distant.

  A terror gripped her at the position she’d put herself in. It waned as a realization dawned on her. He had let her do this. He’d trusted her. He was going to guide her back. Back to herself and back to them.

  She arched her back. It caused her pussy to tighten around Carter’s cock. His gasp sent another tremble of hot energy skittering through her. She put her hands on his ass. “Carter,” she whispered.

  His eyes opened wider at hearing her say his name.

  She lifted her head and kissed him again. “Come inside me, Carter,” she said, holding her cheek pressed against his. “Come into me. I want to feel it. I want to feel you finish in me.”

  She exhaled and smiled as she felt him harden inside her. Heat was churning between her legs, her pussy contracting around his organ, milking it for seed. “Oh fuck,” she sighed.

  Carter’s thrusts accelerated, threatening to turn into pounding.

  Emily grabbed his waist. “No. Slow. Go slow. I want it slow this time,” she whispered.

  Groaning with the effort, he slowed nonetheless. His cock slid in and out of her tight slit.

  She felt her own juices dripping out of her, coating her ass hole. Glancing at Carter she saw his jaw was tight, muscles rippling as he strained against his own instincts. She raised her legs, thighs grazing against his.

  It made him shudder. He slipped his cock out of her and held just the tip inside. “I…I’m…I’m gonna…”

  A smile blossomed on her lips. Putting her hands on her ass, she guided him into herself one final time. “Do it. Fill me.”

  As his thick shafted slipped into her it started twitching.

  Emily closed her eyes and focused on the feeling. She imagined his load pumping in thick spurts out of the head of his cock. Saw it frothing inside her, churning, swimming, searching for a place to take root. It tipped her over the edge.

  She sucked in a sharp breath as she came. Relinquished control of herself to nature. Her body throbbed in time with the contractions of her pussy, tightening as she squeezed him, then releasing to let more of him into her.

  He groaned and stabbed his prick deep into her, his balls slapping against her ass.

  Though she wanted to scream, Emily stayed silent. Through the thick fog of her arousal she came to understand what true submission meant. To receive not just a man inside herself but to accept his offering, his essence. To give a restless, wandering mind safe harbour if only for an instant with the possibility that he might plant his ultimate legacy inside her.

  It was dark. It was thrilling. It stretched her climax out so long it nearly broke her.

  The silence in the room was deafening broken only by the soft, wet sounds of Carter’s cock lurching as he came.

  It ebbed slowly. Together, they drifted back toward shore, the weight of Carter’s panting body getting heavier as Emily came to her senses. When breathing became difficult, she rolled him gently off herself and beside her onto the bed. It surprised her when he looked into her eyes, as if searching for something there.

  “What was that?” he said.

  “A gift,” Emily replied. She tilted her head and touched his cheek. “Are you okay?” Remembering his last reaction to that question made her tense. She relaxed as his eyes fell and he shook his head.

  “No,” he answered.

  “Want to tell me about it?”

  A long time passed before he spoke again. “No,” he said.

  Emily nodded. She’d done what she could. The rest was up to him. You can’t help those that can’t help themselves. “Well,” she whispered, “I’m here if you need me. If you want to talk.” Her eyes wandered over his glum expression. A spark of hope flickered in her when he looked at her again.

  “Okay,” he said, nodding. “Thanks.”

  She let another silence linger between them, giving him time to collect himself. When his face hardened again, when he seemed to go back to that lonely but safe tower he’d built for himself, Emily felt she could ask the question. “Carter?”

  “I should get back to…”

  “I know,” Emily said. “I know. But I need you to do something for me. Can you? It’s for Jack.”

  A certain kindness formed in his eyes. He nodded again. “Sure thing,” he said. “Shoot.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Jack’s day had felt like a dream. Each time thoughts of Emily at home alone with Carter filled him with tension he would breathe, remembering that what was being done needed to be done. Remembering that it was up to him to trust her to come back to him. That was the only way that this would make them stronger.

  The serenity that brought was surprising.

  Pulling into his driveway he was slightly puzzled to find not just Carter’s truck in front of the house but another one, too, in far rougher shape. Not hearing any sounds of tools or men working, he walked around the house.

  The backyard was finished. A new retaining wall in place of where the yard sloped toward the house before. A line of freshly planted cedars and a sitting area made of paving stones behind them. It looked wonderful.

  He wondered where everyone was if they weren’t out here? A panic gripped him as he remembered what he’d asked Emily that morni
ng. It twisted into excitement as Jack walked back around the house and up the steps.

  It wasn’t the surprise he had in mind, if it was what he was thinking. He tried not to get too worked up. They might just be in there settling up, Emily writing a cheque for the remainder of the job.

  As he stepped into the cool darkness inside the house he knew that wasn’t it. A soft, wet rhythmic sound drifted in from the living room. Jack’s heart skipped a beat and his guts squeezed. He stepped softly through the hall, rounding the corner to see Diego and two other men sitting on the couches with their cocks out. All stiff.

  Emily was naked on her knees, her lips wrapped around Carter’s member as he sat in the reading chair in the corner.

  A jolt of arousal rushed down Jack’s spine and hardened his own muscle.

  It should have been a disgusting sight. One any man should have been shocked and outraged to discover.

  Jack was thrilled.

  Emily looked at him out of the corner of her eye. Her head kept bobbing up and down, milking Carter’s muscle with her wet lips, one hand cupping his balls, rolling them around in her palm like a pair of baoding balls.

  The corner of Carter’s mouth curled in a small snarl. He grunted. His hips twitched, ass rising off the seat as he began to ejaculate into Emily’s mouth.

  Jack gasped, his computer bag falling off his shoulder as he stared at the lewd sight.

  Emily lowered her head, swallowing Carter’s organ, taking him so deep her nose pressed against his pelvis. The muscles in her neck tightened and relaxed as she drank his load.

  Carter’s orgasm left him with a sigh. His hips fell slowly as he sat back down and closed his eyes, savouring his release.

  Emily pulled her mouth off Carter’s organ slowly, her tongue flicking at the tip of it as it brushed her lips. She sat back on her haunches with her back straight and turned to look at Jack again, a wicked smile lifting one corner of her mouth. Tilting her head back she let her mouth fall open to reveal the last races of Carter’s deposit still on her tongue.

  The exaggerated way she swallowed it, licking her lips when she was done, all done staring at jack so he could stare at the dirty burlesque performed by her mouth. “Surprise,” she whispered.