Pucker Factor

by MariaLisa deMora

  “Are you tellin’ me you played me, woman?”

  She’d just informed him that her backache that day hadn’t been real but an opportunity to get his hands on her any way she could. It seemed they’d both been hiding their attraction. On his side, it was definitely more than liked, but even now he was trying to keep the brakes on and go slowly.

  “It got me what I wanted, so I’ll own that one, yeah.” She twisted and grinned up at him, all evidence of the subtle lines of tension she’d carried in recent months gone. “Are you mad?”

  “Uh, no.” Oscar chuckled, and she gave him another brilliant grin and rested her cheek against his chest. He pressed his lips to the crown of her head, taking in an easy breath filled with nothing but Lindy. “I was bein’ a dumbass, so it’s good you got my attention.”

  “I like you, Oscar.” Her soft words carried a distinct weight that hit him in the chest, a velvet blow from her that he didn’t mind taking.

  “That’s good, seein’ as I’m the same for you.” He did a quick mental calculation, evaluated the silence from the baby monitor, and asked, “Chris gonna be down for a bit?” He anticipated her nod, since she’d just nursed their boy and laid him down, but her shiver was an added bit of deliciousness. His voice dipped low as he asked, “Wanna make out?” She nodded again, and when he angled his head to look at her, she was smiling.

  He shifted and hauled her up, twisting so he settled her in the couch, and stretched out alongside her. She touched his face, fingertips trailing along the edge of his jaw, ruffling the scruff of his beard. “Since I met you, I thought this was sexy, wanted to play with it.” He lifted his chin, inviting more of the same, and she gave it, nails gently scratching at his cheeks. “I like everything about you.”

  “Lindy, baby.” He captured one of her fingertips between his teeth, pretending to growl. “Kiss me.”

  She stretched, pressed her mouth to his, and he gave her that play for a minute, letting her lead things. Then just as she was heating it up, he took over, slanting his head to take her mouth, tongue spearing inside to duel with hers. By the second renewal of the kiss, her fingers were wound up in his shirt, holding him tight, desperate whimpers escaping from her lips. At the third, her hands were seeking his skin, pushing at his shirt with little fluttering movements.

  He wrapped his arm around her, hand cupping her ass, and pulled her tight against him. His cock was hard and throbbing, and he buried his face into her neck and bit off a groaned, “Fuck,” at the exquisite feel of her body giving when he thrust against her. “Lindy, we gotta slow down.”

  “Why?” Her cry was breathy, and she curled her arms around him. “Oscar, why?”

  “Well…you. There’s Chris.” Lindy stiffened, and he felt a shove against his chest. “You’re—”

  “What?” She interrupted him with a cry that sounded less breathy and more pissed. “I’m what, Oscar? What about Chris? Huh? Or me? I’m a stupid single mother with too much baggage?”

  What the fuck?

  He angled his chin down to look at her, seeing wet welling in her eyes. They’d had the discussion about past relationships weeks ago, before what they were now building had even been a possibility. He knew all about the cheating doucheturd who had been party to creating Christopher, knew the details of what came next, leaving Lindy fired, with no references and no client list.

  For his history recitation, he’d told her about the woman he’d been falling in love with, someone he’d believed felt the same. How he’d been trying to understand why she didn’t want to move in together, headed over for a talk, and used his key to enter her apartment only to walk in and find she had a man there. Someone she saw regularly. Someone she was in love with and had been trying to make jealous by using Oscar. It’d worked, and he’d strolled into their private celebration following the man popping the question. The rock on her finger had made a mockery of anything Oscar thought they had.

  Lindy throwing out the single mother angle told Oscar she wasn’t feeling secure. He wanted to take care of her feelings, set her straight right away, no misunderstandings allowed. But talking like she did rode the edge of pissing him off. Instead of giving in to that anger, he pulled her under him, rolling so he trapped her with his body, pushed up on an arm, and stared down at her.

  “Shut it.” That threatening wet left her eyes instantly, and he saw the way she bowed up at his words. That was good, meant she had hold of the backbone he’d seen in her. He needed a woman not afraid to buck up against him. “It’s nothing to do with the state of your ring finger, Lindy. And I’m looking past it, but you callin’ Chris baggage like he’s an afterthought, even if I know that ain’t what you meant. That’s gonna burn you later, so latch onto it now and deal, then put it aside.” The wounded expression on her face told him she hadn’t thought about those words, and that soothed something inside him. Chris was as important a piece of this whole thing as Lindy, and he loved them both. He just had to find a way to make her understand.

  “I didn’t—”

  He cut her off with a shake of his head, curling his fingers around the back of her neck and holding tight. “I know you didn’t, that’s what I’m sayin’. Just accept your mouth said a stupid and move on.” He gave her a squeeze. “You movin’ on?” She blinked fast, squeezed her eyes shut, and nodded. “Fuck, you aren’t movin’ on. Baby, you got things cross-wired in your head. You’re seeing your circumstances as a negative, expecting someone, even me, to pile shit on you in response. You hear me the other day?”

  Eyes still closed, she shook her head. Not a no, but in confusion.

  “I told you what it means to me that you’ve given me a place in your lives. You and Chris, you mean the world to me, and the idea you’d take him away, think about it happenin’ ever, tears a hole in my soul. Don’t make yourself less, not in any way. In my mind, you’re more than I deserve. More than I could have ever hoped to have in my world, and you’re givin’ that to me. The trust you have for me, I wouldn’t risk that for anything.” He gave her a shake, leaned down, and touched his forehead to hers, earning her bright eyes staring up at him. “What I was tryin’ to ask and failin’ miserably at was how it’s not been that long since you had Chris. He’s so little yet. We were goin’ fast, right here, and I didn’t want to hurt you.” He brushed his lips across hers. “I never want to hurt you.”

  She laughed softly, the fragile sound so welcome and sweet he had to close his eyes to experience it, carrying her joy and pleasure down to his gut. “Oh. That’s what you were trying to…? Oscar, it’s been months.”

  “Yeah, and I was there. It hurt you a lot, the whole thing. I know there’s gotta be a recovery period or something.” He kissed her again. “Never, ever gonna hurt you.”

  “I was cleared for activity weeks ago.” She pushed her fingers through his hair, thumb gliding along his cheek just above his beard, back and forth. “Doc said anytime I wanted to get busy, just to make sure ‘my man,’ his words, took care of me first. You won’t hurt me, and I know you never would, Oscar.” She held his gaze. “I am all systems go, honey.”

  He froze, his mind going a dozen directions, then blurted, “I’m not doin’ you on the couch for the first time.”

  She smiled, the corner of her mouth lifting in that crooked grin, and he swooped in for a kiss that lasted minutes. When he pulled back, she whispered, “Take me to bed, then.”

  ***

  Lindsay

  In his bedroom, door closed, baby monitor quiet on the nightstand, she had a moment of hesitation when Oscar reached for her. Lindy had always been curvy, but that was more pronounced since she’d gotten pregnant and had Chris. Her belly was still rounded from carrying her baby, not having regained all of the muscle tone. And she had dozens of stretchmarks along her hips and stomach. She could call them warrior stripes in her head all she wanted, but what if they turned him off?

  He must have sensed her unease, because Oscar stepped close, dropped his mouth next to her ear, and—a
s he’d done since they’d met—laid to rest every fear she had.

  “Right here, right now, whatever you got goin’ on in your head, forget it, Lindsay. Everything I see, I want. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, and perfect for me. I like what you got goin’ on, woman, and if you don’t believe me—” He gripped her hand and tugged so she was caressing his hard dick through his jeans. “—then trust this. ’Cause this little guy don’t lie. He’s all kinds of excited to make your acquaintance.”

  “He’s not so little.” Voice trembling as much as her fingers were, she stroked the length of him. Knowing he was as into this as she soothed her nerves. “And he does seem very eager.”

  “So fuckin’ eager, baby.” Oscar swayed closer, then dropped his head and took her mouth, possessing her again as he kissed her thoroughly. “I want you in my bed. Fuck, I just want you.” He stepped back, and she gave his cock a final stroke, watching his corded neck under the edge of his beard when he tipped his head back on a groan. “Goddamn, honey. Got to knock that shit off. My boy’ll miss the main event.”

  Oscar stripped off his shirt, and she reached for him. A shirtless Oscar wasn’t an infrequent sight around the house through these early days of summer, but this was the first time she felt she had the right to touch him. She explored the planes of his chest, fingertips dipping into the valleys, climbing the peaks, trailing along the curves of his shoulders. All while he was unfastening his jeans with one hand. She traced a path south, surveying the newly bared flesh, and when he shoved his pants down his thighs, his rigid cock bounced up, slapping his stomach. Thick and long, the cut head mushroomed out, a trail of liquid shining along the flesh.

  Lindy wrapped her hand around and gave an experimental slide, rewarded when Oscar’s head tipped back again with a grunted, “Fuck,” as he thrust into her hand.

  Drunk on his response, she wanted more and didn’t give him any warning, just folded to her knees and took the head of his cock into her mouth, teasing with the flat of her tongue, alternating that with hard sucks. She kept her hand sliding slowly up and down and angled her head so she could look up Oscar’s body into his face. He’d dipped his chin to his throat, his expression darkening, lips curling into a silent snarl as he watched her work him. He cupped her cheek, fingers trailing to trace her lips where they caressed him. Then he wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and angled it towards her mouth.

  With his obvious pleasure in what she was doing, she continued to lick and suck, lapping at the tip like a lollipop before taking him deeper. They kept on like that until Lindy was eager to see how far she could take him, wanting to make him feel good. His hips were moving, controlled thrusts that had enough slap and force at the end to push him farther into her mouth with every stroke, even as he took care not to gag her. “Lindy.” Her name was a dark rumble, and she went at him harder, wanting with everything in her to hear that again, and again. “Lindy, fuck, baby.”

  She’d just bent her head to the task again when he pulled out of her mouth, curled over her, and lifted. In moments he’d divested her of shirt and bra, and any annoyance she felt at losing the chance to have her mouth on him disappeared the moment her breasts were freed as he dove close, laving her nipple gently. With an inrush of breath at the sensation of his lips, tongue, and beard against her skin, she cradled his head to her as he worked her breast with his mouth, fingers busy at the waist of her pants. Jeans and undies on the floor, he picked her up and took the two steps to his bed, placing her in the center with a gentle toss.

  Separated from his touch and heat, she lifted her head, remembering her exasperation at being interrupted. “Oscar, I was enjoying myself.”

  “Oh, yeah. You were about thirty seconds from that bein’ the only enjoyment you got out of the deal, other than my fingers and my mouth. Woman, you can suck my cock as much as you want any other time, swear to God. Swear to God.” He stroked her face, a caress of her cheek that ended with his thumb rolling across her lips. “Just not this time.” He stretched out beside her, his thigh across her hips meaning she felt the pressure of his erection closer to where she wanted it. She rocked up, reveling in the heat and pressure, and he rumbled her name again, “Lindy,” a warning and acknowledgment in one.

  Then his mouth was on hers, tongues dueling, and she lost herself in his kiss, as she always did. They were a drug she’d come to crave, the taste of him better than any fine wine she’d ever had. She curled her hand around his wrist and tugged, bringing it from where he gripped her waist to her breast, and he immediately set to doing what she wanted. Fingers caressing, fingertips and nails scratching, tugging lightly at her nipple until it tingled and drew pulses of pleasure from between her legs. His mouth left hers, traveling along her neck, over her chest, positioning so his tongue lapped again at her nipple, fingers feeding her into his mouth where he drew gently, alternating sucks with nips from his teeth, while his fingers found their way to the center of her.

  She spread her legs, and he covered her pussy with his palm, rocking against her clit while a fingertip circled her entrance.

  On an inrush of breath, she begged, “Please, honey.”

  He moved, mouth following the route his hand had taken, and a moment later, the hot, wet pressure of his tongue was on her and Lindy arched up against the feeling, already soaring. Eyes closed, she sank into the sensation of his tongue and teeth, the grip of a firm bite on the inside of her thigh, the roughened scrape of his beard. His name drifted from her on an exhale when he tormented with his fingers and then gave up the teasing, sinking first one, then two fingers inside her, his mouth staying latched to her clit. She tensed, back arching up as the soaring became a rocket’s arc, heading to the stratosphere with an explosion before drifting back down, slowly. Oscar gave her time to recover, showing he didn’t mind doing it, his mouth and hands moving on her in ways that made her heart race even as her body slid into a sluggish languor.

  “Lindy, you ready for me?” She hummed at his question, blinking up at him in time to see his smile appear from behind the corner of a sheet, beard slicked down from the swipe he’d taken at it. She still had his hand between her legs, fingers sliding in the slippery evidence of everything he’d just given her. He’d rocked back on his heels, knees spread wide, and his cock jutted out from his body at an upward angle. She took in the sight of him for a moment—broad chest dusted with dark hair, hand balled into a fist on his thick thigh, other arm moving slowly in time with the touches he was giving her.

  When she nodded, he smiled wider, teeth shining through his beard as she told him, “So ready.”

  He reached past her, leaning over on a stiffened arm. She felt the promise of heat all along her body from his closeness. The nightstand rattled, and she watched, enthralled, as he covered himself in a condom, his shaking fingers exposing how much this meant to him. Then she had more than the promise of heat, because he was blazing, and his skin was like silk against hers, his weight exactly what she hadn’t known she craved.

  Cocking her knees up, she gripped his hips with her thighs and arched her back. Gaze locked to his, she whispered, “Please, Oscar. I need you.”

  ***

  Oscar

  Her words lit a fire inside him, the flames consuming any doubts and fears in an instant, and he leaned in to press his mouth to hers. He kissed her gently, soaking in the sensation, and when she whimpered into his mouth, he slid inside her on a slow glide, pushing steadily until he was rooted, deep as he could go.

  “God, baby.” He broke the kiss to take a breath, trying to tamp down the demand of his body to move fast and hard, wanting this first time to be something they both held to going forwards. Something to remember and build from. Together. Me and her. His balls had already drawn up tight, the coiled need in his belly growing hard to ignore. “So perfect, so absolutely fuckin’ perfect.” He shoved up on an elbow and raked a hand up her hip and side, fingers closing around the soft globe of her breast. “You fit everything about me.” He rolled her nipple
and tugged, then groaned when that earned her pussy tightening around him, clamping down in a milking ripple of pressure. “Everything about you is what I need.”

  “Oscar,” she whispered, eyes half-mast and dark, pupils wide with everything she was feeling. Everything he was giving her. Her hips lifted, and he felt her heels against his ass, pressing him into her. “Please, baby. Move.”

  “Anything you need, Lindy.” He pulled out an inch, then plunged back inside her, the thud as he hit her pubic bone resonating through his dick. “Anything.” Another slow retreat, farther, then the same hard thrust to get back to where he belonged. “Anything for you.” Her pussy grasped at him when he slid out again, and she whined far back in her throat, her body drawn tight and tense with anticipation. He dipped in, back out, then in again, over and over, moving slowly and gently, until he pounded into her hard, regaining all his lost ground in a rush. Unable to breathe for the beauty of Lindy lost to passion, Oscar bent his head to the notch of her shoulder, lips to her skin.

  That was the pace he tried to hold to for as long as his body allowed, and they quickly fell into a natural rhythm. She lifted her head and worked at his throat with her mouth, nails dragging along his ribs in a trail of pain that was exactly what he needed. Her muffled cries were as demanding as her pussy, legs wrapped tight around him, feet beating a bouncing tattoo against his ass with every thrust. She tightened and called out, hips rocking up faster, and he grunted at the demand of her hot and tight pussy pulling him deeper. Oscar thrust a hand between them, arrowed his thumb to her clit, and rolled, strummed, and pressed until she stiffened with another cry, this his name. Her climax worked to pull him over the edge, a leap he was happy to take with her, freefalling through time and space inside her and over her, protecting her and giving her everything. His words came out jumbled, but he meant everything he told her as he thrust deep, then deeper, then held while his cock jerked, filling the condom with heat.