He pulled my hands away and held them at my sides, breathing across my clit. “Who gave you that idea? Bond?” he asked, the anger in his voice very evident.
“No. He would never.”
Breaking eye contact, his mouth lapped at my wetness, exploring the valleys between my folds until he found my bulbous peak. “It’s perfect,” he murmured against my clit. “You’re perfect.”
I decided to store that compliment for later.
I’m perfect.
“Oh, that feels amazing,” I cried.
“Tastes so good.” He let go of my wrists and let his hands wander again, branding every surface of my skin: my breasts, nipples, stomach and finally, my pussy. He played with my labia, tugging my lips as his tongue danced against my arousal.
My back arched when he plunged two fingers into my entrance and increased the pressure on my clit. “Oh Tate, I’m close, please don’t stop.”
“No way,” he mumbled.
With his free hand, he smoothed over my hip, pulling me tighter against his mouth. His large fingers plunged deep inside me while his warm, wet mouth flicked me over the edge.
“Unholy god, please, oh yesss. Now!” Unable to hold back, I gushed against his mouth. I could hear him gulping and laughing until my orgasm fired again, and all sensation ceased except for the rocket that tore through my body and set flight. I hovered outside of myself until his warm hands brought me back to my body.
“That was incredible. I’ve never been with a squirter before.”
“I should have warned you. When I’m really turned on, I lose control over the waterworks.”
“No apology necessary. Nor will I apologize for what I’m about to do.” He turned me over and raised my ass into the air. I cried out when he plunged in deep, his chest hovering over my back. My right cheek lay against the mattress, my arms at my side, until he lifted them behind me and used them for leverage.
His fingers found my clit and applied pressure in time with his forceful incursion.
Sounds I didn’t recognize spilled out of me as he grunted in time with his thrusts. I never wanted it to end. I could’ve stayed right there for millennia, shrouded in the energy and warmth of his body filling me to completion.
However, the thousand years abruptly ended once my orgasm took over, constricting around his large cock, firing pain and pleasure alternatively. My pulsing contractions brought off Tate, who grunted my name in my ear, his warm release trapped in the condom between us.
Neither of us moved right away, both of us breathing heavily. Eventually, he pulled out of me and left the room. When he returned, he had on his jeans and carried two margaritas.
“Thanks.” I took a sip, wondering if he planned to leave already.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he announced, his jaw firmly set.
“Did I say that out loud?”
“No. Your face is like a movie screen.”
“That seems wholly unfair given nothing much plays on yours.”
Deflecting my comment, he said, “Interesting Post-It notes on your mirror.”
Fuck! I buried my head in my hands in mortification. How had I forgotten about that? “I don’t have people over here often.”
He tilted up my chin. “Other than Bond.”
“Why do you care?”
“Call it curiosity. Why is it that everyone is privy to the fact that Bond and Red are both fucking Jacqs and yet no one knows about you and Bond? It makes no sense to me. Why would you put up with it?”
“For someone who doesn’t want to share anything about his past, you sure are nosy.”
“It’s not the same.”
“It’s only not the same because it’s about me instead of you.”
He pushed me over and bit my butt.
“Ouch!” I giggled, covering my ass with my hand.
He bit the other side and then he took me completely by surprise. He poured some of the cold margarita on my lower back and the crevice of my ass and licked it off. “Your ass is incredible. I can’t decide whether I like your breasts with your big nipples or your ass the best.”
“Thank you,” I said, rolling onto my back. I usually hated compliments about my body but coming from him, I ate them up like the best supper in the world.
“I have another question.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Are you rolling your eyes at me?” He leaned over me and tickled my sides.
“Cut it out,” I cried, laughing.
“Not a chance.”
I kicked at him to get him to stop.
“Okay, okay,” he said, raising his hands. “It’s good to know you’re ticklish.” He winked at me.
He winked at me? I’m perfect, and he winked at me and he loves my ass. Kill me with kindness, why don’t you!
“Your mind is doing cartwheels. Don’t hurt yourself.”
I sat up and stared him down, playing his own game. “A question for a question.”
“Okay. Why not hook up with Red? Seems like a foursome would make the most sense.”
“You’re not going to let it rest. Fine! Red and I dated briefly years ago. We weren’t compatible.”
“Why?”
“That’s two questions.”
“Not really. I want to understand why you aren’t involved with Red too.”
“He didn’t have patience for my insecurities and wasn’t into inflicting pain other than a mild spanking.” My face blushed. “I mean ... I’m not into any serious stuff but—”
“And Bond?”
“No, your turn. The tattoo. Let me see it. And tell me what it means.”
He reluctantly raised his right arm and underneath, on his side, I saw a tattoo of a sailor passionately kissing a blonde 1950s woman.
Looking back into his eyes, I said, “It’s beautiful. What does it mean?”
A dark cloud enshrouded his features, and I almost didn’t want him to answer. He lifted his drink from the side of the bed and drained it. “My ex-wife and I wore those costumes to a Halloween party where I proposed.”
Wow, how romantic! I thought, but kept it to myself. My stomach clinched in response to the energy emanating from him. I needed to shift the mood. “Yes, to your question about Bond.”
“I see. Well, no, I don’t. Why are you selling yourself so short?”
“You don’t know anything about it.”
“It’s plain to see. You’re willing to subjugate your self-worth to be with Bond. Why would he even ask that of you?”
“You don’t understand anything. Bond’s the first man who took the time to know me beyond how I look. Our whole group is that way. They don’t see a body, they see me. You have no idea what it’s like. Is the situation ideal? No. When is it ever? Certainly not with your wife or you wouldn’t be a judgmental, shut down, shell of a man. A hot man but—”
Fuck!
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said any of that.”
His expression was unfathomable. I couldn’t tell if he planned to throttle me, fuck me, or leave.
He sat on the end of the bed next to me, shifting me to straddle him again. He brushed my hair away from my face and then pillaged my mouth. It hurt, but I didn’t want him to stop. I pushed myself against him, fighting with the button on his jeans. This time, he helped me remove them. He sheathed his hard cock with a condom, and I slid home once again.
We both groaned and smiled, our eye contact absolute. He held me so tightly, completely controlling the pace. “Can you cum this way?” he asked, pausing.
I shook my head. “It feels amazing, but I need my clit to be in play.”
He stood, carrying me with him, my legs wrapped around his waist. He set me on the edge of the kitchen table. “Lie back.” After I did, he maneuvered my legs against his shoulders and pushed in farther.
“Oh god, that’s deeper,” I moaned.
The fingers of his left hand found my clit and rolled around the protruding bud. His right held me at the edge of the table so he could continue hi
s invasive penetration.
“You clearly ... haven’t forgotten ... what to do,” I mumbled.
He bestowed upon me a rare, full smile. “I feel inspired.”
He’s inspired!
The way he rocked his hips and slammed into me, all the while manipulating my clit, had me grunting animalistic utterances.
“Tate?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Oh ... I’m going to cum again, hard. Ohhh, so hard. Holy fuck, I’m cumming!” I struggled to keep my eyes open, wanting to see him see me. “Ahhh,” I yelled, once the last and strongest contraction pulled at my core. My eyes closed of their own accord.
Tate paused in his onslaught on my pussy, allowing me to catch my breath, his hands floating over my breasts, stomach, and thighs. Then he started again and plunged in so hard and deep, I slid back on the table.
My eyes flew open.
He gripped my shoulders and pounded into me without mercy. My gush splashed between us, not slowing him down one bit.
I knew my insides would be sore tomorrow, but I didn’t care one lick.
He continued, and I coaxed him on.
“Give it to me, Tate. I can take it. Oh fuck yes, fuck me. You’re going to cum so hard!”
He called out my name, “Bluuue,” his eye contact drilling me like his cock. Then everything came to an abrupt stop. He closed his eyes, pulled out of me, tossed the condom in the trash, fetched his jeans and shirt, and left.
What the fuck!
I sat on the table, looking around, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
Mother fucker!
Forcing myself to get up, I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wiped up the table and the floor underneath. I dried myself off and dumped the towel on the pile of laundry.
My head swam in a pool of confusion. I thought we were having a great time. I checked the time on my phone: 10:45 p.m.
Me: I did something very stupid.
Catherine: Male or female cavalry needed?
Me: Female, definitely female.
Catherine: Should I see if the girls can do an early breakfast? I mean I won’t be there. Me and mornings? A foul combination. Or do we need immediate intervention?
Me: Video chat?
Catherine: Two minutes.
In the bathroom, I applied coconut oil to my tattoo. It was sore from the table fuck. Then I wrapped my robe around me and sat at my desk. I woke up my computer to see who was on.
Catherine Mangiacotti
Everyone’s up.
Judy Radford
Okay.
Cat initiated the video chat.
Sam in sweats and a white T, Jacqs in pink pajamas, Lainie in her robe, and Cat still dressed the same as earlier in the night popped up on my screen.
“Give us the dirt,” Lainie said.
“Yeah,” the rest chimed in.
“Did you go home with Tate?” Sam asked.
“He came home with me.”
“Woohoo!” Jacqs called out.
“I thought there might be something between you two,” Lainie said.
“It was a disaster,” I said.
They groaned.
“Well not at first. Once we got back to my place, it seemed fine, good even, but then he just took off and didn’t even say goodbye. What kind of dick does that?”
“Wait,” Cat ordered. “Back track. Did you meet the anaconda?”
I broke out in hysterical laughter while Lainie, Jacqs, and Sam seemed utterly confused. Then I watched as a light bulb flipped on in Jacqs’ mind.
“Bigger than Bond’s or Red’s?” she asked.
“No comparison,” I confessed. Jacqs knew I had slept with Bond once at one of our get-togethers, when he showed up shitfaced. She wasn’t at all pleased. Frankly, neither was I at the time. Bond had called out “Jacqs” while he was busy fucking me. Not my best day.
“Get the fuck out of town,” Jacqs said.
“Seriously. It looks perfectly natural on his tall, wide frame, but it feels ungodly inside.”
“Oh my god,” Sam said and laughed.
“Are we going to talk about his huge cock all night? Get to it woman! Stay is impatiently waiting for me in bed, if you know what I mean.”
“Sorry, Lainie. The dude’s a mess. I mean worse than Bond ever was. I just feel like a stupid idiot now. I have no idea what I did to make him run off.”
“Maybe it has nothing to do with you,” Sam said.
“How often does a guy pull out of you and then just take off?”
“Lately, not at all, but that’s not the point. You said he was a mess, so I’m sure it had to do with him and his baggage and not you.”
“Thanks Sam. I convinced myself I could do a one-night stand, I mean, I never have before, but I have to assume running out the door isn’t a standard part of it.”
“They will usually give you a few minutes of cuddling before they dress and leave,” Sam said.
“Sorry, Blue,” Cat interjected. “He seems like a great person. I know he went through a rough divorce, but that’s all I know. Frankly, I want to hear more about his cock!”
“I’m curious to know how you knew, Cat,” Jacqs said.
“Care to enlighten them?” Cat asked me.
“You go for it,” I said.
“It’s big enough that it runs down his thigh. I could see its outline through his jeans.”
“We need to invite him back over to Red’s and go skinny dipping again,” Sam said, giggling.
“Right, so you all can gawk at him? I think you’re missing the point. I’m not going to see him again, you all won’t see him again, and your job is to help me not obsess about it or him!”
“Blue, don’t do what you’re about to do,” Lainie warned.
“Yeah, Blue, don’t,” Cat said.
They were referring to my horrible habit of dissecting and obsessing about a situation to the point of driving myself crazy with it. “That’s why we’re video chatting. You’re my stopgap to texting him a long rant.”
“Put the phone down!” Jacqs demanded. “I highly recommend you turn it off and go to sleep.”
“Sleep? That’s highly doubtful.”
“Do you want to see him again?” Sam asked. “Something tells me you will.”
“If it hadn’t ended the way it did, maybe. He tugs on all of my crazy, though.”
“Sometimes you have to move through it with someone to get past it,” Lainie said.
I could only imagine she was referring to her affair with Mason before she ended up with Stayman.
Just then, Stay’s image filled her box. “I’m taking Lainie to bed. Blue, I hope everything’s okay. Whatever the dude did, I’ll punch him out the next time I see him.”
I chuckled. “Thanks, Stay, but that won’t be necessary. Night Lane.”
“Call me tomorrow. Laters.” Her video box disappeared.
“No sense in keeping you all up,” I said to the rest of the gang.
“Hang tough. Don’t text him,” Sam said.
“I won’t,” I agreed. “Love you guys.”
We all disconnected and then my phone vibrated. My heart raced and lodged in my throat. I woke up my phone.
Catherine: You going to be okay?
Me: I thought you were Tate. Yes, I’ll be fine.
Catherine: If you have to obsess, at least choose to obsess over the good parts. The big parts.
Me: Very funny.
Catherine: Later.
Me: Later.
After brushing my teeth, I climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling. Anaconda, now that’s funny. I tried to focus on all the positives: perfect, best ass, stunning, breaking his three-year sex fast with me. But, I couldn’t help wonder what I did to practically shove him out my apartment door.
My phone vibrated again and my heart jumped out of my mouth and pulsed on the mattress next to me. At least it felt like that.
Bond: You fucked him????
And here I thought I
wanted a jealous Bond. Be careful what you wish for, as they say.
Me: News travels at lightning speed.
Bond: Jesus, Blue.
Me: It was a one-time thing. Why are you upset?
Bond: Something’s not right about him. I don’t want you to get hurt.
Me: I get hurt all the time. It’s become my life.
Bond: I don’t mean to hurt you.
Me: He made an interesting point.
Bond: What?
Me: He wanted to know why you and Red sleeping with Jacqs was out in the open and yet, our fucking is a secret.
Bond: You told him?
Me: No. You did.
Bond: Bullshit.
Me: Your behavior did. He said you grilled him like a protective lover and not a friend.
Bond: You know why we keep it a secret. To avoid the drama.
Me: Why does Jacqs get the respect of the openness, but not me?
Bond: I thought you wanted it that way, too.
Me: I don’t know what I want anymore.
Bond: Because of Tate?
Me: No Bond. Because of me. I’m going to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
Bond: Okay. You know I love you, Blue.
Me: Yeah. I love you, too.
I wished Tate had kept his opinions to himself. Now all I could see was how fucked up my life was. Instead of appreciating my time with Bond and looking forward to being in his arms again, I was left to question what I was doing to myself. Nothing like fucking, taking off, and leaving a maelstrom of havoc in your wake.
What pissed me off the most was how my body responded to Tate. I loved my sex with Bond but with Tate, just his hands on my body or his breath on my neck drove me crazy. He didn’t need to whip my nipples to get me soaking wet, his penetrating stare took care of that.
He would get a piece of my mind the next time I saw him. It seemed inevitable. Even with all the insecurity plaguing me, the connection we forged, even in the short time we spent together, wasn’t something he could just walk away from. He would be back.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lost in My Mind
by The Head and the Heart
By Saturday evening, I had sufficiently mind-fucked myself over my night with Tate. I had convinced myself I would hear from him after a day or so. As the seconds, minutes, hours passed me by, sadness and anger filled my heart. I barely made it through the days of work with my mind constantly churning over the details. In bed at night, the memory of his touch haunted me to distraction. I had to masturbate just to get some peace and sleep.
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