Forfeit

by Stoneley, Zara

  ‘Days?’ She sniffed, trying to lighten things.

  ‘Days, though we might get cold if we stay buck naked.’ His tone was dry, but still sounded like he cared. ‘OK, let’s start off with why it’s wrong.’ He wrapped strong arms tighter round her.

  Cat screwed up her face, trying to halt the steady stream. Bit on her knuckle to stop it getting worse. She glanced up at the sky, clear blue except for the odd white-grey gull that swooped a path. Tried to remember the last time she’d watched the seagulls, heard the other cries that mingled with those of the birds.

  She shook her head, resigned. ‘I can’t.’

  ‘Try.’

  She traced a finger down the satin smoothness of his biceps. ‘When I was little we went to the seaside a lot with mum and dad ’ she stroked her palm along his oh so familiar arm ‘ then mum got busy and he’d offer to bring me on his own.’ She paused, listened to the distant noises. ‘Except …’

  ‘Except?’

  ‘He wasn’t on his own; he used to meet this woman.’ This woman who looked more of a girl. She paused, drinking in the male scent that surrounded her.

  His arm tightened, his breath was warm against her neck.

  ‘He’d give me money to go and get an ice-cream and he told me to play while he went for a walk. I dropped my ice-cream once so I went after him into the dunes. He thought I never watched him go but I always did, I wanted to know where he was just in case …’ Just in case I needed him. Just in case. ‘I heard noises, it was like a seagull crying out but it was him too. He was grunting and groaning and she had her skirt round her ears. Long, pale legs kicking in the air and she was making all these noises.’ She shut her eyes, trying to bring the picture into focus; it had always been so clear but it seemed fuzzy now. ‘He’d always been fussy about me putting sand in his car and he was covered in it. I ran, but he’d heard me, knew I’d been there, so he told me it was a secret. Our little secret. He said some things weren’t for sharing and it would upset mum and she wouldn’t understand. So he bought me another ice-cream then we went home for tea.’ She ran a finger down his chest, studying the way the hairs twisted and fell. ‘Mum found out eventually and she never touched him again, or me.’ She bit her lip. ‘She shut herself off; it was just work, eat, tidy, shout. No one hugged or kissed or laughed any more.’ She half turned on his lap to look out over the sea. ‘We never went to the seaside again. She’d trusted him, you see ’ she turned to look straight into his cobalt eyes ‘ and she said he’d let his bloody trouser snake rule him.’ It was the only time she’d heard her mother swear. ‘She said she’d given him her heart and all he’d wanted was sex.’

  ‘But this is different. It’s not a secret and ’ he smiled, the smallest smile of tenderness which brought a lump to her throat and fresh tears welling ‘ we’re married to each other.’

  ‘Only a slut would shag on a hillside, though, where anyone could come.’

  ‘Ah, is that something else your mum said? Maybe she just never wanted to be hot and horny on a hillside.’

  She laughed then, swallowing the hurt away. ‘Hot and horny on a hillside; where the hell did that come from?’

  ‘It’s no worse than trouser snake.’

  ‘The one-eyed trouser snake was deeply revered in my day.’ She swiped the back of her hands across her burning eyes.

  ‘I bet.’

  ‘And a cock was a daddy hen.’

  ‘Yeah, and pussy licked up the cream rather than created it.’

  ‘Lower the tone, why don’t you?’ She pinched at the hairs on his chest, doing it harder when he didn’t respond. Then suddenly found herself on her back, pinned down, with dark cobalt eyes staring into hers.

  ‘I think you need a good spanking. In fact, I’m sure that’s one of my fantasies.’ He cocked his head as though thinking. ‘Yup, but not yet.’

  ‘Maybe Mum was right, though.’

  ‘In what way exactly?’

  ‘He let himself get carried away, addicted, so he just did stupid things.’

  ‘Just ’cause you can’t get enough of someone doesn’t make it wrong, Cat. Look, shagging in the open is good, isn’t it? It’s freedom, doing what you want. You enjoyed it, and maybe the thrill of someone seeing is just part of it, but that’s not the same as having an affair, as cheating.’

  ‘No, but …’

  ‘But?’

  ‘I shouldn’t have kept it secret.’

  ‘It wouldn’t have made any difference would it, really? Hiding in the open wasn’t a very good secret; she was always going to find out.’

  ‘I don’t want to be like him, Brent, so addicted to red-hot sex that I do stupid things. I don’t want to understand him or be like him.’

  He hugged her close. ‘You’re not. You’re you.’

  Her voice lowered. ‘And I don’t want to end up like her.’

  ‘No, I know.’ For a moment his voice was deadly serious. ‘You won’t, Cat, you’re too strong for that.’

  ‘Am I?’

  ‘You are.’ He said it with a quiet confidence that made Cat stare.

  ‘I wish I was you.’

  He laughed. ‘Now that would make this complicated. ‘Go fuck yourself’ would take on a whole new meaning if we were both me.’

  She gave him a hard shove, which knocked him just enough off balance for him to reach the bottle of wine. ‘Philistine.’

  ‘Rubbish, I can appreciate your body perfectly well.’ He leant closer and kissed her shoulder. ‘Let’s drink the rest of this bottle of wine, shall we, and soak up the sun for a bit, unless you’ve got a better idea?’ She threw him a look and he laughed, watching as she took a sip of the wine. Gradually he felt her relax against him, sexual satiation taking the place of angst and guilt. ‘Hey, I just remembered, I’ve got a bone to pick with you.’

  ‘Oh yeah, and what might that be?’ She settled a bit more comfortably against his chest.

  ‘Those big, well-starched mumsy knickers.’

  ‘Which ones?’

  ‘Exactly. The ones I was looking for in those shorts earlier.’

  ‘And you didn’t find them?’ She glanced up, all wide-eyed innocence. ‘Oops, must have forgotten to put them on.’

  ‘Careless.’ He flicked a drop of cold wine onto her lightly tanned thigh, then slowly circled it round with his finger. ‘I might have to punish you for that later.’

  ‘Mmm.’

  ‘Or even ’ his finger circled higher ‘ maybe now.’

  ‘And how do you plan to do that?’

  ‘By teasing you mercilessly.’ He lowered his voice, moved closer to her ear. ‘Making you all hot and wet ’ he bit her ear lobe, the low, conspiratorial whisper tugging her senses ‘ while the Waltons over there are having their picnic.’

  She glanced up, following his line of sight, to see a large family piling out of a people carrier, complete with picnic hamper, dog, and Frisbees.

  ‘You wouldn’t?’ She felt a small stab of alarm, but so small it would have floated away at the slightest breath of wind. Christ, she was turning into a wanton hussy.

  ‘Oh, I would.’ His large hand covered her breast casually, the palm grazing her tight nipple. ‘Think you can come without moving or making a sound?’ His chuckle sent a shiver through her, anticipation swirling like a riptide in her stomach. He rolled over her so he had his back to them, his body shielding hers so that only she could see what he was doing. ‘Do you think they’ll know from the look on your face that you’re being a very naughty girl indeed?’ She bit her lip as his hand found its target. He wriggled his fingers briefly over her labia, opening her up, tantalising her, and then his middle finger was straight into her slick wetness, finding the spot that had sent her to heaven before.

  ‘Ohhhh nooo.’ The moan escaped before she could stop it, the quaver of need already in her voice.

  ‘Oh yes, darling. Do you like that?’ He was watching her face, his voice a seductive stroke to her senses.

  ‘Yes.’ Her voice cam
e out shrill and short as she fought for control.

  ‘And this?’ He had another finger in now.

  ‘Oooh.’

  ‘And what about this?’ His thumb pressed firmly against her clit as he squeezed his hand together around her, his fingers deep in her pussy, curling towards the hard pressure of his thumb.

  She heard a shout as the Frisbee flew high in the air, past them and out towards the edge of the cliff. The dog barked, running just yards away, but already she was coming, already the pulse of desire had built up past the point of saying stop, past the point of denial. Her mouth opened on a sigh as she tightened her thighs around his hand, around the ache, feeling the dampness of her juices on her thighs, fighting the pulsing surge that got stronger as she pushed against the hardness of his hand. Then his body was shielding hers and his mouth was swallowing her cries and all she could hear was the drumming of her heartbeat in her ears as her body quivered to orgasm.

  Cat stretched her legs out on the dash of the car. “Do you want to come to the seaside?” had a whole new meaning now. She wasn’t quite sure where they’d got to on the whole fantasy count thing, but on the orgasm count she was well ahead of the game. Brent seemed to know where every erogenous zone in her body was, every button to push, and he was intent on pushing them all, it seemed. And stroking, and tweaking, twiddling and prodding. Since when did a love bite make her come? With Jamie it had been “hello, cock, and in you go”. Her pussy had been barely damp, whereas with Brent one whisper in her ear and she was dripping wet. She shivered; even that voice was pure sex and when he turned those blue eyes in her direction it was cross your legs and run time. Except you couldn’t do both at the same time. Obviously. She stifled a giggle, which got his attention.

  ‘And what’s tickled you?’

  ‘You.’ She raised her eyebrows and grinned at him.

  He grinned back, then turned his attention back to the road. ‘We’re going shopping tomorrow.’

  ‘We are?’

  ‘We are. To try on some nice new knickers.’

  ‘Big cotton mumsy ones that turn you on?’

  ‘Something like that.’ He ran his hand up her inner thigh. ‘Can’t have you catching a chill running round with none on, can we?’ She smiled and mimicked his actions, running her hand up the inside of his thigh, stopping just short of the cock that was making its presence known. She had a distinct feeling any knickers he chose wouldn’t help at all with keeping a chill out.

  Chapter Seven

  The trouble with seeing Cat in clothes was that he wanted to take them off. Every time. She was jiggling about like some excited schoolgirl and it brought a smile to his face. And one hell of an ache somewhere else, in a part of him he’d always thought he had full control of.

  ‘Where are we shopping, then?’ She had toast in one hand, and as his lips met hers he tasted a mingle of sweet marmalade and coffee, which definitely made him hungry for something even sweeter.

  ‘Surprise.’ He grinned, caught up in her mood. He pulled her closer to him, parted his thighs so he could feel the warmth of her body between them, resting his hands on her curvy waist. ‘And I’ve got another little surprise for you.’

  ‘Oh yeah? Only a little one?’ The tawny-green eyes widened into tease mode, let him into her mind just a little bit more. His hands wandered up under her T-shirt and he rubbed his thumbs against the smooth velvet of her stomach, loving her slight intake of breath, her cheeky tongue poking out between her full lips, her muscles tightening slightly beneath his hands.

  ‘The big one is for later, darling.’ His hands slipped lower, onto her bum, and he pressed her tight against him. She jiggled her hips and he groaned. ‘Such a naughty girl, aren’t you?’ He loved the way Cat turned him on, loved the way his body responded to her smell, her smile, and the sweet, soft curves of every inch of her. And he loved the way she responded to him, all breathy when he kissed her neck, her nipples hardening the moment he caressed her body; even eating her with his eyes seemed to trigger a response deep inside her. One she found hard to control; one he wanted her to find even harder to keep tabs on.

  He reached into the drawer of the kitchen table. ‘You ever seen these?’ He watched her face closely as he dangled the balls, loving the way the thoughts skittered across her face as she had no time to hide them, to set up her defences. Christ, so much to love about Cat.

  She was half frowning now, had reached out to take them and he let her, wrapping his own hand around on top of hers so he knew when she felt the tremble of movement as the weights within them moved.

  ‘They’re not for …?’

  His eyes drifted down her body in response and he knew she was clenching those lovely muscles deep in her pussy just at the forbidden thought. ‘They are.’ He kissed her neck, the sweet smell of her hair enveloping him. Pulled her closer so he could whisper in her ear, knowing it would send a shiver right through her. ‘I can’t be inside that damp pussy in the shops but these will be. And every time you move they’ll be jiggling about, reminding you what it feels like to have something big and hard deep inside you.’ Her neck was hot and he could see a slight flush travel down over her breasts. He knew she was already wet, wet enough for him to slip the balls deep inside her, just where he liked to be. He shifted so that one of his knees was between her thighs, which instantly parted for him. As they always did. His hand drifted up to the soft apex, meeting only smooth, warm flesh.

  ‘Tut, tut. No knickers? You really are being a naughty little girl today, aren’t you?’ Christ, it was making him hard, but they were both going to wait today. Waiting made it so much better. Sometimes.

  She moaned as his fingers slipped inside. So wet already. The musky smell of her arousal drifted up to meet him as he took his hand away, reaching up to take the balls out of her motionless hand. He met her gaze, held it, wide open brown-green pools of lust, darkening at his every touch. Her lips had parted slightly; they formed into a silent “ooh” and she took a small intake of breath as he slowly slipped the hard balls into her, watching her face, watching her eyes darken. He pushed high, wishing that pussy was tightening around him instead, feeling the way she clenched around his hand. She gave a low moan as he squeezed her thighs firmly together, pulled her back between his own. His hands fixed firmly on her bum and he jerked her hard against him, knowing the sudden movement would cause a ripple inside her. She gasped, her eyes opening wider.

  ‘Good?’

  ‘I’m. Not. Sure. I. Can. Walk.’ Her voice was breathy, each word struggling out.

  ‘Oh, you can, darling, and every step you take will make you remember. Go on ’ he eased her a step away from him and turned her round, slapping her rump lightly ‘ see how it feels.’ She took a few tentative steps, wriggled her hips experimentally, and his balls tightened. From her uneven breath he knew exactly what effect it was having on her, exactly how it felt.

  Cat knew she was getting wetter by the second. Each step sent a tingle up deep inside her pussy and knowing he was watching her every move, aware of what was happening inside her, made her pussy ache all the more. She wanted to clamp her thighs together, hold herself tight until she got the release she needed, until she could feel herself throbbing. Her thigh muscles tightened in response as her pussy slowly clenched around the balls inside her. She closed her eyes as she gripped and released. Boy, that felt good!

  ‘No cheating.’ His laughing voice was right by her ear; she hadn’t noticed him get up close. ‘Move that little arse, because the idea isn’t to watch you coming over and over again not right here and now, anyway.’

  Looking at knickers with Brent in tow would have been a turn-on anyway, but the constant jiggle inside her whenever she moved shifted her anticipation up another notch, and the way his intense black gaze met hers every time she glanced up sent her into overdrive.

  She’d already had one taste of his selection in underwear on that very first night of the forfeit; when he’d sent that silky red dress with a satin thong to matc
h. She felt her body heat up at the thought as his fingers danced over the knickers, stopping at a red thong. She risked a glance and his burning eyes met hers. He knew exactly what she was thinking. And she knew if she reached down right now his cock would be hard and ready. He smiled, and picked up a pair of cream lace Brazilians instead. ‘Cream against the honey of your skin.’ His lips scorched a trail down her neck and she gave an involuntary moan, then he tapped her butt sharply, sending a ripple through her body. ‘How does that feel, Cat?’

  She glanced around, but no one seemed to be paying them any attention, which was the type of discretion you were paying for in an upmarket lingerie shop like this, she supposed.

  ‘Tell me, Cat.’ His voice had a warning and she felt her pussy clench in excitement, sending a new shiver through her body. She never talked dirty, never said what she wanted, except with Brent the odd time when she’d been on the verge of coming and he’d waited, refused to tip her over into ecstasy until she’d told him.

  ‘It’s like your fingers are in there, playing inside me.’ Her voice was husky to her own ears, wanting.

  ‘Do you want to come, Cat?’ He picked up another pair of knickers, midnight blue. ‘So delicate, I could rip these off so easily.’ He smiled a slow, lazy smile and stroked the soft wisp of lace across her cheek. ‘So dark against your lovely soft pale skin.’ She shivered despite the way she was burning up. ‘Do you want to, Cat?’

  ‘Yeees.’ It was a plaintive cry that she couldn’t help.

  ‘If I licked you right now, sucked your clit, would it help?’ His voice was conversational as he worked his way through the rack of underwear, pausing to run his hand slowly down the satin and lace front of a basque. She could imagine it was her body, her skin, and she felt the liquid pooling around the hard rubber in her hole, a small dribble wet against her thigh. He paused to stare at her, waiting for a response.

  She swallowed hard, barely able to force the broken words out. ‘I’d come straight away, into your mouth.’