A Mess of Reason

by A. Wilding Wells

  “That okay, baby? Too hard?” I feel balls-deep, and she takes it all, every single inch of me, every thrust, every grind.

  “No, I want it hard…harder.” She bucks her ass against me. The sight of my cock slamming into her makes my primal urges soar.

  “Can you come like this? Because I’m going to…but not without you.”

  “I can with my vibrator.” Oh hell yeah… Tess with a vibrator: let the fun begin. I mean, come on—watching my baby get herself off while I’m sinking it into her from behind? I thought I was hard before. Titanium.

  “Where is it?”

  “My red trunk. Hurry…”

  “I’ll get it. Keep going.”

  When I walk back into the room Tess is head down, ass in the air, just as I’d left her, and oh, sweet Jesus, her legs are spread, her hand buried in her pussy. I don’t want to do anything but let time stand still so I can watch her pleasuring her gorgeous self, because her little moans and the way her ass is moving back and forth…that messy mop of hair against the rumpled white sheets…porn has nothing on this moment. This, my friends, is erotic art—and my woman is the Moan(a) Lisa. I’m searing this vision into my memory as I climb onto the bed to help her out—I’m a gentleman, after all. I’d never leave a lady stranded…especially not one in this position.

  “Tess…so damn beautiful,” I tell her as I slide back into her.

  “Scout. Ohhh yeah…”

  “You still want your vibrator?”

  “Yeah. Oh God yeah, you feel so good….”

  After turning it on, I slide it between her legs. Our hands meet at her sex, holding it onto her together. Then she lets it go and I hold it to her clit while I fuck her with my crushing ache.

  “Scout, oh yeah. It’s too…good. I’m going to come…too quickly. Oh…”

  Her answer to every deep, penetrating stroke comes to me in a small, broken strings of words and seductive moans that have me riding my edge. Her enthusiasm and desire are seemingly without brakes. Then, as fast as she says the words, she’s crushed by the need of her orgasm. As she’s giving into hers, mine begins like a tidal wave, consuming all of me in its possessive intensity.

  “Tess, Tess…my sweet baby.” We lie, spooning, all senses sated. I feel her fall asleep in my arms as her breathing slows and her limbs become liquid. This girl of mine, she’s got magic in her. She’s beautifully fragile with a backbone of braided steel. She’s humble, and yet she’s bold as an avalanche. She’s fire, diamond dust, early morning dew. Pure oxygen. And just when I think I catch her, I lose my breath because she takes every last bit of it away.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  TESS

  “I made you a little cocktail,” Scout says. “Come out by the pool after you shower, Oh, and for the record, you might have to take another shower later with me—a little shower fuck sounds nice.”

  “Because you haven’t had your fill today?” I take a sip as I splash him.

  “Oh, sweetheart, I’m giving you pity sex, remember? This was supposed to be your honeymoon. I’m planning on fucking the blues straight out of you.”

  “I think I got over my blues on the plane. The only one getting pity sex is you. Pity I made you wait…pity you aren’t in the shower with me…pity we need to sleep at all.”

  “Well then, there’s no pity about all the sex I’m getting. The only pity now is that you may not be able to walk tomorrow, because you know I get very horny in the evening hours—and it’s just about sex-o-clock.”

  “Oh yeah, you’re a regular sloth in the daytime.”

  He stands at the shower door watching me soap myself and, by the look on his face, he’s loving every second of the show I’m giving him.

  “You like watching me touch myself, don’t you?”

  “You’re a nice playground for my eyes…I could watch you all day.”

  “Mmm, good. I’m glad you found me in here, then.”

  “I’m glad you found me at all. When you decided to leave us behind, I felt my soul bleed out. I wondered if you’d get caught up in the river of it and find your way back to me. And here you are… So yeah, I like watching you now that you’re all mine. You don’t seem to mind being watched.” His eyes wander from my face to my feet, stopping at all my most intimate parts for a slow, lingering gaze, each sweep of his eyes holding an impassioned look of reverie that melts me.

  “Somehow you knew we’d be together like this, didn’t you Scout? That kind of trust in fate is something I haven’t learned how to harness.”

  “I knew time would discover us, our story. Time always unearths the truth, baby.” His devoted words anchor me; the look on his face is one of pure knowing and satisfaction.

  “Always writing another song, my Scout. Now that I know I haven’t scared you off, I like that you want to look at me as much as you do. You’ve seen an eyeful today. I’m kind of ready for clothes.”

  “You wouldn’t dare. That’s against the house rules.” He grabs my arm, pulling me into his body. He smells of tequila, sweat, mint, and the tiniest bit of ocean. And even though I’ve gotten laid everywhere from the pool to the pool table today, I swear if he stepped in here with me and unleashed the hound, I’d do it again. Instantly.

  “Oh, what are you going to do?”

  His thick stubble of whiskers tickles my neck. I’m doing all I can to squirm out of his arms, but he’s got me in a tight hold, and hell if I could get out of his chiseled arms.

  “Try me,” he says as he sinks a deep, liquor-laced kiss into my mouth, making me more than weak in the knees.

  “Oh for God’s sake. Get out of here now so I can shave and finish up. I’ll be out in a bit.”

  “Better be naked.” He winks and lifts his nearly empty glass to me. Naked…all night? I’m starting to feel like a wild jungle girl. I think Mission Desensitize is coming along just fine.

  “Such a bully,” I shout as he walks out the door.

  *

  “You’re kidding, right?” He shoots me a mischievous look with a small waggle in his eyebrows. I couldn’t bear to continue walking around nude. What’s a little sundress with some cute panties and a lacy bra gonna hurt anyway? My honeymoon was going to be Paris, then the south of France. I’m equipped for every fashion moment, but nude 24/7 is getting a little boring, to say the least.

  “I think you’ll want me more if you see a little less skin.” I do a spin on my toes, landing in his lap and plunking a wet kiss into that sweet spot part of his neck that makes me re-think my stance.

  “Because you think I’m not wanting you enough?” Oh, those telling eyes.

  “Because I’m tired of walking around naked. Wouldn’t you rather peel my clothes off?” His hands are snaking up the back of my dress, tracing my spine. I already know the promise of that touch and what this night will hold. The thrilling newness of us having sex is something I pray lingers for eons.

  “No. I like you nude. I think peeling clothes off is more of a girl’s fantasy than a guy’s. I have my own fantasies, sweetheart.”

  “Fine. I’m allowed a little fantasy too, then.”

  “And a little punishment for being such a naughty girl,” he says as he fists my hair into a ponytail, then drags my head back, molesting my neck with his mouth.

  “Oh…oh, that’s nice. But please, you act so tough. I’ve always liked the bad boy side of you…always wondered if it went into the bedroom.”

  “Says the innocent, wide-eyed rule-breaker.”

  “Oh, are you going to punish me?”

  “No, you’re going to punish yourself; I’m just going to enjoy the show.”

  “Mmm, well, if you put it like that. I’m curious, to say the least.”

  “Thought so. You’re a gamer. I made you a fresh drink, so sit tight…I had a delivery come this afternoon while you were napping. I’m going to grab it.”

  Scout comes back, a black sack embellished with thin gold rope over his shoulder. My sneaky elf…though his smile is all naughty devil.r />
  “A delivery, huh? Do tell what you’re packing, playboy.”

  “You’ll find out soon enough. Why don’t you get comfortable on the lounge over there. I think it’s the perfect spot for you and the best view in the house—for me.” He motions toward the king-sized lounge we’d made love on earlier today.

  “For me to what, exactly?” I ask as I plant myself on the lounge, sitting cross-legged, while watching a devilish smile make its way onto his lightly tanned, handsome face.

  “For you to show me what a good girl you are, and what a good listener you can be.” Oh, yes, he did. Game on. I have no idea what he has up his sleeve or in that bag, but I’m already turned on.

  “Wow, we’ve really elevated things from drink or dare. So much mystery… This ought to be fun.” I pull my skirt up my thighs a bit while playing my flirty come-hither voice at him.

  “Oh, it’s going to be. And look at you, all ready for game time.” He sits at the end of the chaise with the mysterious sack on the ground at his side. He’s barefoot, wearing a white linen shirt opened halfway down his chest and blue jeans. Leaning back in his chair, legs wide open, nursing his drink, all the while giving me the once-over. He had me at “naughty girl.”

  “Okay, so, what?” I take a deep swig of my very delicious margarita, which seems mostly tequila with a hearty splash of lime for scent.

  “I want you to get off for me, but…I have a few caveats.” He leans forward and grabs my right foot, then starts to massage small circles into my arch.

  “Masturbate for you? With caveats, no less? Nice.”

  “You seem surprised. Tell me, Tess, that you’ve gotten off in front of your countless lovers before.” He grabs my left foot, then pulls me toward him, causing my skirt to slide to the very tops of my thighs.

  “Don’t be so surprised. I haven’t, not that I can’t. I’ve just never been asked—nor have I offered—and…I mean…I feel sort of exposed out here.”

  “You still have all your clothes on, sweetheart—I would hardly say you’re exposed. Would you rather we go into the bedroom? If you recall, we did fuck out here multiple times today; you didn’t seem very concerned then about exposure.” His hands are on my ass, and the idea of getting off in front of him, while slightly intimidating, is also sounding like more of a turn-on by the second. He’s already seen my fear factor.

  “Very funny. Scout. You were involved, now you’re watching: it’s different. Tell me what the caveats are.”

  “First, only good girls get to come…and not until I let you. Second, I have toys for you—which I get to choose. And if you’re really good, I might even help here and there.”

  “Smooth operator. Well, at least you’re clear—if not a little controlling. I like this. What if I come without your nod, master?”

  “Then you won’t get what you want.”

  “Which is…?”

  “What you’ve been jonesing for all day, beautiful.” He glides his masculine hands up my legs. You could fall in love with Scout Steele for his beautiful hands alone.

  “Oh, really? You’re going to hold anal over my head? I’m pretty sure you’ve been wanting it all day as well…you’ve been torturing me with the thought of it.”

  “Believe me, I want it. I really, really want it. But I want this my way, first.”

  “And I thought I knew you so well. My goodness. Does every girl you go out with obey your commands…then get punished by way of withholding if not?”

  “I don’t have any other girls. You’re it. I’ve been waiting an awfully long time for this. Are you going to keep me waiting?” He leans back in his chair, stretching his long legs onto the lounge where I’m sitting. There’s a glint of satisfaction in his eyes as he watches me scoot back. I’m unsure of where exactly to begin, but hey, if this is what he wants—this man who never left me even when I was willing to unfairly leave him starving—I can do this for him.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  SCOUT

  “I missed you when you weren’t going to be mine,” I say. “I couldn’t look at you and not see us.” There are beautiful moments and visual captures in life, things that stir you…transform you…bait you. Watching Tess like this—losing herself in front of me, for my pleasure—this is one of those moments. Her mix is magic: she’s vulnerable and confident, flirty and enticing…and right now, smoldering as fuck.

  “I missed you too. The idea that I would never…get your kisses again…or anything else… I want all of you and…you know, I could live in that smile of yours.” She says it in a throaty whisper, words barely strung together as her hands roam the outside of her dress. Slowly she pulls the bottom edge of it up to her navel. Her eyes sweep from me to her hands, which are sliding into her panties, causing me some serious hunger and ache.

  “Is this what you want to see…me doing? This…all for you?” she says as she lifts her hips the tiniest bit while slowly tugging the lacy edges of her panties down—just barely.

  “So gorgeous. Yeah, it’s what I want…you doing this for me.”

  She licks her fingers, then takes them down to her pussy, and Lord, I may just come watching her. Then she takes a sip of her margarita, and after setting it down she pulls her dress off. Under it she wears a sexy, pink lace bra. The tiniest thing you’ve ever seen, but it’s all Tess. She drops the straps of it, all the while looking straight into my soul, then spits an ice cube from her mouth into her fingertips. And yes, she takes it to her nipples. Ahh, the fine art of flirting with your lover. She arches into it, while stroking and pinching herself. She moans, and I follow with a groan.

  “Ohh Scout. I’d love the heat of your lips on my nipples. They’re so cold…so hard…”

  I shake my head no as I watch them respond to the freeze of the ice into taut, bright pink, nipples. If I so much as move toward her, I’ll be flipping her onto her belly, fulfilling her wish and mine. This is too good to hurry. The melting ice cube slides down her belly, straight into her hand that waits just at her already wet opening.

  “Panties all the way off, Tess.”

  “Such a pushy voyeur,” she says as she wiggles out of her panties, then tosses them onto my lap. She opens her legs for me. She’s incredible. The view is amazing, sexy, erotic, and the ice cube…well, let’s just say it melts away rather quickly as she skates it through her delicate, rosy folds, all the while squealing sensually from the cold sensation. But the small bit that’s left—the bit that’s just performed oral on her most intimate parts—she tosses it to me, and I promptly pop it into my mouth. She’s as delicious cold as she is hot.

  “Wish I had your tongue inside of me, warming me up,” she says as she sinks into her wetness with her fingers. She rubs her clit with one hand as she pinches her nipples with the other. She’s lost in it. I mean lost as in coming apart at the seams quickly. I knew this would be good, but I don’t think I was prepared for how good…or how into it she would get. She scoots further down on the lounge and the view I have might trump that of the Grand Canyon. It’s wide and deep, the south rim spectacular, the vista points breathtaking…and the best part is, there’s no crowd and I don’t need binoculars.

  And now it’s time for some teasing.

  “Here you go, baby, your first toy.” I hand her a beaded anal vibrator—freshly lubed, mind you.

  “Oh, a little prep. Very nice. Would you like to help me?” She’s practically purring. I can’t resist this time. I’m beyond reproach.

  “Love to. I have the remote…be prepared.”

  “Control freak much?” she says as I lean forward to coat the black, beaded beauty more heavily with lube.

  “I said I wanted to watch; I never said I wouldn’t participate here and there. Have you ever used one of these?”

  “No, but I get the idea.”

  “Hold your knees to your chest. I’ll go slowly. Just breathe…talk to me.”

  Her eyes light up after bead two and that’s exactly when I turn on the vibration—which is going to mak
e her nuts.

  “Oh, God, that’s good. Slow… Scout, go slow. It’s so strong. Oh Jesus…I’m not allowed to come?” Fuck…I knew this would thrill her, I just didn’t think it would floor her—and certainly not this fast.

  “Not until I say. Too much?” I switch it to a gently rolling vibration and the look in her eyes is one of pure pleasure. As is mine.

  “Better. Ohh, I’m going to be so ready for you. Don’t torture me for too long, please. Oh, my God…” she says as she closes her eyes and sinks into her pleasure, which is nirvana to watch. After a few minutes she’s almost there, so I shut it off. Cruel but worth it.

  “Why—? Oh…you are seriously not going to let me come?”

  “I promise you, all the starts and stops will make your orgasm stronger. You aren’t ready, anyway.”

  “Says who? My lady parts are very ready and willing. Come on…let me go.”

  “First this. Think of it as the Rolls Royce of vibrators: you’ll have it for life.”

  “Oh, hello, lover. Looks like I’ve got a new boyfriend. Looking to replace yourself so soon?” The smile on her face is electric and she wastes no time with it.

  “Please let me come this time. I won’t be able go for long in my current predicament.” she says in a begging tone that makes my hard-on granite.

  “Oh, believe me, I know. And I’m going to help you with it.” I scoot onto the end of the lounge, opening her legs in my lap. With her back and front sides buzzing, I go straight up the middle…knuckle deep in search of her G-spot, and less than one minute later she’s coming. Not once, not twice. But three times, back to back. She rides her balance and tension in a rhythm and delirium that makes me animal-desperate to be inside of her, and when she rounds the end of her third orgasm, I know she’s ready for me.