by West, Jade
“Show me how much you want it,” I ordered. “Get on all fours and show me how much you fucking want it.”
And she did.
With a flash of absolutely dirty lust in her eyes she held the phone in position as she got herself up onto all fours. She slipped her knickers down her thighs and off, tossing them to the side of the bed and shifting her knees open.
There aren’t even words for how much I wanted to be there beside her.
“Show me how much you want me in that tight little fucking asshole,” I said as her fingers slipped through, rubbing that swollen slit as she stared back at my face on screen.
She only attempted to push one finger in her asshole first, and that looked a struggle. Tense. It was slow, guarded, hesitant but fucking delicious. I adored how her flesh was ripe and ready, curvy in the most mouth-watering of shapes, but even more I adored how she seemed oblivious to the self-consciousness she’d been wrestling with so much just the week previous.
“Fuck yourself with that tiny little finger,” I told her. “Work it hard.”
She didn’t work it hard, not then, not even slightly. Her motions were slow, her finger barely sliding in and out to the first knuckle, but I could make enough of it out on the phone screen that my mouth was practically slavering at how tight that brown little pucker was sucking around her intrusion.
Holy shit, how I’d take that hole of hers next time I saw her. I was grateful beyond grateful she was still an anal virgin to a full sized cock. A treasure beyond treasure for me to claim as mine.
“It’s tight,” she breathed. “I have no idea how you managed to get those beads in me.”
“You’ll have less idea how I manage to plough you so fucking deep with my cock,” I laughed, and there it was again. My tone dripping with sin. “Now fuck that tight little hole for me.”
Without instruction, proving just what a delightfully filthy little creature she had the makings of, she pulled that finger free and hawked up a load of spit to lube it up. She circled her asshole, wetting it nicely before forcing that finger in harder. This time it eased itself in, and she tensed. She tensed so fucking beautifully and eased her hips forward, flinching from her own fucking push.
“That’s it,” I coaxed as I gripped my dick tighter. “Deeper,”
She let out a whispered little curse as she pushed in all the way, and it was music to my ears.
“Good girl,” I told her, knowing full well how well she responded to the praise. “Be an even better behaved girl for me and slide in another.”
I knew it would be a shunt for her. Her eyes were hazy as she stared over her shoulder, her mouth open as she nodded.
Her second finger looked a stretch. She caught her breath as she tried to ease it in, pulling the first out far enough to press them both in together.
Her asshole was a glorious little thing, stretching wide enough to take it.
Fuck, it would be a glorious little thing to take my dick in to the balls.
“It feels so good…” she whispered. “I can’t wait until it’s you inside me… I want you to make me yours…”
“You are mine,” I told her. “Believe me, Maisie, you’re mine. Your whole body is fucking mine for the taking, just as mine is yours right back.”
Her eyes sharpened.
“Say that again,” she said. “Tell me you’re mine…”
“My body is yours right fucking back,” I hissed and worked my dick a bit harder. “It’s always been yours right fucking back, even when I didn’t know it.”
She pushed those fingers in all the fucking way, groaning under her breath as her asshole took them.
“Good girl,” I said again. “That’s my good little girl, fuck that ass nice and deep for me.”
And she did. She really fucking did.
The picture shuddered on screen as she dropped herself onto her front, her other fingers reaching through to that clit as those fingers pushed to a rhythm.
My own rhythm matched hers right back, balls tightening to the fucking max as I worked my dick fast.
“Come for me,” I said. “Lose yourself to the filthy fucking pleasure of your filthy little fingers in that filthy little asshole and come for me.”
She didn’t need telling twice.
Her hitched breathing was intoxicating, and my grunts were hitched along with her. Both of us were held back but bursting wild, her fingers pumping that tight little hole of hers as mine gripped and pumped my fucking dick to the hilt.
I shot my load right up my chest, streaming onto my open shirt as well as bare skin, but not giving two fucking shits for it. My ears were ringing with the thrill, eyes straining to make out her full brilliance as she finished up her own climax and edged closer to the screen.
Her smile was bright.
Mine was bright right back at her.
“Damn, I wish you were here,” she said. “Having you here last weekend hasn’t done much for my patience. I know what I’m missing now whenever you’re not.”
“Across country right now, but not forever,” I told her.
“I want to feel you right back here,” she said, and her eyes were so beautiful. “I wish you were right here next to me.”
“Soon,” I said. “Soon, I will be. I’ll make sure I’m back next weekend.”
Her nod was perfect. Her grin was perfect to match, my balls tightening as my cock pulsed afresh.
“I can’t wait to see you,” she said. “I love you so much, Ollie.”
There is was again, something raw, something burning.
“I love you so much too, sweetheart,” I told her, and tipped my head to hers.
“I should sleep,” she said. “I’ve got plenty of work to sort out in the morning.”
“Goodnight, Maisie,” I told her. “I’ll get the Three Feathers booked in fresh.”
Her nod was gorgeous. “Goodnight, Ollie,” she said.
I watched her disappear with my smile still bright onscreen.
And then I flicked right back to my list of estate agency potentials. My shortlist was brewing just fine.
Chapter Thirty-One
Maisie
Freddie was still wearing his football shirt and shoes, the mud still smeared across his cheek as we headed up to my mum and dad’s place for dinner.
He kicked off his footwear in the porch before making his way in, marching on through to tell my dad just how hard he’d been kicking about with Robbie on the recreation ground. Dad gave me a wave before sinking into conversation with my little one, and I used the opportunity to head on through to the kitchen where Mum was busy stirring up boiled potatoes.
She grinned pretty damn bright as I headed on up to her and hugged her tight.
“Hey, sweetie,” she said. “How was your afternoon?”
I sat myself down at the table, leaning forward enough that my name badge pressed against the tablecloth. “Everyone in the world has been gossiping,” I admitted. “I’ve seen loads of them whispering.”
“Gossiping about Oliver?” she asked, and I recognised the twinkle in her eyes. “I’ve had a few questions shot my way, too.”
I spun to face her a little, overhearing Dad still chatting away with Freddie.
“There is so much to work out,” I whispered, and Mum tightened her apron up at the back before stepping forward and sitting herself down right next to me.
“Like what exactly?” she asked, and I let out my breath.
“Questions…” I told her. “Questions about what comes next. Oliver wants me to be with him. He says he’s sure it’s the future for both of us, round number two.”
Her nod was strong. “Good for Ollie,” she said. “And what about you? What do you think the future for both of you might look like?”
I shrugged, not quite sure how to answer.
Mum’s hand reached out and clutched mine, squeezing hard. “Believe me, Maisie,” she told me. “Whatever comes next for you is up to you. Follow your heart and find your groove, believe m
e you deserve it. So does Freddie.”
I really wanted to dig deep for more clarity, but with that Dad came on through with Freddie right next to him.
“You alright, love?” he asked and I nodded.
“Oliver helped Freddie with a nice big wheel toy this weekend,” I said, and Fred nodded.
“Yeah, he helped me make one. Really big, Grandad. Really big.”
“Oliver always was a smart sod,” Dad said with a laugh. “Believe me, Fred, he’ll show you loads more, I’m sure.”
Mum dished up the food and I took mine with a thanks. The soup smelled delicious as I dipped my spoon in and began to eat up.
“Ollie’s back next weekend,” I said aloud. “I’m sure he’ll be doing some more with the whizz sticks building.”
I loved how wide Fred’s smile grew. “Yes!” he said with an air punch, then started spooning his soup around the bowl. “I can’t wait to try some new builds with him. Maybe he’ll want to watch me train at football with dad before we get started.”
Mum’s eyes on mine spoke volumes, and so did Dad’s.
“We’ll have to see how busy he is,” I countered, but Freddie was chowing down his food by then.
He was back through to the living room, talking football some more with Dad when I helped Mum with the dishwasher.
“I’m nervous,” I admitted as we loaded up the utensils. “Genuinely, Mum, I’m really nervous. I mean Ollie’s life is down there, in the big smoke, and ours is up here, in the middle of quiet town life. It’s quite a contrast. I’m not quite sure what I’ll make of it.”
“You think you might really want to head to London?” she asked. “I mean his life really is something… I’m sure he has plenty he wants to offer you…” Her eyes were warm. “It’s something you’ll need to consider. For Fred, too. I mean, Oliver’s not going to want to relocate up here, is he? He couldn’t get away from here quickly enough way back when.”
“Very true.”
She leaned over to stack up the plates in the drawer. “He’s not going to want to keep dashing backwards and forwards across country for his business, is he? I guess you’ll have to make your decisions pretty quickly as life shapes up.”
“And potentially do it? Move down to London?” I whispered. “Me and Freddie, away from everyone else?”
She shrugged, seemingly not too exasperated. “If that’s what you think your future looks like. Weirder changes have happened for people, love. It’s still in the same country, at least. Maybe you’ll be the first in our family tree to bust out of this place.”
I shook my head. “Shit, Mum,” I breathed. “I’m not even sure what my future looks like. I mean I want Ollie. I want him so much. I love him so much… but this is home…”
“I get it, you love being here…” she finished. “But sometimes, sweetheart, we have to make big changes and take big risks to chase our dreams.”
“And what about Freddie’s dreams?” I asked. “What about his friends, and school and family? What about Robbie? And what about Freddie settling down into his football league with his teammates? What about his security? His routine? His everything?”
“That’s the decision you need to weigh up for yourself,” she told me. “It’s your heart. Your story. Your dreams to follow.”
I nodded. Trying my best to smile.
“I love him so much,” I said. “Believe me, I really do. I want to be with him so much.”
“But…” she prompted, and I let out a sigh.
“But I’m scared,” I said, and she pulled me in for a hug.
“We always liked Oliver,” she whispered. “Both me and your dad, I mean. We always thought he would be a good husband to our little Maisie.”
I squeezed her tight. “So did I. I still can’t believe how much I managed to mess it up. How much we both managed to mess it up.”
She pulled away to pinch my cheek, and her eyes were glowing happy. “Good job you did,” she said. “Otherwise we’d be without our sweet little Freddie monster, and there’s no room for that in this lifetime.”
I grinned back at her. “Very true,” I said. “Maybe this is a whole new fresh journey right for the taking. For both of us. Just as it was always destined to pan out, for both me and Freddie monster.”
And that’s when I decided to plough on forward with the organisational details.
“Ollie wants me to go along to an award event with him in London in a couple of weeks,” I told her. “I was hoping maybe you and Dad could have Freddie here with you if Rob turns out to be busy…”
Her nod was instant. “You know we’d love to. Fred staying here is always a great weekend.”
She was right. I did know they loved having Freddie over, which was just another potential downer in the idea of moving across country and increasing the distance between them.
We finished up with the dishwasher and headed on through to the living room where I settled down next to Fred and watched the rest of some new game show Dad was cheering along with, and I was comfortable here. Well and truly comfortable here.
A settled girl, in her settled life, smiling along with her parents and her little boy in their sweet little settled life.
Could I really leave this behind? Totally behind?
Could I really pull Freddie away from a world like this and start over, in the big scary smoke of London City?
I guess I’d have to find out sooner rather than too much later.
London visit, here I came.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Oliver
I was aching to be back with her, driving across country on Friday evening like a man on a mission. The week had crawled by, interspersed with a drip feed of nightly video calls to keep my patience in check, but I was aching for more. So much fucking more.
I’d booked myself back into the Three Feathers, craving another stint in the suite. With her. Of course with her.
But I wasn’t sure I’d get such a clear weekend with her this time around, not with Freddie already destined for a night with her parents the following weekend when she was due along with me down in London.
Still, I’d take every minute she had available.
I let her know I was back in town by message as soon as I checked in, but knew full well she’d likely be busy with supper. I dumped my case upstairs in the suite then headed straight back down to the bar for a pint, pinging Ryan soon afterwards to see if he was around for a quick drink and a catch up.
He was.
His handshake was as solid as ever as he found me out in the bar area, his grin solid to match as he slapped my shoulder.
“And here he is again,” he said. “Oliver Kent, the returning business icon, always hanging out in the posh venue. You could always sleep on my sofa, you know. You need only ask.”
“I’m not sure Maisie would want to sleep on your sofa alongside me somehow,” I said, and smirked as he raised his eyebrows.
“Jesus, Kent.” His smile was quite taken aback. “I heard you guys were hitting it off again pretty sharp, but I thought a chunk of that was just gossip…”
I shrugged. “Not a lot of gossip in it. We’re back on, well and truly. I’m not planning on any confusion with my intentions anytime soon.”
He shrugged right back. “Good for you. I just hope Sawyer manages to live with it, preferably before he hunts you down every time you’re in a hundred mile radius.”
Sawyer was the least of my concerns, but I didn’t feel the need to voice it.
Instead I turned my attention to the ideas I’d intended for discussion in our quick catch up. I’d been having a few of them over the passing week – ideas for Ryan Neil and his business potential along with mine.
“How’s work coming along? Still battling with the host of projects?” I asked and he shrugged afresh.
“So so,” he said. “Carl’s got some big ideas for Brighton, but I really don’t think it’s my bag. Not with Kai already going down there to start it up.”
“
Kai as in the guy next door to Maisie?” I asked, and Ryan nodded.
“That’s him. Youngish lad. Quite a character.”
The guy next door to Maisie hadn’t struck me as being a mature salesman, not that it was any business of mine to ponder.
“I have some ideas for you,” I told him, starting up the discussion. “I’ve been focused on the current test system for years, but I want more than that. I want Naomi and Sean out of my business, for good.” I couldn’t hold back my smirk as he stared over the top of his beer at me.
“What do you want that’s more than that and getting Naomi and Sean out of your business?” he asked.
“I have ideas,” I said. “Ideas for inventions I want to add to my portfolio. I’ll need someone to help me take them to market. Someone I trust.”
He nodded along with me, saying nothing.
“Like you,” I pushed. “Someone like you to help me take them to market.”
His eyes widened. “Someone like me starting up with some new inventions? Jesus, Kent, it’s been a long time since I’ve been genuinely head hunted.”
I downed some of my beer before carrying on. “My technical sales director was good but didn’t turn out to be quite so loyal when he was bedding Naomi. I’m not planning on trusting anyone unworthy again anytime soon.”
“I wouldn’t be doing anything nearly that unworthy anytime this lifetime,” he offered and held up his hands. “Some people can be real cunts.”
He wasn’t wrong there.
“Just as well he did,” I said, regardless. “I’m pleased we’re done. He’s welcome to her.”
“Pleased you can start over without them?” he asked. “You planning on taking Maisie back down there with you eventually? I mean you’ll need her down there with you, right? If that’s where your company is.”
I nodded. “That’s my intention, but we’ll see. The sooner the better ideally.”
His shock was obvious. “You’re already planning on moving Maisie and her boy down to London? For real?”
“If she has any desire whatsoever to come with me,” I said. “But that’s not a certainty for now, and definitely not a certainty to land on Sawyer’s ears a second before it’s time.”
