by Kat Mizera
“You want to come, baby?”
She moaned again, nodding.
I pulled my fingers out of her and brought them to her mouth. “Then lick my fingers clean first.”
Her lips parted and her little pink tongue snaked out. She licked every drop of her arousal off my two fingers and I took a minute to fuck her mouth with them because it was so damn hot. Then I pulled them out of her mouth and slipped them back inside her panties. She was even wetter now, so my fingers slid right into her and I’d barely pumped in and out a couple times before she gasped and jerked against me. She rode my fingers through her orgasm, her lips fastened to mine as if attached with a magnet.
“That’s what I like to see,” I said when she finally collapsed against me.
“How do you do this to me?” she demanded, though her voice was barely a whisper.
“You’re beautiful and sexy, and touching you makes me all kinds of happy,” I told her.
We sat there for a few minutes before she stirred, sitting up so she could look at me. “I totally owe you—”
“You owe me nothing,” I said, easing her off my lap and getting up. I adjusted myself because I was still bone-hard. “This isn’t a contest.”
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“Home.” I held out my hands to her and she got up. “Sixteen-year-old Tore has a curfew. And anyway, Ian and Everly are going to be home soon. So I’m going too.”
“When will I see you?”
“I’ll call you tomorrow to see about the escape room.”
“So what happens on date number three?” she asked.
“Third base plus,” I said, nodding.
“Plus? Plus what?”
“It’s a secret.” I looped my arm around her shoulder and we walked out to my Ferrari.
“Tonight was fun,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“The next date will be more fun,” I whispered back.
She chuckled.
“Do I get to be eighteen-year-old Tore next time?” I joked.
“That makes me nineteen, so sure. I wasn’t a virgin anymore at that point.”
“Good to know.” I kissed her once more, with lots of tongue and one hand palming her ass, before getting in my car and heading home. I needed to jerk off before my cock exploded from frustration.
The irony was that I’d been having less sex now that I kind of had a girlfriend than I’d ever had when I was single. There was something wrong with this picture, but I smiled to myself anyway.
We did the escape room the next night and it was a blast. Margot had a journalist’s mind so she was curious about everything in the room, looking at every detail and noticing things I never would have. It was great since we were competing against a group of rowdy teenagers and we beat them time-wise by a lot. I hadn’t known what to expect from the game itself, but I’d had a feeling we’d have a good time together, and I’d been right.
“Escape room champs!” Margot said as we got in my Ferrari.
“I didn’t make dinner reservations because I didn’t know how long we’d be or what we’d be in the mood for,” I told her. “Do you have a preference?”
“I’m easy,” she said. “We can even do takeout and go back to the house.”
I cut my glance over to her. “Uh, no. This is grown-up time. You know I adore Gracie, but if we do takeout, the only house we’re going to is mine.”
She chewed her lip thoughtfully. “That sounds like fun.”
“Italian? Chinese? What’s your pleasure?”
“Chinese.”
“Okay. You want to call and order and we can pick it up?”
“Sure.”
Thirty minutes later, we were at my apartment and I thanked my lucky stars my cleaning service had come yesterday. Otherwise, the place was usually a mess. I hadn’t made my bed or anything, but at least the bathrooms and kitchen were clean.
“I’ve never been here before,” she said, looking around. “We’ve been friends for a year and you’ve never invited me over.”
I chuckled, putting our food out on the kitchen table. “Well, you friend-zoned me from the beginning, so there was no reason to, I guess.”
“Well, you’re definitely no longer in the friend zone.”
Our eyes met and we both grinned.
“I guess that means there’s a reason to be here now.”
13
Margot
It was strange being here at his place, but it wasn’t a bad thing. The last ten days or so had been wonderful. Even with everything going on with Gracie, Tore had been sweet, attentive, and really patient with me. I was starting to think I’d been silly to have pushed him away for so long.
We settled at his small dining room table and dug into our dinner. It smelled wonderful and I scooped some chicken fried rice onto my plate happily. I was one of those women who’d always felt weird eating in front of a date, but it wasn’t like that with Tore. He wasn’t a judgmental asshole, not like most of the guys I’d dated.
“Do we need to be home in the morning to have breakfast with Gracie?” he asked as he took a bite of General Tso’s chicken.
“I think we get a pass this time,” I said. “Since it’s our first sleepover, Everly said she’d distract Gracie and maybe they’d go out to breakfast.”
“She and Ian are the best,” Tore said, nodding.
“They are.” I looked around. “So how long have you lived here?”
“Two years or so,” he said. “I lived with Zaan for a while but then we decided we were old enough to get places of our own. I thought about buying a house, but I’m not great with money, so I figured I’d wait a bit.”
“How come?”
“How come what? I’m not good with money?” He shrugged, putting another bite in his mouth and swallowing before he continued. “I don’t know. I guess ’cause I never imagined I’d make the kind of money I do and I just want all the things.”
“Like a Ferrari?” I grinned at him.
“Exactly. I also travel all summer. I golf as much as I can. I like hitting the casinos sometimes, though it’s not really about gambling as much as hanging out with the high rollers and partying. It just winds up costing a fortune.”
“You need a budget,” I said. “You figure out how much your necessities cost, how much play money you can afford, and stick to it.”
He made a face.
“I can help you,” I said. “I mean, it’s not hard. I’ve lived on a budget my entire adult life. In college, I had almost nothing and I survived. I’m sure you can survive on your salary.”
“I can survive, I just buy dumb shit.”
“Well, if you ever want to set up an actual budget, let me know and we’ll work on it.”
“Once I start getting paid again, mid-October, maybe we can talk about it.”
“Okay.”
“So I have two weeks until training camp starts. I was thinking maybe we could take Gracie to Disneyland. Has she ever been?”
I turned to him, narrowing my eyes slightly. “Didn’t you just say you spend money on unnecessary things?”
“Well, yeah, but this isn’t unnecessary. We can’t go anywhere once hockey season starts.”
“But we don’t need to go anywhere,” I protested mildly. “And if we go with Gracie, there won’t be any sexy times at night because she’s too little for her own room.”
“She’s not too little for her own bedroom. We can rent an apartment or something.”
“Tore, you don’t have to take me on trips or try to impress my daughter.”
He snorted. “I’m sorry, are you familiar with Princess Penalty Box? The one who has a schedule for whose turn it is to lose to her at Candy Land?”
I laughed. “Well, yes, she is a bit sassy, but that doesn’t mean you need to take her to Disney. And honestly, I can’t afford it.”
“But I can. And I want to. Come on, say yes. We can have regular dates once hockey season starts, but we can’t go
away or anything because I won’t have time.”
I hesitated but I wasn’t sure why. He could afford it, we’d already slept together, and the fact that he wanted to include Gracie meant the world to me.
“Come on, you know you want to.” He paused. “Have you ever been to Disney?”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“That’s it, we’re definitely going.”
“You’re a hard man to refuse.”
He met my gaze. “You’ve been doing it for nearly a year.”
“Well, that’s all over now.” I speared a piece of his chicken. “How spicy is this?”
“Not as spicy as tonight is going to be.” His eyes twinkled with mischief and I feigned innocence.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Have you been wearing a plug?”
I shook my head. “Not since that night. Between Gracie being in the hospital and stuff, I forgot all about it.”
“You should start again.”
My heart skipped a beat. Just thinking about all that got me a little hot and bothered.
“Your cheeks are pink,” he teased. “That turns you on, huh?”
“Duh.”
“Well, I’ll see what I can do about that.”
“Should we, um, talk about Fantasy Night?”
“What about it?”
“You know I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Well, yeah. That’s why it’s called Fantasy Night.”
“No, I mean, that’s not my thing. I don’t want to be in some kind of triad or whatever in a real-life relationship.”
“Me either.” He put his fork down and wiped his mouth. “What’s really on your mind, Margot? Just say it so we can discuss it. My ex had a lot of preconceived notions about me because I’m a little kinky, but she wouldn’t ever spell them out, and in the end, that’s what broke us up. So if there’s something specific worrying you, just ask me.”
“I’m not afraid you’re in the closet,” I said gently, since I knew that had been the biggest issue between him and Jen. “I’m afraid you’re going to want a kinkier lifestyle than I’m used to.”
“Define kinkier.”
“Threesomes.”
“Absolutely not. I’d be jealous as fuck if some other guy was fucking my woman the way we did that night.”
“So, um, you’re not interested in having a threesome with another woman?”
“You mean me, you, and some random other chick?” He shook his head. “Been there, done that. More than once. And I’m not trying to make you feel bad. But what do you think I’ve been doing all these years that I’ve been single and on the road? It’s been wild, but I’m kinda done. Yeah, I still like to have fun, but I’m good with one woman, babe. And right now, that’s you. You don’t have to worry about anything like that.”
“Then while we’re being open about everything, let’s talk about the bi-curious stuff.”
“It’s exactly what it sounds like. I love everything about sex. I really do. So it kind of made sense that I was curious about men’s bodies almost as much as women’s. Ass play is one of my favorite things. When you hear guys talk about rubbing against the prostate? It’s real and it feels fucking amazing. Do I need it every time? No. But did I want to explore a little more, beyond just kissing? Yeah. And now I’ve done it. I sucked a guy’s dick and I’ll be honest in saying it wasn’t my favorite. Fun and hot in the moment, but going forward, I’m far more interested in going down on you.”
“You’re sure?” My voice was soft. “Because I’m not Jen. And if you give me your word that it was a once-and-done thing, I’m not bringing it up again.”
He reached across the table and took my hands in his. “You have my word. I would never do that to anyone, least of all you. That’s not to say we might not get drunk again some night and both make out with some guy. But anything that ever happens would be us together, somewhere like Club Inferno. We’re not ever inviting anyone home with us or anything like that. And only if we talked about it and both were into it. Okay?”
“Okay.” I wanted to ask him why he thought we’d go to a sex club together, but then I remembered how much fun it had been. Why wouldn’t we do something like that ever again?
“What?” he asked, watching my face.
“I’m not super confident about my own…kink,” I admitted. “I liked all that stuff we did, and I’m really looking forward to doing anal again, but it all makes me nervous.”
“Oh, babe, no.” He got up from where he’d been sitting and came around to me, squatting so he was looking up at me. “I don’t ever want you to be nervous with me. Not about sex or anything else. We’ll figure out what you like, what you don’t like. I think I have a pretty good idea but you can always, always, say no. Or ask me to slow down. Or anything. The thought of a woman being scared of me in bed is one of my worst nightmares.”
“I’m not scared of you,” I said quickly. “I know you’d stop and wouldn’t force me to do anything I didn’t want to do. The issue is more about me. About disappointing you.”
“You’ll give me head any time I want it—within reason, of course?”
I chuckled. “Oh, yeah.”
“Then we’re good. Really. Having a beautiful woman suck my cock is the hottest, sexiest thing out there to me.”
“You, uh, want to practice? You know, in case you’re not totally positive it’s your favorite?”
He laughed but his eyes darkened with undisguised lust. “I’ll take head over Chinese food any day.” He stood up and held out his hand to me.
I followed him to the bedroom and he simply dropped his shorts. He was already hard and it really turned me on that I could turn him on just by talking about a blow job. It had never been my favorite before Fantasy Night, though I’d done it out of obligation. Now my mouth watered a little. Everything was so different with Tore. Not just because he was tall and built and hung. Not just because he was nice to my daughter. And definitely not just because he could make me come in a thousand different ways.
It was different because we were different. This thing between us was so new yet so familiar, while simultaneously fresh and exciting and sexy as hell. I wanted to touch him all the time. Depriving myself at this point would be not just impossible, but almost painful.
I dropped to my knees and wrapped my hand around him, stroking slowly up and down a few times, preparing both of us. For what, well, that was pretty obvious, but it felt like I needed a few seconds to get in the right mindset. I glanced up at him and there was a soft smile on his face as he watched me.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, “and never more so than when your lips are wrapped around my cock.”
Oh, yeah, he knew me so well already. I did just that, taking a couple of inches into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the head. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft before taking him in my mouth again, sucking hard this time. His sharp intake of breath made my girlie parts clench in anticipation and I sucked harder, bobbing my head back and forth as I worked him. I used one hand to follow the motion of my mouth and the other to squeeze and caress his balls.
He’d planted his feet as I continued to suck and lick, one hand resting lightly in my hair.
“Can you take more?” he asked quietly.
I cut my eyes up to his and moved away slightly. “I want to take it all… I’m just not sure I can.”
“Have you deep-throated before?”
I shook my head slightly.
“Want me to teach you?”
14
Tore
I watched her face carefully as I waited for her answer. There was her usual indecision when it came to trying new things, so I wasn’t gonna push it, but I practically held my breath as I waited for her to decide. When she finally nodded, I gripped a bit of her hair.
“I’ll help you, okay? Just breathe through your nose and relax your throat. I won’t keep it in there long, so you can get
used to it. Just tap my thigh if it’s too much, okay?”
“Okay.” She’d pulled away and was looking at my dick a little skeptically now.
“Close your eyes and don’t think so much. Just feel and enjoy.”
Her eyes fluttered closed and she opened her mouth. I moved in slowly, pumping in and out a few times as she closed her lips around me. Damn, she felt good. She gave excellent head but she was tentative, as if unsure of herself. I needed more, though, and my gut told me she’d love it once I convinced her she made me happy. Both in the bedroom and out.
“Relax,” I whispered, using my hand to hold her head still as I pushed a little deeper. I took my time, moving out and back in, going a little further each time. Her eyes were still closed and she didn’t seem distressed, so I kept going. It was taking a lot of restraint at this point because I wanted to hit the back of her throat and shoot off until she gagged. It was a guy thing, but I had to let her get to that point, so I took a breath and pushed forward again.
Her mouth was hot and wet, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. She really did suck like a dream and I couldn’t wait to see how much further she’d go, so I pushed a little deeper. She coughed when I hit the back of her throat, but I held her still, taking a couple of seconds to enjoy it before pulling out again.
“That was fucking amazing,” I said. “Exactly how I love it. Next time I bottom out, I’m going to come. Are you okay with that?”
She looked up at me and licked her lips. “Do it.”
There it was, the other side of Margot that made me so fucking hot.
I started pumping in and out of her mouth roughly now, fisting a handful of her hair as I held her. The first tingles of my orgasm were racing down my spine and I slammed all the way in as I shot off. She gagged but I couldn’t stop, pulsing in her mouth over and over.
Her grip on my thigh got a little more insistent and I immediately pulled back, breathing hard.
