by Chapple, GL
Her cheeks were rosy, and she looked embarrassed, but she sat on the chair and smiled. “So, what are we doing?”
I was back in work, but it wasn’t providing the distraction that I’d hoped for. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to do this anymore. My heart hadn’t been in it since the day that we’d lost Lindsay and almost lost Nate. Nate had left the police force a few weeks later: he’d handed his notice in and gone to work with Paul. They had set up another gym, a newer, more modern establishment and it was doing well for them. They’d asked me if I wanted in on it but I’d been hesitant, unsure how I’d be of benefit to them, or if that was what I wanted.
I’d spent almost three hours at my desk on paperwork, and I was fed up. Anything seemed better than this! I checked the clock one last time, pleased to see that the shift was almost over. I felt my phone vibrate and slid it out to read the message.
Chinese or Indian?
I smiled as I typed out a quick reply. Things had felt a little off kilter for a day or so but we were back to normal now.
For tonight? Or in general?
Tonight. I’ll pick it up on the way home. Is Kelly around?
Nope. Happy with either – you decide.
I slipped my phone back into my pocket and began to clear my desk, feeling much happier than I had been a few minutes before.
I called in at the gym after work and caught up with Nate and Paul, his co-owner. They’d become good friends now and Paul was a great guy: I knew how good he’d been to Lena.
I showered when I got home and was flicking through the channels, looking for something to watch, when I heard the door and glanced at the time. I met Maddie at the front door, taking the food from her and grinning at her in her nurse’s uniform.
“I’ll just quickly shower and change. I’ll be a few minutes.”
I nodded, even though I’d have been happy with her staying in her uniform. I went into the kitchen and began dishing out the food, opened a bottle of beer for myself and poured her a large glass of wine.
She was only a few minutes. She came back downstairs wearing the smallest pyjamas I’d ever seen. The shorts barely covered her arse, and she was wearing a thin top - with no bra. Her hair had been towel dried but hung damp and wavy around her face. I moved so that I was standing behind the breakfast bar. Fuck me! I scrubbed my hands over my face and painfully adjusted myself.
“Food’s out. I’m just going to get comfortable, too.” I muttered as I walked past her, catching a glimpse of a smile.
Oh, we can both play hardball, baby.
I went upstairs and stripped out of my jeans and shirt. Not bothering with a top, I slipped my legs into a loose pair of tracksuit trousers. They hung low on my waist, and I’d seen her reaction the last time I’d worn them. I smirked to myself and walked downstairs.
She was on tiptoe, trying to reach into a cupboard, when I walked into the room. I crept up behind her and placed my hands on her hips,
“Let me help you,” I murmured, listening to the air leave her in a rushed breath.
I lifted her up, and, once she’d reached the top, I slowly lowered her, holding her close to me so she practically slid down my body.
“Uh, thanks.” She turned and stepped out of my hold, hitting herself against the worktop as she did so.
“Be careful,” I said as I reached out to rub her back.
“I’m good. It’s alright.” She darted out from beside me and moved to sit on the stool by the breakfast bar.
I stood the other side, opposite her and leaned against the worktop. We were in silence. I moved the food around my plate. I was hungry as fuck, but the last thing on my mind right now was food. I caught her stealing glances at my abs as she fidgeted in her chair. The atmosphere was charged, thick with desire.
She raised her eyes to look at me, and our gazes collided as I watched her. Realising that she’d been caught staring, she dropped her eyes back to her food, picked up her glass and downed a large gulp of wine. Her confidence from earlier seemed to be deserting her, but she’d started this game. She’d made the first move, and I was happy to play.
“So, you…uh…work out much to keep yourself in shape?” she asked without looking up.
“Yeah, I like to build up a good sweat.”
She bit her lip, and my cock twitched. “What about you? Do you like getting all hot and sweaty?”
“I don’t exercise as much as I should.”
“Did I mention exercise?”
She looked up, her eyes revealing so many emotions at once – amusement, uncertainty, fear but above all – lust; then she looked down at her food but didn’t pick up her cutlery, instead reaching for her wine, which she downed with a few long gulps.
“What are we doing?” she whispered.
I walked around and stood in front of her. “You started this. You can’t walk around the house looking like this-”
Her face fell, and I reached out and caught her chin, lifting it so I could see into her eyes, which now looked troubled and upset. “You can’t walk around looking like this because I have a hard enough time trying to control myself as it is. You are incredible, Mads. You are driving me crazy.”
She smiled weakly. “You’re doing the same to me.”
I ran my hand up the back of her neck, tangling it gently in her hair at the base and tugging her head gently back. She flinched, just for a second, and I leaned forward, pressing my lips softly against hers and running my tongue along the seam as she opened, inviting me in. I moved forward to stand between the thighs of her open legs. I kissed her slowly and leisurely, sweeping my tongue along her lips and tangling gently. She tasted of wine, want and need. Her lips were just as soft and plump as I’d imagined. I swallowed her moan and felt her arch forward, pushing her breasts against me. I pulled back, pleased with the whimper that escaped her.
“I don’t want to mess this up, Maddie. I need to know that you want this too - that this isn’t just a fuck. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Fucking without emotions is the only way to avoid hurt. I can’t do relationships.”
“We’re already in a relationship. This just changes the definition. There are emotions involved already. I don’t know where this could go, but I’m willing to try. I need to know where you stand.”
She was wavering, “I don’t know if I’m ready…I don’t know if you’re…”
I cut her off with another kiss, a harder, firmer, more demanding kiss that forced her to stop talking and relax in my arms.
“You make me feel alive. You make me want more. You make me want to try.”
She wrapped her hand around my neck and pulled me back to her and I allowed her to control the kiss for a few minutes before wrapping my arms around her and lifting her off the stool. I carried her through to the kitchen table and released her, sliding her down my body again and holding her against me, allowing her to feel how hard she’d got me already.
She stood in front of me; her chest was heaving and flushed, as were her cheeks. Her eyes were sparkling and her lips already swollen from our kisses.
“Don’t move.” I commanded.
Her brows furrowed, but she stood still as I walked around her, stood behind her and ran my fingers up both of her arms. She shivered and I loved how turned on she was already.
“I bet those little shorts are soaking for me already aren’t they?” I whispered into her ear, nipping on the lobe and grinning as she exhaled sharply.
I ran my hands through her hair, twisting it and holding it with my right hand so I could tilt her head. She moved without hesitation, exposing her neck to me. I kissed her, softly at first before increasing the pressure, feeling myself get impossibly harder with each moan and whimper. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head to the left, concentrating my attention on the other side as I felt her sinking into my body. I brought my mouth close to her other ear and spoke gruffly, anticipating the reaction I was going to get.
“Baby, you should have known, the minute I sa
w you looking like this, you were the only thing I was going to be eating tonight.”
I heard her gasp as she sagged against me, pushing her arse back against the hard bulge in my trousers. I caught her by the shoulders and walked her two steps back before catching her around the waist and lifting her, positioning her on top of the dining table.
“Marcus?”
“Lay back.” She did as I asked. “Hold here.” I put her hands around the table legs, and she raised her head to look at me. “Back,” I warned, as she moved one arm. She paused for a second before placing her arm back where I’d shown her. “Hold on.” I held her legs and pulled her down the table so that her arms were stretched out behind her and her arse was right at the edge of the table.
I didn’t need to do too much - she was already frustrated. I ran my hands lightly over her body. The way her body responded to me stroked my ego, as she whimpered and arched, seeking out my touch. I stood between her legs and leaned forward, sucking her nipple through the thin material. I slipped my fingers inside her top and felt her stomach muscles clench as I traced my fingers over her body. I slid her top higher, exposing her to me and taking her nipple into my mouth, teasing it to point before releasing and doing the same to the other one. I continued to touch her, wanting my hands all over her. Her breathing was erratic. I moved my hands down past her waist and hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her tiny shorts, my new favourite item of her clothing. I pulled, and she lifted her arse off the table, granting me access. Her eyes were screwed tightly closed now though, as if she were nervous. I kissed her navel, travelling up and peppering kisses up her body and across to her collarbone. Once I was close to her face I said. “You look amazing. You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this. You’re even more perfect than I could have imagined.” My voice was husky. I wanted her so badly I was finding it hard to go slow and concentrate. I moved back down her body, the scent of her arousal making my cock ache. I kissed her and ran my tongue between her thighs, and I felt her body jerk as I gently ran my tongue along the crease to the side of her glistening pink pussy. Her breathing was ragged now, audible in the silence of the room.
“I ca…I can’t…” I stopped and looked up.
Fuck! I’d pushed too hard. I’d told her to come to me and then had lost my damn mind when I’d seen her in her tiny pyjamas. I backed off instantly.
“It’s Ok.”
“No!” She raised her head, and I could see the regret forming in her eyes. Fucking hell! “I’m sorry.” I turned.
“Marcus! No!” I twisted back to look at her. “No, please…I want this…God – I fucking need this…I just…I don’t want you to be disappointed…I can’t…”
“Maddie, It’s fine,” I interrupted her. It was anything but fine, but it was my fault.
“I can’t climax,” She blurted out, and then bit her lip.
What? I was not expecting that! “What?”
“I can’t…” Her cheeks were flaming now, and she wouldn’t meet my eyes. “I can’t even give myself an orgasm. I don’t know what’s going on with me.”
The relief I felt that she wasn’t stopping me was immeasurable. I started to laugh, and she raised her eyes, shooting me daggers. She moved her legs to try and get up, but I grabbed her, holding them in place.
“Uh-uh baby. So, you’re not telling me to stop? You’re giving me warning in case I can’t get you off?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
She jutted out her chin, clearly pissed off that I’d laughed at her. Jesus! How long had it been since she’d had an orgasm? No wonder she had so much pent-up frustration.
“Are you telling me to stop?” I asked again. She frowned and shook her head. “So, I’m good to continue?” I asked with a smirk, and she rolled her eyes, laying herself back against the table. “Hands.” I said and smiled as she complied.
I ran my tongue over her again, warming her back up again. Within minutes, the tension in her body had eased. I looked up so I could watch her reaction as I slowly pushed a finger inside her. She was soaking: my finger slid in easily, and I quickly added another, curling the tips over as I moved them in a slow and steady motion. Her lips had parted, her breathing had slowed, but her breaths were deep now. I kept the rhythm of my fingers whispered close to her ear, “I’ll get you there, baby. Trust me.” She moaned, and I kissed her, sliding my tongue in and tangling with hers, our tongues moving in unison with my fingers. I sucked on her bottom lip, biting down gently. She moved her hand and I felt her reach for me, finding and stroking my cock through my trousers. I bit down harder, not enough to hurt her, and I heard her guttural moan. Fuck! I don’t think I’d ever been as turned on in my life.
I moved my fingers and heard her sigh moments before I replaced them with my tongue. Her back bucked off the table, arching sharply as I ran my tongue straight over her. I swirled my tongue, circling and allowing my stubble to softly graze her clit; she let out a whimper each time and my cock was throbbing. I ran my tongue over her, plunging it into her and tasting her. I added my fingers again as I focused my tongue on her clit. She was shaking, her legs trembling beneath me, and I knew how close she was. “Come for me, baby, I want to taste you on my tongue.” Her body was tensing, I could feel her walls spasm around me as I sucked hard on her clit, rubbing my stubble over it again and again and nibbling gently as I moved my fingers faster and faster.
“Fuuuuck!” The word was torn from her as her whole body tensed and arched towards me. I kept the movement as she rode out her orgasm on my hand. Her body flopped back, sated and spent, against the table.
“Sorry, beautiful, no time to relax.”
She smiled, even with her eyes closed as I caught her hips and pulled her slightly further down the table. I positioned myself at her entrance before remembering the condom and reaching down into the pocket of my trousers.
Yeah - I was an arrogant bastard. The minute she’d walked down in those pyjamas it had been game over. The only way she wasn’t going to get fucked was if she told me she didn’t want it... She knew exactly what she was doing in that little outfit.
I slid slowly into her, giving her a moment to adjust before I began to move, rolling my hips as I set a slow and steady rhythm to begin with. She began to lift her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust. I lifted her legs, hooking them on my shoulders as I drove into her, the angle allowing for deep penetration that had her crying out to God and cursing like a sailor. I sped up, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust in and out of her.
“Marcus, I ca..I ca…”
I moved one hand and used my thumb to rub her clit again, starting gently in case she was sore. Her eyes snapped open, and she shook her head.
“You can and you will, baby. The taste of you on my tongue is fucking exquisite. I want to feel you all over my cock.”
“Harder,” she murmured, and it was like music to my ears.
I pounded in and out of her. I saw her biting down on her lip and tried to force myself to hold on. Her mouth dropped open, her legs tensing and squeezing as she came hard, my name barely decipherable on her lips. I finally let go, slamming into her and giving into my own needs as I hit my climax. I moved her legs down from my shoulders, draping them back over the table edge as I leaned forward, resting my head against her chest. Her heart was going a million miles an hour. I liked listening to it and knowing I was the reason for it. I slowly raised my head to look at her, needing to check that she was ok. Her eyes were glazed over and droopy; she gave me a small smile and I kissed her lips.
“I’d have liked to have kept you for dessert, but you’ll always be the main course if you walk around in tiny outfits, or give me those fuck-me eyes.”
Her eyes went wide. “I did not.”
“The hell you didn’t! You knew exactly what you were doing coming down here in the smallest shorts I’ve ever seen and no fucking bra! Jesus, woman!” I shook my head, and she laughed, quietly at first, before it turned into a belly laugh that had both of us shaking.
/> “I’m still naked you know. Now’s not the time for the giggles. You could give a guy a complex.”
“The only complex you’ll have is a God complex.”
“You called me him enough,” I replied cockily.
I walked into the downstairs toilet to dispose of the condom and pick up a cloth and some tissue to clean her up. As I walked back in, the door slammed, and Maddie jumped, holding her hand over her chest. “Shit!” she shrieked.
“Hey, it’s alright. It’s just the door.”
“I thought it was Kelly! Oh, my God, quick! I need to get myself sorted.” She jumped off the table and began frantically looking for her clothes whilst I stood watching her.
“As entertaining as this is, Kelly isn’t coming home tonight.”
She stopped and looked at me. “She’s not?”
“Nope.” I gave her a smug grin as I handed across the cloth and tissue.
She gathered her clothes under her arms. “You knew when I ordered the food she was out for the night?”
“Nope,” I answered with a wider grin. “I sent her a text when I went upstairs to change.”
Realisation dawned on her face. “You asked if she was coming home, or told her not to?”
“I told her that, if she came back tonight, she was likely to see you sprawled out over the dining table. I strongly advised that she stayed at Carl’s. She took my suggestion.”
“You’re an arrogant arse, you know that? Please tell me you didn’t really say that!”
“Something along those lines. Come on! Come talk shit with me on the sofa.”- I snatched the pyjamas out of her hand and threw them into the other room, -“And you won’t need those.” She squealed with laughter as I grabbed her around the waist and threw her over my shoulder to carry her into the other room.
I woke and checked the time before resting my head back against the pillow and looking up at the ceiling. I waited for the usual feelings of guilt and remorse to hit me. I still felt guilty - to a lesser degree than usual - but the guilt was still there, although there was no remorse or regret. The following morning, despite showering before going to bed, I’d usually jumped straight in the shower in an effort to wash away both the reminders of the previous night, and bad feelings, but I didn’t want to do that this morning. I didn’t need to. The thought of Maddie made a small smile tug at my lips despite my sadness. I took a deep breath and exhaled.
