by Bree Verity
“I bet you do.” He sat back and undid the button and fly of her jeans, never dropping eye contact. Penny shuddered with the intensity of his expression. She lifted her butt and he slid her jeans and her underwear down to her knees, and one thumb started to circle her clitoris.
She was trapped under him. He had total control of her. And she couldn’t think of anywhere else she would rather be, anyone else she wanted to strum her body. A breathless laugh passed her lips. “Why have we never done this before?” she breathed.
“I don’t know,” he replied, working on his own button and fly as he continued to ply her clit with sensation. “We should have.” He finally worked his fly down then grasped his cock at the base. Penny was pleased to see it was long and hard and wide, with a huge red tip that was already glistening with moisture. She licked her lips.
He flicked his cock against her clitoris, sending delicious sparks through her with each flick. And while she couldn’t see it, Penny could hear that between them, their moisture made sucking noises with each flick. He rubbed his own length and his eyes closed. She wondered if he was as close to orgasm as she was. His fingers had disappeared into her opening, three of them, and she reveled in the movement inside and out of her. She grasped his forearms, and his eyes flew open. “It’s time, Marc. I want you in me,” she said. He didn’t need to be told twice.
He pulled a foil packet from the pocket of his jeans and ripped it open, handing the sheath to Penny. She slid it on, taking the opportunity to run her hand up and down his magnificent length several times before he pushed her hand away, and positioned his cock at her opening. Still masturbating her clitoris, he slowly pushed his way into her, waiting as her body adjusted itself to his girth. She whimpered and gyrated underneath him, anxious to feel his length all the way inside her. She groaned when their pelvis’ met and clenched her internal muscles to hold him tight inside.
“God, don’t do that, you’ll have me finished before we’ve even started.” He gave her a startled smile, and she winked at him.
“We can’t have that, now, can we?”
With one swift movement, he pulled back and then slammed into her, and she gasped with the pleasure. His cock stretched her, touching every ‘g’ and ‘e’ spot she had. Smiling, he replied cheekily, “No, we cannot, young lady. Now behave.”
She jutted out her bottom lip. “Behave? But I want to be naughty.” She reached up to gently pinch his right nipple, and his sharp intake of breath made her laugh gently. He raised his eyebrows.
“Laughing, are we? Well, I think I know how to take care of that.”
With that, he rolled his hips backwards and forwards, increasing in speed, moving in and out of her channel smoothly and firmly. He held his chest above her on his strong arms, and she clasped him around the biceps as she had the breath knocked out of her with every thrust. She closed her eyes but knew that he was watching her face. She heard his murmur, “God I want to see you come so badly, Pen. Come for me.”
Her breaths shortened, and all she could feel, all she knew were the sensations of her body - his cock pounding into her, his wicked fingers still working her clitoris, and his hot breath on her, whispering the words, “Come Pen. Come for me. Do it baby.”
She exploded, white hot light behind her eyes, every muscle tightening. She opened her mouth and moaned, long and loud, shocking herself with the sound of her own orgasm. Her back arched, her feet flat against the floor, pushing her up pelvis against his.
Marc continued to ride her, his head ducked down looking at where their two bodies met. She could feel his movements becoming erratic, hear his breathing change and his muttered, “Oh yes,” before she opened her eyes and saw his perfect face open in orgasm, his mouth wide and his eyes screwed closed, his hair falling across his sweat beaded forehead, and she felt herself gathering for another orgasm, this one not anywhere near as strong as the first, but still, bringing her to a screaming, shivering completion.
Marc let his body fall across Penny, who clasped her arms around his lower back. He breathed fast, but recovered quickly, lifting his head to look at her with a lazy smile on his face. “So, how was that?”
She smiled back at him. “Worked for me. What about you?”
“Oh yes. Worked for me too.” He let his head fall against her shoulder, before he pulled himself off her. She felt robbed of his warmth. “Where are you going?”
“Looking for my shirt so I can go home.”
Penny was confused. That was it? He was just going to fuck her and then take off?
Then he gave her a naughty smile, and said, “I’m really hoping you’ll follow me.”
There was nowhere she would rather be, but she put her hands under her head and replied nonchalantly, “I could possibly do that.”
“You’d better,” he said, putting his hands over her exposed breasts. “I’m going to need to explore this body a whole lot more before the night is out.”
She shivered with excitement, her body already gathering itself for its next sexual adventure. “Just let me get dressed, and we’ll go.”
Marc’s house was, thankfully, not too far away from the bar. The Vitara was a great car, but time had dulled its shock absorbers, and with every bump in the road, Penny’s body grew tighter. She wondered what Marc had in store for her at his house. She’d been there before - they’d had a couple of post-show parties there. But she’d never been home alone with him. This would be an entirely new experience.
Shivering in the cool night, Penny waited as Marc fitted the key to the lock and opened the door. Warm, welcoming light flooded the entryway, and Penny stepped inside. Her singlet was no protection against the cool night, and she hadn’t bothered to put her bra back on, so her nipples were probably poking out to say hello. She crossed her arms across her chest.
“Oh no,” said Marc as he closed the door. He pulled her arms away from her body. “I’ve been fantasizing about those nipples all the way home. You have to let me see.”
“Marc,” she protested, and flushed as he gazed at them, only to be surprised when he took one in his teeth through the fabric of her tank top. She gasped and shuddered in surprise. Marc smiled wolfishly, before grabbing her hand. “Come on.”
He pulled her into the bathroom, turning on the shower, then turning back to her, his hands on his waistband. “Come on, babe.” He whisked his shirt off, and then swung his hips provocatively in front of her as he lowered his zip. She smiled, realizing he was commando. “So that’s how you could swing it out so easily,” she said, as his jeans dropped to the floor.
He moved in close to her, and she let him remove her singlet, and the mood in the room became serious. He ran his hands down her arms, looking deep into her eyes as she unbuttoned her jeans and wriggled out of them.
The two of them stood for a long moment, bodies barely touching, as the bathroom filled with steam. Finally, Marc dropped a sweet kiss on Penny’s lips. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” she replied, and both of them smiled before wrapping their arms around each other. This kiss was tender and comforting, and when it was done, Marc took Penny’s hand and drew her into the shower cubicle.
She stood under the water, letting it run down her body, and breathing deeply in the steam. It felt good. The Vitara wasn’t exactly a five-star quality hotel, and while their lovemaking had been awesome, it had been cramped and a little uncomfortable. The hot water against her back felt great. But not as great as when Marc took the soap, lathered up his hands, and started to clean her entire body.
He started with her extremities, arms and hands, feet and legs, slowly swirling his way up her body. She ached for him to touch her, but he looked at her face and smiled, moving to her stomach, then her upper chest and neck before turning her around and giving her the best back rub she had in ages. She was just starting to think perhaps the shower was going to be a sweet, platonic exercise when she felt him move in close against her, his cock in her butt
crack. Directly in her ear, she heard, “I’ve soaped up my dick.” Then he moved his cock, so it glided between her cheeks, his pelvis pushed hard up against her. “This is the way to clean your butt, right?” She sighed, feeling her pulse building up again. He reached around her and put soapy hands on her breasts. “And this is how we clean these.” He made lazy circles around her nipples, still moving his cock up and down in her crack.
She said in a sultry whisper, “I think that part is clean enough,” and she turned to face him, the water now streaming down her back. “But this side needs cleaning.”
“We need a different method to clean that properly,” he said, soaping up his hands again, and then plunging them between her legs. She groaned, and opened her stance. His fingers slid over every last piece of her, and she wondered if her knees would hold her up long enough for him to finish his ministrations. “So good,” she moaned. Then, she picked up the soap, filled her own hands with bubbles, and proceeded to stroke him, long, languishing strokes that fed a need in her. She loved to touch him, loved to see him brought to a standstill. Suddenly, she had visions of making him come, of watching as he surrendered to her.
She maneuvered him under the water and watched as the soap disappeared from him, leaving his cock long and hard and glistening. His balls were neatly trimmed, and she cupped water all around so that everything was soap free. Then, she sank to her knees.
She swirled her tongue around the end of his knob, and then popped it in and out of her mouth before slapping it against her cheek. Marc opened his legs a little wider, taking a firmer stance, and at the same time, taking a handful of Penny’s hair in his fist.
She licked him along his length, from the tip to the base and then back again, keeping her eyes locked on him. His face was intense, his lips almost locked in a snarl. She licked around the tip and took it in her mouth, then slowly took as much of his length as she could. He seemed mesmerized by watching his cock disappearing inside her mouth. Then, she tightened her lips around his width, and moved her head backward and forward along his length. She held the base of his cock as she went and used her other hand to massage and tease his balls. His hand scrunched in her hair tightened, and she let him set the pace, pushing her head back and forth.
“Oh, god, Penny,” he moaned, and grabbed more hair with his other hand. He was gasping now, his pelvis pushed hard forward so he could force as much of his cock into Penny’s mouth as he could. She regulated the depth of his thrusts with her fist around the base of his cock, but kept her lips tight around him, willing him to come with her eyes.
He did, with a roar, his cock still jammed fast between Penny’s lips. She tasted him for a moment, before swallowing his juices, milking him for all that he had.
He pulled her to her feet and kissed her, swift and hard. “Baby, I need my cock in you right now,” he said, and turned her around, pushing her up against the glass of the shower, and pushing himself into her from behind.
Penny had never been taken in a shower before. It was slippery, hotter and wetter than she ever imagined it would be, the heat of the water adding to the sexual heat and friction between them. Giving him head, feeling that power over him had turned Penny on in a big way, so it didn’t take long for her to come, or for Marc to reach tipping point, only to pull out and jerk himself off until he came.
Exhausted, the pair of them rinsed off, toweled down, and moved to Marc’s bed, where, despite her sodden hair and damp body, Penny fell to sleep instantly.
What felt like moments later, she was awoken by an arm bending over her hip, and fingers feeling for her pussy lips. She thought it a little strange that she wasn’t worried at all - she instantly knew where she was, and that Marc was horny again. That was fine, she felt as if she could screw him all night and still get up for work in the morning.
She scissored her top leg back to give him better access, and he rewarded her by swiping his fingers down inside her, then bringing them back up to circle her clitoris. She moaned gently, putting her hand over his and opening up further to his wicked fingers.
She was wet almost immediately. Murmuring to Marc, “I don’t know what you do to me, but you do it good,” she wriggled a little, using her hand to help him find the sweet spot. “Yes, baby, that’s the one. Just stay right there.” She could hear his breathing becoming unsettled as she started to moan with desire, “Oh god, Marc, make me come.” His fingers worked over her clit, and she could feel him behind her, his other hand clasped around his cock vigorously tugging himself to hardness. The bumping of his fist against her ass, even as he tweaked her with his other hand, was delicious, and she felt herself tightening up to orgasm.
“Oh no you don’t,” Marc muttered, and flipped her over on to her back. “Not without me.” He pulled on a condom and slammed himself into her opening. She gasped at the sensation of being opened by his big cock, but there was no pain, just instant pleasure. He rode her, his fingers squeezing her shoulders and his hips slapping against hers in a frenzied tangle of lust.
When he turned her over, Penny’s heat had reduced a little, but now, without warning, she orgasmed. She gasped and shuddered, the usual white behind her eyes a rainbow of neon. But Marc didn’t stop pushing into her. With his head thrown back and mouth wide open, he seemed to be a man possessed, knowing nothing but the thrust and pull of his cock. He grunted in pleasure, wild and primitive and simple, and she wound her legs around his waist, giving his eager cock even deeper access to her channel. In this position, she could imagine coming to orgasm again - his pelvis bounced off her clitoris with each thrust, and she felt her mind dropping away again as her primitive nature reasserted itself, and she lost herself again in orgasm, even as he did.
When their pulses had settled, Marc turned Penny on her side, facing him. “You’re amazing, Pen.”
She smiled sleepily, her head resting on her crossed arms. “You’re not so bad yourself, mister. Why did we never do this before?”
“I don’t know. We should have, hey?”
“Absolutely. We’ve known each other for years…” Penny’s eyelids grew heavy, but right on the edge of sleep, she thought she heard Marc say, “I never thought I’d love anyone again after Leanne…”
Chapter Nine
Penny was unsurprised there was no weird first-day-after-sleeping-together awkwardness the following morning. She and Marc had been friends long enough for that to not really be an issue. And besides, by the time the morning came around, there had been quite a few more interludes, and both of them were suffering a lack of sleep.
Of course, neither of them was unhappy about that, Penny reflected as she sipped the tea Marc brought her in bed. There certainly hadn’t been any complaint overnight while they bonked themselves silly. But now, Penny thought, the hard part would begin. This was where they decided where they would go from here. And there was a question Penny needed answered before she could do anything further about this.
“Who is Leanne?” she asked with studied casualness when Marc threw himself back on the bed beside her, coffee mug in hand. He had pulled on a pair of blue striped pajama pants, still, Penny was almost drooling at the sight of him.
Stop it, stupid brain, she thought. This is important.
“Leanne?” He took a sip of his coffee, his eyes sharp. “Why do you ask?”
“Just before I went to sleep one of the times last night, you said you didn’t think you’d… love… anyone after Leanne.” Penny blushed. Love was a strong word to bring into the conversation. They’d shared a night of lust, for sure, and they had a brilliant friendship, but love?
The longer the silence reached, and the deeper Marc’s brow drew, the more Penny wished she hadn’t brought it up. Eventually she said, “If you don’t want to talk about it, I quite under…”
“Leanne was my fiancé.” Marc didn’t look at her. “She died.”
Penny gasped. “Oh my god, Marc, I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.” She lay a hand over his arm, and with a wry smile, he turned
to face her.
“It’s okay. It’s just not something I talk about a lot.”
“I can imagine. Listen, you don’t need to tell me anything about her. It was pretty insensitive of me to ask.” Penny tried a smile, fearing she had done nothing but end up with a lopsided grimace.
Marc tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s fine. It was a few years ago now and I’m pretty much over it. I’ll never forget her, but it’s time to move on.” He took a deep breath. “She was a tiny, petite little blonde thing, with a mouth on her that would have made a sailor blush.” He smiled to himself. “I loved that about her, that she didn’t care what the world thought.”
Nothing like me then thought Penny but kept the thought to herself.
“I thought she was tough, kind of untouchable, you know? Like nothing ever got to her, it all just rolled off her.” Penny nodded, but let Marc continue. “We got engaged, but I suppose that was more me than her. She didn’t seem to be fussed either way. But then I came home one day, and she’d slit her wrists in the bath.”
He let out a shuddering sigh, and Penny’s heart went out to him. Despite what he said, he was obviously still affected by her death.
“Afterwards, I found out she’d been on medication for anxiety and depression for years. I had to find that out from her mum at the funeral. That was pretty harsh. I thought I knew her, but in the end, I didn’t really know her at all.” He turned to Penny, his eyes flashing. She was a little alarmed that it seemed to be from anger. “I never want to be in that position again, Pen. I couldn’t even grieve properly, because I didn’t know who I was grieving for.”
Penny rubbed his arm in what she hoped was a consoling manner. “Sounds awful,” she said, not really knowing what else might comfort him.
“Just promise me you won’t hide things from me.”
The intensity of his expression, and his hand suddenly grasping hers had Penny stuttering, “I promise.”
