by Marie James
“What did you do back in Great Falls?” I finish my milk and set the empty glass back on the table.
“The last three months I’ve been at Trent’s bar, waitressing and bartending. Before that, I worked as an administrative assistant for the president of a bank.” I raise my eyes to her.
“You left a position at a bank to work at a bar?” Surely there’s more to it than that.
“Trent and Keira both convinced me to come work at the bar. He never said it in so many words, but he acted like he was afraid for me to be alone with my boss.” She finally takes a bite of her breakfast
“Was he afraid he’d hurt you?” I wouldn’t want my girl around a creep either.
She chuckles. “Nothing like that. He was handsome, super successful, and flirty. I think he was afraid I’d leave him and end up with my boss.” She grins like the idea, even now after being cheated on, is utterly absurd.
Loyal to a fault it seems.
“What about college?” I wait while she swallows her food and takes a sip of milk.
“That’s an even longer story and an even bigger pity party.” I raise my eyebrow to her. “I won’t go into all of the details, but I had to leave college my last semester. I never went back.”
“What degree were you working on?” Only a semester left, and this shithead of a boyfriend of hers didn’t encourage her to go back?
“General business,” she answers before taking another bite of her food.
I bite my tongue to keep from telling her about the position that’s opening up soon at my job. Not that I won’t mention it later, but I don’t know if this woman is even going to want to see me once I’m able to pull her car out of the ditch, more importantly, I don’t know if I’ll want to be with her once I’ve returned to reality.
Why are you even considering any type of future? You’re not going back.
“Where were you heading?”
“I was thinking of going to Spokane. Figured the city is big enough and there’d be more options for work.” She finishes off her last bite and washes it away with her milk.
“I bet it all works out in the end.” I stand and take her plate.
She follows me into the kitchen and just like last night we wash and put away the dishes.
“Dominos?” I ask as we head out of the kitchen.
“Sounds good.” She settles on the couch as I head over to the cabinet that, to my surprise yesterday, is loaded with all sorts of bad weather games, cards, and miscellaneous forms of entertainment.
My eyes once again are drawn to the drawer with the pills and gun, and for the first time since arriving at my plan to off myself, I feel a twinge of shame and if I'm honest a small hint of hope.
After a couple hours of dominos, we’ve both grown bored of the game.
I begin to put them away, and she yawns. “I think I’m going to go up and take a nap. Get all the rest in I can before having to try to start my life over once you kick me out of here.” She winks at me and stands.
“Okay. I should probably hit the gym anyways.”
She glares at me. “You have a gym?”
I smile at her. “The room is connected to the master upstairs. You wanna see it?”
“See it? Do you have a treadmill?” I grin at her.
“Wouldn’t be a home gym without one would it? Come on I’ll give you the tour.” I leave the box of dominos on the coffee table and head up the stairs.
She follows close behind, and I can feel the vibrations of excitement rolling off of her. Who would have known she’d get so animated over workout equipment.
I push the door to my room open and angle my arm toward the open door of the workout room. I don’t bother with the lights in the bedroom since so much light is coming in from the other room. I walk behind her as she makes her way to the doorway and don’t even try to resist looking down at the pajamas she never bothered to change out of. I’d love to see that ass bouncing as she runs on my treadmill.
“This is amazing,” she says. “I can’t remember the last time I went three days without working out. Would you mind if I use…” She turns her body, not realizing how close behind her I am and runs right into my chest.
Her warm hand is against my bare skin, and we both groan at the same time. I smile at her and begin to step away but when her eyes drop to my lips, and she begins to run her tongue over hers, I lose all power.
“London,” I whisper, my mouth less than an inch away from hers. “Tell me to stop.”
I’m sober. I haven’t slept with another woman sober since Savannah. I’ve always wanted, needed, the booze to make it through.
She shakes her head slightly, and my lips crash against hers. My tongue darts out and coerces her to part her lips, allowing me to sweep my tongue into her mouth. Hot, heavenly bliss. I moan into her mouth as her tongue battles mine and pull her closer to my body.
“Kadin,” she pants against my lips and pushes gently on my chest.
I open my eyes and peer down at her. I’m about to voice my opinions about the hot and cold routine, but she begins to speak. “I’m all kinds of fucked up right now. I’m not expecting anything from you, but you have to know I can’t do any of the heart shit.”
I know what she means, and I’m on board with that but I look down, and her hand is on my pec, right over the same muscle she’s talking about. It beats louder, harder than it has in some time. I refuse to analyze it right now. She’s being honest and telling me she doesn’t want more than this. It can’t be more than sex. It stings for some reason, another thing I don’t want to address right now, not when my cock is throbbing in my pants and my mouth waters at the notion that I may be able to taste her sweet pussy.
“Don’t worry about any of that shit sweetheart. I love my wife with every piece of my heart. There’s not room for anyone else.” She flinches slightly but then nods her head in understanding.
The hand over my heart slowly glides down my stomach, the light touch of her fingers tickling the thin layer of hair covering my abs. She runs the tip of her finger just barely an inch into the waist of my jeans. I close my eyes and let my arms hang, giving her full control of the situation.
I feel her hot breath against my nipple just before she licks then bites it.
“Fuck,” I hiss, and my hips jut forward unprovoked.
She keeps her mouth locked on me as she unbuttons my jeans and begins to lower the zipper, the seductive rasp of it lowering the only sound in the room.
I clasp her hands before she can pull me out. I’m quickly losing control, and I’d rather not fuck her against the wall or the floor. I tug her hands and walk us closer to the bed.
I reach for the bottom hem of her tank top and pull it up only slightly so I can run my hands over her flat stomach, my thumbs grazing the underside of each of her breasts. She whimpers and lowers her hands back to my jeans, pushing them off my hips.
“Commando?” she looks down and giggles.
I raise my hands slightly higher and sweep my thumbs over her puckered nipples. Tired of having to compete with the fabric covering her, I pull her tank top off and simultaneously step out of the jeans pooled at my feet.
I take a step back and look at my large hands. They can barely handle the size of her perfect tits.
“They’re too big,” she says shyly.
“They’re fucking perfect,” I praise her lowering my mouth to one breast while manipulating the other with my hand.
I love the feel of her hand in my hair as she grabs a handful. Her body is in turmoil which is evident by her tugging me away one second and pulling me closer the next.
I release her nipple with a pop and work my mouth up her breast, over her shoulder, and up her neck. I close my eyes losing focus on her skin and lean my head back when her hand wraps around my cock.
Goddamn! The sensation difference without being drunk is more than drastic.
I drop my hands back to my sides as she looks down. We both watch as her hands slowly pump me fr
om base to tip, forcing the slit to glisten with precome.
Slowly she sinks to her knees. Did I just win the fucking lotto?
She looks up at me, her green eyes catching the limited light from the open gym door. Opening her mouth slowly, she reaches her tongue out and takes the first hot swipe of the most delicate skin a man possesses, right under the head.
I touch her cheek gently with my hand. “Suck it slow,” I command.
My balls draw up the second her pouty lips wrap around the head. The heat, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, engulfs me as she takes me sinfully slow to the back of her throat. She manages to get about two-thirds of my length inside before she gags slightly and backs off, only to take a breath and do it again.
I groan loudly and grasp a handful of her hair, tugging gently to keep her from moving too fast. “Go slow.” The words sound more like a plea than a command at this point. She either can’t go slow or is flat out refusing as she ignores my gentle hand in her hair and continues to run her mouth roughly over my length.
I don’t know how the rest of her stay is going to go, and I refuse to let today end without my mouth on her. Blowing down her throat is the very last thing I want to do right now but if I continue to let her have all of the control the result is imminent.
I grip her hair tighter, preventing her from being able to move her head. Her eyes dart up to mine, and she smiles around my cock. Yeah, she knows exactly what she’s doing. I ease my hips back, dragging my cock down her tongue and then slowly easing it back down her throat.
She hums and the vibration sails up my spine. “Enough,” I pant and pull her completely off, tugging gently on her hair to raise her to stand.
I attack her with my mouth, my hand on the back of her head determining the angle and depth of the kiss. I’m on edge and close to just throwing her on the bed, ripping her pajama bottoms off, and pounding into her for days. When she reaches up and places both her hands delicately on my chest, the greediness coursing through my veins calms and my thunderous heartbeat becomes slightly less erratic.
I pull my mouth from hers and look down at her. “God you’re beautiful,” I tell her honestly. “Let me see you.” I take a step back, breaking all contact with her body. “Take them off,” I motion my head at her bottoms.
She bites her lip seductively and my cock twitches, remembering just how amazing her mouth felt. She keeps her eyes locked on mine as she pushes her pajama bottoms to the floor.
“I went commando too,” she whispers as she kicks the striped fabric to the side.
I break eye contact with her and look at her body thoroughly. Golden brown hair around her shoulders, full breasts with tips so hard they look painful, and a curve at her hips that more than hints at the hardy shape of her ass. I lick my lips at the sight of the tiny triangle of trimmed hair just above the lips I’m dying to get my mouth on.
I palm my cock, trying to ease the ache at not being inside of her and close the distance between us. I bend my head down close to her ear. “On the bed. Legs spread wide. I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours.”
She backs up agonizingly slow to the center of the bed, and I follow close behind her. I regret not turning on the lights when we entered the room, knowing the dimness doesn’t give justice to the sight on my bed this very second.
She whimpers when I ease my hands from her knees, sliding them to her inner thighs, and spreading her wider to allow for the breadth of my shoulders. Just like when my mouth took her nipple, her hands shoots straight to my hair when my tongue swipes over her glistening slit.
“So good,” I breathe against her wet flesh.
I flex my hips on the bed, grinding into the mattress. My cock is in complete agony; jealous at the allowances my mouth is taking on the flawless flesh between her legs. I use the very tip of my finger and rub it around the very edge of her quivering entrance, careful not to dip it in even a fraction of an inch. The first thing that will sink into that hot pussy will be my cock; that’s if I don’t come against the mattress.
I suck and bite her clit as my harsh breaths skate over her lower stomach. I’m torturing myself right now, but I need to feel her come against my mouth. She’s writhing and moaning with every lick and nip, but the second I bite harder on her hardened bud I feel her clench and convulse against my chin.
Enough fucking around.
I kneel between her legs and slam into her; her orgasm, still in full effect, grips me repeatedly. I thrust through it. If I don’t focus on moving my hips, I’ll come in seconds; my body revved from the blowjob and mattress humping.
I lift her up slightly; gripping her hips and sliding her up and down my length, I use her body to fuck my cock. I grit my teeth and have to squeeze my eyes shut when she starts grasping at her breasts, pinching her own nipples. Fuck that’s hot.
I push into her hard. Deep. My body static and my arms doing all the work. All I can hear are her moans and the cadence of my own heart thumping loudly in my ears. The sweetest symphony.
“Need you to come, London.” I grind my hips against her roughly.
She reaches a hand down to the apex of her thighs and sweep two slender fingers over her hard, pink clit. The sight is my nemesis, removing my control. I settle inside of her as her trembling inner muscles ripple and clamp down on me repeatedly, her head thrown back in wild abandon.
Fuck she comes like a queen.
A few more quick thrusts are all it takes, and I pull out of her warmth and watch as jets of hot come coat her stomach. I’m doing my best to calm my breathing when she reaches down, running her finger through the mess I made on her skin and brings it to her mouth. She sucks her finger, “You taste good too.”
What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
I flex my back and try to stretch which is an impossibility considering that I’m lying on Kadin’s chest, and both of his arms are around me. I’ve never been held close to a man that had chest hair, but I love the way it tickles my cheek and nose when I breathe.
Further inventory of my body tells me that I’m just as tangled around him. I have one arm looped over his left shoulder, and my other one is across his lower stomach, dangerously close to his semi-erect penis. I’d only thought the sex with him when I was drunk was fantastic. Earlier? Absolutely no words worthy of how amazing he was.
I close my eyes and remember the way he commanded and tempted my body; how he easily made me feel sexy and utterly dirty all at the same time. You licked his come off of your stomach! I could easily spend the rest of my life with him inside of me. If only it were that easy!
Crazy how an incredibly superior sex session can warp your mind and alter expectations.
I love my wife with every piece of my heart. There’s not room for anyone else.
It stung a little bit when he said it, but I fully understood where he was coming from. The devastation this man has been through being more than any one man should suffer.
After? Now that I’m sated and wrapped in his arms? The pain from his declaration is slightly more acute. I try to untangle myself from him, but my actions only make him grip me tighter. I’d love nothing more than to stay here in this bed in the dark with him, but the idea that he may be dreaming of holding his wife makes my stomach turn.
I push against his chest harder, and finally he relaxes his arms enough so I can slip out of them. I sit on the edge of the bed and shamelessly watch him sleep, his chest rising and falling peacefully, rhythmically. Even in slumber, there’s no denying the hard planes of his chest and stomach, the dips and valleys covered with a surprisingly soft smattering of hair.
His cock lay heavily on his right thigh, thick and daunting despite it being only semi-erect. His leg is bent at the knee and raised slightly, the same position it was in when I was laying on him. I want to run my fingers from the side of his knee to the crease at his hip, but I’m certain it won’t be well received.
I stand from the bed and immediately grab for my tank top on the floor as the result
s of our combined orgasms begins to flow down my inner thigh.
Son of a bitch!
I waddle to his en-suite, holding the chunk of fabric between my legs, and close the door quietly behind me. I was confident he pulled out before coming, but apparently he let loose inside of me as well. Discarding the pseudo-towel, I turn on the water in the shower, hoping I can get cleaned up and back to the guest room before he wakes up.
After rinsing his incredibly masculine smelling shampoo out of my hair, I turn my face into the water and let the drops mingle with the tears that have started to fall. I’m so lost. Jumping in bed, twice, with a man I don’t even know is so out of character for me and a sure warning sign that I’ve lost my damn mind.
I feel a cold draft from the opening of the shower door, and I wrap my arms around myself and turn my back to Kadin as he steps into the shower. I’m not sure if I’m hiding my nakedness or the shame on my face from my thoughts.
He steps under the spray with me and sweeps my hair off of my shoulder seconds before his mouth lands at the base of my neck. I roll my head to the side giving him more room for his mouth to manipulate my skin. His fingers move from my hair and trail down my back.
He stiffens behind me.
No.
No.
No, no, no.
His warmth leaves my back, and I already know what’s coming. I already feel the shame I never thought I’d have to face again.
“What the fuck, London?!?” He bellows and his booming voice reverberates around the enclosed shower.
“Please leave.” My voice is weak, and my body is starting to tremble.
“I’m not leaving until you tell me where you got these fucking scars from.” His voice is calm but full of authority. Commands and expectations of obeying are something I cannot handle right now.
“Leave!” I yell with fewer trembles in my voice.
“No.” He reaches for me, and I lose it.
“Get the fuck out!”
