by Maci Dillon
“Fuck, Will. Oh God!” Teeth teased the edge of my clit before Will sucked my quivering heat into his mouth. I exploded, and my insides contracted so damn tight, I felt every contour of each finger inside me. His sweet, juice-covered tongue continued to lick at my pussy as my orgasm subsided.
“Chloe, fuck.”
I loved the way my name dripped like sin from his lips as he stood and rubbed the length of his cock, coating himself with my juices. The moonlight danced across his face, and my glistening sex shined bright around his lips. Unforgiving amounts of lust poured from his eyes and covered my body like a shield.
“I won’t fucking last when I get inside you.”
I used my index finger to motion him toward me and purred back at him, “After the first few times, you’ll be okay. Trust me.”
He chuckled, and although I’m a hot mess full of sexual tension, I had forgotten how much I loved and missed his laughter. In the blink of an eye, Will escaped from my view only to re-enter the room as quickly as he left—a condom rolled down over the crown of his penis, all the way to the base.
At least one of us thought straight. Again, Will positioned himself between my thighs, and my legs lifted as he placed himself at my entrance and drove deep into my wanton depths.
I cried out at the intrusion.
God, how I’ve missed the pleasurable yet punishing size of his cock. A few seconds passed as he remained motionless, allowing me to adjust.
“Babe, you okay?” I nodded silently, unable to speak.
“I have to move, or I’m gonna blow… really quick.”
“Fuck me, Will. Have no mercy, take everything you came here for.”
“Oh, fuck it.”
Curses ripped from his throat, rough and raw as he pulled out, almost to the tip, pounded into me again, and pushed me further up the bed while his balls slapped loudly against my ass. Once more, he repeated the movement with increased force, his pace increased, each pump of his cock causing the bed to thump against the wall, and my insides exploded like fireworks over the bridge at Riverfire.
One hand clasped the inside of my knee and held it near his chest while the other hand allowed my foot to fall to the bed and gave me some traction. His free hand rubbed the length of my body, his fingers twisted and tweaked each of my nipples, my back arched off the bed as I demanded more, and pushed further into his hands.
“Chloe, I’m close. Too fucking close.”
Will grunted, trying to back off the pace. The rough pad of his thumb pressed against my clit as he mercilessly thrust into me. The circular motion was quick to bring on my next release. “Will! Holy sweet fuck! Oh. My. Will.”
“So fucking tight around my cock, baby. Love it.” He drove into me for the last time, and through the fogginess of my post-orgasmic state, I marveled at his length and convulsed as he released into the latex between us.
Unable to hold himself up any longer, Will collapsed on me and supported himself slightly on his forearms at my head. Our bodies mingled together in sinfully sweaty silence, only the hard labor of our breathing could be heard.
Chapter Twelve
Undeniable Lust
“Love begins with an image; lust with a sensation.” ~ Mason Cooley
CHLOE
My eyelids fluttered as I became faintly aware of the shower running in the ensuite to my left. One by one, my mind was flooded with memories of our lovemaking, my muscles deliciously sore and delicate in all the right places.
“Come, little one, let me get you all cleaned up and ready for round two.” Instantly, my body responded to Will’s strong embrace as he lifted me from the bed, where I shamelessly fell asleep after a few mind-blowing, earth-altering orgasms.
Soft kisses on my eyelids made it more difficult to fully wake, but when I did, Will’s eyes had changed from a sharp, charismatic color to a creamy chocolate brown as they always did when he was turned on.
Warm water sprayed from jets above me, a waterfall that soothed the anticipation of what was to come. It released my body from the ties of temptation and relaxed my mind from the aftermath.
My feet were planted solidly on the tiles of the shower recess, yet my body floated on the brink of flying away to a place I’d never return from.
Strong hands continued to hold me in place, fingers dug into my hips, and bite-sized caresses made their way from my chin to my collarbone and back again.
My eyes were still closed, too afraid to open them in fear the sensations that woke my body were nothing short of a cruel dream. The smell of blueberries swirled around me, and a mixture of steam and sweet soapy bubbles took over my skin. Possessive hands moved in small circular motions over my flesh, which elicited sensual moans from my needy body.
Bubbles popped across my tummy and added to the sensations that pooled in my sex as his fingers circled the spot calling his name. As he dragged his finger through my folds, my body quivered involuntarily, my knees weakened, and my head fell back against the shower wall.
No sooner had a breathy moan left my lips, then Will’s hands fell away from my body. A desperate whimper escaped me, and he spun me around, jets of hot water now poured over my front and dispelled the bubbles while it washed the temptation from my body.
Will’s muscular build closed in from behind me, and I rested my head against his chest. He pushed me toward the wall, and my nipples instantly reacted to the change in temperature. Teasingly, I pushed against his hardening erection pressed into my lower back, desperate for more of him.
I groaned out loud when he retreated again, a fresh smell of berries filled my senses, and his hands once again glided over my skin—relaxing, soothing, and teasing as all fuck. The more I tried to relax into him, the more he pushed my body into the wall. My cheek now rested against the coolness of the tiles and counteracted the heat that stirred in my body.
“Will,” I whispered his name, my lips barely moved as he pressed into me, all evidence of soap now washed away, and the stubble on his chin grazed my shoulder.
So close but not close enough.
“Tell me what you want, little one,” he demanded as if he didn’t already know. He covered my lips with his with one hand snaked around my throat, the other hooked around the front of my thigh, and urged my legs apart. The head of his cock teased my entrance, and I forgot the question.
“I’ll keep you waiting until you say it, little one. Don’t test me.” He pushed half an inch inside and slowly withdrew until I was desperate for him. I squirmed impatiently and pushed my ass out to meet him, but he was quick to bring his palm down over me and made me squeal. My surprise is mixed with excitement and growing need.
My heart burst, the rapid beat thumped dangerously against the wall keeping me upright and supported me in the absence of my tormenting lover. “Say it,” he growled in my ear.
“Maybe I want you to take it,” I murmured over my shoulder, testing him. I pulled at the corner of my lip, trying to hide a grin as I pushed my ass back toward him again, tempting him, inviting him to redden my other cheek. I needed him to make his claim.
I yelped as he brought his palm down across my ass again, harder this time, the sting more severe than the last, and he turned my wanton lust into an indecipherable need.
“Take it, Will. Take what’s yours.” My demands pushed through gritted teeth, and before I second-guessed it, Will closed in, his grip tightened around my throat as he drove me to the hilt with the force of a man deprived. He pounded me so hard my whole body moved up the wall with each thrust, my tiptoes only slightly touched the floor.
My eyes sprung open, the first time since he transported me from the bedroom.
Pure lust.
Hunger filled his eyes as he threatened, “Little one, you have no idea what you’re asking.”
Oh yes, I did.
Will ripped away my last ounce of control, lifted my legs into the air, wrapped them around his waist, and linked them behind him. My eyes rolled back in my head at the way this new position s
tretched my pelvis, opening myself wider to accommodate even more of him.
He was so fucking deep inside of me, his hungry pulse throbbed from the inside out, filled me, and consumed every cell in my body.
When he began to move behind me, my insides welcomed the assault, growing faster with every passing second. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good.”
His grip around my throat was so tight, I was barely able to sneak a breath. Bruises would surely appear beneath his fingertips on my hip, and I welcomed it. I wanted him to mark me in every way possible, to belong solely to him once more. I would crave the reminder of his possession long after this night was over.
He was like a drug to me, one I was convinced I would never stop needing.
A drug I must learn to survive without.
“Love your pussy, little one. Fits my cock like no other.”
My thighs ached where they pulled behind me. I smiled, knowing I’d be walking funny on my way into the office on Monday.
“Tell me, Chloe, tell me this pussy is all mine. At least for tonight.”
He didn’t have to ask twice. Tonight it was all his, and it would be enough.
“All… fucking… yours... Will,” I managed to throw out in fragments as he pounded me into the wall. My mind was delirious as unadulterated pleasure flowed through me. I cried out his name as he angled my hips back toward him and allowed his heavy, cum-filled balls to smack hard against my throbbing clit with each thrust.
“Fuck, yes, baby. All. Fucking. Mine.”
His teeth sunk into the tender spot behind my ear as I was hit with an orgasm more intense than any other I’d ever experienced. It ripped through me from head to toe, no end in sight. A few more deep thrusts, and Will ground wildly against my pained and sensitive sex as he rode out his monstrous orgasm and mumbled a string of incoherent words in my ear.
The term I love you, apparent only to my subconscious mind as I struggled to succumb to the intensity of the pleasure I was afforded.
My legs quivered as I stepped from the shower. Will wrapped me securely in one of the fluffy white towels big enough for two, and whispered, “Go make yourself comfortable, baby. I’ll be two steps behind you.”
On the nightstand, Will’s phone vibrated. He must have put it there while I slept. I stole a glance as I made my way back into bed. Amanda is calling. It was late for a phone call.
Was she aware we were meeting tonight?
A good friend of mine recently returned home to Cedar Ridge. I called her desperately seeking information after I spoke with Will. From what she’d heard, Amanda had walked out, asking he seek closure with a past love before returning to her fully.
I’d often questioned how they met and how he moved on so quickly.
Maybe it wasn’t quick or easy, and perhaps he hadn’t moved on properly at all.
The past few hours might suggest he was torn between his past love for me and his love for Amanda.
I hoped to relieve him of this struggle before we parted ways in the morning.
Chapter Thirteen
Closure
“Closure happens right after you accept that letting go and moving on is more important than projecting a fantasy of how the relationship could have been.” ~ Unknown
CHLOE
I allowed Will to devote the next hour to toweling me off and massaging away my aches and pains as I committed the tender caress of his hands to memory. Who was I kidding? One night was never going to be enough for me.
But it was a choice no longer available to me.
One night was all we had.
He had a wife to fight for—once we had the closure we both desired.
“Make love to me, Will,” I begged in a broken whisper in the stillness of the early morning.
Those five words were the last words shared between us as he pulled me beneath him and loved my body mercilessly for hours. The fluorescent lights on the clock on the nightstand showed it was almost four in the morning when we finished making love in the moonlight.
The bright morning sun would soon make its way into our lives, gate-crashing a night I never truly wanted to end. Dawn threatened to bring us both back to reality.
A knowing tear fell from my eye as I waited for Will to drift into a heavy slumber. When I was sure he was asleep and unlikely to wake from my movement an hour or two later, I rolled tentatively from his embrace, my legs fell heavily over the side of the bed.
I stumbled around the room in the dark, looking for the overnight bag I’d packed for my short stay. With a quick search of the apartment, I found my clothes and changed into a short denim skirt and singlet crop. I stuffed my evening wear and heels into my bag and slipped into my sandals.
Confident I had collected all my belongings, I pulled a small notebook from my purse and let my final words flow for the man who would forever hold the key to my heart. Regardless of my wrongdoing, or his, we were meant to be until we weren’t. I had to let him go.
My eyes swelled with tears as I began to write the words.
While there’s often tomorrow, it was not always guaranteed, and for that reason, we must choose today to begin. Time will not always make room for second chances.
All we truly have is right now.
With my overnight bag over my shoulder, I stepped outside into the fresh morning air. The heartache hit me like a tsunami and consumed every tender muscle in my body.
The tears flowed freely, now painfully aware I’d had my final moments with Will.
I was his past and his wife, Amanda, was his now.
His future.
It’s how it should be, but saying it didn’t settle the pain in my chest.
Repeated often enough, my heart would eventually believe the voices in my head.
At least it’s what I hoped for.
Walking toward the riverbank, I hoped a walk along the water’s edge would help refresh my soul. Ferries full of early risers floated down the river, young couples walked hand in hand along the paths winding throughout the river gardens, and birds chirped frivolously from high in the trees.
Brisbane was a beautiful place. I vowed to get out more and maybe even do an overnight stay in the city from time to time.
It was now time to live.
I was thankful for the closure I received last night. Knowing our chemistry and our love for each other was real and remained after all these years put my mind at rest. I wasn’t pining over something fictitious. It was real, but now it was time to move on.
Easier said than done, of course. After I worked so hard to put Will behind me, seeing him again brought emotions and feelings to the surface I never intended to experience again in this lifetime.
With any luck, we both gained the closure we needed.
“Tequila Girl!” A voice sounded up ahead in the distance and broke my thoughts. I turned to find a small, long-haired golden retriever racing toward me, its owner being pulled behind with the lead twisted around his arm.
“Tequila Girl, it is you.” Texas came to a stop abruptly behind his puppy, who was leaping joyously all over me.
“Hi,” I answered, a little stunned. I let the pup bring me out of my solemn state and found a welcoming smile for Tex.
Tex, who appeared to be jogging shirtless, with his shirt tucked into the back of his running shorts, deserved the brightest of smiles on a dark day. Damn, those abs were lickable.
Aware of my lingering eyes on his sweaty body, I turned my attention back to the puppy, who was utterly unaware of how hot its owner was.
“Seems Wednesday has good taste in women, too.” He grinned and caught his breath.
“Wednesday?”
He pointed to the puppy and shrugged. “She’s a rescue, and I picked her up on Wednesday.”
I patted the ball of cuteness behind the ears until she settled at my feet. “You live around here?” I questioned the mysterious stranger from the bar last night. It was only then I recalled the card he gave me, the one I hadn’t checked yet.
“Yeah, a short drive. I like to bring Wednesday here to release some of her energy in the mornings. She keeps me fit.”
“It certainly looks like it,” I agreed. Maybe I should take up running too.
Tex grinned, seeming to appreciate the comment.
“We usually stop up around the bend for a light breakfast. Care to join us?”
I pondered the question briefly, why the hell not? I was starving and not ready to go home to reflect on the evening yet. Besides, Tex was great company.
“I’d love to,” I answered. “But I should tell you, I may not be the best company this morning.”
“Great. Whether we talk or not talk is completely up to you.” He smiled, prompting Wednesday to her feet and steered me in the right direction with his arm lightly resting across the middle of my back.
He leaned in closely and whispered, “The name’s Sean, by the way, and you are…”
I couldn’t help but laugh. On our way to enjoy our second meal together, I figured now was a good time to at least share our names.
“Nice to meet you, Sean. I’m Chloe,” I responded quietly and extended my hand toward him.
“A sweet name for a beautiful woman.”
***
We stopped at a café with outside seating and a pet-friendly sign.
“This is our usual stop,” Sean pointed out. “Did you want to look at a menu? Breakfast is on me,” he continued.
“Please, let me. I believe I owe you for dinner last night.”
Tex screwed up his face in disgust.
“What kind of man would I be to have a lady pay for a meal? I’ll get you a menu,” he stated, handing me Wednesday’s lead.
“Fine, thank you. I’ll have a veggie omelet and a mega-sized latte, please, an extra shot of coffee,” I ordered with a smile.
My gaze followed Tex inside, putting on his singlet as he entered the café. He was unquestionably handsome, and his company was great. Sadly, the flirtation and sexual tension from last night was nowhere to be found this morning.
