He growled at her, rising to catch her before she walked out of the room. “Trying to piss me off, woman?” he asked, nipping her ear sharply. “Calling me a mama’s boy will only get your ass spanked.” He nipped her neck and sucked on the spot. He wanted to mark her, and he knew the hickey would not be as noticeable on her as it would have been if she were fair-skinned.
She gasped and pushed herself against him. “You’re all talk,” she taunted, and he growled as he pushed back against her, swatting her bottom as he did so.
“You’d like me to prove you wrong, wouldn’t you, baby?” he teased her, and swatted her ass again. She inhaled sharply, and then deliberately pushed her front against him once more. He hissed, and picked her up.
“You’re gonna get more than you bargained for,” he promised her, and took her back to bed.
In no time, it seemed, he was as naked as she was, his tall, muscular body familiar to her, even in the dark. He drew her down to the rumpled bed and rolled over her, letting her feel his weight but not crushing her as he kissed her slowly, from head to toes. By the time he started back up, she was writhing and whispering incoherently. He slid off her to reach for his jeans, and took the one condom he had out of the wallet, sheathing himself before returning to her.
“Where do you want me, baby?” he whispered hotly in her ear. “Put me where you want me to be.”
She groaned when he took her hand and led her to his cock, and then she took over and guided him into her wet heat. She felt so good around his hard shaft that he didn’t move for a few seconds, soaking in the feel of her, after twenty years of wanting her. She wasn’t a tight virgin any longer, but it was clear she had been without for long enough that he had to push through her muscular walls to seat himself to his balls. And then he stopped again, feeling her contracting around him. She had come from just being penetrated by him, and he kissed her as he withdrew, so slowly she bit his lip to speed him up. But he refused. He intended to savor every second of their first time together.
Determined to make her come at least once more before he took his own pleasure, he slid slowly back inside, feeling the tremors of her pussy walls around his stiff shaft. He pumped in and out of her slowly, kissing her in time to his thrusts, sending his cock just there, rubbing the g-spot before plunging past it, slowing on the way out to attend to it again. She was whimpering as he took her, and she rolled her hips beneath him to get him where she needed his touch most. He reached between them and stroked her clit, which was hard now. She grew wilder, mewling like a cat in heat, and he released her to pull her legs around his waist, pulling her almost to the edge of the bed, before kneeling so he could drive into her harder and deeper. She howled when he rode over her g-spot again and again, and when he felt her muscles tightening, he knew she was on the verge again. Leaning down, he bit the nipple closest to his mouth, and she came apart, screaming his name, cursing and crying.
“You’re so beautiful when you come for me, Viv,” he complimented her, “and I’ve waited so long to see it.”
He smoothed her hair away from her face and kissed her slack mouth before pulling out of her, still fully erect. She reached for him, and he smiled reassuringly at her.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, and turned her over, helping her to her hands and knees. “Spread your legs for me, baby,” he added, and waited until she was spread wide for him, her ass in the air, her head and shoulders down. She was glistening with her cum, and the sight made him drool. But she had disrespected him, calling him a coward to seduce him. He would spank her, as he had threatened, and make her come again. He rubbed his hands over her round cheeks, asking as he did so.
“Do you remember how you called me a coward earlier, Viv?”
She turned her head to look at him, and the knowledge of what he was about to do dawned in her eyes. But instead of fear, he saw excitement, anticipation...lust. She was going to be the death of him, he thought, wondering why he had ever been such a fool as to leave her and not come back for her before now.
“I see that you do,” he said, calming his racing heartbeat. “And as I always deliver on my promises, I’m going to punish you, and then fuck you so you scream until you’re hoarse.”
He slapped her bottom without warning, and she jerked but didn’t make a sound. He spanked her again, once on each cheek, then across them both. She moaned, and lowered her bottom to the bed. He spanked her again in reprimand.
“No, I didn’t say you could move. I want it higher now, so I can see you clit.”
He pushed her head into the mattress, and sank her shoulders and chest as well. Then he leaned back, and looked, seeing the lips of her pussy, swollen and wet, gleaming at him.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed. “So pretty!”
And then he slapped her pussy lips, making sure her clit felt the impact. He kept spanking her pussy lips, leaving his imprint on her clit, and she panted as her need for release grew.
“Please, Cal, please fuck me! Please!” He smacked her one last time, and then thrust two fingers into her. She wailed as she came, and he withdrew his fingers and thrust all the way in as her walls contracted. That only made her come harder, panting and swearing, and Cal gave it to her hard and fast, slamming her over and over, as she came and came, until he was falling too, off the edge of bliss. He screamed her name as well, collapsing above her, breathless and replete.
Eventually, he moved off her, taking her with him so they could spoon. He wanted to clean her up, but she was already almost asleep again, so he contented himself with wrapping her in the sheet one more time, then settling in behind her and draping his arm over her belly. She mumbled something in her sleep, and he smiled. She was his, even if he had to wait for a divorce. And this time, when he left, it would with her knowing he would always come back home to her.
Chapter 9 -- Party Time
Saturday came really quickly. After the most incredible night of sex with Cal, Vivica had awakened to find him gone, again, but he had left a note, and they managed to keep their hands off each other at the gym. His mother made dinner for her every night, and she always had leftovers for lunch the next day. It was so nice to be looked after and spoiled, and she knew she would miss the older woman when they went back home. Cal didn’t stay over again, and though part of her was disappointed, the other part knew it was for the best. Even though she had told him she was available to him, the truth of the matter was that if Ray found out she had taken a lover, the divorce could suddenly become more complicated. She wanted it to be free and clear. He cheated, she caught him, end of story. Not to mention the violence and hospital stay. And the recent assault in the street.
She still had no idea who she was going to be for the Halloween birthday party, and when Saturday morning rolled around, she was in a pretty anxious state when Valerie called.
“Val, how are you? You didn’t call this time!”
“Sorry, Sis, I’ve been busy from the minute we landed. I just stole a few minutes to call and wish you happy Halloween. Have you met your new neighbor as yet?” When Vivica hesitated, Val said, “Well? Is he an axe murderer? Is it a he, or a miserable old cat lady?”
“It’s Cal Appleton,” Viv replied.
“Get outta here! Really?” Valerie was obviously astonished.
“Yes, really!”
“What are the odds?” she wondered aloud. “How is he? How does he look? And is he still crazy about you?” Her sister was full of questions.
“He’s recovering from injuries and I’m part of his rehab team. And before you ask, no, I didn’t even know the client would be him. He’s drop-dead gorgeous...I’m going to his sisters’ birthday party tonight, so I’ll take a picture for you. And I think he might be, but as I’m still officially Mrs. Ray Porter, he’s trying to be respectful of my marriage.”
“Damn, girl! You need to get him to let go of that notion! Ray ceased to be important the first time he hit you, after the first time he fucked around on you.”
Vivica
laughed. This was why, despite their differences, she loved her twin. “That’s what I told him,” she said.
“And?” Valerie was astute, and Vivica knew she couldn’t hide anything from her.
“What do you think?” Vivica said, and heard her sister’s enthusiastic response with amusement.
“Whoop whoop! Well, it’s about damned time, girl!” She laughed and added, slyly, “And?”
Vivica knew what she was asking, and was glad her sister wasn’t there to see her blushing. But she answered her anyway.
“He knocked me out,” she admitted. “He’s so good, it’s scary!”
“Well, he has had twenty years of practice, sweetie! And a good thing too, because my sister needs some good loving!”
Viv tried not to feel a twinge at Valerie’s reminder that Cal had most likely had many other women, and that she was not his first. Because, to be fair, he was not hers, either. She changed the subject.
“I’m supposed to be wearing a costume to the party, as it’s Halloween, though apparently it doesn’t have to be a scary costume, because Cal says he’s going as a chauffeur.”
Valerie laughed. “Boring!” she declared. “But, it might make it easier for you to choose your costume.”
“I don’t see how,” Viv said.
“Chauffeurs drive princesses around, right? Maybe you could go as a princess.”
“Val, you’re the one with all the fancy clothes!” Viv protested.
“Some of which I handed off to you after one wearing, because you wear them better. Go find one of them. For instance, remember that red and cream goddess gown I gave you? You never wore it, but it looked so good on you, Viv! Trust me, you show up in that, with a boa and a tiara, and you’ll be the belle of the ball.”
“I don’t know if that’s what I’m going for, Val,” she said hesitantly, but her sister cut her off.
“Oh, for Pete’s sake! Do you want Cal to keep coming after you?”
“What does that have to do with anything?” Viv demanded. “This isn’t his party!”
“No, but he’s taking you...wait, is that why he’s going as a chauffeur?”
Viv laughed, despite her momentary irritation. “Lame, right? But he thinks it’s inspired.”
“It is, if you go with the outfit I’m telling you to wear. You’ve got that tiara that you wore to last year’s Christmas party at The Grange. It’ll go perfectly with that dress. And that boa I bought you...I’ve just made your costume. You should have Cal eating out of your hands by the end of the night. In fact, if I’m right, he’ll be sucking your toes!”
“You’re incorrigible, Sis,” Viv said, laughing.
“And I’m right, as you know. You’re just being stubborn, as always. Go try it on and send me a picture so I can help you if you need it. Go now! I’ll call back in half an hour if I don’t get a picture by then!”
She rang off, leaving Viv to fume and wonder how she came to be related to such a bossy woman. But she rifled through her walk-in closet until she found all the articles of clothing Val had described. She hurriedly put them on, and looked at herself in the mirror. The dress was a form-fitting floor-length affair, with a clotted-cream-colored bodice, and a blood-red skirt, a dangerously low back, and a high slit up one leg, up to the middle of her thigh. It was a strapless gown with built-in bra cups and her breasts pouted just above the scalloped neckline, teasing the eye. And the train that trailed from the waist of the dress to about three feet behind her was the perfect “Princess dress” accent. She would have to wear her black faux fur coat with it, as the evening had turned decidedly chilly, and she’d have to dig out her silk stockings to help keep her legs warm.
As she was taking the picture, her sister called. She hit send and then answered the phone.
“It’s there. Tell me what you think.”
“You look fabulous!” Valerie said, delighted with herself. “What did I tell you? That tiara is gorgeous, and girl, you look fine!”
“Thanks Val! I guess it pays to have a supermodel for a sister, eh?”
“You’re welcome! I hope your date goes off like firecrackers. Just remember, I’ll want details when I come back home!” She laughed at Viv’s “Hell no!” retort, and rang off again.
Cal rang her doorbell at precisely six o’clock, and when she opened the door, she was stunned at the sight of him in sleek black dress pants, a chauffeur’s double breasted black jacket, complete with gray priest’s collar and epaulettes, black leather gloves, and a chauffeur’s hat on his head, and when she glanced behind him, there was a long black limousine parked at the curb.
“What...how…?” she spluttered.
“I am a chauffeur, aren’t I?” he answered, smirking at her. “And I am driving Princess Vivica this evening, no?”
“You look...real,” she said, chuckling.
“So, not so lame after all, eh?” he said, and she had to concede that he was right. “And you…baby, you look ravishing!” he said, taking her gloved hand -- she had added over-the-elbow white gloves to the ensemble -- and raising it to his lips. “I’m going to have to watch out for any guy there who thinks he can hit on my woman!”
Viv chuckled and locked her door behind her before letting him escort her down to the waiting car. His parents were already sitting in the back, sipping champagne. They looked resplendent as a King and Queen, and she smiled at how nicely they all fit together. The ride was half an hour, and when they got to their destination, Viv looked out at a large stretch of land surrounding a beautifully decorated house. Other cars were parked on the grounds around the house, but Cal pulled right up to the front door, and skipped out to open the door for his mother who emerged, followed by his father.
“Stay,” he ordered her. “I’ll come get you.”
He abandoned his parents and came to her side, helping her out and looking her over one more time. “You’re so hot in this dress, baby,” he whispered as he closed the door behind her. Clicking the button, he locked the car and drew her arm through his, escorting her up to the front door which had been left ajar for them. “You’ll not escape tonight,” he warned her darkly.
“Escape?” she asked, knowing full well what he meant. “From?”
But he had no time to respond as his sisters descended on him, hugging and kissing him. The birthday girls demanded to know where their gifts were, and Sara told him his costume looked good. Then they turned to look at her, and Viv felt herself flushing beneath their appraising gaze. She knew she looked good, but it was still unnerving for her to be the center of attention.
“Damn, Vivica, you look fabulous!” Sara said, and the twins did a double take.
“Vivica? Cal’s ex? Wow! It’s been so long? How are you? Where have you been? Are you and Cal hooking up again?”
The questions came fast and furious, a few terribly personal, and Viv remembered how this had always been their way. They spoke their minds, finished each other’s sentences, and generally made life around them more than interesting. And yet she knew they didn’t have a mean bone between them, and they loved the very ground that Cal walked on. Which meant they loved her like a big sister, too. So she hugged them and laughed at their questions, before Cal rescued her and took her round to the back where the party was in full swing. She took in the gargoyle, vampire, werewolf, ghost, and sundry other fantastic creatures, and was happy she could be normal.
The drinks flowed freely, but Viv restricted herself to two glasses of wine and water. She didn’t want a repeat of the headache that had sent her home from work early, and she knew it took a few days for her body to right itself. She noticed that Cal didn’t drink, and it made sense, since he was the chauffeur, and as such had to be the designated driver. The twins drank sparingly as well, and soon Sara called them in for the cake. There were two, as always. Sara cleared her throat, and her parents went to stand on either side of her.
“It’s Halloween, and on this day, thirty-two years ago, Deborah and Ruth were born. They have been insepa
rable ever since. Today, though, marks a new beginning, for both of them. And we want to wish them all the best in their new endeavors, and a very happy birthday!”
Cheers rose from the crowd, the girls blew out their candles, and Sara went on to explain that Debbie was getting married -- which explained the guy she had stuck with all night -- and Ruthie was moving to London for a new job. She watched Cal go over to talk to Debbie, and even from where she stood, it was clearly an uncomfortable conversation. She saw Debbie lead him to the man she was engaged to, and they shook hands stiffly. She’d have to find out what that was all about later.
The rest of the night was spent catching up, watching the new couple and wishing she and Cal could be a couple, fielding questions about her life that she managed to find a way to deflect. She danced with Cal and his dad, played Spin the Bottle for goofy Halloween prizes, and sang karaoke with Ruthie, who was the official cut-up of the family. After a while, though, her head began to feel suspiciously like it was on a rebound course to two nights before, and she whispered to Cal that she needed to leave.
He took one look at her and said, “I’ll take you home now. Let me just get Ma and Dad.”
“Cal, no. Let them stay and enjoy the girls. You can leave me and come back for them. I’ll be fine. I’ll just go to bed.”
He looked ready to argue, but she stopped him. “Really, Cal, I’ll be fine. Just take me home.”
“I’ll see if I can find someone else to take them home then, so I don’t have to come back.”
She walked over to the girls while he went looking for his parents, and congratulated Debbie and her new beau on their upcoming wedding. She was hugged and kissed again, and urged to stay in touch. As she was heading to the front door and her coat, Sara met her and pulled her aside.
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