Sweetest Obsessions - Anthology

by Anthony, Jane

  “No. Never.” He glanced up to see my reaction. “Clearly an oversight on my part…but maybe I was waiting for you.”

  Between being a Domme and The Fucking Red Velvet Queen, I was going to own all of this. I was a curvy force to be reckoned with, and I vowed to stop worrying about the women Marcus had been with who were his own age. Fuck that. I wasn’t getting any younger. And I sure as hell wasn’t getting skinny…

  “So you like what you see?” I confirmed, my eyes resting against his expectantly.

  “Like?” He shook his head. “No, I fucking love it.” He took my hand and twirled me around. “You are a masterpiece, Jolie. Who needs to study sculpture in Greece when you have a true goddess standing right before you?”

  “Greece?” I eyed him curiously.

  He laughed and waved his hand to brush off my concern. “I’m going to Greece next week…”

  “You are?” I squinted at him. I thought he was a poor college graduate trying to get a real job and make a living. I was just starting to really like him, and he was already leaving the country? That seemed about par for the course.

  “Yeah…uh…graduation present from my parents,” he explained.

  “So you’re coming back?”

  “Of course I’m coming back.” He laughed again. “Why wouldn’t I?”

  “Well, you’re not American. And you’re a temp.”

  “Right. Well, I’m going to finish out the summer at least.” He smiled to reassure me. “Do you really want to talk about work?”

  Cy

  I finally had her right where I wanted her, and she was going to grill me about work? What the fuck? I clearly needed to turn up the charm. Though I should have been taking the opportunity to glean some useful intel for my parents, I couldn’t deny that I was about zero percent interested in my undercover boss gig at the moment and one hundred percent interested in giving this gorgeous creature multiple orgasms.

  “No, I don’t want to talk about work,” she confirmed. Her lips set into a thin line as her stare heated up in intensity. “What I want to do is strip you down and see what you look like under all those clothes.”

  Now we’re talking! “Well, no one’s stopping you…”

  She bit her lip as she stepped toward me, a seductive swing in her hips, which I could fully appreciate now that she didn’t have seven hundred layers of material covering them. She grabbed the hem of my black t-shirt and lifted it up. I shrugged out of it and left the whole thing in her hand in the span of about two heartbeats—she seemed impressed by how quickly I made that happen. Then her fingers went to work on my pants, which she deftly unbuttoned and unzipped before sliding them down my thighs.

  I stepped out, and there I stood before her in all my glory, nothing but a tight pair of black boxer briefs hugging my swelling erection close to my body. All I wanted to do was unleash that beast and have my way with her, but we were finally alone, really alone, and we could take our time. Savor each other.

  Savor each other? Where the hell did that come from? Cy Sweet was not a savoring type of lover. He was a get in and get off type of guy. Sure, I liked making my partner come too, but not if it took forever. There was definitely a statute of limitations on orgasms.

  But Marcus Young had an entirely different M.O. All Marcus wanted to do was make this beautiful goddess come over and over again, on my tongue, with my fingers, around my cock. And though I wanted to feel bad about being Marcus tonight and not introducing Jolie to Cy, I knew she probably wouldn’t like Cy nearly as much. Hell, I was starting to prefer Marcus over Cy, myself.

  “Goddamn,” she breathed out as she stared at my cock, her breasts heaving in her lacy black strapless bra. Her gaze unwavering, she pointed to the bed. “Go lie down.”

  My eyes jerked to hers. “What?” She was giving me instructions? Oh, hell no.

  A devious smile twisted the corners of her lips up. “Yes. Go lie down if you want your cock sucked.”

  I reached for her hand, which she willingly gave to me. A split second later I had jerked her forward to stand in front of me, and with two hands on her shoulders, I pushed her down until her knees hit the carpet. She grunted in surprise, but when she looked up at me, I could see the fire sparking in her amethyst eyes.

  “I’m giving the orders here,” I assured her as I lowered my boxer briefs down my thighs, allowing my monstrous cock to spring out into her face.

  Her tongue darted out, but I jerked her head back, fisting her shoulder-length brown hair in my hand. She was clearly not accustomed to following orders. Her nostrils flared, and she slightly winced when I tightened my grip.

  “Do you want to suck my cock, Jolie?” I questioned, forcing her to lift her eyes to me with a finger under her chin.

  “Yes,” she simply responded.

  “Open your mouth.” I waited for her to do as I told her, and when she did, I eased the tip between her pink, plump lips. I was used to seeing her face painted with thick layers of makeup, but I preferred her like this, a slight flush on her cheeks and just a hint of mascara bringing out her thick lashes. There was something more organic about this look, something hotter, more primal.

  I could tell by the way her eyes watered that she wasn’t used to taking a cock as big as mine down her throat. I was as gentle as I could be, but damn if those sweet, juicy lips and tongue working my aching shaft didn’t make me want to ram it down fast and hard. “That’s it, Jolie, you are a magnificent cocksucker.”

  “Mmmmmm,” came garbled out of her mouth as she closed her eyes and concentrated on making long, deep strokes up and down my throbbing manhood. Seeing her like that, so raw and vulnerable, only made me want to return the favor. I reached down to hook my hands under her armpits and pulled her off my cock, lifting her until her feet hit the floor.

  “What are you doing?” she rasped, her eyes popping open in confusion.

  I heaved her over my shoulder before plopping her down on my king-sized mattress. “I want to taste you too,” I explained, and her eyes fluttered half-closed and she sucked in a sharp breath as if the sound of my words oozing out had struck her right in the clit.

  I pulled her on top of me, digging my fingers into the fleshy globes of her voluptuous ass as I positioned her pussy right over my mouth. She wasted no time wrapping her lips around my cock again, taking it even deeper than she had on her knees. I could barely breathe as she ground her hips into my face, taking what she needed from my lips and tongue while soft moans escaped around my shaft.

  I was able to get enough air in my lungs to instruct her, “Come all over my face, my queen.”

  Her fingers grasped my thighs as she took me even deeper, enough that she gagged on me as she continued to fuck my face. I couldn’t believe how ridiculously hot it was for her to writhe against me, her gorgeous curves undulating as her pussy began to gush hot, sweet juices into my hungry mouth. Not once did she break suction on my cock, and I swore I wasn’t going to come, but as soon as I felt her walls squeezing the two fingers I’d shoved up her tight channel, I completely lost my resolve. My seed rocketed up my shaft and exploded out the head of my cock just as she tightened her lips around it, and as my balls drained every last drop they held down her throat, she sucked me dry.

  Our bodies both wound down, our orgasms gradually fading along with our moans and racing hearts. I moved out from underneath her, pulling her to rest in the crook of my arm as my other hand stroked down the hourglass curve between her breasts and ass.

  I couldn’t believe how beautiful she was lying here in my arms. Usually after I came, I had to force myself to stick around, to cuddle with my partner. But in this moment, something deep inside of me was begging to never let her go.

  “That was—” she finally attempted to speak.

  “—just the beginning,” I finished her sentence, guiding her hand between my legs where my cock was beginning to swell again at the idea of filling her sweet pussy.

  “I can’t stay much longer,” she sighed, her voice
tapering off to a whisper as the words spilled out.

  I didn’t answer her, instead flipping her onto her back and sliding between her thighs, which parted to accept me. She didn’t really want to leave. That much was abundantly clear. I reached for a condom from the drawer in my nightstand, and she watched me roll it down my shaft with a hungry look in her eyes.

  As she lay there, wild and wanton, I thought about the threats my parents had given me the night before. They wanted me to pump her for information. The thing I wanted to pump her for was as many orgasms as I could deliver.

  There was no way I was ruining tonight with any talk of Sweetopia. Not a chance in hell. I was finally getting to savor the spicy side of The Red Velvet Queen, and I was not about to fuck that up.

  The only thing I would be fucking tonight was Jolie. Maybe I’d feel differently in the morning, but for right now, I was living in the moment.

  10

  Jolie

  The next morning, I didn’t have the panicked, jolt awake in bed when my alarm goes off kind of morning. Instead, the sun wiggled its way past the blinds and gently coaxed my eyes open. I looked around, my consciousness slowly grasping the fact that it was Saturday, and I didn’t have to go to work.

  That was another thing I had to fight with the Sweets about: weekends off. I negotiated two weekends off a month in the summer. During the school year, the park was closed on Mondays and Tuesdays, so those were my weekends. It wasn’t ideal, but it was better than them expecting me to be there every damn day. It was like they thought they’d hired a robot instead of a real, live human being.

  I balked at my evil overlord bosses being my first thought of the day. Instead, I let thoughts of Marcus and our date the night before crash over me like a tidal wave, sweeping away all the negative thoughts. Oh, yes, that is much better. I saw flashes of his hands pressed into my skin, his mouth grazing my nipples, and a deep, satisfying soreness reminded me of his massive cock driving into me on repeat.

  It was completely breathtaking.

  Last night it took all my strength to fight the urge to collapse in his arms after our romp and drift off to sleep in his warm, safe embrace. I had to get back to the hospital, where I stayed with River until after midnight before returning home to my bed. I would go back and see my little man later today.

  My phone buzzed on my nightstand, sending an adrenaline rush racing through me. Through bleary morning vision, I entered my passcode and pulled up the text message, which immediately made me smile.

  Marcus: Wish you were waking up next to me.

  I didn’t send it, but my first thought was Oh, I do too, my sexy man. There was no way I could explain how much I wished I were waking up next to him, but that would have meant shirking my responsibilities as a mom. And I couldn’t do that. I didn’t know how to tell him that my son had cystic fibrosis. Not to mention the small fact of my second job. What would he think if he knew I beat old men’s asses for money?

  Before I could reply, he sent another text: What are you doing today?

  Sigh. I couldn’t exactly tell him the truth. Not over text. Going to the hospital to see River. Hanging out with Reed. Session with a new client, Peter Swain. I was going to be busy from the moment I crawled out of bed until the sun set.

  I settled on: Oh, you know, Mom stuff.

  Marcus: Any time for me? Even just coffee or a drink? I feel bad that I didn’t actually take you out last night.

  Me: I’ll have to check with my mom. For sitting, you know.

  Marcus: Okay, I’ll wait. :)

  I headed into the kitchen where I could hear my mom already rumbling around, hopefully making coffee. Reed was probably still asleep. It had been way too quiet around our apartment this week with River in the hospital. I couldn’t wait to have my little man back home. It wouldn’t be much longer now. Dr. Grimes said he was pleased with River’s bloodwork since they started the antibiotics.

  Maybe things in my life were finally starting to look up? I was seeing an amazing guy. My son seemed to be thriving, for the most part. And the Sweets might actually be forced to get their fucking act together where their employees were concerned.

  “Hey! How was last night?” my mom cooed from the corner of the kitchen where she was pouring coffee into a mug. I noticed she had another mug right next to hers, presumably for me. Best. Mom. Ever.

  I couldn’t even answer her question. A long, wistful sigh came out in lieu of a response.

  “That good, huh?” She grinned. “I want to hear all about it!”

  I let out a raspy chuckle. “Uh, no, I don’t think you want those kinds of details.” I took the mug she was offering with a grateful smile then fixed it up with cream and sugar.

  She smiled and shook her head at me. “When are you seeing him again?”

  “He wants to see me today,” I answered between sips. “But I’m too busy, really.”

  “Why not go out tonight? After the boys are asleep? I don’t mind.” She winked at me. What is the relationship version of a drug pusher? That’s what she is.

  I shook my head as I took yet another sip of coffee, my hands cradling the mug as if it were the Holy Grail. The caffeine was filtering into my bloodstream; I could feel it. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

  “No, I’m telling you. Again.” She set down her mug and gave me her “business” look. She’d be breaking out the Italian next if I didn’t agree.

  “Fine.” I rolled my eyes. “I will meet him for like an hour later tonight.”

  “That’s my girl.” Satisfied, she put her empty mug in the sink and went off to gather up laundry.

  I grabbed my phone and asked Marcus if we could meet at eight for drinks. It only took him a few seconds to text back a confirmation and address.

  I managed to make it on time for once. It was amazing how motivating seeing Marcus was in helping me cross off all the items on my to-do list. Even the session with the new client didn’t completely zap me of energy like it normally would. I parked and found Marcus waiting for me right outside the cute little restaurant and bar on a canal in one of the ritzy shopping areas near downtown.

  “You look gorgeous,” he said, pressing a kiss to my cheek with a smile that made me go weak in the knees. I almost regretted agreeing to meet him in person instead of having a repeat performance of our romp the night before.

  “Thank you.” I took his hand as he led me inside. He asked for a booth, which I doubted they’d be able to deliver on during a busy Saturday night, but the hostess took one look at Marcus and grinned before immediately ushering us to a booth far in the back of the restaurant, right by the water.

  “Wow, that was impressive!” I noted as we sat down and he cracked open the menu the server had left.

  He winked. “I think my accent gets me special treatment sometimes.”

  I didn’t know if it was his accent or his sexy nerd looks, but either way, it was fun to be out on the town with someone like Marcus. He had this swagger about him, like he owned the world. It was hard to believe he was a recent college grad with a temp gig at Sweetopia. I could hardly imagine what kind of confidence he’d have when he finally secured his dream job. I imagined The Bard’s Bakery was not it.

  “What a beautiful night!” I exclaimed, looking out across the canal. The railing was looped with tiny twinkling fairy lights and all the other lights along the water seemed to be winking back. There was live music across the way from a different restaurant’s deck, and it filtered gently through the warm night breeze. It was just loud enough that it could be enjoyed, but not too loud to inhibit conversation.

  “Thank you for agreeing to see me again,” Marcus noted, lifting his eyes above the menu to stare at me. “I know you’re busy with mom stuff.”

  I mustered a soft giggle. “Yeah, my two boys keep me busy, that’s for sure.” I knew this was the perfect time to interject the part about River’s condition, but it was such a downer. I didn’t want to put any kind of damper on this beautiful evening. There wo
uld be plenty of time to tell Marcus when I got to know him better.

  Listen to me—talking as if we were an item, a couple.

  I was adamantly opposed to it when I first met him, but that was back when I thought he was like most other twenty-something men I had known: self-absorbed and immature. He seemed to be wise beyond his years, and he truly seemed to care about me.

  “What are they into? Your boys? Reed and River, right?” he asked. “Reed is the older one?”

  “Wow, good memory!” I was impressed. We’d briefly discussed them the night before, but the main focus of our previous date was our heart-stopping, passionate tango between the sheets. I took a sip of the water the server had brought before answering his question. “They love playing outside, of course. Reed plays soccer and is pretty athletic. River loves books and video games. He’s a bit of a nerd like his mom.”

  “Hey, nerds rule,” Marcus interjected with a wide smile. “I’m a proud nerd!”

  “I love that about you,” I admitted. “I’ve always had a bit of a thing for nerds…”

  “Lucky me!” He flagged down the waitress and proceeded to order us two alcoholic drinks.

  I felt like such an adult all the sudden, which was weird because I always got to experience the non-fun parts of adulting: taking care of kids, working two jobs and paying bills. But I rarely got to partake of the fun parts: indulging in adult drinks, staying out late, or enjoying sex. This week, it was like all the fun adult stuff I’d missed out on during the past few years had been crammed into two nights. Maybe it was just the start of a new and exciting adult adventure for me? I was almost too scared to hope for it.

  “So, I’m guessing Sweetopia is just a stepping stone to what you really want to do with your life. Right?” I asked while we waited for our drinks to arrive.