by Marchman, AC
He spreads my legs apart with his hands. His warm tongue touches my inner thighs and I quiver as he moves it closer to my apex. He slowly licks from the bottom of my folds to my clit, which is aching now, yearning for relief. I buck my hips off the bed, unable to stifle the groan that escapes my lips. Donovan places a firm hand on my belly to hold me still, all while he darts his tongue in and out of me. I roll my head back as I grip his hair in both hands, my body demanding that he go deeper. He kisses me there like he would kiss my mouth, his tongue invading my folds. One final flick of his tongue does it and I cum hard, my world spiraling out of control as my body convulses from my orgasm. I feel my legs go weak as Donovan lifts his head and licks his lips. “God, you taste amazing.”
I shudder one more time as he crawls on top of me. He holds his shaft in his hand and circles the folds, letting it go in just a little, then pulling out. “You’re a tease,” I pant, desperately wanting his whole length inside me. I start scratching my nails down his back, then grabbing his ass, basically demanding he give me what I want.
He looks down at me through those hooded blue eyes, which are shining dangerously at me, and says, “You want all of me, baby?” Like I would ever say no. I bob my head up and down, not able to complete a sentence because it’s impossible to think right now. He smirks, then encircles me one more time, then slams into me.
I cry out, “Oh God, Yes!’ He starts his pace hard and fast. This is no holds barred kind of fucking, and I love it. I wrap my legs around him, and the feeling of him pounding into me is too much and once again, I let go around him. My muscles tighten and he feels it, too. He rams me a few more times as I’m cumming and he groans loudly. I feel him throbbing and letting himself go deep inside of me. He whispers my name as he finishes, wrapping me in his arms as he collapses on me. I cup his face and give him a slow, lingering kiss. Then I move the hair out of his eyes and just stare, not knowing the right thing to say at this moment. I want so badly to say “I love you”, but I hold my tongue. He has to say it first. I said it to Matt the first time and I’m not doing it again. I have to know he feels like I do before I will utter those three little words.
He looks deep in thought, like he has something to say. He rolls off of me and I grimace at the empty feeling. I roll onto my side to watch him get dressed. His back is towards me and I watch him in wonder. How the hell do you get back muscles like that?
“Everything okay?” I ask as I scoot myself up and swing my legs off the bed, hoping they don’t buckle under me.
“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m fine, sorry. Just tired now that you wore me out.” He turns to bend down to give me a swift kiss to my lips. I just shrug my shoulders and start to get dressed myself. I wish I knew what he was thinking about. Maybe I’m reading into it too much. Maybe he really is tired and he has a big day ahead of him. He slips his shirt back on, and I come up behind him and wrap my arms around him.
“I can’t wait to see you in your tux,” I say dreamingly, knowing he will look sexy as hell. He belly laughs and my arms vibrate.
“Yeah, I clean up pretty nicely,” he jokes as he whips around and plants a much longer, sweeter kiss on my mouth. “Now, come on. I’m pretty sure everyone is looking for us by now.” He takes my hand and we walk back down the stairs only to run into his stepmother who is grabbing wine out of the kitchen.
“Opps, sorry, Donna,” Donovan mutters as we race past her with our heads down. We may be grown adults, but having sex in his father’s house seems like a sin. I hang my head down in pure guilty fashion, hoping she doesn’t see the embarrassment on my face. I feel her fake eyes shooting daggers into my back. I turn my head back to her and I see anger on her face, but once she notices I’m looking, her overly plump lips curl into a fake smile. God, is there anything about this woman that’s real? I shake at my head as we enter the living room where everyone is seated, drinking wine and having a good ol’ time.
Donovan and I join them on an empty loveseat. I curl my feet under my bottom and lean into my man. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and kisses my head. I settle in to listen to the banter between everyone. Megan teasing Adam about getting his hair cut in the morning. Rob talking to Gabriel about business. Stacey talking to Donovan about the wedding. Then Donna walks into the room with another bottle of Callahan White Zin. Her hips sway back and forth, giving the illusion that she’s a cat. Nah, more like a tiger that wants to tear my throat out. My back stiffens as she makes her way into the room and takes a seat next to Rob. I can’t shake that gut feeling I have about her. I’ve only met her a short time ago, but she seems like she has some sort of vendetta against either me or Donovan. I’m just not sure which.
Chapter 6
Donovan
God, I’m always so torn about coming back to Savannah. Part of me loves coming back to my childhood home, seeing my Pops, Megan and Ms. Chandler. The other part of me can’t stand it. Seeing that disgusting creature that is my stepmother makes me want to vomit. As I sit here with my arm wrapped around Allie, I watch Donna from the corner of my eye. Yeah, she gives off the appearance that she’s some sort of godsend to my dad and that she made him appreciate life again after my mother left. Nothing is farther from the truth. I see her blowing through my dad’s money left and right, spending it like it’s hers to throw away. Jesus, she dropped ten grand on a boob job that looks like it was done by some underground plastic surgeon in Mexico. I have no idea what Pops sees in her, I don’t think I ever will. That’s why I appreciate Allie. She’s real, nothing fake about her. I take my eyes off Donna, who thank God isn’t paying attention, and I turn them on my girl. She is content just listening to everyone else, even though I felt her body tense up when that crazy bitch walked in the door. She snuggles in closer, leaning her head against my shoulder.
I know I need to tell her the truth, that I have to be honest with her about shit, but I don’t want to bring any more stress on her than she’s already endured. I just want the weekend to go be smoothly and spend every waking moment with her that I can. Okay, I sound like a puss, but honestly, it’s how I feel. I have never once felt like this before, and she makes my heart do flips when she smiles at me and my stomach knots up when she kisses me. Oh great, now I’m getting hard from just the memory. I try to keep my mind on other things and not on her tight, hot body that becomes putty in my hands as soon as I touch her. She’s just as sex crazed as I am, and I’m to blame for that. Not that I’m complaining, not at all. I mean, what guy doesn’t like getting laid every day, and more often than not, multiple times daily. I’ve corrupted her, but I can’t help it that I crave her like an addict craves a drug. She’s got so much going for her. She’s brilliant, sexy, caring, all those things that I’m not worthy of having. I wanted to tell her upstairs that I’m falling for her, but it didn’t seem like the right time yet. I held my tongue in fear of her not feeling the same way. I don’t even know if she feels the same about me, so she might think I’m a lunatic. I have a feeling she’s digging on me like I am her, but I’m too scared to say it. I have only ever said “I love you” to Claire. That’s only because she said it to me every ten fucking minutes, not mention she’s insane and would flip if I didn’t say it back. But in order to tell Allie how I feel, I think I need to come clean about a few things first...
Gabe brings me back to the present. “Hey, dude, are you listening?” He waves a hand back and forth to see if I’m with it or not.
“Uh, yeah....what did you say?” I laugh, completely missing everything that’s been said for the last five minutes.
“I said, do you have the rings for tomorrow, dipshit?”
“Yeah, I got them. In my room, locked safely away. I can’t go screwing up your wedding day, now can I? I use my middle finger to rub my eye. “Dick.”
I feel Allie shake with silent laughter at Gabe and me. She’s so cute when she’s being shy, when she doesn’t want anyone to hear her giggle...or moan. Okay, that’s it. I’m going to have to get this girl back in my bed, and soon,
before I explode in my pants.
“Well, it’s late and we’ve been on the road all day. I think we’re gonna get to bed,” I fake yawn as I stretch my arms over my head. “We’ve all got a long day tomorrow.” I cut my eyes over to her, and judging by her striking, bedroom green eyes, she’s having the same thoughts I am. Yep, I’m gonna blow her mind all over again until she can’t walk straight. My cock twitches and I stand so the whole room doesn’t know my...situation. I grab Allie’s hand and she takes it quickly “Good night, all.”
I lead her up the main staircase towards my old room. I can feel Donna’s eyes on me, but I ignore it and don’t turn back to look at her. Geez, she’s the bane of my existence...well, one of them anyways. When she came into my dad’s life, most everything was back to normal. My mother left when I was six and Donna popped in by the time I was eleven. Dad worked like normal and Ms. Chandler would help us with our homework, take us to practices and Megan’s ballet classes. Everything was tolerable, even though the pain of losing my mom to alcohol still makes my heart ache. Donna was hired as Dad’s assistant, and they quickly became involved. He started bringing her around my sister and me, and from the first time I met her, I hated her. I don’t know what it was at first, but once she married Dad, it became apparent. She wanted all of his attention, and his money.
That’s when she decided to talk Dad into sending me to boarding school. I hated the bitch for it. She uprooted me and sent me to Atlanta, over three hours away from everything I had ever known. Maybe if she didn’t meet Pops, I wouldn’t have met Claire, and my life wouldn’t be the fucked up mess it is now. And maybe I wouldn’t have to lie to Allie about a part of my life I really just want to forget about.
“Is everything okay?” my girl asks once we reach my bedroom. She tilts her lovely head to the side, her green eyes searching mine.
“Yeah, baby doll, I’m good,” I lie. Dammit, yet another lie I just told her straight faced. I recover and say, “You don’t mind staying in my old room, do you?”
Her face softens. “Oh, that’s perfectly fine with me. As long as I’m with you, everything is fine.” Ugh, why does she say things like that? It makes me feel even more guilty, even though I enjoy her saying endearments like that. God, my world is so turned upside down. I want to tell her the ugly truth about Claire and me, but I don’t want to lose her. I mask my emotions; I’ve become quite an expert of that. I turn the knob and flip the light switch up. She walks in and surveys my room, in all its sports mania splendor. Donna wanted to turn it into some kind of guest room, like we already didn’t have six of them, but Pops told her no way. I smile, thinking about how he stood up to her and the fit that she threw over it, but he still didn’t back down. “Wow, you really like the Redskins, huh?” Allie asks, looking at all of my Washington memorabilia. “Jon would be so jealous!”
I chuckle, “Oh, you have no idea. My mother’s family is from Maryland, so it’s kind of been passed down to me. My grandfather had season tickets and since I was his only grandson, he always took me. He willed them to me when he died, but I haven’t gone to one in years.”
She looks at me, her face saddened and says, “I’m sorry for your loss.” I cup her face and softly kiss her sweet lips.
“It’s alright. It happened a long time ago. Don’t be sorry, babe.” I lean down to kiss her again, this time with more force. I suck on her bottom lip and move my hands down to her back, pulling her to me. She groans as our kiss deepens, and I know she’ll be ready for me in a matter of minutes. I slide my hands down lower to her perfect ass and lift her up. She immediately wraps her long legs around my waist, and I know she can feel my erection through her panties, which are already damp. This turns me on even more, so I carry her over to my bed and sit her down. Before I can even get her dress off, she’s fumbling with my zipper. “Damn, baby,” I groan as she succeeds in pulling my shorts and boxers down around my ankles. Then she surprises the hell out of me when she takes me in her hand and starts stroking up and down. I watch her intently as she brings her mouth to my tip, looking up at me through her long lashes. Her tongue swirls around, making me harder than I already was. I pant while I grab two fistfuls of her hair. She would like so hot in pigtails; I’ll bring that up next time.
Allie slides her warm mouth as far down as she can, and brings it slowly back up. It takes everything in me not to cum in her mouth right now. She repeats the process, using her hand to stroke in the same motion as her lips. With each time, she picks up her speed and I tell her how good she feels and how hard she makes me. This seems to get her going even more and I see her other hand move between her legs. God, I love the fact she gets off going down on me. I see her fingers making circling motions and I can’t stand it anymore. “Enough,” I growl and I pull her up to me. I grab her dress and pull it over her head, leaving her naked with the exception of her damp thong. I make quick work of it as I just rip it from her body. She gasps, shocked by my roughness, but quickly responds by almost tearing my shirt off my chest.
I turn her around so her backside is against my front. Her skin is so soft and smooth, I can’t help but run my fingertips down her arms, around to her stomach, then back up to her breasts. Her nipples are hard and I roll them gently around as I kiss her neck. She rolls her head so I have better access to that sensitive spot of hers, where her shoulder connects to her neck. I slowly walk us backwards so I can sit on the bed and I pull her down on my lap. My dick feels like it’s the hardest it’s ever been and it needs to find its way inside of this girl, now. “Lift up your ass,” I breathe into her ear and she complies. I position myself then pull her back down. I feel her clench as my tip meets with her soaking wet heat. I wrap my other arm around her tiny waist and guide her down on my shaft. Oh my God, she feels so tight, so warm, so right. She grabs my thighs and digs her nails in, giving me just a bite of pain mixed with a lot of pleasure. Like I knew she would be, her body is willing and ready for me. She glides all the way down so every inch of me is deep inside her and I feel her tighten. She pushes up on the balls of her feet so she can pull up; I guide her with my hands on her hips. Then she slams back all the way down and we both cry out with pleasure. She sits there for a minute, letting herself stretch to accommodate my girth. I can feel that it goes deeper this way for her, and I can feel that G spot that makes her cum hard. Her rhythm starts to pick up as she rides me backwards. I reach around her and knead her breasts. I know she’s close; she always starts to curse. This time, it’s “Fuck me, Donovan,” so I pound into her mercilessly.
“Oh God!” she moans as I feel her cum all around my cock. Her wall muscles clench me tight and I can’t hold back anymore. I start to fill her with my release as she finishes hers. She collapses back onto me and I hold her against my chest, our breathing returning to normal. I love basking in the afterglow of incredibly hot sex with my lady. We sit here for a few minutes, with her wrapped in my arms and right now I want nothing more than to tell her how she means to me, how much I’m falling for her. But I hold back for the time being. I know I need to break down the secrets I have kept from her. Then, and only then, can I tell her my true feelings. Maybe by then, I can be honest with myself, too. Maybe.
Chapter 7
Allie
“The sex keeps getting better and better with you, babe,” Donovan says as I stand up and head to the bathroom. I feel my smile reach my eyes and nod in agreement.
“I couldn’t have put it better myself,” I tell him as I pad onto the beige tile floor. I turn the shower on and let the water warm up before I step in. I see that my boyfriend was nice enough to put our toiletries away. It’s the little things he does that mean the most. I can’t help but grin even more when I think about his thoughtfulness. I automatically reach for the necklace he bought for me; a small diamond pendant from Nordstrom’s. I hardly ever take it off.
I step into the steaming hot shower and wash the day away. Then it occurs to me; Donovan didn’t join me like he usually does. Hmm, wonder if he passed out? H
e did say he was tired and we did have a long day. I finish washing quickly and turn the water off. When I step out, I wrap a big fluffy towel around myself. I turn to open the door when I hear hushed voices. I crack the door as quietly as I can to see who’s talking and I see Donna standing there in her floor length silk gown, her arms crossed and a snarl on her face. Donovan is dressed, thank God, and is standing in front of her. Judging by his facial expression, he’s pissed off, but he’s whispering so it’s difficult to make out what they are saying. I hate being a snoop, but I can’t stand that woman already and I want to know what’s saying that is sending my man into a tizzy.
“Did you have to bring that...that girl with you this weekend? We really needed to talk,” Donna hisses at him, her light green contacts are out and I can see her eyes are dark brown, almost black. Reminds me of the pits of hell.
“Look, I told you we have nothing more to discuss. I’ve got absolutely nothing to say to you. And Allie is not that girl,” he hisses right back at her. I knew she didn’t like me, but I have no idea why. I’m damn sure going to find out. I continue to eavesdrop, not even feeling the slight bit of shame
