by Katy Kaylee
Preston’s goons were up against a professional who’d been evading authority a lot longer than they’d been stalking people.
We knew that time was of the essence. We had to leave tomorrow, or Preston would have time to figure out something was going on. Ted had his nurses cover for him at work and said he was staying home with a toothache, then slipped out the back door and walked a few blocks through his neighbors’ backyards before hailing a cab.
He had been texting me the entire time, keeping me appraised, and making me laugh with his antics.
Meanwhile, he had arranged everything for me. He bought me fake plane tickets to New Orleans, so that Preston would think that I was spending the weekend there. Then instead of heading to the airport I went to the train station, swapping out cabs twice along the way. I boarded a train to Asheville, North Carolina, a beautiful and popular town in the Smoky Mountains.
Right before the train doors closed, I got off on the opposite side, and hurried down the platform steps and into the women’s restroom before the train moved, so that nobody watching would see me fleeing.
Once that was taken care of, I took the bus down to the harbor, where Ted had chartered a private boat for me. At last, and only then, had I finally been able to relax.
Now I was on the island, and if I’d been followed successfully this entire time, I certainly couldn’t tell. I was pretty sure the train was what did it - got whoever was keeping tabs on me off my trail - and taking a bus and using cash meant that Preston couldn’t use my financials to track me, if he had managed to get a hold of those. I didn’t like to think about that idea. I could sue him for it, of course, if he had, but it still wasn’t a pleasant idea. He was invading my life enough already by having people tail me.
I stepped off the boat onto the marina and looked around, my suitcase in hand. I had packed light, since I’d known I would be running around all over the place to get here, and it was only a weekend getaway. Nothing requiring fancy packing, especially since I suspected I wouldn’t exactly have use for clothes.
Ted came quickly down the pier, grinning at me. He was gorgeous, and mmm, already shirtless, wearing long dark blue swim trunks and sunglasses, his hair windswept. I could see in the bright sunlight the muscles I had been feeling and admiring for weeks now, and nearly swooned.
“There you are,” he said, sweeping me up into his arms and kissing me, and I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed back, feeling languid and dreamy in the warm summer sun.
We kissed for, well, far too long to be decent, but I didn’t care. I was with Ted, on this gorgeous island, and we were about to have a carefree weekend away from all of the awful things and people that had been plaguing me.
Ted finally pulled away once my knees began to go out from how turned on I was, surveying me with a satisfied glint in his eyes. “Mmm, look at you, getting needy already.”
“And who’s fault is that?” I shot back, breathless and panting.
Ted winked at me, then took my hand. “C’mon, I want to have time to give you a tour.”
We drove up to his vacation house, and I enjoyed the view the whole way. And I didn’t mean the one outside the car windows. It felt almost like spring break when I was in college, that same giddy, carefree feeling where we could do anything, be anyone, and that we had to be sure to do it quick because we only had a week before school and exams started up again.
Ted’s house was beautiful. As we pulled up I saw him fiddling with the steering wheel a little, drumming on it with his fingers like he was nervous. I didn’t see how he could be. This house was beautiful. It was old, looked like one of the oldest on the island, in fact, but it had clearly been lovingly taken care of all this time.
“I love it,” I said, smiling so wide it hurt.
Ted glanced at me. “You sure? I know it’s not… well.”
Not as big as the other houses, not as fancy, might not be what you wanted or expected.
Poor sweet man, always wanting to give me only the best, to take care of me.
“It’s beautiful.” Ted parked the car and I got out, still admiring the house. “I like it much better than all these new homes. Some people clearly just want to flaunt how much wealth they have, you know? It’s tacky. And I’ve kind of become… disillusioned with the… wealth and the upper society and all of that. This is so much nicer. It feels like a real home.”
Ted’s face went a little pink and I realized that he was blushing. “It’s been in the hands of this one family for generations. A friend of mine, and her husband’s family, they took care of it all this time. They ended up co-owning it together when the time came, but then my friend’s husband died and she just couldn’t bear to keep it. It didn’t feel right, exactly, since it wasn’t her family, it was her husband’s family, and with all the memories… and I wanted to have a summer home for my family, when I got one. So I bought it from her, with the promise that I’d put a lot of new memories in it.”
“I love that,” I said honestly.
Ted offered me his arm. “Would you like a tour?”
I laughed. “Certainly.”
The house had three bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a wide back porch to look out into the ocean and the beach. Right now one of the three bedrooms was being used as an office, but Ted said he wanted to be able to change that into a children’s room someday. “What would I need an office here anyway for, I don’t come here to do work, you know?”
I loved the kitchen. Plenty of room to bake in here, something I’d always loved doing. I had come to hate cooking and baking while married to Chad, because he was always expecting me to do it for him - his perfect little housewife who stayed in the kitchen cooking meals for him and his friends. It made me sad, that something that had once given me so much joy was now soured. I wanted to find a way to enjoy baking again, to recapture that feeling I used to get when I’d make a key lime pie and just get this little thrill of happiness.
“What do you think?” Ted asked. “Big enough?”
I laughed. “This is plenty big.” I ran my hands over the white-and-gray speckled countertops. “I love these counters.”
Ted pressed me up against them. “I’d like them a lot more with you on them,” he whispered, lightly biting my earlobe.
I shivered. I could so easily imagine him picking me up and setting me on the counter, licking into me, making me tug on his hair and moan… sliding his cock into me and fucking me hard and fast until I was shrieking his name…
“Show me the rest of the house,” I said, playfully pushing him away. “Or we’ll never get through it.”
The master bedroom was my favorite. It was done up all in white and the palest blues, light and airy, with a huge window and a small balcony, and an en suite bathroom with a large bath.
“What do you think?” Ted asked. He took my hand and twirled me around. “Enough room to dance in here.”
I could picture myself dancing with Ted, music coming out of a small speaker, nothing but the two of us in the world. Ted was staring at me with this shine in his eyes, like he was looking at a goddess, and I felt myself blushing. Nobody had ever been able to make me feel as beautiful as Ted did, and he managed it without even saying anything.
“Perfection,” I told him, falling into his arms as I finished twirling, my hands settling on his chest.
“You’re perfection,” Ted replied in a soft murmur, his gaze drawling slowly all over my body, like he couldn’t quite figure out where to look, like all of me was a wonder to him.
“You know,” he added, getting a hand in my hair and using his grip to tilt my head back so that he could slowly kiss up my neck, “I’ve never brought anyone here. Nobody except you. So this bed is… rather unchristened. I think that’s rather sad.”
“A tragedy, really,” I replied, shivering as he bit down lightly on my pulse point, nipping, teasing me.
Ted’s hands slid down my body and then he tugged me into
him, kissing back up to my mouth. “How about we do something about that, hmm?”
“Well… I suppose, if we can work it into the schedule… in between all the lazy sunbathing and the marshmallow roasting…”
Before I could even blink Ted was scooping me up, sending me laughing onto the bed as he carried me across and playfully dumped me onto my back. I quickly yanked off my dress, watching as Ted did the same with his clothes. He was gorgeous, the sun coming in through the massive balcony windows illuminating all of him, the chiseled planes and muscles of his body.
I reached out for him, crooking my finger, a smirk playing along the corners of my mouth. I couldn’t remember the last time sex had felt lighthearted, playful almost, like I could throw anything at my partner and they’d take it and run with it.
Actually, wait, I could remember - my last time with Ted. That had been the last time.
Ted crawled up the bed to me and I ran my hands over his shoulders, his arms, his chest, the warmth of him seeping in through my palms and spreading through all of me.
He pressed me down into the mattress, kissing me, and I spread my legs immediately, wrapping them around him, feeling his hard cock sliding against my pussy. I shivered, delighting in the tease of having him so close to where I wanted him, but not quite.
“We’ll have to christen every room in this house,” I told him. “You know, just to be certain. To do it all properly.”
“Oh, of course,” Ted replied. He rolled us so that I was on top, his hands coming up to massage my breasts. Now he could stare at me the way that I’d been staring at him a moment ago, my skin all aglow from the afternoon sun. It made me feel powerful, like a goddess or something. Ted always made me feel like that, like I was more than human.
He sat up, kissing my stomach, my ribs, the underside of my breasts, my collarbone, up and down and side to side, covering every inch of my skin. I clung to him, arching my hips, letting him take his time. I wanted him to hurry up and get inside of me. I felt like a fire that was running out of fuel, that needed something more to burn, but at the same time—when was the last time we’d really taken our time together? To explore one another’s bodies like this? And I felt so… so lighthearted inside. Away from Charleston, away from Preston and all the rest, I felt like a weight had been taken off of my shoulders and that now, finally, I could relax and have fun.
And I wasn’t about to stop Ted if he really was inclined to kiss me all over. It was like I had finally given him permission to map out my body and now he was doing so, his hands moving everywhere, tickling and pinching and massaging, finding every single possible erotic zone and exploiting it. His mouth was insistent and persistent, and I felt like a puddle of goo, moaning and melting into his touch.
I tugged lightly at his hair, ran my hands over his body too, pinching his nipples, seeing what made him jolt and groan. God, he was so hot, I could hardly believe that this gorgeous, sexy man wanted me, that he was devoting himself to me like this. It was terrifying and elating in equal measure.
At last, grinding against his cock became too much of a tease for me. I wanted him to fuck me properly. I was so close but it wasn’t enough, not enough to really get me to orgasm, just enough to drive me higher and higher without giving me any release.
“Ted.” I pulled his mouth away from my breasts, where his tongue had been fluttering against my nipple, and tilted his face up. “C’mon. Fuck me.”
Ted grinned at me. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
25
Ted
Driving Veronica crazy was possibly my favorite pastime.
We hadn’t really taken the time, until now, to explore one another completely the way that I wanted. Now I had an entire weekend away from all of our responsibilities and I intended to make the most of them. I kissed her everywhere, loving the way she shuddered and mewled, squirming in my lap. It made me so hard I could barely think straight. I was so hungry for her skin, for the taste of her, her moans and whimpers echoing in my ear and driving me higher and higher like a drug.
Part of me wanted to keep teasing her as Veronica pulled me away, but I could see the hungry look in her eyes and I knew that it matched the hunger inside of me. I wanted to be inside her, and she clearly wanted me inside of her too, and I wasn’t going to say no to any of that.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” I told her, and prepared to roll her over - but Veronica stopped me, pushing me down onto the bed so that she stayed straddling me.
“Oh, no,” she replied. “You got to tease me, now I’m teasing you.”
I hadn’t seen this more playful side of Veronica in literal years. I grinned up at her and gestured at my body. “As my lady commands.”
Veronica laughed and ground up against me. Oh, God, she was so warm and slick, I wanted to be inside of her so badly, but I couldn’t… her weight was on top of me - I could’ve really taken control if I wanted to, but Veronica wanted to be in control and tease and I wanted to indulge her.
She took my wrists in her hands, pinning them up over my head, working her hips against me in earnest. She was grinding against my dick to get herself off and it felt so good but not enough, slick and hot, pressure but not - not what I needed to get off - I could only lie there and squirm as she took what she wanted, her mouth falling open as she shuddered all over, coming, coating me in her sweet juices.
“Roni, please, c’mon,” I begged. I wanted to be inside of her so badly and she wasn’t making this easy.
Veronica gasped, coming down off the high of her orgasm, and managed to raise her head enough to wink at me. I playfully glared at her. I was glad to see this more lighthearted side of her, this side that was happy, eager even, to take charge and to have fun with our sex, with us.
“Well, I suppose you were good for me…” she teased me, raising her hips up to adjust my cock and then slide down onto it.
Oh holy fuck. So good, so, so good, I nearly came right there and then after all the buildup and teasing. But I wanted to make it last. I knew that Veronica wouldn’t have minded, she was generous that way, but I wanted to be inside her, I wanted to give her a good time. I fucked up into her, but Veronica just laughed.
“Oh, no, I’m setting the pace,” she teased me, and then she was off, fucking herself down onto my cock like it was all she’d been made for. She was fucking gorgeous like this, her skin starting to shine with sweat, the sunlight in her hair, her head thrown back so that I could see the pale column of her throat and all the bruises I’d made with my mouth…
I groaned as she started to move faster. Dear God, there was only so much a man could take. I was only mortal and she was so fucking sexy, her breasts, her everything, hovering just out of reach, the little whimpers she was making driving me even more wild, and I struggled to keep my cool as my balls tightened and the heat in me coiled ever hotter.
“Roni,” I grit out. “C’mon, baby—”
“You feel so good,” she moaned. “Do you have any idea how good you feel? Oh, God, Ted—Ted—”
I could feel her close, drawing closer and closer to the edge, to what she wanted, and I thrust up into her as hard as I could to give it to her, to help her fall off the edge again, and then I was slipping away, unable to help myself as I came inside of her tight, wet heat, groaning long and loud.
She was just so goddamn hot, I couldn’t help myself.
Veronica squeaked in surprise, then whimpered, rubbing at her clit, and I grit my teeth against the oversensitivity as she used me to snatch that second orgasm.
She collapsed on top of me, my softening dick sliding out of her, the biggest grin on her face. I grinned right back. “You all right there?”
Veronica nodded, nudging my nose with hers. “That was fun. I had forgotten how… how fun sex could be. That I could play around with it.”
I kissed her nose. “You can be as playful as you want with me, sweetheart.” I loved this new side to her.
I cooked her dinner that evening. Veronica had a
lways liked baking but she was never one for cooking, taking care of the dessert but not the dinner, and besides, I knew a little from what she’d told me about how Chad had treated her. She was never going to be forced to do anything around the house that she didn’t want to. We’d share everything equally.
Were we to move in together, that is. I tried not to let myself think about it too much, but it was hard when all of me was screaming to have her really, truly be mine, and to make myself hers. To have her in my home, in my life, in every possible way.
“Look at you go,” Veronica said as I grilled up some salmon and sautéed some vegetables to go with it. “I remember when you thought that microwaving something was the height of your cooking skills.”
“Hey, now, I made mac n’ cheese on the stovetop for you once,” I replied, passing her a plate.
“You did, and it was delicious.”
We ate in companionable silence, and I couldn’t help but think about how domestic it all was. We fit together so well - how could I have ever thought that I could be satisfied with someone else? If it was just sex, that would be one thing. Sex was only one aspect of a relationship, one layer to the cake. But it was everything. We could just sit together and enjoy each other’s company silently and not have it be awkward. We could joke and laugh and be playful dorks together. We could have earnest conversations out on the back porch, as we did after dinner that night, nursing a bottle of wine.
I loved having her in my space. And she fit so well here. Like I had bought this house and designed it all for her without even realizing it. The bedroom had her favorite shade of blue, or so she told me. The kitchen was perfect for her baking needs. The porch was just like the kind she had at her house growing up, the kind she’d loved. There were plenty of bookshelves for her mystery novels.
