Kinetic Energy

by Hayley Faiman

“Suck me, angel eyes,” he demands gently.

  Opening my mouth, I swirl the head of his cock with my tongue, tasting him and moaning when his pre-cum slides along my taste buds. He groans, his hand still fisted in my hair, and I love it there. He could keep his hand there forever, and I would never complain. I wrap my hand around the base of his dick as I open my mouth wide and take him as far as I can.

  I bob, sucking, and swirling my tongue on his cock, enjoying not only the way he tastes, but also the sounds he’s making, and the fact that I’m causing them to come from him. My pussy is so wet that I’m sure it’s seeping through my panties and onto my jeans, but I’m too mesmerized by Thomas’ eyes to attempt to check. He’s arrested me with his gaze, and I have no desire to be free.

  Thomas grunts, his hand tugging my neck back and then he fucks my mouth, slowly and with precision as he keeps his gaze on mine. I let my hand fall from around his length and I relax not only my jaw but my throat as well, loving the way he takes me.

  He grunts and then pulls out, taking a step back, his hand falling from my hair and his breath panting. I watch as he toes out of his shoes and socks, stepping out of his pants, and leaving himself completely naked.

  Lifting his chin toward the sofa, he turns and walks away from me. I watch his ass, wondering how his body still looks as fantastic as it does at his age. Then I stand and hurry after him. “Take your pants off, sweetheart, I want to see all of you,” he demands.

  I shimmy out of my tight jeans and slip off my shoes before I kneel in front of him. Thomas spreads his thighs, his ass on the edge of the sofa. “I’ve been dreaming about sliding between these gorgeous tits of yours, Ines,” he murmurs, his thumb and finger pinching my chin.

  I shiver, I’ve never done anything like this before. It feels naughty, and I bite my lip at the excitement of it all. Sitting back on my knees and feet, I place my hands on either side of my breasts. Thomas places his dick between my boobs and I push them together. His skin is still wet from my saliva and I groan when he shifts his hips and starts to fuck me.

  “It feels better than I ever imagined,” he groans. His ass lifts from the seat, his eyes darting between his cock and my gaze. I can’t take my own eyes off of his face, too entranced by the look of pleasure in his features.

  Peeking my tongue out, I lick the tip of his cock on an upward thrust and he lets out a moan, which spurs me on to do it again. “Fuck yes, squeeze tighter, Ines. Pinch those nipples, too,” he rasps.

  I do as he requests and let out my own gasp of pleasure when I pinch my nipples. I don’t just hold them, I roll the hardened buds between my fingers, my eyelids fluttering closed on my own groan of pleasure. After a few more thrusts, he scoots back on the sofa, his chest heaving with his breaths. I keep my eyes pointed at him and he gives me a smirk, holding out his hand for me.

  Slipping my palm in his, I stand, then straddle his thighs. When my center glides along his smooth, hard length I groan. “Fuck, so wet, sweetheart,” he groans.

  “I need you, Papi,” I whimper.

  I feel him reach between us and then the head of his dick presses against my center. “Are you ready for me?” he asks.

  Without saying a word, I slowly sink down his length. He moves his hand and we both let out a long groan when I’m fully seated on top of him—and full of his length. He stretches me like only he can, like only he has, and I place my hands on his shoulders for stability.

  “Ride me, angel eyes,” he grunts.

  I watch as he places his hands behind his head and I shake my head, my dark hair flying around me. “I need to feel you touch me, everywhere,” I beg, contracting my pussy muscles around his length. He groans, his hands flying from behind his head and wrapping around my waist.

  Rolling my hips as his hands glide up my waist, his thumbs brushing the underside of my heavy breasts, I can’t help but let my head fall back and my eyes flutter closed. “Goddamn, you are so beautiful right now, sweetheart. Your pussy full of my cock, your tits pointed directly at me, fuck, show me how much you enjoy my body,” he grunts.

  Moaning, I reach between my legs and start to gently touch my clit with one hand, my other hand wraps around his thigh behind me and I enjoy the way he feels inside of me. Nothing else matters in this moment, just the way my body feels as I take my pleasure from his.

  Thomas’ hands shift to my breasts and he tugs on my nipples, sending shots of pleasure straight to my core and I begin to ride him harder and faster, my body naturally attempting to chase my orgasm. Lifting my head, I look at him, his blue eyes sparkling, and his jaw clenched. He’s close, I can tell by the expression he wears on his face.

  I speed up my movements, grinding against his pelvis on each quick down stroke and then my climax completely takes over and my entire body freezes on top of him. Thomas wraps his hands around my hips and uses my body to jack himself. He buries his cock to the hilt, and on an upward thrust, he lets out a long, strained moan as his dick twitches and I feel his cum fill me.

  In the next breath, his hands shift to my back, and he tugs me against his chest. I happily fall forward and nuzzle my face against his neck. My breathing still labored, as I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and hold onto him.

  “Fuck, I love you,” he says against the side of my head. I squeeze my muscles around his dick as my response and he grunts.

  THOMAS

  I twist my fork around the Alfredo Fettuccini and hold my palm beneath it as I guide it toward Ines’ waiting mouth. Just a few hours ago I was feeding her my cock instead of food, and she looked even more gorgeous than she does right now. Actually, no matter what I feed her, she’s stunning.

  “Are you being dirty?” she asks around her bite of food.

  I shake my head, wondering how she already knows my thoughts, and that my mind is apparently always in the gutter around her. “How’d you know?” I ask, lifting a brow as I stab a piece of chicken for her.

  “Your eyes sparkle when you’re thinking deliciously nasty thoughts,” she laughs, her deep husky voice filling the room.

  “I was thinking about the fact that I fed you my cock not too long ago, and you look just as pretty with my cock in your mouth, as you do with a forkful of food,” I admit with a shrug.

  She feigns surprise. “You nasty man,” she whispers with a giggle. I know the truth, the glint in her eye tells me she likes it when I’m dirty.

  “Do you have to leave for New York?” she asks a few minutes later. I see the worry in her eyes and I wish that I could chase that away.

  I hold out another bite of pasta and give her a sad smile. “It’s only for a few days. I’m flying over with Robert, my attorney, on a Sunday. The mediation is on Monday and my flight to return is Tuesday afternoon. I don’t want to use up all of my sick time on this shit,” I admit.

  She chews and gives me a heavy sigh. “I wish I could go with you,” she confesses.

  I grunt, wishing she could go with me as well. I would love to show her the city, but she’ll have to wait until Thanksgiving and New Year’s. Though she’ll be missing my class on Monday, she has other classes that she needs to attend, and midterms are coming up.

  Once our food is finished, we lay together, naked and wrapped in each other’s arms. Her warm skin is pressed against mine and I find that there’s a level of comfort just having her with me that I’ve never felt before. I comb my fingers through her hair, just enjoying her weight against my chest.

  “Oh shit,” she gasps.

  She bolts up and then she hurries away, slamming the bathroom door behind her. I sit up, listening to her wretch and my heart starts to race. I don’t know what to do, so I move toward the edge of the bed, placing my elbows on my knees I wait for her. The toilet flushes a few minutes later, the sink runs, and then she slowly makes her way back to me.

  Reaching out to her, I guide her to sit on my lap. “I don’t know, I just all of a sudden felt sick,” she says, her body trembling slightly.

  “Heard there wa
s a stomach bug going around campus, maybe you got that,” I murmur, rubbing my palm up and down her back. She hums as her body becomes heavy against me.

  I shift beneath her, sliding my arm beneath her legs, and then pick her up and arrange her on the bed. Once she’s settled, I wrap her in my arms and hold her against my side, caressing her hip and back until she falls asleep, what seems like only minutes later.

  A thought crosses my mind that has my eyes pop open in panic, I dismiss it almost immediately. Then, I think about it again. Pregnant, could she be? I’ve seen her take her birth control pills, every morning, but I know that not everything is one hundred percent inconceivable.

  The thought niggles at my brain, but I decide to dismiss it completely, knowing that the stomach bug is certainly making its way through campus, as it does at least twice a year, if not more. I close my eyes, not allowing myself to think about the possibilities of her being sick or the possible outcomes. If I think about it, then I’ll hope for a baby, and she’s too young. I shouldn’t hope for that, not yet, at least.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  INES

  I stand in front of the bedroom mirror. Straightening my dress and wondering if it’s too short. It assuredly is for the chilly weather outside, but I wonder if Thomas will find it too sexy?

  It’s been almost two weeks since he was served with divorce papers, and he leaves tomorrow for New York, and his first mediation meeting.

  Tonight, we’re going out together. We haven’t been on a real date, in weeks. I find that I don’t mind though. Between my classes, and Thomas’, our weeks are so hectic, and long. By the time the weekend rolls around, all we want to do is be lazy, and stay home, in bed, all weekend long.

  I give myself one last glance, running my fingers over my little black bandage dress. When I was thumbing through the closet tonight, I discovered that all of my dresses are essentially replicas of one another, tiny and tight, but just different colors.

  I let out a sigh, I really need to get a job, and to buy clothes that are not so young and sexy. I’m not single and going to parties or clubs anymore, I have Thomas, now. Plus, he’s a college professor and I look exactly like Alison insinuated, like I’m his sugar baby.

  “Are you ready, Ines?” Thomas calls out as I walk down the stairs. His head lifts from his phone and his lips part slightly. “Shit, I’d say so,” he grunts as he stands from his seat on the sofa.

  Letting out a low laugh, I walk directly into his arms. He wraps them around me, and I inhale his scent, sighing. I really, really, don’t want him to leave tomorrow. I feel like the two days he’s going to be gone will feel like a lifetime. I also feel really stupidly needy about it all, too. It’s only two days, but he’ll be dealing with this divorce, with his wife, and I’ll be here. I’ve also felt like shit the past two weeks, which doesn’t help anything at all.

  “I’m ready, Papi,” I whisper, pressing my lips to the underside of his jaw.

  He grunts and shifts to the side, his hand pressing against my lower back as we begin to walk. “Where’s your coat, sweetheart?” he asks as his hand wraps around the front doorknob.

  “I don’t have one, not that goes with this dress anyway,” I admit with a shrug.

  He smiles, shaking his head like I’m fucking crazy. “We’re going shopping as soon as I get back. You are not prepared for winter here, and I can’t have you freezing to death on me,” he winks.

  I try to ignore the shopping comment, but I fail. He doesn’t seem pissed, or irritated, instead, he seems mildly amused at my lack of preparedness and money. However, I don’t bring money up like I want to, not wishing to ruin our evening together.

  I don’t want him to pay for my clothes though, and I really do think that I need to get a job of some kind, even if it’s just for a few hours after my last class of the day. Maybe that’s exactly what I’ll do while he’s gone, I’ll job hunt, see if there’s anything available that would work with my limited schedule and skills.

  Thomas drives toward the restaurant in silence and I wonder what he’s thinking so very hard about, behind the steering wheel. It’s obvious he’s thinking deeply; his brows are knitted together, and his hands grip the wheel tightly.

  Normally, he has a hand on my thigh, and he talks, his voice calm and gentle. Tonight, he’s obviously preoccupied. I can’t help but wonder if it has to do with his mediation. He’s told me a million times that he’s not worried about anything, but maybe as the time ticks closer, he truly is.

  “Have you talked to your family recently?” he asks as he pulls into a parking spot in front of the restaurant.

  I shake my head. I haven’t called anybody, and I’ve been avoiding their calls. I’ve replied to missed calls, and voicemails with text messages. I know that they want to hear from me, and badly because even my brother, Rio, who has never called me once in his life, left me a message last night.

  “I’m going to call them while you’re gone. I figure I can spend a few hours catching up with them, and catching them up with me,” I state. Plus, I can tell them about Thomas, without Thomas being there to listen in.

  He doesn’t say anything else as he exits the car, and walks over to my side to help me out. I slip my hand inside of his waiting palm as he helps me stand from the low car. Once I’m upright, I straighten my skirt and together we walk hand-in-hand toward the restaurant.

  It feels nice, being in public with him, but I can’t shake the twisting feeling in my stomach, either. We really shouldn’t be out together, obviously on a date, in town. Before, when I didn’t realize how much trouble both of us could get in, I didn’t think twice about our few dinner dates.

  Now, I know the truth, and I’m not so much worried about myself as I am him, especially since we had a talk about his retirement. I’ve never thought about the future that way, but Thomas does, and he has so much more to lose than I do. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I cost him his job, his future.

  “You look worried,” he frowns as we settle in our seats.

  I was so dazed and lost in my own thoughts, I didn’t even realize we had been taken back to a table. “What happens, after your divorce is final… with us?” I ask.

  Thomas lifts a brow and leans back in his chair slightly. “What do you mean? You’re mine, do you somehow think that changes when my divorce is final?” he asks, sounding almost accusatory.

  I shake my head, my hair flying around my shoulders a bit. Inhaling a deep breath, I look up at him. “We can’t hide our relationship forever, Thomas. Someday someone will see us together, and taking separate cars to campus is great, but what happens when we’re at the grocery store, or out to dinner and a colleague of yours, or a student sees us? The last thing I want to do is jeopardize your career, just by being in love with you.”

  We stay silent, and the waiter appears. Once we’ve ordered our dinner, the waiter practically runs from us, probably noting the tension in the air between us. I know that I can practically see it myself, it’s so thick. “I’ll get a job somewhere else. I’ll start looking during the winter break,” he announces.

  “Thomas,” I hiss. “You’re being unreasonable.”

  He shakes his head, his eyes lifting and connecting with mine. “It’s not unreasonable, Ines. You’re right. We can’t stay like this. There is no way I’m going to hide my wife from anybody,” he states.

  “Your… wife?” I hiss.

  I watch, my eyes widening, and almost bugging out of my head when he stands and walks over to my side. I watch as he reaches into his pocket and lowers down on one knee. My hand automatically lifts to cover my wide-open mouth and my audible gasp.

  “I love you, Ines. I’m already yours, and I know that you’re mine, but I’d like to make it official. I don’t want to waste another minute without you. Marry me,” he says.

  I feel like the entire restaurant is watching us, and yet I don’t care even in the slightest. Everything melts away as he lifts the lid on the small box in his hand. It�
�s the most beautiful ring I have ever seen in my life. It’s a light peach halo cut gemstone in the middle with small diamonds surrounding it and traveling down each side. My eyes fill with tears and I start to shake.

  Thomas doesn’t wait for an answer, although he didn’t really ask the question either, he just sort-of announced it. He takes my left hand and slips the ring onto my finger. Then he stands, tugging me up to stand as well. As soon as I’m on my feet, I throw my arms around him and place my lips at his ear.

  “Yes, yes, yes, Papi I’ll marry you,” I chant.

  He chuckles and wraps his hands around my waist, holding me close to him. As soon as the blood in my ears stops rushing, I hear clapping and cheering around us. I try to take a step back, my face assuredly bright red, but Thomas doesn’t let me. He wraps his hand around my cheeks and presses his lips to mine. The kiss starts off as gentle, innocent even, but when his tongue gently sweeps across the seam of my lips, I open my mouth with a moan.

  He pulls away, slowly, and presses his forehead to mine. “I’ll show you how happy you’ve made me, once we get home,” he mutters quietly.

  I laugh and we each take a step away from one another. As we sit back in our seats, I can’t help but feel a bit sad that we have to be separated by this table, especially right now. The light catches my ring, and I finally take a moment to look down at it, again.

  “It’s beautiful, Thomas,” I whisper.

  The peachy gemstone winks at me, and I can’t help but smile, it’s as if it’s impossible to keep my lips from turning up. I don’t think that I could physically make myself frown or look impassive at the moment.

  Visions of a wedding play in my head, me in a lacy white dress, my brother Kosmo walking me down the aisle on one side, my mom on the other. Then I think about how my sisters and Jessa could be my bridesmaids.

  “What are you thinking about?” Thomas asks, taking my hand in his and giving me a squeeze.