by Piper Rayne
I swear I drip down my thigh.
22
Marcus
I should go slow. I should treat her like a princess and circle my hips at a leisurely pace, but with every moan from her parted lips, my urgency increases. Taking her gently right now isn’t going to happen.
When I slip my finger between her slit and feel how drenched her pussy is, it's clear that she likes me dominating and commanding in the bedroom. Which is a good thing since that’s the only way I know how to be. Don't get me wrong, after I smack her ass I'll soothe it with a rub.
My fingers grip the sides of her panties and I pull them down her legs, allowing her to help me by lifting one leg at a time. I bring the lacy fabric up to my nose and inhale. God, she smells fucking sweet. I toss them behind me readier than ever to be inside Caterina.
“Is there nothing about you that isn’t perfect?” I take her ass in my hands, molding and squeezing every inch of smooth skin. My dick is painfully hard as the urge to slip into her wetness and let her know who owns her ratchets up a level.
“Marcus,” she whines.
I chuckle. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”
I stand and with shaking fingers, I unbutton and unzip my pants until they fall to my ankles. I step out of them, stripping my shirt off at the same time so I'm left only in my black boxer briefs.
“I need you inside me,” she says, her head tucked between her elbows on the arm of the coach.
I'll never be able to use this office again without remembering this moment and picturing her splayed and ready for me.
“In time, in time.” I trail my fingers along the globes of her ass again, wanting her anticipation to build up to a fevered pitch and then I smack my hand down.
She yelps, her head swinging up, her back sinking and her chest rising like a cat.
I lean forward, casting small kisses to her now sweat pebbled skin. Her dress is still wrapped around her waist and at this point, it’s in the way. Grabbing the yellow fabric, I pull it down past her hips and her legs.
She sighs when it joins my clothes on the floor.
“I need to see all of you,” I whisper in her ear.
She flips around and I wait to see her on her back, sprawled out, but instead, she sits up on the arm of the couch. Her legs are pressed together and her tits sit on her chest like two perfect raindrops. She's so fucking gorgeous and hot as sin I'm not sure how much longer my dick can play this game of delayed gratification.
She crooks her finger to me and I'm like a dog with a bone, sliding across the leather. My hand eases between her legs and I nudge them open, crawling up to kiss her.
“We can play games later, Mr. Kent, I need you inside of me.” Her voice is tender and sweet which I love. I prefer to be the one in charge, the demanding lover. I'm not into being tied up and hit with shit. My assumption is that's Dane.
Taking her head in my hands, I pull her face to mine and that dance we're starting to perfect intensifies as our tongues meet. I hoist her up by her hips and she lands on my lap. I don’t know if I’ll be able to be slow, but either way, I need to see and feel all of her while we fuck.
She holds my body tight to hers and I use a free hand to pull my boxers down, realizing I need a fucking condom.
Ripping my lips away from hers, I pick her up in my arms, gliding along the floor until I can step out of the boxers wrapped around my ankles. “Sorry, need a condom.”
I prop her on my desk and she keeps her legs tight around my torso as I dig through the drawers searching for one measly condom. It's been awhile but surely, I have one.
“Marcus,” she says.
“Yeah?” I answer, my hands scrambling through pens, staples, papers and rubber band balls.
“Marcus,” she says my name again, this time in a sing-song voice.
I glance up at her as my hands continue blindly searching for a damn foil packet. She shakes her head and places her hand on my forearm to stop my efforts. She's crazy because I am not leaving this office until I know what it feels like to be inside her. We both need relief from the tension that's been building for weeks.
“I'll run to the store if I have to.”
She laughs, her head tilting to the side and her hair falls over her face in the most carefree, flirty way.
I need her now.
“Are you clean?” she asks.
I briefly wonder if this is what happens now-a-days because most dipshits would lie.
“I've only had sex with a condom since Lily. Promise, but—”
She shakes her head again. “I'm on the pill and I'm clean, too. Just pull out.”
She's so matter of fact and comfortable with this conversation that a self-conscious part of me from the past, time warps into the present. I’m a long way out of college and my curiosity as to how many and what caliber of partners Cat has had during her exploratory phase makes me consider for the first time tonight that I might not compare.
Who am I kidding? I’ve got ten years on those little shits she’s probably used to dating. Back when I was twenty-four, I was only concerned about my own pleasure, almost never the girl I was with. Guys that age are greedy and I’m sure that hasn’t changed.
“So, can we go without?” She uses her heels to push me closer to her and the slick heat of her core presses against my engorged cock.
I’m seconds away from lining up my engorged tip with her entrance when I hesitate.
The phone call from Gretchen six years ago telling me about her unexpected pregnancy playing in my head. I do not need another baby mama in my life. When I have another child, I want it to be in a committed relationship with the woman I plan on spending the rest of my days with.
Talk about a mood killer.
“If you’re not comfortable, we don’t have to.” A small smile forms on her lips, but I can see a little of her confidence draining away at my hesitation.
I can do this.
“You're sure?” I clarify one more time.
I don’t believe Cat is the kind of girl to try to get pregnant on purpose. What would be the point? Her family has more money than God and the only thing I can offer her is myself and Lily.
“Marcus.” Her hands warm my cheeks as she waits for me to focus on her. “I promise you, I have never not used a condom. I was tested right before I came here during my annual exam.”
Does she really know me well enough to know that a part of me is freaking out, while the other part is raising my foam number one finger in the air in celebration?
“Okay.” I smile at her and she returns it with a full wattage smile of her own.
I grab her legs and pull her forward on my desk so her ass is right at the edge. The tip of my dick lands right where I want it to, teasing her clit. She falls back, her palms pressed to the hard wood on top of my desk.
Her skin is glistening from the heat we've caused in the small room and I imagine what her tits will look like when I spray my cum all over them when I finish.
I arrange my tip at her opening and slide in, inch by glorious inch, until she takes all of me. She’s tight as a fucking fist and my eyes nearly roll back in my head.
“Marcus,” my name falls from her lips like a plea and a prayer all in one.
Once I'm fully seated inside her, I circle my hips so she can get used to my size. Damn, I forgot what it feels like without a condom. So hot and silky and wet. Not to mention a hundred times better than with that thin sheet of plastic covering my dick, and about a thousand times better than my fist.
My hands grip her small hips, my fingernails pressing into her flesh. Her eyes zero in on our point of connection and we both watch as I withdraw slowly and then slam back into her. We both moan out our pleasure as I do it again.
She drops so she’s propped up on her elbows and I swing one of her legs over my shoulder and thrust into her. She cries out.
“You like it like that?” I practically growl.
She nods her head frantically up and down as I continue to p
ound into her.
Fuck. She's warm and wet and slick and if I don't concentrate on something else, I'm sure to blow my load in two point two seconds.
She brings her elbows out from under her so that she’s lying on the desk now. One hand snakes down her body and she starts massaging her clit. Since my gaze won't veer away, I concentrate on her movements, committing them to memory so next time I do it just how she likes.
Her teeth bite down on her lip and although I wish could scream from the rooftops, we both know we don't have that pleasure tonight. We'll have to save that for a hotel room at some point.
Needing to free her bottom lip and wanting to swallow down her cries, I lean forward and capture her mouth with mine.
Our tongues collide and our mouths mesh as though we've gone hundreds of years without human contact. I never stop pumping and her body never stops arching as items fall from my desk, landing on the floor.
One hand reaches behind her and she grabs the edge of the desk to use as an anchor to push back against me, only gaining me deeper inside of her.
“Oh, shit. That's it,” she says, her eyes drifting closed and her back arching off the desk.
I take my hand and plant it on her stomach to keep her down so that she has no choice but to take every inch of me in her slick pussy.
The intensity switches gear the closer we are to coming and somewhere, in the midst of searching hands and exploring mouths, our kisses become gentler. Her leg falls off my shoulder to wrap around my waist and I'm leaning forward, swallowing down her sweet moans. Cat’s arms are wrapped around my neck, fiddling with the hair on the back of my head.
“I'm going to come,” she announces in a breathless voice as I'm licking my way up her neck to her earlobe.
“Come all over me,” I whisper.
And she does. Her body convulsing around me as she cries out before she eventually slows and her body lies limp beneath me. Satisfaction fills my chest as I gaze down at her knowing her orgasm was a result of my efforts.
Her eyes drift open and a lazy, Cheshire-grin slides across her mouth. “Keep going. Don't stop until I'm sweet and sticky.”
She's got to be fucking kidding me. Those dirty words mixed with her innocent appearance would drive any man to the limit.
Not needing any further encouragement, I slam in and out of her at a ferocious pace. She clings to me tighter and when my lower back starts to tingle and my balls clench, I drag myself out of her and use my fist to finish the job. I decorate her tits with my cum while she looks on, sucking her lower lip into her mouth as if she enjoys seeing it as much as I do.
Once I've milked myself dry, I step back and grab a tissue from the holder on the other side of the desk. I take a second to admire my handy work before I start wiping down Cat’s tits and stomach.
My dick is still hard and I'm almost positive I could have her all night and not be sated.
She sits up and I remain between her legs, cupping her face in my hands and bringing her lips to mine. We share a sweet kiss that doesn't speak to the raw sex we just had, but I'm not sure I've ever shared anything like that with a woman.
The emotions between us were hot and fast and then slow and sweet. Hell, if there was a synonym for the phrase ‘perfect woman,’ it'd be Caterina Santora. She works my dick like fucking magic and makes my heart swell at the same time.
“You don't think Lily heard us, do you?” She covers her mouth now, looking a little shy, as though the moaning from moments before wouldn't have already stirred my five-year-old.
“And there goes my hard-on.” It shrinks down to a half chub with the one word Cat can't seem to stop using when we’re undressed.
She giggles and scoots off my desk. Never will I be able to work in this room without reliving this night. I step back to give her space and we both venture back to the couch where our clothes are. I wish I could stay naked with her for the rest of the night and get a few more positions under our belt. I want to find the hidden spots that drive her crazy and help her discover new areas she doesn’t even know about. But that’s not happening with Lily here.
I throw on my pants and shirt as Cat zips up her dress, but I catch her bra in my hand as she’s swinging it up from the floor.
“Stay a little longer?” I ask, placing a quick kiss on her lips.
She nods with a smile. A smile that makes me regret every frown I ever put on her beautiful face.
“I'm going to run up and check on Lily. Why don't I meet you out on the deck?”
“I'll grab the wine.”
I give her another chaste kiss and somehow resist the urge my body has to take it further. I open my office door and head up to Lily's room. I can hear Cat moving around downstairs and I stop outside Lily's room realizing how weird that is—having someone besides Lily and I in the house at night.
Peeking in, I see Lily is on top of her comforter, her arms tucked under her pillow. Her face is a little flushed so I turn on her ceiling fan and shut the door quietly. I run down the stairs like some teenage boy who's afraid his date might leave.
When I step out to my deck, Cat doesn't turn, instead she continues to face forward looking up at the moon lighting the sky. I slide in next to her, placing my arm over her shoulders.
“She's asleep,” I tell her and a look of relief crosses her face. She really thought I'd take the chance of Lily finding us. Never if I can help it. She's a sound sleeper, but Cat's idea to be somewhere with a locked door was a better idea than me screwing her on the deck with only a screen door between us and my five-year-old.
The scent of Cat’s shampoo lingers around me when she places her head on my shoulder and snuggles into me. I forgot what it was like to have a woman around. The softness of her curves, the scent of her hair and how it tickles your nose when they snuggle close. The warmth of her hand on your waist. I forgot all the good that comes with having a woman you care about being a part of your life and I'm not sure I want to go back to the other way.
23
Marcus
“Daddy!” Lily screams in my ear.
Somehow, I manage to pry one eye open and glance at the clock. “Eight o'clock.” Well, it’s better than six o’clock I guess. Regardless, I'm still going to be dragging ass like I drank a bottle of tequila last night. No way will I be able to hang from a rock, and poor Cat has to watch Lily. She didn’t leave until three this morning.
“I made breakfast,” Lily says, with a proud smile on her face.
“You did?” I try to sound as excited as she is.
Please tell me she didn't touch the stove or oven.
“Cheerios and milk and banana.” Her wide smile stretches across her face.
I sit up, keeping the blanket over my boxers. Lily and her questions these days. I'm thinking we need some new boundaries about privacy and shutting doors.
“Great, I'll be right down,” I say, but she jumps on my bed, grabbing the remote off the nightstand.
This has always been our routine. I went into the bathroom, got ready while she watched cartoons in my bed, but now I need to figure out how to get from bed to bathroom without Lily seeing my morning wood.
“When is Miss Cat coming?” she asks while she flips through the channels.
“Lily, do me a favor and go downstairs to see if we have enough ice cream for tonight, okay?”
Now, I have no idea about ice cream or if we'll even eat it tonight, but I do know that one of the only things that might get her out of here is ice cream.
“We have lots. Remember we had sundaes last night?” She gives me her ‘silly daddy’ expression and I smile back.
“Just check so I can stop on my way home from rock climbing to grab some more if we're running low.”
She settles on the channel she wants and leans back on my pillows with her ankle resting on her knee, apparently not feeling the role of Daddy’s helper this morning.
“Lily?” I question again, my tone on the exasperated side.
“I don't wanna go dow
nstairs by myself.” She shoots me her sulking eyes and sticks out her bottom lip.
This is proving to be much more difficult than I first expected.
“You were just down there when you made breakfast,” I counter and she presses the button on the remote changing the station to yet another damn cartoon.
“I'm scared,” she says in a small voice.
I rack my brain for another tactic.
“Miss Cat is so pretty,” she says.
Fucking A, can we cool it with the Cat talk?
“Sweetie, I really nee—”
“Can she be my mom?”
My head is pounding, my stomach is churning and my dick is growing harder the more she says Cat’s name. Today is not the day for the mother talk.
“No, I need to get ready. Lily, we've talked about privacy and Daddy needs privacy right now, sweetie.” I try the gentle approach.
She drops the remote and looks at me with narrowed eyes. “You look sick,” she continues to stare at me and not moving a muscle to leave the room. “Are you sick?”
I can only imagine what my face must look like. “No, I'm not sick. I was just up late.”
“With Miss Cat? She's nice.”
Again, with the Miss Cat talk.
“That's why I pick her for my mommy. That’s how you get one, right? You pick them?”
I take a deeper breath and expel all my anxiety out in that one. “No, that's not how you get a mommy. Miss Cat can't be your mom unless we ask and she agrees and that’s not happening anytime soon.”
She stares blankly at me without any idea of what I'm talking about. Of course, she doesn't and that's exactly why she'll have no fucking clue what I’m talking about if I tell her real mother is in prison.
“I have to get ready, we can talk about this later, okay?”
She scowls and scrambles off my bed and starts walking out of the room.
“Lily?”
She turns around by the door. “I want a mommy, not just a daddy.” Her voice so indignant I'm surprised she didn't slam her foot down when she said it.
