Loving Lola

by Lena Matthews

  “Why not, exactly.” Lola tried to sound pleased, but for the life of her, she just couldn’t.

  “So what do you think?”

  Think. Lola was thinking she needed to throw up. “I’m not sure.”

  “Don’t you want to?”

  Did she? Leaving had always been such a big priority to her, and now that she had an opportunity, she wasn’t sure if she was going to take it. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

  “No?”

  “No. Maybe we should sit on it for awhile and discuss it later.”

  Folding his paper, Renee laid it over his lap and reached for his lighter. “What’s there to discuss? Either you want to leave or you don’t.”

  It wasn’t that simple, or at least it wasn’t that simple anymore. The whole love thing was screwing up everything. Lola wasn’t used to having to put someone else’s wants and feelings above her own. Growing up an only child, she was used to getting what she wanted when she wanted it. So it was a startling realization that she was no longer the center of her own universe. Marcus was.

  Her silence must have lasted longer then she thought, because her father let out a low chuckle. “So that’s how it is, chére.”

  “What?” she asked, confused, too caught up in her own thoughts to register anything else.

  “I’m thinking Marcus is more to you than you want to admit.”

  Lola was thankful for the darkening sky, because it was covering her heated cheeks. “You’re beginning to sound like Momma.”

  “Just because your mother’s always busy running her mouth doesn’t mean her eyes miss much. Do I need to go have a talk with your young man?”

  “Do you want me to drop dead from embarrassment?”

  “Have you been doing something you need to be embarrassed about?” her father countered in an amused tone.

  “There’s no winning for losing around here.” Just when she thought her father was the lesser of two evils, he’d up and proved her wrong.

  Dropping her feet back to the ground, she slid her sandals back on. “It’s getting late. I better start heading home.”

  “It’s five minutes later than what it was before I started talking.”

  “My, how time flies when you’re being interrogated.” Walking over to her father’s chair, Lola leaned over and kissed him gently on top of his balding head. Patting him on the shoulder, she went to leave but was stopped by her father’s hand on top of her own.

  He tightened his grip, smiling largely as he said, “If you love me, you’ll give me something good to tell your momma, or there’ll be no sleep for me tonight.”

  She shook her head and smiled back. Her parents were certifiable. “What will get you to sleep by, say, eight thirty?”

  “Something that will have her on the phone with Lucile,” he teased, referring to her mother’s best friend and biggest rival. “Is there something going on with you two?”

  “You could say that,” she hedged, not sure how much information she wanted to give out. Her mother could turn a molehill into a mountain, and if Lola said the wrong thing, it would be ass-backward by sunset of the next day.

  “What would you say?”

  “I would say that Marcus and I have come to an understanding.”

  “Like ...”

  Like, he’s allowed to tie me up and spank me probably wasn’t the answer her father was looking for. Shrugging her shoulders, Lola tugged her hand free. “Like, if we go to the movies, I’ll sit next to him and let him pay.”

  Chuckling, her father stood as well. “Will you help an old man out? Is he or isn’t he your fella? For your momma, chére.”

  Sighing, Lola knew she wouldn’t be able to escape her parents’ home without giving up something. “For the sake of your sleep and the sake of Momma’s sanity, he is.”

  “I knew it.” The curtain slid back into place the second Lola turned around, but there was no mistaking that the happy voice intruding on her and her father’s conversation belonged to her mother, who must have been listening through the opened window.

  “Good Lord.” Lola frowned at the swaying curtain. Even when she thought she was escaping her mother, she wasn’t. And people wondered why she wanted to leave so badly. A lifetime of mothering from Julia would have an agoraphobe begging to leave the house.

  “She means well,” her father reminded her, taking her into his arms for a quick hug. Dropping a kiss on her wrinkled brow, he teased, “Keep that in mind before you go purchasing a Voodoo doll.”

  Voodoo doll, ha! Even the devil didn’t stand a chance with her momma. “On second thought, Poppa,” Lola said with an evil grin, “how about we send Momma to Baton Rouge, instead?”

  * * * * *

  Pulling into Marcus’s driveway, Lola let out a deep breath that she hadn’t even known she’d been holding. She had been so tense since leaving her parents’ home, yet pulling into what she was beginning to think of as her spot, all of the pressure she’d felt slowly began to slip away. She was home.

  She grabbed her overnight bag and locked up as quickly as possible. As she headed for Marcus’s house, she saw him standing in the open doorway, wearing jeans and a smile. Her pulse quickened as she saw him waiting for her. She hadn’t even called first, yet there he was, waiting at the door for her with a smile.

  “Sorry to barge in.” Now that she was here, she felt a little embarrassed. “I just ...”

  Taking the bag off of her shoulder, Marcus tossed it through the open doorway and pulled her in for a kiss. Melting into him, she merged her mouth with his, drinking in his essence and love.

  Marcus pulled away first. “You don’t need an excuse to be here. I’m just glad you came.”

  She couldn’t help but melt a little inside. It was hard to keep up her bad-ass façade when Marcus did everything he could to make her feel like a marshmallow.

  He took her hand in his and pulled her gently into his house, shutting the door behind him. Smiling, Lola rotated her stiff shoulders as she slid off her shoes, digging her toes into his thick carpet.

  “You okay?” He folded his arms across his bare chest as he watched her begin to unwind.

  “It’s been a long day.”

  “Work?” he questioned as he walked across the room to her.

  “No. Parents.”

  “Turn around,” he ordered, sliding his hands up her arms to her tense shoulders. Lola began to melt faster as his strong fingers made mincemeat out of her rigid tendons.

  “Don’t stop,” she moaned.

  “That’s what you always say,” Marcus teased. “So what’s up with your parents?”

  “Nothing. Just my mom trying to get info about us out of me.”

  Marcus paused for a second before continuing his kneading. “And what did you tell them?”

  “That you like me to shove my finger up your butt when I give you head.”

  Marcus tightened his grip on her shoulders and teasingly growled her name.

  “Sheesh! It was a joke.”

  “It better be.”

  “Well you do.”

  “Vi ...”

  “But I wouldn’t tell a soul.” Turning around, Lola pressed a kiss on his lips. “I just told them that we’re seeing each other.”

  Seeing the relief on Marcus’s face, Lola couldn’t help but tease, “But I think my father wants to have a talk with you.”

  Raising a brow, Marcus smirked. “I can handle your father.”

  Lola copied his stance and expression. “It’s not my father you have to worry about, cher.”

  Pulling her into his arms again, Marcus looked down at her with a cocky smile. “I can handle your momma, too. Don’t you know, chére, the Chiasson women have a soft spot for me?”

  Lola couldn’t help but smile back. He was incorrigible. The devilish charm that used to annoy her to no end was now one of the things she loved best about him. It still twinkled in his eyes, but it was toned down more by the love that she saw shining brighter now. It was a merg
ing of two spirits, the bad boy and the charmer, all combined into the man she loved.

  Unable to contain the emotion overwhelming her heart, she said the one thing that she couldn’t stop thinking, and the one thing she never would have imagined saying to him. “I love you.”

  “That’s one thing I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say, chére,” Marcus said, his voice a tad huskier than before.

  “You won’t have to,” Lola promised, to herself and to him.

  Chapter Nine

  Life with Lola was destined to never be boring. After only a few weeks officially together, she already had half her stuff at his place, and he was now a regular at dinner every Sunday night. He, of course, wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Their mothers were in heaven, and he was sure they were planning a wedding behind their backs that would shame the Governor’s Ball. And although he hadn’t asked or even hinted to Lola that he wanted to get married, Marcus knew he did. He was already looking toward a future that included Lola and a mess of kids. First things first, though, he was looking at moving.

  Lola had never made a secret of her disdain for Torrance, so recently he had begun to look for shops to buy, closer to Baton Rouge. Marcus figured it was close enough to a big city for Lola, but far enough away from a big city for him. He didn’t really want to leave Torrance; he had always imagined raising a family there. But if he had to choose between the city he loved and the woman he loved, it was no contest. Lola won, hands down.

  “Whatcha thinking about so serious?” Lola asked, walking across the thick carpet toward him. Wearing one of his clean, long-sleeved navy-blue work shirts, Lola looked as wonderful as porn on payday. The shirt hit her at about mid-thigh and was only buttoned at the bottom, so her creamy mounds peaked out into view as she moved. The jiggling of her full breasts had his cock stirring to attention. His shirt had never looked so good.

  Marcus set down the newspaper he’d been reading and held out his hand to her. “Nothing important,” he replied, pulling her onto his lap. “You’re awfully underdressed to have been gone so long.”

  Lola smelled like she had just stepped out of the shower. A hint of vanilla wafted up as she leaned against him, rubbing her slightly damp body against him. Her skin felt warm under his hands as he ran them down her smooth legs.

  Leaning back in his arms, Lola placed her feet on the couch and spread her legs apart. “I was getting ready.”

  Marcus rubbed her legs. “Nice,” he murmured before sliding his hand up between her thighs.

  Lola sighed sweetly and spread her thighs more, taking his hands and sliding them up to her bare pussy. Marcus froze as he felt her smooth lips against his callused hands. “My legs aren’t the only things I shaved.”

  To say he was shocked would have been putting it lightly. Marcus wanted to toss up her shirt and stare intently at his newly discovered gift. The idea that she was bare and available appealed to him in ways he would have never thought possible. He wasn’t sure if it was all right for him to like it -- it even made him feel a bit pervie -- but he couldn’t wait to feel those slick lips against his own.

  “This is a first,” he commented, dipping his finger into her moist box. He wasn’t the only one turned on, if her creaminess was anything to go by. He had to shift her weight a bit so she wasn’t pressing too hard against his aching cock. Bending his head forward, he nuzzled her breasts, pushing the shirt out of his way and exposing a creamy mound. Kissing down her soft skin, to her dark brown areolas, Marcus teased and nipped at her nipple, bringing it to an aroused peak. Lola arched her back, giving more of her delicious nub to his mouth.

  “You okay with it?” Lola asked, her voice tinted with passion.

  Marcus nudged her from below with his hard cock. “What do you think?”

  Her soft chuckle soon turned into a gasp as he slipped his hand down and teased the outer edge of her rosette. She tensed as he lubed her with her own sweet juices. Circling her tight hole, he pushed gently with his finger, sliding it in up to the knuckle, having to stop when he met with a bit of resistance. She was so tight, but he couldn’t resist sinking his digit into her. He wanted to fuck her ass more than he wanted to take his next breath, and he was a big fan of breathing.

  “Feeling a bit dirty tonight, chér?” Her accent thickened as her desire rose.

  Looking into her glazed eyes, Marcus pumped his finger in and out slowly, never going past the knuckle. “Too much?”

  “It stings a bit,” she admitted, biting down on her lower lip.

  “Do you know how badly I want to bury my cock in your ass?” His cock jumped at the image his words created.

  “Do you see me saying no?”

  He must be dreaming, Marcus thought, slowly pulling his finger out. Never in a million years had he thought Lola would say yes, especially without hours of begging and pleading. “You sure?” He didn’t want to pressure her, but he’d be an idiot to turn her down.

  Sliding the shirt off her shoulders, she bared her breasts to him. “I want to experience everything with you.”

  He stood up, cradling her in his arms, and walked to the bedroom. Depositing her on his bed, he reached into his nightstand and pulled out the KY lubricant.

  “That’s handy,” she teased, arching a brow at his supply.

  He didn’t know whether to chuckle or blush. The last thing he wanted to do was to tell her he’d bought it for someone else. His momma didn’t raise a fool. “Cracked feet,” he muttered, falling on the only excuse he could think of. Maybe his mother raised a fool, after all, he thought as Lola chuckled.

  Disposing of his clothes, he climbed onto the bed with her, eager to pick up where they had left off in the living room. But the sight of her displayed so openly and bare brought his focus back up to her newly nude pussy and away from her tempting ass. Bare was definitely better, in his book. Her puffy, glistening lips called to him, and he couldn’t resist bending forward and tasting her beckoning dew.

  Running his tongue down her bare clit, Marcus savored her, enjoying every last drop of her enchanting juice. Her warm, teasing flavor was fast becoming his favorite beverage of choice. He could eat her for hours and never grow tried of her sweet, distinct taste. Filling his tongue with her moisture, he moved down lower and circled her rosette with her essence while he fingered her erect clit. Double the pleasure, double the fun, he thought as she moaned and bucked against him.

  When he wasn’t licking her ass, he was fingering it, alternating between the two, always returning to her juicy pussy for lubrication. He was determined to bring her to climax before he sated himself in her tight ass. Even now, his cock was leaking pre-cum, desperately awaiting relief, but he kept holding out, waiting for the right moment to quench his hunger.

  He moved up his assault, burying his finger all the way in her tight ass as he captured her aroused clitoris with his mouth. As he licked and sucked on her tight little bulb, he fucked her ass with his finger, steadily increasing the depth and the pressure, trying to stretch her out so she’d be ready when he stuffed her full of his cock.

  Her moans and chants got louder until she, in a dialect unknown to man, uttered a final cry and came, filling his mouth with her pleasure. Pulling his finger out, he sat up and reached for the lube.

  “Roll over, mon bébé chaud,” he urged, finally at his edge of reason.

  “Okay, but don’t look at my big ass,” she warned with a teasing tone.

  “I’m going to do more then look at this beautiful ass, chére,” he promised as he helped her move onto all fours. He pressed down on her upper back so that her ass was high in the air.

  What a fucking great sight, he thought as his cocked jerked, echoing its approval. Why a woman bent ready to accept a man was the sexiest thing on earth, he would never know, but he did know he was planning to enjoy his woman.

  Leaning forward, he nipped at her round bottom before beginning to slather his cock with the lube, making sure he was nice and slippery to e
ase into her. It was so easy to tear the delicate area, and he wanted to make this as pleasurable and painless for her as possible. His cock was a bit thick for entering such a small place, but with the right aid, everything would turn out right. With his greasy fingers, he eased his index finger back into her nether hole, pushing forward slowly. Lola tightened instinctively, pushing back at him, trying to force his finger out.

  “Shh, chére,” he eased, rubbing his other hand in circles on her cheek. “Just take one at a time, bébé. You don’t know how much this is turning me on. I love watching my finger disappear into you, especially knowing my cock will soon take its place.”

  He flexed his finger around, widening her hole so another could soon join it. Easing the second finger in was a tad easier, and Lola accepted him, moaning as he expanded her tight channel. “That’s it, chére. Fuck my finger, like I plan to fuck your ass.”

  As he talked to her, Lola’s moans increased and she pushed back on him, accepting him more. Slipping his fingers out, he grabbed his cock and eased his throbbing head into her entrance. With patience he never knew he possessed, he pushed into her ass, moaning as the intense heat greeted him. His cock pushed past her tight ring, forcing a gasp out of both of them.

  Lola froze as a lingering gasp floated in the air. Marcus wasn’t sure if it was a pleasure or pain sound coming from her throat, but the tight abyss of her ass clutched at him like no pussy had ever done. Lola eased forward a bit, drawing his cock ever so slowly from her heated hole. Marcus had to grit his teeth to hold back the groan threatening to choke him. It was just that she was so hot, and so fucking tight. His knees shook at the pressure they were exerting to stay so still and allow Lola to ease herself around him. It was hard, probably the hardest thing he’d had to do in his entire life.

  It was like she was pulling and sucking on his cock at the same time. A searing sensation that even he couldn’t think of the words to describe. The only sound in his brain was his cock screaming out fuck her, fuck her, fuck her, and as usual he and his cock were of the same accord.

  “You want me to pull out, chére?” He prayed that her answer was no.