Do Not Respond

by M R Field

  Before I can continue praising his tongue and all its holiness, his hands move up to my hips, and he shifts me across his bed, to the centre of it. My eyes fall down to his cock to see the tip weep with a drop of his come, and my body ignites, ready to go again.

  He turns to reach toward his dresser, but I shoot up and grip his arm. My mind is racing, and my body is controlling all other thoughts. His gaze turns to me in concern, but I smile to put him at ease.

  “Cole…,” my voice softens warily, “before you reach for that, I’m clean … and I’m on the pill.”

  His eyes widen, as his hand lifts to cup my face. “I’ve never gone without protection,” he offers, his thumb rubbing my cheeks as his eyes travel to each of my eyes, back and forth. “I don’t want to put pressure on you. I’m clean, but I can suit up. There’s no hassle.”

  “It’s you.” My lips tremble, and his gaze intensifies. “I want this. This is how it should be with us.”

  He leans forward and kisses me. I pull him down so he’s hovering over me on his bed. His lips press harder into mine, sending shock waves of lust down my body. I’m ready, and I want him now.

  I break from his lips and open my legs to accommodate him. My hands hold onto his shoulders as he positions against my centre. Stars surround his head. I can’t help but say, “Besides the head butting, the dog whining, and inappropriate ads about erectile dysfunction, I think this is one of the most romantic moments I’ve ever experienced.”

  “Really? I can do better. You deserve better.”

  “No.” I tighten my arms around him. “I just want you.”

  His face softens, and he presses the tip of his cock into me. “Well, you have me.”

  He continues to push into me, and my mouth opens at how full he makes me feel. He thrusts back and forth, and my pulse quickens as each delicious movement sends rapture coursing through my body. He leans forward, and his moans begin to deepen, causing my pussy to clutch around him. He is so hot and sexy, and every stroke is better than the last. I’ve never been so turned on before, and my body almost feels strange to me. It’s such a new feeling. He braces his arms beside my head to quicken his pace, and my face tilts back on a moan.

  “Yes!” My clit begins to pulse. “Harder, faster, baby!”

  His deep breaths against my ear turn me on so much more, as every thrust hits next to my core. I am so fucking close. I bend my knees up to force him deeper and am rewarded with even harder thrusts. Holy fucking shit.

  “I’m close, Letty, won’t last much—.” His voice deepens, and I don’t need further encouragement. My core pulses as my climax comes crashing down, and I push my fingers into his shoulders before hooking my arm behind his neck to draw him closer. His hips flinch against me as he jerks. His voice deepens into a mighty roar by my ear. It’s enough to almost send me off again. Wow. Who is this person? I have never felt so turned on and wiped in my whole entire life.

  Cole’s body slowly stops moving, and I am reluctant for him to leave me. I hold onto him but give him a little room to lift his head so I can gently kiss him. His face moves back to look down at me. He brushes it back and smiles down at me.

  “You’re even more beautiful now.” His voice alters in wonder.

  “You’re pretty amazing yourself.” I rub my nose against his.

  We shift reluctantly off the bed, and he points to a door to the side of the room, which is another little bathroom. I rush to get cleaned up, and then I join him in bed. He shifts the covers over us and wraps me in his arms. We kiss for a long time; his taste is still mingled with mine, and I couldn’t be happier. Each kiss becomes slower, gentler, as sleep threatens to put a halt to our affection.

  As I drift asleep, memories of our night together filter through my sleepy haze. His body claimed me and loved me. We were surrounded by stars, while we created our own.

  Cole

  The bed sheet shifts as I raise my arms to stretch in the air to help relieve a bit of strain. Feels like I’ve done a hundred push-ups. While my arms are raised, I look to my side and smile. Letty is still asleep, lying on her front with her curls across the pillow, her face turned toward the wall.

  I roll to my side to face her, holding in a wince as the pulled muscles from last night’s sex-capades strain under my movement. Leaning on my elbow, I rest my face on my palm and stare at her naked back. The curves and soft flesh call to me, and I want nothing more than to reach forward and run my tongue across her skin. My fingers itch to touch her, but I just want to take in this moment.

  No noise, rapid thoughts, or stress are clouding my mind. I have no desire to jump on my bike to de-stress. My eyes continue to follow the shape of her, and I realise something else—I’m not an angry bastard. My sense of calm is lying next to me. I’m tired and sated, yes. But I’m not feeling any part of me being an angry prick, like usual. She is the balm to my chaotic and twisted little soul. Fuck being sore. The calamity that usually exists in my head is no longer there.

  I lean forward and kiss the side of Letty’s shoulder, feeling her warm skin under my lips shift. I run my lips slowly back and forth, just in case her muscles are struggling like mine. She sighs and then rolls fully to her back, the sheet falling to her hips, exposing her breasts. Good morning.

  “Morning.” Her voice is husky, and my eyes trail up to hers to see her brow raised at my obvious staring. “Finished?”

  “Not even close.” I wink, and she smiles, shaking her head. “I don’t know how we did it, but every bloody muscle in my body hurts like you wouldn’t believe. So take it easy when you start to move around. You might be sore.”

  She lifts her legs under the sheet in a scissor fashion while stretching and twisting her back, as if she’s in some ’80s fitness video. I watch her face but don’t see any flinches. She must be good at hiding it.

  “Nope, I’m all good.” She rolls to her side, jumps out of bed, and sashays to the end of the bed buck-naked. She half skips, a smile brightening her face, as she moves around the side of the bed en route to the en suite.

  There is no awkward hiding; she is simply being herself. Aren’t newly naked couples meant to have a little bit of shyness? She’s so carefree, and my heart beats a little harder. She is the same Letty from all those years ago. Happy. A pang of guilt tries to gnash my side, but I ignore it. I know I supressed this shine of hers at work. I need to stop thinking about what an arsehole I was.

  I curl forward once she’s in the bathroom and hold back a groan when the rippling ache in my muscles protests. I stand and stretch my arms straight in the air and bend to the side to stretch it out. Curling my toes up, my shins burn, but I keep at it. Feels like the morning after a big ride.

  The door opens, and Letty reappears, strolling toward me as I try to stretch more twinges out. My eyes run up and down her body,

  “Poor baby.” Her voice lightens in laughter, her hands cupping the side of my neck as I straighten my legs. “You look like you’re injured.”

  “I feel like I am,” I growl.

  “So, it was a job well done?” She tilts her face back, and I flick her nose.

  “Yes, you little temptress. Do you want a congratulatory certificate or something?”

  She moves her hands up and down my body, and my cock responds, shifting against her stomach. Surprisingly, that is the only muscle not sore. But it does have an ache of its own.

  “I don’t think I want a certificate.” She leans up and runs her tongue across my bottom lip, and I groan. I’m sore, but her naked body against mine rules over all sense. She turns my shoulders with her soft fingers and pushes a little to get me to lie back on the bed. I ache, twinge, and groan, but shuffle back willingly.

  “What do you want?” I lie still, watching as she bends down and crawls up the bed, putting her legs either side of mine, not causing me any strain. I stare at her breasts as they sway before my eyes. My gaze then travels down to her pussy. Fuck the aches under my calves—let her make me burn. I want more.

&n
bsp; “I want to make you feel better.” Her face comes closer, a seductive smile passing her lips and I pant, remembering what they did to my cock last night.

  “Go for it, beauty.” I smirk up at her and wonder if the gleam in her eye reflects what’s in my own. Her lips reach mine and we kiss, all while she makes a great go of helping me feel better. My aches are soon ignored.

  “I have another message.” Letty holds her phone up to me, and I tilt my head closer to see that it’s from Piper.

  Piper: Make sure you’re staying hydrated. Cock is a good source of protein, but you get bitchy when you have headaches.

  “I honestly can’t wait until she finds someone who makes her happy, as I’m going to dish back the torment, tenfold,” Letty mutters, as I hand the phone back, but linger on her words. Duke sits on his bed on the other side of the room, fast asleep, after we finally let him in a few hours ago.

  “I make you happy?” I shift my arm behind her neck, and she snuggles closer to me on the couch. We’ve been here most of the day and were just working out what to do for dinner.

  She blinks, while rubbing her teeth between her lips, before she nods. “Very,” she whispers.

  I lean in and kiss her and nuzzle into her neck. Funny how she can strut in front of me naked like she’s a sex bomb, but she is having trouble telling me her feelings. I have to change that. I know that’s partly due to my dickery these past few years. “Fantastic, as I’m fucking ecstatic.”

  Her smile widens, lighting up her face, as she leans forward, kissing my forehead before turning back to her phone. “I have no idea how to respond.”

  I hold up my hand. “Can I give it a go? I won’t read your messages, just type one in.”

  “Go for it.” She hands it to me, and I click on the message to reply. I focus on the response tab and start to type.

  You might as well throw out the paracetamol, as he’s been keeping my fluids up all day.

  I show her the screen, and she squeals in delight, her feet hitting the couch as her laughter fills the room. Duke raises his head while wagging his tail, eager to move toward us, but I’m quick to point for him to sit. He’s already landed on my nuts twice today while trying to get in on the action by jumping on us. I don’t need any more special affection from him.

  “Sent!” she announces, raising her hand in the air. “That’ll teach her to be a smartarse.”

  She pats my legs, and I don’t flinch. I’m not as strained as before, but maybe the hour bath together is the reason.

  Letty stands. My T-shirt hangs halfway down her thighs, and her curls are wild around her face. Her hair reminds me of our childhood, the times we swam in the ocean and the salt curled her hair even more, but it’s more than that. Seeing her this carefree—that’s the Letty from my past. The one I fell in love with.

  “Let’s get some takeaway, unless Mr. Fitness Freak just wants a carrot or something?” Her hand is on her hip as she points her phone at me.

  I stand and saunter over to the kitchen. “I have some menus over here in a drawer, Miss Petty. I do order it occasionally, and if you want to be smug about it, after last night, this morning, this afternoon, and about an hour ago, I won’t need to go for a ride tomorrow.”

  She shuffles her feet playfully across the floor, and Duke leaves his bed to trot beside her, rubbing his face against her calf as she nears. Even my dog is carefree around her.

  We soon decide on Thai, and as we wait for it to arrive, I feed Duke outside and then pour us two glasses of wine and take them over to the couch. We sit comfortably, flicking through the channels, trying to decide what to watch, when an anime comes on.

  Letty shifts beside me to rise on her hip, getting my attention. “Did you know that Theo draws those types of characters?” and takes a sip of wine. “He’s pretty good, actually.”

  “I’m not surprised.” I run a finger down the side of her arm and grin. I can’t stop touching her. “He’s got the Arce Corporation interested in him. If he nails this restaurant, he’ll be designing half the east side of Melbourne.”

  “Really?” She wiggles her toes to the side of her, and I admire the red polish.

  “Absolutely. I’m fortunate to have him and the rest of the boys.”

  “Oh? Just them?” Her brow raises, and I realise that that was a stupid thing to say.

  “No, that’s not what I meant. I have a great team of architects and a sensational assistant.” I sink into my shoulders and try to give her my best I’m-an-idiot face.

  “I know what you meant.” She taps my shoulder and leans in. “I just like to watch you squirm.”

  I lean forward and lick her bottom lip. “Keep that up, and I’ll make you squirm.”

  We stare at each other for a beat before Letty mutters, “Theo has a graphic novel published. It’s awesome.”

  “No, really? That might explain the tortured artist look.”

  “What’s that?” She puts her hand on her chin. Her wine glass sits perched on her leg.

  “Oh, the look where he’s gazing out the window a lot, hardly smiles, and hides behind his hair.…”

  Letty laughs, and I know I’m spot on. “Yeah, well, he’s not so tortured anymore. He has a girlfriend. He wrote his comic for her.”

  “Explains the skip in his step.” I take another sip of my wine, enjoying the little giggles Letty makes next to me.

  “Hardly a skip with a motorcycle helmet in your hand, but you’re right. He’s happier now.”

  “Big year for him. Huge project, working with an entrepreneur who has contributed to making my business get more customers, and a girlfriend. Good on him.”

  “Oh, look at you, being all sentimental and gushy over his grand gesture.”

  “You and your grand gestures. So, tell me what these gestures are all about?” I focus on her lips, as she licks a drop of spilt wine off them before she enlightens me.

  “It’s about being authentic to your feelings. Showing someone you really care and love them, and demonstrating it. I guess it stems from my having relationships that were mediocre at best. Never felt I had that all-consuming love.”

  “I can’t say I’ve had relationships better than that, either.” I shrug. The beat in my chest increases as I think, until now. The pull between us alone surpasses anything I’ve ever felt. She moves slightly, and our gazes lock. Are my feelings all over my face? I feel like they are, from the way she’s staring at me. Her eyes darken, but our moment is broken by a bark followed by a loud knock.

  “Dinner is here. Duke, sit!”

  Letty jolts before shifting her legs to the floor and then walking over to her bag. Before I can work out what she’s doing, she grabs her wallet and is at the door.

  “You’re in just my shirt!” I whisper-yell, but she lifts her almost empty wine glass up in the air, as if I’m being ridiculous. Her glass is placed on the side table by the door as she opens it. I leap from the couch, spilling my wine, but I don’t give two fucks while my girl is half-naked answering the door.

  “Hi there!” She opens her wallet and thrusts cash to the young-looking driver, whose face is as red as her toe polish. Yeah, buddy, I’d be raising my eyes to look directly at hers, thanks.

  “Thanks!” she says, using her foot to slam the door while balancing the two bags in her hands. She shuffles over to the table to sort the containers, and I watch her while shaking my head. God, she’s so stinking cute.

  “I have no idea how I am going to keep my mind on work with you around on Monday,” I admit, as I retrieve her wine glass and mine, filling them while also getting some bowls, plates, and cutlery.

  “Oh?” She turns her head quizzically, scooping the hot coconut rice into the bowls I pass her, and then layering on the Massaman curry. She puts the prawn toast onto the small plates and looks over at the couch.

  “I think it won’t be too difficult. We just have to be professional. We’ve been really good so far; we can do it, no sweat.”

  “That was before I had you
this weekend. Your level of cute just skyrocketed as you strutted around in my shirt. Going to be hard to keep my hands to myself.”

  She rolls her eyes, but smirks. She places my bowl and plate to one side, and then sits next to them, her food in front of her. Her hand curls around her spoon, as she digs at her rice.

  “I still don’t know how I’m going to do it,” I mutter. Surely it won’t be that hard. Surely?

  “Too easy. We’ll be all right. Just save up all the pent up energy for after work. Turn your frustrations into fun.”

  “Our meetings will be interesting.” I dig into my own rice and take a bite. The curry is delicious. “Might need to go and get some more clicky pens.”

  “Don’t you dare, or I will superglue your iPad to the roof,” she warns, and that is the sound of me making a note to buy some clicky pens. Her “threatening” stare isn’t working. She’s caught up in the cute bubble, and it’s not looking like it’s going to pop anytime soon.

  “Fuck, I am going to have to call on all my willpower to not reveal us.” I take a big bite of

  my prawn toast and savour the flavour.

  “Relax.” She nibbles on the edge of her toast before adding, “It’s not like your face is going to be between my legs during a meeting. Or I’ll be bent over my desk. You just have to be strong. We can be professional. Keep your hands to yourself and not down my pant—.”

  In an instant, I’m around to her seat, hoisting her up to kiss her. She responds immediately, but I gently pull back, disconnect, and shift back to my seat, lifting my spoon to scoop some rice in my mouth. I look up to find her staring open-mouthed at me, completely dumbfounded.

  “You started it. I just had to finish it.”

  “Such an overachiever,” she scoffs, but her tone tells me she’s nothing short of turned on. Good.

  “Besides,” I add as I pick up my toast, ready to take a bite, “the desk is overrated. I’m more about the struggle of not dragging you into the shower and fucking you against the wall.”