“Wow, I mean … I love you too. This is so overwhelming.”
“Even with all that’s going on right now, you and me, we’re a great fit.”
“Undoubtedly, so why are we trying to include Bond in this?”
“Because you love Bond and I love Bond and I know how he feels about you.”
“I can’t eat another bite. Do you want the rest of my meal?”
“No. Let’s get the check.”
Red drove me back to work, my hand in his the whole way. We didn’t speak much. My mind whirled around with all that he had said. He loved me and in a way I had never been loved before, a way that left me feeling whole instead of bereft. I felt surrounded by his love and hoped that we would all make it through the next few days.
He helped me out of the car and said, “Pack a few changes of clothes and whatever else you’ll need. I want you to be comfortable in my home.”
“Okay, sounds great. Thanks for lunch.”
“My pleasure.”
As he kissed me goodbye, I knew I would miss him until I was in his arms again. “I love you,” I said.
I felt in a daze for the rest of the day and left work an hour early. I shopped on the way home and then took a much needed nap.
*****
I let Red know I was heading his way and he met me out front. “I bought groceries and thought I would make us dinner,” I said as I got out of the car.
“We need to settle a few things first,” he said, lifting my suitcase out of the trunk.
I grabbed the two bags of food and we walked into the house together.
“Stick whatever you’d like into the fridge and the pantry.” He left my suitcase by the stairs.
As I attempted to put away the food in the refrigerator, Red approached me from behind, cupping my breasts in his hands.
“I’ve thought about you all day,” he whispered into my ear.
I squirmed. “Hey, I’m trying to put the food away,” I said, a grin twitching at my mouth.
He ran his hands under my blouse and tweaked my nipples through my bra. “I like it better when you’re braless.”
“I’ll keep that in mind for when I’m not wearing a sheer blouse,” I said, almost dropping the milk.
He unhooked my bra and trailed his warm hands up my stomach to my nipples. “Are you going to take all day putting the food away?” He tugged. “I have plans for us.”
“Stop distracting me!” I tried to push his hands away.
“You’ve distracted me all day. I’ve thought about making that little pert ass of yours all red.” He reached over me and pulled the last item out of the bag. “You eat sprouts?”
I turned in his arms and said, “I’m addicted to clover sprouts on my sandwiches. You should try it.”
“I think I’ll pass. Come with me.”
“I haven’t put the other food away.”
“Leave it, Jacqs,” he said, taking my hand. He lifted my suitcase in his free hand and led me up the stairs.
My pulse had already started to race. Would we finally make love? I desperately wanted to feel him inside me, filling me with his girth and his passion.
Once we stepped through the threshold and into his bedroom, he began unbuttoning my shirt. “I love knowing your body is mine.” He opened my blouse to the sides and bent down, sucking my nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, yesss,” I hissed.
As he swirled his tongue around my hard bud, he unbuttoned my pants. We parted so I could step out of them. He kicked off his shoes and shed the rest of his clothes. Standing in front of me with his cock jutting out, he said, “I missed you today.”
I reached out and circled my hand around his erection. I loved his flared head and veiny shaft. “He sure has.”
“The correct response, Little One, is that you missed me too.”
I tilted my head, gazing into his eyes and said, “Not a second has passed today that you weren’t on my mind. Let me show you.” I went up on tiptoe and threw my arms around his neck.
He embraced me around my lower back, pulling me in tight. As our mouths met, he tangoed his tongue against mine and I swayed into his dance. Our oral incursion caused me to moan.
He kissed me with an impassioned reverence that not only amped my arousal but allowed me to meet him equally with an open heart. Dizzy from his kisses, I clung to him, feeling at once wilted in his arms and energized. As the intensity climbed, he grasped my ass and pulled my mound against his thick cock. “I don’t think I can wait much longer.”
“I don’t want you to, Aidan.”
“We need to take care of a little matter first.”
“Oh, I…” I mumbled.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and motioned for me to lie across his lap. I draped myself over his thighs, my body shaking in anticipation.
“This is to remind you that you now belong to me, Jacqs. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” he said, rubbing his large palm over my ass. I felt the air move as he raised his arm. The first spank landed across both cheeks of my butt, spreading heat over the surface.
“Oh, that hurts so good,” I groaned.
His hand landed on each buttock in a repetitive rhythm that left me wet and panting. With each spank my desire climbed, spiking my need for fulfillment.
“Nice and red, Little One. Now come to me.”
I crawled over and sat on his lap, wiggling my hips against his steely erection. My slick wetness had me sliding over his length without penetration.
He growled deep in his throat as he clutched my hair in his hands, bending my head back. He kissed and nibbled his way down my neck, taking his time to savor me.
“Please, now,” I moaned. I lifted my bottom, and he positioned himself underneath me.
We stared into each other’s eyes as I slowly impaled my pussy down on his cock.
“Oh lord, oh yes,” spilled out.
Holding my hips, he helped guide me.
Hitching up and down, to fully coat him in my juices, I finally became filled with his manhood.
“Don’t move,” he grunted. “Give me a minute.” Our eyes still locked, I felt his need and I obeyed. “Okay, now,” he breathed out.
I rolled my pelvis against his, shifting up and down. His exquisite thickness filled me completely, and I lost myself in the feel of him inside me. “So good,” I moaned.
“I want you to come first,” he said, shifting us to the middle of the bed. He lay back as I still straddled his waist. As we resumed the friction between us, he reached over to my pussy and fingered my bulging clit.
I continued to ride his cock as he used his free hand to tug on my nipple. Angling my hips so that the ridge of his head rubbed right against my g-spot, he simultaneous thrust to meet me. The tangled sensation of his incredible invasion along with his clitoral massage and the pull on my nipple had me riding the edge of a most fantastic release. Increasing the pace, I clutched onto his chest, crushing his nipples underneath my little hands.
“I’m close, so so close, oh Aidan, please. Don’t stop!”
We slammed our bodies together in unison, causing the titillating current to crest ever higher. Our orchestrated rhythm thrilled every cell of my body, and Red’s exalted expression told me I was not alone. Hovering in all the sensations, my body expanded and my heart opened as my orgasm billowed through me. I held Red’s gaze until my eyes rolled back into my head and I collapsed over him.
“Holy shit,” I whispered. My body vibrated from the climax, my pussy twitching against his firm cock.
He chuckled beneath me, wrapped his arms around my back and held me as I slowly recovered. “Take your time,” he said, as he stroked my hair.
I sighed heavily in bliss, knowing that Red wouldn’t be slipping out to fuck another. Laying my head against his chest, I could hear his rapid heartbeat. Wanting more, I said, “I’m ready,” and swirled my sopping pussy around his erection to let him know I meant it.
Taking me completely by surprise, he flipped me over on my back and jutted his cock into me with force. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he ordered.
Clasping his sides with my thighs and grasping his arms with my hands, I stared up at the sexy man looming over me.
“Far better than I imagined,” he said. He bent over and pressed his lips against mine, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.
I had to hold up my head to return his sweltering kiss. Dropping my head back down, I ran my hands over the red hair on his chest and plucked at his nipples.
“You keep doing that … I’ll explode inside you,” he groaned, still hitching his cock in and out of me.
“Fill me, you … Neanderthal. You know … you’ve wanted … oh lord.” His cock thickened inside of me, and I knew he was close. I squeezed his nipples and watched the ecstasy in his expression.
“Damn, Jacqs, I’m going to come. Hold on,” he growled as he increased the intensity of his thrusting.
“Oh … yes … fill me,” I groaned, meeting his penetration with equal fervor.
“Jacqs,” he yelled as he jerked rapidly and then slowly moved in and out as his orgasm continued to fire. He lowered down beside me, settling on his back, eyes closed, breathing heavily. “Holy hell, what am I going to do with you?”
“That, I hope ... over and over again.” I rubbed my hand over his chest.
“No doubt about that.” He stopped my hand from moving and looked over at me. “Thank you.”
“What for?”
“For loving me back.”
“You didn’t give me much chance to refuse,” I said, touching his cheek. I scooted closer and lay my chin on his chest.
“The Neanderthal comment was a nice touch.” He smiled up at me.
“You liked that?” I asked, thumbing his full lower lip.
“It made me want to fuck you from behind, your long hair wrapped around my fist.”
I laughed out loud and said, “Next time, big boy. Shower and then I’ll make us some dinner?”
“Let’s.”
I gathered my soap and hair products from my suitcase, and once we entered in the shower, Red took control.
“I want to wash you,” he said, soaping up a washcloth.
“I haven’t been bathed since I was a little girl.”
“You still are, Jacqs,” he said, laughing.
I punched his shoulder and said, “Just in contrast to your gargantuan size.”
“There’s some truth to that.” He washed under my right arm that I held up for him. “You’re a perfect fit for me.”
“I have to agree with that,” I said, raising my eyebrows and glancing down at his cock. “Do I get to wash him?”
“If you behave, I might let you. I have a policy you should know about.”
“What’s that?”
“Two to one.” He spun me around so he could soap my back.
“Huh?”
He lingered and reached around me to wash my breasts and stomach. He placed the wash cloth down on the tiled ledge, maneuvered me under the stream of water, and rinsed his hands in the flow.
“I owe you another,” he said, reaching between my legs.
“Ohhh, that. I … don’t think … I can argue … with that.”
He massaged my clit, pushing me back against the tiled wall. Crouching down, he lifted my right leg over his bent knee. “There, that’s better. Your clit is still so swollen. I love how hard it gets for me.”
“She likes you too. Oh, yes…”
“Pull on your nipples for me, love. Yes, just like that. You’re so fucking sexy, Jacqs.”
My hips rocked uncontrollably against his hand as the heat in my pussy grew.
“How do you feel about anal sex?” he asked.
“I … don’t know.”
He stopped moving his hand and said, “You’ve never had anal sex?”
“Nothing more than a finger. Bond’s not in to that, or at least he’s never asked me to do it.”
“We’ll have to rectify that and soon.”
“With him?” I asked, pointing down at his semi-erect cock. “I’m pretty sure he won’t fit.”
“Trust me, we’ll have fun trying.”
“Ohhh,” I moaned as he continued to circle around my arousal. The idea of his cock in my ass spiked my libido.
“Let me know when you’re close.”
“I’m almost there.” I continued to yank on my harden peaks. Warmth spread out from my mound and nipples, encompassing the rest of my body. “Oh, Aidan, oh please.”
“You like that idea, don’t you? Give it to me, Jacqs. Come for me.”
I struggled to hold myself up while the convulsions began. Reaching up, I clutched his shoulders as I hollered out my orgasm.
He lowered my leg and held me against him as I tried to recover enough to stand. “So sexy,” he said, kissing up my neck and nipping my earlobe.
“You bring it out in me,” I whispered into his chest.
“Let’s finish up in here so we can make dinner together.”
“Kiss me first,” I said.
He lifted me off my feet and ever so gently kissed my lips parting them with his tongue. He mesmerized me with his soft kisses of love and then lowered me to my feet again.
I threw on a pair of purple PJ bottoms and light blue T-shirt, and joined Red downstairs. I loved him in his plaid PJ pants and white shirt. Easing up behind him, I snaked my arms around his torso. He had already begun prepping the salmon.
“Hello love,” he said over his shoulder.
“You cook?”
“It relaxes me,” he said, spicing the fillets with garlic salt, red pepper, and basil.
“Yeah, me too and I also see it as a challenge. There are a few recipes I’d like to master. I watch several cooking shows, and I like it best when I can cook for other people. I tend to do the expedient thing when I’m making food for myself.”
“We should plan a dinner party after all the dust has settled.”
“I love that idea,” I said, hugging him again from behind.
“What were your plans for the veggies?”
“We can bake them after the salmon comes out to rest.”
“I’ve never had them that way.”
“I think you’ll love it. We’ll just lightly coat them in olive oil and spices.”
After placing the salmon in the oven, Red said, “Let’s go sit outside while this cooks.” He led me through the French doors to the loveseat glider. “This is my favorite time of the year.”
“Mine too, especially when it’s breezy. How was the rest of your day?” I sat and tucked my legs underneath me.
“Uneventful. We had a staff meeting at the end of the day. You?” He rocked us with his outstretched legs.
“The time crawled by and I ended up leaving an hour early. I needed a nap.” I cuddled in close.
He looked down and said, “I love having you here— I think I heard your phone go off.”
“Oh?” I glanced up. “I guess I’d better check it. It could be my mother or Sam or Lainie.”
“Or Bond.”
“Right,” I said, a knot forming in my stomach.
I ran up the stairs and retrieved my phone from my bag. Shit, I found a voicemail from Bond. Pressing 1, I waited for the message to play:
“Hi Jacqs. I hope you’ve been thinking about giving us another shot. I have to work tonight but want us to make plans for later in the week. I ended up sleeping most of the day away. You must be beat. Have you crashed already? If you’re with Aidan, tell him his time is running out.”
I trotted down the stairs and walked outside. I held out my phone so Red could hear the message. “Doesn’t sound like he’s coming around to me,” I said, plopping down on the rocker. “He called you Aidan.”
“I caught that.” He pulled me back to him.
“He also wants to spend time with me,” I said, tilting my head so I could see Red’s eyes.
“Yes, Jacqs, I hear
d that as well.”
“Well?” I said, sitting up straight.
“Well what?”
“How do you feel about me spending time with him?”
“Baby, I don’t expect you to stop seeing him; however, I’m not okay with you having sex until we have all of this sorted out.”
“Does that include holding hands and kissing?”
He didn’t answer right away, and I couldn’t decipher the expression on his face.
Sitting back, I pulled my knees in and closed my eyes, swaying into the rocking and the breeze on my face. I waited silently for his response. My indifference felt odd—to be in our twisted scenario and not know exactly what I wanted from it. Not even sure if I cared if Bond came around. Did he really want to see my exclusively? I would have jumped at the chance just a few weeks ago. I hoped he would forgive Red and get past us being together, but I still hadn’t sorted out if I wanted to date Bond too. At the same time, I’d never spent time with Bond alone without at least holding hands and kissing. Maybe it was time to go cold turkey and stop it all. Would it make the transition easier or more difficult?
At least I was sure of one thing: I wanted to be with Red.
“I’m okay with hand holding and kissing. Nothing more,” he said, laying his arm across the back of the loveseat and crossing his legs.
“Why did it take you so long to answer?” I turned to the side to face him.
“Just making sure I could live with my response.”
“We seem to be moving forward with the assumption that one, I want to continue to date Bond, and that two, he’ll come around. I’m not sure of either of those things.”
“Really? Are you sure you’re not just mad at him right now?”
“I ... I’m not sure what I am. He said he wants me to stop seeing you and he’ll date me exclusively. Try to that is.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Sadly, I’m not. And I don’t even know if he means it.”
“The man’s an idiot. I’m not about to convince you to give him a chance, but I do know how he feels for you. It’s been torture for years, hearing him go on and on about you.”
“What good is it if he doesn’t show me? In all fairness, I’m not sure I’m open to letting him at this point,” I said, burying my face into my hands.
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