by Angel Payne
I released her so she could breathe. “Such a good girl.” It made my cock swell even more that she trusted me the way she did, even though she may not have even realized what she had done. She’d had to be a badass her whole life, but what she was subconsciously begging for was for someone to take care of her. Getting her to realize that, and admit that, was going to be the real challenge. Her body already knew it. However, her mind might not ever let her body have what it needed.
The robe fell from her shoulders and pooled around her waist. I skimmed my hands up and down her arms. Her skin was plenty warm now. She let her head fall back and gyrated on my hard cock with her bare pussy as I scraped my nails along her delicate skin.
“Take your clothes off, Mac. Please.”
“No rush, sass. Let me make you feel good first. Although my cock likes when you beg so sweetly.”
“I already feel good. I’d feel really good with your dick in me. And you owe me from that piss-poor showing on FaceTime.”
I pinched her nipple. She moaned, jerking her head forward.
“That’s your own damn fault,” I growled. “I would’ve gotten you off that night, but you hung up on me like a brat. And, as I recall, you won a pretty sweet wager, so why the lady cock blocker?”
While I waited for her to answer, I kept torqueing on her nipple. She glared at me, seething and defiant, so I twisted the other side too. Why not? It’d be a great way to find out how much pain she could take—a mystery I was really interested in exploring. I just wished my jeans weren’t still a barrier between us, so I could feel the wetness of her pussy too.
“Tell me, Taylor.” I increased the pressure on her nipples a little more.
“Tell you what, clown?”
“You know what.”
“You’re—you’re hurting me.” She flared her nostrils and sucked air in through her nose.
“Why did you hang up on me?”
“Damn it—you’re hurting me!”
“And you’re liking it. Your eyes are as big as the moon. Your heart is racing. I can smell your pussy from here. Tell me to stop or tell me why you hung up on me that day.”
She just stared at me, still such a sassy girl. My cock pounded at my zipper, begging for relief. I started counting in my head, trying to gauge how long until she tapped out.
“My cock is raging for you right now.”
“Put it in me, Mac. Let’s just do this.”
I twisted just a little more.
“Because I liked watching you too much to stop. I didn’t want you to stop! Fuck!” She finally smacked my hands away. “Fuck! Shit!” She covered her tits with her hands, rubbing at her bruised nipples.
“Put your hands down.” My voice was lethally calm and level.
She glared at me again but slowly put her hands by her sides. I put my palms at the small of her back, yanked her body flush against my mouth, and licked her nipple, quickly switching back and forth to soothe the ache but build the sensations pooling in her pussy from the pain and pleasure combination.
“You’re killing me. I’m dying. I’m going to die. Fuck, Mac, I don’t even know what’s happening.” Her voice was high-pitched and whiny. I loved every bit of it.
She had the most adorable nonsense babble when she was aroused. I rammed a few fingers up into her creamy pussy, and she shrieked. I finger-fucked her relentlessly until she was moaning so loudly I pulled her head into my shoulder so she wouldn’t be embarrassed to face her neighbors in the morning.
She leaned back to suck in a big breath of air just before she cried out her orgasm. “Oh, God. Mac. Fuck, God. My God. Yes!”
I sucked her nipple, biting down into the abused bud, making her scream again as a second wave hit. She tried pushing me away, but I was much stronger than her. She relaxed against me, spent and completely satisfied.
“Why are you trying to kill me? You aren’t supposed to kill people you have sex with. I would think they teach you that shit at doctor school. No?” She mumbled her comments into my neck.
“No. They don’t really go into how to fuck in med school, love.” I chuckled at her nonsense.
She sat up, hair crazy and sexy, eyes glassy from arousal. “Christ, I can’t imagine how dangerous you’d be if you had schooling on top of your natural instinct, then.”
“You’re really good for my ego. You know that?” I kissed the tip of her nose.
“Time to lose the pants, clown. I can’t take another cock-less minute. Seriously.”
I burst out laughing. “Cock-less minute? I don’t think I’ve ever heard that expression in my entire life.” She scooted off my lap and slid to her knees on the floor in front of me. My dick throbbed in my pants just at the suggestive pose she took. I stood to my full height, crotch directly in front of her face. She looked up the length of my body, and I took a long few seconds to stare down at her. I wanted to memorize her oversize eyes looking up at me, her tousled hair going every which way, her perfect imperfection singing to my every manly need to please her as a woman.
She reached up to open my pants. Deft fingers undid the button, slid down the zipper, and pulled the material over my hips, freeing my erection in seconds. I stepped out of my shoes and jeans when she got them to my ankles and stood before my beautiful Taylor, waiting to see where we’d go from here. I didn’t want her to feel obligated to suck me. Some women just weren’t into it. I put my hand out to help her up, and I could sense her struggle with the decision. I took the decision out of her hands by taking my shirt off, laying it on the sofa, and sitting back down on it. I still had an issue with how many other bodily functions were probably completed on that fabric, but I wasn’t about to ruin the moment with a repeat of that conversation.
“Come back to me here.” I held my cock up for her to sit on, and she didn’t disappoint. She actually threw me a curve ball, turned around at the last second, and sat on my cock facing away from me so her back was to my front. My legs were spread wide, so hers went between them, the perfect little heart of her ass in my palms as she lowered onto my shaft.
Fuck me, the heaven of her tight pussy made my eyes roll back in my head. I had to take a few seconds to collect myself when she slid all the way to the base, such a snug fit but so wet I went the full distance in one thrust.
“Goddamn it, girl, you feel good. So tight.”
“Mmmmm. Right?”
“Move. Raise up. Slowly, though.” I lifted up under her ass cheeks, sliding my long middle finger along the lips of her pussy from behind until I found her clit. “Christ, you’re wet. Back down.” I rubbed her clit while she slid up and down on my cock, instructing when she stopped moving.
“Why are you stopping?” I asked.
“It’s hard. I’m doing all the work here.” She glared at me over her shoulder.
“Put your legs on the outside of mine.”
She flopped her legs as directed, and I sat up taller on the sofa and spread my legs as far as I could, in turn spreading hers as far as they could possibly go. Her reflection gleamed in the now darkened TV screen, and it was so fucking pornographic I almost blew my load on the spot.
“Look at yourself in the TV,” I commanded.
“Oh, shit. God, that’s hot,” she moaned and laid her head back on my shoulder.
I reached around and rubbed her exposed clit, my hand so big compared to her body, I nearly covered her entire pussy. “How much of my hand do you think I can fit in your pussy?”
“Maaaaccc, stop. I’m going to come again.”
“Isn’t that the point? You like watching me fuck you?” I could feel the arousal dripping from her folds.
“Yes. It’s so fucking hot.”
“Can you see my cock going in and out of you?” I continued to antagonize her while I thrust in and out of her body.
“Yes.” She reached down and spread her two fingers on either side of my cock as if spreading her pussy wider around me. She arched her back, forcing her tits out, and I slid my hands up her ribcage
to pinch the nipples she offered.
“Fuck, God, they’re so sore. It feels so good.”
“Are you ready to come again?”
“Yes. Please. Yes.”
“Look at yourself. Watch yourself come while I fuck you, Taylor. Then the next time I call you, you can think about this right here and pick up the fucking phone.” I held her hips, digging my short nails into her bones, and pounded up into her, relentlessly chasing our mutual releases. Mine was boiling up my cock, seconds from blowing through the condom—
Holy.
Fuck.
I yanked Taylor off my dick just as I exploded, come spurting across her back and ass. By the way she was moaning and writhing, she was midorgasm as well. I would just play it off as wanting to mark her with my seed and all that happy horseshit. I grabbed my dick and stroked the rest of the orgasm through, panting like the animal I was, trying not to alarm her but internally berating myself for what had just happened.
Holy fuck. I’d never been so fucking stupid in my entire life.
She collapsed back against me, and I wrapped my arms around her. I wanted to fall asleep immediately, Taylor in my arms, and erase the last twenty seconds of the evening. Because the rest of it leading up to that shit storm had been amazing. This woman was quickly becoming everything I wanted in a woman. I wanted to keep her safe and be there for her when she needed someone to lean on.
But instead, I’d just fucked her bareback like yet another inconsiderate asshole.
Just what she needed in her life.
I’d just verified what she suspected about people in general. Everyone was out for number one and didn’t care who they used on the way. I’d just fucked up royally, after I’d sworn to her she could count on me.
If she didn’t speak to me after tonight, I wasn’t sure I’d blame her. The only problem was, she was so far under my skin now I didn’t think my life would be the same without her in it.
Chapter Eleven
Taylor
“I think I hate your husband a little bit for making us join this fucking gym. Can this even be considered a gym?” I scowled at the complicated obstacle course before me. When did this become the vogue concept of working out?
Talia laughed, but she had to know I was right. “I might hate him a little bit too.” She smiled a very sly grin. “No, I don’t. I can’t even say it joking around.” My dear friend was so head-over-heels in love it made my stomach hurt. The problem was, it was envy, not disgust, that churned in my belly. Not that I would ever admit that out loud.
“Oh yes! The honeymoon phase. Isn’t love grand?” I made a vomiting sound off to the side as I tried another attempt at moving the tractor tire.
Literally. The tire of a mother-effing John Deere tractor.
“Who comes up with this stuff?” Talia’s voice reached a new octave as she gave every effort to move the dense rubber off the ground. At least this time, she budged it an inch or two.
“And the better question—where did they find the tire from a tractor in Southern California? Bitch, please.” I stepped up to give the challenge another go.
Bending deep with my knees, I thought about a worse kind of pain. Bailing my mom out of jail for the seventeenth time in my life. Yeah, that was the actual number. Some things one knew by rote, and unfortunately, this was one of those for me. I had come to her rescue that many times. My anger gave me enough strength to move the heavy obstacle a foot off the ground. A new personal best! If I added up the amount of money I’d spent on her legal aid, I could probably summon enough fury to throw the tire like a Frisbee.
“Wow, Tay—you go, girl!” Talia cheered from beside me.
One of the hunky trainers took notice and came over. “Great job, Taylor! Way to get after it. Great form too. Why don’t you two move over to cardio next?” He pointed toward the treadmills and gave me a quick wink.
An actual wink.
I tried not to giggle while grabbing my water bottle and towel and walked toward the machines. Talia bugged her eyes out at me when she was sure he wasn’t looking, and we both bumped into each other playfully. He was really good-looking and had a body that was seriously drool-worthy. I think his name was something exotic like Emilio, but I couldn’t remember.
“What was that all about?” Talia dipped her head to say it as we set up the displays on our treadmills.
“I have no idea,” I whispered. “Was I giving off the wrong vibe?”
“What would be the wrong vibe with a guy who looks like that?” We both started giggling again.
“You have a point there,” I conceded. “But I’m not looking for anything right now.”
“No? Someone else keeping your bed warm at night?”
“You know darn well no one keeps my bed warm.”
“You know what I mean. And I hope one day you let go of that hang-up of yours.”
“Don’t you start on me too.” Why didn’t anyone understand?
She looked at me, puzzled, and I knew I’d already said too much.
“Explain?” She motioned at me to go on.
“I’d rather not.” I pretended to be having a hard time with my machine.
“You seemed so distracted this morning at the sales meeting. Were you out late because of your mom?” She was not going to let this go.
“No. That was handled pretty early. It’s pretty routine at this point.” I added, “Sadly.”
“Then what? Oh, does this have something to do with a certain brain surgeon?”
“Maybe.” I still hadn’t made eye contact with my bestie.
“Maybe? That’s all you’re going to say is maybe?” Her voice was gaining volume.
“God, Talia. You used to be the easy one to be around. You’re as bad as Margaux these days. Is this what married life does to a girl?” We both laughed.
If I didn’t give her the details, she was likely to implode on the spot. “I was supposed to have dinner with him last night and had to cancel when Janet got arrested. He ended up showing up at my apartment, and he made me waffles for dinner. It was adorable.”
“Who would’ve guessed under all that smoldering sexy bastard he could be sweet?”
“Dude, you have no idea. He’s very complex. Then he fucked my brains out, and we fell asleep on my sofa.”
“Awwwww. See? You’re capable of having a normal relationship, Tay.”
“Oh. There is nothing normal about what we have going on. Trust me.” I laughed, thinking of the bite marks and the peep show in my TV screen. “I sneaked out this morning and got ready in the locker room at work. I left him a note to see himself out. It’s anything but normal, Talia. Far from normal over here.” I realized how many times I repeated myself. Probably trying to convince myself along with her.
“What on earth made you do that?” she asked, as if I had just told her we held hands and watched an episode of Game of fucking Thrones.
“What?”
“Why did you sneak out this morning like that?” We were both walking at a pretty good clip, panting in between words.
“I don’t know. I just couldn’t handle the whole awkward morning-after thing. It gave me a low-key panic attack, and I freaked out and bolted. Then there was the whole bareback thing, and I didn’t even want to address that because he thinks I missed his freak-out that he tried to play off. He’s a terrible actor, FYI.”
“Oh, my God. I don’t know what to address first in that shit storm. You bolted from your own house?”
“Yes?” Thank you, Jesus, for not going to the bareback comment first.
“Taylor. Taylor. Taylor. Taylor.”
“Stop looking at me like that, and why are you saying my name over and over like I’m five?” The pitch of my voice sounded like I was five too.
“Well, possibly because you’re acting like it?”
“I’m not!” Yep. Five alive.
“You totally are.” Now she was laughing too.
I cranked my treadmill’s pace up faster. Suddenly I was in
the mood to run. Something I prided myself on never doing.
“You can’t actually run away from me on a treadmill, hon. I’m still right here beside you,” she shouted over the whine of the belt of the machine. “I mean, I get that running away has become your superpower and all, but we are on stationary pieces of gym equipment, so it kind of defeats the purpose.” She burst out laughing again.
“Maybe you should concentrate on your form right now or something instead of your unsolicited advice. Hmmm?” I pumped my arms in time with my spindly legs. I looked like an ostrich when I ran.
She smiled broadly but stayed quiet. We both jogged side by side for about five minutes before I slowed my machine down again. What the hell had I been thinking? Running sucked, and people who did it for fun were just as crazy as they looked doing it.
I pressed the Stop button on the stupid thing, rode the belt to the end, and hopped to the floor. I braced myself on my hands and knees and took a few deep breaths, hoping the stars dancing in my vision would settle down if I got a little more oxygen. All I could hear was Mac’s very bossy voice nagging me about the fact that I didn’t eat enough. Normally my fast metabolism wasn’t an issue, but clearly, if I was going to do any sort of exercising, more calories would be needed. They had a smoothie bar in this gym, so I suggested to Talia that we get something to drink before I hit the deck.
“My head is kind of swimming at the moment. I think I need some sugar.”
“Let’s go over there and see what they have.” She tried to disguise her arm around me as a friendly gesture, but I knew she was making sure I made it to the smoothie bar without falling down.
We sat on the tall stools along the window and waited for the energy smoothies we ordered.
“I think you need to eat a little more in the day, sister.” She rubbed my back while she spoke.
“Not you too.”
“That’s the second time you’ve said that to me in the past hour. Mac?”
