by Amy Brent
Even in their hazy state, the yellow freckles of her brown eyes shone with the rays of the sun.
“I have to go get Sarah,” she said.
“I was going to wake you soon if you didn’t stir. I’ll have to get up and get Max soon, too.”
“With your mom?” she asked as she sat up.
“Yep. With your in-laws?” I asked.
“Yep.”
The sheet fell from her body, and I watched her tits rest against her chest. Her soft curves taunted my fingertips, pulling at them like marionette strings. I reached out and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her back into me as she giggled.
“If we don’t get up, we can’t get our kids,” she said.
“What if I told you I wasn’t ready to let you go yet?” I asked.
“I’d tell you tough. Because we’ve got kids,” she said, giggling again.
“What if I took us and the kids out for lunch?”
She tilted her head to look up at me as her mind slowly jumped to life. Her eyes bounced between mine as she considered my offer. Then she raised up and planted a small kiss on the tip of my nose.
“I think that sounds nice,” she said.
We got up and got dressed, and I reluctantly put her in a cab. I wanted to take her back to her house, make sure she got there all right. But she insisted on taking a cab, so she could get back to her car. I shut her door and waved her off, watching as the yellow taxi took her away, and I couldn’t help feeling this aching emptiness settle in my stomach.
I didn’t like seeing her off.
I picked up Max from my mother’s, but he was not in a happy mood. Everything I asked of him was met with a no, and by the time I pulled up to the restaurant, he was in a full-blown meltdown. I parked at the end of the parking lot as he kicked and screamed, trying to order us to go home so he could watch more cartoons.
“We’re going and meeting new friends, Max. Don’t you want to meet new friends?” I asked.
“No! Cartoons!” he exclaimed.
“Max, you watched enough cartoons at Grandma’s. Now, it’s time to go meet one of Daddy’s friends,” I said.
“No, no, no! No friends!”
“Max, what in the world is wrong?” I asked.
“Go home and see cartoons,” he said, crying.
“Boys who pitch fits like this don’t get to go home and get what they want,” I said.
Just then, I heard someone rap at the window of my car. I looked over and saw Melissa’s face, sympathy painted all over it as I got out of the car. I looked down at the little girl whose hand she was holding, and I couldn’t believe how much Sarah looked like her mother. Same long, black hair. Same loose curls. Same brown eyes with those yellow sparkles, but her mouth was different.
She must’ve gotten her jawline from her father.
“Daddy!” Max shrieked.
“Cartoons?” Melissa asked.
“That’s where he wants to be,” I said, sighing.
“May I?” she asked.
“Oh, no. He’ll calm down in a bit. When he gets this worked up, you have to let him ride it out.”
Sarah was clinging to her mother’s leg, but Melissa kept insisting. She moved Sarah away from her leg, and as she opened my car door, I crouched down to Sarah’s level. Her hand kept reaching for her mother, wanting to keep in contact at all times while around a stranger like me. She was hesitant. Quiet. Apprehensive about the entire situation. She tensed up when Max’s shrieking ricocheted from the car, and I saw her lunge for her mother.
But she tripped and stumbled, almost crashing to the pavement had I not reached out for her.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
She scrambled to her feet as tears rose to her eyes. I’d startled her, that much was for sure. She was obviously overwhelmed by her surroundings as her eyes flickered up to Max, and I watched as Melissa slowly ran her hands through his hair. He pulled away from her, smacking her hand and shrieking at her to stop. But all she did was continue, so I brought my focus back to her scared daughter.
“I like your bow,” I said.
But all she did was back away further.
“That’s my son, Max. He’s not very happy right now because he wants to watch cartoons. Do you like cartoons?”
I watched her nod her head as Max’s tantrum slowly began to dwindle.
“What’s your favorite?”
I saw her look up at her mother who was still attending to Max, so I simply sat back and waited. She looked back at me, her eyes locking with mine before she looked down at her feet.
“Buzz Bunny,” she said.
“Bugs Bunny? I like him, too,” I said.
“You do?” she asked.
“Mhm. Do you have a favorite snack for when you watch cartoons?”
“Froot Loops,” she said. “Or caramel popcorn.”
“Those sound yummy. Maybe we could have some after we have lunch,” I said.
I watched her take a step toward me as my gaze flickered up to Melissa. Max was finally calming down. So much so, in fact, that Melissa was beginning to unbuckle him. I watched as he held out his arms for her, tumbling his body into hers, and he clung to her neck. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but before I could stand up and take him from her, I felt it.
Sarah’s hand slowly slid into mine.
Melissa looked down and gasped at the gesture. The shock that rolled over her face was evident, and as I stood with her daughter’s hand in mine, I couldn’t believe how Max had curled into her body. His breathing was evening out, his tears were drying up, and he was actually allowing someone he didn’t know to hold him close.
He never did that. Ever. For anyone new.
“I’ve never seen her take to someone like that so easily,” she said.
“I could say the same about you and Max.”
For a moment, we simply stood there looking at one another. Max’s hair was piled onto her shoulder as her hand smoothed up and down his back while Sarah’s hand gripped mine tightly as she stood close to my leg. My son, the defiant, tantrum-pitching four-year-old abandoned by his mother, was allowing a woman he’d never met to hold him close.
And Sarah, the shy, quiet daughter of a man who’d died before she was one, was standing close to me, knowing I’d jump at a moment’s notice to protect her.
“Mister?” she asked.
“Yes, Sarah?”
I watched her hold out her hands for me, and I quickly picked her up in my arms. I saw tears glisten in Melissa’s eyes, and for the first time in my life, I felt content. We walked the kids into the restaurant as they laid on our respective shoulders, and as I opened the door for Melissa, I felt like I’d finally made a right decision.
This was how our lives should have been from the start.
Chapter 20
Melissa
I still had my appointment with Brandon today, and I was excited to see him. Lunch had gone wonderfully with us and the kids, and I was still stunned at how Sarah had taken to him. She talked with him and asked him a couple of questions and even let him help her with her food. It was the most incredible thing I had ever seen, and my heart was soaring by the time Sarah and I got back home.
I closed my eyes and sat in my car to gather myself for a few minutes. I couldn’t get my mind off how incredible Brandon felt after our date last night. The way his cock filled me and the way his hands roamed my skin, it was like my stretch marks and loose skin didn’t matter to him. He kissed every dollop of fat and slurped down every last drop of juice I could create for him, but I knew I had to pull myself together.
I was about to go into an appointment, and I couldn’t sit there for an hour in soaked panties.
I knocked on the door of his office to make sure his prior session hadn’t run long. I saw the doorknob turn as it opened, and there was his smiling face. He ushered me in before he shut the door behind me, but then he did something I didn’t expect.
He tugged my arm and slammed me back into the
heavy door.
Suddenly, his lips were upon mine. My hands rushed to his hair as my purse dropped to the floor and his hand was hiking my leg around his waist. His massive palms smoothed over my skin as my heel dug into the meat of his ass. My tits were at painful peaks as his lips moved desperately down my cheek, sucking in a patch of skin as I moaned.
He picked me up and sat me on his desk. My pussy was dripping into my panties as his hands made quick work of my clothes. One by one, pieces of our clothing fell to the floor while his warm, wet lips peppered my skin with kisses.
But I slowly came back to reality once I felt the clasps of my bra come undone.
“Brandon?” I whispered.
“Oh, Melissa.”
“Brandon,” I said.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he said.
“Wait, wait, wait.”
I pressed my hands to his chest and slowly pushed him back. His half-hooded eyes looked at me while his hand cupped my naked breast, and for a second, I reveled in his touch. He was rolling my pert nipple around in his fingertips, and it took everything I had not to groan and give myself to him right then and there.
“Isn’t this—couldn’t you, you know, get in trouble?”
I studied his sky-filled eyes as his hands slowly ran down my sides. They began rolling up the fabric of my skirt, exposing my thighs as his eyes raked down my body. His gaze was hardening along my body as his tongue licked his lips, and for a moment, I thought maybe he hadn’t heard me.
“Technically, it could. If someone found out I was having sex in my office, much less sex with a patient, things could go wrong,” he said.
His hand slowly slid up my thigh, and my leg trembled. My forehead leaned against his, my breath coming in short pants as his fingertips found my clothed pussy. My legs parted for him, allowing him access as I arched back onto his desk. I stretched out my arms as he leaned into me, his lips kissing down my chest before he drew one of my nipples between his teeth.
“We shouldn’t,” I said, gasping.
“But oh, how I want to,” he said.
“I don’t want to get you in trouble,” I said.
“If you want me to stop, I will.”
His fingertips paused as his lips stopped their ministrations on my nipple. I could feel my entire body flushing underneath his touch. Electricity was coursing through my veins as my heart pounded against my chest. When I opened my eyes to take him in, I could see his pupils blown wide with lust. His hand was shaking slightly, ready to pull back at a moment’s notice should I want him to stop what he was doing.
“I guess I’ll have to be quiet,” I said, grinning.
All of a sudden, he dropped to his knees. I laid back, parting my legs for him as he took off my heels and removed my panties from my body. His tongue ravaged my pussy lips, sucking and slurping as I bit back my moans and groans. He crooked my legs over his shoulders before he stood, pressing my legs to my stomach as his tongue hit all the right places.
“Oh, shit. Holy fuck. What the hell is this?” I choked out.
“Ssshh.,” he hummed into my pussy.
My back hit his desk as my legs tightened around his body. His tongue pressed deeper and deeper against my clit while his hands worked his belt buckle, and I heard his pants to crashing to the floor. Any moment now, someone could come walking in and find us. Any moment now, Brandon could get himself into some serious trouble.
It reminded me of all the times we had sex underneath that beautiful oak tree, hoping we wouldn’t get caught by my parents.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Brandon murmured. “Taste so good.”
My body began to shake while my pussy throbbed in ecstasy. My body cried out for him as my back arched off his desk. My hands reached for the edges, rolling into him even though he had me pinned down. I could go nowhere and do nothing but take in the assault of his tongue as my pussy dripped onto the cool wood of his desk.
But before I could come, he pulled back. I felt his arms wrap around me as he pulled me upright from his desk. He scooped me up and carried me over to his chair. When he sat down, I straddled him, his massive cock throbbing as it leaked from its tip. My legs hooked around him as my pussy folds enveloped his cock, and then, something came over me. A carnal desire that needed him more than anything I’d ever felt in my life.
I began to slide my pussy folds around his cock as the head of it massaged my swollen clit. I bucked into him hungrily, my lips drawing his to mine and our tongues dancing like wildfire. My arms locked around his neck. As I felt my legs beginning to jump, his hands were on my hips. He encouraged me to keep going, a smile on his face as he watched mine screw up in pleasure.
His cock felt so good massaging my clit.
“That’s it. Take what you want,” he whispered.
My pussy began clamping down while I threw my head back in silent pleasure. I had to force myself to swallow my groans as my fingernails dug into his bare back, but the gasp that peeled from my lips as he slipped his cock into my orgasming pussy couldn’t be silenced. My eyes widened as my forehead pressed against his, and his hips set a furious pace.
We bucked against one another, our hips rolling, and I drenched him in my juices. His hands were running up and down my thighs, massaging them while I bounced in his lap. I covered his face in kisses before I ran my lips down his neck, raking my teeth over his pulse point. He held me close, his skin so warm against mine, rugged from the time we spent without one another. Each of his rippling muscles twitched against me. His panting breath flooded along my skin and his cock throbbed against my walls. Soon, I was climbing that mountain of pleasure again as his hips snapped against mine.
“Shit. Shit. Oh my god, Brandon. Yes.”
I whispered it like a prayer into his ear and kissed him everywhere I could get to him. His hands pressed me harder onto his body. His fingers splayed across my back, traveling over curves he couldn’t get enough of. I leaned back, feeling his cock hit another glorious angle as his lips traveled over my breasts, and I knew I was about to pop when I felt my pussy pull his dick deeper and deeper into my body.
“So hungry for me,” he groaned into my skin. “Fuck, Melissa.”
My toes curled, and my legs locked. My back arched, and my tits bounced. I shook in his lap while he continued to drive his cock into me. Then he stilled as my pussy drank down his come. I felt thick streams of it painting my body, coating me from the inside out as it began squirting from between my legs. His arms held me out, supporting me as my jaw unhinged in silent pleasure.
Then, as I collapsed into his arms, he pulled me back into him as my cheek pressed against his.
We both sat there panting, my arms limply locked around his neck, and for the first time since Carl had passed, I didn’t feel guilty about what I had done.
All I felt was loved.
Chapter 21
Brandon
“I can’t get her out of my head, man,” I said.
“I guess that’s a good thing. It’s better than all these less-than-one-night stands you’re having. I wasn’t about to tell you how to run or cope with your life, but screwing some bimbo in a bathroom isn’t a healthy way to cope with anything,” Michael said.
“We’ve been seeing one another even though she’s still my patient. That blurs lines, doesn’t it?” I asked.
“Professionally, yes. It’s why I keep telling you to transfer her. Even if it’s just on paper. The two of you can still make appointments to get together in your office if it’s the only time during the week you two can see each other. But on paper? She’s gotta be someone else’s patient,” he said.
“I’ll need to get on that soon. Especially after our session this week.”
“Did something happen?” he asked.
“Yep. We didn’t do any talking.”
I looked at Michael as his eyes slowly panned over to me. I put my empty beer bottle down, and it was quickly replaced with a new one. I could feel it in my bones. Michael wasn’t just s
hocked. He was probably worried. The lines Melissa and I were breaching could cost me the entire fucking company, but hell, it was exhilarating. Like trying not to get caught by her parents.
My cock throbbed just thinking about it.
“Be careful, you fucker. This is some serious shit you’re getting into with her,” Michael said.
“Don’t I fucking know it,” I said. “It’s like I’m insatiable, though. Like I’m back in fucking high school with a cock I can’t control.”
“You couldn’t control it before,” he said, grinning.
