“Yeah. Crazy, huh?”
“The instant the man leaves her house, I want you to call me.”
He frowned in the rearview mirror. “What are you going to do?”
“Get a hotel room.” Then I added in disgust, “It might be a while before he leaves. Perhaps even the morning.”
“You want me to stay the night?” he asked, incredulous.
“If that’s what it takes.”
“But – ”
“I’ll pay you triple,” I snapped. “Just do it.”
“Okay… should I drive you to the hotel first?”
A Mercedes turned onto the street, slowed to a stop, and put its blinkers on. I saw the ‘U’ logo displayed discreetly inside its windshield.
“No,” I answered as I opened the door of the limo. “Just call me the minute he leaves.”
98
Katie
For the second time in two hours, I lay naked next to him after sex, our bodies pressed tight against one another.
“Okay… that was amazing,” I whispered.
“…yeah…” he murmured, barely conscious.
“And… unexpected…”
“…what?”
I hesitated to bring it up. I was happy again, blissfully happy, and I didn’t want to ruin everything – but it was kind of the elephant in the room, and we had to talk about it at some point.
Half of me wanted to just escape into the moment… but I couldn’t. Not with this nagging feeling nipping at my heels.
“Before my parents got here, you were about to walk out on me.”
He winced. “I know. I’m sorry.”
I smiled the tiniest bit and kissed him softly. “Apology accepted. But what prompted the change of heart?”
“You said you loved me,” he smiled as he gazed deeply into my eyes.
We kissed again.
“If all I have to do to get you to stop being angry at me is say ‘I love you,’ I’m going to say it a lot more often,” I joked.
“You know what I mean.”
“No… actually, I don’t. If I’d said I loved you when you were walking out of here, would that have changed your mind?”
He tilted his head to the side, like You have a point. “I guess not.”
“So what happened?”
“I… I guess I liked what you told your parents. That you like me no matter what – that you like me for being me.”
I frowned. “Why wouldn’t you think I liked you for being you?”
He made that face again, the one he always made when I asked him a question and it seemed like he was trying to figure out a way around it.
It made me uneasy.
“I don’t know,” he finally said. “I thought you were making me jump through hoops with that woman at the wedding, but now I know you like me just the way I am.”
“I totally liked you for you back at the wedding – I just thought you weren’t that into me.”
“Well, I am.”
Okay, enough dancing around the issue.
“Why do I always feel like you’re not telling me something?” I asked.
He looked at me without answering for a long second. I was dreading him running hot and cold, and started wondering again why I put up with this crap –
“What if I just decided I wanted to be a surfer for the rest of my life?” he asked quietly. “Is that something you could deal with?”
I stared at him. “Are you… talking about what I think you’re talking about?”
He smiled. “What do you think I’m talking about?”
My heart thudded in my chest.
“…if we got married one day?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Would you like me just the way I am?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Not rich?”
“I…”
I thought of myself wearing a dirty housedress, baby in one arm and another screaming at my feet, washing dishes and watching through the window as he strolled off towards the beach with a surfboard under his arm.
It was not a romantic image.
Unfortunately, though, my hesitation was deadly.
He backed away, anger and horror on his face. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
I defended myself. “You’re basically asking me to choose a life of complete poverty.”
He frowned. “No I’m not.”
“Yeah you are!”
“Does my place look like complete poverty to you?” he snapped.
“No, but I still can’t figure out how you’re able to afford it,” I said honestly.
“I told you, I have money left over from the divorce.”
“And what happens when it runs out?”
He got that look again, like he was trying to figure his way out of a trap. He finally gave up.
“I don’t know!” he said angrily.
“Aren’t you going to get a job?!”
“You don’t have a job,” he said accusingly.
“Yeah, because I’ve been on vacation a month. But I’m going to eventually get on with my life. I know there are bills to pay. But you’re saying, ‘Hey, honey, I’m going to surf the whole time – see you later, have fun waiting tables!’”
“No I’m not. I just don’t want a woman to see me as her meal ticket.”
Ohhhhhhh.
O-kaaaaaay.
I sat up angrily in bed. “Fuck you.”
He looked bewildered and furious at the same time. “What does that mean?!”
I walked over and got my robe. If anybody was going to walk out this time, it was going to be me.
“It means fuck you, I’m not your ex-wife. I’m not going to take half and leave you.” As I tied my robe, I muttered aloud my earlier thought from the reception. “What would I get out of it anyway, half a surfboard?”
Now he was furious. “What did you just say?”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Okay, that was bitchy – I’m sorry. It’s just… I want a family. I want kids. I want a home,” I said, pleading with him to understand.
“I want all of those things, too.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t want to raise my kids out of an old RV in a campground by a beach somewhere.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“So what’s the plan, then?” I challenged him.
Silence.
He got that secretive look again, but he couldn’t come up with a fake answer this time.
“So – no plan?” I asked.
“It’ll be fine.”
“How?”
His voice was both irritated and hurt. “Why can’t you just trust me?”
“Okay – explain it to me, then. Paint me a picture of a future where I’m not working two jobs and changing diapers while you’re out surfing all day.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Then what is going to happen?”
“I’ll get a job – ”
“If that’s the extent of your ‘plan,’ then I think it’s perfectly fair for me to worry.”
“I’ll make it happen,” he insisted.
“How?”
“I will.”
I put my hands over my face.
I couldn’t believe this.
I was totally in love with this guy… but my father was right.
He was a bum, and he was looking at me as his meal ticket.
Rope me in with the sweet words and mind-blowing sex, and then sponge off me the rest of my life.
He tried again. “What if I told you this: I can promise you a shack on a beach. And we’ll always have food. Maybe not filet mignon, but…”
I softened. I wanted so much to believe him. “Hot dogs and ice cream?”
“Yes,” he said, smiling.
I smiled back sadly.
My head was telling me I was stupid… but thinking of a life without him made my heart ache.
“It doesn’t even have to be that crack cocaine ice cream,” I said. “I’ll take
plain old grocery store vanilla.”
“No, we’re having the crack cocaine ice cream,” he promised with a grin. “Well, every once in a while.”
“Oh? We’re going to put up that shack on Venice beach, next to the five million dollar houses?”
“Wherever we go, we’ll have the ice cream shipped to us every so often. For old time’s sake.”
“It’ll melt,” I pointed out.
“They have this stuff called overnight shipping,” he teased me. “We’ll just have to keep the kids from touching the dry ice, is all.”
The kids.
Tears sprang to my eyes. “You… you want to have children with me?”
He got up from the bed, totally naked, and put his hands on my shoulders as he looked me deeply in the eyes. “Yes. I want to marry you, and I want to have children with you.”
I started crying. I couldn’t help myself.
“Are these good tears or bad tears?” he asked, uncertain.
“Good tears,” I said, weeping and laughing at the same time. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“It’s just… it’s scary. I feel like there’s stuff you’re not telling me.”
He cradled my face in his hands and looked at me lovingly. “I’ll tell you everything in time, I promise. I just need you to trust me. And I need to know that you don’t have to have a mansion, and a Mercedes, and prep schools for our children.”
I shook my head violently. “I don’t need that. I just need you.”
He grinned. “And you’re okay with a shack, and hotdogs and ice cream?”
“Yeah,” I said – then couldn’t help myself. “And good schools for Elvis,” I added impishly.
He laughed out loud, then got a stern look on his face. “We talked about this. Dylan.”
“Marley, too?”
He grinned. “If it’s a girl.”
“Dylan works for a girl.”
“No, I think Janice would be better.”
“What other boy names?”
“Well, there’s John and George and Paul – and absolutely Ringo.”
“Jeez, how many babies am I going to have?”
He laughed. “As many as you want.”
I smiled. “I wouldn’t mind a big family.”
“Well, we’re going to have to keep busy making them, then,” he said with a seductively raised eyebrow.
I looped my arms around his neck. “I’m okay with that.”
He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Want to practice?”
“Hell yes,” I said, and kissed him deeply.
99
This time it got a little bit kinky.
I pushed him down on the bed and started kissing down his chest, across his delicious abs, until I reached the head of his cock. I started licking it, letting my tongue play around the crest of the head, wetting him down. He settled back, hands interlaced behind his head, and just watched – so I put on a show. I looked up at him with those Please baby fuck me eyes as I bent his erection up and slowly started to ease him into my mouth.
The angle was a problem, though. I crawled around with my ass towards his head so I could suck on it better –
When he took my left leg and lifted it up over his body so I was straddling him.
Okay, I thought, he’s just helping me out –
But then I felt his tongue glide wetly over my clit.
OH.
Okay…
I began to suck and stroke him, my eyes closing in bliss as he licked between my legs. I’d never 69’d before – Rick rarely if ever went down on me – so this was a new experience. And it was amazing, though it was a little hard to keep my concentration. I would actually stop sometimes, my lips around his cock, and just lie there on his body with my eyes closed as I enjoyed his head between my legs, his tongue licking me up and down, his lips sucking softly on my clit.
He must have decided he wasn’t going to get much more of a blowjob, because he used his hands to press upwards on my body. I didn’t know what he wanted, so I went with him and sat straight up –
Then I realized he wanted me sitting on his face, because he plunged his tongue into me as far as it would go.
OHHH…
It felt incredibly good. Not as good as his cock – I’m not sure anything could feel as good as that – but it was a different sensation. Warm, soft, and gentle, pushing inside my lips, making me feel so turned-on it was crazy.
And then I opened my eyes.
Holy crap…
I could see myself in the mirror on the dresser. At first I was shocked, but then it turned me on.I couldn’t see his face as he licked and sucked between my legs, and that somehow made it hotter. I just luxuriated in the sight of myself sitting reverse cowgirl on this handsome stud’s face… my relative paleness contrasting with his deeply tanned skin… his perfect, muscular body laid out in front of me… his big, thick cock jutting into the air as he licked and sucked on my pussy.
“Ohhhh…” I moaned, and started tentatively gyrating my hips a little.
He must have liked it, because his hands pressed downward on my thighs, forcing me harder onto his face.
“Ohhhhhh,” I groaned, and started grinding harder.
He reached his hand around my thigh and began to stroke my clit as his tongue continued to move inside me.
“Ohhhhhh…”
I used my hands to cup my breasts, massaging them, tweaking my nipples. His finger on my clit and his tongue inside my pussy brought me higher, and higher, and –
Oh my God, I was coming. I was coming while I was sitting on his face.
I cried out and rocked faster, harder, feeling my orgasm overwhelm me in waves of heat and bliss.
As the tremors gradually died down, I lifted off him and groaned, then fell over onto all fours. His poor neglected cock was straining up in the air, a bead of pre-cum slowly dripping down the tip of his cock. I lowered my head to kiss it –
Whap!
A tiny slap of pain – then pleasure – vibrated through my ass.
I lowered my head in shock to look between my legs.
His head was framed between my thighs – and he was grinning at me.
“You spanked me,” I said, a little taken aback.
“Mm-hm,” he agreed. “Did you like it?”
I paused.
“…I don’t know…”
Then a little devilish voice took over me.
“…do it again.”
Whap!
“Oh,” I whispered, unaccustomed to the sensation.
He scooted up the bed a couple feet, and then forced my body down on the mattress. I was now lying face-down between his legs, with my feet up around his face… but our bodies met at the pelvis, with his cock pressed hard against my clit, his shaft rubbing against the lips of my pussy.
Mmmmm…
I closed my eyes and rocked my hips back and forth, feeling my wetness press against his erection…
Whap!
My eyes snapped open.
“Oh,” I murmured.
Then I felt him slowly ease a finger inside me. He must have wetted it down with his mouth –
Whap!
“OH,” I cried out.
It was confusing – the sting from his palm hitting my ass, but the incredible pleasure of his wet cock sliding against my clit, and –
“Ohhhhhh,” I moaned as his finger began to stroke inside me, curling gently as it massaged my g-spot.
“Move your hips back and forth,” he commanded me. “Like you’re masturbating with my cock.”
Masturbating with my cock?!
I felt a little dirty hearing him say it…
But I eagerly complied.
Oh God…
His hard thickness sliding against me, the wet silken softness of his skin against my clit, little tremors of pleasure radiating out into my thighs…
WHAP!
“OH,” I cried out, pleasure and pain mixed – but I kept grinding
my pussy against his shaft.
His finger eased out of me, and I whined in disappointment. “Awwww…”
Then the pressure came back, but this time it was doubled in intensity.
Two wet fingers began stroking inside me, pressing against my g-spot.
“OHHHH,” I moaned as the first intense buildup of orgasm started, the tightness, the coiled pressure ready to explode –
WHAP!
“OH!” I cried out, gripping the sheets as his fingers kept caressing my g-spot. My pussy began to flutter and pulse as I ground my clit against his hard shaft –
WHAP!
“OHHH!” I groaned as the first contractions shook me, making my legs tremble. There was the insane pleasure of him massaging deep inside me, and the slick wet pressure of his cock against my clit, and then –
WHAP!
“AAAAHH!” I screamed into the mattress as my orgasm exploded. I felt so dirty, so wrong – but it felt so good, so damn good as he fucked me with his fingers and I got off with his cock and he spanked me hard, harder¸ with his palm flat against my ass –
By the time I finished coming, I was drooling onto the sheet, my eyes half-shut in post-orgasmic bliss.
The spanking stopped… the fingers caressing inside me stopped… and I stopped rubbing myself against his shaft.
Suddenly he growled, “I have to fuck you,” his voice low and dangerous.
My eyes fluttered open.
Oh.
I started to move, but he stopped me with a hand pressed hard on my lower back. “Don’t. Stay there, just the way you are.”
“Okay,” I murmured, my face pressed into the sheets, my ass in the air.
I felt him slide out from under me, and then he kneeled on the mattress behind me.
But before anything else happened, he took both my hands, crossed them behind my lower back, and pinned them there.
“What are you do-ooooo-oh God – ” I gasped as I felt the tip of his cock slip into my pussy. Even when I was sopping wet, he was so big it took a second to deal with the intensity –
He started moving in and out of me, slowly, my hands still pinned behind my back and my face smashed into the bed.
I didn’t know how to feel at first… part of me was like, Let me up!
But another part loved the feeling of being dominated… of being totally controlled… of being at his mercy…
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