Be A Doll: A Carter Manor Novel

by Stephanie Witter

  I put my hand on her thigh, holding it just enough to pass as a possessive grip and the way her chest started to heave told me that it wasn’t unwelcome. It was hard to explain how watching your wife’s reaction to your every touch was a thrill, a pleasure so intense it’d drive a stronger man to great lengths to fuck her until his body gave up and his heart couldn’t take the exercise anymore.

  “No?’’ I leaned closer to her again, bringing my head so damn close that I teased her with my proximity, letting her wonder if I’d kiss her or not. “Does it mean that even when mad at me you still want me?’’

  “Just like you want me when I make you angry,’’ she said back, her eyes daring me to contradict her, but I wouldn’t.

  “Damn right,’’ I whispered against her lips and took her mouth again in a deep kiss, so deep I wanted to possess her, to mark her so she would never forget me or undermine the current charging there. She moaned in my mouth and the sound was a caress to my cock, just like if she had put her hand on my aching dick and gave me a nice hand-job. My hand on her thigh climbed up, and up again to reach under her coat and stop at the juncture of her inner thigh and her pussy so hot it burned my skin. I itched to touch her there, to make her detonate with her clothes still on, but her orgasm, the sounds she made when she came and the look on her face at that moment were mine, and nobody else’s. I didn’t want Lucas to see anything.

  Reluctantly, I pulled my mouth away, but left my hand where it was.

  “We’re… hm,’’ Lucas started, interrupting the moment with discomfort. He cleared his throat then and I stared at him through the interior mirror, finding his stare already on me with an apologetic smile plastered to his face. “We’re in the parking lot, sir.’’

  “Oh my God,’’ Lila muttered and scrambled out of the car without another word, but a mortified look for me before she closed the door and kept her back to the car as she toyed with her scarf in her hands.

  The small laugh that escaped me took me by surprise, but I didn’t smother it. I couldn’t remember the last time I laughed without forcing it and the bubble of light inside my stomach only made my laugh more of a tension relief, a proof of what Lila did to me.

  “I didn’t want to upset Mrs. Grimes,’’ Lucas said once my small laugh stopped and I saw him gripping the stirring wheel tighter as his perfectly shaved cheeks turned red.

  The man was older than me and he had never bat an eye when he had to drive me somewhere to fuck some woman and she had her hands down my pants, but a kiss with my wife made him flush. Then again, he had never seen me react so profoundly to a woman before and the charge going off between Lila and me could only affect other people in our vicinity. It was too strong to be ignored.

  “It’s fine, Lucas. I upset her a lot more.’’ I smirked at him in the interior mirror and I saw the puzzled stare he gave me before he let out a chuckle that sounded as unsettled as the man in the front of the car. “You can go now. I want you to finish early because we’ll need you late tomorrow. There’s a business dinner downtown we need to attend.’’

  “Yes, sir.’’

  I nodded at him and slid over the backseat to open the door where Lila was still standing a few feet away, fidgeting without turning back to face me or the car.

  “Ready for some marital fucking?’’ I asked, walking by her and shooting her the smirk I knew drove her mad, both in annoyance and with desire.

  Her small chin jutted out and she immediately fell into step with me, postponing her embarrassment for another time.

  “What’s the difference to normal fucking?’’

  That word coming from her mouth… Hm… That was something. I licked my lips, trying to find her taste left there, but to no avail. I pressed the button to the elevator and was pleased to see it already there. We stepped inside and I pressed the button to our level.

  “The difference?’’ I turned to face her then and was met with her eyes already on me, contemplating me as if she was trying to excavate some long lost treasure or secret. That damn near did me in. “We’re husband and wife, Lila. It means that we own each other and there are no walls, no limits to our pleasure and what we’re willing to do.’’

  She tilted her head to one side and I watched her hair falling over her shoulders, waving in such a way I craved running my fingers through the strands and grip them while I took her.

  “It’s not marriage that does that.’’

  “What is it then?’’

  “I don’t know. I’m still trying to figure it all out.’’

  LILA

  As soon as we stepped in the apartment, Mathis’ mouth landed on me and blindly led me to the couch. Only when we were both sitting did he stop kissing me, making me mourn the loss of his mouth, his lips, tongue and his teeth.

  I still felt the sting of his bite on my lower lip and my tongue didn’t try to sooth it, I only wanted his taste in my mouth a little longer as I stared at him taking off his tie to throw it somewhere on the floor. The way he looked at me only intensified the zings of pleasure coursing through me, just like every time he touched me or fixed me with that intensity. My whole body buzzed with the need to feel him, my anger forgotten, or at least pushed away for now.

  Only when his eyes fell to my cleavage did I realize that we had discarded our coats on the way to the couch. I had been so lost to Mathis that I didn’t realize when it happened, but the fact remained that I was now only wearing my simple wool sweater and the designer pants molding my thighs. My breathing got faster when his big fingers worked the buttons open of his button-down, revealing more and more of his smooth skin and the muscles barely hidden by his formal attire.

  Once it was hanging from his strong shoulders, his hands went to me, kneeling on the couch to reach each side of me and in one move, he took off my sweater. As soon as it was on the floor, our eyes found each other. In the quiet apartment and with only our labored breathing to break the silence, the intimacy overwhelmed me, but instead of letting it break me from my haze of pleasure, I tugged down Mathis’ button-down and stared at all of the expanse of skin revealed.

  “When you look at me like that I’m ready to lose it,’’ he growled and touched one of my breasts, his big hand a perfect match. I sighed and fought off the inclination to close my eyelids at the sensation of his big, warm palm on my breast still covered by my satin bra. “Touch me, Lila.’’

  With him kneeling on the couch, the only place I thought of touching was the impressive bulge close to my face. With my lip trapped between my teeth and my eyes on his, I cupped him and watched as his nostrils flared. His fingers tightened around my breast and squeezed my hard nipple between two big fingers, coaxing out of my throat a deep moan that screamed what I wanted, what I needed.

  At that sound, he pulled away from my breast and before I protested, he unlatched my bra before returning to my breasts, his eyes now burning my skin there, amplifying the goosebumps already visible.

  Under my fingers, his cock twitched before it grew larger, taunting me to touch him more. I listened to my desire and quickly made work of his belt and pants, pushing everything down to his mid-thighs, watching with female appreciation his big cock springing free in front of me, pointing my way. The tip, engorged, was damp with pre-cum. I didn’t wait or tease him, not when his own hand was doing amazing things to my breasts and our fast breathing mingled. I took a hold of his cock, my hand tightly wrapped around his thick base and moved to his tip. There, I wiped my thumb over the tip before sliding my hand down again.

  “Oh, shit,’’ he growled and jumped from the couch to face me, his pants falling to his ankles. In a quick move he discarded his button-down and just when I made a move to touch his cock standing proudly between us, exactly at the perfect height to put him in my mouth, he tugged on my hand to get me to my feet.

  Dizzy from lust and with my breasts feeling incredibly heavy and sensitive, I faced him as he went back to sit on the couch, legs as spread as they could go with his underwear and slacks h
indering his movements.

  “Ride me, Lila.’’

  He had the ability to steal my breath with just a few well-placed words uttered huskily and this time didn’t disappoint either. Without thinking, my hands unbuttoned my pants, but with my unsteady fingers it took me longer than I would have liked. I toed off my heels as I started to push down my pants and panties at once, shimmying my hips a little under Mathis’ watchful stare. I slowed down my movements then, enjoying the way his eyes, so dark, devoured me without apology. But then, his right hand gripped his shaft and with a firm grip, he started moving his hand up and down, jaw locked and eyes never wavering from me and my naked body as I stood there, pants and panties forgotten on the floor at my feet. His hips moved in time with the motion of his hand on himself. His abs clenched, drawing their edges with harsher lines I had half a mind tracing with my mouth.

  “Come here, Lila. Give me your pussy, little wife,’’ he urged me, voice tight as more pre-cum gathered at the tip of his cock, his grip punishing as he sped up his movements on himself. I pressed my legs together as desire made me wetter by the second.

  “It’s incredibly sexy when you touch yourself,’’ I whispered, taking one step closer to the couch, right in front of him.

  He stopped moving and squeezed the base of his cock, groaning and closing his eyes a second before extending both hands toward me. “If you want to talk dirty, I need to be balls deep inside you because I won’t come until I feel you all around me.’’

  I placed my hands in his, my heart hammering again in my chest as tingles spread all over me until I was a shivering mess, a puddle of wanton want. I placed my knees on each side of his hips and gently pressed down against his hard cock. We both sighed, eyes locked upon feeling each other pressed like that. I easily slid up against his length, I was so drenched I blushed, unless my blush came from when my clit pressed against the base of his cock.

  “Mathis,’’ I sighed his name, my mouth close to his ear as I kept on teasing us both by sliding over his shaft without taking him in. It was torture. It was delicious.

  His hands fell to my hips, forcing me faster and harder, his hips moving with mine in time to give me more pleasure until once again I couldn’t keep quiet and my sighs turned to moans.

  “You’re so damn hot, Lila.’’ He growled in my ear, bit on my earlobe. “Say my name again. Come on. Come on.’’

  “Mathis.’’ I arched above him as pleasure mounted. “Mathis!’’ I would come like that if we kept going. “Stop. I need you inside me.’’

  His fingers bit into my skin before he released me to take his cock in one hand and guided it to where we both truly wanted it. I felt his tip at my entrance, stretching me just a little without entering me.

  We found each other’s eyes then and his smirk appeared, but where it usually was cold or for sole purpose to win an argument and drive someone mad, here it reached his lustful eyes and made the cold man disappear to let me have a peek of a boyish man who enjoyed greatly toying with me by using sex and getting me to lose myself to him.

  “Have your way with me, Lila.’’

  Hands in his thick hair, I slowly lowered myself, letting his thick cock stretch me wider and wider as inch after inch he breached me. I didn’t look away and he didn’t either. He only put his hands back on my hips, shaking as if he was trying his best to not control my movements when everything in him screamed to. That only pushed me furthermore.

  “More,’’ he said through gritted teeth when I stopped before he was fully inside me, the pleasure so intense I clenched around him repeatedly. Sweat already coated his forehead and the line of his frowning brows. “Give me more.’’

  My fingernails raked his skull as I took the rest of him at once, moaning into his mouth as he kissed me harshly, his teeth nipping at my lower lip in appreciation. “You feel so good, Mathis,’’ I whispered between pants, my voice lost to me when only carnal sounds seemed to find their way out.

  “Oh shit, babe.’’ His hands shook harder against my hips. “Move those hips before I take over.’’

  I dropped a hand from his hair to his tight shoulder and moved up, feeling everything, every little thing, as I pulled away, pulling Mathis’ cock almost completely out of me, but when his tip threatened to leave me, I dropped down again, hard and deep, taking him completely with a moan and his name on my lips. My clit brushed against his base, making me tremble more than I already was as zaps of pleasure already went through me so intensely that my thighs already tightened on my husband’s sides, caging him in.

  Mathis’ hands slid down to cup my ass, his fingers biting into my skin without apology. Everything about him told me that he wanted to mark me. Even when he wanted me on top he wouldn’t let me forget his strength and it fed my need, my craving for him, his body, what he made me feel during sex. With that man, everything was blown out of proportion.

  I moved again, up and down, faster and harder, taking him so deep it was teetering on the edge of being painful, but it only made the pleasure that much more intense, that much more illicit and impossible to resist or stop.

  “Your pussy is heaven,’’ Mathis growled, his hips moving with mine, his ass almost leaving the couch as he sped up with me, pushing my impending orgasm to grow faster, to make me tremble and close my eyes when it became too hard to keep them open.

  I threw my head back and arched up, giving him an opportunity to put his mouth on my breasts. When he nipped at my taut nipple, my garbled moan pushed him to keep going, to get a hand in my hair and grip it to guide me into him harder still and faster.

  Sweat made our bodies slide, the sounds we made crude and fueling me more in a haze of lust so intense nothing mattered but chasing my orgasm and making him come so hard he’d be even louder than he already was.

  “That’s good, Lila. Fuck yeah,’’ he said against my breath before finding my mouth for a deep kiss that shared our moans. “It’s so good when you clench my cock like that. You’re close, aren’t you?’’

  “Ye… yes,’’ I panted, clenching around him again and again as I moved harder. I was so close my whole body vibrated and the muscles in my stomach started to tense. “Mathis!’’

  “Look at me,’’ he growled, his hand in my hair tugging to get my attention on him.

  When I opened my eyes, I saw his cheeks flushed under his stubble, his nostrils flared and a wild look in his eyes that made me want him more if that was possible. I was at a point I didn’t feel close enough when his cock was deep inside me, so deep and hard I knew I’d feel him there long after we came. My fingers raked through his hair again and my other hand gripped his strong shoulder tighter, my nails probably doing some damage to his skin, but I couldn’t stop myself. It didn’t seem to bother him.

  He took my mouth in another deep kiss when my nails glided over his sweaty skin as we kept on moving, my thrusts turning more wild as my orgasm mounted some more. My heart was beating so hard and fast in my chest it seemed as if my whole ribcage trembled with each of the beats. And my blood was a liquid fire igniting my whole being.

  My forehead against his after breaking the kiss, I came. My whole body shook so much against him, moving up and down in a broken rhythm as my moans turned to his name yelled in the quiet apartment, I only managed to keep going with the pressure of Mathis’ hands on me, urging me on, chasing his own orgasm with my name uttered reverently in a deep growl that made my toes curl to the point of pain.

  “Lila, Lila, Lila.’’ My name followed the rhythm of our thrusts, of the flutters of my walls all around his cock as it flared inside of me. “I’m coming!’’ His hands in my hair and on my ass tightened, pushing me into him so hard my clit bumped into him and I moaned again as another wave of pleasure wiped me out to leave me spent on top of him, my head in the crook of his neck, my lips parted to let out my panting breath against his sweaty skin.

  I felt him coming inside me, so deep and hard I couldn’t miss the shaking from his big body and the groans that left his mout
h, coming from his chest so close to my ear. Finally, my pussy unclenched from around his cock and we both sighed at the same time. Even that we shared together.

  His hands relaxed on me and the one in my hair started petting me slowly while the one on my ass moved up and down my damp back. We were both still trembling and it only made that moment more special.

  I couldn’t place my finger on why or what felt different, but it was. It reverberated inside of me, filling me with something foreign, a feeling of completion and safety I had a hard time believing in. But that wasn’t all. My whole heart seemed to beat differently in my chest as if seeking another one and I knew, I just knew that this time I couldn’t ignore the fact that my husband had found a way into it.

  I trailed my fingers over his heaving chest. The pad of my fingers slid easily with the sweat coating his smooth skin and each bulge of muscle I drew made me feel like for the first time I was getting to know Mathis Grimes.

  Sex, fucking, was one thing. You didn’t have to know someone to get off and get them to come too. If you were a skilled lover, reading your bed partner’s body wasn’t difficult, but somehow, what just happened on the couch felt different.

  I shouldn’t entertain that train of thought, the fact remained that my mind went there.

  It had felt like making love.

  My chest squeezed at the thought because while love wasn’t a part of this marriage, I truly cared for this difficult man. I remembered what Sylvie had said almost a week ago on the wedding day, right before I took Mathis’ last name and became the new Mrs. Grimes. She said that Mathis made it difficult to love him, but that he wasn’t the man he broadcast. She had been right on one account; he wasn’t the man he wanted people to see, but the part where he was difficult to love? I was afraid she had been wrong.

  I pushed my head deeper into the crook of his neck, hiding myself from the realization that things were changing again and I was powerless to stop anything from happening.