by Pamela Ann
I wondered what awaited me at home. Would we talk and I could apologize for my horrid behavior or would we continue to ignore each other? I hated this. I shouldn’t have spoken out… or maybe I shouldn’t have doubted him to begin with. After all, he had been right; it was me he had chosen to marry.
Sighing, I strode over to the sink to wash up when I suddenly felt my vision blur and everything spun around me. Gripping the end of the sink, I closed my eyes and tried to breathe deeply.
“Fuck, I shouldn’t have skipped dinner,” I muttered. My stomach didn’t have much in it since lunch had only consisted of a few forkfuls of greens. The dizzy spell was just a sign that I needed to start taking care of myself. Thinking that this could be something serious was absurd, I tried to soothe myself.
Prying my eyes open slowly, I waited for the dizzying wave, but it never came. Calming myself down, I finished cleaning up.
Masie had leftovers in the fridge, so I went to get them then sat myself down with a chilled bottle of water and forced myself to eat. After my quick meal, I left work and headed straight to our house in Malibu.
My townhouse in Santa Monica was still around. Deep down, it was still my home, and when Drake had suggested that I sell it, I’d immediately rebuked his idea. I knew we shared his house as our marital home, but I loved my place. Besides, as much as I loved Drake’s house, nothing there was mine. My house was where I felt safe and nothing beat that smell of home, so once in a blue moon, whenever I got a chance, I went there to take breaks in between work.
My feelings of sadness washed over me the moment I stepped into our home. Drake wasn’t there; his car wasn’t there.
Skull, Drake’s other love of his life, was there to greet me, however. I slowly picked him up, cradling his fluffy body in my arms while I let him lick me on the lips. “Miss me that much, huh?” I kissed him back, laughing. “I missed you, too, buddy.” Scratching the back of his head, he panted like mad on my face. “Where’s daddy?” I whispered to him while my mind worried. Where was he?
I wanted to call him, demand to know where he was, but I knew that he needed space. He’d come to me when he was ready to talk. So I would wait, despite the fact that I hated waiting on eggshells. I knew I deserved his cold shoulder, though.
With heavy legs and Skull in my arms, I went upstairs, needing a hot bath. Hopefully it would be enough to soothe my tired muscles and my over-imaginative brain.
Pouring a hefty amount of lavender in the bath, I gently placed the dog on the plush mat while I took care of my clothing, dumping it in the laundry bin.
I felt out of sorts; miserable and downright sad. Glancing over at the sleeping Skull, my heart squeezed at the very sight of him. I hoped this mini tiff I’d had with Drake wouldn’t be a big deal. My insecurities, like most people, were normal. I had made a mishap in letting that all out, and it had culminated in my husband being nowhere in sight.
Soaking in the hot, steaming bath for an hour almost revived my poor spirit. After drying myself with a towel, I pulled my robe out of the closet and swiftly wrapped the tie around my body.
“Fuck it,” I whispered, reaching for my phone as I strode towards the bedroom, about to dial Drake’s number. I was halted in my tracks when I saw him sitting on the bed… with a tray perched next to him.
His hair was all over the place and his tie was loosely hanging around his neck. I had never seen this roguish sexiness in him, and God, I needed to apologize to him immediately.
“I was about to call you.”
His lips pressed together before he raked a hand over his hair, mussing it again in a different direction. “I don’t like fighting with you, Lily,” he sounded depleted, tired. “This is killing me, baby.”
Fuck, I had been such a dumb idiot. Seriously. My feelings were irrelevant. The expression on his face and his words made me realize what was more important, and that was to keep us both happy.
Striding over towards him, I knelt before him, hugging his hips as I pressed my cheek against his shirt. “I’m so sorry. This is killing me, too.”
“Lil, I don’t ever want you to hide your feelings from me.” He stroked my hair gently, his hands taking my pain away. “You can talk to me—about anything—but please, no more of this cheating crap. It’s never going to fucking happen, so don’t count on it.”
“Thank you for being so kind and patient.” I expected him to come home and raise hell, yet instead, I had received the opposite. I got an understanding man, ready to forgive his hysterical wife.
Slowly pulling away from his body, I glanced towards the tray next to him. “Brownies and milk,” I stated, amused.
He finally smirked, bringing those amazing gray eyes to me, shining with love. “I was worried whether you had eaten at all, so I brought comfort food.” He pulled me up with his strong, large hands, placing me on his lap. “I don’t ever want to go to sleep angry with you. I don’t want our fights to ruin our tomorrow.” He touched my cheek, brushing it with his finger. “Promise me we’ll try to fix our problems as soon as possible. Promise me that we won’t ever go to sleep with hate in our hearts towards each other.”
I nodded and then gave a chaste kiss on his lips. “I promise. Again, I’m so sorry, babe.”
“Good.” He took a glass of milk and handed it to me. “I hope you’re hungry.”
I so was, without a doubt in my mind; my appetite had returned with gusto. “Always,” I murmured as I took a napkin and placed a brownie on it then took a scrumptious bite. “You’re the best husband ever.”
“I try.” He laughed while helping himself with a serving.
A good night? It sure was.
Footloose
A few nights later it was Nick’s, Masie’s boyfriend, birthday bash. We were going to have dinner then head out to go salsa dancing.
I was doing my make-up, watching Drake get ready from the mirror while I ogled his nice, round, tight ass. “You’re not shaving?” I asked, referring to the shadow that was growing on the sides of his face.
“Nah.” He shook his head. “You don’t mind it, do you?” He glanced towards me, giving me a nice full frontal of his assets.
Damn the man… but was I ever tempted… “You need to put some clothes on, Drake.”
“Why are you blushing?” he taunted, raising his brow.
Because he was too much of everything. “I can’t concentrate—let alone think—when you’re naked.” I loved his body. I loved watching him move. I loved everything about him. It was as simple as that.
“Oh, come on, you enjoyed this body last night.” He came over towards me, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror while he nipped on my ear. “I want to bend you over, spank you and spread your cheeks while I drill my cock into you.”
Holy. Smokes. “You’re crazy, we don’t have time for kinky stuff.”
“Come on, be spontaneous tonight.” He was slowly humping my ass while his fingers found their way into my robe, stroking my clit.
“Drake!” What I had intended to be my warning voice came out as a moan. “Stop… Masie and Nick are waiting.” The night before, he had taken me three times. Where in the world did he get his fuel from? He was indubitably insatiable.
“I need you…” he growled into my ear. “So. Fucking. Bad.”
If we had sex right then, I would be too tired to function afterwards. Usually I passed out without a care in the world a minute after our lovemaking. As much as I would love to continue our gluttonous need for each other, I knew I couldn’t handle him without being at risk of overexertion.
I needed to bargain. “How about I make you a deal?”
Our eyes snapped onto each other in the mirror.
“I’m listening.” He nudged my back, not failing to indicate how aroused he was.
I bit into my lip, holding back another moan. “How about I blow you in exchange?”
He stilled. I definitely had his attention now. Giving oral to him only occasionally happened, once in a blue moon, so my offeri
ng that deal to him only meant that I was serious about going out tonight. Besides, I knew we needed pure, clean fun with our friends. We needed to remind ourselves why we loved being together again, like how it had been before.
He breathed into my neck, teeth grazing on my tender skin. “I would fucking love that,” he said before biting into my flesh.
I screamed, sagging against him. The wetness in between my thighs thickened, and when I felt his fingers in between my folds, I parted my legs further, letting those persistent fingers probe into me as deep as they could go.
“Drake,” I groaned, needing him and yet hating how little power I had when it came to rejecting his advances.
“Are you going to be a good, little wife tonight, baby?” he asked while his fingers found my sweet spot, driving me wild with passion.
Jesus. “Yes.” My body slightly shook, knowing my orgasm was close behind.
“You’re going to suck my dick?” He groaned like an animal.
I whimpered, needing my release that instant, but he was holding out.
“Promise you’ll milk it good?” he went on.
“Yes. Anything you like,” I begged, not caring about anything. He could’ve told me the sky was purple and I wouldn’t have argued with him.
“That’s right; you’re fucking mine.” He smacked my pussy.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
I screamed as I held on to him while his ministrations brought me to Heaven and back.
“Ride the wave, baby,” he cooed into my ear. “God, you look so fucking hot and sexy. I love the way you look when you come… it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Smiling like a person on drugs, I met his gaze, feeling my heart burst full of love. “You’re turn.”
He roughly spanked my ass, making me dive forward into the bathroom counter before his fingers, dug into the flesh of my cheek. “Not here… in the car.”
I paused, confused. “You want me to…” I trailed off, frowning. “While you’re driving?”
He nodded.
“Hell no!” I protested. “We could get arrested for that!” The cops would certainly arrest us for indecency. I could just imagine how embarrassing that would be.
“Why are you so uptight anyway? You’re no fun tonight.” He pulled a mock sad-face, pretended to be upset.
Something about his easy demeanor tonight made me want to please him; make him happy. “All right,” I conceded. “But if we get arrested, you’re taking me for a second honeymoon.”
“Deal.” He winked at me.
***
The drive to get to the dinner venue was a memorable one. Even with a loosened seatbelt, I wasn’t sure how the heck I had accomplished the task from start to finish. What baffled me more was how Drake had managed to drive without crashing into anything. The guy surely knew how to multi-task even during orgasm. Talented? Yes, he truly was.
Our closeness during dinner was all the proof I needed in order to feel that Drake and I were back on track. He tended to touch me all the time—a brush on my cheek, his hand on my back, massaging it once in awhile, planting kisses on the back of my hand—anything to make me feel connected with him. Even though we were both engaged in different conversations, he was letting me know that he was still thinking of me.
All was well… until we went dancing.
He was persistent in warming his butt on the chair most of the night and refused to dance with me because he didn’t what to embarrass himself, so I took up another dance partner. Since Masie and Nick were dancing the night away, I didn’t decline Jose’s offer when he asked nicely.
Jose was gay, but the less flamboyant kind. He was heavily muscled, dressed to the nines and accented himself with a lot of gold jewelry; he looked like the metro-sexual type. He was the kind of guy that you wouldn’t guess was gay straightaway until you heard him talk.
It was about one in the morning when we all parted ways and Drake hadn’t said a word to me after I took Jose’s invitation to dance.
With no music to mask the silence, I kept rehashing the events that led him to be that way. “Did I do something wrong? I didn’t embarrass you, did I?” I knew I wasn’t the greatest dancer, yet I sort of knew how to dance salsa. Besides, all I had wanted was to be merry anyway.
When he didn’t responded, I reached out to touch his arm that was gripping the wheel, needing him to listen to me. “Drake, tell me what’s wrong.”
“You let a guy touch you, rub his body against you. Do you know how difficult it was to watch you while I couldn’t do anything because I didn’t want to cause a scene?” he said through gritted teeth, as serious as ever.
A bubble of laughter shrieked out of me. “You’re kidding, right?” I looked at him, hoping he was joking. “Jose’s gay. I’m sure you knew that!”
He still wasn’t looking at me. “I don’t give a fuck if he was a fucking priest! He was a guy with a dick.”
Shocked, I stared at him without knowing what to say. “You’re insane! He’s gay!” I said loudly. “Meaning he’s attracted to men, not women. What the hell, Drake!”
He shrugged, completely ignoring me.
So I ignored him, hoping he’d grow up once we got home. I couldn’t believe the crap that came out of him. What in the world was going on in his head? I mean, if a lesbian asked him to dance, I wouldn’t even bat an eyelash. It was all in the name of good fun. Come on now. Besides, what kind of man would be jealous of a gay man anyway? I didn’t understand him at all.
The second he parked the car in the garage, I immediately got out, slamming the car door before I gave him a slashing look. “You’re being ridiculous,” I muttered, annoyed at his childishness.
He slammed the door as well, following behind me as I opened the garage door that led towards the hall inside the house. “It’s how I feel, so fucking sue me.”
I kept on walking before I gave him a quick glance, huffing.
“Okay—fuck it! I’m jealous all right?” He tugged on my arm, caging me in between his hands, body and eyes that were too keen for my liking. “You think it’s funny, crazy even… but it’s me, Lil,” he grunted. “I’m a selfish guy. I just want you to myself. I don’t care if the person was a woman, a lesbian or gay for that matter… I just want you to myself.” He searched my eyes. “Is that so hard to understand?”
Yes, it was certainly difficult to understand. He sure was a different breed. “There’s no need for that, Drake.”
“I know.” He kissed my cheek and then the other before he kissed my nose. “But I can’t help how I feel. I just love you too much.”
My annoyance vanished in a flash, replaced with abundant joy and happiness. How could I be angry at him when all he ever did was love me? I couldn’t hold that against him.
“You are quite possessive, aren’t you?” I finally smiled up at him, cradling his cheek. I watched as he closed his eyes and pressed his cheek into my palm, loving the feel of me.
“You have no idea…” His other hand reached out in between my thighs, caressing my sensitive skin. “This skirt should be burned… I don’t think I can see you dancing with short skirts anymore, or I will not be liable if I hurt someone.”
I gasped when he forcefully tugged at my short, black silk skirt, ripping it apart. “Shit—that’s new!”
“I need you.” His finger reached inside the mesh garter of my underwear before trailing it all the way to my pussy where he wrenched the panties from my body, leaving me open for his animalistic advances.
If there was a need to protest, to argue my way out, my brain had simply shut down on me, leaving me with nothing except my entranced body.
With ravenous gaze, I watched as he pulled his pants and boxers down, springing his manhood free, poking it against my belly.
“Turn around, palms on the side of your head, hold your legs together, push your ass out and rest your head against the wall,” he commanded as he spun me around, spanking my ass ch
eek.
I yelped, muttering how absurd he was as I slightly parted my legs. Before I even caught my breath, he smacked me on the same spot.
“Don’t open your legs.”
“Damn you!” I hissed, pulling my legs shut.
His breath was on my shoulder while his hand massaged the spot where he had smacked me twice. “Close your eyes, baby. Trust me; I’ll make it good for you.”
Well… as long as there was that, I would always participate with partial obedience.
Smirking, I closed my eyes with the wall cool against my cheek, readying for his touch.
Biting my bottom lip, I felt him spread my ass apart before I felt the warm wetness of his tongue, toying with my back entrance. In all of our adventurous sexual activities, he had never fully paid attention to this part of my anatomy. His lascivious tongue then glided lower, travelling towards my vaginal hole before circling it around my clit. Using his teeth, he slightly grazed it, sending electrifying jolts all over my body.
My fingers curled on the wall, loving his ministrations. When his tongue inched around my pussy entrance, the curling sensation in my lower belly started to tighten, heightening my senses. Just when I thought my release was close behind, he immediately pulled out, exchanging his tongue for his shaft, capsizing me with its powerful dominance.
My arms gave out. As much as I tried to pull myself off the wall, his strength was too much. He was basically fucking me into the wall, and the only thing I could think and feel was his dick. It ruled me beyond control.
When I came, it seemed like waves crashed about, the church bells rung and the opera singer was belting out a tune. I felt owned. I felt loved. I felt alive.
So even though I came, I felt too exhausted to do anything. Drake on the other hand was coming to a close. His cock expanded, paralyzing me for a moment while I felt it all happen inside me. He groaned my name, as if he was angry and in awe at the same time, as he sprayed his seed inside.
