Bittersweet Surrender

by Q. B. Tyler

  Charley, focus, no hickeys, are you insane? Do you want to get caught?

  “Will,” I whine hoping I can break him from this possessive trance, “not my neck.”

  “I need to know that you’re mine. I need to see it on you.” His voice is hoarse and almost pained as he drags his lips down my neck.

  My hands, which should be pushing against his chest to move him away from my neck, drop to his belt. I unbuckle it, sending his pants to the floor. I waste no time reaching inside of his briefs and finding what I’m looking for. I squeeze and he bites down on my neck in response. I yelp and squeeze harder causing him to hiss. “Charley!”

  “I’m yours. You can bite me anywhere that isn’t visible.” I grab his jaw making his eyes lock with mine. “Weren’t you just talking about not playing with fire?”

  “We both are. This is going to go down in flames, Charlotte. You know that, right?”

  His lips are on mine again, biting, kissing, licking. I manage to pull apart for a second. “Don’t say that!” I growl before his lips find mine again. I push against his chest hard, angry, at his implication that we are going to get caught. He loses his balance with his pants still around his ankles, and falls backward, taking me with him as we go through his polished wooden coffee table.

  “Shit!” I exclaim. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I—” My words are silenced by him rolling me over and onto my back.

  “Quiet,” he grits out. Within seconds, his pants are off and he’s sliding his cock through my sex, lubricating his shaft with the juices from my dripping pussy. “You are always so fucking wet. Fuck, Charlotte.” He continues to rub his dick against my clit, pushing me closer and closer to the edge without any penetration at all. My clit pulses every time he drags his cock across it and I whimper in response. The tiny nub is getting harder and more sensitive with every brush against me and it makes me blind with lust. Just when I feel myself about to shatter, he stops his assault on the sensitive bundle of nerves and slides his dick inside of me allowing me to feel every ridge of his cock. He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder and I moan when he hits the spot that only he can find.

  “Oh my God, Will,” I moan, from both the pleasure he’s inflicting and the slight rug burn starting to form on my back as I rub against the carpet.

  “Tell me how good it feels.”

  “It feels amazing.” I drag my nails down his chest so hard they leave a trail. “If you’re going to mark me, I want to do the same.”

  “You’ve already marked me.” The words hit me as hard as the orgasm that’s been building since I walked into this office.

  “Fuck,” I whimper. “I’m going to come.” My eyes flutter shut, the anticipation of my orgasm disallowing me from keeping them open.

  “I know, Charley. Give me what I need, baby.” I feel the explosion start at the base of my spine and rip through me, shooting out of every extremity. I grip his biceps as he continues to thrust, drawing every ounce of energy out of me through my orgasm. “That’s it, you’re so beautiful when you come.”

  I squeeze my eyes shut as the aftershocks roll through me. I’m vaguely aware of him saying that he’s going to come when I hear my name. “Charley!” he barks.

  “Wh—what!?” I say, my eyes flying open.

  “I’m about to come,” he says through gritted teeth. “In or out.”

  “What—you always?” My eyes widen when I realize why he’s asking. He’s not wearing a condom…and just that quick I feel another orgasm brewing. “Kiss me,” I say.

  “What?”

  “Put my leg down and kiss me. Now,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck. He does as I ask and I lock my legs behind him, effectively trapping him inside of me and giving him my answer. He continues to thrust slowly, as his lips move with mine.

  “Charley,” he whispers as I feel him nearing his finish. I drag my right hand between us and between his legs. “Shit,” he groans knowing what my objective is. “Do it. Touch me, baby. You always know how to make me come,” he says as he begins to pick up the pace, fucking me relentlessly. “I. Need. You. So. Much,” he grunts out with each thrust. “You. Are. Mine.” He stares deep into my eyes. I see pure lust lurking behind his piercing gaze but there’s something else as well that I can’t quite name. I look away in an attempt to gather my scrambled thoughts, so overwhelmed by the intensity behind his blue orbs. I squeeze his balls gently and it causes the man on top of me to explode. “FUCK!” he roars. “Look at me, baby.”

  Halfway through his orgasm he pulls out of me and the remainder of his cum shoots onto my sex. My eyes pop open and I look down feeling the warm fluids coat my skin. I watch his hands mixing our juices through my sex and I’m so enthralled by the scene unfolding before me that I don’t even notice his eyes on me, watching me, studying me. I finally meet his eyes when his index finger, coated with the mixture of our orgasms, comes toward my mouth.

  “Suck.”

  I open my mouth and suck his digit as if it was his cock. “I am going to lick your pussy clean now,” he tells me. “So, you don’t have to sit through this session, panty-less with my cum inside of you.”

  “We aren’t going to shower?” I raise an eyebrow. We don’t every time, but this is definitely one of those times where it will be necessary.

  “I don’t want you to. I want you to smell like me.” I open my mouth to argue that it’s a terrible plan when his lips wrap around my nipple, which are always hypersensitive right after I have an orgasm; a fact that I’ve discovered only recently due to Will’s complete exploration of my body. There isn’t a part of me that hasn’t been touched, kissed, licked or fucked. He bites down gently before he begins to suckle harder. He lets it go with a pop before moving to the other one briefly.

  “Do you want to be on top?” he asks and I immediately know what he wants. I nod enthusiastically, before I move out of the way for him to take my place. He’s barely on his back before he grabs my hips to straddle his face, opening me up to him completely and submerging his face in my pussy. His tongue is inside of me instantly and it’s so deep it’s like he’s trying to climb inside of me. I reach down to grab his dick, when he grabs my hips, holding me in place.

  “But…” I whimper, wanting to take him in my mouth.

  “Wait,” I hear him growl, his fingers beginning a torturous assault on my clit as his tongue fucks me as if it were his cock, swirling his tongue around my channel. “Fuck, we taste good together.”

  I hear him slurping and sucking the elixir of our lovemaking out of me, and when I look down at him through my legs, I see the mixture of our cum sliding down his neck. I squeeze my eyes shut trying to ingrain the sexy image into my brain forever.

  “Will,” I moan. Finally, his tongue finds my clit that is still tingling in response to my earlier orgasm. It only takes a few swipes across the engorged flesh before I’m coming.

  “Oh my God!” My eyes squeeze shut as the force of my orgasm takes over. “Right fucking there, I’m there. Fuck, Will!”

  I struggle to keep myself upright, my hips pushing back against his face as my hands fall to his torso for balance. I ride out the rest of my orgasm against his mouth as he cleans every ounce of cum out of me. His dick twitches in response to my orgasm and it makes me smile thinking that me coming prompts such a sexy physiological reaction out of him. I want his dick, so I try to move out of his tight hold.

  “Will,” I whine. “Let me,” I say, giggling.

  He gives my left ass cheek a hard bite before I feel a slap on the right. “Go for it, baby. It’s yours.”

  I move down his chest rubbing my wet core across his torso before turning around to look at him. He sits up on his elbows to watch me, as always. His cock, painfully hard and waiting for me, is still glistening with my juices and I clench at the taboo feeling of cleaning myself off on him. My eyes lock with his as I move my hand to the base of his cock and run my tongue up his shaft.

  “You taste like me,” I say with a wicked smirk. His
lustful eyes watch me carefully as my lips wrap around his cock. I take him to the back of my throat before I pull back slightly, grazing my teeth slightly over his hard ridges. I repeat the steps over and over until he begins to pulsate in my hand. My other hand massages the balls holding the cum that is ready to explode down my throat. His hand grips my hair as he thrusts upwards to meet my mouth.

  “Jesus Christ, Charley. Nobody’s ever sucked my dick like you.”

  I pull back knowing he’s seconds from coming and look him square in the eye. “And nobody besides me ever will again.” I put his cock back in my mouth and suck hard. I know that this is one of those moments fueled by the forbidden lust coursing through us. I’m not so naive to believe that he’ll never have a sexual encounter with another woman. I’m married to another man, and Will and I can’t keep doing this forever.

  Eventually, this will end and he’ll move on. I wince at the thought.

  “Fuck,” he growls as his cum shoots down my throat fast. “Just you. Only you, baby,” I hear him say and I know it’s just because he’s in the moment but his words send me on a head trip. Only me?

  We’re on his couch, the same couch that Matt and I will be sitting on for our session in an hour and a half. Will’s head rests in my naked lap, as I stroke his hair.

  “I can’t believe we broke your table. I’m sorry,” I say looking at the destruction.

  “Don’t worry about it,” he chuckles.

  “I’ll pay for it.”

  “You certainly will not, Charlotte. It’s fine.” He moves to sit up and looks me over. “Are you okay though? We went down kind of hard.”

  “Yeah, you broke my fall,” I giggle. “Let me see your back.”

  “Charley, I’m fine.”

  “Let me see anyway.” He turns around and there’s a few scratches, from my nails and possibly from the table. “I don’t see any splinters or anything,” I kiss his shoulder and rest my head against his back with a sigh. I look at my watch and see the minute hand has moved more than I thought since the last time I looked.

  “Time is moving so fast,” I say softly. “I need more time.” Tears rush to my eyes.

  “Shhh,” he soothes me. “Don’t cry, come here.” He pulls me into his lap and kisses me gently. “Was all of that okay? I know I was kind of rough with you.”

  “I loved it,” I say, the tears forgotten. “I want to do that again.” I look at his table. “Maybe without the wreckage?”

  He smiles. “Deal.” He glances down at my center and my eyes widen, wondering if he wants to go again as I take in the slick skin between us. “I’m sorry I didn’t use a condom. That was a dick move.”

  “Yes, it was,” I give him a cheeky grin. “But I didn’t stop you.” I run my hands through his hair. “I mean we aren’t sleeping with other people…maybe we can forego the condoms. Since I’m on the pill.”

  “The pill isn’t one hundred percent effective.” He raises an eyebrow at me.

  “Yes, thank you, Dr. Obvious, I’m aware.” He pinches my side in response to my sarcasm.

  I’m quiet for a moment before I realize that I need to get all of my thoughts out now. “Is this conversation necessary? I mean…was this the end?”

  He furrows his brow. “No, Charley, it wasn’t.”

  Relief floods me instantly. “You can’t say things like that. You can’t tell me it’s over unless it’s over,” I whisper. “I knew you didn’t mean it, but it hurt.”

  “I shouldn’t have said that.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I go back and forth between wanting to do the right thing and letting you go and being selfish and keeping you.”

  “I don’t want you to let me go. Please keep me,” I whisper and try to ignore the desperation I can hear in my voice.

  “For how long?”

  I shrug my shoulders. “Forever?”

  “But like this? No, Charley. I’m not doing this forever.” I’m silent and feel his hands cupping my cheeks. “Earlier, you said that I’d changed…you…is that true?” I swallow and nod, words failing me, and I feel his hands wipe my tears before I even realize that I’m crying. “God, Charley. We’re not just playing with fire, we’re right in the middle of an inferno.”

  * * *

  AFTER A SHOWER, A THOROUGH wipe-down of his office, and cleaning up the mess from the destroyed coffee table we have about twenty minutes to spare.

  “How are you going to explain the table?” I ask as I let the towel fall to the ground. I’d already saturated my body with my Prada body lotion so as not to smell like the sweat, saliva, and cum of William Montgomery.

  Will’s eyes roam my body before he moves toward me. “What did you ask?” he says, his eyes roaming salaciously over my body.

  “Focus!” I giggle. “The table? What are you going to say?”

  “If you want me to focus, you should put some clothes on,” he retorts as he pushes me against the door. “I’ll just say it was time for a new one.” His mouth finds my neck.

  “Stop, there’s no time. And I can’t believe you ripped my bra and my panties. You’re lucky I can get away with going braless in this dress and I brought a jacket.”

  “Oh,” he says before he moves through his office and pulls something out of his closet. “I got you something.” He shoots me a sly smile.

  My eyebrows cinch together as he brings the Neiman Marcus bag closer and closer. “What is that?”

  “Open it.” I peek inside and smile when I see the familiar boxes inside. I pull it out of the bag and smile at him. “Is that why you ripped my bra?”

  He winks at me before I open it to reveal the most gorgeous assortment of bras I’ve ever seen. There are four of them in the box, intricately wrapped in the usual tissue, all my favorite style in various colors. Including the one he just ripped. My favorite. He bought me these?

  He starts to walk away toward the bathroom. “The other box has the underwear.”

  “Wait!” I call after him. He turns to look at me and I’m in his arms instantly. “Thank you,” I say, kissing him several times all over his face. “Thank you, thank you. This is so thoughtful.”

  “Well, I figured it’s the least I could do if I plan to keep ripping them off of you,” he says. I’m still naked and in his arms, and time is running out so I step away quickly, in the attempt to cool my heated skin.

  “We don’t have a ton of time, but do you want to put it on me?”

  He looks at me and then at the bag and chuckles. “You’re trying to kill me,” he says. He stands behind me as we both stare at them. “Which one?”

  “Mmmm, what do you think?”

  “That one,” he says pointing to a sheer lace, light-pink bra. “And the panties that match.”

  “Okay.” I turn around and hand them to him and he narrows his eyes at me.

  “I’m going to get you back for this.” He gets on one knee and slides the underwear up my legs around my hips and runs his index finger between the crack of my ass as he adjusts that part of the tiny thong. He puts the bra on me and shoots me a smile. “Turn around.” I obey and feel him clasp it behind me. “All done,” he says before placing a kiss on my shoulder.

  I spin back around and grab my dress, pulling it on over my head. “Thank you, but I don’t think I have time to go put this in the car though. Will you hold onto it for me?”

  “Of course.”

  “Rub the panties over your cock before you give them back to me,” I tell him and I’m rewarded with a panty-dropping grin.

  “You got it.”

  I’m heading toward the door when an idea hits me. “Will.”

  “Charley,” he says as he puts his glasses back on and I have to resist the urge to pounce on him again. I should start asking him to leave them on during sex. The visual sends a shiver through me.

  “Matt will be out of town this weekend.”

  “Charley…”

  “What? Are we just never going to be together out there?” I say pointing toward the door to
the outside world. “Don’t you want to fuck me on a bed?”

  He rubs a hand over his jaw. “I’ll think about it. You’re not going with him?”

  “I typically don’t, no. Sometimes if Matt wants me to meet a potential client, I’ll tag along. But if it’s just meetings and all that bullshit? No. If there’s one thing worse than being a bored housewife, it’s being a bored housewife trapped in a hotel. I mean if it’s New York or Dallas or somewhere in Florida, it’s not so bad. But I’m pretty sure Matthew is going to, like, bumblefuck, Oklahoma, or something.” I put up a hand. “I’m good.”

  “Oh, so that’s the only reason you don’t want to go?” He narrows his eyes at me.

  “Maybe I want to stay here with my boyfriend.” I shrug and immediately I regret it. Shit, maybe I shouldn’t have said that.

  “Boyfriend?” he asks and I feel the blood rush to my cheeks.

  “I mean—I didn’t mean—” I trip over my words, as I wonder how he feels about my sudden use of that title. He moves toward me and pulls me to his chest before kissing me deeply. When he pulls away, I’m out of breath.

  “Boyfriend.” He nods. “I like it. So, this weekend—”

  He’s interrupted by a beep blaring through the room. “Dr. Montgomery, Mr. Wells has just entered the lobby downstairs.”

  My eyes widen and I look at him. He strolls to his desk and presses the button for the intercom. “Thank you, Vanessa,” he says before he lets the button go, his eyes never leaving mine.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?!” My heart begins to race. My breath comes in short spurts as I try to steady myself.

  Vanessa knows.

  What if she tells Matt?

  “Right, because you really believed Vanessa didn’t know.” Will rolls his eyes before shooting me a look. “Excuse me if I don’t like surprises. Now go. Call me later?”

  I look toward the door, knowing what’s awaiting me on the other side—judgment. But he’s right, it’s better if she knows. Besides, she’s probably being compensated heavily for keeping this secret. “Yes.” I blow him a kiss and then I’m gone.