DivineWeekend

by Francesca St. Claire

  Jesus, he was fast becoming addicted. He couldn’t keep his hands off her. He couldn’t get enough of her no matter how many times they fucked, and it had been quite a few since bringing her home two nights ago. The initial one-night stand had turned into a divine weekend of the most mind-blowing sex marathon of his life, and he wasn’t nearly finished with her yet. No way was he going to let her go while this fire still raged inside him.

  Contrary to his hopes for a dull, not-too-clever woman to satisfy his horny body, Julia had turned out to be witty and fun. A delight to be with. She was the full package, and the crazy thing was, in spite of his resistance, he’d never fallen so fast for anyone before.

  Julia clung to him and moaned—a sexy little purr that vibrated in her throat. He became instantly hard with renewed hunger for her. “You make me feel eighteen again.” He felt rejuvenated, alive, less cynical and so very horny.

  She closed her hand over the bulge in his pajama pants and grinned. “You feel eighteen to me.” She slid her hand under the elastic waistband and held his hard rod triumphantly in her firm grip. Licking her lips in anticipation, Julia watched it pulse and thicken in her hand. “Shall we put it to the test?”

  His heart sped up at her words. “You certainly know how to stroke a man’s ego.”

  She giggled. “Are you sure you mean ego?”

  He chuckled, pulling her in for a long, deep kiss. Her body melted almost instantly in his embrace. He took his time exploring her with his mouth and hands. When he finally released her they were both panting. “About that test…”

  Julia beamed and the effect of her dazzling smile went right to his groin. Her cheeks were a little flushed and her bright eyes mirrored the heated desire pulsing through him. Her voice, all seduction and sexiness, stunned him when she said, “What are your sexy fantasies, Ben?”

  “Fantasies?” he managed to ask evenly, although blood was pounding in his veins, filling his cock.

  To give her credit, she did not cower when her already flushed skin turned bright red. “You know, tying up, teacher-student, threesome…” She shrugged. “Dirty sex.”

  Holy fuck! This woman was perfect. He’d had a feeling she’d be receptive to taking a darker turn in her sex life but she had really surprised him by taking the first step. What a turn-on. He could hardly contain his enthusiasm. It was not like his mind was frequently occupied with sexual ideas, but he had a few he’d love to try with Julia if she’d let him, and it appeared she would. Where to start? He wouldn’t want to scare her with demands that might make her feel uncomfortable but, damn, if he wasn’t burning up already.

  “I’d like to watch you masturbate.”

  Her eyes widened with excitement. “You want a show? Some home entertainment?” she teased, a little smile playing at the corners of her lips. “What would you have me do, Ben?” she asked, her eyes steady on his.

  Jesus, where to start? Strip! Yeah, strip would be good—watching her shapely, naked body was something he would never tire of. “Strip first.”

  She leaned in and nipped at his lower lip. “Your wishes are my command, sailor.” Stepping back, she turned, then looked back over her shoulder. “Have a seat.” With a wink she moved toward the dining room table.

  He did as he was told and braced himself for the home show she’d promised. It was going to take a lot of effort to just sit and watch when his cock was already begging for action, but he sure was up for the challenge. He looked down at the tent in his pajama pants and sighed, then looked up as Julia reached for the buttons of the men’s pajama top she was wearing and with steady fingers began to free them one by one from their holes. Halfway down she stopped and eased one shoulder free, displaying smooth, alabaster skin that contrasted with the dark fabric. “Relax, Ben, enjoy the view.”

  He did enjoy the view of her long, bare legs and her round shoulder. And when she shook her thick, gold hair and tilted her head with a teasing look, Ben sighed deeply and sank farther into his seat. She was killing him, but he was a man to endure life’s hardships. Or so he hoped.

  Julia opened a couple more buttons, showing the swell of a perfectly round breast. Her eyes locked with his as she licked her lips and glided her fingers through her hair. The movement pushed her tits up, exposing them to his full view. He swore, his dick twitching in his pants. Hot damn, she was good at this! She’d probably done it before. Numerous times, even. The thought of Julia with other men made him seethe, the image momentarily working against his high. Stupid, considering he was no virgin, but he couldn’t help feeling jealous of her past. He brushed his hand over his bearded chin and neck to calm himself down.

  “What’s wrong?”

  She’d stopped, her hands clasping the front of the pajama top, her watchful gaze on him.

  He shook his head. Idiot! He had managed to emit negative vibes that he had no business feeling, threatening to ruin his and her moods. “Nothing is wrong. Please carry on.”

  “Sure?”

  Detecting the uncertainty in her voice, he wanted to kick himself for throwing doubt where none should be. He nodded. “Positive.”

  She finished unbuttoning her top but kept it on. Cupping her luscious breasts, she held them high as her fingers tweaked the engorged nipples. Her head fell back, revealing the heartbeat in her throat. His cock quivered and he gave it a couple of soothing squeezes.

  “You too,” she demanded, her pleading eyes a contrast to her brave words.

  Ben did not hesitate. Loosening the drawstring of his pajama bottom with one hand, he dove inside his pants with the other, releasing his cock.

  Her lips opened slightly and her breath sped up. The sight of his hand firmly gripping his straining length was obviously as much of a turn-on to her as the sight of her semi-naked body and the prospect of her masturbating in front of him was to him.

  She rested against the table, one hand caressing her breast, the other playing over her blonde mound with her long fingers and painted nails. Ben’s balls clenched with need, but he gripped his base to stop himself from coming too soon. The tip of one long finger disappeared inside her folds and her eyelids drooped shut. He couldn’t take his eyes off her hand, circling inside her sweet cleft, but he wanted to see more.

  “Lie down,” he demanded, and at the sound of his voice she opened her eyes. “Please. I want to see your fingers play.”

  Silently she obeyed. Leaning back on her elbows, her feet flat on the table, Julia opened her legs wide, exposing her pussy to his full view.

  “Oh God,” Ben growled as he twisted his crown, smoothing the pre-cum over it.

  He lifted his lips with a smile. Her snatch was beautiful—pink and nicely proportioned with neat, trimmed hair framing it.

  His hand glided over his slicked flesh. “Fu-uck!” He was going to make himself come before the show began. Down boy, down!

  Their gazes met and held, then she leaned flat on her back, presenting him with the sight of her lower body and the peaks of her breasts. Jesus! Ben stood, freed his legs of his pajama pants and approached the table, the need to be close and touch her quickening his steps.

  Using her index and middle fingers, she rubbed and stroked her clit in a circular motion. His thighs shook and his balls clenched with need. Watching her pleasuring herself, hearing her gasps and moans as her fingers moved so precisely over her swollen flesh, was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. Ben knew he would want to be inside her the moment she came, so he slowed his touch to keep himself from spilling his seed too soon.

  Her lips, firm and full, parted. Her eyes clenched tightly, moisture covering her full breasts and puckered nipples. Sliding a finger inside her gleaming wet sheath, Julia smeared the juice over her hard nub in a well-rehearsed motion that almost brought him to his knees. Needing to touch her, he pressed a hand to her leg. She moaned deeply. A stream of pre-cum ran down his cock but he ignored it, focusing on her agile fingers as they worked her plump clit.

  A string of high-pitched cries annou
nced her impending orgasm. He stepped up his strokes, concentrating on the head, his gaze frantically switching from her face to her hand. Toes curled up, Julia bucked her hips forward and came with a growl that filled the silent room. Her thighs still quivering from the mega orgasm that had ripped through her, she opened her eyes and stared at him.

  “I need to be inside you. Now.”

  She smiled weakly and made an attempt to get up but Ben stopped her with a firm hand to her stomach. “Right here.” She blinked as surprise flickered across her beautiful blue gaze. Letting go of his dick, he slid his hands under her knees and tugged her to the edge of the table. Then he retrieved a condom from the front pocket of the pajama top she was wearing and rolled it over his hard dick. Her legs immediately circled his waist. Reaching a hand under her ass, he pushed his throbbing dick inside her.

  “Oh God.” He groaned, his head falling back.

  She was so tight and wet, and his need to thrust hard and deep so fierce, he had to take a moment before he could trust himself to move. When he did, he pushed in slow, his hardened length gliding through her smooth, warm cocoon in a snug fit that felt better than anything he’d experienced in a very long time. Ever. “You feel amazing. So tight.”

  She clenched her inner muscles and he gasped. “You’re going to make me come.”

  “Isn’t that the idea?”

  Sure was, but he didn’t want to come just yet. “Yes. In a minute,” he groaned as he pulled nearly out, teasing her nerve endings.

  She raised her hips, and closing her fingers on his arms, she took more of him. “Ben!”

  He couldn’t deny anymore what they both desperately wanted. He chortled and slid back in. “Better?”

  “Harder,” she begged, her breath heightening. “Please.”

  The sight of her beautiful face so close to another orgasm, her pale skin all flushed and warm, quivering with the strength of her need, was too hard to resist. He thrust harder, sinking all the way to the hilt. She whimpered and pressed closer against him, her hands now clutching his ass, and he felt himself swelling as he had never done before. “Fuck!”

  “Yes. Oh God, yes.” She sobbed as he pumped harder, faster, tension building to levels he didn’t think he could sustain.

  His vision began to blur just as he lost control. A low groan escaped his lips as cum exploded in jerky spurts while he hung motionless above her. A couple more thrusts, a moan and a groan and he came, shuddering and hissing ’til the last drop was wrung out of him.

  Chapter Three

  Eight weeks later…

  Summer was over—the patio furniture had been put away and barbecue dinners replaced by pizzas in front of a fire. Autumn had moved right in and with it the wintry weather. Reasonably warm in black tights and a light-gray thermo, a beanie and gloves, Julia threw a suspicious glance at the dark clouds. It wouldn’t be long before it began pouring.

  “Come on, Fred,” she urged, running faster just as the first drops of rain hit her face.

  The brief assessment of the weather had convinced her that if she was to stay dry she’d better go to Ben’s. His house was just around the corner and she happened to have the key he’d given her to check his mail, and air out the place while he was away in L.A. on business.

  It had only been three days since he’d left but she missed him already. The last eight weeks had been a dream. After their first night together many others had followed, and before she knew it they were practically living together. Julia smiled, recalling his determination to remain single when they’d first met. He’d fought the attraction but had been helpless against her allure, wit and beauty, he’d admitted one morning after they’d made love. She was so in love with him she didn’t think she could love him any more, but she did when he opened up and showed his vulnerability.

  Ben had a body that turned her on like no one ever had, and he was soooo good in bed, but it was his quick mind that fascinated her most. They quibbled over ideas and opinions—mostly about the play—but she admired him immensely and had complete trust in him. She sighed and picked up the pace.

  Having arrived at Ben’s, she made a quick run to the back porch located just behind the kitchen. She waited for Fred to shake himself off before entering the house and deactivating the alarm. She’d been there barely a minute when the phone started to ring. The electric jolt of desire at the sound of Ben’s deep voice on the tape shook her to the core. Even from a distance of three thousand miles he still had the power to seduce her. She shook her head, amused, and reached for a glass in the cupboard.

  “Ben, where are you? You said you’d be here yesterday and I haven’t heard from you. Your cell phone is turned off and your agent won’t take my calls!” the female voice whined. “Honey, we must talk,” she said, her tone becoming intimate. “Ben, we can’t throw away ten years of marriage, you know I still love you.” A deep sigh. “Call me.”

  At the sound of the beep Julia snapped out of her frozen trance, her heart shattering as her hopes and dreams for a future with Ben began to collapse.

  Ben was married. Ben had been married for ten years. Ten years! And for two months she had been clueless. How could he have been so deceitful? How could she have been so gullible? The magnitude of his betrayal hit her hard. She gripped the kitchen counter. He was someone else’s husband. That made her the other woman. Her legs caved in and she dropped to the floor weeping as her heart shattered into a million pieces.

  * * * * *

  Ben sat on the plane in a state of anxiety he hadn’t experienced in a long time, if ever. How he wished the week was over and he was traveling back east to Julia. He closed his eyes at the strong tug he felt in his chest as he recalled her that morning—her hair all mussed from the pillow, eyes heavy with sleep, and her sexy mouth ready for their first kiss of the day. He couldn’t help smiling remembering their parting. That had been some send-off!

  Sex between them was hot. Red hot, in fact, and everything about her turned him on. He could get high on her scent, taste, walk and even on the way she talked—damn sexy when she role-played the teacher-student in the bedroom…

  His cock swollen, he shifted in his seat. Jesus, he really had it bad!

  A quick glance at the older woman sitting alongside reassured him that she hadn’t noticed his hard-on. That was a relief, but he’d better stop this train of thought before he embarrassed himself. He shifted his gaze to the window, and damn if the shape of those white puffy clouds didn’t remind him of Julia’s prize-winning breasts! He felt like a teenager in lust. Yes, he had to admit he was obsessed with her body but he admired her mind too, and that’s what made her so unique to him.

  For years he’d believed true love wasn’t for him—not surprising, he was too cynical to believe in fairy tales. Besides, he’d traveled the world, lived in a town full of good-looking women, had met a few really interesting and intelligent ones along the way, but had never found love. True love. Then out of the blue, in a place where he least expected—come on, Mystic, seriously? Bam! Head over heels!

  And he couldn’t be happier.

  Hence his trip to L.A.—not on business as he’d told Julia, but to end his marriage to Lindsay. Despite living apart for the best part of eight years and not having felt married to her for a very long time, it was time he ended his travesty of a marriage. He owed it to Julia. He owed it to them.

  But he wasn’t exactly looking forward to their meeting—he was almost sure there would be tears and pleas. All an act. A list of her demands lay in his briefcase together with his private investigator’s report. She hadn’t exactly been a nun in the last eight years, though she now claimed she still loved him. He should have ended their marriage a long time ago, but he hadn’t bothered to fight her in court as he had no intention to get married ever again.

  His face closed up. Would she deny him the divorce again? He had the means to force her to agree, but he’d rather not use it. He’d try to settle out of court and hoped she’d be reasonable. He didn’t car
e about the house or any monies he’d have to part with. All he wanted was his name back so he could give it to Julia.

  What? Marry Julia?

  He waited for the delayed reaction to this outraged thought, but to his surprise he felt nothing but elation. Incredible, unimaginable a couple of months ago, but he had to admit he liked the thought of being married to Julia. He liked it a lot, and he couldn’t wait to tell her that. His face broke into a wide grin. Yes, he most definitely needed to settle things quickly with Lindsay.

  * * * * *

  Ben showed up at her door looking quite sexy in all black duds and a dark close-trimmed beard. The desire to throw herself in his arms was so fierce she swayed a little and might have fallen if he hadn’t grabbed her arm and steadied her. Sanity restored, she jumped back as if struck by lightning.

  “Don’t touch me. Don’t you ever touch me again,” Julia spat angrily.

  “What’s wrong?” he demanded forcefully.

  Her eyes widened, she couldn’t believe he had the nerve to ask, or to show up at her door as if nothing was amiss. “You’re a married man. That’s what’s wrong!” she said, overwhelmed with the urge to slap his face.

  He looked over her shoulder and then back at her. “Do you think we could have this conversation inside?”

  She breathed heavily. “No. We’re not having a conversation in or out…or ever! We are done here,” she stated firmly, starting to close the door.

  Ben loomed over her, powerful and ruthless and ready to do battle. He stepped forward, stopping her from shutting the door in his face. Keeping his gaze locked with hers, he clasped his long, strong fingers on her wrist and pushed the door wide open with his other hand.

  “We’re not done. Certainly not done talking, so stop acting crazy. Now get in or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and do it myself.”

  She blinked in shock. He wasn’t going to deny being married or apologize for his deceit. Instead, he was using his physical strength to subdue her. Next he might try to convince her to forget he was someone else’s husband. She glared at him. “You wouldn’t da—” She stopped at the narrowing of his eyes and reared back when he let go of her wrist, but before she could escape Ben grabbed her by the waist and threw her over his shoulder. Aroused by his commanding behavior, she hid the shivers racing up her spine with the pounding of her fists on his back as he kicked the door shut and walked across the living room.