SOMETHING SO SERIES

by Madison, Natasha

  Grasping my jacket on the way out, I make my way to the hospital. “Good morning,” I tell Mallory when I arrive and walk into the lounge and take off my jacket. Grabbing my lab coat, I make my way out.

  The morning drags by; it’s a slow day, which is perfectly fine with me. I do my rounds and then read a couple of charts when my phone rings and I look down and see it’s Allison.

  “Hello,” I say and then lean back in the chair.

  “Hey, you,” she says. “I haven’t heard from you in forever.”

  I roll my eyes and laugh. “I spoke to you two days ago.”

  “Which is forever ago, so what’s new?”

  “What did you hear?” I ask her, laughing.

  “Me?” she shrieks. “I heard nothing.”

  I laugh. “What are your plans Saturday night? Want to come over?” she asks.

  “I think I have plans.” I try to play it cool, and she just laughs.

  “Yeah, you must have plans all right.”

  “What are you getting at?” I ask her, looking around to make sure no one is around.

  “Michael is having a sleepover on Saturday night. Jack is coming over.”

  “Oh, really.” I feign surprise. “That’s nice.”

  “Oh, cut the crap, missy. You are going to have your own sleepover, aren’t you?”

  “Maybe,” I say finally. “I may have been told to pack a bag.”

  “Pack a bag?” she shrieks. “You need to show up naked with no bag or clothes.”

  I laugh out loud. “I’m going to the hockey game before, and I think there is a law about showing up in public naked. Not to mention my lady bits might get frozen.”

  “Okay, fine, but you don’t need a bag. You need some kick-ass lingerie,” she says and then tells me to hold on. I close the file and hear her come back on the phone again. “I’m back. And I brought reinforcements,” she says. “Vivi, say hi.”

  “Oh, Jesus,” I say under my breath.

  “You rang,” she says, laughing.

  “Denise is having a sleepover on Saturday, and he told her to pack a bag.”

  “Pack a bag?” Vivienne says. “Of toys or condoms?”

  “Oh, for the love of god,” I say while Allison laughs.

  “I told her to forget the bag and show up naked,” Allison says, and Vivienne hums.

  “She has the right idea,” Vivienne says. “What lingerie are we looking at?”

  “I have no idea. I have to check my drawer.”

  “Oh, Cherie,” Vivienne says, “with a man like Zack, you need something a little bit classy, a little bit sassy, and a lot slutty.”

  “We should go shopping,” Allison says, and Vivienne agrees.

  “How is tomorrow?” she asks, and Allison answers, “I’m free.”

  “So am I,” I say, knowing if I don’t, she is going to get me anyway.

  “Oh, this is going to be so much fun,” Vivienne says. “We should visit that sex shop that just opened.”

  “Vivienne, no sex shops. Not after last time,” Allison says, and Vivienne groans.

  “Fine,” she says, and we make plans to meet tomorrow afternoon. I put it in my phone when a text pops up from Zack.

  Will you join us for dinner?

  I smile, looking down at it, and answer.

  Yes.

  I finish my day, and Zack and Jack are waiting for me when I walk out the door. Both with big smiles, both wearing the same Stingers beanie.

  “Well, hello, handsome,” I say to Jack, kissing his cheek as he smiles. “And Handsome’s dad,” I say, kissing Zack’s cheek.

  We get into the car, and he makes his way to his house. We eat dinner again, just the three of us. Jack and I set the table; it’s kind of our routine now. And later that night, after he’s peeled my shirt off and I’m about to pull my hair out with need, he pulls away.

  “Two days,” he says when I finally put my sweater back on. I have little bites now on my side and under my breast, yet he has stayed fully dressed.

  “Two days,” I tell him. “Then I won’t be the only one naked.” He pulls me up and laughs with me. “I’m not kidding, Zack. I want you naked.”

  “Why do I suddenly feel like a piece of meat?” He laughs at me, grabbing me and pulling me onto his lap.

  “I’ve never really had this,” I tell him, settling in his arms.

  “What is this?” he asks, leaning in and kissing my neck.

  “Someone I wanted to come home to, someone to share a meal with.” My hand goes to his face as I trace his jaw. “Someone who makes me laugh.”

  “I don’t think I’ve been this comfortable in my skin before,” he finally says, taking a piece of my hair in his hands like Jack does and twirls it. “It’s just easy.”

  “What?” I ask him.

  “Being with you is easy. I don’t have to jump through hoops, I don’t have to buy you gifts every second so you’re happy, and I don’t have to be someone I’m not so other people don’t talk.”

  “Never,” I whisper. “I will never ever make you less of a man than you are.” I lean in and kiss him softly on his lips. “You’re one of a kind.”

  “Well, it’s kind of easy,” he says, and we sit on the couch making out until it’s time for my Uber to take me home.

  Two days later, I’m finally walking into the arena, wearing the tightest jeans I’ve ever owned in my life thanks to Vivienne. I don’t even think I can breathe in these, with a black V-neck loose shirt over the corset lingerie they had me buy yesterday. I keep the jacket closed securely because there isn’t much to the corset. And the shirt is almost see-through. I watch the game with Karrie in the lodge and then plan to meet Zack by his truck. I don’t even pay attention to the game; the only thing I can focus on is Zack. My eyes follow him the whole game.

  He’s the first one out, and when he sees me, he unlocks the door. He doesn’t say anything to me until we get out of the parking garage. “This hiding thing is tough,” he says, looking over at me.

  “Did anyone ask you questions?” I ask him, and he just shakes his head.

  “No, but I sat there in the middle of the room and wondered if anyone would look at me and say you’re going to have sex with Max’s sister tonight.”

  “Trust me, no one is thinking of you or me,” I tell him, leaning over as he pulls into a parking spot. I open the door, and he walks around to greet me by grabbing my hand.

  “Where is your bag?” he asks, and I just shrug my shoulders.

  “I figured I’d be naked the whole time.” He doesn’t walk gently across the street; he runs, and I laugh the whole way with him, and for the first time in my life, I can’t wait for what is to come.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Zack

  My heart is beating so fast I feel like it will pop right out of my chest, and when I saw her standing by the truck, it all became so real. I made it home in record time, remaining quiet in the truck for fear I’d sound like an idiot.

  My heart is pounding; my hands are clammy. “Where is your bag?” I ask her when I walk around the truck. She shrugs her shoulders.

  “I figured I’d be naked the whole time,” she says, and I snap. Whatever little strength I had to go slow with her was gone. I practically drag her across the street, and all I hear is the clicking of her shoes on the pavement. I open the door and slam it with her on it. I attack her lips first, and she meets me head-on while my tongue duels with hers. My hand goes to her hair, gripping it with my fingers.

  Her hands go to my chest and then up again when she slips my jacket off my shoulders. My hands do the same thing to her, tossing her jacket to the side and stopping to look at her. “What are you wearing?” I ask her, turning on the light now and seeing what is in front of me. “Holy fuck.”

  I take her in. Her hair messy from my hands, her chest heaving. But my eyes are on her top, falling loose and showing me the lace under it. “It’s a corset,” she says, pushing herself from the door. She pulls the top over her head,
and I see it clearly now.

  Her tits are pushed up and covered in lace with a flower decal exactly where her pink nipples are. “It’s more than a corset; it’s a bodysuit of sort.” She unsnaps the button on her jeans. I watch her hand pull the zipper down as she shimmies her hips to push her jeans off her hips. My mouth waters, taking her in. Her stomach is covered with a lace netting all the way to her pussy, and that is just covered in sheer black. Not hiding anything. She kicks her shoes and her pants off.

  I unbutton the cuffs, tossing my cufflinks on the table, one then the other, and the whole time, our eyes just watch each other. I kick off my shoes, pulling the shirt from my pants and unbuttoning each button. Her cheeks turn a slight pink as she watches me. I stand here in front of her with my shirt unbuttoned and ask her for the last time. “Is this what you want?” She nods her head, looking at me. “Say the words, baby.”

  “Yes,” she says softly. Walking to me, she pushes open my shirt and her hands go to my bare chest. My stomach goes in when I feel her cold hand on me. “So many times, yes.”

  I grab her and pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist and her arms around my neck as she buries her face in it. I shut off the light and walk with her up the stairs to my bed. She pulls back from my neck and looks at me, one arm staying around my neck as the other hand palms my face. “I’ve never been this excited and scared before.”

  “I won’t hurt you,” I tell her. “Not now, not ever,” I whisper the last part.

  “I know,” she says and kisses me softly. The hunger is still there but the softness makes it so much more than just a kiss.

  I hit the bed with my legs, and she unwraps her legs from my waist, putting her knees on the bed. Her face comes up to my chest, and she leans in and kisses my chest. I feel her hands roam up my legs to the button of my pants, and she unsnaps the button, and the sound of the zipper going down echoes. The pants fall to the floor, and I step out of them and then shrug my shirt off. I’m standing in front of her in just my boxers. “Oh my,” she says as I push her hair over her shoulder. She looks up at me, and I see the erratic way her chest is moving.

  Her hands go to my hips, and slowly, using the forefinger of each hand, she goes under the waistband of my boxers. She pulls the boxers over my hard cock, pushing them down over my hips. “Um.” She looks at it, licking her lips. “This is going to be so much fun. I’ve been dying to see it since I felt it in my palm,” she says, and I laugh. This woman has me, and she has no idea just how much. She leans in and licks the precum that was on the top, and I’m closing my eyes, leaning my head back and groaning at the heat of her tongue. I don’t have time to take it all in because her mouth has now swallowed my cock.

  She moans a little as she takes me deeper and deeper down her throat. “Fuck,” I hiss out, pushing the hair away from her face so I can see her take my cock in her mouth. My hands go to her tits, pinching her nipples through the lace. The vibration of her moan makes me thrust my hips a little as she takes more of my cock.

  I push the lace away, and her tits spring free. Her nipples call to me, so I push her away before I shoot my cum down her throat. “Lie back and spread your legs for me.”

  She gets on her back, her knees up and closed at the knees. “Spread,” I tell her, and she slowly moves her legs to the sides. She watches me put one knee on the bed and then the other, getting closer to her. “All night on the ice, I kept thinking of this moment right here,” I tell her, taking my hand and tracing her pussy with one finger, the wetness on her bodysuit coming out onto my finger. “Actually, the last week I’ve wanted to bury my face in you. Make you come on my tongue, on my finger. On my cock.” She closes her eyes and moans, lifting her hips to reach out to my touch. “Not so fast. I want to enjoy this,” I tell her and lean down, throwing her legs over my shoulders when my mouth dives in, and I lick her pussy through the mesh. Her hand goes to my head as she drags her fingers through my hair. I move the material over, finally getting my taste of her as my tongue slips into her. We both moan, and I move my tongue up as it circles her clit before I suck it in my mouth at the same time as I finger her. Her pussy squeezes me as I nibble on her clit while my fingers fuck her. I knew it would be mind-blowing; her hips thrust up at the same time as I slip another finger in her. “Zack,” she says as I suck her in my mouth again. “I’m going to come,” she says, and I know she’s right there because my fingers are swallowed up by her. I thrust my fingers three more times while she lets out her own long moan as she comes all over my fingers and my tongue. I let her ride it out till the end.

  “I need to get a condom,” I tell her, turning to get off the bed when her hand stops me.

  “I haven’t had sex in over two years,” she tells me, “or maybe three.” And I just look at her. “I’m on the pill.”

  “I’m clean,” I tell her. “After I found ...” I don’t want to bring her name into this; she isn’t going to taint this. “I got checked. Anyway, I’m clean.”

  I look at her lying in the middle of my bed, that corset thing under her tits while her pussy glistens from my mouth and her cum. “I would never do that to you.”

  “I know,” Denise says, getting up on her elbows and putting her hand in the middle of her legs to unsnap the bottom of the one piece. She crosses her arms over and peels it over her head as she sits up.

  “Come here,” she says, and I move to her, fisting my hard cock, and I swear I’ve never been harder. She pushes me down on the bed and puts her leg over me as she straddles me.

  “Are you okay?” I ask her, making sure that she is okay with this, okay with me. She nods, leaning down on me and kissing me while she grabs my cock in her hand. I slowly roll her over to her back, not sure of myself. So I kiss her a bit longer till I can’t wait anymore.

  She moves my hand away. “I was never comfortable to be the one pinned down, but I want to feel you all over me, all around me. I want to put you in me,” she tells me as I lean forward on one arm, looking down at her pussy as she takes my cock and wets it by running it up and down and then slowly places it at her entrance. I lean down and kiss her softly, my tongue twirling with her while I push myself in her. All the way to the end. She moans, and I don’t move. I let her get used to me.

  When she moves her hips up, I start moving my own hips, and my mouth goes to her as she kisses my neck. Her legs move back a touch, making me slide into her deeper, and our pants fill the silence in the room. I look into her eyes while I finally lose the last bit of restraint I have and pound into her. “Oh, yeah.” She wraps her legs around my hips as I bury my face in her neck, her arms going around my neck as I pound into her with deep thrusts.

  Her hips are in my hands as I feel my balls start to tighten, knowing I’m going to come, but I won’t do it without her. I slide one hand between us and touch her clit, her pussy quivering as soon as I do that. “That’s it,” I tell her. “Come with me.”

  I know I’m going to blow. I lean up and look at her, one hand going to my cheek when she leans up and kisses me. She moans her release in my mouth, and I close my eyes and let go with her.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Denise

  I feel soft kisses, or at least, I think I do. My body is spent, and I wish I was kidding. I feel like a cooked noodle, relaxed and dead. I’m lying on my stomach with one arm tucked under me while the other one is over the top of the pillow.

  I don’t even think I could move my hand up if I wanted to. A moan comes from beside me as I feel it again. Yup, definitely kisses. I moan, and I feel hands grab my hips and lift me a bit.

  “Hmmm,” I say out loud as I feel him slide into me. He groans as he fucks me from behind. I’ve lost count of how many times we woke up searching for each other. I’ve lost track of the times his fingers brought me to the brink of pleasure. I’ve lost track of the times I’ve cried out to god.

  “Zack,” I say, gripping my pillow now with both hands.

  “I,” he says, “can’t get,” slamming into m
e, “enough of you.”

  I don’t think I could come anymore, and then he slams into me a bit harder, and I’m wrong. I’m so, so wrong because I come while he slams into me one final time, planting himself all the way in and coming himself.

  He collapses on the side of me, bringing me with him. “No more,” I say, panting.

  “I woke up, and well, you wiggled next to me,” he says, and I open one eye at him.

  “You mean I was breathing?” I ask him.

  “No”—he shakes his head—“I was hugging you and then you just moved your hips, and I just thought ...”

  “That I wanted you again?” I laugh while he rolls over and puts his hand over my stomach.

  “Go away,” I tell him.

  “I should have said the same thing when I woke up and you were riding me.” He laughs as he gets up off the bed, walking to the bathroom.

  “Your cock was up.” I raise my head. “And you didn’t exactly shove me off.”

  I hear him laughing as he comes back to the bed with a wet cloth for me.

  “I’ll never shove you off.” He kisses my lips, and my phone rings.

  “Shit,” I say, getting out of bed and running down the stairs for my purse at the door. “It’s my brother,” I yell at him as he watches me naked from the top of the stairs.

  “Hey,” I say, answering the phone.

  “Hey there,” he says. “What are you up to?” he asks me, and I look around to see if maybe there is a camera.

  “Nothing, just reading the paper,” I say, walking up the stairs. “Why?”

  “Nothing,” he says. “Jack is still here, and Zack has to pick him up and Allison thought maybe you could get a ride with him and come for a late lunch.”

  “Oh.” I look up at Zack. “Have you asked Zack if he minds picking me up?”