by Piper Stone
“Good.” He slipped his finger just inside her asshole as he licked across the seam of her mouth. “I want you good and wet for me. I need you to ride me hard, fuck me like you really want me.”
The words weren’t David, not the man she’d known since her early twenties. Shivering, she pushed her ass back, forcing his finger deeper inside. A single flash of pain forced a moan.
“Tight. Maybe I’ll fuck you in your ass tonight.”
Shannon panted, digging her fingers into his arm. Why tonight? Desperation?
Tilting his head, he continued to thrust in and out slowly as he studied her face. “Mmm.” He withdrew his fingers and patted her ass. Slowly lifting the gown, he licked around her mouth. “We certainly don’t need this in the way.”
She laughed nervously, her nipples growing hard.
Within a few seconds, he’d removed the crimson silk, pitching the material across the room. Taking a step back, he gazed down the length of her body before sliding the flats of both hands down her neck to her chest. “Beautiful and so sexy.”
Shannon hadn’t felt beautiful in a long time. Swallowing hard, she had to fight to keep from covering her body. She looked away, a myriad of emotions racing through her mind.
“Don’t look away.” Pinching her nipples in between his fingers, he lowered his head, licking her earlobe.
“Oh…” She tugged at his shirt, yanking the cotton from his jeans and running her hand under, caressing the building heat. His back was muscular, the feel of his skin luxurious. For many years, they would lay together in bed or on the couch, stroking each other’s bodies and kissing, their hunger for each other never sated.
“I love your touch. I’ve missed it.” As David tweaked her nipples, a husky growl eased from his lips and he slid his hand between her legs. “So wet.”
Her lower lip quivering, Shannon swallowed hard as she inched her fingers into the waistband of his jeans.
“I can tell you want me. Don’t you?” Swirling the tip of his finger around her clit, he licked down the length of her neck, his breath skipping across her skin.
“Mmm.” Unable to resist him, she moved one hand from his chest to his groin, stroking his crotch. He was hard as a rock.
“Don’t you?”
She heard a demanding tone in his voice as excitement surged through her. He was usually so passive in bed. This was a treat, a very sinful taste of passion she’d been denied for so long. “Yes.”
“Say it. Tell me how much you want me,” David insisted.
Squeezing her hand around his cock, she purred. “Does that tell you how much I want you?”
“I said, tell me!”
The tone was harsh, unforgiving. She kept her hand in place, but shifted back to look at his face. He was sweating. She could see the beads glistening in the shimmering light. “I want you.”
“How much?” The timbre of David’s voice was filled with an edge.
Dear God, she was on fire. “I want to fuck you hard, ride your thick cock until you erupt deep inside of me.” The words were hollow, but he didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he kissed her lips and took a step back. She watched as he stripped off his clothes, his eyes never leaving her. She remained silent, watching the show impassively, rubbing her fingertips up and down her neck. What was he trying to prove to her? Shannon was horny, her pussy clenching. So many questions remained in her mind. Still, she wanted to enjoy this, needed to feel alive and special.
When he was fully undressed, he beckoned to her with a single finger. “Come baby and suck me.”
“What?” It wasn’t that she hated oral sex, but they almost never bothered.
“You heard me. Drop to your knees, and suck my fat cock. I want you to take every inch of me in that hot mouth of yours.”
Shuddering, she couldn’t lie to herself about how much the words turned her on. Her heart racing, she dropped to her knees and crawled toward him.
“That’s it. Come to me. Show me how much you want me.”
Easing between his legs, she gazed up at him as he nodded over and over again. She placed both hands on his calves and was delighted when he trembled.
“Yes... love your touch. Mmm.”
Leaning over, Shannon pressed a series of kisses back and forth on each leg as she kneaded his muscles, moving up an inch at a time. Purring, she followed her kisses with a trail of licks as she continued caressing his skin.
Moaning, David jutted his hips forward, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock. “God, baby, suck me. Been so damn long.”
She refused to give in so easily, licking and nipping his skin as she continued her trail up his legs. When his very hard cock involuntarily brushed against her lips, she cooed. “Are you really horny?”
“You know what I want. Don’t tease me. Just suck me. Come on, baby. I’m dying here.”
How many months, a full year, in fact, had she waited to hear him say how much he longed for her to do anything, share intimacy with him? No matter what the reason, she wanted him so badly she was breathless. “Dying, huh?” Darting out her tongue, she then dragged the tip across his sensitive slit, allowing her hot breath to cascade down around the head of his cock.
He moaned and tipped his head back, placing one hand on top of her head.
The grip tightened, and she licked down the side of his shaft as she pumped the base. God, she loved that he was throbbing in her hand. Inhaling the sweet scent of his testosterone and sex, her hunger came as a surprise. There was something exciting about the control she felt as she sucked his cock. Whether the power was real or imaginary, she was startled at how much she was enjoying her place between his legs.
“That’s it. Suck my balls. Suck them.”
His tone alone sent her pussy into a series of quivers. Taking first one ball, then the other into her mouth, she savored each, swirling her tongue and clenching until he moaned, his legs shaking. “Yes. Mmm.”
Gazing up at him, Shannon ran the tips of her nails up and down the length of his shaft. Relinquishing her mouth’s hold on his balls, she licked up the underside of his shaft, taking his cockhead into her mouth.
“Fuck! Baby, yes.” David was panting, his fingers intertwining in her hair.
The tug was hard enough to remind her of her task. Moaning, she used her jaw muscles to suck him, holding his dick just inside her mouth for a full minute as her fingers brushed up and down his shaft in a lazy motion.
“Mmm… bad. You’re so bad.”
Relaxing her throat, she eased him down an inch at a time, but was unable to reach the base. How long had it been since she’d taken his cock all the way to his balls? She tensed, a gagging sensation making her eyes water. She was determined to do this, not to give him any additional reasons to keep from making love again. Ever. The more she struggled to relax, the tenser she became, and she knew he was growing frustrated.
“Stop. Just stop. It’s okay.” David’s voice was soft, his words gentle.
Shannon was mortified. She tried again, this time the gagging sounds floating between them.
“Baby, stop. I need to be inside your sweet pussy anyway.”
The very word anyway troubled her, a reminder she was failing at yet something else. She continued to lick, her lower body shaking from anger, at herself more than anything. Why couldn’t she even manage to properly suck a cock? Why?
David pushed her shoulder, breaking the connection and leaning over. Brushing his fingers across her cheek, he allowed a slow breath to cascade across her face. “I said, I want to fuck you.”
“Yes, but…”
“No buts.” With a heated look, he gripped Shannon under her arms, pulling her into a standing position.
She pummeled his chest. “No!”
“Tiger. I said yes.” Taking a single stride backward, he flopped onto the bed, landing on his back as he pulled her down on top, forcing her to straddle his waist. “I will have you my way.” Gripping her hips, he held her just over his cock.
; “David!” Pressing her hands hard against his chest she panted, her desire building uncontrollably. She loved this side of him so much she could barely focus.
“Wet and hot and tight. That’s my girl.” A mischievous smile crossing his face, he slid her hips forward and backward, the movement brushing her pussy lips across the tip of his shaft.
“God…” Tilting her head back she moaned, her fingers clawing into his chest. She didn’t care if she created marks, delicious reminders of their passion.
Shifting her forward, he narrowed his eyes. “Mine.” Thrusting her down, he impaled her with the entire length of his cock. He grunted as he ground his pelvis into hers.
“Oh, I…” Her pussy muscles clenched immediately around the thick invasion, and for a few seconds, she could hear nothing but the ragged thumping of her heart. Arching her back, the move allowed the ends of her long hair to rest against his legs.
Cupping both breasts, he thrust his hips up. “Ride me.”
“Mmm.” Very slowly, she brought her head down until their lips were touching. Shannon placed her hands on either side of his arms and cooed, darting her tongue out just once.
“God, you’re such a tease.” David kept his hands on her hips.
As she nipped his lower lip, she rose onto her knees until just the tip of his cock was inside. She could smell the wafting scent of her cunt and his raging desire. For a few seconds, she enjoyed merely watching his face, the way his eyes darted back and forth.
“You’re killing me. Baby, just fuck me.”
“Impatient.”
“Wicked.”
“Yes,” she agreed under her breath as she dropped all the way down on his shaft, her pussy screaming with pleasure. “Mmm. I…” Every part of her body tingling, she sucked in her breath and began to move up and down, each action slow and methodical, pushing his cock deep into her cunt.
“Tight and wet. I love it.” Groaning, he arched his back, using his muscles to meet every thrust, jutting his hips upward.
She dragged her feet up under her knees, garnering more momentum, and as she kept their lips touching, she began to ride him hard and wild. The sound of their skin slapping together was so exciting, powerful. “Oh yeah. Fuck, yes.” She realized she was grunting like a wild woman, and for a few seconds, she was simply another person, watching the hard fucking like a vivid Technicolor movie.
“Yes! Ride me, bitch. Ride me.”
Hard and dirty talk only fueled her inner wanton slut. The sounds of the creaking bed matched the insanity of their growls and moans, and she closed her eyes, daydreaming about every fantasy she’d had in the last few months. This moment was nothing short of ecstasy.
David kept his hold on her thigh, pumping her up and down on his shaft, the sounds of his breathing growing more savage with each hard thrust.
Harder and faster she rode him, every part of her body tingling, and for a few minutes, they were locked into a vacuum of intense pleasure; no one else in the world existed. “Oh, mmm.”
“That’s it, yeah, baby. I’m gonna come. I’m…”
She felt his body tensing and she squeezed her pussy around his cock, the pressure unleashing her wild side even more. Up and down she pumped, unable to think clearly, and as he thrashed underneath her, she licked her lips and tossed her head back.
“Fuck!”
Hot, wet cum filled her and she smiled, a sense of warmth enveloping her system.
“So incredible, sweet serenity, you are so good.”
She heard the words, felt so close to him, and yet, her heart immediately filled with sadness. Serenity.
David pulled her down into a kiss, slipping his tongue inside her mouth, holding her tightly.
And after everything they’d shared and the love they’d made, all she wanted to do was get away.
Shannon pressed her hand over her mouth, fighting back raw emotions. David’s snores were louder than usual tonight, which meant he was in a very deep sleep, obviously drained from making love. Fucking. That’s what you were doing. Shivering, she gripped the edge of the covers, dragging the sheet under her chin.
Exhausted from an emotional rollercoaster ride, she closed her eyes, determined to get some sleep. After only a few minutes, she turned over on her side, tears welling in her eyes. She’d wanted to be held tonight, maybe hear the words about love and remorse, trying again. Instead, he’d kissed her forehead, patted her ass, and rolled over. He fell asleep almost instantly.
She bit her lip, longing filling her with so many thoughts, so many questions. Blinking, she stared out the window, admiring the moon. There seemed to be an eerie glow around the orb, almost bluish in color. The effect was far too haunting. Easing back the covers, she rose to a sitting position, glancing over her shoulder. Nothing was going to rouse David from his beauty sleep. Shannon twisted her body, digging her knee into the comforter and reached out. Instead of touching him, she rubbed the air above his arm. Sadness filled her heart. David’s fix tonight was about sex.
Thirsty, she climbed out of bed and padded into the bathroom, shutting the door before turning on the light. She leaned against the wall, legs trembling. Chills raced down her spine and she could feel cramps beginning to fill her gut. Things just weren’t right, they could never be. She was in a difficult place, a huge hole in her heart and mind. Doubling over, she held her stomach.
Why was everything in her life such a mess? She’d just made love with her husband, sharing a moment of rare intimacy and now she was in pain, aching. Maybe she was coming down with the flu. Sniffing, Shannon brushed a shaking hand through her hair and glanced at the water glass on the sink. A drink of water, and she’d go back to bed. Tomorrow was a new day.
As she gripped the counter and turned on the faucet, she glanced at her reflection. For a few seconds, she hissed at the woman staring back at her. She was no longer the happy girl she used to know, full of drive and energy. Now she was just tired and old. Slumping against the edge of the counter, Shannon lowered her head and sobbed.
Chapter 2
“The Martins are going to be about 15 minutes late.”
David Parker sat staring at his computer screen, his mind replaying the heated conversation with Shannon from the night before. Why couldn’t they communicate any longer? Why was she always pushing his buttons, no matter what discussion was on the table?
“Earth to David. Is anyone home today?”
“What? What did you say?” Swimming back up from his self-imposed fog, David frowned seeing the chastising look on his partner’s face. “Did you say something, Bruce?”
Bruce moved in from the doorway, glancing over his shoulder before closing the door. “What’s going on with you lately?”
“What do you mean?”
“I think you know what I mean. We have probably the most important client, or potential client at this point, coming into our office for a meeting, and you’re daydreaming. And again, I might add,” Bruce huffed as he leaned over David’s desk.
Sitting back in his chair, David rubbed his eyes and glanced up at his best buddy. They’d been partners in Parker and Collins, a prominent and highly respected architectural firm in the state of Florida, for almost 10 years. During their tenure together, they’d been involved in designing some of the most upscale commercial buildings and homes throughout the state. Sadly, Bruce was right. David had been off his game for several months. “I don’t know.”
“Come on. It’s me you’re talking to. What gives?”
David shook his head as he looked out the window. He’d been surprised at his actions the night before. First, he’d admonished Shannon for just about anything she ever did or tasks not completed to his satisfaction, as he was screaming at her. Then, seducing her after their argument was certainly an interesting dichotomy. They were on such a downward spiral. “Just tired, I guess.”
“Try again. What’s going on at home?”
“Why do you ask?”
Bruce sat down on the corner of David’s de
sk. “I’m not trying to pry, but I am your best friend, the last time I checked, anyway. Talk to me. You’re not yourself, and that’s apparent in more than just your lack of enthusiasm about the designs and the clients, but also in general. You have no spark.”
“Who are you, Oprah Winfrey?” David teased, yet saw real concern in his buddy’s eyes. He grabbed his warm Coke, taking a sip and coughing. God, he was tense.
“Funny.”
David shot him a look and clenched his fist. “It’s Shannon.”
“What about Shannon?”
“We’re just not getting along.”
“Is it serious?”
Shrugging, David rubbed his forehead. “Yeah, I think it is.”
“How serious?” Bruce narrowed his eyes.
“Honestly? I don’t see a future for us. We argue all the time. We can barely talk to each other without sniping. I can’t remember the last time we did anything remotely romantic together, and our sex life is all but nonexistent. Well, except for last night,” David snorted.
“Last night?”
“Yeah, I snarked at her, then basically threw her down on the bed, refusing to take no for an answer.”
Chuckling, Bruce raised his eyebrows. “And that’s a bad thing, why?”
“It was out of character for even me. Come on. You know women don’t like to be forced into sex, at least not without romance. They need emotions and real feelings, not a wild boar determined to have his mate.”
“If you say it like that…” Bruce laughed, then shook his head. “Well, it’s apparent that you need to talk together, see what’s really going on behind the masks you’re both wearing. You’ve been working long hours in an effort to put together all the finishing details on these new designs. I can almost bet you that you’ve stopped talking with Shannon the way women need, really listening to them. And you’re right, they long for you to actually engage in conversations about their day and emotions, what’s going on around them. Men tend to be so focused at times, that we pull back into our worlds, forgetting relationships are a two-way street.”
