by Emma Vikes
Suddenly his fingers freed my clit and he pulled my panties down in one lightning quick motion. My eyes were still closed but, as he parted my legs, my body tensed in anticipation, waiting to receive him into me. Instead of his penis, I felt his warm breath tickling my vagina. My eyes opened immediately and I looked downward to see what he was up to. I saw his head nestled in between my propped up legs and before I could protest, his tongue made contact with my clit causing my eyes to roll back in pleasure.
As his tongue lapped and licked at my clit, I felt the tension building between my legs, the same tension I knew was about to result in an explosion that would consume my whole body. My hands found their way downwards and held onto his head as my waist involuntarily lifted towards his assaulting tongue. I couldn’t understand the moans that were coming from my lips as pleasure threatened to ravage my body and mind.
“Yes...please...I’m sorry...huuuuuhhhhh...yessss...forgive me...yes daddy.”
Suddenly I screamed as my body clenched in orgasm. My fingers dug into his hair as my body convulsed in spasms of ecstasy. He pulled back and allowed my orgasm to steer me over the moon and back down to earth.
After pausing to catch my breath, I decided to return the favor. With some show of athleticism and flexibility that impressed even me, I flipped him over till I was hovering above his legs. The bulge in his pants threatened to rip the fabric and break free. I decided to oblige the yearnings of his penis as I reached down and went through the motions of pulling his trousers and boxers down in one sweep.
His penis sprang out, startling me albeit briefly. By the time I had freed him of his trousers, his erection was hard and throbbing. I reached out and held his erection, squeezing lightly causing him to catch his breath. Slowly, I bent over and kissed it while still holding it. I then proceeded to lick the entire shaft as I would a lollipop while squeezing lightly. Without warning, I closed my mouth around the cap causing him to grunt his approval. “Argh!”
“Oh fuck!” I heard him say again as I proceeded to take even more of his erection into my mouth.
I resisted the urge to gag as I paused to allow my throat muscles to relax and expand to allow more of him into my mouth. Finally, I had him all the way in my mouth down to the hilt. My eyes began watering and I quickly had to release his penis. I took in some air and went back down.
I began to suck and slobber on his dick as his moans and grunts increased in intensity.
“Oh shit! Fuck! Yea mama, that’s it! Fuck!”
His words of encouragement spurred me on until he pulled my head upwards.
“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer. Come here,” he said as he pulled me upwards and planted a kiss on my lips, settling my hips directly above his glistening penis.
I used one hand to hold his penis and slowly sat on it as a gasp escaped my lips. He grunted again in approval and continued to kiss me. Finally I pushed him back onto the bed so as to create more space, and then I began to ride him slowly.
My waist and hips rotated above his pelvis as I took him in and out of me. The tension I had experienced earlier began to build again and I began to ride him faster in response.
“Baby,” I gasped as his hands came up and began fondling my breasts.
I knew I was close and I began to move even faster.
I felt his penis stiffen almost at the same time as the walls of my vagina clenched around it. Our moans and grunts of ecstasy mixed together in an orchestra of orgasm as ripples of pleasure ricocheted through us. My hands that had been propped up on his chest for support suddenly grew weak, causing me to collapse on top of him.
We remained that way, clinging on to each other as our bodies rode the wave of ecstasy that consumed us. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, I felt him begin to stroke my hair.
“What happened, Susan? Why did you disappear?”
His question came out of nowhere causing my breath to catch in my chest. The truth was even though I was in his arms, I hadn’t given him an explanation of everything that had happened between me and David.
‘He deserves to know,’ I thought as I rolled off him to his side where he immediately gathered me up in his arms.
I inhaled and began talking.
Epilogue
Susan
4 years later...
I WOKE UP IN HOWARD’S arms as the first rays of the morning sun hit my face. We had gone out yesterday night with a few friends; Carol and her husband as well as Kimberly and her fiancé. It was the night before Carol and I graduated from college. As a result, our men had taken us out for celebratory drinks.
Carol and her husband had gotten married at the beginning of our final year in college. Kimberly, who had first been Carol’s friend, had become my friend and our bond had tightened over the years. She had gotten engaged about a month ago.
As for me and Howard, we had continued to fall deeper in love over the past four years.
“What happened?” he’d asked me four years ago in his bedroom and I had proceeded to tell him all that had happened, showing him both videos - the one David had taken and the one Kimberly had taken.
He’d gone mad with rage and wanted to confront David. A part of me wanted him to but I knew better. I’d succeeded in calming him down before proceeding to make love to him once more, and for the second time on his bed.
Over the years, we’d come close to discovery, but we managed to keep our relationship a secret, save for the few who already knew. One extra person discovered our secret though in my third year - Dean Betty.
It had been purely coincidental and we’d expected her to blow the whistle on us. She, however, surprised all of us by staying silent. We had all become best friends.
David, on the other hand, had disappeared from the university at the beginning of our second year. Rumor had it that he’d changed schools and was down in Texas. He obviously couldn’t cope with the guilt and seeing me every day, it was not like I cared anyway.
As my mind returned from its journey down memory lane, I lifted my eyes to look at the face of the man I’d fallen in love with.
“Howard,” I whispered softly.
He grunted.
“Baby, we’ve got to get up. My graduation ceremony is today.”
“Can’t we miss that and stay in bed?” he asked sleepily.
“No silly.” I laughed. “Get up now.”
“Fine!” he grumbled. “But next time you want to seduce me, I’m saying a big no.”
“Like you could resist me,” I fired back, chuckling.
He turned then and kissed me square on the lips. He broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes.
“Marry me!” he said simply.
“What!!!” I answered, my mind going into shock.
He jumped out of the bed then and went to the wardrobe while I sat up in bed. He came back with a box and knelt by the bedside before opening it. My eyes blinked as the ring gleamed in the early morning rays of the sun.
“I’ve been carrying this around looking for the perfect time to propose. Baby I just realized I don’t need the perfect time. All I need is the perfect woman for me. You’ve made me so happy these past 4 years and I’ll be damned if I let you walk out of this bedroom without me asking you to be my wife and spend the rest of our lives together. So Susan Fowler, I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me?”
The first streak of tears blurred my vision and streamed down my cheeks. I couldn’t respond as my emotions began choking me. I simply nodded and continued crying as he proceeded to put the ring on my finger.
Finally I found my voice and screamed yes as he stood up from his kneeling position and jumped into bed, hugging me.
“Yes,” I said repeatedly. “Yes, I’ll marry you Howard. Yes, I’ll be your wife.”
He hugged me tighter and I knew I was the luckiest girl on earth to have ended up with such a man.
“I love you, Howard Jones,” I whispered into his ear. “I’ll love you till time stands still.”
It was a promise that I meant with every fiber of my being.
After a while, he whispered back into my ear.
“I love you too, baby. And I’ll love you forever and a day more.”
THE END
Book 2: Too Bad... It’s Complicated
Description
“Had our parents never gotten together, I would’ve been with her. As a couple, we would’ve been amazing. Too bad it’s complicated now!” – Patrick Cunningham
Britney Baldwin, the gorgeous golden-haired daughter of Senator Christopher Baldwin and the future heiress of Baldwin Stocks is completely off limit.
But Patrick can’t stop thinking about her.
She is epitome of grace, beauty and sensuality. And every time his eyes land on her, all he can think is how much he wants to mark her as his own.
Pat knows that acting on whatever feelings he has for Brit will be his downfall because she is his step sister.
But one event.
One announcement.
One night of mourning of her heartbreak leads them to bed, probably fueled by liquid courage or by their own insatiable desires for each other that both have kept hidden for so many years.
They decide that it will remain an untold secret between them, but there's something Patrick needs to hide from Britney – a Bigger Secret!
What Is It???
“Too Bad... It’s Complicated” is the second book in the Too Bad Series of standalone contemporary romance novellas with no cliffhanger, no cheating and guaranteed HEA.
Are you ready for a wild ride with Pat and Brit?
Prologue
Patrick
THE KNOCK ON MY DOOR was gentle, almost soothing. Nothing like the knocks I'd grown used to in the past five years. There was no rush or urgency about this one and, for a moment, I was transported back five years ago, when our family was intact and my mother wasn't jumping from powerful businessman to renowned politician, wiggling her way into their bank accounts and leaving them when she had been bought enough.
I heard the door open slowly, the creak of the fine mahogany door filling my room. I sat up on the bed and watched as my mother slowly crept inside. Even in the darkness, I could see what she was wearing and, even at night, she still looked prim and pristine. Lara Cunningham was decked in a maroon silk robe, her platinum blonde hair tucked tight in a bun. Sometimes I thought my mother was a supernatural creature. She looked like she’d never aged a day.
“Pat?”
I closed my eyes at the tenderness of her voice. It had been a while since I’d heard her say my name in a motherly tone. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed it, how much I’d missed the mother-son bond we used to have before dad had left with a girl that would’ve been the same age as my deceased sister, Paula, who’d died tragically early.
I sat up on my bed slowly and turned on the lamp on my bedside table. The soft glow of white light illuminated her face. She sat on the edge of my bed, cautious. “I’m glad to see you’re awake.”
The red digits of my alarm clock read that it was fourteen minutes till midnight. I’d got into bed nearly an hour and a half ago when I was done with all my homework. “Did you need something, mother?”
She winced at the formality, which surprised me. She hadn’t said a word since I began calling her mother instead of mom. Sometimes I thought she basked in it since most of the kids in my school called their parents such. It made her more a part of the Upper East Side, which collected snobby kids that hated their parents. Sometimes I think Paula’s death changed our mother for the worse because she seemed to crave power more than anything. A lot of the time, recently, I didn’t think she was the woman who’d raised me.
“I haven’t been a good mother lately, have I?”
The question caught me off-guard. I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to answer it because I wasn’t sure how she wanted me to answer it and what she wanted to hear. Parents could be tricky like that at times, my mother most of the time. She must’ve seen my hesitation because she smiled slightly and then nudged my knee gently with her hand.
“It’s okay, Pat, I won’t get mad at you if you tell me the truth.”
I brushed my hair to the side, so it didn't fall over my eyes as I gave her my response. "Yes. You're making dad look good."
“You haven’t called me mom in five years.”
“So you did notice.”
Mom scooted closer to me on the bed so her hand could touch my face. “I’m sorry, Patrick. When Paula died, I...I forgot how to be a mother. Joining the ranks of the Upper East Siders parents didn’t benefit me much either.”
I chuckled. “At least it gave you more tips on how to look the part.”
Her hand lingered on my face, and I leaned my head against it, relishing my mother's touch that I'd missed for five years. Still, I knew she hadn’t come here to apologize. "You didn't come here for that."
She pulled her hand away and looked down, and I couldn't help but sigh. A part of me wondered if this was an act, but a part of me wanted desperately to believe that she was willing to build another bridge to replace the severed one. “You’ve always been such a bright boy, Patrick. A trait your father liked to claim you got from him but here’s a little secret, you got it from my side.”
“What’s this about mom?”
Mom touched my hair and brushed up the strands that kept falling over my eyes. “I’m seeing someone.”
The other times she’d told me that she was dating someone, she’d always dropped it so casually or left me to find out about it myself from a classmate or a friend. I searched her green eyes for answers, and all I got was a wild glint in them, a wistful gleam that made me think maybe this one was different.
“What happened to Michael Trough?”
I’d found out she was seeing the enigmatic CEO of the Trough Fashion Line through a gossip website. I’d confronted her about it and she just casually waved me off and told me to mind my own business because she wasn’t complaining about the girls I dated and brought to events. Mom sighed and then lowered her hands and brought them together.
“It didn’t work out between us, Patrick. Mike was too...feminine for me." She waved her hand and then offered me a soft smile. "But Chris is different. He's passionate and driven, and he has such a big heart for serving people, Pat. He's so...inspiring. And I can just imagine how much that would affect you as you grow up. You need that kind of role model in life, that kind of father figure.”
I sat up straighter and stared at her in confusion. “Father figure? Mom, what the hell are you talking about?”
It's then that I noticed it. The diamond glinted under the lamp's light, and it was nestled perfectly on my mother's finger. My jaw clenched, and my hands closed into fists as I pieced it all together. "You're marrying a guy I’ve never even met?"
Mom sighed. “I knew you’d react this way. Chris was sure you would take it in your stride, but you're nothing like his daughter who never questions things.”
My eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Wait, I’m not only getting a step-father but a sister too? Mom, are you sure your head is in the right place? How long have you known him?”
She touched my head, and her thumb caressing my cheek. "I've known him for a while. For three years, to be exact. It was an on again, off again thing, Patrick, but neither of us was ready for real commitment. He used to be your father's associate, so we've known each other for a while."
I looked at her with narrowed eyes. “Who is he?”
“Christopher Baldwin,” she answered and sighed, “you’ve met him quite a few times and admire him if I say so myself.”
She wasn’t lying.
Christopher Baldwin was the man I wished my father was. A family man, a brilliant entrepreneur, a smart businessman who knew how to negotiate and, most of all, he had the charisma of someone running for office. He was the kind of man I aspired to be no matter how much my father used to dampen my spirits about my poor grades and lack of social skills.
> I remembered the tragic event that took Christopher Baldwin’s wife’s life. I had been present at the funeral, and in my hazy memory, I remembered the young girl tucked into her father’s arms, clutching a small stuffed animal, but I couldn’t remember what it had been. But I remembered how pretty she looked with her long blonde hair and pretty hazel eyes. She was sweet too, and too young to have lost a parent in that way.
“Mom...”
“Give him a chance, Pat,” she said, smoothing out my hair with a brush of her hand, “and maybe you’ll find that this isn’t half as bad as you think it is. We’ll be having brunch tomorrow with Chris and Britney. Please, Patrick, don’t ruin this for me and I promise you, you’ll get a family that you deserve.”
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, I stared at myself in the mirror, making sure that my tie wasn’t crooked. One of the rules of being a part of the Upper East Side was to make sure that you always looked your best. My father was born and bred in Brooklyn. My mother was a part of the filthy rich. Maybe it was love that had brought them together, but still, it was their differences that had torn them apart.
Downstairs, I could hear loud voices and my mother’s unmistakable flirty laugh. It made me cringe. But I knew that I had to get my ass downstairs and meet them. In five years, this was the first time that my mother had asked me for a favor and, to be honest, I wasn’t entirely appalled with the idea of being Christopher Baldwin’s step-son.
However, the thought became appalling the moment I reached the last step of the stairs and came face to face with the Britney Baldwin.
I hadn't seen her since her mother's funeral all those years ago. I was told she went to an all-girls boarding school the year after her mother had died. On vacations, she went to the Hamptons with her father and our paths just never crossed. That explains why her appearance took me by surprise. Britney was two years younger than me, but there was no denying that she was growing into a fine young woman.