by Wolf, Alex
Finally, after kissing up and down her body, sucking and biting on her nipples, nipping at her neck, I say in her ear, “Tell me what you want.”
Her cheeks turn a little pink because she knows what I’m doing. This is important, though. I want her to be able to vocalize what she wants. Plus, it’s so fucking hot when she finally does it.
“I want you.”
“Be more specific, Mary.”
“I want to come.”
I lick around the shell of her ear. “How do you want me to make you come?”
She groans a little. “With your mouth.”
I slide my tongue down her neck and kiss her in that magic spot between her ear and her collar bone, the one that always drives her wild. “Tell me what I want to hear.”
“Rick?” She uses her stern tone, but it just comes out needy as hell because I think I could graze her clit at this point and she’d shatter everywhere.
“Say it.”
I suck down to one of her breasts, taking her nipple between my teeth, then kiss my way down her stomach. Once I’m between her legs, I skip right over her pussy, but hover just above it, just enough for her to feel when I exhale.
“Rick.” My name comes out on a pant. “Please.”
“Tell me.” I say the words through my teeth this time. “You can tell me anything. Don’t be shy.” I stroke her clit, ever so gently with the tip of my tongue.
“Oh my God.” Mary’s head flies back against the pillow.
“Say. It.”
I do it again with my tongue.
“Eat…”
I stroke her once more and it cuts her sentence off.
Now she’s just rough pants and barely holding it together up there. She manages to breathe out, “Eat my pussy.”
I lick the length of her slit and land right on her little bundle of nerves, working a lazy circle around it. “Say it again.”
“Eat my pussy, Rick. Please.”
Don’t mind if I do. I suckle her clit between my teeth, and Mary writhes all over the bed. We haven’t done this a ton of times, though we will, but she’s more vocal than she’s ever been, not holding back.
She strains against her restraints, like she wants to grab the back of my head and shove my face down on her. It’s amazing, and I can feel the energy building through her body. She’s going to get off harder than she ever has before. She might even go into a coma.
I slide two fingers into her and stroke my tongue across her clit, lapping at her.
“Oh my God. So close.” Mary cries it out this time, almost on a whimper. “Rick, please…”
I glance up and her head is tilted to the side and she has my pillow in her teeth, biting down on it. I slip my pinky up and press it against her puckered little asshole, and that does her in.
Her hips fly up off the bed so hard she damn near knocks me backward, but I stay latched onto her and ride the whole thing out. It’s orgasm after orgasm and must last thirty seconds or longer.
When she’s finished, her legs are trembling, completely out of control. Her tits rise and fall up off the bed, like she held her breath the entire time. She’s so fucking hot and wet I don’t want to slide my fingers out of her, but at the same time, I want to fuck her so bad I don’t know if I can hold back.
After a few long seconds, she catches her breath, and I come up on my knees, still between her legs. My dick is rock-hard, throbbing harder than ever. I stare down at Mary and I don’t even know how I want to fuck her first, all I know is I want to fuck her all goddamn night.
I rub the head of my dick right across her clit, and I swear I’m already about to blow.
Mary’s entire body shudders. “There you are.” She says it all smug and satisfied, like someone who just released every ounce of sexual tension from their body.
She’s too relaxed. I need to remedy that.
This time, I slap my dick down on her clit a little harder.
Mary jolts, and her whole face turns pink, up to where it disappears under the blindfold. I do it a few more times, until she’s breathing heavily again.
“I wasn’t lying when I said I want to fuck you everywhere, Mary.”
“Oh my God.”
I move up her body, lean down, and lick right down the valley between her breasts. Then I reach up and yank the ties off both of her wrists. Her hands immediately go after my body, feeling my chest, my arms, shoulders.
“Push your tits together.” I damn near growl the words at her, and I can’t stop myself. I have to have her. I have to have everything, right now.
She doesn’t even think, just does it.
I shove my cock between them and thrust back and forth. Fuck, she feels so good. Mary’s tits aren’t huge, but they’re not small either, just perfect.
“Do you like this?” Even when she asks the question, it’s more in a curious tone.
It half takes me by surprise. I pull my cock from between her tits and lean down in front of her face. “I like everything with you.” I kiss her, hard, and she smiles against my lips, but the kiss turns hungry, fast.
Her nails drag down my back, and it only stokes the fire deep inside my stomach, the passion that burns red hot for this woman beneath me.
“I want you in my mouth.”
Her words take me by surprise. I lean back, straddling her, then move my cock up and rest the tip against her lips so she knows it’s there. Before I can react, she licks around the head.
It’s fucking hot, and I feel an initial spike of jealously or betrayal coming over me, because it looks like she’s done it a million times. I know she hasn’t, in my mind, but that primal urge inside me rages. After swirling her tongue around me a few more times, she opens up, and I ease into her mouth.
My eyes roll back in my head because it’s heaven. Pure fucking bliss. I lean forward and brace my hand against the headboard as Mary sucks me, and holy shit, she leans forward and tries to take as much of me as she can. My fingers dig into the wood headboard, and I have to will myself to calm down because I want to fuck her mouth.
Mary loves exploring her sexuality, and I know I’m holding back, and she’d be pissed if she thought I was holding back because I thought she was too gentle or couldn’t handle something. She might be the bravest person I’ve ever met when it comes to heading into things she’s not experienced with. It’s just one more thing I love about her.
But I can’t help the feelings I have, of wanting to protect her at the same time. It’s a war I fight with myself every damn day, because when I look at her, I just want to do things so dirty Satan would blush at them.
She sucks me harder and faster, and I don’t know how much more of this I can take. My hips start to buck a little, lightly at first, matching each one of her strokes. Her cheeks suck around me and she takes me deep and gags a little.
Not going to lie, it’s fucking hot, but I pull my dick out of her mouth. She looks like she wants to strangle me the second I do it, and I think I might’ve made a mistake.
She’s definitely heated back up. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen her this turned on, so I grip the back of her hair, lean down, and suck on her neck, hard enough to leave a mark. A mark for everyone to see she’s mine.
“Why’d you stop?” Her question comes out on labored breaths.
There’s no way I’m going to tell her because I thought I was hurting her. “Because I want this now.” I reach back and take two fingers deep inside of her.
She nods like please do it now.
I’d love to stop and tease her some more, but I just can’t. I have to be inside her.
Before I can stop myself, I flip her onto her side, much harder than I probably should, but judging by the moan that falls from her lips, she’s enjoying herself.
I slam my hand back and yank the drawer open, so I can get to the box of condoms I stocked earlier in the day. It’s an eternity before I get it in my hand, out of the wrapper, and rolled down my dick.
I turn over and pull Mary to
my chest, in the spooning position, and lift her leg up so hard it’s damn near at a right angle to the ceiling.
I tease the head of my dick up against her clit, close my eyes, then push into her.
“Holy fuck.” The words come out before I can stop them.
There is nothing on this planet like being balls-deep in Mary Patrick. It’s a fucking experience. I just want to leave my dick inside her until the day I die.
My arm wraps around her, and I grip one of her tits, my mouth right next to her ear.
I thrust into her with a long, deliberate stroke.
“Oh my God.” Mary’s body tenses but quickly relaxes.
“Is this what you wanted, Mary? To get fucked?”
“Mmhmm.”
I speed my hips up, knowing I’m maybe a minute from blowing deep inside her. She’s so hot and wet, clenched around me. I move my hand down and circle her clit as I fuck into her. Her back arches, and one of her hands flies back, like she can’t take it anymore and tries to push me away.
It only fuels my hips more. The smacking sound of our wet skin colliding echoes through my room, coupled with Mary’s moans that grow louder and louder.
I reach up with my arm that’s pinned beneath her, and cup it over her mouth. “Your moans are for me. Not my neighbors.” I speed my finger up on her clit, and Mary trembles in my arms.
The second she clamps down on my cock, I’m done for. My body tenses and my load creeps up my shaft. I grind my teeth, doing everything I can to hold back, but the feeling is just too intense, and I let loose while she comes all over my dick.
I stroke her clit the entire time as I blow inside the condom, wishing it was bare, skin to skin. I don’t even give a fuck if I would’ve gotten her pregnant. I want to.
I want her mine forever. I want kids with her, a family.
I want everything.
Once we finish, I don’t let go of her. I just squeeze her tight to my chest, so she knows she’s mine.
“Rick?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I take the blindfold off so I can look at you?”
I laugh. “Shit, yeah, sorry.” I pull the tie from her eyes.
When she looks at me, my heart comes alive.
It’s too soon, but I just want to sit there and tell her how much I love her, over and over again.
Tell her she’s perfect. Because she is.
That familiar pang returns to my stomach, even though she made me forget about it for just a little while. I don’t know if it’s ever going to go away. What I do know, is I have to figure out what I’m going to do about everything else, outside of us.
Mary Patrick
After-party sex with Rick last night was amazing, and I don’t regret it. Not one bit. It was even better than the last time, if that’s possible.
I glance up at him as we walk into Quinn’s passing-the-bar party.
Something is off with him. I could feel it the second we finished last night, right before we went to sleep. I don’t think it has anything to do with us and everything to do with Wells Covington. I saw the way they glared at each other as I walked up to the table last night.
It’s only been a week, and I promised myself I’d let him open up to me on his time, but how can I do that? He’s hurting, and I just want to fix it. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do with your partner?
He makes a huge deal about me telling him everything I want, my likes and dislikes, what I need so he can make me happy. I want to do the same for him so bad. It’s the only thing in my life I want right now.
He has to open up to me. If he wants to be with me, then he needs to be with me. I can’t do this one-way street of emotional vulnerability. I’ve told him things I’ve never shared with anyone else. My past won’t compare to his, but he needs to trust me, or this will never work.
Tonight, after this party, we have to talk. We just have to. I’ll probably chicken out, or let him change the conversation, but my brain still does its best to convince me tonight is the night where I get him to finally trust me.
“Congratulations, lawyer!” We walk up to Quinn and I give her a huge hug. She’s so pretty and nice, and her baby is adorable, even though I don’t see her. I always make Quinn show me pictures at work. This must all be surreal for her. She went to night school and worked so hard, and now she just passed the bar exam and is officially a lawyer, all while getting married and having a child. “Where’s Delaney?”
Quinn smiles. “With Grandma and Grandpa.”
“Aww, I bet you have to pry her away from Grandma every night, don’t you?” It’s a well-known fact that the matriarch of the Collins family runs things and barely lets the grandbabies out of her sight.
“I’m gonna head over here for a bit.” Rick gestures to the Collins brothers. “Congratulations, Quinn.”
“Thanks.” She waits for Rick to walk away, then nudges me with her elbow. “Wow, I thought we all did a good job. Look at him.” She nods toward Rick. “I think you’ve domesticated the crudest of the bunch. Well done.”
I smile. “Hardly.”
“Yeah, right. I saw him walk up the hall the other day in the office, and a handful of young, pretty associates walked toward him.” She reaches for my forearm and her eyes widen. “He bolted in another direction. Bolted! It was hilarious, and sweet.”
I shrug. “And?”
She gives me her new patented mother stare. I think she’s been perfecting it for when Delaney is old enough to drive her crazy. “Before you came along, I can’t even put into words what he might’ve said to them. Like, my mind literally could not go to that place to accurately represent what words that man would utter.” She waggles her eyebrows.
I’m well aware of how Rick used to talk to women, even though I’ve never seen it happen myself. The rumors at the office were insane for a while. I was warned about him the day I was hired, multiple times. It was probably what took me so long to ever even acknowledge him when he would come around. I would always feel bad, because I don’t like judging people on the words of others, but the evidence was overwhelming when it came to him.
“I don’t know.” I shrug. What else can you say? Not to mention, I don’t know how much I want to say. Quinn is the sweetest person, but she’s also the hub of office gossip. I think this is her favorite thing about working at the firm. It’s all a big soap opera to her.
“Well, I’m happy for you two.” She leans back and smiles. “You two just work. It’s always the most unlikely pairs. I think that’s the greatest thing about great romance stories.”
Discussing personal things with people from work is so awkward. I’m there to do a job, not make friends. I mean, I’m always nice to Quinn and the others who enjoy this type of thing, but so many people let their own stuff interfere with work. Maybe it’s just how I was raised. I don’t know.
“Well, thank you. And seriously, congratulations. I know what you’ve accomplished wasn’t easy.” I mean every single word, but hopefully, it serves as a distraction too. “You should be proud. And you set an amazing example for all the women in the office.”
Quinn blushes a little. Despite being a gossip, she’s incredibly modest and humble about her accomplishments. “Thanks, seriously.”
I watch Rick in my peripheral vision, and he’s joking with the brothers, laughing it up. But I catch his eyes every few seconds. My neck heats up every time he stares at me. I feel him between my legs, goosebumps pebble down my arms. I don’t know how he does that, but I don’t want it to ever stop. I care about him so much.
I think Quinn notices exactly what’s going on. “Yep, you have that puppy on a leash.”
I start to say something, but my mind is still drawing blanks because Rick’s eyes haven’t left mine.
Speaking of a puppy on a leash, Deacon walks away from his brothers and over to us. “Hey, Mary.”
“Mr. Collins.” I give him a nod.
He takes Quinn by the hand. “Excuse me, but I need to steal her away fo
r a minute.”
“No problem at all, congratulations again, Quinn.” Yeah, like I’m the only one who tamed someone at the office. The Collins brothers would follow their wives and fiancées off a cliff.
Rick notices me all alone, and heads toward me. I pretend not to see him and stare at a picture on the wall, but I’m sure he knows exactly where my mind is. I turn my back to him, just so he can walk up behind me because I’m addicted to him wrapping his arms around me.
He walks up and like clockwork his hands find my hips. “Let’s get out of this place.”
“We just got here.”
He spins me around, so we’re face-to-face. “We’ve seen who we need to see, said what we need to say.” His eyes roam up and down my body. “I’m tired of sharing you.”
Before I can respond, he takes me by the hand and pulls me toward the door.
* * *
We walk past the fountains in Grant Park, the skyline all around us. I’m starting to wonder if Rick likes walks through the parks, or if this is something new for him now that we’re together. I don’t mind it at all. It’s gorgeous outside, and I love the buildings in the backdrop. It’s romantic. I’d be happy walking anywhere with him holding my hand.
I really want him to take me home, or to his place. It’s a biological urge, hormones and all that, but there’s something deeper to this too. At the same time, I still want to know more about him. I want to know he’s not afraid to open up to me. If he only knew how bad I need him to take that final step. I don’t just want it for me, either. It’s the one thing holding him back from getting everything he wants, to easing that pain inside him.
I can literally see it on his face, in his actions, feel it in his soul.
We stop in front of the water fountains and stare at the water splashing around. Rick’s hand threads into mine and our fingers intertwine. Just his touch sets off a chemical reaction inside me, makes me want to forget about all the things I’m worried about.