Overtime

by Eden Rose

  “For what?” He asks me as he steps in behind me.

  I take a second before answering him and lower my body into the water and lean against the side of the tub. “For taking care of me.”

  Wyatt slips in behind me and adjusts himself so my back is resting against his chest. My body is tucked up nice and neat in between his legs and I love the feeling of being this close to him. It’s horrifyingly comforting.

  Before now, I never really considered myself to be the type of person that needed to draw comfort from another person. However, with Wyatt, I love feeling safe and desired.

  “Cupcake, haven’t you figured it out yet? I will always take care of you.”

  Wyatt

  I’m awoken from a beautiful and wonderful dream by a hungry mouth that is kissing up and down my chest. The mouth then focuses on my Adam’s apple and sucks gently.

  I place my hand on Keeley’s head and then bring her face up to look at me. Her eyes twinkle in reflection of the lamp and the sun that is peeking through the windows. Her lips are swollen from her administrations but I can tell that she’s loving every moment of this.

  My hand grabs the back of her head and I guide her to kiss my lips. As soon as our lips are touching, I kiss her gently and sweetly. My dick is hardening as I kiss her. I can tell by the devious look on her face that she’s getting turned on as well.

  “Want me to slip it in?” She asks me against my lips and gives me a wicked smile.

  “That’s like asking if I want to eat. Of course I want you to.”

  Her teeth glimmer under the sunlight that is peeking through the curtains that cover the windows. I love looking at her as she gives me that knowing and sultry smile of hers. If she didn’t know that she were a goddess before, I hope she does now.

  Gently, I remove my hands from her face and place them behind my head to push it up more. Keeley smiles a little more as she grinds her wet cleft against the ridge of my erection that is becoming painfully hard. “Grip the shaft of my dick and lower down on it.”

  Her little hand does as I ask her to and she grips me as loosely as possible. That’s not going to do it for me. “Grip me harder than that. I want you to take it. I want you to show how much you love having me as your man.”

  I could still see the hesitation in her eyes and I know I need to push her a little farther so she can see that I’m not going to break and I want her to be as rough with me as she can be. I look closer and see the amazement as well. “Do it. Now.”

  Just when I’m about to lose my shit and yell at her to fuck me already, she grips me at the root and then lowers her pussy down on me. She’s snug as a glove and my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Jesus, cupcake.”

  “You like it?” Her voice is gentle but sexy all in the same as she knows she’s driving me crazy.

  “That’s a dumb question. Ride me like you mean it. Place your left hand on my right pec.” I wait until she does it and the shift of her causes me to go deeper in. In unison, we both moan out loud at this. “Now slip your right hand in between those pussy lips and rub your clit. Do it for me.”

  “Fuck!” She murmurs and throws her head back as she tightens around me.

  My eyes roll to the back of my head as I try to think about anything other than blowing my nut in her. Damn it. I’m going to need to take control of the situation.

  Before she can even look at me, I have her off of me and laying on the bed with her thighs spread. I burry my face in between her pussy lips and I latch onto her clit and bring the little nub into my mouth. She moans harder and louder while bucking her hips up.

  “Mmm,” she mumbles and then pulses around me.

  “Are you close?” I ask her through gritted teeth.

  The loud squeal and the yell that comes out of her mouth tells me how close she actually is. And then she’s flooding my mouth with her come. I drink it down as fast as I can when she lets out a long breath, I unlatch from her clit and plunge quickly inside.

  My dick is about to burst as it is, so it takes me a total of five thrusts before I’m filling her with my come. Her fingers bite into my forearms and her eyes are squeezed closed.

  I roll her off of me and hold her close to me as I listen to our haggard breathing. We are both exhausted from the amount of sex that we have had, but I know that there is more to do. We both don’t know when we are going to be able to be like this again.

  “I wish you didn’t have to go back,” I whisper to her and kiss her hair. I love how soft her hair is and how it feels like silk.

  “I don’t want to go back either. However, I’m gathering important intel and I’m going to get it running soon. I know how to get him on his knees with what he’s doing to me and everyone else.”

  My fingers tangle in her hair and I tighten it back. “You have me on my knees, cupcake. So much. I swear to god, I don’t know how to get through the day without you.”

  She looks up at me with her deep eyes and winks. A slow smile takes up her face and then says: “You stole my lines.”

  I groan and look over at the alarm clock that is next to the bed. With a grimace, I notice that it’s almost time for us to check out. I don’t want to leave her, but I know she needs to get back to her life.

  “When can I see you again?” I ask her.

  Keeley smiles larger and places her hands on my face. The act made her body drop onto mine with an “umpf!” and then she giggles. Her little hands block my vision and then she pulls them away. “You can see me right now. Now, kiss me so I can remember what your lips feel like.”

  I roll her off of me and she gives me a smirk that made my dick hard. With a little shimmy she shakes those delicious tits at me and then places her fingers on them. With a slight pinch to both she beckons me over to her.

  Quickly, I look over at the time and realize that we still have a few hour worth of fun to do. “Hold on a minute.”

  I grab my jeans off the floor and yank it so the belt slips out of the loops. Once it’s free, I slide back up the bed and lay my body next to Keeley’s. Since I’m feeling inspired, I decide to take our relationship to the next step. “I want to try something that we haven’t done yet. Is that okay with you?” I murmur against her ear.

  She moans and then thrusts her tits in the air like she’s begging for it. “Go ahead!”

  “Roll over onto your stomach and put your head down in the pillows.”

  Keeley

  I’m way too excited for what he’s about to do. Only briefly, I considered that this might be bad because he has belt in his hands. However, if I can’t trust Wyatt, then I can’t trust anyone.

  I follow the directions and keep my ass in the air. A set of teeth bite along the seam of my ass and I yelp from the sting. Even though it hurt, it hurt so good and it made all of my sensory senses buzz with excitement.

  Wyatt then drags open mouthed kisses across the fleshy cheeks of my ass and nibbles across them as well. I already know that my skin is probably beat red from his attention that he’s paying me.

  “Do you trust me?”

  I shiver from the anticipation of him kissing up my spine and then back down again. My whole body is shaking with need. “Yes, I do.” And I do. I do trust him. I know that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me or to upset me on purpose. Briefly, I wonder if my lust addled mind has made me so agreeable. Oh well.

  “That’s good. I would never do anything that would hurt you or make you sad. Tell me, has anyone ever tied this beautiful body up?”

  I shake my head and I hear his chuckle. It’s the deep one that makes his body hum from the noise. “Let’s just sum it up. Everything that you did before me doesn’t count. Everything that you do with me does. Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Now hold still. I want you to slip your arms back and link your fingers of your hands.” I follow directions and then he places the belt over my wrists. With a quick whoosh sound, my hands are bound at the wrists. “That’s good. Now spread your legs so I c
an see your beautiful pussy lips from here.” Again, I follow the directions and as soon as my legs are spread, he lightly spanks my pussy mound.

  The blunt of the spank hits my clit that is painfully hard and sticking out for attention. “Please!” I beg him as he does it again and again. On the fourth slap, I almost lose my balance and begin to drop my whole body but he grabs my hips.

  “I’m going to give you a spanking. Do you know why you are being punished?” He asks me.

  I vehemently shake my head and begin to rack my brain about something that I could have done that would have angered him. I can’t think of anything.

  I literally have no idea why I could be in trouble and it’s making me so horny right now. “No, I don’t. Please tell me.”

  The tips of his three fingers hit my clit again and the pressure that is building is driving me crazy. Before he can hit my clit again, I yell out: “I love you, Wyatt. I love you so much it hurts me.”

  There’s air that is between us and I feel exposed. Where the hell did he go? He picks now to leave me when I’m so vulnerable? That’s bull shit. I’m about to get off the bed until he covers me from behind and slips his large shaft in me.

  *

  I’m laying in bed relishing in the feeling of being with Wyatt. For three months, I have considered and had a come to Jesus moment that we might not be able to do this again. That we might not get to be together as a couple.

  I drag my fingers down his tattooed chest and circle the flat discs of his nipples. They are a dark brown that sticks out against his light mocha skin. My mouth waters at the thought of running my tongue all along his skin to taste the unique flavor that is all him.

  “Cupcake, what are you doing?” His husky voice asks.

  He tightens his arm around my back and I burrow my face further into his chest. “I was just thinking about how much I would miss this if I never got to see you again.” My voice is thick with tears and then those tears begin to leak out of my eyes and drench his chest.

  Wyatt tightens me to him more and holds me closer. “I only did what I did because I couldn’t bare with you being with him. Did you know that I was at Kruse that night?”

  My mind races back to the night that I went out with Jerry and I can’t remember seeing him at all. “I didn’t see you,” I whisper. I know how I would feel if I saw him out with another girl and it would straight up gut me to see them together. I would probably kill them.

  “I was there and it ripped me apart to see you guys together. That night, I kept imagining you guys having sex… Fuck. I can’t be away from you and then thinking of you guys being together like that…”

  “I didn’t sleep with him that night…” I rush to defend myself.

  Wyatt places his thumb under my chin to tilt my head up more and I look into his eyes. “It doesn’t matter if you did or didn’t. I couldn’t get those thoughts out of my head and I couldn’t deal with them. I broke up with you because I didn’t like how jealous I was. I didn’t like the fact that he could kiss you and take you out to dates, and I can’t.”

  My mouth opens to say something to help him feel better, but I can’t think of anything to say.

  I slide up his body a little and kiss his jaw in hopes that it would comfort him a little.

  “The past is the past. It doesn’t matter anymore. From here on out, it’s just you and me and that’s all that matters. No matter what, baby.”

  I nod my head and kiss his lips gently. “I love you.”

  Even though I still had questions about what happened and ask him how he felt, I didn’t ask anything more. I could tell that he was trying hard to move on from it, and I should do the same.

  My last thought as he pulled my body by my hips to line up his dick against me was, this man’s it for me.

  No going back.

  I will have to tell Jerry that we have to be done. I can’t keep living this double life and I’m not happy with Jerry. Nothing good can come from us being together and I need to be with Wyatt. I need Wyatt like I need air, it’s disgustingly cliche, but it’s true.

  *

  As I drove from the hotel to my house, I felt waves and waves of guilt. Yeah, I know what I did was wrong but I can’t help it. There is something about Wyatt that has me addicted to him. Plus, I’m so madly in love with him that there is no going back from this.

  Jerry’s car was parked in the driveway and I bypassed it to park in the garage. Why didn’t he park in the garage like he always does?

  After I left Wyatt, I turned on my phone only to be bombarded by text messages from my friends and Jerry demanding to know where I was and who I was with. Of course, my girlfriends knew where I was and who I was with, so they were just asking dirty questions about how the sex was.

  I had to send them a resounding AMAZING! to both of their inquizitive text messages. Because it was. Wyatt is an amazing lover and a generous one.

  Jerry’s text messages were more demanding.

  I parked my car in the spot that I normally park in, and lean over to the back seat to weasel my over night bag through the seats. Once I had a firm hold on the handle, I swung open my door and am face to face with Jerry.

  He looks pissed off and he’s seething with anger. I know exactly how he feels because I feel it. I’m so angry with him that I can’t see straight but at the same time, I’m doing it too. I’m being a whore as well.

  “Do you honestly think that your little plaything is going to want to be with you after he finds out what a lying and conniving bitch you are?” He yells in my face.

  I flinch from the contact of his yell and fall back into the side of my car. “What are you talking about?” Feigning innocence, I place my hand in front of me to block him from advancing any closer to me. He’s already too close as it is and I’m worried that he’s going to get even angrier if he smells Wyatt’s smell on me.

  Stupidly, I refused to take a shower because I think I wanted him to know. I wanted him to know that I’m getting back at him for everything that he has done and I’m done playing these games that he’s playing. I’m sick of him running around behind my back and fucking all of these different girls around and thinking I’m not going to find out.

  Granted, I am armed with a disc full of physical proof, I feel more confident in my findings. He forgets, I went to Harvard Law School. I’m not stupid.

  “You know damn right what I’m talking about. Did you think that I wouldn’t know that my wife is fucking around behind my back? That I wouldn’t know that you went to Dearborn with that piece of trash?”

  I feel my ownself get angry with his insinuations about Wyatt and I step forward to block him from getting closer into my space. “What is your problem? It's okay that you fucked around with his sister and now you are a father?”

  Watching his face was priceless. He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly and looked like a fish trying to breathe. “How… Where…?”

  Smiling, I feel as if I have started to drive this conversation now. “It’s rather simple. You slept with Ruth and now you are a father. Were you ever going to tell me? Were you ever going to tell me that you have slept with multiple women while we have been together?”

  Jerry’s cocky demeanor fell back into place and I knew he was about to say some hurtful words. “Typical. It’s typical of people with your disease to blame others for their wrong doings.”

  “Fuck you!” I say calmly but with enough malice that he knew I meant business.

  He approaches me and gets close enough so I can smell the overly expensive cologne that he insists on wearing. Personally, I feel as if it’s too strong but according to him, it’s perfect. “Listen to me, little girl. You are playing with fire. You don’t know the first thing about that gang banger. I bet you he hasn’t even told you about the record he has.”

  My back flinches and I can’t help but feel my pulse quicken. Jerry’s got me there and he knows that he knows something that I don’t. “Yeah, I do!” I lie defiantly. There is no way in h
ell that I would let him know that he does know something that I don’t.

  “Keel, for a lawyer, you would think you would have learned how to lie. Maybe you should ask your gangster boyfriend about Jose Moses.”

  I don’t say anything for a moment and then he pushes past me. I’m stood like a statue waiting for my feet to bring me to where I want to go and that’s back to Wyatt.

  Come on, feet, move. Let’s get out of here!

  Nothing.

  “Oh, and Jose Moses, he’s dead and it’s because of some gang war that your boyfriend was a part of.”

  I walk past him into my house and immediately go up to the master bedroom. Once inside, I walk over to the bed and try to control my breathing. I’m sure most people are like this, but when I get upset, I start to cry because I’m so upset. It’s not as if they made me cry or anything. It’s just I have so much I want to say to him.

  Like how he stole money from me.

  However, I do know that it’s important to let him know that I know he’s stealing. Not only from me, but from Olivia as well.

  WYATT: i miss you already cupcake

  ME: i miss you too…

  WYATT: everything go okay at home?

  ME: not really.

  WYATT: want to tell me what happened?

  Not really. I don’t want him to know that I have Bipolar or that I’m on medicine for it. Nor do I want him to know that I’m actually as crazy as my mother.

  ME: no. i’m going to go to bed i think

  WYATT: why? It’s only seven?

  ME: someone wore me out with their magic dick

  WYATT: then someone shouldn’t be as sexy

  ME: it’s a cross I bare

  WYATT: you are so cocky. I love it

  ME: you only want me for my awesome boobs

  WYATT: and your dick sucking skills

  ME: the truth comes out

  WYATT: trust me your dick sucking skills are only part of what I love about you