by A. J. Downey
I had a thing for talking dirty and I think my girl liked it which just turned me on all the more.
“You like that dick, don’t you, baby?” I asked her.
“Yes!” she gasped.
I met those green eyes of hers and asked her, “You want I should come fill up your tight little pussy on the regular? Hm?”
“Yes,” she half-gasped, half-cried as I moved my hips into a better angle to glide over that slightly rougher patch on her pussy’s roof. The one they still argued to death didn’t really do anything or that it even existed. I was here to tell any motherfucker different and that it was a lame fucking cop-out. That was how you could tell a man from a boy, by how well they pleased their woman… and I wasn’t no boy. I had no cause to be any kind of lazy in this department.
I drove into her at a slow and steady pace, talking dirty, working her up, and then I changed things up ever so slightly. I bowed over her arching body and slid an arm under her lower back, over her butt, deepening the arch of her body and thrusting her pelvis down on my cock, changing the angle and where I stroked. I thrust my hips, rutting deep, and the head of my cock worked some magic because she gasped, shuddering, her hands going to my shoulders and pressing slightly as she tried to grow used to the intensity of these new sensations.
Jesus fuck, had nobody ever properly fucked this woman? It was a rhetorical question, as clearly no one had if that was all it took to send her voice into the rising and falling cry of surprise that was swiftly and keenly drowned in her pleasure.
God, she was so fucking wet. I was slid in tight and so fucking deep. I gritted my teeth and tried to slow my roll, or this was going to be a short first time and I didn’t want that. I wanted to go for hours with her. I wanted to bend her and make her come so hard I nearly broke her, but it looked like I might be setting the bar a little low.
“Fuck!” My balls tightened, and my cock jerked inside her. She moaned, holding on to me tight.
The only saving grace to the entire scenario? I felt her pussy tightening rhythmically around my shaft as a light orgasm swept through her at the same time and goddamn did that pussy milk me fuckin’ dry.
“Shit! Oh, fuck!” I cried and fisted her hair in my free hand, pulling her head back, playing my lips along the long, lean line of her throat.
She let out a devastated shuddering gasp at the attention and her nails dug into my shoulders. I thought I was done, but my cock gave one more strong and throbbing pulse and I swear to God, shot a fuckin’ blank. There wasn’t anything left to shoot.
I panted a moment, letting my heart slow, even as hers fluttered against the cage of her ribs like a butterfly trapped in a killing jar.
“Holy crap,” she muttered, and I grinned and sat up just a little to look down into her dazed expression, those green eyes just a little bit wide. I was not going down inside her, my cock just as rigid as when we’d begun.
Score.
“Gimme just a minute to swap out the condom and we’ll go some more,” I muttered between gasping breaths.
“Wait, what?” she asked and looked at me like I was some sort of alien being.
I unthreaded my hand from her hair and used it to slap her ass – well, low on her hip toward her ass.
“Did I fucking stutter?” I asked her. She laughed and I grinned, shuddering as I pulled out of her.
Yeah, I was sure of it. I was good for an immediate round two.
I lay in the dark of Cadence’s room and stared sightlessly into it. She was snug against my side, breathing deep and even, her head on my shoulder, the warmth of her breath rushing over my chest in even intervals as I massaged the base of her skull with one hand, the other resting on my stomach, fingers twining with hers.
It was nice. Too nice. I mean, I had no desire whatsoever to be anywhere but here. This was heaven, bliss, the purest nirvana lying here like this beneath her warm, sated body as she cuddled me close.
So, what was bothering me so much?
Why couldn’t I sleep?
Cadence whimpered slightly in her sleep and nestled closer. I held her tighter and tried to glimpse her sleeping face. There was just enough light from her curtain-shrouded bedroom window to glimpse the highlights – the curve of the apple of her cheek, a dark winging brow, the depth of the hollow beneath her high cheekbone made deeper still by the shadows in the room.
God, she was so fucking beautiful, so giving of herself… I think that’s when it hit me that this went way beyond simple lust for me. Yeah, I lusted after her, and I lusted after her hard, but I really liked her. Like, it would fucking hurt if she woke up in the morning and told me to fuck off. I didn’t think she would do that, but… fuck me, I hoped she wouldn’t do that.
I rubbed my lips together and sighed out, closing my eyes, and just trying to memorize the feel of her against my body.
She’d had so much rotten shit happen to her. How did I know she wasn’t afraid of the same thing? What reason did she have to trust me?
She didn’t. I held her just a little tighter still and absently pressed a kiss to her forehead. She stirred slightly and I stilled, feeling like a heel if I did something stupid like woke her up.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered into the dark and I felt her chin raise, her hair slide against my chest as she looked up at me or tried to. I didn’t know how much detail she could pick out but at the same time, I had been able to pick out enough and the window was technically at her back while I faced it.
“Nothing, baby,” I lied a little too easily. “Go back to sleep.”
“Not until you tell me what’s wrong,” she murmured. She disentangled her fingers from mine and raised her hand to trail fingertips down the scruff on my cheek.
I sighed and finally fessed up.
“I’m not sure I’m good enough for you,” I said.
She pushed herself up and demanded, “Why would you say that?”
I smiled faintly and nodding, said, “Not sure that you realize, but I don’t think anyone is.”
I think she was smiling faintly at me. I couldn’t tell now that her back was to the window and all light had fled her fair face.
She made a rude noise and said, “Whatever!” I could hear her rolling her eyes at me even if I couldn’t see it. She snuggled back into my side, and I held her close.
“You don’t have to lay it on so thick, you know,” she said on a yawn. “You’ve already got me.”
I laughed. “Now who is flattering who?” I asked, even though I was secretly tickled by her words.
“I’m not!” she said and slapped my chest lightly. I gathered that hand with my free one and grazed her fingertips with my lips. She sighed contentedly and man – what I wouldn’t give to make her make that sound some more. Shit, I had every intention of it. She was just too sweet, and I was smitten.
I had no idea what it was that was going on in my head. I’d honestly never felt this way about a woman before. I hate to call it, but I was a real manwhore, I guess. I just didn’t do the whole relationship thing beyond a few months. Lately, I was even worse than that, preferring to just hit it and quit it. But not here, not with her. Cadence was like the perfect drug or some shit. I’d only had a taste and I was already hooked.
“Steady as she goes, baby,” I murmured absently, more to myself than to Cadence. “We got nothing but time to figure it all out.”
“Is…” she hesitated, and I waited her out. “Is it weird or bad that I really like the sound of that?” she asked.
I palmed the back of her head and massaged her scalp through her thick mass of unbelievably soft hair and spoke my heart, which I was finding incredibly easy around her which was another really new thing. “Not at all, sweetheart. Not at all.”
15
Cadence…
I woke to the smell of pancakes and masculine laughter in the kitchen. I didn’t want to get up. I was lying comfortably on my stomach, which I almost never did, and the sheets and blankets were pooled at my waist. My feet were wa
rm, and my back was cool. Everything was just sort of the perfect temperature, leading to a whole lot of just wanting to bask in the morning afterglow of all that we’d done the night before.
I felt my lips curl in a smile even as my pussy gave a throbbing, slightly but deliciously used ache.
God, he was so hot, I thought to myself and hummed in satisfaction at the images of him in my kitchen that I conjured in my mind.
In my version, he was shirtless and barefoot, jeans zipped but unbuttoned, that tantalizing happy trail leading from his belly button into the top of his pants.
It’d been a long time and my imagination seemed happy to make up for lost time. I guess it wasn’t quite as atrophied as I thought it’d been.
Speaking of being creative… Jared had taken me through positions I had no name for last night and woo boy; did I honestly want more of that.
I slid my arms beneath me to try and push my way up at the sound of heavy tread on my hardwood floors coming this way. I peeked at my open doorway to make sure it was Jared and not my son coming up the hall and nearly swallowed my tongue.
He wasn’t barefoot, but he was shirtless, and that top button on his jeans was most definitely undone.
Holy shit, this man was sex personified.
He grinned at me carelessly and I was instantly wet.
“Hey, baby,” he murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding out the steaming mug in his hand.
“Hey,” I murmured, blushing shyly now that we were in the light of day because had that really been me last night?
He smiled and let me turn and sit up, only handing me the cup when I was situated, the sheet over my breasts and the pillows piled behind my back.
“Good morning,” he murmured seductively and my mug in my hands, he leaned in for a kiss.
His lips were soft, the scruff of his fresh growth a rough contrast, and he kissed me like he meant it which made me smile. I kissed him back, despite worrying about the potential hazard and turnoff my morning breath could be.
He tasted of rich coffee and clean male and smelled just as delicious. There was no better scent or aphrodisiac in the world, at least to me, than the scent of clean and freshly showered male. Just something about it.
“Made use of the shower, I see,” I murmured when he leaned back.
“Mm-hm.” He nodded. “Hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all! Smells like you took over the kitchen, too.”
“Sort of. I started the coffee. Marc is the one that fired up the griddle.”
“Aw, yeah?” I asked, sipping my coffee.
“Yeah, hooked a brother up with how you like your coffee with that fancy creamer shit you got in the fridge, too.”
I laughed and coffee almost came out of my nose which led to me swallowing wrong and half-choking.
“Ah shit!” Jared took my mug and set it aside on the dresser, sitting up and snatching a random dish towel out of his back pocket to mop the sputtered coffee off my chest while I half-choked and half-laughed.
“You okay?” he demanded warily while I sputtered some more and all I could do was nod and wave him off.
He grinned at me, and I laughed a little. When he was sure that I could handle it without killing myself, he handed my coffee back to me.
“Sorry,” I muttered, and he chuckled, bowing his head, and shaking it.
“I’m the one who should be sorry. I’m the one that made you choke.”
“It’s fine, I’m fine, really!” I declared.
“Not how I want to be defined as a ‘lady killer,’” he said with a wink. “You’re gonna have to get with the program there, buddy.”
I laughed after safely swallowing my mouthful of coffee this time and asked, “You think I have time for a quick tactical shower before my man-child out there is done making a mess?”
“I think you got time for more than just a quick PTA.”
“PTA?” I asked frowning. “What’s the Parent Teacher Association have to do with me showering?”
He grinned a little wider and said, “Different worlds, baby.”
“Then what’s PTA in yours?” I asked, arching a brow.
He got to his feet and said with a wink, “Pussy, Tits, and Ass.”
I almost choked on my coffee a second time to a track of his laughter as he left the room and drifted up the hallway.
I rolled my eyes and finished getting my caffeine fix before I got up myself and rushed to close the bedroom door before Marc did anything crazy like came around the corner. With a long-suffering sigh at the tongue-in-cheek prospect that I may have just adopted a second man-child, I fetched down my satin robe off the hook I mounted on the back of my closet door and slipped into it, liberating my long hair out from against my back and the robe’s collar.
I paused with my hand on the bedroom doorknob and breathed out, my heart hammering against my ribs.
I had never been with anyone except Marc’s father, and I really didn’t know how my son would feel. But the rational part of my mind told me if my kid was out there flipping pancakes that he likely didn’t mind. On the flip side, though, the mommy part of my brain that was terrified of fucking up and scarring my child for life was in full hysterical meltdown in its corner.
I did what I always did in these situations where I was afraid of failing as a mother. I asked my daddy for help. I closed my eyes and sent up a little prayer that he guide me on yet another one and with a smile, thought he would honestly be laughing at his adult daughter were he here right now and, in the end, that’s what gave me the bravery to open the damn door and slip down the hall to my bathroom.
I could have lived under that shower’s spray for hours. I was maybe a little sorer than the satisfied kind. Although I was more than satisfied for the time being, last night had also woken a ravenous hunger in me and I was a little afraid that Jared would be the only one to feed it. I mean, I had never met anyone quite like him and though it was a strong word, I positively loved how he had held me last night.
I felt like Alice tumbling end over end into wonderland and damned if even this morning, I felt as though I were still falling.
Fast. Too fast… keep it to yourself, I thought to myself.
I jumped when a knock fell at the bathroom door.
“Yeah?” I called out.
“Mom, breakfast!” my son called through the door.
“Be right out!” I called back and I rushed through the rest of my shower.
It struck me I only had a year or so more of interrupted showers and my boy calling out ‘Mom’ before he would be off to college. That was the one thing I carved out of the fight over my dead husband’s assets. A future for our son – his firstborn.
Ugh.
I slammed the door on those thoughts. I didn’t want to think about how easily and thoroughly I’d allowed myself to be duped. How all of the looks and giggles behind hands at the watercooler now made sense. I hated myself for allowing this shit to happen to us, not just to me but to Marc. I hated it so much.
I shut off the water and dried off, wrapping my hair up in my towel and re-donning my robe. I opened the bathroom door and took the few steps to peek around the hall wall into the dining room and kitchen.
“Getting dressed, two minutes, I promise,” I said and smiled at how at home Jared looked on one of the kitchen stools and how equally comfortable Marc looked with his stack of pancakes on a plate next to the griddle as he flipped another with pride.
I dipped back into the bedroom and dressed swiftly in clean jeans and a fresh camisole and button-down plaid-pattern blouse. I skipped socks and shoes for now and rejoined the boys with my coffee cup in hand. Jared immediately got up, took my cup for me, and went over to refill it.
“Aw, you guys are positively spoiling me this morning,” I declared.
“You’ve earned it,” my kid said nonchalantly with a one-shouldered shrug. He set a stack of pancakes in front of me with the syrup and the jar of peanut butter. I smiled at him with a mix
ture of pride and gratitude.
“How did I get so lucky as a mom?” I asked him.
He shrugged all blasé but what came out of his mouth was anything but.
“You gave birth to a legend,” he said, and I laughed. I couldn’t exactly say he was wrong, but I had to completely admit my bias.
“So, what have you all got going on today?” Jared asked. “Any big plans?”
Marc and I exchanged a look and both sort of shrugged in unison.
“Just unpacking and putting the house together,” I said.
“Kitchen is almost done,” Marc said. “I mean, I tried. You’ll probably move everything around, but I did what you told me about the spices and the dishes.” He gave a shrug and I smiled at him.
“I bet you did great,” I said, and he smiled at me.
The smile turned into one of his cheeky grins and he said, “I wouldn’t say that until you’ve gone through it.”
I vowed right then and there, that no matter how he had set up the kitchen, I wouldn’t move a thing. I didn’t care. Some things were more important than whether I felt the coffee cups were in a good spot in relation to the coffee maker or whatever.
“Need a hand with anything? I might be able to come back this afternoon,” Jared said and I turned and smiled at him, too.
Oh… I thought… I pasted on a smile and said, “No, you’ve already done so much…” I could see Marc nearly choke out of the corner of my eye where he stood opposite me and Jared at the counter, eating his breakfast. I knew it was because he was dying to say some smartass and probably totally inappropriate comment and I wasn’t about to encourage it even though I was sort of burning with curiosity because when my kid did pop off? I was usually too busy laughing to reprimand him with any sort of parental authority.
I had more than a few parenting fails versus wins in this regard.
“Alright, then. I’m going to have a look at getting a few more things on that inspection report accomplished, maybe head home and look through my private stash for parts and pieces. I would stick around, but something came up with the club that I’ve gotta be there to handle.”