by BJ Harvey
“Quite comfortable there?” I ask with a smirk.
“I'm with you. Of course, I'm comfortable.”
Seriously, this guy never fails to make me smile, swoon, and squirm in one simple sentence.
“How was the rest of your day?” I ask, trying to change the subject to concentrate on the task at hand.
“Great. Ended up going shopping, and then we had a quick bite to eat before they went off to Aunt Jen's. We'll see them tomorrow after the ceremony.” He watches me as I do a final check of windows and doors, then turn off all unnecessary lights.
“I'm glad you got to spend time with them, Zan. I can tell you love your family very much.” I walk toward him and squeak when he pulls me into his lap and kisses me.
“I missed you today,” he says between kisses. I'm flushed and breathless, but I somehow manage to reply, “Me too.”
“You still okay to cut my hair, babe?” he finally asks, pulling away.
“Absolutely. Come to the shampoo bowl and I'll give you a wash.” I hop off his lap, grab his hand and lead him toward the shampoo station. “So what do you want done?” I ask as he lays back in the chair. I run my fingers through his hair, lightly raking my nails over his scalp. He lets out a groan that runs right through me.
“Haircut, trim…Fuck, that feels good, babe.” His head goes heavy in my hands, and his eyes close as he gives in to the pressure of my fingertips gliding through his hair.
“I know. I'm known for my scalp massages.”
“Your hands are like a secret weapon,” he says, his voice low and gravelly. I know that voice. It's what I call his 'sex' voice. It's the way he speaks when he's deep inside me and losing control.
“I thought you'd know that by now,” I say, my voice dropping into a sultry teasing tone. He leans his head back and looks up at me with those piercing blue eyes of his.
“Oh, I know, and that filthy mouth of yours. I told my sisters you had a potty mouth.”
“You did NOT!” I playfully whack his arm, which just makes him laugh.
“I did, but Zoe and Mia cuss like crazy, so you're not alone.”
“Well as long as your mom still thinks I'm nice.”
“You are nice, babe. You're perfect. Mom and the girls thought so too. It seems we have their approval.”
“We needed approval?” I ask, not sure if he's being serious.
“Fuck, no. If they didn't like you, I'd just keep you holed up at the apartment for the rest of our lives as my personal sex slave.”
The rest of our lives.
Holy shitballs, Batman. That's the stuff that dreams are made of. He should really stop saying flippant comments like that because I'll just get my hopes up that I've found my forever guy. You know, the one who makes my heart skip a beat, makes my blood boil, and rocks my world nightly.
Okay, maybe it's too late, and I'm already thinking that. Maybe I've found my soul mate, and he was just in front of me the whole time.
“Kate? You still with me?” he asks.
I shake my head when I realize that I've zoned out. “Yeah. I just kind of got lost in my head.”
“I gathered that. Everything okay?” He turns around and looks at me.
“Just perfect.” I lean forward and kiss him briefly before washing out the shampoo from his hair. I grab some conditioner and repeat the process again, washing it out a few minutes later.
As soon as I shut the water off, I feel a change in the air. I walk around and wrap a towel around his head, drying his hair as I rub my fingers through the towel. I hear a chuckle, and I look down, realizing that my boobs are right in his face.
“Follow me, young man,” I say turning and walking away, deliberately swinging my hips. I look over my shoulder to find exactly what I expected, his eyes glued to my ass.
“Why haven't I gotten you to cut my hair before now? I bet you have a ton of male clients.”
“I get my fair share. Why's that?” He sits down in the seat and I stand back, looking down at him expectantly.
“Babe, have you looked in the mirror lately? Those gorgeous tits in their face, that ass to watch the rest of the time when they're not staring at your tits...I'm surprised they're not lining up at the door.”
There he goes, complimenting me and making me blush again. As much as I try to ignore it, the heat between us increases. I get an idea and scan the room, taking in the half-frosted windows lining the front of the salon, the solid wood and very locked front door, and the muted lighting which just makes Zander's face appear darker, the heat in his eyes unmistakable.
“I feel a little overdressed.” I reach behind me and lower the zip of my skirt, shaking my hips as it slowly falls down.
“Really?” His voice is strained. His eyes follow the path of my skirt as it pools at my feet. His gaze travels back up my legs, feeling like a soft caress and causing me to shudder when his eyes reach mine. “I'd hate for you to be overdressed. Would be a shame.” He licks his lips, and I see him swallow hard as he tries to control himself.
“Such a shame,” I reply, slowly unbuttoning my shirt, watching his face as my shirt slowly falls open, exposing my purple silk bra. His eyes darken, the hard outline in his lap letting me know he appreciates my latest purchase. I feel so sexy as if I'm unwrapping myself as a present just for him. I can barely think past kneeling in front of him and taking his cock in my mouth.
“Ah, the haircut, babe.” His voice is tight. His fingers are gripping the arms of the chair, his eyes glued to my body as I slip my shirt off and throw it onto the floor.
“The hair cut can wait. I think I need to show you my deluxe service.” His eyes widen, and he licks his lips.
“The one you show all your male clients?” he asks with a raised brow.
“No.” I take a step toward him and kneel down in front of him. His Adam's apple bobs in his throat as he swallows again, the lines of his throat tightening in anticipation as he realizes my intentions. I know he wants the same thing because his 'want' is on display hard and proud in the front of his jeans. I run my palms up his legs, laying my hand on his length through his jeans and stroking a few times. I see his body shudder as he growls, missing my touch immediately.
“Babe, I…” he stutters as I undo the button and pull down the zipper, reaching in to pull out his hard cock.
“I want your cock in my mouth, Zan.”
“It's all yours baby,” he replies, his voice so low I feel it deep inside me.
I wrap my hands around him, lowering my mouth to swirl my tongue around the swollen head. His hand cups the back of my neck, his fingers tightening in my hair as I trail my tongue down the shaft to his tight scrotum. I run my tongue over him before moving my mouth back to his shaft and taking him deep in my mouth, right down to the base.
“Fuck, babe,” he moans. His hips buck up as I move up and down his shaft. I use one hand to fondle his balls while reaching up under his shirt with the other to play with his nipples the way he likes.
His legs tighten around my body, his frenetic breathing telling me he's getting close. “Uh uh, baby girl. I want to finish inside you.”
I wriggle the point of my tongue under the head of his cock one more time before standing up. “I want that too, Mr. Roberts.” I bite my lip, the heat in his eyes making me squirm. I lean forward and kiss him, nibbling on his bottom lip before our tongues meet. His hands grab my hips, his fingers gripping just enough for me to feel the bite of his desperation. I feel his lips move down my neck, licking a trail to my aching breasts. The cool air touches where his mouth has been, sending a delicious shiver through me. Leaning over him, I reach down and slip my breast out of my bra. Suddenly his mouth is on me, sucking hard as he catches my hard nipple between his teeth and tongue, forcing my knees to buckle.
“Love the taste of your skin, babe,” he murmurs appreciatively. His other hand releases my other breast and he moves his head over to repeat the action.
“God, that feels good.” I squeeze my legs together, tryi
ng to ease the throbbing ache between my legs.
“I know what will feel better,” he says with a grin.
I look down at him, and the gleam in his eye is almost my undoing. He pulls my thong down my legs, kicking it away with his foot when I step out of it. “This bra needs to go too.” He reaches around my back and unclasps my bra with one hand. I shrug it off and toss it in the direction of my other clothes.
“You next.” I raise an eyebrow and giggle when he reaches up and tears his T-shirt off. I take a step back and pull his jeans down, stopping to pull a condom out of his back pocket.
Now we're standing in front of each other naked as the day we were born. He grabs my neck and pulls me hard against his body for a spine tingling kiss, making my legs weak. He spins my body around and grins at me in the mirror across the room from us as he kisses my neck and sucks hard on my collarbone, leaving a red oval mark.
“Mine,” he growls. All I can do is nod, speechless and turned on beyond belief as I watch our reflection. “Now, I want to watch you come all over my cock.”
He sits down on the edge of the chair and pulls me in close. Still facing away from him, he reaches around my hip, stroking my clit in a perfect rhythm before reaching down and sliding his fingers through my wet slit. “You're so wet for me. Sit down on my cock, babe,” he rasps before guiding me down onto his lap, impaling me in one well aimed thrust.
“Ah,” I cry out as he lifts me by my hips, my body sliding up and down like a rag doll as I ride him reverse cowgirl style. With every thrust down, he bucks me back up.
“Look at me, babe,” he growls. Locking my eyes with his in the mirror, I feel my pussy clench tightly around him as I take in the erotic picture before me, moaning wantonly as he continues to pound into me.
I reach my hand down between my legs, not able to look away from the ravenous expression on his face. “Oh fuck, yeah. Play with yourself. I want to see you make yourself come all over my cock, baby.”
I'm getting good at matching his dirty talk since he told me it makes him hard as a rock when I cuss during sex. Apparently the word 'freaking' is not sexy enough. “Fuck me harder!” seems to be a favorite along with, “I want your cock in my mouth.” That's actually a favorite of mine too. It makes his eyes light up as if it's the Fourth of fucking July. Oh, and me playing with myself while he's buried deep inside me never fails to impress either.
“Fuck me harder, Zan.”
“I'm close, baby, move those fingers faster. Play with your clit. I want to feel your pussy grab me like a vice.”
“Zander, I'm coming!” I manage to cry out as I climax around him.
One more thrust and a guttural moan escapes his mouth as he comes deep inside me. The look of pure ecstasy on his face as he climaxes sets me off once more as I ride out a second orgasm.
“Holy shit, babe. Fucking hot as sin. I fucking knew it.”
I turn around and look at him over my shoulder as he leans forward and gives me a slow, sweeping tongue kiss. “Knew what?”
“Knew you'd go off like a rocket.” He grins at me like a cat that got the cream.
Three orgasms later-two for me and one for Zander-I finally finish trimming his hair.
My life is bliss.
Too bad it isn't going to last.
KATE
A month has passed since Zander's graduation. He looked so freaking hot walking on stage in full dress uniform, and I could tell how pleased he was that his family was there to watch him graduate. His mom and sisters were so proud; it was written all over their faces. They were all crying...well, except for Danika who yelled “Whoop!” when Zander's name was called out. Afterwards, we all went out for dinner, and I truly felt embraced by the Roberts family.
Which brings me to now. It's baby shower day. We've decided that it should serve double duty as a birthday party since Mac is turning the big twenty-five.
I've been waiting a long time for this baby shower. Seven months, in fact, ever since I first found out Mac was pregnant. Of course, now we know that there are two babies coming which just means twice the presents, twice the guests, twice the fun. We've decided to hold the shower when Mac is seven month's pregnant so that if the babies decide to arrive early, she won't miss out.
Mac has no idea what I've planned, but Mrs. Lewis has been calling me non-stop for the past month with ideas and updates and checking the details. It's also going to be the first time Daniel's mom and Mac's mom meet. The men will all be down at a local bar having a few beers, but they'll come back in time for presents. Zander made plans with Zach before I could talk to him about it. It just shows how thoughtful he really is. He knows today is about Mac and Daniel and doesn't want to make anyone feel uncomfortable. I'm still hopeful that in time, we'll all be one big group of friends and any history between Mac and Zander will be forgotten.
Since the baby shower doesn't start until 2 p.m. and Mac's parents aren't arriving until 1 p.m., Zander and I decide we have just enough time for a quickie before he leaves for the afternoon. That is why Mac finds us not twenty minutes later with Zander's jeans around his ankles and my legs wrapped around his hips as he holds me up against the wall and fucks my brains out.
Embarrassment level ten! I scream, Zander starts laughing, and Mac had a look of horror on her face. Good times all 'round, not!
“Oh my fucking god!” she shrieks as she opens the front door to have her eyes assaulted by the two of us going at it. “Seriously! My parents are going to be in this room in an hour, and you guys are stinking up the place with your sexing.”
After Zander let me down, and I rearrange my clothes while giving him time to think of dead puppies or naked grandmas, I turn to look at her and say the first thing that comes to mind. “Really?”
“Really what?” she asks with an annoyed look on her face as she moves into the kitchen.
“You don't remember a similar situation, oh maybe four months ago, where I walked and found Daniel plowing you on the coffee table?”
“This is classic, babe. Hey, Mac.” Zander says, giving me a kiss before whispering, “I better leave you to it.”
Mac watches Zander go before turning her attention back to me. “Wow, these decorations are awesome.”
“Nice subject change. What are you doing here anyway? Apart from clam jamming me.”
She smirks. “Well, I think it's only fair given the number of times you've clam jammed me over the years?”
“The last time I walked in on you and Superman you kept fucking going. Does. Not. Count.”
“True. Although there have been other times that Daniel and I were getting busy and you'd go into the bathroom or come home, and it would totally ruin the mood. That could be classed as clam jamming. Daniel's parking the car, so imagine if it had been him walking in on you two going at it like two teenagers in heat at a drive thru.”
“I would've called him a clam jammer too. You're a bunch of box blockers, the lot of you.” I turn and stamp down the hallway to find my penis- I mean, Zander.
Half an hour later, I'm showered, relaxed-thanks to my handy helper Zander and his magic tongue-and in the kitchen surrounded by Daniel and Mac's mothers who are bickering over everything. I'm busy playing referee while Daniel and Mac sit on the couch and watch the show.
Zander walks out of our bedroom into the living area and goes over to the couch, shaking Daniel's hand and giving Mac a kiss on the cheek before coming to see me in the kitchen. “I'm out of here, babe. Text me when the coast is clear, and I'll be straight back.”
“Are you sure? You don't have to go, Zan. This is your home too now.”
“I know, but today is about Mac and Daniel. And if it were one of your ex-lovers, I wouldn't want him here either. We'll get past this awkward stage...maybe in a year, or five, but right now I'm going to hang out with Zach since he's feeling a little neglected. I'll see you later, love you.”
“I love you too.” I reach up on my toes and turn his light peck into a deep, probing kiss before standing
back down on my flat feet again.
“What was that for?” he asks, catching his breath.
“Just wanted to give you a reminder of what's waiting here for you.”
“Won't ever forget that, babe. Wherever you are, I wanna be. Forever and always.”
Well fuck me dead and call me Nancy. Forever and always. There's a new one.
The baby shower is awesome. A lot of Mac's workmates turn up as well as relatives from both her families. We play games like pacifier throwing, sniffing 'dirty' diapers that have chocolate in them, and of course, guessing the size of Mac's now huge baby belly. When the guys return a few hours later for food and presents, the party gets louder. Mac can't wipe the smile off her face, and I'm over the moon to see her so happy.
She has her happy ending, and I'm working towards mine.
ZANDER
Wanting to be out of the house for the afternoon, I go down to the bar to hang out with Zach while he worked. The plan being that we'll grab dinner on his break later on.
I need some time out of the house to get my head straight. My guilty conscience has been making its presence known more and more lately. It's been three months since I've moved in with Kate, and five months since I started talking to her as 'nightdancer.'
She thinks that I'm so noble, so honest and upfront. How can I go on letting her believe that when I assumed an online identity to talk to her? It's eating me up. I love that girl so damn much, and I want to give her everything her heart desires. What she demands is honesty, and my deceit, or what she will see as deceit, could be our undoing. Everything we've been working towards, building together, is at risk.
“You look like your dog just died,” Zach announces as he replaces my empty glass with a full one.
“I haven't told Kate about the online dating thing.”
He looks shocked. “You fucking idiot. Do you want to lose her? Is that what this is about? Dude, that stuff festers and you're gonna ruin everything before it's had a chance to take hold. “
“It's already fucking taken hold, Zach. I'm in love with her, and I want to be with her, but how the fuck do I say 'oh, by the way, you know that guy you've been chatting to on the net? Yeah, that's me. So what's for dinner?'”