Utterly Forgettable

by RB Hilliard

  Once the condom was securely on I watched him take his dick in his hand and my pussy ached. The only thing better than Zane Mitchell touching his giant cock, would be me touching his giant cock. I reached my hand out to do just that and he pulled back and said, “Uh-uh.”

  “Seriously?” I huffed.

  Dick still in hand he quirked his eyebrow at me. “Patience,” he whispered. I glared at him and he returned it with a wink and a smile. His hand moving back and forth over his cock was very distracting. “Ever since the day I busted you writhing around like a porn star on your floor wearing nothing but a sports bra and panties I’ve wanted to do this.” In one fluid motion, he lowered himself down to one elbow, slowly rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit and then pushed in. I felt every ginormous inch of him as he slid deep inside. The tingle of an orgasm threatened to break free but I fought it back. No way in hell was he setting me off this quickly.

  “You’re so tight,” he moaned.

  “You’re abnormally large,” I responded.

  He chuckled and, before I could say anything else, pressed his lips to mine and pushed the rest of the way in. A pinch of pain made me suck in a deep breath. He smiled against my lips and swallowed down my groan of pleasure pain. I expected him to start pumping in and out like a madman, so when he slightly pulled back before slowly thrusting back in, I was both surprised and pleased. As his lips trailed down my neck to my breasts his abs contracted. This, along with the perfect view of his cock slowly pumping in and out of me, brought my stifled orgasm from earlier screaming to the surface.

  Throwing my head back against the pillow, I gasped, “Oh God.”

  As if sensing I was on the verge, he dropped down to his forearms and sped up his pace. “Fuck you feel good,” he panted.

  “So gooooood,” I moaned.

  “You’re going to make me cum,” he groaned. The second the words left his lips my orgasm hit. Within second he followed me down the rabbit hole.

  Best. Sex. Ever.

  Chapter Twenty

  Zane

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  After five or so minutes of lying there in a sweaty daze, I needed to get to the bathroom. “Be right back,” I said, and laughed when Cathryn muttered something that sounded like limp noodle. I kissed her on the side of the head and she gave me a sweet smile. I expected sex with her to be good but it was so much better than good. If I thought about it too hard, I would start to panic. I didn’t want to panic right now. I wanted more sex with Cathryn. This thought alone should scare the shit out of me. It did, just not as much as it should, which was scary in its own right. One thing was for sure, Blake could not find out. I promised him I would not stick my dick in his sister and, in all fairness, I really and truly tried to honor that promise. Shaking thoughts of Blake from my head, I flushed the toilet and turned the taps to the bath on full blast. If I had to, I would fuck Cathryn out of my system. Just the thought of having her again made my dick stand at attention. I checked to make sure the water temperature was just right before returning to the room. At the foot of the bed I paused to find Cathryn sound asleep. I checked the time and sighed. It was later than I thought. Should I wake her or let her sleep? I watched her sleep for a few more minutes before returning to the bathroom to turn the water off. I was disappointed but didn’t have the heart to wake her.

  Instead of joining Cathryn in bed, I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and cleaned the mess we’d left around the pool. By midnight I was finally tired enough to sleep, so I headed back upstairs. Cathryn was sprawled across the bed with both pillows under her arms. No, no little bed hog, I thought, as I lifted her and placed her where I wanted her. She didn’t move a muscle. I envied Cathryn her sleep. I used to be a sound sleeper before Ted came into our lives. I quickly learned to sleep with one eye open and one foot on the floor. Cathryn let out a sweet little sigh and I felt it right where it counted, my dick. I did not make a habit of inviting women to sleep in my bed. On the few occasions they ended up here, I slept poorly and couldn’t wait to kick them out the next morning. The thought of sending Cathryn home, even though she lived in the same building, didn’t sit well with me. I liked when she was here more than when she wasn’t, so for tonight I was going to keep her right where I wanted her. I stripped off my clothes and slid into bed beside her. After a few minutes I couldn’t stand it so I rolled to my side and pulled her back to my front. Good thing she was asleep. Otherwise she would definitely have something to say about the dick wedged between her cheeks. With a smile on my face, I drifted off to sleep.

  The next morning I was pleasantly awakened by Cathryn’s lips wrapped around my cock. She was under the sheets so I couldn’t see her face. Needing to see her blue eyes as she fulfilled yet another fantasy of mine, I kicked off the covers. Planted between my legs with her mouth on my cock was my fantasy woman. With her messy hair, full lips and shining blue eyes, she was an absolute vision. When she saw me staring at her she smiled around my cock and I felt it in my chest. There was no way she could take me all the way but I didn’t care. The fact that she was in my bed taking me at all was enough for me. I tried to give her control but, after a few minutes, couldn’t stand it any longer. As I slid my fingers into her hair and began to pump in and out of her beautiful mouth, thoughts of keeping her forever floated through my mind. I quickly pushed them away. Cathryn wrapped her fingers around me and began stroking. The added friction of her hand along with her warm mouth was too much. I dropped my head back and groaned as I came down her throat.

  Releasing her hold on my cock, Cathryn licked her lips and said, “Morning.” She let out a tiny shriek when I hauled her up by her armpits and kissed her smack on the lips. Before she could berate me for manhandling her, I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the bathroom. “A bath now?” she questioned when I sat her down on the bath mat.

  “Even better, a shower,” I answered.

  Five minutes later I had her pressed flush against the shower wall while I washed her back.

  “That feels so good,” she sighed. I glanced down at my hard dick, smiled and then slipped a soapy finger between her ass cheeks. “Whoa there, buddy,” she gasped. Her head turned and her eyes dropped to my dick. “Don’t even think about sticking that there,” she warned.

  “We’ll save that for another time. For now, I’m perfectly fine with sticking it here,” I said, as I slid my fingers inside her tight pussy.

  “God, you are going to be the death of me,” she breathed.

  “You ready?” I whispered in her ear.

  “Hell yes,” she said with a laugh.

  Seconds later I had the condom on and was pushing inside her. After a few strokes, I realized the angle wasn’t going to work. I pulled out, spun her around and lifted her up. As if knowing exactly what I had in mind, Cathryn wrapped her legs around my waist and grabbed onto the towel bar above her head. Then she let me fuck her into next week. It took some maneuvering but eventually we both came. When we both were thoroughly satisfied Cathryn resumed washing while I stepped out and disposed of the condom. When I stepped back in she smiled.

  Then she asked, “What do you think about wine corks?”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Cathryn

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  The disturbed look on Zane’s face when I asked him about wine corks was absolutely priceless. I chewed on the end of my pencil as I thought about last night and this morning. I can’t believe we slept together. Well, I can… but I can’t. Whatever happens, Blake cannot find out.

  While getting dressed, Zane informed me he had to prepare for an afternoon meeting and he owed Blake a night off, so he would be working late at Whisky’s. It was apparent by the awkward silence that neither of us knew how to handle the morning after. I watched him dress and tried not to drool. The man looked too damn good in a suit. He smiled with relief when I suggested he go downstairs to write out my list. In order to give him a chance to catch his breath I stayed upstairs longer than I needed. Had I any idea how
last night was going to turn out I would have brought something other than my swim suit and cover up to wear. At least both were now dry.

  When I finally made it downstairs, I headed straight for the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. Pretending this morning was like every other morning was not exactly easy. I waited for the coffee to brew and then carried a cup to his office and placed it in front of him. No matter how much we pretended it wasn’t, things were different. I’d seen this man with his clothes off. I’d had him inside me and knew what he looked like at his most vulnerable. There was no turning back now and, to be honest, I didn’t want to.

  Zane smiled up at me. “Thanks, babe, here’s the list. Do you have any plans for tonight?”

  “Hmmm, I haven’t really thought about it, I might hang out with Lena.”

  His smile slightly faded. “At Dragonfly?”

  “She’s off tonight. If we do anything, it will be at one of our apartments,” I told him. His smile reappeared and I tried not to laugh. I also tried not to think about how he was going to be working with Sally tonight and how much it bothered me. Sally wanted Zane and, as of a few short weeks ago, he wanted her too.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  If I told him what I was thinking I risked scaring him away. I’d heard several variations on what he did when Beth tried to tie him down. They all ended with him kicking her out. I’d also had a front row seat to him blowing off the decorator. I wanted to know where we stood but not bad enough to ask. For now I was going to keep my mouth shut, enjoy the ride and pray I didn’t get my heart broken.

  “Nothing, just thinking about what I have to do today,” I lied. “Speaking of today, I need to get to it.” I held up the file with my list inside. “My boss is an absolute ball buster.” With a bark of laughter, Zane smacked me on the ass and told me to have a good day.

  Five hours later I had knocked out most of the list. The plumber was on his way to deal with apartment L and I couldn’t wait to tell Zane that I finally got the landscaper to come down on his price. Now all that was left was Miss Weston. After such a wonderful night with Zane, Natalie Weston was the last person I wanted to deal with. However, I’d put her off long enough. Buck up Cathryn, this is your job. With a sigh of resignation, I set down my chewed up pencil, slid on my flats and headed out the door. Halfway down the stairs I heard a door open. When I reached the bottom, Miss Weston was standing there with her arms crossed. I could tell by her pursed lips she was unhappy.

  “I left you two messages this morning,” she declared.

  Mentally rolling my eyes, I plastered a fake smile on my face. “I apologize for responding so late, Miss Weston but it has been a busy morning.”

  “I bet it has,” she clipped.

  The words bite me came to mind but I refrained from blurting them out loud. Instead I asked, “What can I do for you?”

  After letting out an exaggerated huff, she finally got to the matter. “Please come in. I have something for you.” After our snarky little exchange, this was the last thing I expected her to say. As I followed her into her apartment, she went on to explain, “When you were sick, I told Zane I wanted to give you a gift and he mentioned you were overly fond of cats, so I hopped on-line and ordered you this.” She held up a box. Please tell me she didn’t. “Well, what are you waiting for, open it!” She clapped her hands in excitement. I was going to kill Zane. I opened the box and pulled out…the ugliest Muumuu of them all. “It’s not exactly like mine because, as you know, mine is a one of a kind, but it’s similar. Just think, we can be twins!” she shouted in glee. I stared down at the Muumuu in horror. I thought hers was bad, but this made hers look downright glamorous. Cats of all shapes and sizes with grotesquely large eyes were haphazardly plastered across a fluorescent orange and puke green fabric. “Well, what do you think?” she asked.

  The Muumuu was horrid, but the fact she cared enough to purchase it for me was both surprising and touching. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. When I was sick, not only had Zane brought me breakfast, which I was still having nightmares about, but most of the tenants had taken the time to deliver notes and flowers. And now apparently this pain in the ass woman had gone out of her way to purchase this awful but thoughtful gift…for me, and all because she wanted to make me feel better. This, right here, was why I loved my job so much. Dropping the Muumuu, I reached over and gave her a giant bear hug. “Thank you for thinking of me,” I whispered.

  With a tight squeeze, she said, “I always wanted a daughter. Mr. Weston and I were lucky enough to have two healthy boys but I lost him before he could give me my girl.”

  Wait, what? I pulled back and gawked at her. “There’s a Mr. Weston….and boys?” I sputtered.

  “Oh, yes. My Mr. Weston was the love of my life and my sons are a close second.”

  “Where are your sons now? Do they live in Charlotte?”

  “My oldest followed his father’s footsteps and joined the Navy. He’s in Annapolis right now. My youngest son lives in New York. I think he’s working in a strip club,” she sighed.

  Deciding to skip right past that, I asked, “And Mr. Weston?”

  “A naval accident,” she sadly replied.

  I squeezed her hand and said the only thing I could think of, “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

  “Thank you, dear. It has been a long fifteen years without him.” She retrieved the Muumuu from the floor and handed it to me. “Enough about me, let’s talk about you leaving Zane’s apartment this morning with your swim suit cover up on.” My jaw dropped and her eyebrow shot up. “What? You didn’t think someone would notice you had on the same thing two days in a row? Honey, if you’re going to sneak around, you’ll have to do better than that!”

  “What are you, a stalker?” I blurted.

  “Heaven’s no,” she laughed, “I’m just a friendly neighbor.”

  I shot her a skeptical look. “You and I both know better than that.”

  She held up her hands. “What can I say, I’m an old lady and he’s gorgeous. I have to get my kicks somewhere!” At her confession we both busted out laughing.

  I couldn’t wait to tell Zane about this.

  That night I went to Lena’s apartment and she cooked me dinner. After dinner we watched a movie. She asked about Zane but I didn’t know what to tell her, so I told her nothing had happened since the night at Dragonfly. At midnight I crawled into bed. I was exhausted but couldn’t help but think about Zane and how I hadn’t heard from him all day. It had been a long time since I’d done this relationship thing and I wasn’t sure what to expect but something told me I should have heard from him by now. The more I thought about it the more worried I got. What if it was just a onetime thing? After last night, I wasn’t sure I could go back to the way things were before we slept together. I didn’t want to. However, if I’d learned one thing in life, it’s that we rarely get what we want. A strange noise interrupted my pending freak out and I paused to listen. A second later I heard it again. Someone was knocking on my apartment door. I threw back my covers and raced to the door to look through the peep hole. When I saw it was Zane, I pumped my fists in the air and did a booty shake. Then I settled back, took a calming breath and opened the door.

  “I know it’s late but I had to see you,” he announced. My heart melted into a puddle at his feet. I held open the door and waited for him to walk in.

  “Is everything okay?” I asked.

  “Everything is better than okay. I wanted to call you earlier from Whisky’s to tell you but it got busy and I had to wait until now.”

  His excitement was infectious. “Tell me what? Tell me what?” I urged.

  “I got the hotel.”

  “Your dad’s hotel in Winston?” I squealed. He nodded his head, yes, and I squealed again. “Oh my God, that’s awesome news, Zane!” He held out his arms and I lunged into them. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

  “Damn you feel good,” he murmured against my neck. His warm b
reath danced across my collarbone and I shivered. “Tell me about your day, Baby, I hope it was good?” Each time the man called me “Baby” his hold on me tightened a little more.

  I opened my mouth to tell him about my visit with Miss Weston and then decided to do one better, I would show him. “My day was good. In fact, I have a surprise for you.”

  He smiled and I felt it to my toes. “Oh yeah? Does it include you with no panties on?”

  “It can.” His laugh was followed by a disappointed groan when I dropped my feet to the floor. “Just hold your horses, I’ll be right back.”

  I waited for Zane to take a seat on the sofa and then raced to my room. As quickly as possible, I stripped off my pajamas and slipped the horrid looking Muumuu over my head. Oh no, It was too big! I glanced at myself in the mirror and gasped at what I saw. Then I started giggling. Zane was going to love this. This neckline might be appropriate on Miss Weston but on me it was obscene. The woman had at least two inches on me. Did she not account for size? I stared down at my toes peeking out and shrugged. This made a boob pop out, which, of course, made me laugh.