by Ellen Mint
Hooking her hands in place, she unzipped his pants. She expected him to wiggle free himself, but Marty whispered in the hollow below her ear, “Take ’em off.”
Slowly, she tugged on the hips of his trousers. Boxers? Briefs? Hearts on them either way? They didn’t have to fall far before she realized the truth.
Commando.
A tan cock, with a head as red as his blushing cheeks, rose into her palm. She circled her thumb along the foreskin, causing Marty to buck his hips. “I always knew,” she said, widening her hand and gliding it down the full length of his shaft.
Then Romeo became putty, especially as she cupped his balls and nestled her palm in the burrow of black hair.
“Knew…knew what?” he gulped.
Brandy smiled and raised her torturous hand higher to once again circle the crown. “That you were packing heat.” She was about to laugh at her stupid pun, when a breeze brushed against the part of her spine that’d been covered by her bra.
“Wait until you see what it can do in the wild,” he whispered, and guided her fingers to hold him tighter. One-handed, Marty tugged the straps of her bra off her shoulders, freeing her breasts. She had to release him to toss it aside and expected Marty to put her hand right back.
But he stared in wonder at her chest, his cock twitching as it hardened. “Me luces tan bella,” he cried and swept his palms over her naked breasts. A thousand feelings swept through Brandy at once. Joy at him finally touching her, regret at how long it had taken, pain for the loss she could never escape, fear that it could all go wrong…and, overpowering it all, happiness. A strange, unending giddiness lightened her body until she’d swear it was floating.
“Are you laughing?” he whispered as he released her breasts and cupped his hands down her stomach to the khakis remaining in the way.
Brandy tried to shake it off, but another giggle escaped. “I’m sorry,” she sputtered. “It’s not you, it’s…” She couldn’t explain it, and, afraid that Marty might grab his balls and go home, she kissed him hard. The joyful laughs subsided as he fumbled with her pants. Unaware of the inside button, Marty tried to tug them aside.
They slipped a few inches down and Brandy was about to help, when he shook his head. “I will uncover the secrets below,” he declared. First, he placed her hands on his hips and crooked his fingers down inside her waistband.
Brandy strained higher, sucking in to try and help. The button was right there. He had to have felt it. But Marty moved lower, the edge of his nails scraping down the front of her panties. With his tongue, he lapped her bottom lip into his mouth. With his hand, he reached into her pants until he could draw a slow trail straight down her pussy.
“God,” she gasped into his mouth, feeling Marty smile at her response. His exploring finger worked its way around the elastic of her underwear and pleas dripped from Brandy’s lips.
But he started to slip away, as if afraid she wasn’t ready. To hell with that. She reached out and cupped his cock. Giving a steady jerk to the pliant skin, she watched Marty’s smirk of satisfaction collapse into awe.
He ransacked his finger through her panties, pulling as hard as he could on the edge until…
“You’re so wet.” Marty groaned at the same moment she did. Taking his time, he swirled through her entrance, softly caressing the lips aching for something harder to cup. She didn’t stop her impromptu hand job, her confidence rising the harder his cock plumped in her grip.
From inside her depths, his finger emerged and flicked against her clit. As he did so, he thrust his hips, leaving Brandy panting in time with him. Fuck, it was so…perfect.
Brandy wanted more. She tried to tug off her pants with one hand, yanking down on the waistband, only to have them snag. What…?
The button.
She paused in her jerking, which caused Marty to slow as well. I want you. Brandy reached for her pants. I hope you want me too. Undoing the infernal button, she tugged off the jeans, leaving herself in only a pair of black panties.
“Please,” Marty shouted so suddenly that she nearly jumped. After picking up her hand, he let her knuckles graze his lips as he whispered, “Please let me inside you.”
As Brandy nodded, Marty leaped onto the bed. He tugged on their handhold and patted the mattress beside him. Giddy, she clambered up. Marty swept his hands along her breasts and her belly, before flexing against her ass.
With both hands wrapped around her buttocks, he flipped Brandy onto her back. Legs flew everywhere, leaving her terrified she might kick him in the nose. But Marty avoided all manner of limb threats and pinched the hips of her underwear.
She gave another nod, this time having to bite her lip to keep from squealing. To be certain this wasn’t a dream. Marty smiled in response and bent over her.
“Beautiful,” he said and kissed right above her belly button. Shifting, he tugged her panties an inch lower. “Enchanting.” Another kiss was placed below. “Gorgeous.” Each word invited a touch of his lips ever farther down her body. So too went her panties, leaving Brandy clenching her toes in anticipation.
At her knees, Marty abandoned stripping her fully. He rested on his stomach, caressing one hand with up the side of her thigh, and the other… Barely the tips of his fingers fluttered across her labia, the touch so slight she wasn’t certain if she’d imagined it. Then another.
Each return of his gentle caress sent a stronger throb pulsing through her body. She gnashed on her lips, her limbs locking in place to keep herself from thrusting onto Marty’s fingers. If it weren’t for her panties locked around her knees, she’d have splayed herself wide open for him.
Fuck, the ache riding clear across her lower belly was only getting worse. His soft, tender strokes were setting her up higher and higher, but she couldn’t see the end. Even as he slipped his way to her clit, teasing the full hood until Brandy began to whimper, she feared dying before coming, as if her body wasn’t strong enough to survive this long torture of pleasure.
“I need you,” Brandy sputtered, concerned tears might rise in her voice.
“You have me ensnared,” he said, scraping his nails up the outside of her thigh and around to the bottom of her ass.
Oh God. She shuddered, tempted to lie back and let him continue until her heart gave out. No. Hooking an elbow under her, Brandy stared into Marty’s illuminating eyes. “Not all of you,” she said.
His smile burned bright and he scrambled on top of her. When he needed his hand to strum her nipple, he’d tug on her panties with the other. When her hair had to be brushed back, he fumbled to toss away her underwear with his foot. Marty gave his all to get her naked, easing her panties nearly off until they hung upon a single ankle.
But it didn’t matter as he rose above her, pressing his arms astride her head and deeper into the mattress, brushing her inner thighs farther apart with his legs, and resting his cock right above her soaked pussy.
“Marty, I don’t…” She gulped, realizing that she hadn’t been on birth control for over a year. “I’m not protected.”
He smirked and reached down for his jeans that had somehow tumbled to the side of the bed. “Good thing I’m always prepared,” he said, easing a silver condom onto his cock.
“Since when?” Brandy laughed. In the two years she’d known him, Marty had been many things, but a boy scout was not one of them.
“Since it came to you,” he whispered and guided the tip of his cock to her.
God, yes! Brandy hooked her leg around his hip, pulling Marty deeper inside. Her sparkly pink dildo was no comparison to the full breadth of a man stretching her beyond belief. A sharp cry almost escaped from her, but it quickly subsided thanks to a rush of pleasure.
Looking up, she stared deep into Marty’s gaze, lost in his passionate eyes. Locked together, he began to thrust. Every brush of his hips against her thigh was answered by her pushing herself onto him. She wanted him so deep he was gasping for air.
Marty picked her hand up off his back. He bundl
ed it in his and they stretched higher together. As he did so, his pumping body pressed against nearly all of her.
Fuck! His pubic bone found her clit. Brandy wanted to cry in euphoria, Marty finding her G-spot, and his glorious pelvis… A warm kiss, sweet as honey, took her. Marty kissed her again, as soft as the way he thrilled her pussy with his fingers. All the while, his cock rammed through her. Fingers threaded together in an innocent handhold, lips offered tender kisses of promise, and her body burned to a cinder from how he rode her.
“Oh God!” Brandy cried against his mouth, her body succumbing to the orgasm that trilled through her veins. It washed across her in cacophonous waves, each pulse bringing more pleasure that wouldn’t ebb. She clung to it like a hoarder, fear rising that this could be the last one she’d ever know.
“Brandy.” Her name whispered through the air. She watched his lip quiver with the B, his mouth parting into a smile. Raising his head higher, Marty cried out, “Brandy,” once more and collapsed onto her.
His dark hair nestled across her breasts. Their slick bodies pooled together as they both struggled to breathe. Even as he drifted in and out through his orgasm, Marty held her hand.
She’d gotten it wrong with her dream. All demanding and tense. This was the real Marty. Romantic, passionate, sweet and surprisingly sensible. This was the better Marty.
Chapter Twenty-One
An arm lay across hers, masculine with its sharper lines and wider wrist. Brandy was entranced by a mole that, at the angle they lay, folded into a heart. An entire naked man pressed to her back, his thighs cradling her buttocks, his lips whiffling in sleep against the nape of her neck. But all she could focus on was that arm.
How foreign it felt to have another resting on top of her, limp fingers shielding hers as if he should hold her hand at a moment’s notice. How familiar it was, to be cupped entirely by someone she trusted and cared for.
A bright smile on her lips, Brandy snuggled deeper into Marty’s slumbering embrace. As she did so, she must have brushed against him enough to cause his slow breath to spurt as he woke. The slumbering fingers locked around her hand for a moment before he curled his palm over her stomach.
Hot words brushed across her throat. “Morning.”
“It’s still dark out,” she said.
“So?” Marty tugged on her, flipping her around until she stared deep into his mischievous gaze. “It must be after midnight.”
“You’re sure of that?”
He cracked into a smile, the other half buried in her pillow. “I’d say my performance required the full allotted hour.” Slowly, he drew his hand up her side, dipping the heel of his palm down to brush against her nipple. Leaning closer, Marty whispered, “And another half-hour for encores.”
“Is this your way of asking how I found it?” she said, then kissed him.
The shrug seemed to say, ‘I care not’ but she knew Marty. Knew the way his eyes darted from the side, how he kept reassuringly petting her. He was worried.
“It was…you’re wonderful,” Brandy said and dove down for a proper kiss. The knit blanket slipped from her shoulders, exposing her naked body to the glow of the streetlights. The blanket tumbled around her hip like those old Renaissance paintings, and she felt Marty reaching for it. Did he intend to cover them both up? Return to a light sleep?
She got her answer in the form of his hand curling around her ass. He tried to rise above her, but she had the high ground now. Precariously balanced on her hand, Brandy brought her body flush to his, to find that his cock had decided it was morning for both of them. A low moan escaped from the lips cradling hers and she tried to move in sync with it.
Pain swarmed up her wrist, which was stretched to breaking point thanks to all her weight on it. She tried to ignore it and swept her free hand through Marty’s soft belly fur. Brandy made her way down the treasure trail pointing to his hardening dick, when a great rumble broke below.
Even Marty blinked in surprise at how loud his stomach cried out for food. An awkward moment, to be sure, between two people sharing their bodies for the first time. But Brandy didn’t fluster or try to charge past it. She smiled. “If you wanted breakfast, you could have just asked.”
With a laugh, he answered, “Guess I shouldn’t have skipped dinner…or lunch.”
Sighing, she rolled to the side and onto her feet. “That won’t do.” Brandy reached for her robe, but paused and picked up Marty’s shirt instead. Slinging that around her body, she watched him stare with rapt attention as she slowly buttoned away her breasts. “How does eggs benedict sound?”
“Treasonous,” Marty said as he chuckled. “And far too much work.”
“Mm, I’d say you’re worth it,” she responded.
“Am I now? Oh, or you mean… So, for reference’s sake, what would you say is worthy of a cheesecake? Or those rum balls you made last Christmas?”
Brandy brushed her palm under his jaw. “You’ll have to figure it out.”
“I intend to,” he declared and kissed her with the same sexual heat that had tugged her into bed.
As his lips slipped to the corner of her mouth, her heart seized control. “I love you,” she whispered. A sentiment she’d once shared as easily as breathing, it now locked around her tongue like barbed wire. Deny it, hide from it, refuse to contemplate it, but there it is out in the open.
Marty stared in surprise and the confident woman shrank to the old terrified Brandy. “Eggs!” she shouted before he could speak. “I was going to make eggs. I will make eggs. Maybe pancakes too. I forget if I have any milk. Silly me, I always have milk. Never know when there might be a baking emergency!”
With that pathetic display, she dashed for the kitchen, leaving Marty alone in her bedroom. It wasn’t until the pot was on the stove, butter melting away to a fine layer of tasty fat, that the full ramifications struck her.
She’d never told another man that before. Because she’d never loved another man besides her ex-husband. Not ex, dead. Somehow, him being an ex seemed easier. To abandon the relationship instead of having it cut off by fate until only tattered edges sliced through her life.
“Come on, stupid shame. I know you’re coming for me.” She’d felt it in every damn thing she did since the day Kevin had died. The first time she’d had to open a piece of mail with his name on it. Stopping by the store and walking past the pack of gum he always bought. Not making cherry-filled donuts on his birthday because no one was there to celebrate.
And here she was, sleeping with another man. Making eggs for him dressed in his shirt. Loving him. Really, truly, so deeply in her heart it stung every second to be without him, loving him.
Absently, she wound her hand around her neck. There was no necklace holding a ring. Brandy had stopped wearing it days back. But it didn’t mean that Kevin had left her heart too. All their years together, their struggles, their joys—she didn’t want to lose them.
But it was time for her to have more. To grow her heart to fit more. To find new adventures. New highs, no doubt new struggles and a love that was both familiar and very different.
Brandy glanced over her shoulder to find the picture of Kevin from when they’d first opened the bakery. “You’d like him. He’s hilarious and…sweet.”
Oh crap. She’d forgotten to ask Marty how he took his eggs. Despite every silly moment they’d shared at the bookstore, that one had never come up. Turning down the heat, she dashed back to her room and froze as a familiar voice rose from her bed.
“I was wrong and I…I need you back. Please, let’s give this another go. Call me soon, babe.”
Love?
He hadn’t imagined it, right? She’d said it before slipping off to make him breakfast. Why did that make him sound like some secretary-chasing 1950s troglodyte?
Her ass did look great, though. His shirt barely reached around what she had going on, leaving two perfect little eclipses below.
Focus, man. Okay, one more thought on her bubble butt straining from
below the linen. And her tits…
Love? Really?
Right after sex. No peacocks and violin symphony required?
Shaking his head, Marty did the only thing that made sense in the world and put on his pants. He needed something to do. Sure, Brandy was…and he had…they had…boy, had they ever! But there was a lot of baggage in her past.
His too, come to think of it.
Frowning, he fished out his phone under the pretense of checking the time. And not because he wanted to play the latest version of Sheep Wars, which added a vengeful goose in an eyepatch. In doing so, he spotted three missed calls…from her.
“And a voicemail,” Marty whispered to himself. Without a second thought, he pressed play and Janeth’s voice filled Brandy’s bedroom.
“Martin.”
He gritted his teeth at that despised version of his name.
“I know that you are having trouble forgiving me. You have every right to be angry, even if I never said anything to the contrary about our being exclusive.”
“Because when one says ‘I wanna be your boyfriend’ they really mean ‘but you can fuck whoever you want. It’s cool.’”
Janeth coughed over the recording, as if she’d realized she’d overstepped her bounds. The sweet voice he heard more when the camera was on than off took over. “I was wrong and I…I need you back. Please, let’s give this another go. Call me soon, babe.”
She wanted him back? Just like that. Forget everything that had happened with Aiden and try again? Marty glared at his phone, both of his thumbs hooked over the screen as if the tiny devil ordered him to call her and the angel warned him off. Or maybe it was the other way around.
“You can’t.”
He whipped his head up to find Brandy standing right outside her door. Did she…? The stern flat lips and pale face told him before he needed to ask.
When he didn’t answer, she spoke for him. “Marty, seriously. She’s cheating on you.”
“Cheated. Once.” His brain, in an emotional frenzy, found its way back to the pedantic quackery that Eldon thrived in. Too bad it had never worked for him.