Wilson's Hard Lesson
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Michael rose to his full height again. Gazing down at Erin, licking her taste from his lips, he began to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his jeans. Erin watched, panting, eager to see what she had only ever imagined up to this point. Michael shoved his jeans down. His cock tumbled free, thick and heavy, veins standing out prominently along the engorged length and the fat head of it a deep red. Not just as Erin had pictured it – better. She spread her legs voluntarily and he gave her that shark grin.
Shouldering up under her knees, Michael pulled Erin’s ass to the very edge of the table. The cloth slid with her. Glassed tumbled over and silverware hit the floor. Erin laughed, anxious and excited at once. She watched him grasp his cock, stroke it a few times root to tip. He rubbed it against her mons, clear fluid leaking into her red curls and making them glisten. Moving the head lower, she felt it stroke down over her clit, and then slowly, Michael began to press inside. Erin inhaled sharply it had been months since she had a man inside her, and Zach – which satisfying – could not hold a candle to Michael when it came to size. Michael pulled his hand away and slid his palms under Erin’s ass, lifting her hips higher to give him just the right angle. He dug his fingers into her fleshy buttocks as he started to rock in and out, pushing deeper with every stroke. His lips pressed together and he grunted, air escaping his nostrils. He kept his gaze locked with hers, even as her body shifted with every thrust and her breasts rolled back and forth. Erin grabbed at them to make them stop moving. She saw Michael’s eyes flash and she gave him a sly grin. “You want me to play with them for you, baby?” she asked, breathy. She began to pluck at her nipples, tease and pinch them into hard little knots. “You like that?”
He answered with a growl and his hips began to pump faster. Erin moaned and arched her back. She dug her heels into his shoulders and pushed her pelvis up into his thrusts. “Harder!” she ground out. “Give it to me! Oh, god, don’t stop – don’t stop – don’t stop!”
“Take that cock,” Michael snarled at her, lips curled back from those white teeth. “Yeah – that’s it – oh, girl, you are so good…getting so wet…yeah…”
And Erin could hear it, the slick, sticky sound of his cock sliding in and out of her. She could feel her orgasm building, preparing to break through, the drag of his cock along her clit and the deep throbbing of it plunging into her. She jerked sharply. Her toes spread and she drew her knees in toward her chest. “Yeah,” she whined, twisting under Michael. “Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Yeah – oh – god, yes, baby, oh!”
Michael did not stop. He captured one of her legs when threatened to writhe away, jerked her back toward him, and kept thrusting into her wildly until he let out a string of expletives. Erin felt the rush of heat, and felt it pushing out of her, trickling down over her buttocks, until Michael finally slowed down and withdrew completely. She moaned as soon as she felt him leave her, instantly missing the stretch and fullness. Dazed, she lay there, head rolling against the table. Her arm flopped over to one side, and her hand landed right into the casserole dish of still-warm food.
Just when she thought she could not handle any more stimulation, Michael decided to put her to the test. She felt his face between her legs again, his tongue moving in lazy swirls around her clit and labia. “Oh, god, no more!” she begged, trying to clamp her thighs shut around his head. She felt the huff of his breath against her mons as he chuckled. A moment later, he began pulling at her, dragging her to sit up. Erin sagged against him, smiling. “You,” she said, poking him in the chest, “are a nasty, nasty man.”
He cupped her chin and tilted her face up. “But you like it,” he replied, voice low and thick. Bending down, he kissed her, and she could taste them both on his lips, the tang of their combined fluids. She had no problem kissing after a guy went down on her, and she liked that Michael could do that even after spilling inside her. “Mm,” she said, licking it up.
He helped her down from the table and she clung to him, her legs still a bit unsteady. They looked down at the mess they had made of the dining room, and then at each other. And then started to laugh.
“We need to clean up,” Erin said. “This mess.” She motioned to the table, and then trailed her fingers over his torso. “And this one.”
“I think I’d like to start with this one,” Michael said, capturing her hand and drawing it up to his lips.
They found themselves upstairs in Erin’s bathroom. Desire saw a swift revival as their soapy bodies pressed together, Michael enfolding Erin in his arms, kisses deep and slow. Pulling back, he turned her around. Erin did not need verbal instruction. She placed her hands against the wall and leaned forward, feet apart. Michael entered her from behind. Leaning over her, he reached under and cupped her breasts and kissed her shoulders while the water streamed down over their skin. He moved languidly, pushing into her, holding there a moment before drawing out again. He teased her clit and then her asshole, until he had her sobbing, legs shaking as she came again and again.
Michael left Erin in her bed before going back downstairs. She could hear him moving around, the clatter of dishes, and knew he had to be cleaning up the dining room. She looked over at the clock on her nightstand. Mom wouldn’t be home for another two hours or more. Erin felt sleepy, her body heavy and sated from all the great sex. Guilt had not set in…yet.
But it would.
Chapter Eight
Erin woke up the next morning to find herself alone – not just in bed, but in the house. She had fallen asleep before Mom came home. If she and Michael had fought, Erin would not have noticed. She got up and dressed. She felt tender from taking Michael’s big cock not once but twice. Unfortunately, that sensitivity just served as a physical reminder of what she had done. This was a mistake, she thought.
The dining room looked like it always did when not in use. No one would ever know that Erin had been nailed across that table last night by a man almost twice her age and married to her mother. God, Mom is going to find out. I just know it. She’ll kill me. Or Michael. Or both of us. Damn!
She knocked on the door to the master bedroom and then poked her head inside. The bed had been made, everything looked in order. Out of curiosity, she went to Michael’s dresser and opened the drawers to find his clothes still inside. Okay, so he hadn’t left. She lingered over one of his t-shirts, tempted to take it. You’re in this deep enough; stop it! She slammed the drawer shut and left the room.
Going back upstairs, she sat down on her bed. And she made a big decision. “I can’t stay here anymore. I can’t be near him. We can’t control ourselves, and I don’t want to hurt Mom any more than I already have.” Not that she even had proof that her mother knew. She figured if she left, it would allow Michael to focus on Mom, to find his way back to the feelings that brought them together a year ago.
She returned to Corrine’s apartment. Corrine had given her a key so she could come and go as she pleased. She had told Erin yesterday of plans to go up to Milwaukee with her mom to visit one of her aunts for the weekend. Erin would have the apartment to herself, which would give her time to think.
Her phone chimed. Picking it up, Erin felt her heart miss a beat when she saw a text message from Michael.
She did not reply. Five minutes later, another text came in.
Erin sighed. Finally, she sent an answer, giving him the address.
Michael showed up almost an hour later. He looked haggard, like he had not slept, dark circles under his eyes and his hair sticking up in places.
“Okay,” Erin said, once she had closed the door. She turned to face him. “Let’s talk. Let’s talk about how we need to stop this. I don’t want to hurt my mother. If she finds out her husband is screwing her daughter…” She shook her head. “I don’t know what she’ll do. I just feel like it wouldn’t be good.”
“You’re right,” Michael said, his voice sounding raspier and tired. “Right after I finished cleaning up last
night, I left the house. I drove around, stopped at a bar, had a few drinks. And I thought. I thought about what we did. About your mother. About how I would feel if I had a son and found out she was had sex with him.” He paused. “I also thought about you, and how you would be hurt by all this.”
“Me?” Erin blinked, surprised.
“Yes. You may not realize it, but I found myself drawn to you the first time I saw you at the Pancake House. Physically, I’ve always been attracted to redheads. But I had no intention of ever acting on that attraction. As we talked over breakfast, I found myself feeling something more. A…kinship, I guess you could say. You’re smart and funny and vibrant. I really didn’t hold out any hope of ever seeing you again, and I figured I would be safe…but then I saw you later that night, and found out you’re my wife’s daughter…I mean, neither of us knew, up until that moment…but those feelings in me, the feelings that formed in that first meeting, weren’t showing any signs of changing. And the more your mom pushed us to hang out together and get to know each other better, the deeper I felt myself descending. I hated it. Right now, I hate myself, more than anything. I don’t know why this happened. I have never been inclined to be unfaithful. But lately, I’ve started to realize that I might have made a mistake. I didn’t know your mother was a workaholic, I haven’t been with her long enough, but when she wouldn’t make time for her own daughter? Well, that put things into perspective.” He took a step toward Erin, closing the space between them, and reached up to brush her cheek with his knuckles. “And then I kissed you, and I couldn’t make sense of anything anymore.” Michael stared deep into Erin’s eyes. “You want me as much as I want you, but we’re both trapped by our loyalty to your mother. You’ve been trying to avoid me so much, you won’t even come home. The home where you grew up. You have more right than I do to be there.”
“But you can’t leave, either,” Erin said, trying to ignore the tremors moving through her at the simplest touch of his hand. “You must love my mother, that’s why you married her, right?”
“I thought I did,” Michael admitted. “But aside from the occasional sex, we’re actually strangers to each other. She’s hardly ever home. You said she’s always been like that and you’ve had years to adapt to that behavior, but I thought it was just temporary. I thought it happened once in a while. I work, too, but I also like to have a life away from work – like spending time with the person I chose to spend my life with. Going to baseball games…making out in parked cars…” As he spoke, he drew closer. His voice dropped lower, until it became a whisper. “Having sex on the dinner table…”
Erin’s breath started coming in shorter huffs, her pulse quickening. She tilted her chin up as Michael leaned down, his hand curling around the back of her neck as he kissed her. She inhaled against his mouth, a shaky gasp, but instead of pushing him away she found herself pressing up against him. Just as Michael said, they were caught in a trap – not one of loyalty to her mother, but an uncontrollable need for each other. They fit together in every way.
Michael swept her up and carried her over to the sofa. Clothes started coming off. That voice that kept telling her not to let this go on had fallen silent. All Erin could hear now was the sound of her pounding heart, of their ragged breaths, and her longing for this man who might not be perfect but seemed perfectly matched to her. She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck as his cock filled her. Her teeth grazed his shoulder and she whimpered in delight at every thrust.
Slipping a hand under her ass, Michael lifted her up and turned until he sat with her astride him. Erin held his face as she rolled her hips and rode up and down on his thick rod. He brought one of her breasts to his mouth and she watched as he licked and blew on her nipple. Holding onto her again, he moved them to the floor, Erin on her back on the thick shag rug. She reached down and dug her nails into his ass as he sped them toward the finish line. Afterwards, he held her close and pressed kisses all over her face and neck.
“This can’t happen again,” Erin whispered, as she drew random patterns on his chest with her fingertip. Tossing her bangs out of her eyes, she looked up at him, her expression solemn. “No more, after this.”
As much as it pained them both, Michael grimaced and nodded. “Okay.”
Chapter Nine
By the end of June, Erin received a call from the aquarium in response to the resume she had submitted upon her return to Chicago. One interview later, and Erin found herself employed as a research assistant and marine animal care specialist. She had talked Corrine in letting her sublet the second bedroom of her apartment temporarily until she could get a place of her own.
She had not seen or spoken to Michael since the afternoon he came by Corrine’s place. He had honored the pact that they made not to let this…thing…go any further. Oh, she ached for him. Those first few nights, she had even cried herself to sleep. This is why I don’t believe in God, she thought. Why would he put the perfect man for me on this planet but give him to a woman who doesn’t appreciate him? And why did that woman have to be my mother?
Bit by bit, she began removing her belongings from the house in Evanston. She would wait until Michael had gone to work and go for another load. She stopped by the hospital to tell her mother about her new job and moving in with Corrine. Mom had been happy for her, and very supportive. “And now you and Michael will have me out of your hair,” she had said, trying to make light of it. “You’ll be able to get back to enjoying married life with no kids around.”
On her last trip to the house, Erin had just finished packing the last box when she glanced out the window overlooking the back yard and saw Michael coming up from the garage. Her eyes widened and her heart leapt to her throat. Oh, no, she thought. What is he doing here?
“He lives here, idiot,” she muttered to herself.
She grabbed up the box, and started down the stairs. Two steps from the bottom, she lost her grip on the slightly heavy, cumbersome package and in trying to catch it, wound up twisting her ankle and tumbling down to the floor. “Shit!” she cried out in frustration and pain.
Michael came running from the kitchen, alarmed. The color drained from his face when he saw Erin sprawled at the base of the stairs. “Jesus, Erin!” he muttered, and knelt at her side. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” she said. No, you’re not. Not when he’s this close to you…not when he’s touching you. “Please – really – I’m okay.” She started to get up only to yelp the moment she put weight on her right foot. “Oh, god! It hurts!”
“I don’t think it’s a fracture,” Michael said. “Best case scenario, you just hit the ankle really hard and it’s in shock; worst case, a sprain.” He started to pull her arm around his neck in preparation to pick her up. “Come on – let’s get you to the living room. I need the light so I can take a look at it.”
“I don’t –“
“Erin, please.”
Despite the sharp edge to his voice, Erin saw fear in his eyes. Then she remembered. His girlfriend…the one who slipped on the stairs, causing her to miscarry. Erin nodded. “Okay,” she said softly.
Michael scooped her up easily and carried her to the living room. He placed her on one of the club chairs and put her injured foot on the hassock. Very carefully, he unlaced her sneaker and slipped it off along with her sock. “All right,” he said, “I’m going to move it around very carefully. I want you to tell me where you feel the most pain. That will help me to determine if you had a sprain.”
“How do you know so much about these things?” Erin asked. “You’re not a doctor for humans.”
He smiled at her. “I used to play baseball in high school, even thought I might go into it as a career…until I did a slide into second the same time the baseman caught the ball. He went to step on the base and wound up stomping on my ankle – with cleats. Snapped the bone in two places. I have a metal pin in there, now, and have to carry a card around whenever I go through airport security.”
“Well,” Michael said, “it looks like I was right about the shock to the ankle. Stay right there.” He got up and disappeared around the corner. A minute later, he returned with a bag of frozen peas, which he placed against her ankle. “Icing it will bring down any swelling. You should be okay, but it’s going to be bruised for a few days.”
“Okay.” Erin looked up at him and offered a small smile. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
He did not move away immediately. Erin glanced down and saw his hand resting on the chair’s arm, very close to her own. Unable to resist, knowing she shouldn’t, Erin let her fingers inch over toward his. Michael’s hand twitched, but instead of pulling back, he turned his palm up. Their fingers laced together. Erin looked up and found Michael gazing down at her. Her lips parted. She had so many things she wanted to say to him but she could not make the words come out. She gulped.
Michael leaned down.
Erin let out a little sigh when his lips brushed hers. She reached up with her other hand, fingers threading into his short hair, holding onto him as she opened to his tongue. Soft and wet, a loving caress, reassuring, comforting.
“What in the hell is going on, here?”
They broke apart, Michael releasing Erin’s hand and stepping away from the chair. Mom stood in the doorway, hazel eyes flashing as she looked from Michael to Erin and back again. “Marianne,” Michael said, “she fell on the stairs, I was just –“
“I know what you were ‘just,’” Mom snapped. “I saw what you ‘just.’” Her heels clicked hard across the wood floor as she moved to Erin and bent to take a look under the frozen peas at her ankle. She looked up at Michael again, glaring. “What the hell were you doing, sticking your tongue down my daughter’s throat?”