PosterBoyForAverage

by Sommer Marsden

  A noise that was somewhere between a moan and sob burst out of her and she clamped her hand over her mouth, unsure of where it had come from or why.

  Those denim-blue eyes opened and he smiled. The smile twisted his kissable lips in a way that only made her want for him that much bigger, that much fiercer.

  “What was that?” But Mike didn’t wait for an answer.

  He closed the small distance between them and dipped his head to lick her nipples. First the left one, until she squirmed in his arms, her pulse pounding between her legs. Her wetness starting to slicken her upper thighs. Then he moved to the right nipple, pinning her right there, standing right where he wanted her with his big hands on her hips. Strong hands. Hands that ripped and pounded and moved things for a living.

  Those hands were on her and they weren’t letting her go. And she was glad of it.

  He put his hand between her legs, cupping her mound. Just holding her. The heat of his fingers and palm bled into her skin and she thought her heart might burst. When she moved restlessly he slipped a finger down the split of her nether lips, dragging her wetness forward. He parted her and found her clitoris, pressing her own juices to that tight knot of tender flesh.

  “I want you,” he said.

  It was an obvious statement. Clearly he wanted her and she wanted him—they were standing here naked, after all. But the fact that he said it brought Aubrey down to the most humble of places. She felt her eyes prickle with tears when he said it. Had anyone been so remarkably honest with her before? She wasn’t sure.

  “I—” She stammered, bit her lip. But then he bit her lip for her, quickly soothing it with his tongue. She let her lips fall open, let his tongue dance across hers. She met every thrust and twist of his tongue with her own and Mike added a second finger to her pussy. Then a third.

  He thrust slowly, up as deep as he could go. Then he curled his fingers gently inside her, finding her G-spot with an ease that stole the breath from her lungs. He pressed her back two steps until her ass hit the wall. Then he used the leverage to get his fingers deeper inside her. Aubrey groaned, thrusting her hips now that she was stable, holding his shoulders with her shaking hands as he got her closer.

  “No one—” she managed. But then his thumb found her clitoris and pressed. She shuddered, so close. So very close. She could barely stand being in her own skin in that moment and yet the pleasure was so intense she could not imagine being anywhere else.

  “Tell me,” he said. His mouth pressed to the skin that pounded just above her pulse.

  Aubrey found his face with her hands and pulled him back to her lips. She kissed him fiercely, moving her hips desperately. “I want you too,” she sighed, wanting to say that more than anything.

  His fingertips were unfolding her. Breaking down her barriers while building up tension and pleasure as he fucked her with his fingers. Mike made a possessive sound and she felt her cunt grow tighter and then tighter still around his fingers. That noise from him nudged her even closer to a sweet, brutal release.

  “No one’s ever…” she panted. He kissed a hot line down her throat, biting at the flesh that pounded with the beat of her heart. His thumb was at her again, pressing and swirling until she was breathing hard as if she’d run a race.

  “Ever what, Aubrey?” His head dipped lower, dark hair standing out starkly against her paler skin.

  “No one’s ever made me come with just their fing—”

  The words were swallowed up in a rush of sultry moans and low groans as he thrust just deep enough, swirled just right. She was coming. Sagging against her bedroom wall, clutching at him. Letting him hold her up and keep her steady in the chaos of her orgasm.

  “Yeah? You were saying?” He grinned. Kissed her softly before capturing her left nipple between his teeth.

  Aubrey cupped his face in her hands, wanting to kiss him all over all at once, but settling on his full, soft lips.

  “Take me to bed, Mike,” she whispered.

  He nodded, as if coming to an important decision. He caught her up in his arms, put her over his shoulder in a classic fireman’s carry and took her the five big steps to the bed. When he put her down, it was gently.

  Aubrey sat on the edge of her bed. Unmade, she realized, but it was fine. It just meant less work to get to the cool, soft white sheets. He ran his thumb along her jawline, making her skin prickle with goose bumps. When his thumb made a sweep along her lower lip, she darted her tongue out and licked the tip. He made a startled sound and she chased his thumb and sucked it in. She drew on the tip like it was his sex.

  She heard his subtle gasp of surprise and her pussy grew slicker with the sound. Her body ached for him to fill her, but first she wanted to know what he tasted like on her tongue.

  Aubrey put her hands on his hips and steadied him as she licked along his hard shaft. He smelled like saltwater and fall air. He smelled perfect. She relished the taste of him in her mouth, the insanely soft slide of his cock against her lips.

  “Aubrey—”

  Mike tried to pull back. Probably because she’d requested a fuck and here she was sucking his cock. But she curled her fingernails against his flanks to steady him, sucking him deeper, letting her tongue play along the rim of his cock head. Pressing the very tip to the indentation on the head where that little slit gave up a gem of come.

  “Shh,” she said against his skin. Letting the rumble of her hushing him work its way up into his balls, his belly.

  It worked because he hissed softly, froze.

  “Just let me,” Aubrey said and proceeded to drive her mouth down as far as she could. She inhaled, relaxed, let the scent of him fill her head. Her lips brushed the base of his shaft and he was filling her throat. His fingers in her hair, the soft noises that came out of him. It all served to work her up so that her body literally thrummed for him. When he pulled free and stooped to kiss her, pushed her back, covered her body with his, she parted her legs and was ready for him.

  Eager for him.

  His lips were warm and tender and everywhere at once. On her lips, her cheeks, her shoulders, her nipples. He dragged them lower and skated them along her belly so that she jumped at the sensation. Just as Aubrey was about to laugh, he parted the split of her sex with his tongue and lapped at her clit until she was clutching her sheets and coming quickly. Her cunt was so wet, her body so ready, she tugged at him restlessly.

  “Hurry,” she laughed.

  “We’re not hurrying,” Mike said. He was smiling in the low light of her bedroom.

  “I know. But you’re driving me crazy. I don’t want to hurry but—” She let her fingers play along his thick forearms, felt the soft hair on his skin.

  “But?” He covered her pussy with his mouth, sucked gently.

  Aubrey felt the burst of pleasure, the slow tug, the drawing sensation. It all filled her lower body, spreading to her belly and then staining her chest with heat.

  “But…please?”

  “Since you asked so nicely.” Mike moved over her, pulled her legs up and spread her wide and then he was dragging the tip of his cock along her opening. “I’m clean as a whistle,” he said, his eyes serious for an instant.

  Her heart clapped crazily in her chest. “Me too. And I’m on the Pill. So if you want to—”

  She never got any further. He was sliding into her. Her body was so primed and eager for him that it was a blissful, slippery entrance that left her dizzy and holding him tight once he was all the way in. When that happened—when he had filled her all the way—Mike froze. Kissed her.

  She groaned. “Oh fuck. You have to—”

  He rocked his hips from side to side. Subtly. No big movements. No grand gestures. Just small, tender rocking motions that ground the base of his cock against her tender clit. He kissed her again, his tongue searing against hers.

  She came. Just like that. A small explosion in the softest place in her, her pussy spasming greedily around him, and him eating up the small pleasured sounds she
made.

  “There’s my girl,” he said, smiling against her cheek.

  Something in her broke, blossomed. Aubrey felt changed in that moment. She touched his face again, feeling the hardness of his jaw and the rasp of his stubble beneath her fingertips. She touched him that way because she had to. It was imperative to her heart—to what she was feeling.

  “Come for me,” she begged him. It became so important to her to feel his pleasure in that moment that the beat of her heart felt somehow bigger, bolder, than it had before.

  “I want just one more from y—”

  Aubrey shook her head, thrust her hips up and took him in as deeply as her body would allow. She wrapped her legs around his waist and shoved her fingers in his hair. She tugged just enough to give him small, sharp bites of pain along his scalp.

  He groaned and she squeezed her internal muscles as tightly as she could. When he groaned this time, she joined him, because the effort on her part stimulated her own body more than she’d anticipated.

  Her breath tore out of her in little bursts and gasps and he wrestled her hands up above her head, pinning them there against her pillow. Aubrey fought him just a little, just for show, enough to get the friction and the excitement up.

  He slammed into her so hard her head hit the headboard and she growled, “Yes.”

  She squeezed again and he hissed, shook his head. “Christ,” he said.

  It wasn’t a plea—it was an exclamation.

  “I want you to come. Come for me, Mike…” She moved up a bit faster. When she caught his eye she stared him down. “Please.”

  He bowed his head, shook it and went taut against her. His hands pinned her wrists so hard she could feel her trapped pulse hammering there.

  “Aubrey,” he said, and let himself go.

  Surprisingly, more to her than to him, when he came, she followed suit. Her body taking his in one more shuddering spasm.

  Then he was kissing her again and Aubrey felt more right than she could remember feeling.

  * * * * *

  Four a.m. was what the clock said. She felt kisses being laid down gently along her spine. Aubrey shivered in his arms. They’d shared food, they’d had a drink and they’d taken a shower. He’d told her some—not all—of the stress of the last several days and she’d kissed him until she thought she’d turn into a puddle of desire.

  He went down on her, pinning her there to the shower wall, eating her until she could only clutch at his hair and his shoulders and come apart all over again. Giving him what he sought with his tongue and his teeth and his lips.

  And here it was, more than half the night gone, and she was waking up to the feel of him touching her again. His hands claimed the tops of her thighs, anchoring her to him. Mike’s cock rode heavy and thick along the crack of her ass as he kissed the back of her neck, driving her to the place where a soft moan was her only option.

  “I was trying to wait until morning. I was trying to behave.” His fingers drifted down, parted her pussy lips. He found her clit with his finger and rubbed once. Then he pushed his finger into her mouth. “Suck,” he said softly.

  She did.

  His finger returned, wet with her saliva, and he began to rub her in firm, perfect spirals. Aubrey found her body responding immediately. Hips lifting, cunt growing wet. It was so easy for him to make her want him.

  “This is behaving?” Aubrey asked, turning her head to kiss him.

  Mike took the kiss she offered, pushing his fingers deep inside her. When she sighed, he groaned. “No, this is me failing miserably.”

  “I’m glad you failed.”

  She rolled onto her back, wrapped her arms around her neck, invited him with her body. They didn’t need to talk. The talking was unimportant. What was important was he was here and they were about to be together again.

  The rightness of it was startling and very scary, so Aubrey pushed it away.

  “I’m sorry I woke you.” His mouth slid from her throat to her belly. Along the way Mike licked her rib cage so she shimmied and jumped. It made her laugh and her laughter triggered his.

  “I wasn’t sleeping,” she managed as his lips placed soft, slow kisses on her hipbones.

  “You weren’t?” He drove his fingers deeper inside her, stroking the damp suede of her cunt.

  “No. I was dozing a little. Lying here just…” She shook her head and he kissed around her mound before finally sucking her clit. He lapped at her and his finger never stopped, delving, plunging, fucking.

  She arched up, the breath stolen from her lungs.

  His tongue circled her outer lips, moved to the crux of her thighs, gently brushed along her bare mound. He hovered near her clit—teasing her with what she wanted—even as he continued to work her with his thick fingers. “Just?” he chuckled.

  “Just…just…”

  “I’ll give you incentive.” He stopped torturing her, dragged his flattened wet tongue over her now-throbbing clitoris and sucked as he thrust his fingers deep.

  Aubrey came, somehow speaking even as her body rode a warm, sunshiny wave of pleasure, milking his fingers. “Just glad you were next to me. It’s been days. And then…there you were. Here you are.”

  “Yes, here I am,” he said softly. Mike pushed her to her belly and she went easily enough. He shoved a pillow beneath her hips and Aubrey complied. She felt warm and loose and perfectly happy having him place her just so. Goose bumps raced along her spine as he parted her thighs just a little, his hand traveling up her flank, her side, plunging into her hair. He touched her everywhere, taking his time and then kissed the back of her neck so she trembled.

  Aubrey pushed back when she felt the soft stroke of the head of his cock to her drenched slit. She bit her bottom lip and moved back to take him. Mike grabbed her hips to steady her but his entry and retreat were fluid. Whereas earlier it had been hot and teasing and somewhat fervent, this time it was lazy and sweet.

  He took her and he took his time doing it. Mike whispered things in her ear, pressing his lips to the lobe. The heat of his breath, the rumble of his words made her nipples rise up, hard and sensitive against the pillow beneath her.

  “I wanted you just like this. Under me.” He pressed his body to her back, spread her arms wide and covered them with his. His hands trapped her hands. His weight forced her down, squeezing the air out of her. Aubrey thought that if she were to die in that moment it was a perfect way to go.

  When the last of her air shivered out of her, he seemed to sense it. Mike rocked back, slipped a hand beneath her to find and stroke her clit. His rhythm stayed easy, as if they had all the time in the world.

  “Right here, like this…” he whispered. “Under me, coming for me.”

  She did it. Just as easy as breathing. When he said that, Aubrey came and it was perfect. Sweet and slow and warm. Like coming home.

  “There’s my girl,” he said for the second time that night.

  Aubrey couldn’t help but think of him saying they’d be a bad idea. How complicated his life was—not to her, but he seemed to feel so. All the barriers that could pop up. She swallowed hard around the lump that had suddenly budded in her throat. She simply turned her head and leaned forward to kiss his knuckles where they were clenched there in her bedding. Because he was climaxing and the feel of him coming undone for her was too wonderful to miss with worrying.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Aubrey turned and swatted with her arm. “What is that—”

  “Ouch!”

  She froze, realizing she wasn’t alone and that wasn’t her alarm. “Shit, I’m sorr—”

  But Mike was already sitting up, looking sleepy but frantic and accepting the call. “Hello? Well, take him back if you have to. I’ll be right th—”

  He listened and then ran a hand through his hair. The sunshine that splashed through her window showed her the tiny silver hairs she found so sexy in his hair. Aubrey wanted to touch them but curled her fingers against her thigh instead.

&n
bsp; “Ang—Angela!”

  She’d never heard him even sound mildly annoyed, let along angry. Aubrey stood, found her robe and slipped past him. This was time for them to be alone. She’d go make coffee.

  Bruce was at the foot of the steps, tail wagging maniacally, his toys strewn across the living room floor.

  “Someone had a late-night party,” Aubrey laughed. She found his collar and opened the sunroom for him to go outside.

  The morning was cool and the leaves were bright. Unbelievably so. Soon they’d be all over the ground. Maybe one more streak of Indian summer though, Aubrey thought. They were sneaking up on Halloween but almost always, Baltimore brought one more blush of summer before it let go for fall to fully settle in.

  When Bruce returned she followed him to the kitchen. He always led the way in case she got lost on her way to his food bowl. Aubrey put water on for coffee, filled Bruce’s bowls and watched him inhale his breakfast.

  “Last night was amazing,” she confessed to her own personal Batman. “But this morning makes me sad. I wish…you know.”

  “That I wasn’t so fucked-up and tangled in drama?” Mike came walking in, nothing on but jeans and a sheepish look.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to hear that.”

  Mike hopped onto a barstool at the breakfast bar as she poured the water into the French press. “It’s fine. Angela can just be…challenging.”

  “It’s a stressful thing,” Aubrey said, feeling like she was talking out of her ass. What did she know about raising a family or the stress of a sick child?

  “It is. And she makes it more so. Chuck is prone to panic attacks. Especially once he’s been in the hospital and they send him home.”

  She pushed the press down, watching the coffee rise and churn. It was so dark and smelled so good. Maybe it would make the morning a little better. “He gets scared. Feels like something bad will happen if he’s not at the hospital,” she said without thinking. That was something she did know about. Panic attacks. She’d had them off and on for years.