by Aimie Grey
*
“God, you’re so fucking sexy.”
“I know,” I said as I pulled my dress over my head. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Once we were both naked, he backed me up against the bed. “Nope. Remember rule number three? No beds.”
“But you fucked that chick on a bed.” If he weren’t so desperate, I’d say he was whining.
“Yes, but that was different. Three people fucking, especially when they aren’t all completely sober, calls for a bed. Safety first and all.”
“Why do I find that so hard to believe?”
“Fine, I knew it was your bed and the thought of tormenting you made me horny. Happy?”
“Very. Back to the subject at hand. Colton’s asleep across the hall, and it’s not like we can do it on the front lawn.”
“He’s eight.”
“That’s my point,” he replied, gently pinching my nipples.
“Did he wet the bed last night?”
“What? No!”
“Does he know where the refrigerator and the bathroom are?”
“Yes.”
“Does he know how to read?”
“Of course. What are you getting at?”
Thomas had gone almost completely soft, but I was okay with that. Seeing how many times in a row I could get him hard without letting him come sounded like fun.
“Tape a note to your bedroom door and then meet me out back.” Not bothering to cover myself up, I stepped through the French doors leading to the back yard.
“What should this note say?”
“You’re a smart man. I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”
Even during the summer, the air still became slightly chilly after sunset. It was just enough to harden my nipples and give me a light dusting of goose bumps.
Waiting for Thomas, I lay down on a cushioned chaise lounge and looked up at the few stars that poked through the overcast sky.
When I saw movement in the house, I spread my legs a little and began playing with the glow-in-the-dark stud tucked in between them.
“That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” said a completely naked Thomas as he stepped onto his manicured lawn. How had I not seen him like that before?
“Get over here and show me how hot you think it is.” Scooting back a little farther and hooking one heel through the loop of each of the long armrests, I silently invited him to come over and join the fun. Within seconds, he was lying on his stomach, staring at my pussy as if it were about to put on a Broadway show.
“Are you just going to lie there and look at it all night?”
“I can’t decide what I want to do first,” he said as the tip of his finger toyed with my clit.
“Then I’ll choose for you: eat it, then fuck it.”
He licked his lips as his fingers spread my pussy for further visual examination, and I thought for sure I’d come on the spot.
“Look how wet you are. I bet it wouldn’t take much to make you come.” One of his long fingers traced lightly over my piercing, continuing lower, before finally slipping inside my cunt.
“Oh, God.” Fingering had never done much for me, but watching him watch his finger slide in and out of me and his thumb toy with my clit was one of the most erotic and intimate moments I’d ever experienced. I just needed a little bit more.
“You’re ready to detonate, aren’t you?” he asked as he added a second finger.
Clenching my teeth, I refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing he could make me come so easily.
He flashed his signature arrogant grin my way before leaning in for a single lick. That one swipe of his tongue was all it took. As hard as I tried to make my orgasm seem insignificant, I couldn’t stop the spasm that ran through my entire body.
“Ready for the main course?” he asked as he rolled a condom down his thick cock. Any plans I’d had to make him work for it went right out the window. I wanted that fat cock in me, and I wasn’t willing to wait.
“Now.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Thomas
This woman was going to be the end of me. She’d just come insanely hard while I studied her pussy. Now all I could think about was how good the tight grip her pussy had on my fingers would feel on my cock.
By ordering me to fuck her, she was trying to stay in control of the game, but I knew who was really in charge: my dick. Unfortunately for my attempt at a power shift, T.J. thought Juli’s idea was fucking genius.
Plunging into her tight heat never got old, but this time almost felt like it was our first as my bare flesh rubbed against hers. Going bare everywhere is the only thing that could have possibly felt any better, but that would never happen. I wouldn’t let it, but I could pretend.
“Damn, that’s good,” I said, picking up the pace. The lawn furniture was awkward, so my arms were busy supporting my weight over her gorgeous body, but I desperately wanted to touch her.
Between the slight angle of the makeshift bed and her height, I couldn’t reach her tits with my tongue or teeth. Needing my mouth on her somewhere, I dropped my lips to hers and plundered her mouth with my tongue.
Damn, she tasted good.
Before I had my fill, she pushed me away, staring up at me with pleasant bewilderment in her expression. I couldn’t take it anymore.
With a few awkward maneuvers, I flipped our positions, earning myself two overflowing handfuls of breasts. Holy fuck. They were real. How had I not noticed before?
Angling them up, I sucked one of her nipples as hard as I could and teased the tip with my teeth. The hint of pain had her hips speeding up as she rode me with abandon. Shifting my attention to the right, I flicked her other nipple with my tongue, which led to her grinding her clit against me.
Keeping my hands on them, I pulled back to look at both of her tits at once. I couldn’t help but wonder what they’d look like with a small barbell running through the tip of each one. Between that image and the way she was working her hips like a pro, I was barely holding on.
“Please, Juli. Please come. I need you to come,” I rambled, most likely incoherently. Releasing her breasts, I licked one of my fingers and moved it between her legs. Rubbing with the same desperation I felt in my dick, she came undone, squeezing around me, leaving me no choice but to come as well.
The last thing I remember was her pulling off of my dick and collapsing on top of me. We must have lain like that for hours because when we woke up, the grass was damp with early morning dew.
“Mornin’,” I said around the sleep in my throat.
“Too early,” she complained, her body still pinning me to the lounger.
“We need to get up before Colton comes looking for us and gets a good look at your perfect ass.”
“Okay, okay,” she agreed but didn’t move.
Grabbing two handfuls of ass, I scooted to the end of the chaise and was grateful I’d paid extra for the non-tip weighted base.
With the terrible mechanics I had to use to get to my feet, I nearly dropped her before managing to juggle her small body into a more secure position. When she climbed up my body a few inches and wrapped her soft legs around my waist, the tip of my dick was perfectly aligned with her entrance, teasing me with her wet heat. At that point, my morning wood decided it would not give up without a fight.
As soon as we were inside, I tossed her on the bed and she turned over on her stomach. I couldn’t tell if she was actually going to fall back asleep or not, but I didn’t care. Wondering if she’d notice her rule being broken, I grabbed a condom, rolled it on, and then shoved a pillow under her pliant hips.
Almost completely covering her body with mine, I grasped her hands, which rested on either side of her head, for leverage, and entered her from behind.
*
“Daddy!” Colton hollered as he burst through the door to my room. Thank God Juli and I had taken the time to climb under the covers before she went back to sleep.
“Shh, we don’t
want to wake her,” I said tipping my head toward Juli’s spot on the side farthest from the door. The bed shifted a little as the blankets mysteriously crept over the top of the supposedly sleeping beauty’s head. “She’s really grouchy in the morning.” And horny, but no one else, especially a child, needed to know that. I wondered if Juli even knew that about herself before she stayed over the first night.
Seemed unlikely she’d woken up with a guy very often, and if she had, doing him that morning would likely break the first rule, and she had always enforced it so strictly. For people like us, defining a day as each side of midnight wasn’t practical. Most people used before and after sleep as the delimiter. I’d always loosely defined it as the greater of the duration of nakedness or twelve hours.
Regardless, I bet she’d never woken up with the same man more than once, if ever. If I had a pussy, I’d want to stick around for my dick, as well.
Not heeding my warning, Colton jumped up on the bed, jostling us around.
“Colton,” Juli said, her voice rough. “If you let me sleep twenty more minutes, I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Anything?”
“Anything. Go think about what you want, and I’ll be out in a little bit.” Without another word, Colton bounced off of the bed, slamming the door behind him as he darted from the room.
“What if he asks you for a pony?”
“If you don’t shut up and let me enjoy the twenty minutes I just bought, I’ll buy him five ponies,” she grumbled. Taking the hint, I pulled on a pair of boxers and sleep pants and went to find my son.
Colton and I were sitting at the kitchen island, digging into our Lucky Charms, by the time I heard Juli moving through the house. My spoon clattered in the bowl, splashing milk over the edges when I caught sight of her.
“What?” she asked as I gawked at her. My T-shirt and jogging shorts never looked that hot on me, and that’s really saying something.
“Nice outfit,” was all I could say.
Glancing at Colton, she walked around the counter and covered his ears. “It’s bad enough I have to take the walk of shame. I didn’t want to do it in front of him,” she whispered.
“I wasn’t complaining,” I said. She only needed to look down at my lap to realize just how fine with it I was.
Letting go of Colton’s ears, she straightened the short hairs above them with her fingers as I made my way over to the coffee machine. “I wasn’t sure how you take it,” I said, bringing the mug, sugar, and creamer over to the spot next to mine on the island.
“Black is fine, thanks.” Before I could sit down, she stole my cereal bowl and topped it off with the box sitting near Colton.
“I see how it is,” I said, grinning like an idiot as I grabbed a new bowl from the cabinet above the coffee maker and the milk from the fridge.
“So, Colton,” Juli said and then paused to take another bite of cereal. “Have you decided what you want?”
“Uh huh.” How a human being that small has enough energy to power a city block so early in the morning was beyond me. “I want you to come over tonight and watch movies with us.”
“You do realize I promised you anything, right?”
“Yep.”
“And all you want is for me to come over and watch movies?”
“Yes. Tonight.”
“I have to work this evening, but I’ll try to stop by for a few minutes if I finish up before your bedtime, if that’s okay with your dad, of course.”
“Please, Daddy?”
“Fine with me.” Maybe she’d stay until my bedtime.
“If I have to work too late, we’ll have to reschedule. Deal?”
“Deal.”
*
“When’s Juli coming over?”
“If she comes over, it will be after she finishes work. Remember?”
“Will you text her and find out what time she gets off?” he asked.
“Juli doesn’t have a regular job. She won’t know what time until she’s finished.” I wasn’t sure I liked the path this conversation was taking. Colton had spent less than two hours with her, combined, and he was already getting attached. Shit. Was I getting attached, too? “I asked her to text when she knew if she’d be able to make it or not. She hasn’t texted back yet.” Grabbing my kid around the middle, I stood and tucked him under one arm as I walked to the kitchen. “We don’t need her here to have fun,” I said to the wiggly, giggly kid I toted around as I made popcorn.
“I know, but she’s fun to look at.”
Maybe I needed to tone it down in front of his impressionable mind. “Colton, I think we need to have a chat.” I dropped him on the stool he’d sat on during breakfast. Brushing the hair out of his face, I looked him in the eye and chose my words carefully.
“No matter how a man feels about relationships, women should always be respected.” Except those who turn out to be psycho. “Juli isn’t just a pretty thing to look at. She’s an extremely intelligent person and deserves to be treated as such.”
“I know, Dad. She was really nice to me last night.” Colton had still been awake when Juli had shown up an hour before our outdoor excursion the night before. Most women would have turned around and left, but instead of whining, she watched him play Lego Star Wars on his Xbox for a while. I could tell she wanted to play too but seemed happy to serve as a consultant until it was time for the two of us to play games of an adult nature.
Colton looked around the room, as if trying to decide something, and then turned to me. “Is she your girlfriend? I asked her, but she didn’t really answer.”
“No.” Was he too young for me to tell him the cold, hard truth about the myth that was love? He was definitely too young for me to explain friends with benefits and booty calls. “We’ve been working together on a project and have become friends.”
“Why did you bring her with you to pick me up last night?”
“She was there when I got the call.”
“What were you doing?”
“Hanging out.” I had more than enough skill to mislead a child. If not, I would’ve been in deep shit when it came to business deals.
“I followed her on Twitter today,” Colton said as if just remembering.
“Aren’t you too young for that?”
“You’re old, Dad. All of my friends have it.”
“Hey, I’m not that old,” I grumbled.
“Check it out.” Pulling the phone I’d given him for his birthday from his back pocket, he unlocked it with his right thumbprint and then pulled up the app.
After a second of scrolling, Colton’s eyes bugged out of his head. “Wow! She knows Stryker?”
“Who’s Stryker?” Looking over his shoulder, I discovered the reason Juli hadn’t returned my text.
It had to be a fucking joke. Two minutes earlier, Brady fucking Johns had mentioned Juli in a tweet. As if it weren’t bad enough he was bragging about taking her out, he included a selfie of the two of them cuddled up together in the back seat of a car.
Why did I fucking care? I didn’t. Not even a little. We were both free to do whomever we wanted.
As I was fuming for absolutely no reason, another tweet showed up on Colton’s timeline–this one from Juli herself.
Julianne Griffith @Juli_Griffith – 8s
Having a hard time keeping my hands off the insanely sexy @TheBradyJohns! #DateNight #BeJealous
“No wonder she doesn’t want to be your girlfriend. Stryker’s awesome!”
“I never said she didn’t want to be my girlfriend, I said she wasn’t my girlfriend.”
“Do you think she’d introduce me to Stryker?”
“Not sure. Time for bed, kid.”
“But you said I could stay up a little later,” he whined.
Even based on his regular bedtime, it was early, but I was done with this conversation. Not to mention, he’d be up past bedtime no matter how early I started the process.
During his bedtime routine, he reminded me that he
needed to take his antacids. Of course, he mentioned it after he’d brushed his teeth, which meant he had to start over. Starting over wouldn’t have been so bad if he wasn’t obsessed with making sure every surface in his mouth was spotless. Excellent oral hygiene would save me a fortune in dental visits over the years to come, but I often wondered if he was really concerned about his teeth or if he was a master-class staller. As much as he took after his old man, I already knew the answer.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Juli
Brady Johns was an extremely attractive man, but he wasn’t exactly my flavor that month. He was also too young for my liking. The hunky actor would, however, make a nice addition to my to-do list. Sure, we were playing it up for the cameras, including those built into our own phones, but my itch was being scratched rather nicely for the time being.
Yikes. My musings sounded, at least to me, way too close to monogamy for comfort. Maybe it was time to think about putting an end to my temporary insanity and reinstate the rules. When I looked at Brady, I couldn’t imagine wanting more from him than what the rules allowed, so maybe he could be the catalyst to get me back on track.
What made Thomas different, anyway? The current situation with his ex was extremely messy, and with his kid around all the time, hooking up would be much less convenient. We would still work together, and maybe we could be friends, but I knew it was time to move on.
Smiling through a touch of indigestion—because even though we hadn’t eaten yet, that’s the only thing the uncomfortable feeling in my stomach could possibly be—I discreetly opened my clutch in search of my antacids.
Did Colton remember to take his medicine tonight?
Crap. Why did I care? I wasn’t his mother. I wasn’t anything to him, really. For all intents and purposes, I was just an amazingly hot chick his dad banged a few times. I didn’t even like kids. I definitely didn’t need any more drama in my life, I was surrounded by actors and had more than my fair share.
Decision made.
When we arrived at the small, exclusive restaurant, I took Brady’s arm and made sure to keep as much of my body pressed against his as possible. As planned, the young hostess escorted us to a table near, but not up against, the glass wall that composed the west side of the building.