by Aimie Grey
“I don’t think they make dildos that fancy,” I grumbled. “If they do, they’d cost a million dollars.”
“I have money,” she said flippantly.
“So where does this leave us with the Chase situation?”
“I know for a fact Chase isn’t gay, but you have nothing to worry about.”
“What do you mean you know for a fact?”
“Nothing,” she said. I wondered if that smug smirk on her face would ever stop turning me on.
“You’re the devil. You know that, right?”
“Yep, I know.” She came around and took my cheek in her palm. “Chase only goes after people who are completely unobtainable. He likes the challenge. He settled for a supermodel once and dumped her three days later because he got bored.”
“Supermodels aren’t unobtainable for him? I mean, they aren’t for me, but he’s not me.”
“Do you want a supermodel?” Juli’s glare was no joke.
“Not at the moment. I plan to brag about capturing the most unobtainable woman of them all for a while longer.” If I’d made one wrong move, I would have ended up in a body bag. The glare was only one level away from being set to kill. “Doesn’t the fact that I caught you make you even more unobtainable and therefore more attractive to Chase?”
“You did not capture me; I captured you. Get your facts straight.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Since you seem to have low self-esteem at the moment, how about we make a deal.”
“What kind of deal?” I hoped it involved nudity. I would gladly let her continue to believe her delusion for a little one-on-two time with the twins.
“Seeing as how we both work a lot, and Colton needs you around and seems to like it when I’m here, we don’t have much time to go out and pick up random fucks.”
I liked where this was heading. “Not to mention condoms aren’t always effective and don’t protect against things like crabs and scabies,” I added.
“That is very true.” She laughed. I was probably one of the few people in the world who would use the words “crabs” and “scabies” in this kind of conversation. “How about for the sake of convenience and to avoid the risk of itchy infestations, we add an amendment to our rules stating we only fuck each other for the time being. We can repeal it at any time.”
“Works for me.” Then I remembered something else I wanted to add to our verbal constitution. “I think we should add another one that states if something is freaking one or both of us out, we’ll work through it together instead of walking away. That way we can get back to fucking as soon as possible.”
“I can live with that,” she said.
With her agreement, I kissed her cheek and got to my feet. “Now that we’ve officially broken all of the original rules by talking about feelings and bullshit, I’d better get ready for work.”
“I’ll wake up the kid,” she said and swatted my bare ass as she walked toward the closet with the twins on full display. If I didn’t own the fucking company and have stupid responsibilities, I’d have called in horny.
Once the girls were out of sight and some of the blood returned to my brain, I remembered something I’d wanted to ask her the night before.
“Hey, are you ever going to tell me what the big secret is?” I called out.
“Sorry, I took a vow of silence,” she yelled from the closet. When I finally headed toward the shower, she popped her head back into the room, thankfully keeping the goodies out of sight, and said, “Maybe you could surprise him by hanging up his clean laundry. I’m sure he’d appreciate a little help with his chores, and I’d hate for his pants to get wrinkled.”
“Good suggestion.” I was starting to form a vague picture of what it could be. They’d gone to a fashion mall, and now Juli hinted I should check out his clothes. I had no idea what to expect specifically, but be it a dress or shameful, trendy band T-shirts, I was glad he had someone he trusted and felt comfortable enough with to confide in.
If I were a good father, I’d let him keep his secret, but I was too curious to resist. Juli wouldn’t have given me a hint if she didn’t think it was okay for me to know. After consulting the calendar on my phone, I blocked off some time to come home and do laundry.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Juli
“You bought him a hamster?” Thomas laughed as we stripped. A conversation about rodents wasn’t exactly how I envisioned the grown-up portion of our evening beginning, but I went with it anyway.
“He conned me into it and then blackmailed me into keeping his secret.”
“That was the last thing I expected to find in his closet.”
“Are you upset?”
“No, not at all. Just don’t let the kid con you into a subscription to Hustler or a six-pack of Bud.”
“Trust me, I’ve learned my lesson. Now, are we going to discuss pets the rest of the evening, or are we going to fuck like you promised?”
“I always keep my promises.”
“That’s what I was counting on. Where did you put the stuff?”
“There’s a box on the top shelf in the back of the closet.”
“Unless there’s a stepladder in there, you’re going to have to be the one to get it.”
“Not a problem.” Thomas pulled my naked body against his and rubbed his cock against my stomach. “Grab a pair of shoes while I get the box.”
“It’ll only take you a second to pick them up on your way back. I’ll wait for you here.”
“How about you come with me? After what happened last night, I think we should warm up before the big game.”
“In the closet?”
“We should probably use the bed for ass-fucking until we’ve practiced a few times.”
“Good plan. Less risk of injury.”
“We both know you aren’t a fan of beds, so I figure this is a good compromise.”
“You’re so thoughtful.” Bed-sex wasn’t nearly as boring as it used to be, but I had no intention of telling him that.
Letting him lead the way, I followed a few paces behind with my gaze trained on his perfect ass. “You coming?” he asked, turning to face me after reaching the door. Now I couldn’t stop staring at his perfect cock.
“You’re going to need to go in there first,” I said. Imagining his sexy smirk would have to do because Thomas’s face was the last thing I was interested in looking at.
When he disappeared through the door, I chased after the proverbial penis-shaped carrot on a stick.
Thomas’s walk-in closet was nearly as spacious as the master bedroom of my first apartment. While he appeared to be high-maintenance, his clothes took up less than a quarter of the space.
Purposely keeping my eyes off of his body for a moment, I turned to the two feet of space I’d claimed near the door.
“Where’d my stuff go?” I turned back toward him, nearly forgetting my question as I watched his back muscles stretch and twist as he reached for the box of fun.
When he had it in hand, Thomas didn’t move from his spot as he opened it. The thought of either of us taking the time to go to the foyer to get the heels I’d worn earlier was unacceptable. If he wanted to fuck me standing up, which I assumed was the case since he’d asked me to get a pair of shoes, he’d either have to tell me where my spares were, or deal with an awkward angle. I was beginning to think I should go back to never taking them off.
Instead of answering, he continued to sort through the treasure chest he’d placed on the shelf in front of him. No longer giving a fuck where he’d put my clothes, all I wanted was to see what he was looking at. As I stepped beside him, a flash of shiny red leather caught my eye.
“What’s all this,” I asked, thoroughly confused. One of the previously empty floor-to-ceiling shoe displays was now halfway full of heels. Next to them, a row of dresses, sorted by color, stretched across the bar.
“I thought if you were going to spend more time here, it would make sense for you to have more
than four changes of clothes.”
“So you went all Pretty Woman on me?”
“Not exactly,” he said without making eye contact. “Promise not to get angry?”
I crossed my arms over my chest, which I realized was a mistake when his attention zeroed in on my tits. As he reached for them, I backed away. “I won’t promise anything until you explain.”
“I didn’t think you’d like it if I bought you a new wardrobe, and I knew most of it would need to be tailored, which sounded like a hassle.” He wasn’t wrong on either account. I’d never been and never would be a kept woman, and the girls made it impossible to find clothes that fit properly off the rack. Not that I’d ever wear anything that was on the rack, so to speak, in the first place.
“Okay…” Turning back to the clothes, I took a closer look. “These are mine, aren’t they?”
“Maybe…”
“You broke into my house?”
“Not exactly,” must have been his new go-to phrase. “When I asked Sawyer for help, he thought it was a terrible idea. But Madison overheard and thought it was romantic or some bullshit like that. She called Marina,” who had a key to my house, “and the two of them raided your closet.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Don’t worry, they left a few things just in case you stormed out of here in a fit of rage.” His awkward chuckle told me he knew it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. “We basically swapped closets.”
“What the hell, Thomas?” Was he trying to take over my entire life?
“I wanted to show you how serious I am about you being here all the time.” However inappropriate, his gesture did alleviate any doubts I had about whether or not he actually wanted me around. “I’ll move everything back if you want.”
Logistically, it made sense for my clothes to be at his house since I’d planned to stay over to fuck on a regular basis. It wasn’t as if he’d called a real estate agent to put my house on the market. As irritatingly presumptuous as it was of him to move my stuff, I knew it was his way of telling me things he wanted me to know but wasn’t ready to voice and I wasn’t ready to hear.
“Maybe I’ll only take half of them back.” Looking around to see what else they may have brought over, my eye caught on the wooden box I usually kept on my dresser. Marina knew exactly what was in it, but Thomas didn’t seem to.
“I didn’t rifle through your things if that’s what you’re wondering.”
Ready for this conversation to be over, I redirected the topic to something I was much more comfortable with. “Have you noticed we’re still not fucking?” It looked like I’d have to take control if I was ever going to get to come. “Pick out a pair of shoes for me and then sit on the bench facing the other way.”
As he obediently did as he was told, I opened my jewelry box to pick out a treat for tonight. Lying on top was a brand new bobble and a note.
This will drive him crazy. Be prepared—a couple of paps caught me buying it. ~M
Has the woman ever heard of online shopping? After removing the charm from its sterile package, I realized she was right; it would drive Thomas crazy. As I swapped out the gold ring, I thanked God for small miracles of a professional nature. The paparazzi would have a field day with her purchase, but it could have been much, much worse.
Once everything was in place, I made my way to where the sexy man and his impressively hard dick waited somewhat patiently for me. The padded bench in the center of the room was relatively low, which left Thomas close enough to eye level with my new piece of jewelry to catch his attention.
As I moved in front of him, his stare instantly latched on to my clit, and almost immediately after, so did his mouth. I allowed him to suck for a minute or two before shoving him away. Whimpering, he looked up at me, pleading for relief. Instead of jumping him where he sat, I pushed him onto his back.
“You like?” I asked as I climbed over Thomas’s body until my pussy hovered several inches above his eyes. My legs pinned his arms to his sides, but he could’ve easily escaped if he wanted to badly enough.
When his tongue darted from his mouth, trying to reach what would surely be his new favorite clit ring, I pressed his forehead down with one of my palms and used the fingers of my free hand to make the small dangling “T” dance for him.
“You still want to get one out of the way before I fuck your ass?” I asked, layering my tone with as much dominance as I could.
Thomas nodded or, at least, tried to since I still had his head pinned to the bench.
“You want my pussy?” Loosening my grip slightly, his nod was more pronounced this time.
“Too bad.” I climbed off of him, and he began to follow. “Stay right there or you won’t get to come at all.”
Instantly, he returned to his back and was almost where I wanted him.
“Scoot down until that sexy ass of yours is at the edge.”
“Are you on the pill?” he asked, finally finding his voice when he was in position.
Nowhere near ready to have that particular conversation with him, I said, “If you don’t shut the fuck up now, I’m going to tie you down and make you watch as I get myself off with the cock you want up your ass.” That gave me the best fucking idea ever, but it meant we’d have to have at least a one-sided version of the dreaded talk.
“I’m clean. I went to get tested a few weeks ago.” His pale blue eyes smoldered. “The results are in my bag. Do you trust me?” It seemed as if he wanted to go bare, but a moment later, indecision marred his features. I completely understood. It was a huge step to take, and I wasn’t sure what my answer would be if the question were reversed.
Wanting to speak but remembering my threat, he kept his mouth tightly closed. “You may answer.”
“I know I asked if you were on the pill, but now that I think about it, I’m not sure if I’m ready to take that risk. Nothing is one hundred percent effective.” Soon enough, he’d find out his assumption was wrong. “I trust you completely when you say you’re clean. I’m clean, too.”
“That’s all I asked.” I had to be certain, though. “Just to be clear, you’re okay with swapping bodily fluids as long as it is guaranteed not to result in pregnancy?”
When he nodded, I kneeled between his feet and sucked him down in one long swallow. Still unable to keep him in my mouth for any stretch of time, I alternated between blowing him and jerking his cock with my hand.
When his eyes began to glaze over and I was wetter than I could remember ever being, I gave him the fabricated cock and climbed over him again, this time in a sixty-nine position.
“Fuck my pussy with it,” I ordered. Leaning forward, I sucked on a couple of my fingers and then took the big cock back into my mouth.
His hole quivered as I teased the rim with my fingertips while he plunged the substitute dick in and out of my body. When his legs spread a little wider and his weight shifted to give me better access, I knew he was ready for the next step.
My spit-slickened fingers invaded his ass, and as his muscles began to loosen up, I spread them apart to stretch him wider. I considered adding a third finger, but without actual lube, it might’ve pushed the boundaries of pain a little too far.
After removing my fingers, I reached behind me and took the fake cock by the balls. Although it was tricky, I managed to keep it in place as I got back on my feet.
“Stand up and bend over the dresser,” I commanded, pointing to the waist-high chest of drawers sitting against the closest wall.
When he was in position, I pulled the dildo out of my pussy and shoved three fingers in its place. After they were good and wet, I swapped them for the toy. One by one, I worked my slick fingers into his ass until he begged me to fuck him.
Wearing a pair of my tallest shoes, I pulled the cock from my pussy and turned it around, sliding it into place the way it was designed to fit.
“Spread your ass.” Without hesitation, he put his weight on his chest and reached behind him, openin
g himself up for me in a way he hadn’t for anyone else.
With one hand, I held onto his hip, and I guided the head of the fake cock to his hole with the other.
“I want to see you,” he said as I teased his opening.
“No.” There was no way I’d let him see me with a dick sticking out between my legs.
“Please?” he asked in a breathlessly needy voice.
“I said no.” Pushing with both my hand and hips, Thomas gasped as the tip of the dildo breached his ass. Wanting to give him time to adjust, I didn’t push forward any farther, but I couldn’t help undulating against the parts that were rubbing me in all the right places.
Ready for more, Thomas rocked his hips backward. I pushed in slowly, watching his tight ring of muscle stretch around the shaft, instinctively trying to close but unable to with the solid cock in its way. With each spasm, his body tried to push me out, which had the opposite effect of allowing me to sink in deeper.
Without a source of replenishment, the natural lubricant began to dry up, so I reached for the bottle I’d stashed on the shelf next to me. When I pulled out slowly, I drizzled the clear liquid along the length of the shaft and then slid back in.
“Oh, God.” His words were carried on a guttural moan. Taking my time, I long dicked him for a while, letting him feel every inch of the dildo sliding in and out of his ass as I enjoyed the steady rocking inside me and the friction against my clit. When he couldn’t take it much longer, he reached for his cock.
“No hands.” I leaned over and swatted his arm. I had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time we would play like this, but I felt a deep-seated need to see how far I could take him without anything touching his cock.
Changing the angle of my thrusts, I studied his reactions until he cried out, letting me know I nailed his sweet spot. Steadily increasing both the pace and force of my attack, it wasn’t long before he was a writhing mess, begging me to let him come.