As much as I ached for his finger to dance around and probe me, it didn’t move. It stayed as still as the rest of him.
“You like that baby?” he asked, his voice smooth and low.
“Uh-huh.” My voice was a mere exhale of breath.
“You want more?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I can’t hear you.” He started to withdraw his finger, my walls clenched to try and keep it from leaving.
“Yes,” my voice was only marginally louder.
Collin took his hand away and ran it up the side of my torso, on top of the t-shirt I slept in. He cupped my breast through the shirt, my nipple poking into his palm.
“Do you want me to fuck you? To make you twist and writhe and scream?”
He kissed the corner of my lips. I opened my mouth, hoping he would kiss it but he kissed along my jaw and neck.
His lips reached my ear and his voice low he said, “How much did your pussy miss me?”
I moaned at his words but couldn’t answer. Part of me wanted to tell him to get lost. To fuck off with his return. Not to push his luck before I kicked him out of my life for good. But the rest of me was transfixed. My body was too full of heat and want. Too desperate for the reunion I’d often wondered about over the years.
I hadn’t wanted to lose him. According to him at the time, he didn’t want to lose me either. Yet somehow life went on and we lost each other.
* * *
Through the fabric of my shirt, Collin pinched my nipple and I flinched.
“I didn’t hear your answer,” he said into my ear. I swallowed and tried to clear my throat.
“Kiss me,” I said in the strongest voice I could manage.
Collin lunged at my throat and sucked and bit the delicate flesh. I gasped and squirmed but his strong hands held me in place.
As he sucked, he pinched my nipple. The sting sent tingles up and down my back.
I spread my legs as wide as I could in the space between the arm of the sofa and his thigh, hoping to tempt him in.
“Please,” I said, my voice a breathy moan.
He let go of my neck with his teeth to say, “That’s what I want to hear.”
Collin slid it up under my t-shirt, bringing it to a rest on my tit. My skin threatened to melt under his hand.
He pushed the shirt up over my head and flung it away from the sofa. His minty breath electrifying my skin, he leaned and tugged at my nipple with his teeth.
“I want to see these perfect tits, I need light.” Collin stood and switched on the end table lamp, bathing me in a spotlight. The left side of his mouth turned up in a lopsided grin.
“That’s better. You’re so beautiful you need to be seen.” The other side of his mouth turned up in a devilish smile. He looked down at me, his eyes raking over my exposed tits and up into my eyes. I broke his gaze, to follow his hands as they undid each button, revealing more and more of his powerful chest.
Collin tossed his shirt on the floor, exposing the large Celtic knot tattoo over his right pec and shoulder.
My attention shifted as soon as his pants and boxers were heaped on the floor, revealing his massive, swollen dick.
“See how hard you make me, baby?”
Just looking at it made me wetter and aching for it, waiting for the moment I could get my hands on him.
Collin stepped forward, bringing his cock near me. I reached my hand out and grasped it, the skin silky under my fingers. Reflexively, I sucked my lips between my teeth and moaned, my mouth already filling with saliva.
“I’ve been dreaming about having your lips wrapped around my cock for years.”
Heat raced through my body at his words. I shifted my eyes up to him, knowing exactly what he wanted. At least I hoped I still did.
He pushed his hips towards me, bringing his cock close to my face. I sucked it into my mouth, and pulsed my tongue against his shaft. He used to love that.
“Fuck, that’s the way I remember you.” He jammed his fingers through my hair and pushed himself further into my mouth. I suppressed my gag reflex to take as much in as I could, continuing to pulsate my tongue.
Without warning, he pulled his cock away and pushed me off the sofa and onto the floor. Collin rolled me onto my back and forced his way up my body until his lips met mine and he claimed my mouth with his.
He pulled away and flipped me over. After ripping my panties away, he yanked my hips until I was on all fours.
I closed my eyes as he kissed down my back and over my ass.
“This round ass is perfection,” he said spanking me. The sharpness forced a light moan from my throat.
His lips carried on until they were at my lips. His tongue explored my slick folds. He reached my throbbing clit and flicked it with the very tip of his tongue. The exquisite intensity forced me to my elbows.
Collin took his mouth away and pushed his thick finger into me, moving it against my walls while he rolled my clit with the fingers of his other hand. I struggled to breathe in long enough to fill my lungs with air.
I squealed as my arms gave out and buckled, my shoulders and head now propping me against the floor.
“Has any other man made you scream like a fucking banshee?”
No other man has even come close to making me scream the way he used to, but I’m not about to tell him that. He doesn’t need to satisfaction of knowing it.
Collin slapped my ass again and I flinched, the sharp pain a momentary distraction from my wanton pussy.
My legs weak with tingles, I crumpled, my hips falling towards the floor. Collin whipped his hand away and knelt behind me, gripping my hips tight against him to keep me in position.
His cock at my entrance, I braced myself, ready to satiate the past seven years of wondering. He thrust into me, my walls stretching to accommodate him.
Collin groaned. “Your pussy feels even better than I remember.”
He thrust into me, his firm grip on my hips the only thing keeping me up. My head and shoulders pressed harder against the floor. Again and again he pounded into me, my pussy begging for more.
On the edge, my slick walls started to spasm around him, my moans became louder and louder. But he pulled out and I groaned in protest. He spun my hips, flipping me over onto my back.
“I want to see your pretty face when it screams my name.”
In my frenzy, I tried to pull him over me. I grappled at his corded muscles but without success. With a hand on my chest, Collin pushed me down, laying me flat against the floor.
“Please,” I said, my voice desperate.
“There’s no rush baby, I’ve got all night.”
I growled but he ignored me. My poor body pulsated with tension and was desperate for release.
“Put your cock in me.” The need from deep within me caused my voice to be forceful and demanding.
He stopped and looked at me, his eyebrow arched as his brown eyes shone into mine. I stared back into them, wanting to hold the heat of his gaze.
“I’ll put my cock in you when I’m ready, and not before.”
Collin kissed over my belly and up to my breasts with agonizing slowness, taking my hard nipples into his mouth and teasing them with his tongue, the way he teased me with his cock.
At long last he moved between my legs, his tip once again at my entrance.
I wrapped my legs around his body, determined to keep him. A loud moan escaped me as he leaned down and kissed me. Our tongues twirled, mine frantic, his deliberate.
Desperate for release, I lifted my ass to force his cock into me. Collin started to pull away, to loosen the hold my legs had on him. I broke the seal of our lips and kissed across his cheek.
When my lips reached his ear I said, my voice a breathy whisper, “’I’ve waited so long, please don’t make me wait any longer.”
He groaned in approval and drove his cock into me. A burst of heat blasted through my body. The tension in my body built and built under the steady rhythm of his thrusts, wanting m
ore and more and finally getting it.
“Collin!” I screamed as my body burst in blissful heat. My nails dug into his ass and my teeth bit down on the flesh of his shoulder as the intense waves rippled through me.
Collin grunted and rutted and released himself into me, my walls still spasming around his cock.
He hovered his sweaty body over me for a moment then pressed his lips against my forehead.
* * *
“I’ve missed you babe,” he said as he rolled off me and laid alongside me.
My eyes widened at the realization we didn’t use a condom. I was on the pill, but still, I didn’t know what he’d been up to, or into all these years. Not knowing what to do, I decided to get to the bathroom and clean myself up. But Collin wouldn’t let me go. He wrapped his strong arm round me and held me against him on the floor of my living room.
“Let me go.”
“Never.”
“You’d better not be diseased or something.”
“Don’t worry. I promise.” He kissed me.
What did he mean ‘never’? This was not going to be an ongoing thing between us, just because he was back in Chicago. An involuntary flinch pushed through my body, causing my shoulders to squirm against him.
“Let’s go to bed babe, it’s late.”
Spooning in my bed, he caressed my skin with his thumb, soothing me.
Collin
Jenny was every bit as good as I remembered her. All those other little brunettes are shit in comparison.
I should’ve pushed her harder to get her to come to London with me. I could’ve had her in my bed all these years. I should’ve opened a club in Chicago years ago. I should’ve flown her to Sydney. I should’ve done so many things.
I inhaled the coconut from her hair and snippets of memories flashed through my mind.
Maybe she would’ve kept me straight. She would’ve given me a goal other than to get more and more money at any cost. Too late, it doesn’t matter now. Sure I ended up with a pile of money, but with no purpose other than to get even more money.
Now I have enough money that even I can’t see the point of killing myself to get more. I want something more. Something like Jenny.
But I can’t. She’s too fucking good. I’ve changed far too much and can’t drag her into my dirty life. I’d never do that to her. My life is too fucked up.
My arms rises and falls with the rhythm of her breathing. I could do this more often, I realized. I could go there every weekend just to hear her scream my name.
Jenny
The later I stayed up at night, the earlier I woke up in the morning. It’s the way I was wired. Despite not getting to sleep until after three, I woke up at six.
Collin’s arm was still around me, holding me tight against his muscular frame. I wiggled out from under his arm and sat up straight. The duvet shifted back in the process, revealing his body all the way to his hip bones.
I surveyed him, admiring his chiseled appearance. He’d always been sporty and muscular but damn, the last seven years turned his youthful appearance into pure, rugged manliness.
I reached to the tattoo that covered his shoulder and pec. Unable to resist, I traced my fingers over the endless intertwining of the Celtic pattern. I sighed. It’s been fun having this fine specimen of a man in my bed, but the fun’s over, I want to find a husband.
* * *
Collin didn’t wake up until after nine. I’d decided to let him sleep since I wasn’t going over to Abbie’s until after lunch. I wished I could tell her about this, but she was hurting so much over Jay that I couldn’t bring it up, it’d be like rubbing it in her face
I licked the peanut butter off my toast as I clicked into my online dating profile. It was naughty checking it when there was a naked man in my bed, but he’d leave soon. What happened had been sex, nothing more.
My profile had been up for weeks but I still hadn’t found anyone that caught my interest. Now was a good a time as any to check for any new messages, actually it was a better time, to reinforce in my mind that Collin is over.
There’s no better way to solidify that than with finding someone else, someone I could settle down and be middle-aged with.
My profile had a bit of activity but not much. Only one message waited for me. When I clicked on his profile, I immediately clicked out again. In his profile picture he had a python around his neck. No thank you. The snake would eat my babies.
I figured there must be something wrong with my profile. I hadn’t spent as much time crafting it as I probably should have. Reading it back, I realized I sounded on the verge of becoming a cat lady, unless someone knocked me up right this second.
“Morning, sunshine.”
“Hey,” I said shutting my laptop lid.
Naked, Collin walked over to me at the dining table and kissed the top of my head.
My eyes bulged out of my head as I watched him move with no shame or attempt to cover himself. I guess when you look that good you don’t have the hang-ups most people have.
I got up to pour him a cup of coffee, and brought it to him on the sofa. I sat on the sofa, against the arm giving him a wide berth. He was pulling his suit pants on, his dress shirt hung open and flashed his abs with each movement.
“When did you get the tattoo?”
“In Sydney.”
“Sydney. The place you were living when I got the last email from you.”
Collin shifted his eyes from his hands, busy doing up his buttons, to me. Did I imagine the flash of guilt in them? He picked up the coffee and downed half the mug in one go.
“I should be going.” He stood and gathered his shoes and socks and sat back down to put them on.
“That’s it? You show up in the middle of the night, fuck me and now you’re leaving without even finishing a cup of coffee?”
“What do you want me to do?”
“How about an ‘anything new’? What have you been up to since I last emailed you six and a half years ago? You could at least ask about my mom, you always loved her.”
A broad smile came over his face. “She’s great. Makes the best lasagna ever. How is she?”
“Dying.” The smile vanished as fast as it’d appeared and his eyes widened.
Collin sat down close beside me and put his arm around me. We sat in silence for a moment, digesting our thoughts.
“Is there anything I can do?”
“Not unless you know a miracle cure for stomach cancer.”
“Shit.”
I nodded. “At least they’ve been able to buy her some time. They figure she has two more years. Which is better than what we were told when they first diagnosed her.”
“How good are her doctors?”
“Best in Bangor.”
Collin squeezed my shoulder and drew me into him. My head rolled onto his shoulder, rising and falling with his breathing.
“That’s not good enough. You find the best doctor in country for her type of cancer and I’ll pay for the treatment.”
I bolted upright and looked at him. His usual steely eyes had softened. It was amazing he was so affected by the news. My mom and him had always gotten along so well. Sometimes I used to think he liked her more than he liked me.
But that was all long in the past. Our relationship was done. We were done. I wanted nothing more to do with him so I could move on with my life. But how could I turn down the offer of the best medical treatment for my mother? There’s no way in hell I could pass that up.
“Are you serious? Thank you. That would mean so much to her. And me.” I flung my arms around his neck and held him tight. Collin placed his hand in the middle of my back and held me close to him.
“Daniel will set everything up, just give him the details and he’ll sort out the payments.” I looked up at him. My eyes roamed back and forth over his face.
“How do I contact him?”
“I’ll text you his number.” My brow creased.
“Do you even know my number?”
“I’ll give you mine.”
He wrote his number on a scrap of paper before he left.
Collin
My phone rang and I hauled it out of my suit pocket. Shit. Raylene.
“What the fuck are you calling me for?” My voice seethed with hatred.
“Hey baby, I’m just calling to see how you’re doing.”
“How much do you want?”
“Just calling to say how much I love you and how much little Harlan and I miss you.”
“Fuck you.” My knuckles turned white from gripping the phone so tight.
“What’s the matter, can’t handle a little sweet talk from your loving wife?”
“Bullshit, what the fuck do you want?”
“A little love.”
“Last chance. What is it? How much is it this time?”
“It’s not money baby, it’s little Harlan, he misses his daddy.”
“So bring him to live with me in Chicago and you can get the fuck out of my life once and for all.”
“Now baby, that’s no way to talk to a loving wife.”
“What loving wife?” Unbelievable. I couldn’t stand the sound of her voice. I’ve never been able to stand the sound of her voice. Not for one second. If it wasn’t for her damn amber eyes.
“The one that’s got your son.”
“Yeah, for a price. What kind of mother sells their own fucking child?”
“One that wants the best for him.”
“If you wanted the best for your child, it’d be anywhere but with a non-stop partier like you.”
“Now, now.”
“I’m sick of your voice. Are you going to own up to why you’re calling or not? Three…two…”
“Fine. I need money.”
“Well that was fucking obvious. Why do you need more than the fifty grand I give you every month and what is it for this time?”
“I want to move closer to the beach.” Unbelievable.
“You live on the fucking beach.”
“Yeah, but it doesn’t face the sunset. When do I ever get up to see the sunrise? I want a sunset view.”
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