The Other C-Word

by Schiller, MK

  “This is a strange painting.”

  He stepped behind me and I felt the hard press of his sinewy muscles. Rick was naked. He wrapped his arms around me, one across my chest and the other on my thigh. “Are you seriously staring at that ugly painting right now?” he whispered the words into my ear as he trailed his hand underneath my skirt and pulled my lace panties to the side. I gasped at the sudden presence of his finger inside me.

  “Why aren’t you naked, Marley? Do you not want me as badly as I want you? You’re so wet, baby. I’m getting mixed signals.”

  I leaned into him, relishing the sensations of his touch, but the knots in my stomach wouldn’t subside. I wanted to tell him how aroused I was. How much I wanted to do this with him. I wanted to explain that I was just panicky from all the waiting. In the end though, the only coherent thought I could form was a request. “Rick, can you turn on some music?”

  He sighed, but didn’t stop his movements. “If it will help, then yes.” He walked us backwards to the front door where he’d placed his phone on a console table. I was still in his arms and he still had his finger inside me, only now, he’d added two more.

  Rick took his iPod and scrolled through the screens with one hand, still thrusting into me with the other. The man was definitely a multi-tasker. He held it up so I could see the titles. I moaned out, trying to concentrate on his varied music collection. “That one.”

  “That one, really?” he asked dubiously.

  “Yes, please,” I squealed breathlessly. The sounds of Closer by Nine Inch Nails came on. It’s wasn’t a romantic song. It was all about fucking, but it was exactly what I needed. Trent Reznor was a poet who wrote about the original sin in the lustiest ways.

  “You surprise me, Marley,” Rick responded, kissing my neck.

  “I’m not a John Mayer kind of girl, Rick.”

  “That’s good, since I don’t have any John Mayer to play for you.”

  “This is perfect,” I panted.

  “No, Marley, perfect will be when I’m inside you.”

  Rick pushed me forward until we were against the desk again. He bent me down on it, removing his fingers. I missed the penetration instantly. He lifted up my skirt and rubbed his hand over my behind. I felt the softness of his hand and the lace of my panties in the same motion. It made me wetter. He kept moving his hand in slow, lazy circles. I suddenly wondered if he was getting ready to spank me, as he’d implied earlier. I squeezed my eyes shut, readying for the impact.

  He didn’t.

  Instead, he did the most amazing thing. He ripped off my panties. Now, I’ve read enough chick-lit books and have watched copious amounts of cable soft porn, so I know such things exist. In my mind though, I’d always thought it would hurt. I mean, ripping off clothing sounds appealing in theory, but this area was so sensitive. It didn’t hurt—Rick tore off my panties in one swift motion, as if they were threaded with paper. He kept rubbing my now naked ass, tracing my slit with his erection. I spread my legs and instinctively bent farther down. I fastened my hands to the desk tighter, waiting for him to enter me. He suddenly stopped.

  “Not like this. I want to watch you come.” His voice was so garbled that it was almost incoherent. I found it incredibly sexy that I had such an effect on his normally cool demeanour.

  He took my shoulders, and stood me up before moving me to the couch and laying me down on it. I gazed up at his naked body, but barely got a glimpse before he was on top of me. He kissed my cheek, breathed into my ear and suckled my neck. He worked his way down to my shirt, removing the buttons slowly, and marking each revelation of my skin with soft kisses.

  “Rick, please,” I gasped.

  He paused, looking up at me with those piercing green eyes. “Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”

  “Please, more fucking me till I can’t walk.”

  He chuckled. “A girl who doesn’t like foreplay?”

  “Isn’t that what we’ve been doing all week?”

  He smirked wickedly. “That’s right, Marley. That’s exactly what we’ve been doing all week, you smart girl.”

  It occurred to me that I was right. We’d waited, and this moment was so much more intense because of that. We both wanted each other so badly that no matter what happened it would be a great relief.

  Rick resumed kissing me but more feverishly, letting his tongue taste my skin. He became frustrated with the buttons on my shirt and ripped it open. The sound of the plastic fasteners raining down on the hardwood floor was strangely arousing. I was glad to be free of the material. I wanted it off as much as he did. Rick brushed his stubble against my chest. He released my breasts from each bra cup, suckling them in his mouth. The soft wetness of his tongue coupled with the hard graze of his teeth as they raked across each nipple caused me to squirm. I moaned out his name and ran my fingers through his silky hair.

  It was almost too much pleasure—the softness of his lips on my skin, the heat of his tongue, the hardness of his naked body as it pressed against me. He lifted my skirt so it scrunched around my hips. He entered me in a smooth but hard, infiltrating motion. I had to clasp onto his neck tightly with the sudden penetration. He thrust into me, pounding hard. I both moaned and yelped in response to the propulsion.

  Rick halted, peering down at me. “I’m hurting you.” It was a statement, not a question.

  “It’s okay,” I said breathlessly, pulling his head towards me. I kissed him in encouragement, but he didn’t move.

  “No, it’s not okay at all. I’m sorry, baby. I just want you so badly that I’m losing control.” His words, spoken in a low whisper, sounded anguished.

  With that, he slowed his thrusts to a steadier pace, allowing me to get used to his length. He moved his mouth to mine and I opened in response. His slid his tongue across my teeth before finding my tongue. I moaned out at the fullness of him inside me. My booted legs encircled his hips and urged him forward in a gesture to let him know I was ready for more. Our bodies seemed to communicate better than our words. He moved faster, watching me intently, searching my face for any misgivings. I watched him too. I usually closed my eyes during sex, but it was impossible with him. He held me in a trance. The planes of his face constricted with carnal pleasure.

  “You feel so good…too good,” he groaned, against my ear.

  “Rick…”

  The heat of his breath, his thrusts and the animalistic sounds of our combined moans made the other C-word…climax…more powerful than anything I’d ever experienced. I closed my eyes, enjoying the result of our passionate exchange, but I could tell he was still watching me. I could feel it then I could feel him as the wetness between my increased when he came inside me like a dam had broken. He rested on top of me, distributing his weight evenly as we panted into each other’s necks.

  After a few minutes, he brushed his lips against my temple, continuing by trailing kisses down my jawline and nibbling on my earlobe. I was shocked to hear his next sentence, “Ready for round two?”

  Round two?

  “Take a shower with me, Marley. It’s the thing I’ve most wanted to do with you.”

  “Yes.”

  Rick replied with an animalistic grunt. He pulled out of me slowly and stood up. Before I even knew what was happening, he’d lifted me in his arms as if I weighed nothing and was carrying me to the bathroom. He sat me on the counter, plying me with a sultry kiss before walking to the shower to start the water.

  I found myself mesmerised by his flawless form. Rick was completely naked and I was mostly clothed—my shirt hung open, half button-less now, and my breasts were hanging out of my bra. It was not a seductive pose, but I didn’t attempt to correct it. I couldn’t take my eyes off Rick. I typically wouldn’t describe a man as beautiful, but that’s what Rick was. His frame was tall, muscular and hard…sculptural.

  When he turned back to me, my gaze raked over his body resting on his lower half. I let out a small gasp. Not only was the man still hard, but I now realised why th
at first thrust had hurt so much. He was the largest man I’d ever seen. He was bigger than my vibrator, and I’d sprung for the larger version. Rick chuckled when he saw where my eyes settled. I blushed in embarrassment.

  “Don’t get shy on me. I want to see you now.” He sauntered over to me then took my booted leg, raising it to his bare chest, and unzipped it. He was completely comfortable with his body and why wouldn’t he be? He looked like a cover for Men’s Health…one which didn’t require Photoshop.

  “Rick, you know you’re ginormous, right?”

  He chuckled. “I’ve heard that before, although never with such a colourful adjective. Do you know how much I’ve been looking forward to taking a shower?”

  “You really want to take a shower with me?” I asked, wondering if he thought I smelt.

  “Yes, Marley, I do, but not just any shower…a steamy, soapy, hot shower. Would you care to venture a guess on how many cold showers I’ve taken this week? It’s the only thing that helps.”

  I shook my head. “No idea.”

  He unzipped my other boot while I slipped my shirt off. “Three to five a day. At least, one every morning, one every afternoon and one every night. I’ve had to supplement more as the week went on. This was really hard for me…literally.”

  He removed my bra, letting his eyes linger there while he trailed his fingers across my naked breasts.

  “Why did you want us to wait? Was it because you thought I wasn’t clean?” The thought had been gripping my mind all week.

  He shook his head, parting my legs, so he could stand between them. He kissed me, stroking my hair in his hands, pulling me closer to him. When he stepped back, he tilted my chin, so I was looking into his eyes.

  “I wanted whatever we had to be as special as possible under the circumstances. I don’t know if that makes any sense, but I knew you would be worth the wait. If you had approached me just once this week and said you’d changed your mind, I would have taken you over my desk at work or in my car. I even bought condoms in case you had any such request. I wanted you so badly, but you didn’t say it, and it made me stronger too. I’m very competitive, but I really questioned if I could hold out the whole week. Marley, the way I was craving your body…it was the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.”

  I smiled triumphantly, removing my belt and unzipping my skirt. “All because you saw my garter belt in the car?”

  Rick embraced me. “Since I saw you holding up a sign in the airport. I thought to myself, hell, I hope that’s for me.” His smile faltered and he backed away from me. “I’m sorry I was rough earlier.”

  I leant back so he could see my face. “You weren’t at all. It turned me on how much you wanted me, and although I have a funny way of showing it, it was mutual.”

  Rick nodded appreciatively, lifting me down from the vanity. My skirt fell to the floor and there wasn’t an article of clothing between us. He led me to the shower that was now billowing steam. Rick squirted body wash onto a washcloth. It smelt like him. He washed every inch of my body, and my hair too. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, running the cloth down my legs.

  “I don’t have to be told, remember?”

  “Well I’m telling you anyway, not because it’s nice to hear, but because it’s true.”

  Rick was washing me painstakingly slowly and with great reverence. He brushed his lips and tongue seductively over every inch of my skin, followed by the warm, soapy washcloth in his hand. He placed my hand on his shoulder for support. He made me feel beautiful.

  When he was done, Rick handed me the cloth, and we pivoted so he was under the spray of water. He closed his eyes, turning his face towards the water in obvious contentment. It made my breath catch. I washed his hair with sandalwood scented shampoo. I had to stand on my tiptoes while he grasped my waist. His hair was soft and I ran my fingers through it, feeling its silky texture. I traced the outline of his tattoo, kissed his chest, worked my way down his hard, sinewy abdomen. I was trying to match the same pleasurable technique he’d used on me, but I knew I wasn’t doing as good of a job. I took his erection in my hand, feeling its full length, but before I could do anything, he pulled me up by the shoulders.

  “No, Marley, I made you a promise in the elevator today. Do you remember?”

  It seemed like so long ago when he had whispered it, but hell yes, I remembered. Rick moved me towards the rear of the shower and pressed my back against the cold tile there. He kissed my neck then slid his lips down my body, worshipping it as he’d promised to. His lips grazed down every inch, occasionally followed by the heat of his tongue and the gentle nibble of his teeth. The way he licked the water from my body caused a reverberating hum to course through me. When he dipped that tongue into my belly button, I flailed my arms out, needing something to hold onto. Could it get any better? Then he lowered himself and licked my clit.

  Yes, it could.

  He held me open with his fingers while he caressed my folds with his talented tongue in slow, winding circles. My legs started to shake, and I realised with horror that I might not be upright for long. The things he did to that one part of my body with the one part of his were making every single cell scream out at once. My knees buckled, and I did my best to be careful, because in this position, I could accidentally hurt him. I didn’t want to hurt him, but even more than that, the thought of him having to stop was unbearable. He must have sensed my weakness, because he grasped my hips, splaying his hands to hold me in place. It helped, but my calves still shook. Oral sex was something I’d always experienced in a horizontal position. I hadn’t expected to have such a corporal reaction as this, but I knew it was so much more than my current position. It was the way Rick penetrated me alternating between slow circles and fast thrusts. He performed the act with passionate abandon as if it was turning him on too. It was like…he was hungry for me.

  “I think I’m going to fall,” I cried, barely able to recognise my own voice.

  In response, Rick did something that I could only describe as mind-blowing.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes,” I replied, although his question scared me.

  Rick bowed lower on his knees before me. I winced because I didn’t want him to stop. He took my leg and bent it over his shoulder. He did the same to my other leg then straightened, clasping my hips, balancing my weight effortlessly on his shoulders. He moved farther out so that the shower wall was supporting my back while his shoulders held my legs. Rick cupped my bottom, one hand on each check. Then he pushed his tongue into me again, continuing to lunge in and out of my sex more aggressively than before. This couldn’t be happening, could it? This was a position of great acrobatic, athletic skill on his part.

  I struggled to grip onto the slippery tiled wall with one hand and the shower door with the other, but my legs felt completely secured, wrapped around his shoulders. He squeezed my bottom gently, as he sucked my clit. Somewhere between my screams and pants, I felt steady enough to let my hands fist through his damp hair and watch him while he gave me pleasure. Rick peered up at me with those gorgeous green eyes, full of lust and desire. I couldn’t see his lips, but I completely felt the smile he formed. I started moaning louder, feeling the trickles of water running down my face, unsure if they were from my own sweat or the shower.

  “Rick…”

  “Let go, baby,” Rick commanded. I immediately felt the vibration of the words as they coursed into me. I climaxed hard and fast, screaming out his name and every curse word in my repertoire. He waited patiently until I was finished and still. Then as gently as possible, he gripped my stomach while removing each of my legs. I still felt unsteady.

  Rick stood up, smiling wickedly at me.

  “That was…herculean,” I choked out, unable to find a better adjective.

  “You have a way with words, Marley. Tell me, did it tickle?”

  I started laughing. “I was too busy to notice.”

  He leaned in closer to me, kissing my shoulder. “You taste
incredible.”

  What do you say to that? I said the only appropriate reply to any compliment bestowed upon me. “Um…thanks.”

  He chuckled. “What? You don’t believe me? Taste yourself.” He rolled his tongue inside my mouth. It was unexpected, something I would have thought gross, but in this instance, it was extremely…erotic. He tasted like peppermint leaves and something else that I guess was me.

  I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. Rick crossed his arms over my bottom and lifted me up. My legs automatically encircled his hips. He pressed my back against the tile wall, adjusting my position, so he could enter me. “Put me inside you, baby.” He used that soft but commanding voice I’d grown to love. It was his Pied Piper voice that made it impossible not to follow his direction, not that I wanted to disobey him.

  I took one of my arms from around his neck and placed his erection so the tip was just inside my entrance. I watched as his body merged with mine. Then I could only feel. I clutched onto his neck while he moved almost completely out then slammed back into me.

  “Is this too much?” he asked between heavy breaths.

  “No, don’t stop,” I screamed.

  Rick retreated and slammed right back into me again and again. “Are you sure? You’re so tight and I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Yesssss.”

  “Fuck.”

  He moved with precision, changing his pattern only slightly but enough that it increased my pleasure. I clung to his neck and screamed out my climax. My multiple climaxes. Somewhere between my building moans and euphoria, I felt Rick let go too.

  “Marley!”

  He held me in position as our shaking subsided and we reclaimed our breath. I felt him inside me. It was pleasant, but disconcerting…he was still hard. He broke our contact, removing himself slowly and steadying me. “The water’s getting cold.”

  It was cold and until he’d said that, I hadn’t even realised it. We’d been in the shower for a long time. He turned it off then grabbed a large towel from the hook outside. He dried me first, working his way down my body and each leg. It was tender, sweet and so different from the erotic stuff we’d just done, but it felt connected all the same. He dried himself before wrapping the towel around me.