Mr. Write Now

by Summer Wynter

  He tsked. “This isn’t going to be your standard in and out, Miss McCall.” He used the formal address, mostly to tease her and goad her on.

  “Going to teach me something, ah-!” She cut off with a breathless gasp as he slid two fingers into her effortlessly and began pumping them in and out of her.

  Her walls clamped down on him at once, and his cock was pressing against the front of his slacks with enough force to leave an indent of the zipper on it, even through the fabric of his boxers. He wanted inside of her.

  He forced himself to be patient though. She was an experience to be savored.

  “Yes, Miss McCall.” He purred. “I am going to teach you quite a few things, before the night is over.”

  He leaned down to kiss her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him to her as they engaged in a furious battle with lips, teeth, and tongue. She wrapped one long leg around his waist, pressing the bulge in his pants to her exposed sex.

  It drew a wild gasp from him, this time. He ached, blood pounding through his veins, pulsing through his groin, and his libido was urging him forward, urging him to find release.

  He dragged himself away from her, ripping his tie off with a half-snarl of frustration when it wouldn’t come off fast enough. The yellow shirt followed after it, landing on the table a few feet away.

  Rosa laughed at his eagerness. At least, until he began pumping his fingers in and out of her once again, curling his fingers to reach that spot inside of her that would send her over the edge.

  Rosa’s eyes glazed over and her mouth slackened in an expression of pure pleasure. Her head tilted back and she fisted her hand in her own hair with a moan.

  “Oh Rick!” She moaned, lifting her hips in yearning little circles, as he continued to pump in and out of her, his thumb teasing her clit as he did. “Oh God, Oh God Rick please-”

  The cries were music to his ears, a frantic chorus of pleading continuing to the final, violet crescendo. She finally came clear off the island, and he had to hold her so she’d not fall off it completely. She moaned out his name a final time, and her face contorted into an expression of absolute ecstasy. Her walls trembled violently around his fingers, and he grinned in satisfaction.

  He pulled away, and Rosa sagged boneless onto the counter, breathing hard. She flushed a little, as he licked his fingers clean.

  She watched as he unbuttoned his slacks with the lazy confidence of a Casanova from one of the romance novels she so liked. He stripped them off with the same self-assured pace.

  “Do I need to get a condom?” He asked. It wasn’t romantic, really. But neither was unplanned pregnancy.

  “I’m on the pill.” She said, voice almost slurring. He smirked. Had her orgasm really been that good?

  “Good.”

  He pulled the boxers off as well, and his cock sprang free. It stood proud and erect, and Rosa sat up a little to get a good look at it. Her eyes widened a fraction.

  “Wow.” She breathed, and his ego soared.

  He parted her shapely legs, and hiked her skirt up around her hips. It was an extremely fetching sight, even with only her bottom half exposed. He couldn’t wait to get the dress completely off of her.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yes.” She breathed.

  He positioned himself carefully, the head of him nudging her core. He wanted to slam himself home. Instead, he forced himself to slow down, easing the tip into her slowly.

  He groaned. She was so damned tight. Of course she would be. Such a young, lithe thing was bound to have a tight little body. He slid himself further inside, after checking to be sure he wasn’t hurting her.

  “More.” She moaned, grasping at his broad shoulders, pulling him down toward her.

  Fuck it.

  He rammed himself in to the hilt and moaned. Rosa’s answering moan was breathy and accompanied by another plea to God. He thrust himself inside her, over and over until the frantic pitch of her voice resumed again. She wrapped her legs around him, holding him to her.

  He tweaked her nipples, fisted a hand in her hair, and even bit her gently, all without taking his eyes off her face.

  She came again, and still he continued. When he finally came it was with such force that it took even him by surprise. For a long, suspended moment in time he couldn’t see, couldn’t think, could only feel overwhelming bliss.

  And then he collapsed, still seeing stars on top of Rosa. She didn’t even grunt her displeasure at his weight on her. She kept making small, happy sound beneath him.

  “That was…” She breathed.

  “Great.” He concluded.

  “I should probably get up.” She confessed. “But…I don’t think my legs will support me.”

  “Later.” He said, equally as winded as she sounded. “We’ll do it on the bed later tonight, so we don’t have that problem.”

  “Later?” Her eyes glittered beneath the silver mask. He couldn’t tell, but he thought the look was one of smug satisfaction. “Does that mean we’re not finished?”

  “Not even close.”

  Chapter Six

  Rosa had fallen asleep with the mask on. He’d draped the pearls on the vanity’s counter when they’d relocated to the bedroom, to get at her neck unimpeded. Bruises were beginning to blossom along her neck and collarbone. He felt bad about that, but couldn’t recall a time she’d ever said it hurt. She’d just asked for more, and harder.

  Rosa’s eyes fluttered open and she gave him a drowsy smile. A ray of light filtered through his curtains, painting her skin gold and outlining each tousled curl.

  “Morning.” She greeted cheerily. She stretched, and the cover slipped off of her, leaving her chest bare. She caught him eyeing it and smirked.

  “Again? I thought you’d be sated after last night.” She teased.

  “Not even close.” He bent and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Stay here. I need to get around.”

  “You could stay in bed longer.” She coaxed. “It’s a weekend.”

  Yes it was, and something about that nagged at him. He knew there was something pressing happening today, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember what it might be.

  “No. I need to get up and brush my teeth at least.”

  She followed after him minutes later and stood in the doorway, wearing only his dress shirt from the night before.

  He brushed his teeth, flossed, and then splashed water on his face. There. He felt much better now. Rosa eyed the restroom wistfully.

  “I wish I’d thought this far ahead.” She confessed. “Hmm?”

  “Well, I had no idea if you would invite me over or not. I hoped, but….well there’s not exactly enough room in the clutched for a toothbrush or a spare pair of underwear.”

  He laughed. “Well I can’t exactly help you on the underwear. I don’t think mine will fit. I can give you a spare toothbrush though.”

  He opened a cabinet door and rummaged around until he found an already opened two-pack of toothbrushes. He handed the remaining toothbrush to Rosa. She eyed it with some amusement.

  “You like Spongebob?” She asked, and it sounded like she was barely containing a laugh.

  “No, not really. But my daughter does-“ He broke off, eyes going wide. “Shit! Shit, shit, shit!”

  “What?” Rosa asked, alarmed.

  “Elle!”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I’m such an asshole.” He groaned.

  “No you’re not.” Rosa said, taking the toothbrush from him. “Now tell me what’s going on.”

  “My daughter, Elle, is supposed to be spending the weekend with me. My ex-wife called earlier this week and said she’d be having her sister drop Elle off at ten.” He checked the clock on his cell. “So, in a half hour or so.”

  Rosa’s eyes went wide. “Do you want me to leave?”

  He shook his head. “No. I got us into this mess. I’ll get us out of it too. Besides, it would look worse to have you walking to campus in t
hat evening gown.”

  “I live on the other side of town in a shitty apartment, but yes, I understand what you’re saying.”

  He took a deep breath and racked his brain for a moment. “Okay. I have a plan. How opposed are you to acting as a baby sitter?”

  “Not very.” She said with a shrug. “I told you, I work nights and weekends. I work at the Y.”

  He breathed out a sigh of relief. He’d been bracing for an argument, afraid she’d try to make more of their tryst last night than there was.

  “Good. I’ll deal with my ex-in-laws. Would you mind digging the toaster strudels out of the freezer and setting them out to thaw? They’re Elle’s favorites.”

  “Sure, no problem.” Rosa stood on tiptoe and planted a kiss on his cheek. He felt heat rise to his face and gave her a chiding look.

  “None of that while Elle is here.”

  “I know. That’s why I’m doing it now.” She replied with a cheeky smile, and retreated to the kitchen.

  He went to the guest bedroom to clear a space for Elle. It had been a mess for weeks, since Melanie had stored most of her remaining possessions there. After he’d stuffed most of it in the closet, he retrieved an old pair of paint stained overalls and a t-shirt from one of the boxes.

  Rosa eyed them dubiously when he held them out to her. “What are those?”

  “Clothes. Put them on.”

  “They’re not my size.” She protested. They weren’t really. Rosa was less chesty than Melanie, but she was also shorter than Melanie had been. And Melanie was considered short for a model at 5’10.

  “It’s better than you going around commando in one of my shirts.”

  “They’re you’re wife’s.” She accused.

  “She hasn’t gone to art classes in years. These are destined for Goodwill anyways.”

  Rosa took them gingerly and retreated to the bathroom. He smiled as he heard the soft sound of coffee percolating in the kitchen. She’d thought of everything it seemed. He waited in the kitchen for her to reemerge. Heat flashed through him at the sight of the island. He had a vivid flash of laying her flat upon it, pushing into her wet, silken heat. His stomach clenched violently and his heart began to pound. He squeezed his eyes shut.

  Now was not the time. Elle would be arriving in twenty minutes, and soon enough he’d have to deal with Barbra, Melanie’s witch of a sister.

  He’d changed into something presentable and was sipping a cup of coffee when Barbra’s car pulled into his small gravel driveway. The rocks crunched beneath the tires as she came to a stop.

  He set the cup down and got to his feet, opening the door before Barbra could rap angrily on it. Barbra looked a lot like Melanie, though her tendency to frown made her less attractive than her sister. Honestly, it was hard to tell the sisters apart anymore, with their matching sour expressions.

  “Daddy!” Elle cried, launching herself at his shins. He took the blow in stride and grinned down at her.

  “Hey squirt.” He said, and reached down to pick her up. She squealed in delight and latched onto his neck. Barbra continued to glower at him, mutely handing him the diaper bag. It wasn’t really necessary for the diapers any longer, but he knew Melanie would have packed snacks, spare underwear, and other critical supplies he now lacked.

  “Pleased to see you too, Barbra.” He said, trying not to let anger seep into his voice.

  “Where’s your car?” Barbra asked.

  “Dead.” He responded curtly. “In a parking lot. I’m going to go get it in a few hours.”

  Barbra’s expression grew even stormier. “You’re not taking Elle out in this weather. Melanie didn’t pack any long sleeve shirts.”

  “I have a jacket or two Melanie left.” He said patiently. “But in any case, the point is moot. I’m calling a sitter to watch her for an hour or so.”

  Of course that didn’t please her either. Unsurprising, given her relation to Melanie.

  “You’re an irresponsible jackass.” She muttered when Elle had made her way inside and out of earshot.

  He had a tendency to agree with her. He had been irresponsible. He hadn’t been thinking clearly last night at all. But damned if he was going to tell her that.

  “I’m going to need that car if Melanie wants me to take her to those ballet lessons. So I think I’m being plenty responsible, Barbra.”

  They glared at each other for several long moments before Barbra harrumphed, turned on her heel, and marched back to her car. Probably off to report to her sister how he’d screwed up this time.

  He shut the door a little more firmly than he strictly needed to and turned back to his living room. It was dusty, and he hadn’t cleaned in a while. He needed to remedy that this weekend. Elle deserved better than a slovenly, irresponsible father.

  Elle was in the kitchen, eating a toaster strudel and chatting happily to Rosa when he walked in. He felt momentary confusion when he watched them together like that. It felt like two parts of his life that didn’t mesh well had been suddenly shoved forcibly together, and it was making him uncomfortable. He shouldn’t have to be ashamed of having Elle present.

  He wouldn’t, he promised himself. No matter what happened with Rosa, he was not treating Elle as an inconvenience.

  He sat down at the table across from them both. “How are you doing squirt?”

  “I’m all sticky!” She said proudly, raising her hands to show him that they were indeed coated with frosting from her breakfast.

  “Oh dear. Well, wash your hands after you eat. We can’t get sticky stuff on the couch, alright?”

  “Mommy says the same thing.” She sighed. “I can’t eat on the furniture.”

  “Listen honey.” He said. “Daddy’s got to go get his car. You’re going to stay with Rosa for a little while, okay?”

  Her tiny mouth scrunched up and then to his utter dismay her lower lip jutted and began to tremble.

  “Don’t leave, daddy.” She whispered. “I just got here.”

  It felt like he’d been punched in the chest. He was rooted to the spot by the pain her words conjured. He was an ass. An utter ass. He hadn’t even been thinking about her visit. This was karma, come to sink either fangs into his backside.

  “Why don’t we all go?” Rosa asked brightly. “And once we get the car, we’ll have lunch in the park.”

  Elle turned to him again, face brightening at the suggestion. “Can we, daddy?”

  He let out a shaky breath and shot Rosa a grateful look. He’d get her chocolate after this.

  “Sure honey.”

  He cleared away the breakfast dishes and helped Elle get her shoes on. Rosa went into the backroom and found one of Elle’s jackets. It was almost too small now, but it was better than nothing.

  Elle was complacent enough being strapped into a car seat. The cab driver gave them an indulgent smile, and he got the impression that the man thought they were family. It sent a queasy feeling of guilt coursing through him that yes, under different circumstances, he might have a daughter around Rosa’s age.

  They travelled for several miles, the conversation dominated by Elle, who was doing her best to fill him in on everything he’d missed in the last several months of her life.

  “Don’t turn here.” Rosa demanded suddenly. He looked up from his daughter’s earnest face. They were in an upscale part of Fayetteville, the sort of neighborhood that he never would have been able to afford to live in, even if he had the inclination.

  “Look lady,” the driver said, glancing at them through the rearview mirror. “This is the fastest route to where you’re headed.”

  “I’ll pay extra.” Rosa said quickly, fishing a fifty from inside her clutch. The man’s eyes widened and he nodded. Rick wondered idly where all that money was coming from, and whether or not the Y was the route he should go for employment. Rosa seemed to be doing well, for a college student.

  “Sure, whatever you want.” The driver agreed, and he swerved onto a new street, taking them away from the ritzy
neighborhood.

  The journey took about a half hour longer than it would have ordinarily, and it was lunchtime when they reached Springdale. He insisted on paying for the cab fare, but Rosa gave the driver the fifty she’d promised before he departed.

  “What was that about?” He asked in an undertone, reaching into this pockets for his keys.

  “What was what?” Rosa asked distractedly, watching the cabbie pull away.

  “The detour you took us on? Someone looking do shake you down for money up there? Though I have no idea why they’d need it, considering the accommodations they can afford.”

  “Something like that.” She muttered, still not looking at him. Her shoulders were stiff with stress, and she’d wrapped her arms tightly around her abdomen, as if she’d suddenly developed a severe stomachache.

  “You hungry?” Elle asked, blinking up at Rosa.

  “Yeah.” She replied, though her voice sounded hollow and faraway.

  “How does McDonalds sound?” Rick asked, trying to distract Elle. Rosa was clearly upset by something, and he wasn’t sure it was a conversation he wanted to get into in front of his daughter.

  “Yummy!” Elle enthused.

  It took him awhile to get the car seat situated in his truck, and he gave Rosa the go-ahead to leave and meet them at the fast food place.

  “Rosa’s nice.” Elle commented as he pulled out of the parking lot.

  “Yes, she is.”

  He relayed their orders over the phone to Rosa, so by the time they arrived she was already sitting at a table in the McDonald’s play place. He had to keep Elle at the table for long enough to eat at least her meal before he let her scurry off and play with the other children.

  “You don’t have to eat like that.” He said, pointing out her salad. “You look great.”

  “I know. I just like this, that’s all. And some of us can’t be ravening carnivores.”

  “Rick want meat. Give Rick nuggets, woman.”

  She rolled her eyes at him, and smacked him upside the head with Elle’s empty cup. “You’re incorrigible.”