Show Me Something

by Aubrey Bondurant

  I loved his recollection of our teasing conversation from the other night. “I’m actually not much of a wrapping-paper-and-ribbons kind of girl. I like to get straight to the good stuff.” I took a seat on the bed and lifted a brow, waiting.

  “No arguments from me.” He walked over and knelt down, removed his glasses, and leaned in for a kiss. There was no hesitancy, only the sweet luxury of finally being able to touch after waiting all evening.

  My hands traveled down his arms, pulling him in closer and allowing the kiss to deepen. He was such an incredible kisser. Which almost distracted me from what I wanted most this evening.

  Once Mark stood up, his waist at eye level, I set my hands to work on the task of unzipping his trousers.

  “Impatient, are we?”

  I nodded, watching as he helped me along with the reveal by hooking his fingers in his trousers. He pulled them down his hips, thumbs apparently grabbing his boxers at the same time because, in one swoop, there he was in all his glory. Thick, long, and protruding proudly, as if waiting for my praise.

  I leaned forward, unable to keep myself from licking the pre-come that beaded on his tip.

  He let out a shuddered breath. “This is your birthday, Jules.”

  “You’re right. It is. And I want to taste you.”

  Suddenly he pulled back, grabbing something off the nightstand. “I, uh, need these.” He grinned, slipping back on his glasses.

  “Don’t want to miss any details, huh?”

  He shook his head and stepped forward to where I now sat up on the edge of the bed, reaching for him. I’d never been much of a giving-head kind of girl, but the thought of putting my mouth on this beautiful man was exciting. So was getting to see him in the light for the first time.

  “Uh, Jules?”

  I looked up and realized I’d probably been staring at it for a full minute.

  His half-amused, half-aroused gaze settled on me.

  “Sorry, it’s just, well, it’s a really great cock.”

  I. Did. Not. Just. Say. That.

  His chuckle made me realize that yes, in fact, I had.

  I slapped a hand over my mouth.

  “Don’t go covering your mouth now. It’s only getting started.”

  Ha. The man had jokes. “Clearly, you’ve crossed into my land of the crazy. Sorry, you know I have this thing with filters or lack thereof—”

  “Jules, put my cock in your mouth.”

  Turns out that was hard to do when you were grinning, but it didn’t take long to manage because when I gripped his length and heard his gasp, all humor was replaced with unfiltered hunger.

  Not wanting to wait a second longer, I leaned forward and again tasted the tip with my tongue, enjoying the rumble from low in his chest. Mouthing the crown, I sucked lightly, sliding up and down the hand which gripped him while the other hand moved to cup his balls. My lips moved down his length. I couldn’t believe how velvety soft his skin was or that he was growing even larger in my hand.

  Opening my mouth wider, I bobbed my head forward and took him as deep as I could. His muttered string of expletives made me revel. I might be out of practice, but he was far from complaining. Using my hand along with my mouth, I set a rhythm that took him to the back of my throat.

  My eyes were starting to water from the effort, but I could feel him getting close. His fingers entwined in my hair; his gaze locked on mine. What I wouldn’t give to see him completely naked.

  “I’m close.”

  I doubled my efforts, watching him throw back his head and feeling him grasp my hair tighter while his thighs quivered.

  “If you don’t want me coming down your throat, I need you to stop.”

  As if I’d deny myself the taste of him. In an effort to show him I wasn’t about to halt my efforts, I pulled him deeper, gripping his ass with both hands now. The first taste that hit my tongue was salty, but his moan had me anxious for every drop, especially since I now knew how much it turned him on.

  After swallowing it down, I was shocked when he hauled me to my feet and kissed me deeply. After he pulled back, I had to ask. “I thought guys didn’t kiss after, you know.”

  “I’m not sure about other men, but in this moment there isn’t anything keeping me away from your lips.”

  How do you not grin when a man kisses you after a blow job because he can’t help himself?

  “Like that answer, do you?” He kissed down my neck, his hand making its way between my legs.

  “Mm, it would be no fun to be dirty all alone.”

  He leaned back and chuckled. “You have no idea what you’ve just started. Get up onto your knees, gorgeous, in the center of the bed and show me that ass.”

  I moved quickly to do as I was told, my heart slamming in my chest with pure adrenaline. I refused to spare an insecure thought. My backside wasn’t something I’d ever been self-conscious about. Besides, I was too unbelievably turned on to feel anxious.

  I felt his weight on the bed and smelled his distinct scent of soap with aftershave. Then he touched me again. Feather light, he skimmed the exposed skin above my thigh-high stockings before one of his hands dove under my dress. There he found me wet and bare for him.

  “I like to think you’ve been this way for me since you saw me in the restaurant. This pretty pussy waiting for me while we were eating dinner and then at the club.”

  “Yes,” I whispered, unashamed in my desire for him.

  He growled while flipping up my dress, exposing my entire backside to him.

  To make it easier, I put my head down into the pillow and turned so I could still see him over my shoulder.

  “This vision right here is what I’ve been thinking of all night. I wanted to throw you over my shoulder and bring you back here the minute I saw you in this dress.”

  I giggled at the thought. “That would’ve made quite the statement for our friends.”

  He inched one of his fingers inside of me slowly, as though he had all the time in the world. The gesture completely shut off any anxiety I might’ve felt about him seeing me in the light.

  “You’re so wet, but tight at the same time. Tell me how much you want me here, deep inside of you.”

  “I do. I want you to fuck me hard. Don’t hold anything back.” I could hardly believe the words had escaped my mouth.

  “Jesus,” he hissed, reaching for the nightstand and a condom.

  I could see him frantically tearing the wrapper and putting it onto his hardened length. He’d definitely recovered from the first round.

  Wasting no time once he had the condom on, he plunged into me on one stroke.

  I gasped at the instant fullness.

  “Shit. Are you okay? Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.” He was holding completely still.

  “You didn’t. Only took me by surprise. But in a good way.” I inched forward and slammed back.

  This time it was his turn to expel a harsh breath. His fingers gripped my hips before he began to move, holding nothing back in his thrusts.

  I gritted my teeth, feeling on edge, and took my own hand to rub my clit, anxious for my orgasm.

  “That’s it. Play with yourself while I pound into you.”

  The sound of skin slapping filled the room along with our harsh breathing. Suddenly, he pulled out.

  “Ahh, what are you doing?” I’d been so close.

  His chuckle sounded in my ear as his fingers entered me, working my wetness. “Robbed you of an orgasm, did I?”

  “Yes. I was almost there.”

  “I promise this will be worth it.” Abruptly, he moved his fingers up, spreading the wetness to a place I’d never been touched.

  My entire body shuddered with the anticipation.

  “I want to play with your ass. Make you come harder than you ever have.”

  “’Kay.” It was a lame response, but I could no longer talk. He’d just slid the first finger inside, gently penetrating my back hole. Then there was pressure as he pressed back inside of
my pussy. He didn’t let his finger stay where it was buried, but worked me in and out, the finger together with his cock.

  “Oh God,” I moaned, overwhelmed with the dual sensations.

  “You like this? My fingers in your ass while I pump my cock in and out of you?”

  “Yesss.” I was close again to building.

  “And do you like it when I talk dirty to you? Telling you what I’m doing to your gorgeous body?”

  “Yesss.” I was pushing back to meet his thrusts, biting my lip at the intensity of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me.

  “Touch yourself again. Come all over my cock. I want to feel it.”

  All it took was a swipe of my clit, and I was done for. Completely eviscerated from the heat overtaking my entire body. The electrical shock tingled clear down to my toes as I cried out with my climax. If it hadn’t been for Mark’s loud animal-like growl, I think I would’ve missed his orgasm completely.

  “Wow,” I said, feeling him pull out a minute later.

  “Yeah. Wow. Give me a second.”

  As soon as his weight left the bed, I collapsed on my stomach, facing towards the bathroom where he’d retreated. I was too exhausted to care about the state of my remaining clothing or try to look remotely sexy when I watched him return with a washcloth in his hand.

  He must’ve felt the same way, not caring about appearance, because the vision of him instantly had me laughing.

  He stopped, giving me the adorable grin of his. “What’s so funny?”

  “You. You’re Porky-pigging it.”

  “What in the world is that?” He moved onto the bed. I realized the washcloth was for me when he began intimately washing me.

  “You still have your shirt on, but no pants. Like Porky the Pig. Sorry, random shit hits me at the most inappropriate times. But you know, if you want to take off your shirt, I’m game.”

  He smirked. “I think I need to keep something in reserve. Although if you want to show me that freshly waxed pussy of yours, we may be able to negotiate something.”

  He undid my boots, which until this moment I’d forgotten I was still wearing. Then he peeled down my stockings, one at a time.

  “You’re serious about the whole ‘you show me yours and I’ll show you mine.’”

  His hands caressed up my legs, cupping my ass after he lay down beside me.

  I flipped over onto my side, allowing me to see his face and meet his eyes.

  “Absolutely. And we’ll get there.”

  “Tonight was progress, I guess.”

  “It was, and it’s a matter of time before I have my face buried between your thighs, completely devouring you. It’ll happen, Jules.”

  That little voice said, ‘if you don’t ruin it,’ but I internally told the voice to shut up. Out of habit, I turned toward the monitor on my nightstand. Too late, I remembered Tristan was upstairs. Sighing, I turned back.

  “It’s hard for you to let him spend the night with someone else, isn’t it?”

  I nodded, hating that I was once again getting emotional over it.

  He leaned in, kissing me gently. “You could go get him.”

  “I can’t. They’re probably asleep by now, and Haylee was right. It was better not to wake him up. I’ve just never spent an entire night away from him. Stupid, I know, to get upset by it.”

  “I don’t think it’s stupid at all. Hey, I don’t want to see you sad. Call them and pick him up.”

  I loved how supportive he was. Rob certainly wouldn’t have understood. “I’ll be okay. But I’d better check my phone in case they text or call me.”

  After jumping out of bed, I walked out into the living room and grabbed the device from my purse. I frowned at the missed calls from my attorney and held it up to listen to his voice message.

  “Ms. Walker, this is Harvey. Your husband made bail today. He’s been told he can’t leave the state, but, uh, you may want to be extra cautious in protecting your whereabouts. I’ll do my best to keep you updated if there are any further developments or if he pushes to see Tristan.”

  Breath left me. I didn’t register Mark calling my name until he was beside me, wearing both his shirt and boxers. “What’s wrong? Everything okay with Tristan?”

  “Yeah. That was my attorney’s voicemail from earlier this evening. Rob made bail.”

  Mark’s jaw clenched before he reassured me. “He won’t find you. Come to think of it, we’ll have your PI keep track of him. Does Rob have an electronic GPS bracelet?”

  “I haven’t a clue. Harvey didn’t mention it. I guess I can call him tomorrow and find out.” As for the private investigator, I couldn’t afford to have him follow Rob around day and night considering my funds were limited. Every time my attorney called me, I spent more money. Before the divorce and Rob’s trial was over, I’d be in for thousands.

  “You want to go up and get Tristan now, don’t you?”

  I nodded, trying to keep the tears from forming.

  “I’m sure Haylee and Josh would understand, especially given the circumstances.”

  I contemplated doing that. But Rob hadn’t given a shit about me or his son for years. The only reason he’d seek us out now would be because he’d heard about my part in uncovering his crimes. It had been inadvertent—I’d only wanted to prove he was cheating and using drugs—but the PI had found so much more.

  Oh God. What if Rob did find out I’d contributed to his arrest? What if he was out for revenge? Nope, not going there. I couldn’t. I took a deep breath and convinced myself there would be no way he could find me up here. No connection he’d be able to follow. I was thankful Mark had talked me into a new phone.

  My voice was thick as my mind raced. I hated the unknown of Rob being out of jail. “I, um, I’ll wait until morning. I only have a few more hours until then, anyhow.”

  His arms enveloped me.

  I found myself sinking into him, appreciating his support.

  “What can I do?”

  “You’re actually doing it now by just being here. Thank you.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Mark held me that night while I finally drifted off to sleep in the wee hours, exhausted from letting my brain run wild with scenarios involving Rob. But, as always, when I woke up, he was gone. This shouldn’t have bothered me since I’d been the one to set the boundaries. But this morning, with my emotions running high, it did.

  I took a quick shower, however by six am I was already chomping at the bit to get a text from Haylee that Tristan was awake. He was normally an early riser, but chances were he’d stayed up later, and it would be at least another hour before he got up. I was trying to be patient, but my whole life revolved around a little boy whose father had been newly released from jail. It was amazing how panicked and guilty I started to feel at being away from him.

  Mommy guilt. It’s as though you can’t leave the hospital without getting a bag of it to go with your new bundle of joy. Working mother. Go ahead and add a truckload more the first time you leave your baby for work. Of course, I’d been lucky in having my mother able to watch him over that summer until I could find a good day care, but still, I’d fretted.

  Filing for divorce, leaving my husband, and moving up here may have been hands down the right things to do, but boom, on came more guilt. So that’s why taking a night to myself to go to dinner, a club, and have amazing sex—Well, it tipped my balance. So much so that I promised I’d never put myself first again. Which was ridiculous, but that’s what mommy guilt did to you.

  Luckily, Haylee’s text telling me Tristan was up came in the nick of time and saved me from any more self-lecturing.

  I thought I’d be an intruder on an intimate family morning when Haylee invited me to come for the mouse pancakes, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Even Josh went out of his way to ensure I felt comfortable once I arrived, and he entertained Tristan with two stories while his mom made her famous Mickey-face pancakes.

  We were having an amazing morning un
til I saw my attorney’s number flash up on my screen. I’d been expecting his call since I’d emailed him before I’d come up. Quickly, I excused myself from the dining table.

  “Hello.”

  “Hi, Ms. Walker. I’m sorry for the calls over the weekend.”

  “No, no. It’s okay.” Although he was probably charging me double now. “Not like it’s your fault. Do you know if Rob has a monitoring bracelet?”

  “He does not, unfortunately. But the good news is your PI, Andy, is watching him. Thus far, Rob’s been staying at his girlfriend’s place. Uh, sorry.”

  The thought of my ex having a girlfriend no longer bothered me. “Don’t be. Wait, did you say Andy is monitoring him?” I hadn’t called my PI, and I certainly didn’t have the money to hire him to watch Rob twenty-four seven.

  “Your boss, Brian, is picking up the tab.”

  “The hell he is. Tell him no.”

  “Uh, that’s not my call. His contract is directly with Andy.”

  “Were you the one who told Brian about Rob being out on bail?”

  “No, ma’am.”

  Which meant Mark had been the one to pass on the information to Brian since he was the only one to whom I’d revealed the situation.

  “If you want my two cents, I suggest you let the PI do his job, especially if knowing Rob’s whereabouts and activities will give you peace of mind about your safety and that of your son.”

  “Right. Okay. Thanks, Harvey.”

  I absolutely hated that part of him was right. But I was going to kill Brian when I met him and Sasha for lunch later. You know in the way which said thank you, you’re the most amazing friend ever, but you’re totally a dead man.

  ***

  “You are not spending your money for my PI to keep tabs on Rob.”

  I sent my text to Brian ten minutes after hanging up with my attorney. Subtle I was not. And I wasn’t known for my patience, either.

  “Worth the sacrifice and not up for argument, especially if you want me to treat you to lunch.”

  I knew he’d be stubborn, and I’d be damned if I let him pay for lunch, too.

  When Tristan and I went to meet Sasha and Brian at the hotel that afternoon, my boss and friend of ten years completely disarmed me once I walked through the lobby doors. How? By stepping up and giving me a heartfelt hug and murmuring these words.