“Once,” she admitted. “There was a party. I had too much to drink. I’m not sure what happened exactly, why it suddenly seemed like a good idea, but it wasn’t. Afterwards, I felt really bad. Don’t mistake me, Rick. I’m quite liberated. I’ve had casual sex with more than one person. That shouldn’t surprise you, as I made the same offer to you, but in Joe’s case, it was a mistake. I knew it right away when I saw that hopeful, longing look in his eyes. I spent the next month trying to convince him that he shouldn’t hold out hope where none existed. I did my best to limit the damage, but it would seem he never did listen. Damn it, Rick! Why does no one listen to me? Why do they think they know what I want better than I do?”
“I don’t know, Aubree,” Rick said. “At a guess I’d say people find you appealing, and want some say in how you spend your time. Guess I’m guilty of it myself.” He ran his hand over his head, registering a moment of surprise when he touched, not long strands but thick stubble.
“Yeah, you are,” she agreed. “In your case though, I felt like there was more honesty in the exchange. You didn’t assume we were together when we weren’t. You did the courtesy of explaining your thinking and listening to mine. That’s not the same. I mean, if I actually felt pressured or disrespected, we wouldn’t be here.”
Rick twisted his lips to one side. “Small town politics, eh? I have to admit I feel a bit sorry for the guy. It’s not a nice feeling knowing someone you care about has chosen a different partner. Knowing he’ll see you all the time must make it even more uncomfortable.”
“You’re not joking.” Aubree sighed. “We work closely together on a weekly basis. Awkward. Still, I did what I could to help him understand. It’s not my fault he wouldn’t listen.”
“It isn’t,” Rick agreed, “though I imagine for someone who isn’t into casual, that might have been confusing. Know one way to be sure it doesn’t happen again?”
Aubree raised her eyebrows.
“Sleep with only one person, one who can’t get the wrong idea about it and won’t have to worry about being disappointed.”
“Someone like… my boyfriend?” Aubree suggested, smiling shyly.
“Exactly like that.”
She inhaled a lungful of cold night air and pretended to consider the possibility. “I don’t know,” she said at last. “My boyfriend isn’t particularly casual. What if he won’t agree?”
“He will, for you. Besides, in this case, it’s serious, isn’t it?”
She tapped one fingertip to her chin. “Yes, I suppose it is. It’s a little bit serious, but also a lot of fun, or at least I hope it will be.”
“I think you can count on that, Aubree,” Rick stated, sounding less casual than ever. “Now then, I suggest we find a place to watch this Christmas parade.”
“Really?” she asked. “No hurry?”
“None,” he replied. “Let the anticipation build.”
“I like the way you think, Mister.”
***
Aubree clung to Rick’s mouth in an endless kiss… a hundred matings of mouth on mouth, one blending into another even as she unlocked her door and tumbled into the room.
“Rick,” she murmured, reaching for the buttons of his shirt. “Say yes, Rick, please.”
He paused.
“Oh, come on,” she begged. “I did what you asked. We went on a date, in public, in front of everyone. You promised.” Her body tingled, pleading her with wordless sensations of need.
“Will there be another, honey? You’re not just using me for my body, are you?”
Aubree giggled. “I have every intention of using your body, Mr. Lawrence, but I wasn’t playing games when I called you my boyfriend.” She inhaled and released the air in a warm puff. “Now that I’m used to the idea, I kinda like it.”
He grinned, which made her heart turn over and her panties decidedly wet. “Well, then, Ms. Melville, I believe you and I have an agreement.”
He grasped her hips and thrust his pelvis, letting her feel his arousal.
“Nice.” Aubree laced her fingers through Rick’s and led him up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom.
“Someone’s eager,” he commented.
“You got that right, mister,” she said, shamelessly flaunting her aggressive sexuality. He might not do casual, but I don’t do timid. Aubree tugged her dress over her head and stroked her fingers over her own skin, curving her palms around her breasts, the better to display them to Rick’s hungry gaze. “Like what you see?”
“I do,” he agreed. “Show me the rest, Aubree.”
She wiggled her eyebrows, sliding her hands around her back to open the clasp. With excruciating slowness, she lowered the garment, revealing her breasts to his gaze. He gulped and reached forward with one roughened hand. Though she wanted like anything to see those stained and tattooed fingers against her naked flesh, she dodged out of the way. “Easy, there, Mister.”
“Don’t tease,” he growled.
“Oh, but I will,” she insisted. “I’ll tease and torment you, and you’ll love every second, and then…” she hooked one finger in her pantyhose and panties and dragged them to her knees. They slipped to the floor. “Then I’ll deliver on that promise and let you dip in here.” She dragged her fingertips through the neatly trimmed hair on her mound.
“Oh, God, Aubree.” He reached for her again, and this time he let her draw him close, stepping out of her remaining garments and allowing him to draw her against his frame.
“This feels so wrong,” she commented, “being naked while you’re fully dressed.” He regarded her in concern. “Wrong in a good way,” she added. “I like being naughty.”
“Naughty girls like you get what they deserve,” Rick commented cryptically, sliding his fingers over her skin.
“And what would that be?” Aubree burrowed both hands under his shirt to touch his bare chest.
“They deserve to be kissed, and fondled to screaming orgasms,” he replied, cupping her bottom and holding her tight against his erection. “And then they deserve to have a man fill them up completely and ride them hard. Do you want that, Aubree?”
She shimmied her body against him. “I want that, Rick. I think all those things sound just perfect. Come to bed with me and show me what I deserve.”
“Lie down,” he urged. She hurried to comply, sprawling on her side and watching as Rick returned the favor she’d just given him, drawing off his clothing in a slow display of confident sexiness. The buttons of his shirt yielded to his blunt, calloused fingers to reveal a chest lightly dusted with golden hairs that spread out over an almost flat belly before gathering into a slightly darker happy trail that pointed the way down to his loosened waistband.
Aubree braced herself on one arm to watch the show. He slowly tugged his jeans down over narrow hips, kicking off his shoes as he went, and leaving only a pair of heavily tented boxers to guard his last secret. Aubree stared at the prominent bulge. “Think it will fit?” she asked, only half joking.
He winked at her. “We’ll work it out… or rather work it in, somehow.”
Her vulva clenched.
He leaned down and grabbed his jeans, fishing in his pocket to withdraw a small square packet she instantly recognized. “Only one?”
“Insatiable wench,” he teased. “I’m not the energizer bunny, Aubree.”
“I know.” She reached out and trailed one hand down his arm, closing it around his and the condom. “We do have a whole weekend – apart from a couple of showings, that is. But don’t worry. I have more.”
Rick grinned. She tugged him toward the bed, close enough that she could snag his boxers and ease them down. His rigid length sprang free and her mouth went dry at the thought of getting friendly with his tempting thickness.
He stretched out beside her, tucking the condom under the pillow, and cupped her cheek on one hand, leaning forward to kiss and taste her. She coiled her tongue around his. They moved to embrace one another, bodies aligning. Aubree sighed with
pleasure as the hairs on Rick’s chest stimulated her nipples. His erection poked into her belly, and she tightened in involuntary response. She shifted her hips.
“Damn, that’s hot,” Rick groaned. “Woman, you have no idea how much you turn me on.”
“Oh, I might have a clue,” she contradicted, reaching down and wrapping her fingers around him. He grunted at the bold touch. “A friend told me.” She moved his sex up and down over the soft skin of her belly.
“Two can play at this game, Ms. Melville.” He gripped her shoulder and shoved her onto her back, capturing her teasing hands and pinning them over her head. Aubree shifted again. Rick leaned down and bit the straining tip of her breast.
Aubree gasped as sensation shot straight to her core. Moisture grew and tension began to coil within her. “More, Rick please,” she begged. He released her hands and scooted down her body, grasping the bitten nipple. She emitted a whimpering cry, arching her back into the rough touch. She looked at Rick and found him staring at her breast. Darting down, he captured her other nipple between his lips and began to suck hard.
Aubree bucked and wriggled, her hands on Rick’s neck urging him closer, guiding him from one side to the other. The stimulation grew and grew until it became almost unbearable. Aubree’s every breath emerged as an airy cry. Her hips rose of their own accord, rubbing her mound against Rick.
“What do you need, honey?” he asked. “Do you want me to touch you here?” His palm cupped her aching sex.
Aubree parted her thighs and arched into his touch. His fingers passed the outer lips to explore the slick folds within. Free of restrictive clothing, he had no trouble easing two thick digits into her.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, pleasure ratcheting up to a new level.
“Tiny, tiny,” he commented. “You’re going to feel like a vise. I can’t wait.”
“Then don’t,” she snarled between clenched teeth.
“And rush our moment? No way, honey,” Rick refused, slipping his fingers in and out. “I want to savor this a long time.”
Drawing himself down her body, he nestled his face between her thighs and tormented her with a long, slow lick.
Aubree groaned and arched her back, thrusting toward the unbearable stimulation. Rick eased a third finger into her, and the delicious stretch catapulted her into an orgasm. She rocked and bucked as Rick stretched and tasted her. Too overwhelmed to scream, she could only whimper her ecstasy to the ceiling.
“Now then, Ms. Melville,” Rick said, surging over her and snagging the condom from under the pillow, “I believe you had a request…”
“Oh, no,” Aubree protested. “Not yet.” She rolled, using momentum to force a startled Rick back onto the mattress. Then she took firm hold of his penis on one clenched fist. “Let me get to know the gentleman first, don’t you think?”
“Oh, certainly,” he agreed.
He’s not circumcised. Interesting. Gripping his foreskin between her fingertips, she moved it over his erection with gentle firmness. Giving Rick a naughty glance, she leaned down and licked the weeping opening. He groaned. She waggled her eyebrows at him. Then, with a wink, she sucked his head into her mouth. Listening to Rick’s growls pleased her almost as much as her own orgasm had – almost, but nothing matches the real thing.
She sucked him deep into the back of her throat, dragged her way upward and surged down again. Rick’s fingers laced into the back of her hair and urged her on. She teased, licked and stroked her man. My man. I didn’t think I’d like the sound of that, but I do.
Aubree noticed the condom packet forgotten in Rick’s hand and quickly snagged it, tearing the foil with her teeth and scooting down so she could unroll the rubber.
“Oh, baby,” Rick groaned, his voice deep and slow. Aubree hitched her leg over his torso and positioned herself.
“You ready?” she asked. “I’m so wet I’m about to drip, but you’re pretty hung. Shall we see how well this works?”
In answer, Rick arched his hips. She pointed his penis upward and lowered herself. They surged together, forcing Rick’s swollen thickness through the tight opening into Aubree’s depths. They took no time for gentle thrusts, instead choosing to force their bodies together. Aubree groaned as stimulation that teased the line between pleasure and pain tightened down her clamping passage until it immobilized Rick at full penetration.
She threw her head back and howled as Rick gripped her hips, urging her upward before dragging her back down again.
Rick and Aubree thrust convulsively against each other, fighting to push Rick’s erection as deep into her body as possible.
“Oh, yes,” she cried, shuddering as new waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Rick’s hands tightened and he increased the pressure of his thrusts, pounding up into her.
Aubree’s orgasm peaked and began to wane, leaving her drained. She sank slowly toward Rick’s chest. He held on tight and rolled her, leaving her sprawled on her back, arms splayed, legs spread wide. He drove into her core, igniting aftershocks and. Aubree watched him thrust: teeth set, face harsh with pleasure, arms bulging as he gripped her thighs, hips pistoning.
Oh, God, this feels fantastic. As he pounded into her welcoming body, pleasure began to rise again. Aubree planted her feet on the mattress and lifted her hips. Again, he surged deep, touching her most exquisitely sensitive spot. She grabbed his shoulders and dug nails into his skin. The sting seemed to push him over some kind of plateau. He slammed full-force into her and roared, muscles locked and shuddering.
Aubree smiled to herself as Rick collapsed onto her, crushing her with his weight.
The sex was phenomenal. Damn. I don’t regret a thing. Tomorrow, she knew, questions would need to be answered, nosy loved ones addressed, but she felt ready. Whatever comes next, when I have this Mr. Wrong with me, I know everything will be all right.
Unwrapped Gifts
J M Northup
Copyright © 2016 by:
J M Northup
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PROLOGUE
“Feelings of worth can flourish only in an atmosphere where individual differences are appreciated, mistakes are tolerated, communication is open, and rules are flexible — the kind of atmosphere that is found in a nurturing family.”
-- Virginia Satir
Chapter 1
There was a time when I loved him. She couldn’t deny the truth, not even to herself. But so much has changed. We’ve changed. Tally Abram lifted her hazel eyes, embellished with a kiss of eyeliner and a stroke of mascara, to meet his intense gaze. “You shouldn’t have come.”
His expression turned pleading. “I – I had to. I didn’t have a choice.”
She gave his a sardonic look. “What didn’t you have a choice in; coming here even after I’ve told you countless times not to, or staying with your wife?”
“Both,” he replied, throwing his hands in the air to emphasize his frustration.
“Bullshit! We all have choices,” the olive-skinned beauty corrected him sourly, “even when we don’t want to admit it.”
“I couldn’t,” he groaned, dragging a large, calloused hand over his pained face. Appearing weathered, he reached toward her. “Can’t you see that?”
The woman sighed. I’m tired of this conversation, especially since I know it’s the one thing that’ll never change. How could I have been so stupid? Crossing her arms over her ample chest, she said, “Not making a choice is a choice.”
“Tally, please…”
Shaking her head, she exhaled loudly. This is ridiculous. I don’t even remember what I saw in him. What was I thinking? I’m so done with his games. The light danced across the clear gloss adorning her plump lips, pouty against her sculpted Mediterranean features. “Good-b
ye, George.”
Tally stood firm as he gaped at her in disbelief. “You don’t want to do this, Tally.”
“Oh, but I do – and have. I’ve wasted enough time on you and I refuse to waste any more.” When he just stood there, opening his mouth a few times like a distressed fish gasping for air, she added, “I can see you want to say more, but there’s nothing left to discuss.” She gestured toward the door. “I trust you know your way out?”
By evidence of his defeated posture and rejected expression, George seemed to finally accept the inevitable conclusion, or so she hoped. She glared at him until he silently turned from her and shuffled toward the exit. When she tilted her head back slightly, a wealth of chestnut-colored hair cascaded down her back, and Tally experienced a wave of gratitude. As it washed over her tiny frame, she thought, At last, he’s walking away. Thank God!
*****
Lex Ackerman nervously paced outside the office door. Skittering around, his hands fidgeted as he waited. She’s going to kill me. He paused long enough to peer through the glass wall where Tally Abram faced her ex-lover. She looks disappointed, he realized with a pang of regret. Hopefully, I’m not the reason she’s perturbed. Damnit! I was only away from my desk for maybe a minute. He inhaled deeply as he began to pace again, unaware he was gesturing with his internal monologue. What am I thinking? Of course, she’s not mad at me. Tally’s upset because of George. He stopped and glanced at the hallway leading to the elevators. He must have been hiding around the corner, watching for a chance to slide in unseen. Ugh! He’s such an asshole.
When George walked into the cubical-filled bay surrounded by offices and meeting rooms, he drew more than one scornful eye. He cowered in shame, clearly desperate to avoid attention. Spineless wretch never could stomach confrontation, Lex thought as he watched the man move swiftly toward the closest exit; a stairway positioned between the office and elevators. Why couldn’t he have been that eager to leave in the past? He could’ve saved us all a lot of trouble. He huffed indignantly with arms akimbo. It wasn’t hard for me to see he’s a narcissist, who only cares about his own gains. His words are as hollow as his soul. I’m just thankful Tally came to her senses and realized it herself before it was too late.
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