He grabbed his leather coat from the hall closet and yanked it over his black, clingy tank top. Despite the chill in the air, being a six-foot-four solid wall—as his father use to call him because of his immense size and strength—made Corey almost immune to the cold, and he could feel warm on some of the chilliest of days.
“I’m going over, boy.” He bent to scratch the head of his old dog Chester, a black lab/retriever mix with a heart of gold. “Wish me luck, bud.”
Chester groaned and sniffed, then gave him a tired lick on the hand before going back to sleep in front of the couch.
***
The rain was falling heavily outside. Bekka peeled back the beige curtains and peeked up at the bruised-purple and black clouds. The streets below ran with the deluge, and Bekka let the drape fall from her grip. She glanced at the clock as she moved back to the couch. Just past midnight and no hope of sleep in sight, but that wasn’t unusual for her. Bekka grabbed her H.P. Lovecraft book off the black walnut end table and sat down to read.
A sharp knock at the door sent the paperback flying into the air, and she let out a small yelp at the startling noise. She waiting for the rapping to come again as she picked her book up from the floor. It soon followed. Pulling her robe closer around her neck, she padded barefoot across the carpet and on to the kitchen floor. Leaning over, she peered through the peephole before she undid the deadbolt.
Corey stood on the other side of the door, head down and soaked to the skin. His long, dark hair shone raven black with the wetness under the glaring streetlamp. That coat is going to be ruined.
Bekka opened the door just as he looked up. She took in his saturated clothes and skin.
It felt like someone had slammed her in the lower gut at the sight of him. Standing with hands tucked into the pockets of his soaked, tight jeans, he flashed her a cockeyed smile. His face glistened with beads of rain, and she found herself wanting to lick away the moisture from his strong, Russian face. Running her tongue over his cheekbones, across his chin…
“Hey, hon,” he slurred, staggering over the threshold as he peeled his wet coat from his massive shoulders.
“Oh, Corey.” She groaned as large puddles formed on the slippery kitchen floor. “You’re drunk.” Bekka took his chin in her hand and forced him to meet her gaze, while she inspected his bloodshot and swollen eyes. Was he crying? “Very drunk. Go sit on the chair over there. I’ll see if I have one of your old robes hanging around. Got to get you out of those clothes.”
Corey threw himself, wet clothes and all, on to the couch. Bekka slapped a hand over her eyes. Thankfully it’s only water.
“You always use to steal my damn clothes, babe.” He chuckled as she disappeared down the hall with his jacket. “T-shirts, robes…you loved the oversized stuff because it was comfy.”
She grinned at the memory of her pilfering t-shirts and pants from his wardrobe. Corey had massive shoulders to go with his abominable strength and height. At five foot six and just over a hundred and twenty pounds, Bekka could crawl into one of his shirts and an old pair of his flannel shorts and get warm and cozy when she was sick, or in the dead of winter. It use to comfort her to wrap one of his shirts around her and inhale the scent of him.
Returning to the living room, she went to throw him an old robe of his she had found in the back of her closet. Her hand froze in mid-swing. The towel she had brought for his hair dropped to the floor.
He was standing naked at the edge of the carpet, a lascivious grin spread across his strong, handsome face. The slice of streetlight falling through her large kitchen window caught the trickles of water falling down his large, chiseled chest, making them gleam. One long fingered, large hand wrapped around his straining erection. His cock slapped against his belly as he slid his grip up the shaft.
Bekka swallowed and remembered how vulnerable she was beneath the thick layer of housecoat. She’d just jumped out of the shower no more than fifteen minutes before he arrived and, after blow drying her waist length hair until it was just on the damp side, she had thrown on a comfy robe over her cool naked flesh. After a long, busy day on her feet, chatting with tourists who had come out in early spring to beat the bustle of summer vacation season, it felt good to shed the confines of clothes and just lounge in the robe.
“Do you know why I came here tonight?” His voice was clearing up some now, and she wondered if the cold rain had sobered him a bit.
She shook her head and licked her lips as he moved closer to her.
“I wanted to ask you why.” His right hand circled around her back smoothly and he stroked between her shoulder blades. “Why did you get my work removed?”
His eyes actually looked teary in the poor light of the apartment’s main area. Bekka bit her lip and reached up to brush a tiny river from his cheek. Was that just rain, or was there a tear in there as well?
“Sweetie.” She dropped her gaze from his. “It was a rash, spur of the moment act.” Corey’s free hand crept into her long hair and he kneaded the back of her scalp. Her head went limp from his touch. “I was down, thinking about you a lot, and I was having a hard time dealing with your constant memory.”
His hand slid beneath the belt of her robe, and with deft fingers he untied the terry-cloth sash. The material fell open, and he muttered something that made her pussy ache when his eyes fell on her naked form.
Bekka had been replaying their hot lovemaking from a few nights back over in her mind for the last few days. They’d always had scorching chemistry, and neither of them were shy when it came to experimenting with new ways to find that route to pleasure. The things they had experienced together, the sensual thoughts racing through her mind right now, made Bekka’s nipples pucker, and she felt the wetness dripping between her labia.
Both palms slid up the front of her body, cupping and squeezing her breasts, as he nipped at her lips with hungry teasing kisses. “Did you do it because you didn’t love me anymore?” he whispered in her ear, before slipping his tongue into the shell to titillate her further.
Bekka gripped his shoulders and slid her legs apart as one of his hands slithered down her stomach, looking for that mound of flesh he knew would drive her mad. Corey’s callused fingers slid down her damp slit and then returned to play with her engorged clitoris.
“No.” The word barely came out, her voice was so husky with lust, with fierce need. “I did it to save myself from going crazy. You have no idea how much I have missed you some days… Ohhh.” Two large fingers slid into her pussy, curling forward and stroking her g-spot while his thumb worked her throbbing mound of flesh.
“I think I have a pretty good idea. I have that ache too. Every day, babe.” He lowered her to the carpeted hall floor, cradling her in his big hard arms as he continued to devour her hungrily. Trailing down her neck, his lips brushed over her clavicle and down to her breasts.
After he teased and sucked her nipples for awhile, still tempting her sex closer to climax with his hands, Bekka pushed him back and looked deep into his sparkling baby blues.
She gave him a sideways grin as she made a quick move that unbalanced him, sending Corey to his back. Then she straddled him. “My turn this time.” After kissing him, Bekka trailed a hot, urgent line of nips and licks down his flat, hard stomach. Corey buried his hands in her hair as she drew closer to his pelvis.
“My Christ,” he murmured as her lips slid over the head of his penis. “I missed that mouth of yours.”
She brought her head up and he groaned as her warm tongue left the head of his cock. “So, that’s the real reason you came back, huh?” she teased, swirling her thumb under his slick glans. “Because you were hurting for a dynamite blow job?”
“Haha.” Corey shimmied to his elbows and mock glared at her. “You were always killer in bed, baby, but that’s not the only reason I want you back.”
Trying to change the subject, Bekka went back to her manipulation of his manhood. Her mouth slipped down the thick, long shaft and she took every
inch of him into her mouth.
Corey bucked beneath her talented lips and tongue. He growled and laughed in a husky breath, and Bekka watched his hands flex and release as she swirled her tongue around his girth on the upsweep.
“Like that, do you?” She watched him as she licked the pre-cum from his tip. “I remember that you always did. You used to like this too.”
Bekka dipped her head again and took the first half of his penis into her mouth once more. She sucked as hard as she could on the length and slowly drew her mouth up the shaft, pulling on him as she went. The force of her suction, the feel of her warm mouth wrapped around his raging hard on, made him cry out.
“No one can suck a cock quite like you can, Bekka,” Corey slurred through a thick fog of desire.
She continued to pleasure him with her lips and tongue for a few more minutes. When she sensed he was nearing climax, she removed her lips.
“Oh no, honey. I want a ride before you let that thing go.” She bit her full bottom lip as she straddled him.
“Climb aboard, darling.” He smiled a wicked smile as she teased him further, running the head of his penis up and down her wet, hot slit, swirling it over her engorged clit, before she slipped him inside and started to grind against him.
As she neared climax, riding him faster and faster, he flipped her around suddenly, and Bekka found herself lying on her back, legs pinned atop Corey’s shoulders as he thrust slowly within her, tormenting her with shallow strokes.
“You know.” He grinned down at her, water dripping on to her from his mane of slick, wet hair. “I’ve been thinking about it,” He grunted as he controlled his hips to keep his plunging soft and teasing. “You always got to be on top. I’m taking over now.”
“I was just about to—” Words failed her as Corey positioned himself differently,, giving himself a bit more room to get at her clitoris with his hands and to thrust deeper. Just as he plunged the full length of his penis into her, his fingers slipped across her flat stomach, moving down into the dark nest beneath her pelvis, and he found that sweet spot that would take her over.
“You…were…saying…hon?”
Bekka closed her eyes to keep them from rolling back. Damn, but this man knew how to work her body. As his thrusts grew faster, so did his strokes at her throbbing, tiny mound of flesh. He wet his fingers with her juices and continued to stroke. Bekka bucked her hips upward and felt herself go over the edge.
Corey thrust into her hard for a few more minutes, just relishing the feel of her tightness around his girth, and then he too let go. It was a feeling of pure bliss, and he let out a sharp, loud gasp as he came hard.
They lay in each other’s arms in the hall for a few minutes before Corey dared venture any words. Bekka could tell he was completely sober now. The slur of too much booze was gone from his soft voice.
“Bekka…I”
“Shhh.” She looked up, smiling, and put a finger to his lips. “Damn you, Corey Varkov, you always ruin things with that chatterbox of yours. Now, get into the bedroom. It’s raining like crazy out there, and I’ve decided you’re spending the night.”
***
Chapter 5
Off and on through the night, while the rain pattered down on the roof in torrents, they made love. With the first grey streaks of dawn, Bekka slid open her toy drawer, showing Corey that she did, indeed, still have one. His face broke into a lecherous grin and he selected a large, black cloth satchel from within her chest of delightful trinkets. God, how he loved open-minded women like his Bekka.
Sliding the realistic dildo from within the cloth bag, he straddle her on the queen sized bed and stroked the head of the rubber, flesh-like penis over her very swollen sex. “Maybe.” He touched the sex toy to her lips, wetting her mouth with the slickness of her juices. Bekka’s tongue snaked out and she licked the head of the toy. Corey shuddered and then continued, “I should tie you up for this next session, hmmm? I like it when you are defenseless, and I can tease and torment your body however I want.”
Grabbing the handle on the nightstand before he could say another word, Bekka wrenched open the small drawer and brought out two long, dark silk scarves. “Go for it, darling.” She flashed him a saucy grin as he took the filmy material from her hand.
“You trust me enough?” He grinned sideways and stood, walking toward the dark oak headboard to tie her hands to the posts.
Bekka laughed. “I trust you, baby. I trust you implicitly.”
Corey cinched the scarves tight around her wrists and then dragged a callused finger down her left arm, to where her full breasts pooled in round, delicious mounds against her chest. His fingers circled her large nipples then pinched and teased. Wrapping his hands around the supple flesh, he squeezed her breasts hard and she groaned, arching up to meet his urgent touch. Corey’s mouth joined his hands and he sucked and bit her nipples until her slit was soaking and Bekka mumbled urgent, breathy commands beneath him.
“Damn,” she murmured. “Maybe letting you tie me up wasn’t such a good idea.” She thrust upward with her hips as he rubbed the dildo in between her labia, wetting it with her juices before he swirled the slick head over her clit. “You have all the control, and you’re driving me mad.
“Am I, hon?” Corey’s voice sounded throaty and deep with pent up lust. “Good. That’s the name of this game, isn’t it?”
Bekka hissed air through her teeth as the synthetic penis entered her and Corey tilted it just right, finding her g-spot in a few moments. While the thrusting built a sublime friction in her groin, his free hand trailed to her ass, where he squeezed the cheek hard before drawing back to give her a firm slap on the butt.
Gasping, she bit her lip at the sudden shock, and the flood of sensation it sent through her brain. An orgasm shuddered on the pinnacle of release within her. Bekka held it back, letting the pleasure mount before she’d give in to the need for yet another climax.
“I can tell by the sparkle in your eyes that you loved that, darling.” Corey’s voice came in a low, lusty growl, and Bekka nearly came from the combination of intense pleasure and his sexy timbre. “Want another, do you?”
Before she could answer, he drew back again and slapped her hard on the ass. Bekka cried out this time and gripped the bed sheets as she arched her back. His thrusts with her toy grew faster and more satisfying. His manipulation of her sex took her closer to the edge. With a shudder that rocked her body, Bekka came for the countless time in the last six hours of their on-again-off-again sexual feast.
Corey placed the vibrator on the nightstand when her hips stopped their frantic bucking and she was fully satiated. He slid up her body and kissed her, long, deep, and hard. Bekka moaned against his lips, not sure she could take much more of his exquisite assault of pleasure.
***
Chapter 6
The sun peeked through the thick curtains, and this time Bekka could no longer ignore the morning light. She slipped from atop Corey’s heavy, muscled-and-tattooed arm and pattered out to the hall.
Picking her robe from the floor, she cinched it about her waist and grimaced when she stepped in the forgotten, cold pool from Corey’s wet clothes and hair. Grinning, Bekka shook her head and let go a deep sigh of satisfaction. She felt spent and a bit sore this morning, but it was well worth it. With Corey, there was never a bad sexual encounter. He had enough lust and passion for two men, and the charisma to talk just about any woman out of her pants.
Still, he never used his charm for ill means. In fact, until Bekka had met him, Corey had never been aware he’d possessed any real attractive “aura,” as Bekka had told him he exuded. He’d been bashful almost when she’d said that his dazzling smile could get any unsuspecting lady to take him home. Corey, she knew, was no stranger to a women’s body before her, but he’d never chalked his prior dalliances up to being good-looking. He’d just thought those women who’d bedded him had been horny and he’d been available. Even though he’d been a notorious player in Rexton, he’d s
till struggled with low self esteem.
“Why do you think that way about yourself?” she had chided him, many times.
Corey had shrugged, averting his piercing sapphire eyes. “I don’t know. I guess, despite this rough exterior, I’ve got a sensitive streak. I matured quickly…had a man’s body by the time I was sixteen. Guess that’s why some of the girls in my high school nicknamed me Bear. ’Cause I was big and intimidating.” He ran a hand down over his dark, trimmed beard. “But I was sensitive and shy too—not very confident with the girls back then. Hell.” He laughed. “I use to stutter when I talked to females.”
Watching Corey sleep now as she walked back into the bedroom, she remembered all the good things about being with him, and pushed away the reasons why she’d left him.
Had it really been all his fault, anyway? No, it hadn’t. In Corey’s defense, when he and Bekka were living with Juanita, while they found their feet after his accident, Corey had tried his hardest to be fair to both the women in his life. Bekka hadn’t been blameless, and she’d admit that. If she had spoken up more, if she’d just told Corey more of her feelings when he’d begged her to open up, perhaps the need to leave never would have festered?
She was a different person now, Bekka reasoned. And she knew that, this time around, she would not shrink into herself and hide her sadness. This time, if she and Corey tried again, she’d be honest with him about her concerns—her unhappiness.
I just want you to be straight with me. The words—Corey’s plea—from two years back, still haunted her mind. Why can’t we work this out, Bekka? Is it because of Juanita? Let me come with you. We can work this out…
The memory of his tears—of his large form blocking the bedroom doorway, trying to make her stay with him and talk—brought fresh tears to her own eyes. Bekka sat on the bed beside Corey’s sleeping form and ran her fingers through his rich, dark hair.
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