She laughed again; a full rich alto that made his heart light and thumped him in the stomach with the presence of hope.
“Okay, okay.” She held her hands up. “I was just thinking of Jamie’s face today when he showed up at my door.”
“Ahah!” Corey stood as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. “I knew that little bugger snuck over there when Juanita and I had our…” He looked away, running a hand through his thick, dark long curls. “Little disagreement.”
She lowered her head and fidgeted with her hands in her lap, then sighed as she looked up at him again. “I am so sorry I caused that. I never meant to—”
Walking closer, Corey shook his head and interrupted her apology with a finger against her lips. “Don’t apologize. I love my step-mom, and you know I do, but…that had been coming on for a while now, hon, and we both know it. Sometimes, you have to get a bit firm with Juanita. She says she didn’t give my number to anyone, though.” He sighed and his jaw tensed then relaxed. Corey hated fighting with his step-mom. She was more of a real parent to him than his biological mother had ever been—even his father, really.
But because of her sympathy for Corey as a young teen, growing up with a single dad who she later married, Juanita still seemed to think he was that angry, quiet, scared kid, and that he still needed her mothering. But at twenty-nine, with the profit he’d made selling one successful tattoo shop and the comfortable income he expected to make in this place, Corey was in no need of the constant nurturing he’d required in his sadder, dysfunctional youth. Now, breaking that to his step-mom in a tactful but firm way was, often, the hard part.
“I hope you didn’t say anything too harsh.” Bekka winced.
“No.”
He turned back to the pad, but thoughts of their fight took his mind from the page. Corey rose from the chair and walked to where Bekka sat.
“Look.” He paused and ran a hand through his hair again, like he always did in an uncomfortable situation. “About our little disagreement—”
“Forget it, Corey.” Bekka stood and wrapped her arms about his neck. “It’s over. In the past. We start fresh today. How does that sound?”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “That’s not the way the Bekka I used to know would be. You sure you aren’t going to give me the “cold and clipped” routine for a week?”
She slapped him on his well muscled bicep and he laughed.
“I’m not holding any grudges anymore. I want to take this slow and easy, and you have to be patient with me but…” She placed her hands on his broad chest. “I’m willing to give this another go—if you still are, that is?”
Corey rubbed his palms over top her fingers. Do you even have to ask?” He kissed the tip of her nose and chuckled.
She pulled back a bit and heaved a sigh. Bekka was tired from this afternoon and their recent quarrel. All she really wanted to do was head back over to her apartment and climb into bed, pulled the covers over her head, and fall into a blissful sleep. But if she made an excuse and left now, Corey would surely think she was still mad at him and simply hiding it. And Bekka didn’t want to leave him with doubts running through his head. Plus, part of her wasn’t ready to leave just yet. It was nice to be with him. Smell his cologne and hear his warm chuckle, his soft and deep voice, again.
“Are you somewhere else?” He tipped her chin up so their eyes met. Corey had caught her daydreaming.
“No, no.” She smiled and took his hand, squeezing it to reassure him. “I was just drifting.”
“Ahhh.” He waved a finger in front of her face. “No secrets this time.”
She smiled. “I was just thinking I’m a little tired.” She looked at him sheepishly. “I’m going to head home and go to bed early.”
He put the pencil down and turned to face her, rubbing his hands up and down his jean-clad thighs. Bekka’s gaze molded to his movement, to the snug denim hugging his strong legs, and thoughts of a much different nature took root in other parts of her body. She cleared her throat and pulled her eyes away.
“Sure.” Corey straightened and stretched. His black t-shirt pulled tight over his broad chest, accenting the definition there in his naturally muscular physique. “Do you want to come upstairs for a bit? Have a coffee? I was just going to make a bite to eat too after you left. You ate dinner yet?”
“No. I was just going to throw a cheese sandwich together or something.” Bekka wrinkled her nose.
Corey laughed and wrapped a big hand around the back of her neck then kissed her forehead. “That’s my girl. Can’t cook to save her life. Come on, I’ll make you a pizza.”
***
They ate dessert, consisting of chocolate mousse Corey had whipped up from a box, off of each other. Bekka swirled the thick chocolate cream over the head of Corey’s cock and he moaned when her whole mouth took him in. They played that way in the chocolate mousse for over an hour. Corey positioned a bowl on the nightstand near the bed. The sheets were old, and he could strip the bed when they were finished their chocolate feast. Right now, all he wanted and all he cared about was exploring new ways to make his woman come after far too long apart, and far too long without the touch, the taste, of her body.
Corey smeared cream across her breasts, kneading and squeezing her firm generous tits, the chocolate oozing and dripping between his fingers. He sucked and licked the scrumptious treat from her nipples and lapped every drop from the soft white flesh of her breasts.
“Lay down,” he commanded in a gruff whisper. His passion made him twist from beneath Bekka and force her to the mattress the way he knew she liked. His Bekka liked her sex rough and intense, adventurous and hot, and Corey was more than eager to please. His cock was so hard it throbbed to the point of aching.
Corey dipped his four fingers into the bowl of mousse and made a scoop with his fingers. He shoveled up a generous helping and then laved Bekka’s dripping pussy with the cool, sweet chocolate. She moaned and arched up to meet his swirling hand.
“Mmmm…like that?” Corey licked his fingers clean and then spread her labia with them, inserting two digits, working her g-spot with lazy, slow strokes. “That chocolate sure does taste good, doesn’t it, sweetheart? Want me to lick all that sweet cream off your sweet pussy?”
He grinned down at her as he stroked his cock with a casual grip. She looked up at him through hooded eyes. “Don’t torture me any longer Corey, please?” She thrust her pelvis upward, as if she were begging him to eat her now. “I need release, please, baby, eat me. Make me come”
That was all Corey needed. He bent and positioned himself between her legs. Dipping his head, he looked at her soaking sex and decided he wasn’t through teasing her yet. Not by a long shot. He knew Bekka loved it when he took her oh so close only to tease her and snatch it away before he gave her that final climax. The woman loved her cat-and-mouse foreplay, and he was more than happy to oblige.
Corey ran his tongue all along the seam of her outer lips. Bekka groaned long and loud and her body writhed. He blew on her clit and she moaned, bucking her hips up toward his mouth. When he did it again, she grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face down toward her sex.
Corey pulled away and looked up at her. “Uh-uh.” He shook a finger at her. “Looks like you need to learn some restraint.”
With a devilish smile, he left the bed and went to his dresser. He pulled out the fuzzy, leopard print handcuffs he’d kept as a memento of her, of their relationship. His heart soared as he touched the metal at the base of the soft covering. Corey thought he’d never use these again. At least not on Bekka. He wondered if she’d recognize them. He’d bought the cuffs for her as a secret gift for their first anniversary.
“Put your wrists above your head.” He turned and dangled the restraints.
Her face brightened. “You kept those. I wondered where they went.” She giggled, but then her brow knitted in frustration. “How long are you going to make me wait to get off?” Still she placed her wrists against t
he bed railings.
He chuckled. “As long as it drives you mad.” He saw desire flare in her eyes at this promise. “When you do come, you’ll lose your mind.”
She moaned as Corey snicked the cuffs closed, then the chains clinked as she wriggled in her confinement.
“This isn’t fair.” Her voice was breathy.
His fingers lightly strummed her clit, sending a fuzzy tingling through her groin again. She wanted to come so bad, but she knew the denial, this torture, would make her release all the sweeter. They’d played this game before, many times.
“You’re a greedy girl,” he whispered, before feathering tiny kisses down her thigh. “I’ve already made you come, what, four times? Now you’ve got to be patient.”
“You’re a bastard.”
With a chuckle, he pulled his mouth away and all touching stopped. Instead, he just stared down at her with those glittering blue eyes. His naked, delicious flesh was just inches away, taunting her. He watched her writhe and protest but made no move to pleasure her again.
“Don’t be evil,” she whined.
He crossed his arms over his chest and gave a bold look. “Say you’re sorry.”
It was all she could do not to curse at him. “Sorry,” she muttered through gritted teeth.
“Sorry what?”
She frowned at him, and then realization dawned. Memories of hot role-playing flitted into her mind. “Sorry, sir.”
A smug grin spread across his face. “That’s better.”
He had her right where he wanted her, and he was lording it over her. She’d get even when she was free. The teasing torment would be returned.
His tongue danced over that tiny bead of flesh once more, chasing away her thoughts of revenge. Two fingers slipped inside and her sex clenched tight around them. They curled, finding her g-spot and massaging it with perfection. His tongue and touch played an expert rhythm that brought her close, and just as she was about to come, he stopped.
She squinted up at him through this erotic fog. “Keep going, please.”
Again he flashed that wolfish smile, while tracing a finger above her throbbing sex. “Is it driving you crazy?”
“Yes,” she growled through gritted teeth.
He pressed wet fingers to her lips then slipped them in her mouth so she tasted her juices. “How crazy?” he continued to taunt.
She sucked his fingers then begged, “I need to come now, please.”
His eyebrow rose. “Please what?”
Her sexual frustration rose. “Please, sir.” She wriggled, trying to get closer to the thumb that hovered inches from her clit.
He planted kisses behind her knee then down her thigh again. Her sex throbbed harder, and the torment was both maddening and sublime. She knew the orgasm would be that more intense because of it, but she wasn’t a patient woman, and the waiting irritated her almost as much as it thrilled her.
Abruptly he left the bed, and she squawked a “What the hell are you doing?” at him. He told her to be patient as he rummaged through the drawer that he’d grabbed the handcuffs from. When he returned to the bed, he held a pink rabbit vibrator.
A shiver of anticipation ran through her. She had one of these toys tucked in her nightstand back home. One they had bought together and played with often. She’d taken it in the divorce, so he must’ve picked this one up at one of the local adult stores in Moncton recently. Her heart felt like it swelled with this knowledge, and she wondered what other surprise treats he’d stored up for these seductions.
The toy whirred and the fake penis head twisted after he turned it on. Silver beads inside this spiraled, promising pleasure that would rotate deep inside her pussy. The little rabbit designed to stimulate the clitoris shook as he turned its speed up and waved the toy close to her sex, watching her as he did so.
“Ready?” His voice was a husky drawl.
“What do you think?” she rasped out.
He pulled the approaching toy back. “Now was that any way to talk to your master?”
She wanted to scream “Hurry the fuck up,” but, instead, she grit out, “No, sir. Sorry, sir. I’m ready. Please make me come.”
The toy slid inside of her and she gasped as it head and shaft twirled. Her pussy squeezed tight around it as bliss flamed through her lower belly. When the clit stimulator touched that swollen bead of flesh, she arched her back and moaned. The hot, fuzzy tingling rippled out from this nerve center and infused her with delightful sensations. Her legs trembled and all thoughts scattered from her brain.
He thrust in and out, in and out, making her joy soar higher. She squirmed and her back arched more as the ecstasy climbed. Her pussy squeezed harder the closer she drifted toward orgasm. Her mind emptied of all coherent thought as she melted into this delicious assault of sensation. The climax burst deep inside of her and flooded her body with an electrifying warmth. Her muscles shuddered as she came hard.
He shut off the toy and tossed it aside as she floated down from this euphoria. As she lay gasping, he moved over her and gave her a glittering look filled with lust.
“My turn,” he whispered hoarsely, “to be inside of you.” His lips drew close to her ear. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock like you did that toy.”
His words made her shiver, as did his tongue flitting into the shell of her ear. Teeth grazed her lobe and pulled. One hand molded to her breast and explored her silken flesh. He tweaked the nipple until it throbbed, then he kissed his way down to this dark pink bud and took it in his mouth. His teeth tugging on this sensitive tip sparked renewed desire through her sex.
“Fuck me now, please,” she begged. “I need you inside of me.”
He didn’t scold her about forgetting “sir” this time. Instead he turned her to the side and spooned her. His slick, muscled body infused her with greater warmth and lust. He parted her legs and guided one so it curled around his hip. Then he teased her wet sex, gliding his steely cock up and down it until she begged once more to be fucked. Finally he plunged his length deep inside of her.
She rode his perfect thrusts, his artful rhythm. Liquid heat spilled through her, and the euphoria rose when his corded arm coiled around her waist and his callused hand slithered down over her belly. Fingers pinched and rolled that tiny bead of flesh, spiking her bliss higher. She let out a long, loud “Oh!” as he fondled her clit in time with his fucking.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his hot breath brushing her neck. “Come hard for me again, baby. Take me over the edge with you.”
Their flesh slapped together as she bucked backward into him, needing to take him deeper. Another intense orgasm rocketed through her and she groaned from the force of this release. He bit her neck, sending spasms through her pussy that made her cry out. Then he pummeled her with his cock before spilling his hot seed deep inside of her.
He unchained her from the bed after he pulled out. Bekka hated the empty feeling this left her with. Joined with him, she felt complete. But when he gathered his arms around her and pulled her close against his chest once more, it soothed this sense of loss. Corey reached down and tugged the blankets up over them and they fell asleep together.
Morning peeked through the curtains when Bekka’s slumber was disturbed by a distant humming. She opened one eye and found Corey’s smartphone lit up on the nightstand. A cold foreboding ringed her heart.
“Someone’s texting you,” she said, her focus glued to the lighted screen that announced an incoming message.
“I’ll look later,” he mumbled into her hair.
But the name that came up on the phone made that dread squeeze her heart harder. “It’s Gwen.” The woman from the other night. Just who was she?
“Who?” Corey lifted his head from the pillow.
“Gwen.” Bekka pointed to the phone. “She called the other night, but I deleted her message. Remember?”
Sitting up behind her, Corey rubbed one eye and gave a scowl. “Who is this chick?”
Bekka
tried to push down the anger rising in her. She snatched the phone off the nightstand. “Read it and find out.” She handed it over to Corey, sitting beside him to read as well.
He looked genuinely puzzled as he scanned the text. Once more, this mystery woman was asking if he’d like to get together sometime. Corey scratched his beard and Bekka noticed his jaw clench.
“So who is she?” Bekka prodded.
He gave her a pleading look. “I don’t know.” Corey shrugged, but he broke eye contact too soon for Bekka’s liking. He was hiding something.
“She seems to know you.” Bekka pulled the comforter up over her breasts.
Corey gave an exasperated sigh and ran a hand through his dark curls. “Not sure how she does. Like I said, maybe I gave her a tattoo sometime and she’s got a crush.”
But he still wouldn’t maintain eye contact, and that spoke volumes. Whenever he was lying, Corey wouldn’t look her in the eye for long. It was a dead giveaway. Her heart beat too fast and her stomach felt sick.
“Who would’ve given Gwen your number?” Bekka slid toward the edge of the bed and eyed her crumpled clothes. “If it wasn’t Juanita, who else?”
Another shrug from Corey. “I don’t think it would’ve been Juanita, and she said she didn’t do it. She could’ve looked it up easy enough. Not like I’m unlisted. She probably remembered my name from when she got a tat and found out my number.”
But something just didn’t add up here. Bekka could sense it from his tense body language and his gaze flitting all over the room. What was he not saying?
“I have to go.” She jumped up from the bed and snatched her clothes off the floor then pulled them on quickly.
“Bekka, it’s nothing, really.” He was out of bed in a flash and standing in front of her, naked and blocking her escape. “Believe me.”
“I want to.” She gazed up at him, thankful that this time he met her stare at least. “But you’re hiding something from me, Corey. I can tell.”
He grabbed her wrist as she went to push past him. “How can you tell? Bullshit. I swear it’s nothing.”
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