Halftime Husband

by McCarthy, Erin

  He was skillfully teasing over my clit, and down deep inside me, then back again. The cool air of my apartment should have made me cold, but I felt hot from the inside out. My nipples were tight, my skin heated. Goosebumps rose when he gently sucked on my clit. I gasped and tried to breathe.

  “I’m going to—

  I didn’t even get to finish my sentence before I was getting swept away by a tight, powerful orgasm.

  “Oh,” I breathed as I held on to him.

  He gripped my hips harder, big hands digging in, and he didn’t break his rhythm with his tongue, finishing me off.

  As the waves of pleasure receded, I pushed him away, needing breathing room to recover. “Damn. I think I needed that,” I said.

  He laughed softly, easing back. He brushed his hand over my sex and I shivered. Then he stood up, wiping his bottom lip. His eyes were filled with desire and I could see his cock was hard in his jeans.

  The wall was holding me up otherwise I might have puddled onto the floor. It was a good thing I was used to wearing heels. I ran my fingers through my hair, breathing deeply. “I told you that you’re overdressed,” I said.

  “You’re one hundred percent correct.” He toed off his shoes, then undid his jeans and shoved them down. He reached down and pulled his feet out and removed his socks. “Have I told you that you’re gorgeous?”

  “Maybe once but I wouldn’t object to hearing it again.”

  “You are drop-dead gorgeous.” He reached out and ran one finger over my shoulder and down my arm. “Leave those heels on. Please.”

  “Sure. You’d be amazed what I can do in heels.”

  “I can’t wait to find out.”

  Then Brandon shocked the hell out of me by putting a hand under my ass. “Come here.” He hauled me forward and scooped me into his arms.

  “I can walk,” I said, even as I felt an insanely feminine satisfaction at being picked up. As a tall girl, it wasn’t an easy feat to handle someone as leggy as me, but he did it with ease.

  “I just wanted an excuse to touch you.” He stepped the whopping three feet to my bedroom.

  The room was too small for anything other than my bed. The door didn’t even close because the bed pressed against it. So Brandon had an easy task. He just strolled up to my bed and laid me out on it. I hadn’t even made it, so I was deposited onto a messy comforter.

  “I should have made my bed,” I said, running my hand over bunched fabric.

  “We would have just destroyed it anyway,” he said, standing between my legs.

  He was wearing black boxer briefs, and even though the room was dark, the light from the kitchen creating a shadow behind him, I could still see the outline of his impressive cock. The size of his hands hadn’t been a tease. He was proportionate.

  Knowing he was having a fantasy about my heels, I wanted to give him what he wanted. Raising my feet up onto the bed, knees in the air, I turned my legs to the right to display the shoes. I shifted my arms up over my head. “So you like these heels?”

  “I like the heels,” he said. “But I liked your legs apart even better.”

  I laughed. “Typical.”

  Brandon was pushing down his boxer briefs and I decided to tease him. I turned my left knee out, giving him a glimpse of my pussy. He reached for me. Then I shifted it back, blocking his touch.

  “Very funny,” he said.

  I opened my knee again. He reached. I closed.

  “Seriously?”

  Shrugging, I did it a third time. This time he almost got a hand between my legs, but I was faster. I crossed my leg over the other, bouncing my foot up and down. “I’m showing off my heels.”

  I was amused at his expression. He looked like he’d just dropped a hundred gold bars into a volcano. Frustrated beyond reason. But also like he was enjoying every single second of it.

  “You want to play games? I can play games.”

  Uh-oh. I might have roused the beast without meaning to. I shivered in arousal at the low, sexy, teasing tone in his voice. He had a sly little smile on his face that turned me on. I had no clue what he was going to do, but I thought he was about to go alpha on me and just yank my legs apart. But instead he lifted my foot, stripped off my shoe, and tickled my foot.

  It was so unexpected that I squawked and tried to rip my foot away from him. “No, stop!” I said, instantly panicking. I was seriously ticklish. The kind of ticklish where if it goes on too long, you feel like you might throw up. Painfully ticklish.

  “What’s the magic word?”

  There was a magic word? My mind went blank as I laughed and wheezed and kicked my foot frantically trying to get him to let me go. “High heels?”

  “What? No.” Brandon briefly paused in his torture. “I was thinking something more obvious.”

  “Please?”

  “Nope.”

  “Sex?” My abs were started to hurt from my tightening them in panic. “Pussy? Fuck me hard?”

  Brandon loosened his grip on my foot and I yanked it away. I accidentally kicked him in the chin. He shook his head a little.

  “Sorry.”

  “Damn, no, that’s on me. Now we’ve both taken one to the chin tonight.” He shifted onto the bed as I scrambled back away from him. “I lost my train of thought once you started talking. Fuck me hard was not the magic words but that was hotter than hell coming out of your mouth. So was pussy.”

  Finally able to breathe again and amused by how scandalized and aroused he looked, I repeated myself, this time without all the hysterical shrieking alongside it. “Oh. You liked hearing me say pussy?” I reached my pillow and I lay back on the bed, settling in and shifting my legs apart. “Pussy. Fuck me hard in my pussy, Brandon.”

  “Holy shit,” he said. “You definitely are going to kill me.”

  He rolled on a condom and moved between my legs. He bent down and kissed me, hard. It was a demanding kiss, one that he punctuated by squeezing my nipple. I shuddered, heat pooling deep inside my core. I moved my legs even further apart in invitation. I ran my hands over his muscular back, down to his tight ass. Brandon lifted my leg onto his hip and drove inside me.

  I moaned. He swore. That was a big cock.

  I was buried deep inside Dakota and it was everything I had imagined it would be. She was wet and tight and her legs were wrapped around mine. Her eyes were closed and she was making soft little sounds of pleasure that were driving me insane. I loved how unpredictable she was. That teasing with the open-and close-glimpse of her smooth pussy had both amused and turned me on. And damn, when she had asked me to fuck her pussy hard, I thought I’d died and fallen into my own personal porn fantasy.

  This shouldn’t even be happening and yet it was, and I wanted it to last fucking all night. I held back, testing different rhythms and speeds, finding her pleasure point. Her breath hitched when I pulled almost all the way out of her, paused, then drove deep. Her chin lifted, her eyes rolled back. So I repeated it.

  “Oh, God,” she whispered.

  “You like that?” I asked.

  “Yes.” Then her eyes popped open fully and her mouth drifted open.

  I knew she was about to come, so I didn’t pull too far out this time. I just moved enough to drive it home hard one last time and watch her break. Her fingers dug into my hips as she gave a gasp of total ecstasy. It was a gorgeous sound, shuddering and delicate and feminine.

  “That was so fucking sexy,” I said, even as I lifted her ass with my palm and drove myself to my own finish. I stared down at her as I did, not wanting to miss a single second of being with her.

  This was one for the books.

  I eased out of her and went on my side beside her. “Wow.” I ran a finger down her arm. “Was that hard enough for you?”

  She nodded. But then she swallowed and turned to face me. The tip of her tongue moistened her bottom lip. “Though I think you could probably go even harder. If you want.”

  Damn.

  I swear, my vision actually went black
from lack of oxygen to my brain. All my blood rushed south to my cock. “Any position you have in mind? Ladies’ choice.”

  But she shook her head. “Surprise me.”

  Oh, yeah, this was a fantasy come to life. Suddenly all the bullshit of the last few years felt like it had been erased by the karmic reward of this incredible moment.

  “I can do that. Just give me five minutes or less to catch my breath.” I eased off the condom and glanced around. The room was too small for nightstands. It was just a room with a bed perfectly wedged into it. I had to shimmy down off at the foot of the bed to exit the room.

  There were two doors and I took a guess which was the bathroom. I guessed right. I disposed of the condom, then brought the two wineglasses to the bed. “Drink?” I asked.

  She sat up on one elbow and took a sip, then handed it back to me. I drained my glass and returned them to the countertop. I got another condom and put it on. I was hard again already. She was wearing one shoe still and was eyeing me with curiosity. Her eyes roamed over the length of me as she watched me climb back into bed. I slipped the remaining shoe off of her foot and tossed it on the floor.

  “You’re a big man,” she said. “I like that. It’s hard to find guys substantially taller than me.”

  “I can’t take credit for my height.” I shifted over her, wanting to feel her beneath me. I gave her a light, teasing kiss. “I will take credit for the biceps and the six-pack.”

  She laughed softly. “Duly noted. I appreciate the effort. And I could say the same. I work out every day and it’s not always easy.”

  “I definitely appreciate the effort as well. Your body is amazing. Sinful. A work of art.” I shifted back so I could run a finger down over her clavicle, between her breasts, to her navel. I sank into her wet heat.

  Dakota’s head tipped back and her back arched. “Thank you.”

  There was something about her tone that made me urgent again. No more lazy teasing. I wanted to taste her again. I dropped my head and flicked my tongue over her clit. She moaned.

  “I wasn’t expecting that,” she murmured. “Twice in one night? It must be my lucky day.”

  “It is Valentine’s Day,” I said. “From my heart to yours.”

  I meant it as a joke, and fortunately, she got that. A beat too late I realized that could have been misconstrued, but Dakota laughed. “I can honestly say this beats any stupid gift I’ve ever received on Valentine’s Day.”

  “Then I’d better make it count.” I loved teasing at her slit, tasting her sweet tangy desire. I gripped her thighs and took my fill, enjoying her shudders and increasingly urgent moans. At some point, her fingers found their way into my hair and she was holding on like she would levitate without the grounding.

  It was hot. It was delicious. It was making me hard as a rock.

  When she came, I had to say I took some serious pride in the loud cry that ripped from her lips, and the way she almost tore every hair out of my head at the roots. Once she was relaxed again against the mattress, I rose up and ran my eyes over her, wanting to commit this to memory.

  “Put your feet on my shoulders,” I urged. She wanted it deep? So did I. I’d give her deep.

  Then I remembered she’d actually said hard, not deep. Well, next time I’d give her hard, because she was already complying. With ease. Because she was a dancer. With long legs and amazing flexibility. I swore under my breath.

  “Oh, hello,” she said, when I entered her again. “It’s nice to meet you.”

  That made me want to laugh but I was too busy concentrating on not coming inside her too soon. Deep it was. Balls deep. “The pleasure is all mine.”

  Being with Dakota was entertaining and explosive all at once.

  I had no idea how much time passed, but it felt like I had just moved in. Like I’d been there forever and was staying. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of her body, of her heat wrapped around my cock. She took it as deep as I could give it and maybe it was hours, maybe it was minutes, she was gripping my waist and coming again.

  What was this magic carriage rescue man was creating? I felt like I’d fallen down the rabbit hole of sex. It just never stopped. His cock kept coming at me and I kept coming. I felt like an overcooked noodle and yet I still wanted more.

  “I need a minute,” Brandon said, falling off of me for the third time.

  He kept saying that and he kept coming back stronger than before. How old was he? And how was he even doing that? It was sexual voodoo.

  “I need some water.” I pushed my hair back off my forehead. I was embarrassingly sweaty. I needed water and a shower and handcuffs to keep him with me for eternity. The world didn’t exist right now and that was amazing. It was just him, me, and a whole lot of orgasms.

  Crawling to the foot of my bed, I stepped onto the floor. I nearly killed myself when I stepped on one of my discarded heels with my jiggly legs but I grabbed the wall and saved myself from a fall.

  “You okay?” he asked, starting to sit up to help me.

  “I’m good.” I kicked the heels toward my couch. I wasn’t drunk, yet I felt lightheaded from all the heavy breathing. I pulled out a glass from the kitchen cabinet and filled it with water. “Do you want water?”

  “Yes. And Chinese food.”

  That made me laugh. I drained the glass, then refilled it. I took it to him. I wasn’t dirtying another glass. He could share mine. He’d literally put his tongue on every inch of my body at this point. I handed him the glass.

  He did the same thing I did. Just chugged until it was gone. “I’m serious. I’m starving. Unless you want me to head out now.”

  I had no idea what time it was, nor did I particularly care. I wanted him to stay. I felt wrung dry but I was wide awake. If he left, I would be staring at the ceiling for three hours, contemplating what the hell had just happened.

  “Chinese would be good,” I said lightly. I sat on the bed next to him while I pulled up a food app. “What do you want?”

  He shifted in beside me and read the screen over my shoulder, occasionally kissing my neck or behind my ear. At one point he dipped his tongue inside my ear and I giggled. “Stop. Wait until after we’ve ordered.”

  “Fine. Can you get more wine delivered too or is it too late?”

  “If you can’t get wine in New York City at one in the morning, something is wrong with the universe.”

  Brandon pointed to about six things on the food menu he wanted, and once I had an absurd amount of Chinese ordered and three bottles of wine due to arrive in twenty minutes, I was leaning forward to set my phone on the floor, when he pulled me back onto the mattress.

  “Ah! Let me put my phone down.”

  “No. I can’t wait. I want you. Just hold on to it for a second.” He turned me around. “Get on your knees.”

  Without a second thought, I complied, pressing my phone to the mattress below the palm of my hand. When he thrust inside me I shuddered and gripped my phone, like somehow that would hold me up. Brandon’s hand shifted my legs further apart.

  “Oh, I don’t think I can,” I said. He was unbelievably hard, and buried deep.

  “You can.”

  He was right. The minute he started moving inside it felt so amazing I couldn’t think about anything else but the feel, the slick slide of him in and out. It was a dark and warm cocoon, the sound of our breathing hot and aroused in the sticky humidity of radiator heat and our overheated bodies. I pressed my palm against the wall to brace myself and gave in to yet another orgasm. Brandon was a second behind me.

  My knees lost their hold on the sheet and slid out in either direction. I fell onto my face and stomach on the bed, shuddering. “What is even happening?” I asked.

  “I just realized something,” he said, collapsing beside me. “Because you’re only a few inches shorter than me, I have way more leverage. The angles are working in our favor. We fit better.”

  There was no arguing we fit really damn well. “That sounds like science a
nd I hate school. I just know it feels amazing.”

  My phone buzzed. I looked at the screen. “Your food is at the front door. I’m letting them in. You need to answer the door because I can’t move.”

  “Shit.” He moved faster than I would have thought possible. He went in the bathroom and came out wearing one of my towels around his waist.

  I yanked the comforter over my naked body while he made his way to the door. The light over the sink was still on but mostly the apartment was dark. I heard him trip over something and swear. The sound made me giggle.

  He opened the door and I heard a few words exchanged. Then he climbed back onto the bed with his giant bag of food. “Egg roll?”

  I stuck my hand out. He plopped an egg roll wrapped in wax paper into my palm, then scooted back off the bed. “Where are you going?”

  “The couch. I don’t want to get crumbs in your bed.” He sat down with the towel still around his waist, legs spread, and started digging into the bag.

  Forcing myself off the bed, I wrapped a sheet around me. I bit the egg roll and sat down next to him.

  “You do realize that defeats the purpose of getting out of bed, if you’re going to just eat over your sheet,” he noted, nudging my leg with his.

  I threw open the sheet, exposing my naked body, and bit the egg roll again. Flakes of the fried outer layer rained down on my thighs. “Now what, Hater?”

  Brandon licked his forefinger, then reached out and one by one picked the crumbs off my thighs with his damp finger. He popped it into his mouth.

  “I guess I can’t argue with that. Your saliva has been everywhere already.”

  He gave me a grin.

  “The wine is here,” I said, glancing at my phone.

  He jumped up with more energy than a man should have after three hours of sex. I was impressed all over again. He got his wallet and tipped the guy with cash, then brought the wine to the floor in front of the couch.

  “Do you want a glass?”

  “Why not?” Whatever effects it had created earlier had worn off. “You look remarkably comfortable in my small messy apartment.”