Man Candy

by Ingro, Jessica

  “You are such a prick,” she screeched while throwing a shoe at his head. Unfortunately, he ducked in enough time for it to go sailing past him into a bush.

  “Honey, please listen to me. It meant nothing. It was just a weak moment. I love you.”

  I fought the roll of my eyes. He sounded like a used car salesman, not a man in love.

  “You only love yourself!”

  “Please. Let’s just go inside and talk about this. Rationally.”

  Her face screwed up into a sneer. “There’s nothing to talk about it.”

  “I’m torn up thinking about not having you in my life anymore.” He pressed his hands to his chest and gave her a performance that I’m sure he thought was Oscar worthy.

  “You look like you’re doing just fine to me. I gave and I gave and I gave to you. And what did I get in return? Nothing! I’m so over this, Scott. Get your shit off my lawn and stay the hell away from me.”

  “You don’t mean that. I gave you me.” He pounded on his chest and took a step towards her but she retreated a step and shouted, “You gave me shit!”

  His face twisted when she said that and he snarled at her, “You’re such a fucking bitch. I don’t know why I ever wasted my time with you.”

  “Whoa. I think I’ve heard enough.” I stepped up to Rissa’s side, ready to lay his ass out if he didn’t take a hint.

  “Who the fuck are you?”

  “That’s none of your business,” Rissa snapped.

  He gave her a derisive snort. “You’re already fucking someone else and you have the nerve to kick me out because I screwed my wife?”

  Wow this guy was really dense.

  “You ass.” Rissa lunged for him but I caught her around her waist and hauled her back against my body. She struggled for a moment but then went slack in my arms. “You don’t care about anyone other than yourself.”

  “Whatever you want to believe. I’m out of here. It was nice knowing you.”

  We stood in silence and watched him toss the last few of his things that were littering the lawn into a box. He was halfway down the walkway when Rissa yelled, “You never put me first. You never stayed all those nights I needed you to. And now you can’t even shed a tear for me. Couldn’t you just for one tiny little second in your life give a shit about me?”

  Instead of answering her, he just shook his head with a disgusted look on his face before storming down to his car and hauling his ass out of there.

  When he was finally out of sight, she burst into tears. I tightened my hold when she tried pulling out of my grasp and let her collapse into me.

  I can’t say it didn’t hurt like hell to feel her pain and know that it was for another man. What I will say though was that regardless of the situation, I was glad I could be there for her.

  *****

  “You probably think I’m a fool, huh?” She sniffled and wiped the tears from her cheeks.

  We had moved inside from her front lawn after the worst of her crying had subsided. Plopping down at the island in her kitchen with a handful of tissues and a glass of wine, she eventually pulled herself together.

  I wasn’t sure what to think about her display of grief over her relationship with Scott. I knew it was a necessary process to go through, I just hated that I had to witness it. In my mind, I was the only one she belonged with. I didn’t like having to face the reality that she had cared for him.

  “Not at all. You’re a good person who got wrapped up in a bad situation. I’m proud of you for telling that idiot off. He needed to be put in his place.” I leaned on the counter and gave her an encouraging smile.

  “He did. Didn’t he?” She let out a little giggle, but her eyes still looked sad. I ached to take that sadness away.

  “I’ve got an idea,” I announced.

  “Okay.”

  “Let’s crack open another bottle of wine. We’ll order takeout and watch movies all night. What do you say?”

  “But I was going to make you dinner.” She gestured to the empty pots and pans littering the countertop.

  “Don’t worry about it. We’ll relax and you can cook for me another night. Okay?”

  “Okay, but can we get pizza and wings?”

  “Anything you want.”

  “The menus are in the drawer over there. Get whatever you want on the pizza. Just not anchovies. Or pineapple.” She screwed her face up at the thought, which made me chuckle. She was just so damn cute.

  We opened a bottle of wine and sat around her island talking while we waited for the food to be delivered. After I paid the driver, I took the pizza and chicken wings in the living room where she had plates waiting.

  “So what are we watching?” I sat down on the sofa and opened the box on the coffee table.

  “I thought we could watch Man of Steel. I figure it has a manly comic book hero for you and Henry Cavill for me.”

  “I’m not so sure I want you to be ogling another man for the next few hours,” I told her in all seriousness.

  “Well then it sucks to be you.” She gave me a wink and took a bite of her piece of pizza.

  “That’s just wrong. Besides I have bigger biceps than that chump.” I flexed my muscles and grinned, which earned me a laugh from her.

  Why did it always feel like I could do anything when I made her laugh?

  “I’m not so sure you do,” she chided and took another bite of her food.

  “Don’t make me spank you later,” I threatened.

  “You wouldn’t,” she mumbled around the food in her mouth. Her expression was a mixture of shock, fear and, fuck me, anticipation.

  “Try me.”

  She shrugged and said, “I just might.”

  Fuck this girl was killing me.

  *****

  “Yes!” Rissa cried out as I sucked her nipple into my mouth while working my fingers in and out of her pussy.

  She was by far the hottest woman I had ever been with and we hadn’t even had sex yet. It was mind blowing to think how much fucking better it would be when I finally did get inside her. I couldn’t imagine it would be anything less than mind blowing.

  While we ate dinner, I had a hard time concentrating on anything besides the little noises she made in the back of her throat when she enjoyed what she was eating. And God help me, the way she licked the sauce off her fingers after eating a chicken wing had my poor neglected cock standing at attention, begging for a turn.

  When we were done scarfing down our food, she cuddled up with me on the couch as we finished the movie. I was barely able to focus on the screen with the way she laid on me. She was mostly on my side with her back to the back cushions of the couch and her head on my chest. My hand was down her pants cupping her ass and the only thought running through my head was the fact that a few more inches and I could slip my fingers inside her.

  As soon as the credits rolled, we began going at it like teenagers on the couch. I wasn’t even sure who started it—I just know that we were all hands and mouths as we went at each other, tearing our clothes off.

  When we ended up rolling off the couch onto the floor, I decided it was time to move things into her bedroom. I didn’t want either of us to get hurt or rug burn. I was determined for tonight to be the night between us.

  Scooping Rissa up off the floor, I carried her into her room and laid her down on her bed. Her sheets were nearly the same color blue as her eyes, making them even more striking as I looked down on her.

  Climbing in beside her with nothing but my boxer briefs on, we picked right back up where we left off with my fingers inside her and my mouth at her chest.

  “You’re almost there,” I whispered in her ear when I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers.

  She subtly nodded her head in answer, pushing her hips up into my hand. Grinding my palm on her clit, I gave her more of what she needed.

  “More,” she breathed, bucking up into my hand even faster.

  I lowered my head back to her breast and flicked the tip of my ton
gue over her nipple in time with the thrusts of my hand. I felt a surge of wetness coat my hand as she neared the precipice.

  “Come for me, sweetheart, so I can finally be inside you. I want to fuck you so bad.”

  She whimpered followed by a long moan as she climaxed. Her body trembled and shook as she rode out the waves of her release. It was the most beautiful thing to witness.

  “So good,” she mumbled over and over as I brought her down with gentle strokes of my fingers.

  “Told you Scott wasn’t the only one who could make you come,” I boasted seeing as how I was overly proud of myself for giving her three orgasms so far when she said it was impossible.

  Her body immediately tensed and her eyes snapped open. “What did you say?”

  “What?” I asked, afraid to continue the conversation. It probably hadn’t been the best time to bring that up.

  “How did you know about that?” She pulled the blanket up to her chest and when she tried to move away from me, I gave her more of my weight to keep her in place.

  “You may have mentioned it.”

  She covered her eyes in shame. “Of course I did.”

  “Hey.” I pulled her hands from her face. “Don’t ever hide yourself from me. I’m honored that you’re able to let yourself go enough to experience that kind of passion with me.”

  “I’m sorry. I get a little self-conscious sometimes. Did you really have to bring it up while we were... you know?” Her hand stroked my arm as she looked up at me, making goose bumps rise along my skin. Such a tiny touch, yet such a potent reaction to it.

  “Sorry. I may have gotten a little carried away,” I said with chagrin.

  “Yeah I guess you did.”

  “Can you blame me though? I had the hottest woman I know writhing underneath me and calling out my name as she came for me. I couldn’t help my reaction. It’s been programmed in me since way back in the caveman days.”

  She laughed at that, which had me relaxing and grinning down at her. Running my fingers through her hair sprawled out on the pillow, I placed a gentle kiss on her mouth. I pulled back and studied the motions of my hand for a moment.

  “Ben?”

  My eyes moved to hers and my hand stilled there. “Yeah, sweetheart?”

  “Would you mind if we didn’t go any further tonight? I’m a little tired and talking about Scott kind of killed the mood for me.”

  I shook my head, knowing it was my own fault for opening my mouth at the worst possible time. How lame could I possibly be? Now I was cock blocking myself.

  “Not at all. I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to or aren’t ready for.” I pushed up and sat on the edge of the bed.

  “You’re still hard,” she noted after she threw on a tank top and pair of panties.

  “Yeah. It’s fine. It’ll go down eventually.” I winced when I adjusted myself and went to stand up.

  With her hands on my shoulders, Rissa stopped me. “Let me take care of you.”

  When she started lowering herself to the floor, I almost let her, but thought better of it. She didn’t want to go any further and I didn’t want to take advantage of the fact that she felt bad for me and my... predicament. No, I needed to put her comfort before my own.

  Being a standup guy wasn’t all it was cracked up to be sometimes.

  “No. Tonight was about you. I get plenty of pleasure watching you come apart for me. We can worry about me next time.”

  “But—” She pouted.

  “No buts. I promise I’ll be fine. Come on.” I stood and entwined our fingers.

  “You don’t have to leave, you know. We could hang out some more,” she informed me. She studied my face with her head tipped, searching to see if there was a bigger issue making me leave.

  “For as much as I’d love to stay, I think it’s best if I go tonight. I don’t have much willpower where you’re concerned.” I gave her a guilty smile.

  “You sure?”

  “I’m positive.” I led her down the stairs to where the rest of my clothes were strewn around the living room. I dressed quickly, carefully tucking myself back in my jeans and headed for the front door.

  Pulling Rissa into my arms, I kissed her slowly and thoroughly, only stopping once she was clinging to me and breathing heavily. “I have Tuesday off. How about I grill some steaks and potatoes for us?”

  “Mmmm, I love steak. I can be over around six and I’ll bring some wine.”

  “Sounds perfect.”

  I placed one last kiss to her lips and turned to leave. I was six feet out the door when she called my name. I stopped and turned to see what she needed. “Thank you for tonight and not getting upset that we didn’t... you know.”

  I gave her a lopsided grin. I absolutely adored how she always trailed off and ended with “you know.” It was endearing that she didn’t say sex or fuck. “Remember when I told you I would do anything for you?” She nodded, so I continued, “Those weren’t just words, sweetheart.”

  As I drove home with a silly smile on my face, I couldn’t help but think that this girl was giving me the worst case of blue balls and somehow I couldn’t be happier about it.

  SIXTEEN

  That Friday night, I was kicking back with Tanner, shooting the shit and drinking beers on my back deck. Our mother had come over for dinner earlier that night. After she left, neither of us felt like going out, which seemed like a rarity these days.

  All night long, I found my mind continually drifting to Clarissa and what a fabulous week we had together.

  On Monday, she joined Ed and me for lunch. It was important to me for the two of them to get to know each other better. I didn’t need to worry though. It was all too easy for Rissa to charm Ed with her wit and sense of humor. He never stood a chance—much like me. Had it not been for the amount of love I knew he had for his wife, Ella, I might have been concerned.

  When we parted ways after lunch that day, Rissa surprised the shit out of me by planting a soft kiss on my lips before strutting over to her car and driving away. Not even Ed’s ribbing could ruin my high after that.

  Later that night we spent over an hour on the phone watching Seinfeld together on television and talking about absolutely nothing before finally saying goodnight.

  On Tuesday, she came over after work and we ate out on the back deck watching the sunset. Eventually we moved from the table over to the two-person chaise lounge, my mother had insisted I buy, where we proceeded to make out until it was close to her bedtime.

  I had kept things chaste between us even though my body was racing to take it all the way. I had struggled with that decision. Ultimately, I decided there was something to be said about the buildup, and when we finally did come together, I wanted to take my time with her and know neither of us had to worry about going to work the next day.

  Wednesday and Thursday went much the same way as Monday with us ending the night on the phone together. Both times we stayed on until she ended up falling asleep and I had no choice but to hang up. I found it incredibly adorable listening to her soft snores before I did though.

  “I heard you and Rissa have been spending some time together or trying to anyway,” Tanner said with a hardy chuckle.

  “I knew you two were behind that stunt last weekend.” I pointed my beer bottle at him and scowled.

  “It didn’t sound like it took much convincing to get her out of your house, bro. Do you need some pointers on how to satisfy a woman?”

  “Fuck you. I don’t need any help in that department,” I scoffed.

  “You sure about that? First rule in seduction, they aren’t supposed to run away from you. If anything you should have to kick their asses out of your bed.”

  I pinched the bridge of my nose and willed myself not to kill him. He could be such an ass sometimes. “I’m not having this conversation with you.”

  Tanner laughed long and hard at that, muttering, “Such a pussy” in between.

  “What’s going on with you and Mered
ith? You both said you weren’t back together but this is twice now I’ve seen the two of you hook up.” Turnabout was fair play in my book. If he wanted to harass me about Rissa, I sure as shit was going to needle him about Meredith.

  He shrugged and finished the last of his beer. “We’re having fun.”

  “That’s it?”

  “Yeah that’s it. Since when do you care so much about who I’m sleeping with?” he asked like it was some big transgression to be asking.

  “Settle the fuck down.” I gave him a look that told him he was being crazy.

  “Yeah whatever. What do you want to do now? I’m over this heart to heart shit.”

  “You mean you’re done busting my balls now that I’m busting yours?”

  “Isn’t that what I said?” he asked with a smirk.

  “How about we play Madden on the PlayStation?” I suggested even though it would probably end up in us fighting. We were both too competitive to play video games with each other. That didn’t mean it stopped us though.

  He looked at his watch and shrugged. “Sure I got some time before I have to meet Lucy.”

  “Wait a second. What about Meredith?” I asked in confusion when we both stood and headed towards the house.

  “What about her?”

  Thinking better about pursuing the conversation, I opted to let it go. “You know what? Never mind. I don’t want to know.”

  He put me in a headlock as we walked into the house. “It’s about time you stopped acting like a girl and asking so many questions.”

  *****

  Clarissa

  “Okay, dish, sister,” Meredith said as soon as we slid into the booth at the bar.

  I sipped my martini and pretended not to know what she was talking about.

  “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Do not hold out on me. I want to know what’s going on between you and Ben,” she bitched.

  “A lady never kisses and tells,” I said coyly.

  “You are such a bitch. Just tell me,” she whined. It was very unladylike and unattractive.

  “Why should I? After the stunt you pulled last weekend?”

  “I don’t know what you mean,” she huffed and looked out into the crowd, trying to avoid my scolding her.