His Undercover Lover

by April Zyon

  “Now you have me wanting to walk up to the bedroom,” she grumbled, and rubbed her cheek against his. “However, if you want to wait, I’m all for waiting. I just hope that you have a condom down here that we can use.”

  He snorted at that. “Babe, there’s a box of condoms in every room of this house. Some have two or more boxes depending on our frequency of use of the room. Check the drawer of the side table there. You’ll find a box.”

  “Oh you are such a smart man.” She all but purred, moving slightly so that she could grab one of the foil packets. “Goodness gravy. Who would have thought that we would use so many of them? Now, I think we should get naked. Thoughts?”

  “Very good plan,” he told her. He lifted her up and set her on her feet. “I think you should strip for me, love. Give me a bit of a show. After all, I haven’t really gotten to see you wiggling your ass around for a good long time.”

  She laughed. “Good point, but I don’t have a pole in here.” She fake-pouted, her grin ruining it. “So how am I supposed to do a good pole dance? Or perhaps I should give you a lap dance instead?” She started to strip for him, humming a tune as she did so.

  “Definitely a lap dance,” he told her. He was working on his boots, dropping them to the side before shucking off his jeans. With a toss, his jeans landed on the armchair next to her. Then he lounged back, his cock at attention and curved toward his belly.

  “Oh, you went commando today. I freaking love it.” She shifted, twitched, and turned so that her ass was toward him. She dropped her jeans, and then her top. Slowly, she shook her ass in front of his face and dropped her bra before putting her thumbs at the sides of the panties and pulling them down. She hummed and grinned over her shoulder at him. “You can touch me, though, unlike at the club. I would love it if you did.”

  “Half the fun is the anticipation,” he said. “I like waiting to have my hands on you, but don’t make me wait too long, Megan or I’ll fucking jump your sweet little body. From there you know what will happen, and I find I’m liking watching you work your body like that.”

  She pushed the panties down to the floor and kicked them off. She proceeded to back up to him, twitching and shifting her hips. “Oh, you know you want to touch my ass. You can, you know.” She teased him, turning so that her hips were shaking and just out of reach, just barely. “Just a small little move on your part and you can swat my ass with your hands like you want to.”

  She got what she wanted, sort of. He did move, he did smack her ass, and he also hauled her back against him so his cock was rubbing against her lower back. Simon spread her legs by using his own to press them open, his hand landing on her pussy, and a finger rubbed over her folds and clit.

  Megan moaned and leaned her head back against his shoulder. She shifted and rubbed against him. Her hand moved behind her and, finding his cock, began to stroke him as he dipped his fingers into her pussy and fingered her. “Goodness, Si,” she whispered in urgent need. “I’m thinking that I should ride you. I don’t know if I want to have your cock in my ass and fingers in my pussy, or just have you buried as deep as only you can go in my pussy and driving me wild.” He did that to her, made her forget utterly everything as they came together.

  “It’s entirely your choice,” he pointed out. He nipped at her shoulder, scraping his teeth to her throat before capturing her earlobe to suckle on the flesh. “Do you want me fucking your sweet little ass? Or do you want to turn around, climb onto me, and ride me until we both explode?” He pushed his fingers deeper into her pussy, and his thumb rubbed over her clit at the same time.

  “I know I’m a greedy woman, but both.” She whimpered, her hands moving faster and harder up and down his cock. “I just need you. I will never stop needing you.” She would likely be one of those old women that would always be ready to push her man into a closed room just to have her way with him.

  His laugh shook her around slightly. “Which do you want first? Your pussy, or your tight little ass? You should also reach back into that drawer and grab the lube. It’s a little bottle, but I picked up a few while in town the other day since I figured you wouldn’t want to be running around searching for the one and only big bottle we have.”

  She giggled at that. He was so right. She loved to that he knew her so well. She reached for the lube, pausing when his thumb brushed her clit again and she shivered. “Dammit.” She cursed, something she didn’t do often now that she was no longer working in the strip club. Passing him the bottle, she put her hand on his cock once more, stroking him and rubbing his cock along her ass.

  “You never did answer me, you know. Where do you want my cock first?” He thrust another finger into her pussy, pumping them in and out of her faster. “Talk to me, Megan. I need to know what you’re thinking, what you are wanting, everything.”

  “Ass. God, I need you right now.” She felt her skin puckering with gooseflesh. Knew that before long she was going to be coming, and good gravy, she wanted him with her when that happened.

  “Slip the condom on my cock,” he ordered. He slowed his fingers’ movement so she had a prayer of actually accomplishing the task. “Give me the lube, babe. I need to get you ready while you get me ready.”

  Megan didn’t hesitate. She pulled the condom from the package and, while riding his fingers, rolled it onto his cock. “Lube.” She had passed it to him, but he was still playing with her pussy, not that she minded. “Come on, Si. Please hurry.”

  His hand closed over hers, slipping the lube from her. She heard the lid snap open, and then the cold lube was being squeezed into her ass. Megan could feel him spreading some on his cock too, his knuckles rubbing the seam of her ass and her lower back. “Lift,” he told her. A quick flick of his wrist had the container of lube landing on the coffee table with only a small skid before it stopped moving.

  She lifted slightly and whimpered when he aligned his cock to her puckered back hole. “Please.” She just plain needed him inside of her, wanted to be able to lean her back to his chest and ride him. She wanted to have his fingers in her pussy and his cock moving in and out of her anus.

  “Easy, Megan. Take me in slow,” he said. He’d wrapped his other arm around her middle, helping to balance her, and to also ensure she didn’t go any faster than he approved. “There you go,” he murmured. The head of his cock slid through the tight rings, and slowly, she took more of him into her body.

  Megan shuddered when he finally settled inside of her ass. “Oh God.” She leaned back and rocked her body against Simon’s. “I need your fingers.” She put her hand on his left one and rubbed their joined fingers against her clit. “Inside of me.”

  “Not yet,” he told her. His arm around her middle tightened, and in a surge of muscle, he stood with her dangling from his cock. A turn put her on her hands and knees on the sofa. “Grab onto the arm, and don’t let go,” he told her. Settling behind her, Simon rearranged her legs slightly, one braced on the sofa, the other foot on the floor. Then he began to thrust, easing their joined fingers down to press into her pussy.

  Megan braced herself on the couch with one hand, the other pushing in and out of her pussy with him. She didn’t hesitate to trust Simon to keep her from falling down onto her face.

  Simon put his free hand on her shoulder, holding onto her so she didn’t go launching off the sofa. They’d learned it could happen the hard way. They’d both been stunned when it had happened, then practically pissed themselves laughing after the fact. While it had been amusing, it had been a serious mood killer as well.

  Megan felt her skin prickle and shuddered again. “More,” she begged him while they pumped their joined fingers in and out of her body. “Please, Simon.” She curled her toes and braced her knees so she didn’t fall down on her face.

  “Fuck, you’re so damn wet,” he said. He gave a growl when he began to pump in and out of her ass faster. Pressing his thumb to her clit, he rubbed at the tight bud ruthlessly, giving her everything she wanted and so much more.
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  Megan began to move, and screamed when his thumb rubbed her clit hard. Her pussy clenched tightly upon their fingers, her ass on his cock, and she came hard. She sobbed in pure pleasure.

  “I’ve got you, babe. That’s it, let it all go,” he encouraged her. Megan was practically thrashing around because Simon wasn’t letting up. His cock continued to drive into her ass, his fingers kept thrusting into her pussy, and his thumb kept a steady rhythm on her clit going.

  She came out the other side of her orgasm and shifted so she could move again with him. “Please, Simon, I need for you to come with me. I’m desperate here for you to explode inside of me.”

  “Soon, I’m close, Megan. A little more, and I’ll be right there with you, babe. Squeeze that tight ass of yours hard on my cock,” he said. “Make me come with you. I know you can do it. You’ve done it plenty of times before.”

  Megan just grinned. She pushed back against him, and as she did, she tightened her muscles and squeezed not only his cock, but their joined fingers as well. She pushed back against him, squeezing them, and brushed their thumbs over her clit again and again. She felt the skin at the back of her neck once again lift up in need and knew she was close. “Please.”

  “Come for me, love,” he said. “Scream my name.” His lips brushed slowly over her neck, and then he gave her a small bite, his teeth scraping her skin. He did it again and again before sinking his teeth in to hold her tight when he thrust deep, stiffened, and let out a strangled moan.

  Megan did just as he demanded. She screamed his name the moment he bit into her shoulder. She loved the way that felt. She loved when he would bite her, lick her, anything. She sobbed and screamed his name a second time as a third orgasm came unbidden from her.

  “Fuck,” he choked out. Thankfully, he moved his one arm to hold onto her, the other bracing on the sofa. After a few minutes, he eased them to lie down. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. His tongue slid slowly over her skin lightly and he gave her a squeeze.

  Megan had her eyes closed and was smiling. “God, I love you, Simon,” she whispered finally, and relaxed fully. Once she felt Simon soften inside of her anus, she shifted slightly. “Should you clean up so that we could either go to the bed and snuggle and then do this all over again, or just stay where we are?”

  “I think we should crawl into bed,” he told her. “Why don’t you head that way, and I will join you there in a couple minutes. Make you leave me some room this time, otherwise, I’ll flop on top of you, and God help you.”

  Megan giggled. “Sounds good to me.” She turned to look up at him. “Hurry.” She stroked her finger over his cheek and nodded. “So that we can do this all over again.” She felt all tingly and fabulous. She felt relaxed, but she would always be on the verge of just jumping him.

  “I will meet you there, be ready for me,” he said. He pulled out of her body, gave her ass a smack, and got off the sofa. Shooting her a wink, he headed for the nearest bathroom. Megan kept her eyes on his ass as long as she could.

  It wasn’t until he was gone that she got up and stretched. “I will get the shower started. While I want to just curl up in bed, I think I should shower too.” She was walking toward their bedroom, but knew he could still hear her. “Want to join me?”

  She heard the snort he gave. “Like you even have to ask,” he called back. She heard the toilet flush, a rush of water in the sink, and then silence. Megan knew he could move in near silence, so she had to listen with her other senses.

  Megan finished her bathroom needs and then turned on the shower. When she heard the slightest hint of sound into the bedroom, she stepped into the shower stall and turned her face up to the falling water. “Nice of you to join me,” she said as the door opened and the cool rush of the air from outside of the stall entered.

  His hands slid over her hips, his arms wrapping around her waist as his chest pressed against her back. “You are such a little smart ass,” he said against her ear. “One of the many reasons I love you.”

  “Well, you know.” She lifted her shoulder and grinned over at him. “I’m glad that you love me as much as I love you.” She leaned back against him and closed her eyes. “Besides, you would worry if I wasn’t such a smarty pants.”

  “I’m still coming to terms with the fact you don’t actually swear like a trucker. One life-shattering shocker at a time would be nice,” he told her. She could feel him laughing against her back. “It is nice to know at least one of our future kids’ parents is responsible, and will smack the other when they get too mouthy.”

  Megan snorted. “Oh please.” She was shaking her head, giggling too. “You are too funny. I happen to cuss if I am on a job and it’s needed. I just…” She shrugged. “I just never really have had a need to cuss until I was dancing, and then I was cussing like a mother trucker constantly.”

  “Yup, just like a mother trucker,” he said. He was laughing even harder, his arms tightening around her body. “God, you are too precious. Now, pass me the shampoo, duck your head under the water, and let’s get you scrubbed down.”

  Her heart went a little melty at his words. Goodness, she had seriously lucked out with having Simon in her life. This man was amazing, just the way that he took care of her and ensured that she was always healthy, happy, and clean. It might seem like a silly thing to make her happy, but it wasn’t to her.

  She passed him the shampoo, ducked her head under the water, and leaned against him when he began to wash her hair.

  “You’ve got a very happy look about you. Care to share what’s going through that head of yours?” he asked. He was massaging her scalp lightly, adding to her relaxed feeling, before he tipped her head under the water to rinse out the suds.

  “I’m just happy to have you in my life. I don’t think anyone else would take such wonderful care of me. I don’t think that there is anyone out there that would be as connected to me as you are. That makes me happy. Very happy.”

  “Aw,” he said. “That’s so sweet of you to say. But you make it easy, babe. All by being such a wonderful person. I couldn’t ask for a better woman to have in my life. You’re all I’ve ever wanted, and all I’ll ever need.”

  She melted even more and turned to look over her shoulder at him. “I’m glad that you are in my life and we are keeping each other forever. That makes me all kinds of crazy happy. Now, we need to finish washing and then go to bed so that we can get warm together.”

  “And I need to give you your surprise as well,” he said. “So, yes, you’d better finish scrubbing down quickly.” Reaching around her, he grabbed her loofah, put on a squirt of her favorite body wash, and handed it to her. He grabbed his bar of soap, and then stepped back to give her enough space to wash up.

  “I didn’t even look in the bedroom.” Good heavens, she couldn’t believe that she hadn’t even thought about looking at the surprise that he said was waiting for her. Quickly, she got herself cleaned and then rinsed. “Come on, I want my surprise.” She stayed in the shower with him, watching him as he cleaned himself.

  Shaking his head at her, he stepped under the water to rinse off. Wiping his hands over his face, Simon shut the water off. He waved her out of the stall and passed her a towel to dry off with. “You actually forgot about it, didn’t you?”

  “Yes,” she grumbled. “You melted my brain with the orgasms in the living room. So it’s all your fault that I forgot.” She enjoyed poking fun with him and knew that he would give it right back to her.

  “I can live with that. I kind of like the idea I can melt your too-sharp mind into forgetting something you were all hot about,” he said. Bending over, he dried his legs then straightened and hung up the towel. “Well, come on, let’s get in bed.”

  She wrapped her hair into the towel she had just dried off with and slipped her hand into his. “Okay, so...” She walked into the bedroom with him and smiled. “What’s my surprise?”

  “Check on your pillow,” he told her. Not that he let her go right for it—of
course not. Blasted man wrapped an arm around her, pulled her to him, and gave her a toe-curler of a kiss. Only when her brain started melting again did he let her loose.

  Megan just stood there looking at him afterward. She licked her lips and grinned. “Mercy.” He was perfect. He was all she could have ever wanted in life, and she was so happy that he was there for her and with her. Finally, she walked away from him and to their bed. Seeing a ribbon on the pillow, she followed it, and there, tied as a part of the bow, was a beautiful platinum and diamond ring. “Si?” She turned her wide eyes to him. Her hands were shaking as she lifted the beautiful white bow from her pillow.

  He walked toward her and took the ribbon from her hands. “I got tired of waiting for you to ask,” he teased with a grin. Going to a knee, he undid the ribbon and held up the ring. “Megan Jenkins, will you marry me?” he asked softly.

  Megan just looked down at him and laughed. She nodded, and fell so that she could wrap her arms around his neck, crying. “Yes!” she said finally. “Yes, yes!” She squeezed. God, she couldn’t believe how happy she was. He had asked her, finally, to marry him!

  He laughed and wrapped his arms around her. “You sure? Cause you don’t sound very sure,” he teased. Squeezing her close, he got to his feet, lifting her with him, and swung her around in a slow circle. “Let’s see if I got the right sizing, or if your sister was yanking my chain.”

  She put the ring on with his help and looked at it. “Perfect.” It looked as if it had been created for her and her alone. God, she loved this man. “You asked Mercy about my ring size?” Could he get any more perfect than he was? “I love you so much, Simon.”

  “Of course I damn well asked your sister,” he said. “I took her shopping with me, and she helped me to narrow down the choices. There were way too many. I had an idea, but she definitely helped me get the right one. Thank God. Though now I owe her several nights of free babysitting. Think I can talk you into lending a hand?”