by Jill Prand
He breaks the kiss to rip my shirt and bra off me then cups me with both hands, looking at me with shaded eyes. “So beautiful,” he says before leaning down and lapping at the little bud. He pushes me back onto the bed and follows me down, never breaking contact with his mouth. He latches on, alternating sucking and licking and nipping. My panties are drenched and I am so close to coming just from his mouth on my breast, all I need is a little friction against my clit and I know I will see stars.
Brad
God, she is so responsive. I can’t believe I am finally touching her. She is arching up into my mouth making these little mewing sounds that cause my dick to jerk. I can feel the pre-cum seeping into my boxers and all I want to do is thrust inside of her.
I start to move to her other breast, glancing up to her face. Her mouth is open and she licks her lips. I have to taste that mouth again so I lick my way up her chest, then her neck taking the time to nip at her pulse point. When I press my lips to hers she grabs my hair, her nails scratching my scalp but the pain just makes me devour her mouth more. I push my tongue into the farthest recesses of her mouth, licking the roof and moving to the sides. I can taste the wine she’s been drinking, but underneath that is the taste of her, that unique taste that has driven my fantasies for years. No other woman has ever come close to that taste. It’s like she was made just to drive me wild. She sucks at my tongue then sticks hers in my mouth running it along the bottom of mine to almost the tip and sucks again. I moan as my mind moves to what it would feel like to have her do that to my cock. And I am so close to exploding in my pants at just the thought. I have to pull away so I don’t embarrass myself.
“God, woman, you’re killing me,” I tell her; looking into those gorgeous brown eyes...eyes full of desire for me. I’ve seen her look at Bobby like this and it always killed me, but now that this look is for me I will do everything in my power to keep it there.
In a breathless voice she says, “I want you so bad right now.” The emotion in her voice ratchets through me straight to my heart. “I want you too Lisa, but we need to slow this down babe. We can’t go any further yet. You need to talk to Bobby first,” I push a strand of her hair behind her ears. “I don’t want to be the other guy. I need to be able to say you’re mine, even if it’s only partially true.”
“I’ll never let you be the “other guy,” Brad. I don’t want to hurt you ever again. It kills me to think about how much I’ve wounded you in the past.” Gripping my hair she pulls me to her and gently kisses me. It’s not the hot and heavy kiss we shared moments ago. This is heartfelt and healing and I feel myself falling harder for her, as if that were possible. She is already the most important person in my life. I hold her to me feeling our bodies aligning from head to toe and I’ve never felt anything more perfect. I never want to let her go. I roll onto my back and take her with me, her head nestled into my neck, her shoulder fit right under my arm. I stroke down her back, “Let’s just lay like this for the rest of the night. I don’t think I can leave you right now.” I press my lips to her forehead.
“I don’t want you to leave. This feels like home.”
There’s a knock on the door. “You guys coming out for the second half?” Jodi calls.
We both laugh. “What do you want to do sweetheart?” I ask. Smiling up at me, “I want to stay right here, but I guess we should go out. Promise me you will stay with me tonight. I want to sleep just like this.”
“You just try to get rid of me.” I sit up bringing her with me.
We make our way out to the living room. John comes out of the kitchen and hands me a beer, “You may need this.”
“Why?”
Then I hear another voice in the kitchen talking to Jodi. “What do you mean she’s with Brad? Both of their cars are here; where are they?” Lisa goes white beside me and I think she is going to faint. I squeeze her hand and she looks up at me. “I need to talk to him and I need you to leave.”
“I want to stay and be with you,” I whisper. “Brad, I need to explain this to him and I need to do it alone. If you are here, he will react differently than if you’re gone. Please, I will call you afterward, I promise.” She gives me a quick hug and walks into the kitchen.
I turn to John. “What the hell do I do John?” He pats me on the back and turns me toward the door. “I have no idea. Let’s go talk outside. Lisa’s right, if you’re in here he may blow up. Let her handle him and try to explain things. You can’t do it, no matter how much you want to.”
As we make our way through the door I turn around and see Lisa walk out of the kitchen with Bobby. She glances at me, but grabs his hand and takes him towards the room we just vacated. It takes everything in me not to follow them back. I don’t want her alone with him, what if he gets angry, what if she needs me?
“C’mon, Brad,” John says. “Let’s take a walk around the block.” Jodi lives a couple blocks away from Sycamore Avenue grade school. Jodi and I went to Johnson, and Lisa only moved into the area to start middle school. We head over to the playground and John hops on a swing. “Remember when all you could think about was how high you could get?” He asks as he pumps his legs.
I take the swing next to him and push off the ground. “Yeah, not a care in the world.” The swing is so low to the ground my knees almost touch as I’m going back and I have to hold my feet up so they don’t scrape and slow me down. I get into the rhythm and close my eyes, feeling the air pass over my face, the sun shining down on us and I start to feel the tension leave me a little. I’m still worried about what’s happening at the house, but I know that Lisa can handle Bobby. And Jodi’s there; she won’t let anything get too crazy.
I just want to fast forward to after Lisa tells him and then take her in my arms again, but I don’t know if that will happen today. With Bobby here, will she be with him tonight? How the hell are we going to work this out that she can spend time with me, too? And can I really share her with him? What the hell am I saying, up until this point he’s had all of her, even if I just get her for one night a week it would be more than I have now.
But once I really have her, take her in my arms and love her, will I be able to let her go back to him? Can my heart survive watching her walk out my door knowing she’s going to him? And what the hell am I going to do with myself when she is with him? I’m going to have to keep myself busy so the images of them don’t drown me again.
I’m going to buy the house. I’m going to redecorate the whole thing and make it a place she can come home to. As of right now she is either in his place or Jodi’s. She needs someplace that’s hers and I’m just the person to give it to her. I wonder if I put my bid in today if I can get at least the bedroom done by Valentine’s Day.
God, I can’t wait to see her face when I give her the keys to her house.
Lisa
Holy shit! Bobby is here. I’m not ready to see him yet! I have to figure out how to tell him about Brad and me and I have no idea how to do it.
Brad...he looks at me with all that longing and understanding. I just want to bury myself in his arms and hide away, but I know I can’t. I need to talk to Bobby and tell him what is going on in my head and heart. I tell Brad he needs to leave and that I need to speak with Bobby. Seeing the hurt come back into his eyes nearly kills me, but I have no other choice. I can’t be with him until Bobby and I talk.
I walk into the kitchen and there he is, the man who has defined my life for so long. I have loved him and wanted him for eight long years. It’s funny but in all that time we’ve only spent a total of nine months together. Maybe that is why I can’t fully commit to him. Do I really know him? I know he doesn’t know the real me. He has just cracked the surface of who I am. He doesn’t know all I went through before him and after. I’ve told him some, but the really hurtful things, only one man knows them all and I just let him walk out the door.
Bobby practically lunges at me, pulling me close. “Hey beautiful baby, I missed you.” He kisses me and my knees go weak. My
body always reacts to him this way, as if he owns me. I kiss him back knowing that once we talk he may not want to kiss me again. He moans in my mouth and takes the kiss deeper.
“Ahem.” Jodi makes her presence known. “You two want to take this some place a little more private?” I can hear the disdain in her voice and know it is from the fact that two minutes ago it was Brad’s tongue in my mouth.
We break apart and Bobby laughs. “Jodi’s right. I need to be alone with you right now.” I glance at Jodi and the disapproving look she gives me makes me take a step back. I know she and I will be having a long discussion sometime soon, but I can only handle one at a time and right now Bobby and I need to talk. I turn to walk back to my room and glance as John and Brad are walking out the door. The look in Brad’s eyes kills me, but I grab Bobby’s hand and lead him into my bedroom. I will talk to Brad later, too.
As soon as my door is closed, Bobby turns me around, grabbing my ass he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him. He presses his erection into my core and my body instinctively starts grinding on him. I am so wound up between Brad and Bobby that my body doesn’t really care who is inside me right now, I just need to fill that hole.
We fall back on the bed, Bobby bracing us with his arm. “I need to be inside you, baby, one more time before I leave.” That statement throws cold water on my libido.
“What do you mean ‘before you leave?’” I start to scoot back away from him. He stops my movement by laying his head on my stomach. “I have to go on a job. I tried to get out of it, but the client is insistent that I lead the team.” His fingers are playing with the exposed skin between my jersey and shorts, “This is going to be one of those missions where I won’t be able to call you until we’re done. It will probably be a little over a week. I have to leave tonight; the plane is due to take off from Kennedy at midnight.”
This is one of the things that stop me from totally trusting Bobby. His business dealings just seem more mercenary than security sometimes. What security team can’t talk about what they are doing? If he gave me more details after the fact I could understand, but everything is hush, hush. I know that these are dangerous; the bruises he came back with last time told me that. The fact that his driver Arthur was worried was telling as well. “You can’t tell me where you’re going, can you?”
“No, baby. This one is strictly need to know and I don’t want you to worry.” He runs his hand down the length of my leg. “Please baby, I need to be inside you now before I have to go.”
He raises his head and the pleading look in his eyes undoes me. I grab him, pulling his face up to mine as I open my legs for him. The second our lips meet the fire bursts between us. My body aches for the touch of his hands on me, the feel of his mouth, his length inside me. All thoughts of the talk we need to have vanish and it is just Bobby and me, doing what we do best. Our bodies know this dance, but it always feels new. I tug at his shirt unable to get it off fast enough. He pushes off me, kneeling between my legs as he grabs the back of his shirt the way men do, and throws it on the floor. My eyes drink him in; he is so perfect. His body is built like a swimmer’s, not too much muscle, but clearly defined. He has just a smidgen of hair on his chest and a happy trail that leads to nirvana. Scars mar his beauty reminding me of the perils of his work. The need to touch him overtakes me and I reach up to him. Taking my hand he pulls me up, “Your turn now baby. I need to see you, too.”
I pull my jersey over my head and it joins his shirt on the floor. I unclasp my bra, letting the straps fall off my shoulders, but holding it in front. Bobby moans, “Take it off baby. Now.”
Grinning wickedly at him, it makes me feel so powerful knowing how I affect him. I slowly remove my left arm from the strap. Switching hands on the cups I repeat the process on the right, never taking my eyes off him. “Lose the pants and I’ll drop it.”
He’s off the bed in a flash, pushing out of his shoes and undoing his pants, his eyes never leave mine as I move back to lean against the headboard. He pushes his pants and underwear off in one smooth motion, kicking them to the side, as I drop the bra. I cup my breasts and pinch my nipples. “Show me what you’ve got for me, doll. Stroke it for me.” He growls, but complies with my wishes, it’s not often I take control of our lovemaking, but when I do I know just how to drive him to the edge. He strokes his impressive cock and I can see he’s having trouble holding back, there is already pre-cum pooling at the tip. I continue to pull on my breasts in time to the rhythm of his hand on his erection drawing a moan from my mouth. God, he is beautiful, and all mine. I can’t take any more of this torture, “I need your mouth on me.” It comes out as practically a whisper, but he hears me.
He launches himself at me so fast that I brace for the impact, but he lands on all fours inches from me. His mouth finds that place right below my ear that causes me to whimper as he alternates nipping with his teeth and licking the pain away. My head drops to the side, offering myself up to him as my hands move up his arms. Feeling the tightly held strength in the muscles, grabbing hold, my nails bite into his flesh making him moan. His mouth moves down nipping and licking over my collarbone and between my breasts. When he finally gets to my nipple, I pull his hair hard, causing his mouth to open as I arch my back, thrusting as much of my breast into his mouth as he can take.
“Bobby!” I almost scream. I’m going to come just from his mouth sucking and pulling, biting and licking at my nipple. My clit is throbbing and all I need is the slightest of friction to push me over the edge. He reaches between us and unbuttons my shorts, clawing at them to get me bare, hooking one of his feet in them once they are at my knees to kick them all the way off me.
Releasing my nipple he grabs my hips and pulls me under him, he lowers himself on top of me, pressing his cock into my wet folds. The friction causing me to orgasm instantly, my eyes looking directly into his. “I love watching you cum for me.”
My heart beats wildly as the waves of my release run through me, Bobby is slowly sliding his thick member into me, stretching me, filling me, making me feel whole. I pull him down on top of me so we are touching from chest all the way to where my heels are digging into his calves. The weight of his body pushes me into the bed as he draws out of me slowly then pounds back in with a snap of his hips. I arch up to meet him and he grinds his pelvic bone into my clit, “I love you, Lisa,” he says, which brings tears to my eyes. I don’t know if it is because he is leaving or because of what I did with Brad not fifteen minutes ago. I do love Bobby; he takes half my heart with him wherever he goes. “I love you, too, Bobby.” I raise my head and capture his lips and try to drive all the love I feel for him into the kiss for him to take with him.
Bobby starts moving faster, moaning into my mouth and I can feel him getting bigger inside of me. He is close to release and I know his control is slipping. I run my hands down his back and grab his ass, feeling his muscles flex beneath my fingers. I break the kiss so I can see his eyes, almost black now with passion. I feel myself start to quiver, knowing my next explosion is near, I rake my nails over the globes in my hand, “Now, Bobby!” I scream as I feel myself ignite. He pumps into me once more before I feel his cock pulse from the root to tip and he erupts inside of me. We shudder together, my orgasm still sending waves of pleasure through me. My hands are gentle now as they move up his back into his hair, I draw him down to me. I whisper, “I love you,” before I lick his lower lip and take it into my mouth.
He deepens the kiss and slips one hand under my neck and the other under my back urging me closer to him. He rolls to his side, taking me along and I feel him slip out of me. The emptiness I feel now is just the beginning. I know that while he is gone this will only get worse. It always does when I am away from him.
How can I even think about being with Brad when Bobby affects me this way? Why now does my heart want to rip me in two? Is it even possible to be so drawn to both of them? All of these thoughts are racing through me as I am cocooned in Bobby. Before my party, before Brad walke
d in, I would have said that this is the only place I ever want to be. The only place I felt safe and loved but it’s not true, Brad has always loved me and been the person I go to when I need to talk. Brad gave me the perfect gift for my birthday, a way to clear my head when I need to. I know Bobby would give me the world if I asked for it, but Brad knows what I need without me asking. Which is more important? And do I have to choose?
Brad
Bobby is still at the house when John and I get back from our walk so I get in my car and leave. Not that I want to leave Lisa there, I want her with me but I am used to being second in her life. At least now I feel like I have a chance with her. The first real chance I’ve had with her.
Just remembering her in my arms, she wanted me, I could see it in her eyes. She tastes better than I remember and I’ve waited a long time. I just have to not push her for more than she can give me. No matter how badly I want to rush in there and pull her out and whisk her away. Lisa loves Bobby and she always will, I just need to hope that the love she feels for me will eclipse what she feels for him. Eventually.
I get in my truck after telling John I would talk to him tomorrow. I know he understands why I can’t be in there right now. I drive toward my boat, maybe a ride down river will help while I wait for her to call me. Again the water is something Lisa and I share, it calms us and we think better when we are away from land. It’s a good thing that I make my living on the water, well most of it anyway.
I own a party boat charter company. It sorta fell into my lap. One of my good friends from high school, Rob and his father owned the company with four boats. Rob and I were on the lacrosse team together and became tight, especially when Lisa was dating Bobby the first time. I worked with Rob in the summers and I really enjoyed it. Rob’s father died when I was in my freshman year of college. As an only child and with no mother, Rob was left everything. Luckily I was going to college in town and could help him when he needed it. I became one of his captains that summer and started putting my business classes to use helping with the day to day running as well. We did this all through my college years and when I graduated he made me a full partner. We now have six boats we run from April through October and we are booked almost every day. Lucky for us I also have good luck when it comes to investments. We’ve both made a lot of money in the market and I can say I am well off. Not Bobby Harber rich, but I can certainly afford to live well enough.