Thoughts of her husband meant she couldn’t stop her tears, didn’t want to in truth. They just had to make this work, because without Sean in their life, Zane and she just wouldn’t work. He was the missing piece neither one of them had realized they needed, but if the last couple of months, since Sean had reappeared in Zane’s life, told her anything, it was this.
Sean pulled back, and the horrified expression on his face would have been comical in any other circumstance. Now, it just made her cry harder.
“Jesus, baby, don’t cry. Not over me. I should go. I never meant to come between you and Zane.”
He moved as if to pull away, and Sandy locked her ankles behind his butt and clung onto his shoulders like a monkey. She’d bloody stay like that if she had to.
“No, please, that’s the last thing … please, Sir, stay. I want you, and the only way you’ll come between us is if you leave now. We both need you, and we can make this work, right?”
Sean’s sharp intake of breath reverberated through her, and the instant flash of lust in his darkening eyes caused a sweet ache in her pussy. Her nipples beaded, pushed against the suddenly restrictive fabric of her shirt, and she held her breath when he took her hands off his shoulders, grasped her wrists and held them behind her back with one of his large hands. Sean pulled back more and looked his fill. Judging by the growing bulge behind his zipper he liked what he saw, as confirmed by his next words.
“Yes, we can. There’s nothing I want more. You’re so fucking beautiful, but we shouldn’t. Not without Zane.”
Sandy attempted to yank her wrists out of his hold, but she should have known that would be a useless exercise.
“Please, Sir, he won’t be back for hours, and I can’t wait that long. I need you in me now.” Heat rose in her cheeks as she uttered the words. It had never been easy for Sandy to express her wishes verbally, though she knew she had to be clear. There could be no room for misunderstandings, and she was so damn horny, she might just self-combust if Sean didn’t make good on the promise in his jeans. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the long, hard imprint of his cock which tested the strength of his jeans.
She licked her lips, and Sean groaned. His free hand slipped in her hair and tugged her head back until she had no choice but to look at him. The heated intensity of his gaze only served to stoke the flames of her arousal even higher.
“Why won’t he be back for hours, little one?” Sean asked, his voice thick with need.
“He’s buried himself in work ever since, well, you know. He blames himself.” She hated talking about this now, but she knew that Sean would want to know. That he would never act on this pull between them, if he thought Zane wouldn’t agree to this.
“He has no reason to blame himself. What the fuck?”
Sean’s jaw tightened anew, making his scar stand out, and she ached to run her tongue along the ragged length. One day she would have to ask him how he’d gotten that, but not today.
“I know that, Sir, but you know what he’s like and…” Sandy ran her tongue over her dry lips to moisten them, and Sean’s hold on her hair, tightened. That delicious sting of pain shot straight to her clit, and she squirmed on the hard counter. “Please, Sir.”
Sean smirked and raised an eyebrow.
“A little bit needy there, my sweet girl? Let me guess, the fool has buried himself in work and neglected his little subbie’s needs, has he?”
Sandy couldn’t get her voice to work, because Sean released his hold on her and tugged at the belt of his jeans. Excitement pooled in her belly, as he slowly pulled it out the loopholes and held it up in front of her.
“Tell me what you need, sweet girl.” He wrapped it around his hand several times until a small strip remained. “Answer me, girl, or I shall use this belt on your ass, and not for fun.”
Chapter Seven
Fuck it all to hell and back, he hadn’t come here for this. Hadn’t expected to find sweet little Sandy on her own and so damn responsive. Yet, from the minute he’d seen her, looking deliciously disheveled with her messy hair and tatty clothes, his dick had sprung to life with a speed that left him almost as lightheaded as his head injury had.
He wasn’t supposed to do anything strenuous, and fucking Zane’s wife would no doubt be classed as a strenuous activity, but he’d never been one to follow the rules.
Besides, looking at her now, her eyes almost black in her arousal, hell, he couldn’t resist her, and he didn’t want to. What the fuck was Zane playing at, distancing himself from his wife? If Sean was married to this wonderful woman, he sure as hell wouldn’t let any opportunity go to show her much he loved her.
That thought hit him in the chest with the full force of a sledgehammer, and he dropped the belt in his hands.
I fucking love her.
Sandy frowned, as though she had picked up on the emotional turmoil he was currently dealing with.
“Sir?” Her whispered question shook him out of his internal soul searching, and he smiled at her.
“I haven’t heard your answer, pet. Tell me what you need from me right now.” He skimmed his knuckles over the hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of her shirt. Sandy’s moan was music to his ears, as was her hesitant reply.
“You, Sir, just you.”
He tapped her thighs, and like the good girl she was she released him from the intimate prison she’d had him in, so that he could peel his clothes off. The way she ate him alive with her eyes was such a fucking turn-on. Another one of those breathy moans came from his girl, when he took his hard shaft in his hand and pumped a few times. He swiped his thumb through his wet slit and lifted it up to Sandy’s mouth.
“Here, taste what you want, sweet girl.”
The way she licked that digit, sucked it into her mouth, made him even harder.
“That’s a good girl. Tell me where you want my cock, sweet thing.”
He pulled back his thumb and crossed his arms over his chest. Sandy’s pout in answer was utterly delightful, and made him want to claim those full lips, bite down on them and mark her in pleasure.
“Everywhere, Sir. Please, just fuck me.”
Sean smiled and shook his head.
“Oh, no, my sweet, I don’t think so. Show me how much you want me, first. Strip for me and let me see that sweet cunt of yours.”
Sandy’s sharp intake of breath was utterly delightful, as was the instant blush which appeared across her cheeks and slowly spread down her front.
“Here?” she asked, and he nodded.
“Yes, right here, and do it slowly, my love.”
She blinked at that endearment, and he smiled at the rightness of the statement. She was his love, and he would show her and Zane, too, when he eventually came home, how much they both meant to him. After he turned his boy’s ass red, of course, for neglecting Sandy.
Sandy grasped the hem of her t-shirt with trembling fingers and lifted it slowly. Every inch of skin she revealed made him harder, eager to bury himself in the soft depths of her body. Sandy was all woman with curves to die for, and he groaned when her amazing tits came into view. Heavy and ripe, they hung low, the nipples tight little beacons just begging for his mouth.
He stepped closer, to enable him to grasp the heavy mounds, and Sandy gasped and dropped the shirt on the floor, while her hands went to his shoulders.
“Hands by your side, girl, or I’ll have to tie them with my belt.” He growled his instructions into the soft flesh of her rack, as he pushed her boobs together and sucked both nipples into his mouth.
“Oh, God, so good, please don’t stop.”
Sandy squirmed on the work top, but she kept her hands by her side, the white-knuckled grip she had on the edge of the counter testament to how much this cost her. Such a good girl. He murmured his approval as he paid homage to her tits and then kissed his way up her throat. He licked across the bruises and made sure to nuzzle along that sensitive spot just under her ear. Sure enough, her heart rate increased, and she started
to pant. He caught her moans in the heated kiss they shared as their lips connected. Sean poured all of his emotions into the kiss, delighted with her equally feverish response. By the time he pulled away again, he was in serious danger of shooting his damn load, and that would never do. Sean squeezed the base of his shaft to stop his impending release and issued his next set of instructions with a crack in his voice.
“Now the trousers and panties.”
Sandy complied, and he groaned at the peek of pink flesh between her thighs. The sweet musk of aroused woman hit his nostrils, and he squeezed his dick harder. Soon, he would sink into her body, but he was big and he wanted her as ready for him as she could be.
“Good girl. Scoot back a bit, put your feet on the counter, and spread those juicy pussy lips for me. Show me how wet you are, girl.”
“Oh, good lord, you’re killing me here. Please, Sir, I want … ow.” The swat to her thigh left a red handprint behind and his inner caveman roared, especially as her breath hitched, and she immediately complied with his demand.
In this position he could see her cunt open to him, and he licked his lips. Red, puffy, and oh so wet, her lips glistened, her clit an engorged nub sticking out of her hood, as her hole clenched and quivered, expelling more of her arousal. It trickled down toward that other hole he had every intention of claiming, but first things first.
“Good girl. How badly do you want to come, right now?”
An incomprehensible moan was her answer, and he laughed, as her internal muscles expelled more of her cream.
“Please, Sir, please, I need to come.”
“Then make yourself come, my sweet. Use your fingers and imagine it’s my cock. Smear it around that little clit, fuck yourself with your digits, and look at me while you’re doing it.”
Sandy’s breathing grew labored, and her gaze flew to his, as her fingers started to move. Slowly, hesitantly at first, and then with ever increasing speed as her climax built. Such a fucking turn-on. He could feel her gaze on him, as he looked his fill of her sweet cunt. When she came with his name on his lips, it was simply fucking glorious to witness, and Sean couldn’t restrain himself any more. Grasping her hips, he pulled her forward, and having lined his dick up with her pussy, thrust into heaven. Her cunt gripped him like a vise, and he swore as he pulled out and rocked back in again. Sandy’s hands flew to his shoulders, and her legs locked behind his butt as she matched him thrust for thrust.
In the back of his mind Sean acknowledged the need for protection, but he was too far gone to care in that moment, and with Sandy’s gasps and moans in his ear, echoing his own harsh breaths, he was soon at the point of no return. Sandy came a second time, and Sean pulled out of her, and flipped her, so that her body was facing the kitchen counter. He pushed her torso down with one hand, kicked her legs apart, and gathering the wetness between her legs spread it to her anus. He pushed one slick finger through that tight ring of muscle, and Sandy gasped.
“Tell me I can claim this hole, too, sweet girl.” He added another finger, and scissored them to open her up. Sandy clamped down on his digits, and he almost missed her breathless reply.
“God, yes, please. Green, Sir, so fucking green.”
Sean closed his eyes and kissed her perspiration covered back, as he withdrew his fingers, wrapped one hand in her long hair, and surged back into her pussy. In this position he went deeper than ever, and Sandy groaned and shook as her pussy muscles rippled around his length, signaling another impending release. He fucked her hard, pushing her hips against the counter, and when she screamed and clamped down on him again, withdrew. Seeing his dick covered in her arousal, he ran the tip of it up to her other hole, and pressed. As wet and prepared as she was he encountered very little resistance. Sean swore when he bottomed out in her delightful ass. The pressure was almost too much as her asshole clenched around him in her release.
“Yes, so fucking good. You’re mine now, sweet Sandy. Come for me again.”
He started to move, slowly at first, and as his own orgasm built at the base of his spine he pistoned in and out of her. Sandy screamed, lifted up on tiptoes, and bowed her back as he came with a roar, and bit down on her shoulder.
By the time his cock finally stopped twitching, his legs gave way, and he sank to the floor, taking Sandy with him. How long they sat there, with his precious bundle of curves in his arms he would never know, but eventually his softened dick slipped out of the tight clasp of her butt, and Sandy giggled. Her little hands ran up his chest and cupped his jaw.
“We made a right mess, Sir,” she whispered and pulled his head down for kiss. It took all of Sean’s remaining strength to respond. She must have noticed his lack of response, because Sandy pulled away and frowned at him.
“Are you all right, Sir? Is it your head?” She gently probed at his bandage, and he winced.
“Don’t do that, little one. I just need a minute. I think you killed me.” He tried to inject some humor into that statement but failed miserably if Sandy’s concerned expression was anything to go by.
She scrambled off his lap and frowned. Her own clothes were a soggy mess in the puddle of milk she’d spilled, but his had landed on the kitchen table, so it didn’t surprise him when she grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over her head. It fell to mid-thigh on her, and she looked damn good in it. He would have said as much had a brass band not started up in his head, so he closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the cabinet.
Fuck, he was tired, and thirsty.
He could hear Sandy move around the kitchen, presumably clearing up the mess, and sure enough, a cool cloth was placed on his forehead moments later. Another, warm one, this time, washed away the stickiness in his groin, and he mumbled his protests. It should be him cleaning her up not the other way ‘round, but he didn’t have the energy to move.
“Shush, let me do this for you, Sir. Here, drink some water and take these painkillers. They’ll help. I found them in your bag.”
Sean opened his eyes to find Sandy crouched in front of him, two tiny white pills in her palm, a glass of water in the other.
“Take them, Sir, and then it’s bed for you. To rest, I hasten to add. I’ll rustle up some food and tell Zane that you’re here.”
A flicker of unease crawled up his spine at the mention of Sandy’s husband.
“He … I shouldn’t have…”
Sandy placed her finger over his mouth, effectively stopping his attempt at a protest. “Hush, now, you let me worry over his reaction. I dare say he’ll simply be relieved to see you, and if he isn’t, well, that’s for you two to sort out when you’re up for it, which isn’t now. Up you get. Can you manage it if you hold onto me?”
Sean would have argued the case that he didn’t need any help, had he not felt so rotten. Besides, this was Sandy, and he didn’t have to pretend in front of her. She’d seen him at his worst and by some miracle still wanted to be around him. Loved him even, if the open affection with which she looked at him now was any indication.
He cupped her face in his hands and said the words burning a hole in his gut.
“I love you.”
Sandy gasped, her eyes filling with tears, but she smiled at him.
“So help me, I love you, too, Sir, but, right now we need to get you into bed. Come on.”
Together they somehow managed the laborious trek up the stairs. By the time they reached the guest room, his skin was clammy, and nausea twisted his insides. Fuck this damn head injury and its lingering aftereffects. There was so much he wanted to say to Sandy and Zane, too, when he got here, and his body was letting him down. A soft kiss on his forehead later he slipped into the oblivion of sleep.
****
Sandy watched the even breaths of Sean’s chest for ages. It was unbelievably good to have him home where he belonged. This moment would have been ten times better if Zane had been here, too, and Sean was sleeping in the marital bed, but that wouldn’t be advisable right now. Rhonda had suggested that Sean should
sleep on his own until he had more of a handle on his PTSD.
“After what happened I believe sleep is a trigger for him. It would be safer for everyone if he slept on his own for now.”
Sandy had frowned at that, and Rhonda had put down her glass of wine and hugged Sandy. “I know it sucks. I like to cuddle up to my man, too, but you still have Zane. Pretty sure he won’t mind having his wife in bed to himself at night, eh?”
When Sandy had grunted at that, Rhonda had pulled back and regarded her though narrowed eyes.
“Okay, spill. I sense all is not well in the McLeod marriage.”
Sandy had squirmed under her bestie’s Domme stare and sighed.
“It will pass, I’m sure. He just hasn’t been here a lot. He blames himself and—”
“And he’s being a typical dick of a male and burying himself in work, I bet.” Rhonda had taken a sip of her wine and then refilled Sandy’s glass. “Want me to speak to him?” she’d asked.
Sandy had shaken her head.
“No, this is just something he needs to work out. We need Sean back here, and then we’ll be okay, that’s all. He will come back, won’t he?”
“If he knows what’s good for him, yes.” Rhonda had raised her glass and smiled. “Now, let’s forget about men and just get drunk, shall we?”
And now, Sean was here, and Zane wasn’t. Sandy sighed to herself and moved across the landing to the bedroom she shared with Zane and picked up her mobile. Zane didn’t answer, and she refused to leave him a voice mail. Maybe he was just busy with work, and not ignoring her, but, either way, if he couldn’t be bothered to speak to her then he didn’t deserve to know that Sean was back.
Maybe that made her childish, but right now she didn’t care. With Sean’s essence slowly trickling out of her, she couldn’t regret what they’d done. In the heat of the moment neither one of them had thought about protection. Not that it mattered, anyway. Zane would never have let Sean near her if he’d had any concerns about that side of things.
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