Sexy Little Secrets - A Bedside Companion

by Christina Mascaro

  “Let’s go to the bedroom.” He pointed. Susan giggled, jumping onto the bed and bouncing slightly. She held the whipped cream in her hands as she laid back. The phone rang, and Andy settled himself on his stomach, holding his upper body up on his elbows. He picked it up.

  “Hello?” He sucked in a deep breath, expelling it noisily.

  “Hey, Andy, studying hard?” A girl asked.

  Shit. It’s Erin. God forbid, she could have waited until the morning instead of tonight. He rolled his eyes.

  “Really hard.”

  Susan smiled. “We both know that.” She whispered.

  “Who’s that?” Erin asked.

  “Who?” Andy looked at Susan.

  “In the room with you.”

  “Luke.” Andy smiled. Susan rolled him onto his back, lifting her leg over him, sitting on his waist. “Oomph.” Andy grunted.

  “You okay?” Erin asked.

  “Just a little busy.” Andy said, his voice tense. Susan’s tongue touched his navel as she kissed her way downward. Andy sucked in his breath. “So, how’s Rhode Island?” He asked, pushing Susan off of him.

  “Nice. Get this, my parents set me up. Some kid in management business.” She said tearfully. Andy sat up slightly, sensing that Erin was about to cry. “I tried to tell my parents about you, that I already had a relationship, but they wouldn’t listen, they told me that I need to just try this out and if I don’t like it...” Erin stopped to sniffle.

  “Hey, take it easy Erin, just take it easy, it’ll be okay.” Andy calmed her down, covering up the annoyance that he felt. Susan stretched out next to him, her breasts touching his arm.

  “I tried Andy. I tried faking sick. I tried to talk. Nothing’ll work.” She sighed.

  “I’m sorry. It’s okay though. Go out with the guy if it’ll make your parents happy.” He turned his head, seeing Susan’s body. He looked her over, smiling. Susan dipped her finger in the white cream, smearing it down her cleavage, all the way to the ‘V’ in her legs. It gave a whole new meaning to ‘eating at the Y’.

  Andy could hear Erin’s whining on the phone, but he blocked it out as he crouched down, his tongue gliding from her abdomen to her throat. Susan writhed on the bedspread, moaning. She reached up, her fingers walking lower and lower, until they wrapped around him. Andy gave a choked gasp, his heart ready to beat its way out of his chest.

  “Andy?” Erin asked alarmed.

  “I have to go.” Andy said through gritted teeth. He lay down onto his side, rolling onto his back as Susan ran her cool fingers over his thighs.

  “So, you’re okay that I have to go out with this guy. But don’t worry, I still love you.” Erin said softly, sincerely. Andy closed his eyes, his mind torn. Half of him was senseless, exploding as Susan’s moist mouth teased him. The other half told him he was wrong as he listened to Erin.

  “I love you too. Take care Erin.” Andy whispered, as he hung up the phone. Susan’s nails bit into his flesh, making him jump. “Oh my God, Susan, go away.” He groaned.

  “You don’t really want me to.” She said huskily, touching herself.

  “I’m in love with Erin. I can’t hurt her like this.” He shook his head.

  “If you loved her, you wouldn’t let yourself do this.” She leaned down, rubbing herself against him.

  “I can’t do this.” Andy swallowed hard, his voice wavering. Susan rubbed her pelvis against him.

  “Don’t tell me you can’t.” She giggled, her fingertips tapping his bare appendage.

  “Okay, I shouldn’t.” He shivered.

  “What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her.” She put her hands onto his chest, lowering slightly. Andy’s hands pulled down on her hips. She let out a slow moan, her hands rubbing all over her own body. Susan was still, her body shivering repeatedly. She ceased her movements, feeling Andy’s hands on her back, pulling her downward, pinning her body on top of his.

  His back felt strained as he pushed up with his hips, her body rubbing against his. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out but hard breathing. He kissed it, his mouth working hers. She answered him with a bite on his shoulder. His arms locked around her body as her hips rolled onto him. He could feel her hot breath on his neck. It was heavy, repetitive, and made him feel annoyed.

  He kept pushing upwards with his hips, his back starting to cramp up. Every time he pushed up, Susan pushed back down, flexing her pelvic muscles. Andy strained harder, his teeth clenched. He let go of her, and Susan sat up, her own hands touching herself, her fingers twirling around her nipples. Andy stared in disgust, his mind barely functioning at all. Andy gave up with his conscience, giving in to what Susan was offering. Afterwards, they fell asleep.

  SCOTT AND BREE

  Scott knew it was a long shot, but Paris was supposed to be the city of love, right? Their relationship had been so off and on, but it was his own fault. Bree was a tough girl, who had been let down many times, and he had to admit, he wasn’t used to putting in more effort than the average college guy. But she deserved more, and it was time that he put in a little effort.

  Bree must have been talking to him, because she was asking him what was out the window.

  “Scott?” She inquired, her eyebrows scrunched together, cocking her head slightly. He leaned in close to her.

  “Sorry. I was looking out the window,” he murmured. Bree stared back into his eyes. He had kissed her once on their trip, and all he wanted to do was kiss her over and over again until he couldn’t breathe. The more he thought about it, the shakier he became and the more he could imagine her underneath him whispering passionate thoughts to him. She used to do that when they first met, five years ago.

  His brain was cluttered and idle until she poked him. He looked down at her finger that had hit his breastbone.

  “What are you thinking?” She demanded.

  “I’m thinking about you.”

  She rolled her eyes with exasperation and humored him.

  Steady. Hard. Fast. That’s how it would be again. We were a train wreck in bed when we first met, he thought to himself. What in the hell happened?

  The walk back to the hotel was quiet, and he grabbed her hand, squeezing her cold fingers. The stereotype was true; France was gray and dreary just like the pictures.

  “Why don’t we have sex the way we used to?” He asked, leading her down the hallway to their room. Bree shut the door behind them and hung up her jacket and pushed her shoes off with her heels.

  “I don’t know. We just don’t. We’re just too busy, or always fighting, or, just not turned on I guess,” she shrugged.

  “I want to get back to the way we use to love each other,” he half told her and half asked.

  “Well, I really don’t know what to do about that,” she walked across the room, straightening her things out, her back turned to him. “I wouldn’t even know where or how to start,” she said softly.

  She turned around and he grabbed her face with his hands and pulled her face in close. The attack was so surprising that initially, she didn’t respond at all. His lips dragged over hers, her lips parting when his mouth moved. He searched and tested her lust, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, driving a moan from the back of her throat. It was no gentle kiss, hot and searing, leaving him dumbfounded.

  Scott realized he had wanted to fix this for a long time. Her hands moved to his neck and he paused, overwhelmed by her simple gesture. She nudged and slightly moved against him and he held no inhibitions. Surpassing the wanting stage, he delved into raw need. His right hand conformed to the tight curve of her upper thigh and bottom. His urging was forceful and almost bruising, his kiss hard and intent. He struggled to have them entangled and twisted together, breathing hard.

  All of her fear and embarrassment slowly ebbed and she began to tear up. He kissed her forehead, her temple, and the side of her face until he had reached the base of her neck.

  “Stop,” she gave a soft plea as he kissed her again and again, his hands sliding dow
n her body.

  “No,” he murmured, tilting his head to the side, his lips covering hers. His hands clenched over the backs of her thighs wrenching her close to him. Her warm abdomen pressed tightly against his groin, his hard arousal pressing awaringly against her. She gasped, breaking the kiss, settling against him. He felt himself stir, his mouth savoring the moistness that came from her parted mouth. She let him push her to the bed, and let his body envelope hers. His hands began to peel back her cardigan and push it off her shoulders, pushing it off the side of the bed. Their kisses became more demanding, heavier and hotter, faster and more consuming.

  Scott helped her pull off her shirt and bra, and then unbutton her pants. He pulled his shirt off next, his fingers quickly undoing the front buttons. Now that his clothes were off, he felt even hotter. He kissed her hard again, and felt her hands on his shoulders. She closed her eyes and moaned when his violent kiss slowed to an intimate caress. Instead of bruising and forceful they barely touched her lips; feathery kisses that made her writhe against him. His tongue flicked out and barely touched her lips, his hands grabbing her waist and holding her still. His hands glided upwards to her breasts, and his thumbs gently brushed across her aching core.

  She placed her hands on either side of his head and pulled his face towards hers, taking a hard kiss from him. Scott’s tongue protruded her mouth with a lustful penetration, imitating the oncoming act with accuracy. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get enough of her; he could not devour this new intoxication. She responded to him, rolling against him.

  He slid over her body like a shadow, holding his weight above hers. Relaxed on his elbows he let her take her kiss, then wandered lower to her collarbone. He planted each kiss deliberately and tastefully on her midsection, down to her belly, and close to the junction of her thighs. His mouth gently took in the flesh on the inside of her knee, moving closer to her heat, his tongue flicking over the muscles and skin of the inside of her thighs.

  She sighed, her breath broken, a small sound of ecstasy escaping her lips as he sucked on her abdomen, moving lower and closer to her aching sex. He felt her body tense as his tongue glided over her abdomen. Her stomach clenched and he kissed the corner of her mouth gently.

  “I know what you’re doing—” she replied breathlessly, close to tears once again.

  “And?” he murmured against her lips, kissing her thoroughly.

  “And I want you to stop Scott—” she breathed raggedly.

  “No you don’t,” he put a hand under her backside.

  “Then I want you to finish it—”

  “Finish it?” He smiled suddenly at her choice of words. His smile turned to a grin with his sudden thought. “I’ll never finish this Bree, and I’m not sorry about that,” he thrust into her hard. She cried out, her hips rising to meet his. He sank in deep, his forehead dropping in agonizing pleasure. He rested it against hers, watching her facial expression. There was a look of pain, and then of an easing tranquility. He had to heave a few deep raspy breaths before he could talk.

  “Are you okay?” He breathed against her nose. His chest rose with labored breathing. Her eyes blinked open and she stared at him. Slowly he relaxed against her body, his hand coming to touch the side of her face. She nodded. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked her with an expulsion of breath. He asked the question, but feared the answer. He couldn’t have stopped if the heavens had ordered it. She shook her head.

  He began to move within her, one hand around her pulling her close against him, the other cradling her face. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her body responding to his movement. He was slow and methodical, his rhythm of seduction calculated. She felt hot, heavy, and lethargic and completely sedated. His mouth kissed her jaw line and she let out a small sound.

  “Scott—” she began, losing her train of thought quickly.

  “Uh huh?” he answered in response.

  “I—I can’t—” she stopped, crying out as he plunged into her harder and deeper than before. He could feel her heaving breaths, her lungs expanding and decreasing. He made sure he was slow and deliberate, his heart pounding erratically.

  Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her hands splayed flat across his back, moving lower until they were at his lower back, pulling him closer to her. With every stroke she rose to meet him. He withdrew and sank deep again, and she turned her head to the side, unbearable ecstasy consuming her. He turned her head, his mouth covered hers again and they kissed fervently. He marveled at how hot her mouth was, his hands moving to hold her hips, sliding them down to her thighs, easing her legs up, bending her knees.

  A surge of fear and contained sensations burst in her stomach, making her thighs tingle. He pulled her tightly against him, feeling her tremble as she tightened around him. Throbbing with unbearable release, his rapture peaked and he gave one last thrust and groaned hard, his breathing uneven and ragged.

  She neared bliss then cried out with her ecstasy, pushing her hips up to his. When her tremors had receded he collapsed on her, his forehead resting against her cheek. He rolled onto his side and pulled her against him, tucking the covers around her shoulders. He closed his eyes. He pulled her right leg over his left, placated when she wrapped it around his own, hugging her close.

  “I will not lose you Bree,” he murmured against her forehead, kissing it hard. She didn’t answer. He pushed her head beneath his chin, wrapping his arms around her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, closing her eyes.

  “You won’t lose me,” she whispered against his neck. He didn’t bother to look at her. He fell asleep hearing her words. She blinked, glancing at the clock over his shoulder. Two hours, she told herself. I’ll sleep two hours and leave. Shutting her eyes she slept. For two hours she slept a fitful sleep. And then she awoke feeling stiff and imprisoned by his appendages.

  One of her legs was entangled between his, his arms wrapped around her. As she watched him sleep, no tears streamed down her face, just calm resignation. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, sliding off the bed. She shivered at the cold room, quickly dressing and plating her hair. She checked on Scott one more time and left a note on the pillow. Shutting the door as softly as possible, she began her hunt for a place where she could be alone.

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