by Cassie Maria
“Anyways, what do you mean that was your other clue?”
“She’s stuck to us like we’re in middle school and she can’t be separated from her BFF. But she’s fun to be around so it’s not annoying.”
“Do you think you can hook her up with your BFF before homeroom tomorrow?” She mocks in a sarcastic cheerleader voice.
“Mmm I just got a vision of you in a school uniform. We’ll have to play dress up soon.”
“Like high school student and teacher?”
“Hell no I’m not a pedophile, we’ll dress up as teacher and principal,” I whisper as I make my way around the island towards her. “How bad to you want to keep your job Ms. Stevens?” I question while rubbing my thumb over her lower lip.
“Bad,” she whispers while licking my thumb. My hands are making their way into her leggings when I hear the front door open.
“Until later darlin’.”
****
A while later Mia has to drag us kids away from the game to eat dinner. After dinner is consumed and the kitchen is clean, we bully Mia into playing with us. She quickly becomes addicted to the game and I have to drag her away from it at 2am so we can go to bed.
****
Under the covers with her nighttime bra (“I’ve got to keep the girls up” she tells me) and panties on, I enjoy the feel of her butter soft skin. I rest my hand on her hip and nuzzle the back of her neck because once I start touching her I can’t stop.
“Ethan,” she says sleepily.
“You owe me for being nice last night.”
“Later,” she mumbles but it sounds more like ‘ater.
“You can stay asleep, just let me have my night cap.”
I learned last night that she’s less argumentative when she’s sleepy and I plan to use this to my advantage. She quickly rolls to her back so I can move over her body and pull the covers over my head.
I take my time kissing my way down her flat stomach and slowly pull off her lacy boy shorts on my journey to her pussy. I gently push her legs apart and run my nose over her (now my) pussy.
Damn she smells good.
I need a taste so I drag my tongue up her lips and savor the tangy flavor of her. I want to see how wet she is for me so I run the pad of my thumb over her lips before I separate them. I push my thumb into her hole and I can feel her wiggling against it. She is drenched and I can tell by her movements that she is getting impatient.
“Relax,” I say as I place my hand on her stomach to settle her down. I wait until she is completely settled before I move my thumb to her clit and insert a finger in her. I can tell she’s already worked up again when I hear her pull in a shuddering breath as well as push my head closer to her pussy. I have to show her that I’m in charge so I gently pull away.
“Feel good darlin’?”
“Yes.”
“Why are you so wet?” I inquire as I push another finger inside.
“You. Because of you.”
“Because of me?”
“Only for you.”
“Mmm, just for that I’m going to give you an extra treat.” The word treat isn’t the right word for what we shared. I’d say I rocked her world and she rocked my universe.
Chapter Seven
Role Play
Mia
The rest of my week went by uneventfully until Friday night when Ethan comes to my job to hang out until I get off. I’m busy cleaning the bar after last call when I notice a girl running her hands over Ethan’s shoulders. Okay who is this whore and where can I hide her body after I kill her?
I watch them converse as he gently removes her hands from his shoulders and point at me. The whore has the nerve to roll her eyes at me and flip me off before sauntering away. I continue to get the bar ready for tomorrow and remind myself to ask him about the whore later.
****
“Did you see that girl touch me?” he asks once we make it to my bedroom.
“Yeah who was she?”
“Some random girl who wanted to leave with me.” My hand tightens on my hairbrush but I smile stiffly in an attempt to not seem jealous.
“What did you say to her?”
“I told her my fiancé wouldn’t appreciate her trying to have sex with me. Then she tried to convince me to sample her blowjob but I told her she’d never get within three miles of my dick. She got pissed and gave you the finger.”
“You called me your fiancé?”
“Yeah, so?”
“We’ve only been together a week.”
“When you know, you know.”
“Is that right?”
“Mmmhmm, but right now I want to talk about how sexy you look jealous,” he says as he takes the hairbrush out of my hand and presses his body against mine.
“I wasn’t jealous.” He gives me a knowing look and I know I have to distract him or I’ll never live this down. “We never did get to role play,” I say to his lips as I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Well I have been a good boy all week.”
“Yes you have, now sit in the recliner and get ready for a well earned blowjob.”
I watch him swallow as he sits down anxiously awaiting his reward.
****
I walk into my closet and grab my black shirtdress with tan colored rope belt and shoes and head to the bathroom to get dressed.
Inside the bathroom I pull on my dress (sans underwear) and leave a few buttons open to reveal tons of cleavage. I then put on my four-inch nude stiletto heels, pull my hair into a ponytail, touch up my soft pink lip-gloss, refresh my mascara, and put on my glasses.
I open the door to see Ethan has dimmed the lights and is sitting on the edge of his seat. I slowly sashay my way to him and lean over to kiss him softly. I run my fingers through his hair as my lips move to his jaw and make their way to his neck.
“I really need this job Mr. Grant.”
“What are you willing to do to keep it?”
“What ever I need to.”
“How good are you at blowjobs?”
“I’m the best.”
“Then get to work.”
I get on my knees in front of him and unfasten his pants. When I have his pants unzipped I run my fingers over the length of him.
“What do you have for me Mr. Grant?”
“Why don’t you see for yourself Ms. Stevens?”
I can feel some wetness at the tip of his junk, so I rub it over the head as a lubricant. I pull my hands out of his pants and hook my fingers into the belt loops of his pants and quickly pull them down. His underwear goes down with the pants, which causes his junk to hit me in the face when it springs free.
My fingers attempt to wrap around the rod that feels softer than cashmere but its too thick. I look up at Ethan to see him smiling at my effort before my tongue snakes out to lightly lick the head. I hear him struggle to breathe and continue to tease him with my tongue.
“Stop teasing me or you’re fired!”
I decide to have mercy on him and take the entire head into my mouth and I get wet when I hear him groan. I continue to inch my way down his junk as my hand works the lower half and his groans get increasingly louder the deeper I take him in. When his junk hits the back of my throat I relax my throat and pull him in even deeper.
At this point Ethan must have gotten tired of my slow strokes because he tangles his fingers in my hair and makes me move faster. When he’s close to popping, he starts to slow my strokes and encourages me to deep throat him.
He removes my hair from my ponytail holder so his fingers can get a firmer grip. I feel his junk swell in my mouth before he commands me to get ready. He shoves his junk down my throat and I feel his hot cum spill down my throat.
I barely swallow him down before I’m yanked off of my knees and thrown onto the bed. I have no time to react before I’m flipped onto my stomach and he dons a condom. He slams into me and feeling him so deep inside of me causes me to scream out in pleasure.
His weight pushes my body into the bed as his hips push
my orgasm closer to the edge. He’s pumping into me like a mad man and I’m pushing back into him like my life depends on this orgasm.
I’m crazy close to coming when I feel his thumb push into my rectum and I free fall over the edge. I’m still coming when I hear him explode too.
I have never cum that hard!
Never!
I’m too tired to move and I’m completely grateful when I feel Ethan clean me up with a warm washcloth. I sigh in contentment when he pulls off my dress and shoes and pulls the covers over us.
“If those are the rewards I get, I’ll be a good boy every day.” I hear as I fall asleep.
****
When I wake up the next morning Ethan is already at work and I have nothing to do. Ava stayed out and Ethan isn’t here to make breakfast so I go for a jog, clean the house, shower, and get ready for my shift at Ice.
****
My night is goin fine until I hear “Angel” yelled from nearby. I close my eyes and curse whoever told Noah where to find me. I open my eyes and help other customers before going to see what he wants.
“Why are you here Noah?”
“I heard you were here and I haven’t heard from you since that night.” I know he’s waiting for me to defend myself but all I do is stare at him. “I miss you baby,” he says as he runs his fingers down my forearm. I take my hands off of the bar and slip into bitch mode.
“I don’t miss you.”
“You did a few weeks ago.”
“I was drunk and you know it! There is no reason why I would normally allow you to touch me.”
“Baby I said I was sorry.”
“I heard you the first time, and stop calling me baby.”
“You will never stop being my baby.”
I huff loudly as I run my palm across my forehead (a clear indication that I am aggravated and quickly advancing to being pissed). Noah can read me like a book and backs off immediately.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, I just miss my girl.”
“Do you want something to drink?”
“No, I just wanted to see you. I’ll be in touch Angel,” he says before walking away.
I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths before moving on to my next customer. After sleeping with him weeks ago I promised myself that I wouldn’t allow him to get to me anymore, and I’ll be damned if I break that promise.
I debate telling Ethan about Noah but decided against it. If I want him to stay in my past I have to leave him there. Right?
I consider this conundrum as I move from customer to customer for the remainder of my shift. By the time I’m in my car I’m seriously doubting my decision to remain silent about Noah. What if Ethan finds out and thinks I purposely lied to him? After all an omission is the same as a lie. What are the chances that they’ll ever cross paths? Shit with Noah popping up, there’s a huge chance of that happening. Okay I’ll tell him but not until it feels right. I drive home content with my decision and mentally count down the days until I get to see Ethan again.
Chapter Eight
An Omission Is A Lie
Ethan and I easily fall into a rhythm of sorts. During the week we text on our breaks and talk before going to bed, on Wednesdays we synchronize our dinner breaks so that we can eat together at The Grill, at the end of my shift on Fridays he has a beer at the bar before taking me home, and we spend most of the day together on Saturdays. He will occasionally meet me at home on Saturday night but after breakfast on Sunday I don’t see him again until Wednesday.
****
Four weeks later…Friday
Ethan and I barely step out of The Grill when Noah blocks our path to the car. Shit I haven’t told Ethan about him yet! I knew this would come back to bite me. I squeeze his hand hard to gain his attention but before he can look at me Noah begins his tirade.
“So is this why you don’t have time for me?” Noah asks.
I look at Ethan in time to see him lean his head to the side and raise his brow in confusion. “Excuse me?”
“I’m talking to Angel.”
Ethan looks at me out of the corner of his eye but says nothing. He starts walking us towards the car again but Noah isn’t having it. “So now you’re going to play me like you don’t know me?” Ethan’s hand gets tighter around mine as his eyes casually take in Noah. Uh oh. I have learned that this means he’s on the verge of being seriously pissed off.
“Just because she flirts with you doesn’t mean she knows you. Wake up, she does that shit with every dude in there to get bigger tips.” Noah finally takes his eyes off of me and takes in Ethan.
“Oh she knows me and my dick well,” he says while adjusting himself. I feel Ethan lurch forward but I quickly step in front of him.
“Ignore him Ethan,” I whisper desperate for this to be over. Noah hears my whisper and yanks me towards him.
“Ignore me? Ignore me?! Ignore the fact that your panties and shoes are still under my bed!”
Ethan yanks me back towards him and pushes Noah back a few feet. “Don’t ever touch her!”
“I can touch my girl anytime I want!”
“Do you know him?” Ethan asks me through clenched teeth while never taking his eyes off of Noah.
“Who is this clown Angel?”
Uh oh this is about to get bad. I look towards the entrance of the bar hoping to catch D or Tim lurking around.
“Who wants to know?”
“The man who has her heart. You wonder why it’s so hard to break down that wall around her heart? You wonder why it’s so hard for you to get in? It’s because I’m still tattooed all over that,” Noah says pointing at me. “So again, who are you?”
Ethan steps so close to Noah that I’m sure he can smell the beer on Ethan’s breath. “Who am I? I’m the man that won. I saw that wall and kicked right through that shit. You may have been tattooed on her but the tattoo was done in henna and the more I touch her the more you disappear. You think you got her? You don’t. See your problem is that you never understood who she is. You tried to clutch her any way you could and you lost her because you stifled her. How can you catch the wind in your hands?”
Did he just compare me to the wind? I turn my attention to Ethan because I don’t want to miss one word.
“The wind can shift from hot to cold, soft to loud, or from soothing to wild and uncomfortable for no reason at all. When she’s pissed she’s loud and pushes you away but I don’t let her. That is the difference between us. If you appreciated her then you would still have her but since you don’t, respect the man she is with and back off.”
Noah is staring at Ethan like he wants to hit him but all he does is stare at him with his mouth pinched tight. I have to cover my mouth because I am laughing so hard. I have never seen Noah speechless and I love that stupid look he has on his face.
Ethan tightens his hold my hand and casually walks around Noah to the car. When I notice Noah watching me I smile smugly at him before he stalks away. My smile immediately falls when Ethan gets into the car and stares at me.
“I know I should’ve told you about him.” He nods then proceeds to drive me home. When we reach my bedroom he sits in my recliner and silently watches me get ready to take a shower.
****
Ethan
“Talk.”
“I’m not some dog, don’t speak to me that way.”
I know that she’s trying to bait me with an argument so I ignore it and remain focused.
“Seriously Mia, talk.” I watch as she flinches when I call her Mia instead of darlin’. She nervously watches me for a few moments before sitting on the edge of her bed.
“That was Noah, my ex. We were high school sweethearts and went off to college together. He cheated on me constantly and I only found out because he burned me. I was devastated; I mean my boyfriend of five years could have killed me because he’s greedy. We broke up after that and stayed apart for a few months but he was my first love and I missed him so I decided to give him another chance. When we got bac
k together I made sure that we used condoms every time and I got tested every three months. A year went by before a girl showed up to his dorm room demanding money for a trip to the abortion clinic.”
She moves her eyes to her feet and takes a deep breath before continuing. “You know the saying, fool me once...” She pauses for a moment then continues speaking. “If I wasn’t Noah’s girlfriend then who was I? I hated him and I hated the person I had become. So I transferred schools and didn’t speak to him for several years. I ran into him a few weeks before I met you and we slept together. I hate that I slept with him and he knows that if I weren’t drunk then it never would’ve happened. We used protection but I got tested anyway. I got tested twice before sleeping with you and once afterwards. I’m not in love with him anymore but he refuses to let me go.”
When she stops talking her eyes find mine and she looks embarrassed. I need time to process all of this but I can’t do that here. I need time alone to think. I run my hands over my face in frustration and walk over to her.
“I wish you would’ve told me before he ambushed us. It makes me wonder if you were ever going to tell me.” I kiss her on the forehead before heading out of the bedroom.
“You’re leaving?”
“Yeah, I need time to digest all of this. I’ll call you sometime this week.”
****
Saturday
I just fell asleep two hours ago but the smell of coffee has convinced me that I’ve slept long enough. I’m halfway to the shower before my sleep-deprived mind realizes that Ava doesn’t drink coffee.
That can only mean one thing! I throw open my bedroom door and race downstairs like its Christmas morning.
A huge smile appears on my face when I spot Ethan on the couch drinking coffee. When he spots me he winks and pats the seat next to him. On the coffee table are two warm blueberry muffins with butter and an iced coffee.
He has just enough time to put down his coffee before I impulsively throw myself on his lap and wrap my arms around his neck.
“I’m so sorry babe,” I tell his neck
“I know,” he replies softly as he soothingly rubs my back. “Is he the reason why you didn’t want to date me?”