by Whitley Cox
He dropped his head to my breast and bit down on a tight nipple, pulling hard until I broke with a cry. Another orgasm rolled into the first. Only then did Sam’s rhythm begin to falter and his arms shake. He tucked his mouth in tight next to my neck, bit down hard on my shoulder and came with a hard shudder. I squeezed my muscles around him as he pulsed inside of me, milking him for all he was worth, wanting everything he had to give me and more. His teeth released me, and he kissed the bite before exhaling loud and warm against my skin. I gently ran my fingers down his back to his ass. An ass I’d been admiring from afar for months. His body shook with laughter on top of me before he rolled off and over onto his side. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at me.
“I love you, Harper.”
I swallowed hard, blinking back hot tears. My eyes drifted down to where his cock lay encased in latex against his abdomen. Even at half-mast, he was an impressive specimen. I inched forward and rolled over onto my side to face him.
“I love you too, Sam. Now, can I take the plug out? Or do you have more plans for tonight?”
Quickly, he grabbed a tissue off the nightstand, disposing of the condom. Then he rolled me back onto my back and shimmied down my body until his face was at the juncture of my thighs. “Oh, baby, the night is young. We’re just getting started.” And with that he dove in.
Chapter 16
Sam
I was sitting up in Harper’s bed looking around her room. It was a nice room. On the smaller side, but she’d managed to keep the furniture sparse but tasteful to make the room seem bigger. All the furniture was bright white, done in that new shabby chic style that seemed to be sweeping the nation. And the colors reflected those of the living room, lots of yellows and turquoise and white. It was bright and cheery, just like her. She’d heard a noise from Carly’s room so had ducked out to check on her, as well as turn off the television and grab us some water. My head shook and I smiled. I couldn’t get the image of her bound and moaning on the edge of the bed out of my head. She was just so responsive. And fucking tight, holy hell was she ever tight. My cock stirred beneath the sheet at the thought of her pussy gripping it like a fist. All hot and wet and—
“What’s got you smiling like that?”
I popped my head up from where I’d been staring at the slowly rising tent over my johnson to flash her a big smile. “You.”
She blushed a hard red but hid it with a melodic hum. “Mmm.”
She climbed onto the bed, flashing me a bit of leg through the slit of her baby blue satin thigh-high robe as she kneeled beside me and handed me a glass of water. I thanked her. “I can’t stop myself from smiling when I think about you and … what we just did, either.”
She slipped off the robe and let it fall to the floor before snuggling up next to me.
Taking a sip of my water, I studied her for a moment. Her hair was all mussed up from having been forced against the bed in one fashion or another, her eyes bright but also showing signs of fatigue, and those heart-shaped pouty lips of hers were puffy and a tad bruised. I hoped she had bruises elsewhere, like the inside of her thighs and maybe some red welts or lines on her gorgeous ass.
Her eyes glanced down to where my cock was standing at full attention now beneath the covers.
“Again?” she asked, her eyelids drooping to half-mast.
I put my water glass on her nightstand, took her glass and did the same. She was beneath me in seconds. I smoothed the hair back from her face. “I promised you hard and fast, slow and gentle, then any way you wanted it. Didn’t I?”
That tongue. As it darted out and ran between the seam of her swollen lips, I lunged forward and sucked it into my mouth. I devoured her startled gasp as I kneed her legs apart and ground my erection against her mound. I knew I’d hit her clit when a cry broke free from her lips.
“C-condom,” she stammered as her head tilted back against the pillow and she closed her eyes and thrust up into me.
“Not yet. Slow and gentle, remember? I plan to savor you.” I nuzzled her neck, allowing my mouth to travel languidly around her collarbone and chest, dropping warm, wet kisses over her searing hot skin. It was so soft, she was so soft. Curvy and feminine but also fit and muscular. She was all woman. Dipping my head, I drew a hard nipple into my mouth and sucked.
She inhaled. “Yesssss,” she hissed. “Oh God. Green.”
I chuckled. Such a good little submissive.
Shifting the tight bud to my teeth, I tugged up harder, clamping down just enough to cause a flash of pain to roll through her. She whimpered, but she didn’t tell me to stop. She smelled incredible, like sweat and sex and Harper, just a hint of spiced ginger. I inhaled her scent and released her sensitive nub from my teeth, running my nose up her neck. Her pulse beat quickly. I nipped her earlobe.
“Sam … ” she whispered as she ran her fingernails down my back and gripped my ass cheeks. “What if I don’t want slow and gentle?”
“I told you, whatever you want is next. Save the best for last. But right now I want to take my sweet time with your body. I want to run my tongue over every inch.” My lips drifted across her cheeks, and I pecked her on the nose. Hovering above her, I looked down into her beautiful golden-brown eyes. She blinked up at me in wonder. Smiling, I pecked her nose again. “I’ve been curious to find out if you had anything else pierced.”
A sassy smile caught on her lips, and she dug her nails harder into my ass. I flexed the cheeks, and we both laughed.
“I’ve thought about getting my tongue done, but I chicken out every time they bring out that giant needle. And as far my nipples or the other place,” her eyebrows shot up nearly to her hairline, “yikes!”
I rocked against her clit, and she pushed her hips up to meet me. “I’ve heard a clit piercing can make sex all the more pleasurable.”
Like the bloody Flash, her hand snaked its way between us, and she tugged on my shaft. “You get the head of this sucker pierced and I’ll pierce my clit. Deal?”
I kissed her nose piercing again. “Ah, I think this little stud is just right. No need to go poking holes in things that don’t need them.”
Her giggle was warm against my cheek. “Chicken.”
I pinched her nipple until she squeaked. “I’ll show you who’s a chicken, woman.” I grabbed her by the elbows and hauled her arms over her head, pinning her hands into the pillows with one of mine. I held her there and gazed down. Pink bloomed on her cheeks and hunger swirled in her eyes. One hard kiss on her lips, and I dipped my head again and tugged a nipple into my mouth. Gently, but not without pressure, I scissored my teeth back and forth across her flesh. She sucked in air as she wriggled beneath me. Soft and feminine whimpers escaped her as I continued on with my torture. I kept her in place and worshiped her body with my mouth. Kisses and nibbles, licks and pecks. I raked my teeth across her ribs and under the gentle swell of her breasts until she bowed her back, shut her eyes, clenched her jaw and let out a growl of frustration as her hips pressed up to meet mine. I pulled away, lingering just above her.
“Too slow and gentle for your liking?”
“Yes,” she panted. “Sam … we’ve been cock-blocked so much, don’t waste time. You never know when Carly is going to wake up.”
She had a point. But I didn’t want it to all be over, either.
“Please, sir … fuck me?” She fluttered those damn eyelashes at me like some sexy little schoolgirl, and my cock grew longer and thicker against my stomach. I glanced down between us, and a drop of pre-cum beaded on the head of my dick. She followed my gaze. “Can I lick it off?”
Oh hell yes. Releasing her hands, I pulled her up so she was sitting. I leaned back on my heels and grabbed the base of my shaft.
“Suck it, baby. Suck it hard. I’ve thought of nothing but your lips wrapped around my cock since our phone sex date. I want to feel the real thing.”
With big wide doll eyes, she parted her lips, taking me to the back of her throat. And then she started to h
um.
Humming!
The woman was fucking humming.
Oh dear lord.
My hands moved of their own volition, and my fingers entwined with the short tendrils of her soft hair. I pulled on her scalp, tugging her harder and deeper onto me, loving the vibrations and the way my cock felt in her hot little mouth.
With one hand she stroked me, root to her lips, but she never took me out of her mouth. Never. I was always in that decadent heat. Whether it be the whole seven inches or just the tip, she never let me go. Her other hand came up as she squeezed and tugged on my sac, rolling my aching balls around in her palm, giving them a little yank every now and then just to keep me on my toes.
I was close in a matter of minutes, but I didn’t want it to end. Watching Harper’s head bob up and down in my lap was so damn hot. I’d go to bed every night for the coming week with the image emblazoned on the back of my eyelids. I tapped her head.
“I-I’m close, baby.”
The humming grew louder. She tugged down harder on my scrotum and picked up her pace. When she brought me out and just left in the tip, her tongue darted back and forth over the head before wedging its way into the little hole. Jesus fucking Christ, the woman was a sorceress. Her eyes were closed as she powered forward until I knocked her tonsils, but she didn’t gag, she just kept going. A beautiful lone tear slipped down the side of her cheek, and I wiped it away with my thumb.
“Look at me,” I demanded. I wanted her to watch me come. Even if I shut my eyes and tossed my head back, I wanted her to watch the kind of pleasure she wielded.
Her eyes flashed open, and she looked up at me. Fuck, she was beautiful, and with my cock in her mouth she was goddamn stunning.
“I’m going to come so hard, baby. You sure about this?”
“Mhmm,” she hummed.
Her tongue coiled around my length, and she let me bottom out. I exploded.
It’d been ages since I’d gotten a blow job, but even with the distant memories foggy in my brain, this one took the cake. It wasn’t that her mouth was just that talented, or her diligence endless and her tongue magical, it was those big brown bedroom eyes gazing up at me as I spilled myself inside her mouth and she swallowed me down. The convulsions of her throat swallowing, milking me, only heightened the pleasure. I squeezed my eyes shut, tossed my head back and groaned, pulling on the roots of her hair and bucking into her face. But she took it all. Watched it all.
Seconds later, I opened my eyes and looked down at her. She pulled her mouth from my cock with a hilarious and audible pop, then sat back into the pillows against the headboard.
“That’s what I wanted,” she said with a coy smile. “So now, if you want, we can go slow and gentle. But I’ve wanted you in my mouth for a while now. You got to taste me earlier. It was my turn.”
I fell down onto my hands and prowled up the bed, hovering over her. “Topping from the bottom?”
She shook her head with a cute little eyebrow quirk. “There is no top and bottom here, Forsyth. We’re equals. I want you to teach me how to be a submissive. I want to be that for you. I will submit from time to time, but only in the bedroom. Always know, though, that I’m playing when I do. When I call you ‘sir,’ it’s for fun. But out there,” she pointed toward the living room, “we’re equals.”
When I’d suggested hard and fast, followed by slow and gentle, ending with her choice, I had thought I wouldn’t have another erection in me, and “her choice” would be me sticking my face between her legs. So when she wanted to go down on me first, I’d been a little worried. But that authoritative tone, the conviction in her eyes, the way she held my gaze and told me we were equals, well, fuck if it didn’t turn me on and make me rise to the occasion again. I’d have to buy Gatorade on the way home, but it’d be worth it.
I kissed her nose. It was becoming my thing. Her nose was like a shiny little BeDazzled button. And yes, I knew what a BeDazzler was. Daisy had one when we were kids, and she BeDazzled my favorite jean jacket when I was at school and she was home sick one day.
I nodded. “We’re equals in every way.”
Her head bobbed in a nod of her own. “Damn straight we are.”
I pushed away from her and flopped down onto my front with a loud and dramatic oof. Scooting myself up until I was face to face with her core, I glanced up at her.
She tilted her head to the side and smiled wryly, though the fatigue from a long day and a hard night of fucking couldn’t be mistaken in her eyes. “What’s the plan?”
“I’m going to make you come until you feel like your clit is going to fall off, then I’m going to fuck you slow and gentle, then I’m going to go home and let you sleep. I’ll call you in the morning. Sound good?”
She tucked her arms behind her head, closed her eyes and smiled. “Sounds perfect. You may proceed.”
Shaking my head at the incredible woman before me, I gave her a big smile she couldn’t see and dove in up to my ears.
Sunday morning, I awoke to the sound of some asshole pounding on my front door. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. It said eight-thirty. Ordinarily, a respectable time to get up. But not when I’d spent the majority of the last night and early morning balls-deep inside a fucking sexy-ass woman whose luscious body had conjured the most erotic and filthy dreams imaginable and caused me to have wicked morning wood that I would have otherwise taken care of, if it wasn’t for the asshole knocking at my door. I didn’t even bother with a T-shirt or robe. If it was solicitors, they were going to get a big ol’ tent staring at them, because who in their right fucking mind comes banging on people’s doors on a Sunday morning? I was halfway down the stairs when the memory of me and my soccer team going door-to-door collecting bottles and cans as a fundraiser popped into my head, so I raced back upstairs and grabbed my housecoat. I’d have no problem showing my boner to a vacuum salesman, but a team of ten-year-olds just trying to buy new jerseys for their team, eh, not so much.
I tied the rope tight as I flung open the door.
Fuck!
Fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck fuck! Did I mention fuck? Yeah, fuck!
“Were you sleeping?” she asked, barging into the house, not waiting to be invited, not that I would.
“As a matter of fact, I was,” I said snidely, shutting the door behind her. “What the fuck are you doing here, Meegan?”
“I wanted to talk to you.”
“So call. Text. Email. Write a letter. Send a carrier pigeon. But leave me the fuck alone. I don’t want to see you. What if the kids had been here?”
She rolled her eyes and pushed past me. “I know they’re at your parents. I already tried to go see them, and your dad wouldn’t let me in the house.”
Good.
A trail of mud, water, pine needles and other gross sidewalk sludge followed her as she paced along my hardwood floor in the living room. I glared at the back of her stupid platinum head. “I told you to stay away from them.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, Sam. Give me a break. You can’t keep me from my kids. I’ll get a court order if I have to.”
“Go ahead.” We’d hired lawyers the moment she left and signed over her rights. She didn’t have a leg to stand on. Just like a birth parent giving up custody and putting their child up for adoption, she had no legal claim to Gemma and Landon anymore.
Her chin lifted as she spun around to face me. “I’ve changed, you know.”
“From what I can see, you haven’t.”
She reared back as if I’d delivered the slap to her face I only imagined doing in my mind but would never actually do in real life. “I have,” she said indignantly. “I found myself.”
I decided to bite and see where the hell she was going with this little public service announcement. “Yeah? What does that mean?”
“It means I know who I am now and what I want.”
“And what’s that? What do you want, Meegan? Because it’s always been about what you want.” I couldn’t keep the sneer from my voi
ce if I tried.
“I want to be in my children’s lives.”
“Tough shit. That ship has sailed.”
She shook her head. “My lawyer says it’s not.”
I was in no mood for more and more of this round-about bullshit. I pointed at the door. “Get out. You want to see the kids? Have your lawyer contact my lawyer, and we’ll see what happens.”
Another eye roll. Just as I had expected, the same old Meegan. Twenty-six going on six. “Really, Sam?”
Stalking back to the front door, I heaved it open. A rush of cold air wafted up my robe, and I felt my cock turtle and my nuts re-ascend. “Now.”
A scoff followed by a petulant stomp, and she stalked past me, flipping her hair wildly with a toss of her big bobble head. Because it was a big bobble head. With the amount of weight she’d lost, her head looked enormous. Even in her down North Face jacket, the woman was a waif. Made me happy Harper had curves I could hold on to. Tits that jiggled and an ass and hips that rocked as I pounded her into the mattress.
“Fine,” she snapped, halting on the threshold before turning to face me. “You’ll be hearing from my lawyer.” She turned to go but then spun back around, giving me a steely glare. “The beard is disgusting, by the way.”
Chapter 17
Harper
Sunday morning brought forth a cranky toddler who was up before it was light out, and the sore but gloriously satiated reminder of my sinful night with Sam every time I sat down. I’d checked my ass in the mirror when I had a shower, and sure enough, there were welts plus a couple of bruises. But I preferred to think of them as badges of honor or love brands. He said he loved me. We’d said the L-word.
I was just buttoning up my jeans, a stupid smile on my face as I replayed last night over and over in my head, when there was a knock at the front door.
“I get it!” Carly announced, leaping up off the floor to zoom to the door, beating me to the punch, a dinosaur clutched in each of her tiny fists. I got there first and peered through the peephole. All I saw was a black toque. The person was short.