by Maggie Marr
“Fuck, babe, fuck.”
She slipped me from her lips. “Please, Webber.”
I lay back on my bed and she turned her body. Her pussy over my mouth, she grasped my cock with both hands. Her lips slid around Big Boy. Down and up, down and up. I opened her legs over my face and grasped both her hips. The scent of her arousal nearly drove me over the edge. I thrust my tongue deep into her pussy.
She stopped sucking me. Her body frozen with pleasure. She released me from her lips. “Oh my God, Webber.”
Fuck yes. I speared my tongue in and out of her body and moved one hand to her clit and rolled my fingers over her. She panted and then finally clasped my cock again with her mouth. Sensory overload. My body was nearly paralyzed by pleasure. I moved my tongue to her slit. Her clit now between my lips, I rolled my tongue over her sensitive spot. Her mouth slid up and down.
There wasn’t much control left; I was nearly lost. I pulsed my fingers into her body and her muscles clasped around me.
“Webber, I’m going to come,” she panted.
The heat in my balls was impossible to contain, and the muscles in my back tightened as she took me all the way into her hot mouth, all the way to the base of my cock. Fuck! I couldn’t…I couldn’t hold on. My body bucked up, and in that moment her lips tightened around me and my tongue fondled her clit, sucking. Heat tore through my balls and up my shaft and out into her mouth. Her lips pulled hard and sucked, and damn, she pulled me deeper into her mouth.
Her body trembled and the heat consumed us both.
Ellen
Trembles tore through my body. I rolled off Webber and pressed my hands to my cheeks. Never. Oh my God, never had I felt that depth of pleasure. He turned his body and pulled me close, his arms a circle around me. He kissed my forehead.
“What the hell was that? Fucking amazing.”
Speechless. I couldn’t even form words. My entire body thrilled to his. Our bodies molded together like I was built for him. Both his arms closed around me. My face flamed. So intimate. This moment was more intimate than I’d ever been with a man.
He tilted my face up to his. No words. Webber was without words but instead had a deep sincerity in his gaze. His lips were on mine and that kiss, that one kiss, told me more than he could have ever said. That kiss eased away my anxiety, my tension, my fear over what Webber thought of me in this moment. Because he thought what I thought, he knew that this, what had happened between us, was fucking amazing, and he hadn’t ever experienced anything like it either.
His kiss was warm and my hand drifted to his hip.
Big Boy stirred.
I pulled away. “That’s a pretty amazing refractory period you’ve got there, Webber.”
“Babe, it’s you. That immediate response is all about you.”
He kissed me and his kiss was more insistent. I reached my hands between us and stroked Big Boy. Up and down and back up. Big Boy was hard.
“Babe, you’re killing me.” Webber pressed me onto my back and his kisses trailed down over my belly. Then his head was again between my thighs and he pressed his lips to my clit, a gentle kiss. Still hot, still ready, still wet, I weaved my hands through his hair and pulled him up and over my body.
“I want you now.” I thrust my hips up and my wet sex trailed along Big Boy.
“Babe, there is no way I’m saying no to that.” He rolled toward his nightstand and with one hand grabbed a condom out of the top drawer. With a crackle of foil, he opened the square and I took the wrapper and unrolled the condom over Big Boy.
He turned his body to me, his cock between us. Webber’s gaze caught with mine. He was above me, his cock at my entrance. Hot and hard and full of heat, he pressed forward, the head of him thick. I clasped his shoulders. I knew how this worked, I’d studied anatomy for years, and yet a tiny bit of fear coiled in my gut. With the tip of his cock in my body. I tightened around him. Webber stopped.
“Babe, you’re…” His eyes widened. “You’ve never done this before.”
I dug my nails into his ass. This wasn’t the time for him to stop. I tilted my hips and pressed up, taking more of Big Boy inside me.
“Babe…” Webber’s mouth dropped open and his breath was shallow. “Babe—”
Again I raised my body, wanting him, wanting this.
“I want you, Webber. Please. I want you.”
His body took over, and with a slow, steady push, he was in me, my body accepting every hard inch of him.
Heat seared my flesh. Webber’s gaze locked with mine. “Ellen, babe, are you okay?” He stroked back out, his gaze filled with hunger, want, need, and yet softness too. I nodded.
“Ellen, babe, babe…”
His words trailed away and he placed a featherlight kiss to the tip of my nose. My hips pushed. Tendrils of pain disappeared and left the searing edge of pleasure, the need for more. He stroked in and then out a hard, slow motion. I wanted him to thrust harder, faster. I wanted more.
“Faster,” I gasped and clenched his ass. “Harder.”
Webber’s eyes darkened. “Whatever you need, Ellen. Whatever you want.” He pulled back and thrust forward, a hard deep thrust, and my entire body turned to hot, liquid fire.
I clasped my arms around him. He pulled back slow and steady, and a whimper escaped my lips. The want, the desire, the need for Webber to be in me was so complete, so overwhelming.
He thrust hard and fast into me. My legs came up and clasped his body. I danced on the precipice of an immense pleasure, ready to tumble over the edge. My body tightened, my pussy clenching around his strength, his maleness. His lips pressed to my neck. A long slow pull from my body. He was over me and his finger stroked my clit, the pleasure like stars sparkling over my skin.
“Webber, I’m going to come. Oh my God, I’m going to come.”
With a sudden burst, he thrust deep into my body. My arms, my legs, everything tightened around him. My hips tilted to meet his every stroke, the world dropping away in a wave of pleasure. His body tightened and held above me, just at the edge, and we fell together.
Chapter 17
Ellen
“I wish you would have told me.”
“What’s to tell? I study all the time.”
Webber’s gaze locked with mine. His eyes held questions that I didn’t want to answer. Why him? Why now? Why not before with someone else?
I shifted my head on the pillow. His look was too intense. Did I even have the answers to Webber’s questions?
“I’ve spent most my life in a library or buried in a book.” I looked back into those blue eyes. “I never wanted anyone like this before.”
Heat flamed my cheeks. Emotional vulnerability wasn’t something I was good at, nor did I really want to start tonight. I pushed my palms into the mattress to get out of Webber’s bed.
“Hey.” Webber tightened his arm around me. “No way, chica. No can do. You don’t get to run away when I ask you a question. Nope. No likey.”
I smiled. How could I remain irritated with a guy who always made me laugh?
“Really, Ellen, can’t spring that on a guy and expect him not to ask, right? I mean, you are one smokin’ hot mama. Definitely not what I’d expected.”
I settled in beside Webber and turned to him. “Okay, here’s the thing. My life has been dedicated to one goal, becoming a surgeon.” I glanced up through my eyelashes at him.
“Comprende,” Webber said and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“So I never dated enough or got serious enough with anyone to…you know, want to be this intimate.”
“High school? College?”
I shook my head. “Nope. No boys, just books.”
“Got it.” His lips now pressed to the tip of my nose. “Gotta say, babe, it’s every man’s fantasy. You know that, right?”
“Come on, Webber.”
“No, really. Like being the first guy on the moon. No one forgets Armstrong’s name, but the second guy? Do you remember the second guy’s name?�
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I shook my head.
“Me neither.”
A smile split my face. Webber. Damn, he said all the things most people were simply too embarrassed to say, but he said them with such honesty and with no meanness behind the words. You couldn’t help but love his directness. I loved that about him. Just absolutely loved Webber.
Loved Webber?
My heart stutter-stepped. No, no, no, no.
He tightened his arm around me and pulled me closer.
“Babe, I don’t want to be your one-night wonder. Okay? I want—”
“Webber, I can’t do the girlfriend-boyfriend thing right now. I can’t—”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, babe. No worries okay?” He looked into my eyes. “I’m not asking you and Drummond to move in to Casa de Connor, okay? I’m just saying that you, me, this means more to me than just one night. I don’t want just one night with you. I want more.”
My heart thumped. Heat coiled in my belly, but fear trailed a thin line through my core. What did more mean? Could I do more? Did I want more with Webber, with anyone? Wasn’t more what Mama had given Daddy her whole life?
In Webber’s eyes there was an honesty and a sincerity. He wouldn’t lie to me. He wouldn’t pretend to want something if he didn’t. Somehow I knew I could trust him.
“Okay,” I said softly.
“So you’ll stay here tonight. No late-night scurrying across town with your undies in your purse, okay?”
“I need to be at the hospital early tomorrow morning.”
“No worries, babe. So do I.”
“What? Why do you need to be at the hospital?”
“You know that pretty lady in the pictures on the wall? The one with the dorky-looking kid sitting on her lap?”
“You weren’t dorky-looking.”
“I must be really good in the sack if you don’t think I was a goofy-looking little kid, because my mom, before she lost her marbles, even she thought I looked goofy.”
I pressed my lips to Webber’s nose. “I think you were cute.” A soft smile from Webber greeted my words. “What’s up with your mom?”
“Socked her caregiver in the jaw. Helluva a left hook that mom of mine. They needed to stabilize her, and there are tests and decisions.” Webber pulled at his hair. The look of worry didn’t fit his features. Webber was usually cool, even in the midst of a crisis, but right now, this moment, he looked like a little boy who, well, was going to have to figure out how to take care of his mom.
I touched his cheek. “Webber, I’m sorry.”
“So am I, babe. Don’t want to put her in one of those homes where you just simmer until your brain is soup. Not where I want Mom to go. But if she’s taking out caregivers like she’s Ronda Rousey, I don’t know what else to do.”
I pressed my lips to Webber’s. “She’s lucky to have you as a son. You know I’ll help any way that I can, right Webber? You know that?”
A tiny smile flitted over his mouth but didn’t reach his eyes. Now that I thought about it, Webber never asked for help. He was always the guy taking care of his friends’ problems or his clients’ problems, but who helped him?
“Babe, knowing that I have a shot to see you and spend some time with you, that is mucho-helpo.”
His hand drifted over my hip and toward my sex. With a tiny slip of his fingers, he a trailed slow circle over my clit. A gasp passed over my lips.
“Plus…” His voice was raspy now, thickening with want. “What better way to take our minds off our problems, right babe?”
I nodded and my hips rolled while his fingertip stroked me.
“Who needs sleep?” he whispered and pressed his lips to mine.
His fingers slipped inside me. My body rocked to the gentle rhythm of his touch.
“Right,” I whispered and clasped my arms around his neck.
Who needed sleep when there was so much pleasure?
Chapter 18
Webber
The morning came too fucking early. A shower, eggs, coffee, minimal words, and we were out the door and on our way to Ellen’s so she could change and we could carpool to the hospital. Gravel scrubbed across the underside of my eyelids, but the pleasure of Ellen was worth the fatigue. So damn worth it. Even after our shower together (Hoorah!), her scent lingered on my skin. I slid my gaze across the space of the Porsche. Damn. Hotty McHot-a-lot, this woman was off the charts. And she was mine…for now. I pulled into the parking garage and slid into a space near the elevator.
“How long are you here for?”
“Don’t know. Check in with Dr. Minkey, see how Mom is, find out if she’s going home today.”
“Home? She’s going back home?”
My heart jolted with Ellen’s words. “I want her at home, Ellen, not locked up in an institution.” I pressed the elevator button and we walked on.
“I get it, Webber.” She slid in beside me and we leaned against the elevator’s back wall. “But at some point a specialized care facility might be what she needs.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Well, she doesn’t need that today. What she needs is home and some rest. Maybe if I spent more time with her, the downhill wouldn’t be so fast.”
“You can’t blame yourself for this.”
“Oh yes I can. Babe, I can totally hammer myself with guilt and self-loathing where Mamacita is concerned. With the hours I work? I pop by only three, four times a week.”
“Her decline is not your fault.”
I zipped my lips. While technically Ellen might be right, the pressure in my chest informed me that I should be doing more for my mom.
“Want some company tonight?” Ellen asked.
Wowza. That was a surprise. I’d been certain I’d have to do more chasing than this. I turned to Miss Babe-a-licious standing by my side. “If it’s you, I’m totally in.”
I leaned over and pressed my lips to hers. Heat in the morning. Wished the elevator would stop between floors. The elevator slowed and I grudgingly pulled my lips from hers.
“I won’t be done before seven, and I want to stop by and see Daddy. How about we go to my place tonight?”
“Seriously?”
“Why not?”
“Just figure you’d be pumping the brakes with me. Wasn’t certain what you were thinking.”
She turned to me and pressed her body against mine.
“What I was thinking was how much I enjoyed last night and how I’d like for you to stay at my house tonight.”
Dayum! My day was made aside from the whole my mom was losing her mind thing. “Agnes?”
“Of course. Drummond would like to have a sleepover buddy too.”
The elevator chimed and the doors slid open.
“Good morning, Miss Legend.”
Ellen stiffened and stepped away from my arms.
“Dr. Kazowski.”
The doc I’d met when Dillon and I came to visit one of the kids on the cancer floor stood before us, all ramrod spine and steely eyes. She turned to face the front of the elevator doors.
“Kazowski, the disease?” I mouthed to Ellen.
She elbowed me in the ribs. Two silent floors later, the elevator door dinged again.
“That’s me.” I whispered, “See you later,” to Ellen and slid out the door.
*
Two hours later I watched Mom eat an oatmeal cookie. Her eyes held no glimmer of recognition.
“You’re such a nice boy to bring me a cookie.”
Shredded. Each time I saw her, my heart shredded a little bit more. I loved Mom and I knew she loved me, and yet she had no idea who I was.
“I heard you like oatmeal.”
“Much better than the chocolate,” she said and broke off another tiny bit from the cookie. She watched me as she chewed, her eyes taking in my every feature. Her hand reached out to my face and gently cupped my cheek.
My heart stumbled in my chest.
A worried look filtered through Mom’s eyes. “I know I should recognize you, b
ut I don’t know who you are.”
Tears. Fuck. The burning sensation in my eyes. I blinked them back and swallowed the lump in my throat. “Don’t you worry about how you know me. Just know I bring you the best oatmeal cookies in town.”
A giggle escaped her lips.
Yeah buddy. At least I was worth some joy and a laugh. I could live with that, couldn’t I?
“Such a nice boy,” she said and took another nibble. “And so handsome.”
“I take after my mom,” I said and clasped my palm over her hand. No use arguing, no use trying to explain to her who I was. The neurons that housed that connection had snapped long, long ago.
“Webber?”
I turned and Doctor Minkey stood just inside the doorway.
“Good morning, Louise, how’s that cookie?”
“Oh so good,” she said and took another bite. “Do you know who brought it to me?”
Deep breath. Yep, the miniscule connections we made didn’t last but a second. Every memory lost to that damn asshole of a disease.
“I’m going to talk to the doctor,” I said and stood.
She nodded and turned her attention to the last half of her cookie. Doctor Minkey stood in the doorway. We let the door close behind us, but I could still see Mom through the glass.
“She’s stable,” Dr. Minkey said. “There’s nothing new in the tests. Yesterday was just a very bad day.” She leaned in closer to me. “Webber, you know from what we’ve discussed the bad days are going to increase.”
I scrubbed my hand across my jaw and nodded. My gaze flitted to Mom. She smiled and waved to me, her hand floppy, like a toddler might wave.
Rip my heart out. Why? Who knew? There was no reasonable explanation as to why Mom’s memories had flown the nest. They simply had and they weren’t returning.
“I know.” Deep breath. “Marisol wants to come back. I’ve added another two caregivers so she’s not there as much. Maybe mix it up.”
“Right,” Dr. Minkey said. “Change can be good, but it can also be disconcerting. You’ll want to watch closely while you add new people into the mix.” She tapped her tablet screen. “I’m sending you some links. Places I think might be right for your Mom—”