Instead, he takes the whip and smacks the other cheek, and I moan. It’s a different kind of sting than the one from his palm, more isolated, less painful, but it leaves my skin feeling warmer.
The next thing I hear is the buzz of the vibrator as he turns it on. He runs the vibrator along my lower back, the vibrations pulsing through me. He moves to my side, continuing to slide the vibrator against my back. He then moves it to my nipple, which hardens in response as he circles it. He slides the vibrator under the lace of my bra, pressing it down on the hard peak. The sensation shoots straight through me to my belly before it slowly spreads to my core.
“Austin,” I moan as my hips buck from side-to-side. I hear him chuckle as he moves back behind me. He reaches between my legs with the vibrator, landing it straight on my throbbing clit. “Please,” I beg, for what I’m not even sure.
“Not yet,” he says, and I pull at my hands, the need to take care of myself great.
He moves my panties to the side, slipping the vibrator in between my lips and coating it with my wetness. My hips move on their own, and he smacks my ass to make me stop. “Not yet, Lauren.” He smoothes his hand over the spot he smacked. “If I stuck my cock into you now, would you be wet for me?”
“Yes,” I groan, closing my eyes to focus on the way the vibrator is rubbing up and down through my slit, the tip hitting my clit with each pass.
“What do you want?” he asks me, teasing me further by pushing just the tip inside my waiting cunt.
“To come,” I tell him, exhaling slowly. “So much.” My arms begin to wobble in their efforts to hold me up. “Please, Austin.”
He pushes the vibrator all the way in, filling me up. My ass pushes back against him, the whip coming down on my ass, delivering a sting that runs straight to my clit. He leaves the vibrator all the way inside of me but turns up the speed, and my eyes roll back, my lids fluttering closed.
I feel him moving around my body to position himself in front of my face. With his boxers riding low on his hips, he taps my cheek and says, “Open.” I immediately comply and take him inside my mouth, twirling my tongue around his head as the salty taste of his pre-cum floods my tongue. I take his head fully inside and bob my head, taking him deeper each time until the base of his cock is in my mouth and the head hits the back of my throat.
He drops the whip and uses both hands to pinch my nipples hard enough for the pain to turn to pleasure as it shoots right to my clit. He fucks my face while the vibrator buzzes inside me. I rotate my hips to get something moving, but he stops me with a smack to my ass. He moves one hand to hold my head in place by my hair at the back of my head, while the other hand holds the whip he brings down on my ass twice with a smack to each cheek. My hands fight against the cuffs now, the need to come so overwhelming I can barely breathe. I attack his cock with a vengeance, as the need to make him come so he can make me come drives me.
“I could fuck your face all night long,” he groans as he brings the whip down on my ass a little harder this time. “Come down your throat,” he moans as his hips thrust forward. “Over and over again.” The vibrator continues working its magic on me, making me wetter than I’ve ever been as my juices run down my thighs.
He pulls his cock out of my mouth, and my arms give out as I fall to my elbows, my ass still in the air. He moves behind me, removing the vibrator from my pussy as it clenches to keep it in place.
I hear crinkling coming from behind me right before the wet vibrator moves from my pussy to my clit, where he uses it to apply pressure to my aching clit. My hips jerk in response, and he smacks my ass again.
“Fuck,” I whimper into my hands. “Please.”
The vibrations stop as he strokes into me in one long, smooth thrust. We both moan loudly as his cock stretches me, my wetness easing the way for him to plant it in me all the way to the root.
“Harder!” I push back against him, and he gives me what I ask for and fucks me harder. The sounds of our skin slapping together echoes throughout the room. My orgasm hovers right there, sparking beneath the surface, on the cusp of breaking free. My hands ball into fists around my sheet as I try not to move forward every time he thrusts himself roughly into me.
“So fucking tight. So fucking wet. So, so fucking hot,” he grits out as he pounds into me even harder and faster. Finally—finally —as I’m right about to come, he smacks my ass, the sting exploding across my skin as the burn lights me up and I come all over his cock. He pumps into me twice more before he follows me and comes with a roar.
Chapter Thirty
AUSTIN
Our bodies press together as our chests heave for a minute, while we both try to catch our breath. I lean over and grab the key from the side table to unlock the cuffs.
Once they are unlocked, I see little red marks where she must have pulled the cuffs. I rub the marks with my thumbs, looking up at her. “Fuck, I didn’t think this would hurt.”
“It didn’t.” She smiles and closes her eyes. “Relax, Austin, you didn’t go all Christian Grey on me. I’m fine.” She laughs while I continue to rub the marks. “Next time, though, it’s my turn to torture you. Did you buy a ball gag by any chance?” Her body shakes with her laughter. She turns herself around and lies down in her bed.
I laugh as I get off the bed to go into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Washing my hands, I return with a warm washcloth. Gently opening her legs, I am about to wipe her when she snatches it from my hand. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I was going to clean you up.” I look at her in confusion. “What’s the big deal?”
“I just…” she starts and then stops. “It’s weird.” she stutters, and I snatch the washcloth back from her and open her legs again.
“You know, I’ve already been intimately acquainted with it. My fingers have felt it, my mouth has tasted it, and my cock has fucked it,” I say as I gently clean her.
“Ok then, when you put it that way, please proceed,” she gives in a little shyly. “Um, is this going to be an everyday thing?” She points between me and her as her voice softens with her question.
“You mean us having hot sex? That would be a yes. I would do that daily.” I throw myself down on the bed next to her.
“And, um, we won’t be doing this with, um, anyone else?” she asks a little nervously.
“Fuck, no. I don’t plan on fucking anyone else, and I sure as hell hope you don’t plan on it, either,” I answer firmly.
“Ok, then. Well, I’m on the shot,” she informs me. “And I haven’t been with anyone since Jake left. I’m clean. I don’t know the protocol on this whole sex-without-a-condom thing or how it works.” She tries to sound casual, but the slight tremor in her voice betrays her nerves. That, and she closes her eyes to avoid my stare.
“I’ve never gone without one,” I say honestly. I’m never with anyone long enough for it to get that serious. “I’m clean, but I got tested recently. You remember, it was during that time you made my balls swell up to the size of an elephant’s.” I try to alleviate her nerves by lightening up the moment with a reminder of our not-so-distant past shenanigans. It works and she snorts at the memory.
“So, maybe”—she gets closer to me and throws her leg over my hip—“we should try it without one to see if it works?”
“If what works? My cock?” I grip her hip with my hand before I slide it up her back to find the hooks to her bra.
“It’s in the front.” She unclips the bra so her tits spring free. Her pink pebbled nipples are begging to be sucked, so I do just that and take one into my mouth.
Her head pushes back further into the pillow as her neck arches. My cock is hard and ready for round two. She lifts her hips, pushing me to my back with her thigh as she follows me over and climbs on top of me. On her knees, bent over my torso, hands planted in the bed at either side of my head, she positions herself on top of my cock, and slowly, so fucking slowly, she lowers herself onto me. I know, in that moment, that this woman was mad
e for me.
Holy fuck, the way her pussy grips me, I feel everything so much more intensely being in her bare. She’s hotter, wetter, tighter than ever, and so much softer than I imagined. I moan at how good it feels.
“We are doing this again. At least twice more before tomorrow.” I thrust up hard as she meets me with a downward thrust of her own.
And that is exactly what we do. After we clean the mess in the kitchen, that is, and I put away all the toys I bought. They’re now in a box in her linen closet, up high under a pile of sheets.
The next day, I walk into work with a lighter step. I woke up with her in my arms. I had her this morning when we woke up and then again in the shower. It’s going to be a good day.
Bruce is there with my messages as soon as I walk in, and I greet him with a smile. I don’t say much more to him.
I get a text from Noah.
So, how did the wooing go? Did she set your balls on fire?
I laugh, thinking of the fire I started cooking.
The wooing was fine, minus me setting fire to dinner. My balls were not involved. Next time, it’s pizza.
I don’t know what you did, but she is in a fine mood, she even brought me coffee. I won’t drink it. Because there is the chance that she may have poisoned it after I told her she had that just-freshly-fucked face.
How have you not been sued for sexual harassment yet?
Your guess is as good as mine.
I laugh at that last text and by the time I look up again, it’s almost six-thirty. I stand up and stretch as my phone rings and I see that it’s Noah.
“What is it?” I say in place of a greeting.
“I’m not making this phone call right now,” he whispers into the phone. “But I thought you should know that Jake the Snake has showed up to talk to Lauren, and she asked Kaleigh and me to take the kids to the park.”
“What park?” I ask, grabbing my jacket and keys, rushing out.
“The park at the corner by her house.”
“Why are you whispering?”
“I’m playing hide-and-seek. Fucking hurry.” He disconnects the phone call.
I run out to my car, not knowing whether I should head straight to Lauren’s or go to the park. My mind says go to the park, so that is where I head first.
I see Rachel running around with Noah chasing after her like a monkey. Parking the car, I head over toward them. Gabe sees me and starts running to me. “Austin, my mom says I can play hockey!” He holds his hand up for a high five. I high five him, then pull him in to hug him, happy that I was able to make this happen for him.
“Asstin, you came to play?” Rachel asks as she runs to me with Noah and Kaleigh following behind her, holding hands and looking at each other.
“I came to see if you guys wanted to go out for ice cream?” I suggest the first thing that comes to mind. “How about we go see if Mom wants to come with us?”
“Ice cream!” Rachel jumps into my arms and surprises me so much I almost drop her.
“Let’s go get Mom.” I walk to my truck, an upgrade from the Porsche I had last week.
I pull into her driveway and see that Jake the Snake’s car is still there.
So, I make the kids walk in first and then follow them in. “Mommy, Asstin came to have ice cream!” Rachel shouts as soon as she gets into the house.
We find them in the kitchen sitting at the table. Lauren sees me, and her eyes light up with a smile to match. “Hey, you,” she says as I walk to her and lean down to kiss her softly.
“Hey. I thought I would surprise you and the kids.” I look at Jake and nod. “But if you’re busy—” I stop talking, because she holds up her hands.
“No, that sounds like a great idea. Jake was just leaving anyway.” She looks at him, giving him a smile that he has to recognize is fake.
Jake slaps the table and gets up. “Yeah, I was just leaving. Gabe, Rachel, come give Dad a hug and kiss!” he calls for them.
They come back into the room and give him hugs and kisses, and he asks if they want to come over that weekend. “I know it’s not my weekend, but I can take them if you guys have plans,” he addresses us both. Lauren has now stood up and is standing next to me, and I’ve got my arm around her shoulder.
“Gabe has hockey on Saturday afternoon,” Lauren says to him, “so maybe after that.”
“I have hockey!” Gabe shouts with glee.
“That’s right, dude. I didn’t get a chance to tell you, but I spoke with Craig and he can start you on Saturday.”
“Yes!” he cheers. “Mom, I’m going to go and tell Jesse.” He runs out of the house.
“Well,” Jake says, “I guess I’ll just be going.”
Rachel runs over and jumps into his arms and kisses his cheek. “Bye, Daddy.”
He says a quick good-bye to both of us and walks out the front door.
Rachel looks at Lauren. “Are we still going for ice cream?”
“Sure, go grab a sweater.” She doesn’t have to ask her twice. Rachel rushes out of the room looking for her sweater.
“Are we going to discuss what happened here?” I look at her, asking about the elephant in the room.
“There really is nothing to discuss. He came crawling back. Telling me how him leaving was a mistake.” She shrugs her shoulders, while my heart stops, my stomach drops.
“What does that mean?” I try not to freak out.
“It means exactly what you think it means. He fucked up. I mean, did it hurt me? Yes. Did I want to go all Beyonce on his ass? Fuck yeah. But it’s over. I’ve moved on.” She comes over to me. “I’m hoping that you are on the same page as me?” She kisses me on my neck.
“We are exactly on the same page. I will say,” I tell her while I look down on her, “he gets a pass for today, because he got fucked over. But”—I push her hair behind her ears—“this is the last pass he gets. Next time, I’m going to tell him exactly where to go fly his kite.” I smile at her. “If you know what I mean.” I kiss her nose, watching her smile.
“I know what you mean. Now, can I have some ice cream?” She puts her hands on her hips. “It’s Thursday, it’s spin class day.”
“Really?” I’m surprised I didn’t know this.
“Really. I take spin classes on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and sometimes on Saturdays. Usually, I drop Gabe off at soccer practice and then hit up the gym where Rachel goes to the play area.”
“Baby, if you want to work out, all you have to do is tell me. You can ride me all night long,” I whisper to her while taking her in my arms.
Her hands curl around my arm while she picks off invisible lint. “Oh, I’m going to ride you all night long”—she moves her hands around my neck, pulling my ear to her lips—“as soon as you buy that ball gag.” I feel the huff of her laughter across my cheek as I turn my face to kiss her lips.
“I found my sweater!” Rachel yells from somewhere in the house, her footsteps coming closer. I wait to see if Lauren will drop her hands, but she doesn’t, so I bask in this second victory tonight. The first being her obviously negative reaction to Jake’s presence there and whatever it was he wanted to talk to her about. “Asstin, can you carry me on your shoulders?” She comes into the kitchen as she tries to pull on her sweater. “Are you strong like Noah?” She pets her sweater.
Lauren puts her hand in front of her mouth to stop the laugh from escaping, while I glare at her. “I’m a thousand times stronger than Noah.” I grab her and toss her in the air and then catch her and flip her upside down while she giggles.
I finally put her on my shoulders, and we start walking toward the ice cream parlor. Gabe sees us walking down the street and runs to catch up to us after saying good-bye to his friend Jesse.
The four of us walk down the street, me holding Lauren’s hand, while Rachel sits on my shoulders, her feet tucked under my arms, and Gabe holds Lauren’s other hand as he talks non-stop about hockey.
We eat the ice cream and then make our way back home,
almost the same way we came, except now Rachel is telling us all about how she needs a cat, because everyone has a cat, everyone .
When we walk back into the house, Lauren starts issuing orders for bath and homework. They both go to their respective rooms, while Lauren looks over at me and says, “I have to do the dishes. Come sit and talk to me.” She walks to the kitchen, rolling up her sleeves as she starts cleaning the dinner dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. I don’t sit on that stool; instead, I get up and move to stand next to her. When I lean my hip against the counter, we start talking about our days. I undo the top button on my dress shirt. “I need to bring over clothes for when I come here after work.”
Her hands stop moving in the water. “Um, is that what you want?” Her eyes avoid me, and I grab her chin with my fingers to bring them to mine.
“I want that very much,” I tell her honestly before I lean forward, kissing her lips. I lick across her bottom lip, and she opens for me to slide my tongue in. I grab her waist to bring her closer to me while my tongue plays with hers. My hands roam to her ass, cupping her to bring her even closer. I almost forget where we are, until I hear Rachel’s voice calling from upstairs. “Mom, the bubbles are finished.” We both groan as our lips separate.
“Coming!” Lauren yells. “Why don’t you sit on the couch and watch television?” She suggests before she walks upstairs. I’m about to go sit down when Gabe comes downstairs with his notebook.
“Austin, can you help me study for my spelling test?”
I toss the remote on the table. “Sure,” I’m surprised at how excited I am that he asked me. “Where do you want to do this?” I look around.
“I’ll just sit on the floor, and you can tell me the words.” He lies down on his stomach, a piece of paper and a pencil in front of him.
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