by Mia Moore
She pushed him hard. He landed on the edge of the bed, his eyes wide with surprise. Never before had she been the aggressor when it came to sex. It was new. There was a red hot sizzle of lust deep in her core, spilling out in waves of torrid wetness.
She hoisted the hem of her skirt high around her waist and stripped her panties off. In a flash, her fingers ripped at the crotch of his pants, tugging his thick shaft from the folds. It was long, spear-like in the curve of the knob, narrowing to a point.
She climbed onto the bed, straddled his hips with her strong thighs, gripping his cock, pulling it through her slippery folds until it rested against her opening. His breath was fast hard pants through parted lips, his dark eyes smoldering, feasting on the sight of her perfect womanhood. His hips jerked upward forcing the tip of his cock inside.
Her muscles contracted, from her asshole to the very depths of her cunt and she rose higher, allowing only his knob inside her flesh. Watching his eyes drift shut, her hips swirling in a slow circle, his cock pulled and pushed, trapped in the hot vice of her pussy...oh God, what a rush! To take control, directing the pace and depth. Using his body to engorge and satiate her own lust.
He moaned. His eyes were closed, his world centered on the exquisite torment in his cock.
Her muscles quivered, straining on his hard flesh. Claire’s face flitted in her mind. Her words, the human body, a temple of pleasure. Yes. Her pussy was slick and hot, craving all of the rock hard shaft. But still she rode softly with just the thickness of the pulpy head inside her.
His hands clasped her thighs, grazing upward till his fingers touched her full pussy lips. He pulled them apart. His head rose from the bed and his eyes focused there, watching his shaft about to impale her flesh. “Oh fuck, Brie. That’s hot.”
She gasped. His finger toyed and teased her clit. Waves of lust spread through her pussy. She was so close...but not yet, she wouldn’t take all of his cock till then.
His hips jerked upward, sending half of the thick rod inside. She started to rise higher but couldn’t. It felt to good. His finger whirred on her bud of lust. She reached behind her, cupped and rolled his tight balls for a moment. Then lower, pressing the hard ridge of flesh behind.
“Fuck...oh yeah!” His eyes were narrow, the pleasure her fingers caused plain to see.
The first orgasm gripped deep in her cunt. She fell onto his shaft, swallowed every pulsing inch, her eyes closed lost in ecstasy. Of fuck, the fullness, his cock so deep and thick. Her hips rocked back and forth, riding him with wild abandon. This was it, the primal all, their joining, bodies one, lust connecting their souls.
Harder, their fingernails tearing into one another’s flesh, they rode the crest. Her breasts were heavy, bouncing with the fury of their passion.
“FUCK! Oh God, yes, oh God.” She collapsed forward, falling onto his chest and into his arms. Her lips pressed the hot dampness of his throat. There was a final pulse deep inside and he sighed.
“Jesus Brie. I thought the first time was hot but that was...” He puffed a sigh, into her hair. “Incredible.” His fingertips traced the ridges of her spine, sending shivers through her back. “I may never let you leave.”
She lifted her head and with a small smile, she kissed the tip of his nose. “I don’t want to.” She kissed it again. “Not for a while at least.”
Chapter 13
“There’s nothing sexier than seeing my woman in my shirt.” Liam was behind her, his hands stroking her tummy while he whispered in her ear.
Her head fell to the side, eyes closed willing more of his kisses as she rinsed lettuce for their salad. “That’s what I am? Your woman?”
He snuggled his body against her, hands tugging the cotton shirt higher. The hardness of his cock pressing into her buttock. “For sure.” His breath was hot against the folds of her ear.
“Liam. If you keep doing that I won’t be able to make dinner.” His fingers inched down over the small swell of her tummy. She exhaled slowly, bending at the waist, wiggling her ass against his groin. His finger slid through her slit, pausing to stroke her bud of pleasure. She inhaled sharply, holding the breath deep in her lungs as he continued to caress her pussy.
The lettuce fell into the sink with a thud as she surrendered to him. It had only been an hour before that they’d came like wild animals in his bed. But standing before him, naked except for the smooth light fabric, the exquisite teasing of his hands made her knees tremble.
She rose to the tips of her toes, tilting her pelvis higher, rolling her hips, seductive as any cat in heat. Her voice was a soft rumble in her throat, “Put it in me Liam. I need your hot cock deep in my cunt.” The words tumbled out, uncensored, a sexy woman speaking her desire. Words, that Claire had encouraged her to say in what seemed like another lifetime.
He pulled her from the counter and spun her body until her elbows rested on a low chair near the kitchen table. The shirt was bunched on her shoulder blades, exposing her naked ass above legs that were parted. Her pussy was still wet and swollen from the last time. His cock slid between her lips, the slit in the bulbous knob skimming over her clit, adding to the slick wetness.
“Fuck, your ass is nice.” His words were a low growl. He pulled back and inserted his cock in the groove between her butt cheeks.
His hands and cock were everywhere at once, fingers digging into the soft skin of her ass, streaking forward to whirr her clit into a hot frenzy making her ache for more, while his cock pressed against her asshole.
She gasped, her head falling onto her hands. It was instinct, raw primal woman, hips rocking up and down, enticing him with scent and movement.
“Oh Jesus.” His whispered awe.
Her hand slithered to her cunt, fingers grasping for his cock, sliding it to her opening, thrusting back hard. “Ungh.” The thick hardness of his cock punched, hurt, split her in two.
His fingers were claws tearing into the plush softness of her ass, pulling her deeper onto his rod, his balls slapping her clit like a kiss with each thrust. “Gonna fill you up baby. Shoot a load deep inside.”
“Fuck my cunt!” She rasped. “Oh yeah, yeah!” Muscles straining, milking his cock, sending fresh shivers of lust through her pussy. Legs quivering, her body melting into bliss, hot molten waves of pleasure. It seemed to go on forever, her heart hammering fast in her chest.
Her breath drifted from slack lips as the last thrill of lust petered out. Liam’s cock battered her cervix quickly, without mercy. Another deep thrust that made her jerk back from the pain.
“Put...” Deep thrust. “A...” Deepest yet, holding it hard inside her. “Baby in my Brie.”
Her eyes flew open and she tried to edge forward away from his pulsing rod and iron grip. A baby? Oh God no.
***
An hour later, satiated from food and sex, they snuggled together in his bed. Her fingers threaded through the dark hair on his chest. The afternoon and being with him had been so perfect. Just smooth and relaxed, the thought of finding her own place on the backburner. Her shoulders slumped against him.
“Liam. I’m not ready to have a baby. When we were making love--”
His hand covered hers and his head raised, eyes lined with laughter peering up at her. “I know. You want to finish your education, I get that. But it’s fun to try, isn’t it?”
She sighed. “Liam, I’m on the pill. There’s no chance of getting pregnant.” She grinned. “But yeah, going through the motions, having awesome sex works for me.”
She laid back against the pillow and squeezed his hand.
“Brie?”
“Umm?”
“You were more demanding today than the first time. Don’t get me wrong. I liked it. It was hot as hell but...a little unexpected.” He rolled over onto his side, his fingers drifting to her nipple, as he watched her.
She smiled at him, at the casual domesticity, the familiarity of the gesture. It was like they’d been together months instead of days. “It’s Claire’s influence. I�
��m still a little miffed with her, about the whole Martha thing.” Her fingers brushed across his chest and she gripped his nipple to give it a hard pinch.
“Hey! Why’d you do that?” He pulled her hand away.
“That’s for Martha. The way you were so happy to see the bitch first time.” She laughed softly. “Sorry, she brings out the worst in me.”
“Okay, I get that but what about Claire? What were you starting to say before you decided to assault me?” He slapped her fingers.
“It’s her attitude to sex and the human body being beautiful and all that.” She gazed up at the ceiling, her mind reliving the sex with Claire. “She’s the first woman I was ever with...sexually I mean.”
He took her hand and shoved it onto his cock, which was growing hard. “Stop. The thought of you two together...You’re making me horny and I’m not sure I have the stamina to do more than get a chubby.”
“Do you have any oysters in the house? Maybe...”
He pulled her hand off and slapped her on the hip. “Look, in a few years, I’ll be fifty. Give a guy a break.”
“Okaaay.” She sat up and nudged his shoulder. “But I’m going shopping tomorrow and they’re on the grocery list. If I’m staying here a few days, you’ll need them.”
The smile faded from his lips and he cupped her cheek in his hand, gazing into her eyes. “I wish you’d stay longer. Why not live here while you go to school? It’s not that far. I’d pay for a cab each way.”
She looked down at his chest and sighed. He was a great guy and it’d be easy to say yes, but...
"Liam. When I finished high school, I went from my parent’s home to my husband’s. Even here, in New York, I lived with Chris for a while and then moved in with the Bader’s. I’ve never really been on my own. I need to do that.”
He smiled and she could tell he understood.
“But there’s no rush. Get your own place, live on your own but promise you’ll consider this your home as well.” He sat up and took her in his arms, kissing her forehead.
Her chest was light as she hugged him closer, turning her face up to kiss him softly on the lips. “We just need some time, Liam.”
Chapter 14
It was three days later that Brie pushed the issue of finding an apartment near the university. True to his word, Liam had taken time off work but they had hardly left his home at all. When they weren’t having raucous sex, they lounged around watching movies, reading, cooking...It was the honeymoon that Brie had never had with Rob.
“What’s the rush? Classes don’t start until September. You’ve still got the summer to get through.” Liam looked up from his tablet and took a sip of coffee.
Brie got up from the table and walked to the sink with her empty mug. She set it down and turned to face him, her fingers thrumming on the counter top. It had started yesterday, the restless energy. “If I leave it too late, the students will be back and the best places taken. I need to find my own place.”
He rose from his seat at the table and joined her at the sink. There was a small smirk on his lips when he looked down at her. “You NEED to be happy for once in your life. Relax and let someone else do the worrying and heavy lifting.” He shook his head and sighed. “Do you know how many students at Columbia would give their eye teeth to live here, cabbing back and forth? Believe me, this is a sweet deal.”
She watched him place the mug in the sink next to hers, fingers still thrumming. “I appreciate what you’re offering but--”
“But you need to be little Miss Independent, go it alone, show the world that you can do it.” He did an eye roll.
The muscle in her jaw clenched tight. He made her dreams sound small. How could he know what it was like for a woman like her? He’d been born with a silver spoon, his success in life pretty much guaranteed. She’d been born with the yoke of her parents’ indifference.
“Not show the world. Just me.” She pushed away from the counter and walked out of the room.
His hand was on her shoulder, stopping her as she was about to enter the bedroom. “Look Brie, I promised you I’d help you find an apartment. I will.” He turned her around and cupped her cheek in his palm, gazing into her eyes softly. “Maybe I’m afraid you will meet someone younger. I don’t want to lose you.”
Her eyes welled with tears and she turned her head to kiss his hand, holding it clasped between her own. “Liam, that isn’t what this is all about. I’m not looking for someone else. I’m looking for me. I need to do this.”
“I wish you would reconsider. Stay with me. Be my wife. We could have a family. Being a mother is a pretty important thing too, you know.” His eyes were soft scanning her face.
“I agree.”
It was like the rays of the sun appearing after a cloudburst. His eyes lit up and he smiled. “Oh Brie.”
She looked down for a moment and then gazed into his eyes. “But not yet. Liam, give me the time I need, to be me. I want to learn, get my degree and live on my own teaching for awhile.”
His eyebrows knitted together and his voice was soft. “But that will take years. If after all that time, you still care for me...enough to marry me and have my children...I’ll be in my fifties! I don’t have that kind of time, Brie.” He sighed. “I’d be seventy at my son’s high school graduation. Old enough to be his grandfather.”
Brie’s stomach fell down to her knees. She couldn’t help Liam with his dream. Hell, he’d left it too late to realize what he truly wanted. Even if she’d sacrifice her own dreams, he was right now pretty up there age-wise to start a family.
Her chin lifted and she sighed. She wasn’t willing to sacrifice or put her dreams off any longer. The days with Liam had been nice. He was a great lover and friend. But they wanted different things in life. “I’m sorry Liam. If only you were ten years younger, maybe we could have had a chance to make a life together.”
He closed his eyes and exhaled sharply. “You’re telling me I’m too old.”
“I’m telling you I’m too young, Liam.”
“Ten years. A decade. It may as well be a lifetime.” His eyes closed and he turned away, walking slowly to the bedroom. “I’ll get dressed and take you to find an apartment.”
She followed him into the room and spoke when he turned to face her. “Liam. No. Let me do this on my own. I’ll come back this evening.”
“You’re going to move on with your life.”
“I’m going to begin my life.”
Chapter 15
It was a long subway ride to the university area. There were two apartments that looked promising on-line, affordable and bright, even if they were barely bigger than a shoebox.
She took a deep breath, her eyes flitting over the passengers in the car. There were a handful of middle aged people, tired shoppers and shift workers. But it was the two younger guys, in their late teens, ball caps askew above white t shirts and droopy over-sized pants that she kept an eye on. Even though she had the skills, thanks to the self defense class, there was no need to be casual. It was a big city and she needed to maintain a cautious awareness.
At the One Twenty Second St stop she rose and stopped in front of the taller of the two guys. He made no move to ease back to give her room but whistled softly under his breath. No matter. Her shoulder caught his arm pushing him back so she could slip by.
She left the car and hurried up the stairs at the far side of the platform. When she emerged, the sun was warm, bringing a smile to her face. This was it. The buildings across the street were the outliers of the campus. If any of the apartments panned out, she’d be able to walk to school. On the next block there was a sign indicating an organic grocery store.
Now to find Morningside Avenue. Earlier, she’d made a point of memorizing the street names. It should be a few blocks before she came to it. Her steps were long and purposeful as she made her way through the clusters of people walking on the sidewalk. No one gave her a second glance. As far as anyone she passed was concerned she was a New Yorker. Sh
e allowed a smile. Imagine that. A New Yorker.
Brie turned the corner and followed the numbers on the buildings. Outside the three story brick building she’d been watching for, stood a flashy brunette in a form fitting tailored red suit. The woman looked up from glancing at her watch and Brie recognized her face from the rental ad.
She walked up to her and extended her hand. “Mrs. Brant? I’m Brie Morely, here to see the apartments.”
The woman’s crimson lips curled in a smile and she shook her hand. “Nicetomeetcha. Call me Laura. Mrs. Brant is my mutha-in-law. A battle ax. You’re right on time. You work around here?”
Brie’s chin lifted and she grinned. “No. I’m a student at Columbia.” Well, she WOULD be once she cleared up the disaster of the on-line course.
“Hmm...” The woman’s eyebrows pulled together for a moment.
“If I like one of the places, I’ll pay six month’s rent up front.”
The reaction was immediate, all smiles, nodding leading the way into the building. She pulled out a set of keys at the first door on the right. “This one just came on the market. It’s a steal in this neighborhood. If you want my opinion, it’s the better of the two and cheaper.” She opened the door and stepped back to allow Brie to enter first.
A loud cat meow caused Brie to turn to face the woman.
The woman fished in her handbag and produced a thin cell, holding it up while rolling her eyes. “Sorry. Got to take this.” She turned and went out into the hallway.
Brie stood near the doorway, her lips parted, eyes taking in every detail of the small space. The kitchen consisted of a fridge, stove, tiny counter and sink against the far wall while the living room was opposite, the sun pouring in from a large window onto hardwood floors. There was enough room for a sofa, desk and small kitchen table. The walls were off-white and clean, freshly painted from the odor that filtered into her nostrils.
She took a deep breath, feeling light as she wandered over to the window. This room was perfect for one person, but big enough, if she wanted to have Chris or Claire over for dinner. She stepped through a doorway to a room just slightly smaller than the living room. There was enough room for a double bed, dresser and the closet was roomy.