by Amy Briggs
He pulled away, leaving me breathless. His hand still on my neck, and the other on my hip, he pulled me away from the door into my condo, and shut it behind me. Looking up at him, speechless, he smiled down at me before tugging me in for another kiss, this time on my lips. He tasted slightly of mint, and I simply couldn’t resist as he slid his tongue gently across mine, parting them. I gave back what he put into it, and before what was happening registered in my brain, we were kissing like it was the last kiss on earth to be had. His hand moved slowly down my hip, as he reached around to my ass, pulling me tight to him where I could feel his hardness against me. The only thoughts I had were taking him to my bedroom where I could get my hands on his delicious body. Not a single care in the world, other than him, in that moment.
I leaned back, pausing our heated kiss, to see if I could gauge what to do next. Frankly, I wanted to sleep with him, immediately, but didn’t want to seem easy. I was getting into my own head, and he saw it happening.
“I want you, Elise. Right now.” He gently grabbed my face with both his hands. “But only if it’s what you want.”
Fuck it. That’s what I said to myself. Fuck it. I didn’t say anything out loud, but took one of his hands in mine, and led him through the living room, down the hallway, to my master bedroom. He stripped off his jacket as soon as we entered the bedroom, and then lunged at me, kissing me passionately, running his hands all over my body, pushing me until the backs of my knees hit the bed.
“Is this what you want?” he asked me. Until then, I hadn’t been able to form words; I was utterly consumed by our lust.
Nodding my head, I smiled.
“You have to say it, Elise. Do you want me?”
“I do,” I whispered, stroking his sides again with my fingertips.
“What do you want, Elise? Do you want me to fuck you?” His dirty mouth made me want to rip his shirt off. I’d never had anyone just say it like that, and I most certainly did want him to fuck me.
“Yes,” I replied quietly.
“Say it. Say you want me to fuck you right now. I need to hear you say it.” He demanded it, but in a way that made me want to say anything he asked me to. I loved his control. His masculine energy was taking over and I couldn’t resist him. I wanted him desperately.
“I want you to fuck me, Carter. I want you to fuck me right now.”
Chapter Twelve
Carter
Hearing those words stiffened my already rock hard cock to the point of no return. I hadn’t stopped thinking about her from the moment we parted ways the night before, and while I hadn’t planned on taking her to bed at nine in the morning, I could have praised the Lord himself for the fortune that had just been bestowed upon me.
I pulled her sweater up over her head, and then yanked my own shirt off as quickly as possible. She was wearing a teal-colored lace bra that, against her skin, made her look like a model. Her round tits were just spilling over the top a bit, and I couldn’t wait to suck on them. Bringing her toward me by the waistband of her jeans, I undid them and slid the fabric down her creamy white thighs. Her pale skin was so perfect, like a doll almost. Her panties matched her bra and I stood there, admiring her.
Just to give myself some relief, I undid my jeans, but didn’t take them off. When she tried to reach for them herself, I moved her hand away. Besides the fact I was so turned on by her I felt like I could explode at any minute, I wanted this to be about her first. Lowering my hands to her hips, I ran my thumb along the waist of her panties. While I wanted to rip them off and devour her like a meal, I gently pushed her back onto the bed, and crawled on top of her as we moved to the center. Kissing her torso, her thigh, making my way down her leg, I tried to kiss every inch of her while she watched in disbelief.
Moving back up her body until we were face to face, I caged her in with my arms. “I’m going to consume every bit of you this morning, baby,” I said, before lowering myself to take her mouth with mine. Her kiss was intoxicating. I was literally drunk on her touch, and wanted my lips on hers constantly. I didn't need to breathe. She could breathe for me. I didn’t care. She kissed me back with such urgency, I had to hold myself back.
I still had my jeans on, and she was in nothing but her bra and panties. Slowly, I slid the strap of her bra off her shoulder, planting kisses along the way, as I ran my other hand up over her opposite breast. They were very real, and they were perfect. A little bit more than a handful. Using just a fingertip, I gently guided the lace cup down, exposing her tight nipple, just barely grazing it with my thumb, which caused her back to arch and her breath to hitch. Unable to wait any longer, I leaned down, running my tongue over the little pebble, then rolling it around, sucking on it. A quiet moan escaped her lips as she grabbed my waist harder, pulling me into her. Her hips rocked against my thigh while I suckled on her tit, enjoying how much it made her wiggle and writhe under me. I made my way to the other, now gently pinching and squeezing one, while my mouth fondled the other.
Her body reacted to mine, and as my cock strained against my jeans, I started to make my way down to my prize. I loved going down on a woman, and tasting Elise was going to drive me to the edge of sanity. Her panties were so sexy that I decided to leave them on, and just moved them to the side as I slid a finger inside her wet pussy. She was tight, but she was soaked. I ran my thumb along her little bud softly, causing her to jolt, and try to close her legs.
She had pushed herself up to her elbows, watching me carefully. Her tits were still exposed and flushed from my touch, and she was biting her lip gently in anticipation of what was to come. It would be her.
“Open,” I demanded, tenderly spreading her legs wider to let me in. She gave in, watching my every move. Her steely eyes fixed on me, I couldn’t look away. “I have been waiting all night to taste you,” I said.
Her eyebrows raised and her legs relaxed open, as I continued to massage her clit. Moving in, I flattened my tongue, running it along the length of her opening before sucking on her clit while fingering her slowly. Her hips rocked into my face; she was letting go, and I was about to have my prize. As her breathing got heavier, I slipped a second finger inside and pushed them as far as they would go while sucking harder, and flicking with my tongue. She began to unravel and as her body shook, I picked up the pace even more, making sure she came harder than she imagined she could. No sweeter sound could be heard in the world than her screaming out my name as she came, my face buried in her pussy, and holding her hips as tight as I could as she rode out her orgasm.
When she finished, I gave one more long lick along her opening before standing up alongside the bed.
Still panting, she asked, “Where are you going?” She seemed concerned.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby. We’re not done here. Not by a long shot.” I leaned over to kiss her, letting her taste her pleasure on me. Her soft tongue rolled against mine, and I couldn’t get out of my jeans fast enough.
I was digging in my pocket for a condom when she said, “You don’t need a condom.”
Shocked, I raised my eyebrow in disbelief. “What do you mean?”
“I can’t actually have kids, and we already know we’re both clean. It was a requirement for our arrangement, remember?”
I did remember, now that she mentioned it. What I didn’t remember was the last time I had my cock in a woman without a condom on. Just when I had thought it wasn’t possible to get any harder, I practically lost it right there. I was going to fuck her without any kind of barrier. I needed to contain myself.
“Are you sure?” I asked, hoping and praying she was.
“I’m sure.” She paused, a smirk crossing her face. “Now, I believe I told you once already that I wanted you to fuck me. Don’t make me tell you again.”
My mouth fell open in shock, and I rushed to her side, grabbing the material of her lace panties, yanking them down and tossing them across the room. I quickly reached around her, unhooking the bra, and flung it somewhere else in the room
. Now completely naked before me, completely mine for the taking, I took in her beautiful dark hair in contrast to her pale skin. She was absolutely radiant. I freed myself from my boxer briefs, and crawled into the bed next to her. I had planned to try to go slow, to make it last, but the moment she wrapped her small hand around my aching cock, I rolled on top of her.
With a hooded gaze, she met my eyes with hers, and gave me an incredible smile. She laid below me, her hands gripping my biceps as I lined my cock up to her entrance. Still soaked, the tip slid inside her as if it was meant to be there, and before I could stop myself, to take it slow, I’d thrust into her roughly, causing her to moan loudly. Her tight pussy squeezed around me, and as it adjusted to my size, I had to stop moving for a moment so I wouldn’t lose it right there. The feeling of being inside her, with nothing between us, was so amazing, I couldn’t possibly do it justice in words. My entire body felt connected to her; nothing else existed.
Neither of us was going to last very long at that rate, and once she started rocking her hips into mine, my cock sliding in and out of her pussy gently, it wasn’t long before we were going crazy. Her legs wrapped around me as I pumped furiously into her, grabbing the hair at the back of her neck, I fucked her harder as she muttered, “Yes” under her breath. I could feel myself getting ready to come, hoping that she was close too, when she dug her nails into my side and threw her head back, letting me yank her hair even more as she screamed out her orgasm.
“Carter! Yes! Fucking yes!” she yelled as I pounded my cock into her, my own release just seconds away. “I want you to come! Come inside me!”
Not a moment too soon, as the intensity of our touch drove me over the edge, I came harder than I’ve ever experienced, yelling out myself. As we came down together, I kissed her again and again, not wanting to stop. I’d never tire of her touch. I was a changed man that day, and I’d never be the same.
Chapter Thirteen
Elise
So, I had sex with Carter the day after I met him. And it was fucking incredible. It was never my intention to have a sexual relationship with him at all. I had forgotten how great sex was, but when you’ve found someone you connect with on so many levels, the intensity, the passion, it’s off the charts. For the first few months of our arrangement, we had sex everywhere. We were like two teenagers having a forbidden romance all over the city.
When I’d gone back to work, he brought me lunch one day, and fucked me against the window in my office on his lunch break. Anyone could have seen us, and I didn’t care. What they would have seen was a forty-year-old woman getting pleasured by a thirty-year-old man who knew every which way to please her. Another time, we were out shopping together, and he bent me over in a dressing room, taking me from behind. He had a fascination with my ass, and it wasn’t until he convinced me to let him move in with me that we started to play even more. We were sexually adventurous, something I thought was a long-lost fantasy for me.
It turned out that he loved dominating me, and after being the boss all day, I loved being told what to do in the bedroom.
“Elise, can you come here, please?” he called out from the bedroom when I’d gotten home that evening.
“Just a minute!” I yelled back. We’d become a fairly typical couple, living together and doing almost everything together in just a few short months.
“I need you now!” he demanded.
It had been a long day, but I went straight to the bedroom to see what was going on. “What’s up?”
“It’s been twenty-four hours since I had my cock inside you. I need you now.” He grabbed me by the waist, pulling me to him.
After we’d kissed passionately like teenagers, as we always did, I teased him. “Twenty-four whole hours? What on earth will we do?” I ran my hand over his cock, which was pressing against his jeans. I loved his big beautiful dick.
“Don’t start something you don’t want to finish, baby.” He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my neck back, and sucking just below my ear. It drove me absolutely wild.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I replied while unzipping his jeans.
Many of our evenings started that way, even if we had dinner plans. We’d begun to get photographed together fairly regularly, and I’d started to introduce him as my boyfriend, which always felt juvenile, at events at the six-month mark. We really were, for all intents and purposes, a real couple. I didn’t think that would happen, even though Karen at Infidelity told me it would. There was always a tiny nagging in the back of my mind that the only reason he was with me was because he was paid to do so.
I never wanted him to move in; until he did, of course. From the very first time we shared my bed, he insisted that he should move in. I pushed back on it for months until finally I agreed, pretending that it was the convenient thing to do, but deep down, it was because I loved having him around. We talked about everything. He shared his work with me, I shared much of mine. His only request, well, his only formal request pertaining to our arrangement was that he keep his job. He enjoyed his work and he didn’t want to surrender his opportunities, and it never interfered with anything I wanted him to do with me anyway.
We were each independent in our own ways, and some nights before we went to bed, we’d both sit reading quietly, together. It was quite wonderful, and as the time went on, we grew closer. We’d text and send messages throughout the day. He’d plan dates and fun adventures for us to go on all over the city. When I was cleared to run again, he’d found a running club that did scavenger hunts in the city, and we were a killer team. In fact, I’m fairly certain the other teams hated us, because we won the races most of the time. I never would have thought to do something like that, but Carter, he was always finding new ways to make me smile. I’d never felt lighter, or more fulfilled in my life.
As the expiration of our contract loomed, I became nervous about the future. I didn’t want our year to end, and while we had the option to extend it, or to part ways, we hadn’t discussed it at all. Not once did we talk about the money that was transferred behind the scenes, what he was doing with it, or what was to become of us after the contract expired. Afraid that the answer would break my heart, I never brought it up until that fateful day.
Chapter Fourteen
Carter
In the entire year we’d spent together, falling in love, not once did we ever mention the contract, the money, or what would happen when the contract ended. I knew from the moment I met her that we’d be together as long as she’d have me, but she took some convincing along the way. Old habits are hard to break, but especially if they’re emotional habits. She was clearly brought into my life so that I could show her how beautiful life can be if you let it, and she was sent to show me how much another person can mean to you.
I’d taken the day off of work without telling anyone, including Elise, because sometimes a man’s gotta have his secrets. We never kept secrets, but this one was important. We’d become so close, I couldn’t imagine a day without her in my life, and as our contract neared its end, I feared that she would think the worst. I’d planned to prove her wrong in the most epic of ways. A secret I’d kept for eleven months.
After I’d run my errands, I stopped and grabbed some flowers on my way home. She and I needed to talk that night, and anything I could do to make her smile, I would. She loved white roses, so all the white roses that I could carry, I took home with me. Knowing that she’d be home early since it was a Friday, I wanted to make sure I beat her there. Oddly, I wasn’t even nervous about the talk. We both knew what the date was. When the first cold days of the fall started, it was a sign of it. As I went over what I wanted to say in my head a few times, she walked in, looking tired and apprehensive.
“What’s wrong, babe?” I asked, worried that an issue at work would ruin my plans.
“Oh, just a long day, sweetie. How was your day?” she asked, setting her things down, and taking her heels off. She was wearing a red, form-fitting dress that hugged her in all
the right places, with a tiny black belt around her slim waist. Her hair was pulled back into a long ponytail at the base of her neck, a look that I sometimes liked in the bedroom. Pulling on that ponytail while taking her from behind was one of my favorites.
Bringing myself back to the moment, and calming my cock back down, I answered, “I took the day off to take care of some things today.” I was being intentionally secretive now, mostly because it was fun, and I couldn’t wait to see her face when I brought up our arrangement and what my thoughts were.
“You did? Anything good?” She smiled as she walked to the kitchen to get a bottle of water.
“Well, you know that our contract is almost up, right?”
Her expression dropped, a frown crossing her face. As she set her water down, she let out a sigh. “I knew that this day would come. I was just hoping it wouldn’t.”
“What do you mean? We’ve always known that our arrangement was for a year.”
“Nevermind. What about our contract? What would you like to do?” she asked, seemingly upset.
“Don’t you ‘nevermind’ me. We have to talk about what we’re going to do.”
“What would you like to do?” she asked, folding her arms over her chest.
“I’d like to exit the contract,” I replied, without explanation.
“Okay,” was all she said. She took her bottle of water and abruptly walked back to the bedroom. I didn’t follow her, but I waited to hear her reaction. When I heard the gasp, my grin spread, knowing that I’d gotten her good.
“What’s up, babe?” I called out nonchalantly.