by T Gephart
“I want you, Max.” Her lips moved to my throat. “Not just for tonight.” Her mouth getting busy while her hands fisted the bottom of my shirt. “I want you. I want all of you this time.”
“You’ve had all of me every time.” My mouth moved to hers. “This time, I’m not letting go.”
I meant it too, my hands on her desperate as I lifted her on a case, my feet staying planted on the ground.
“Touch me,” she begged, the words struggling to get out of our fused mouths as my fingers moved under her dress. And she didn’t have to tell me twice.
I hadn’t fully appreciated the outfit she was wearing until now; the loose fitting dress, falling off her shoulders was cinched in at the waist, the fabric underneath giving me easy access.
And while I got busy exploring, she did the same, her fingers undoing my belt and pulling down the zip of my jeans as my thumb played at the edge of her panties.
“These need to go.” The panties were off her body and shoved into my pocket just before she wrenched down my jeans. My boxers not far behind, shoved down below my hips as my fingers plunged in deep.
“Yes.” She arched her back, moving against my hand as my thumb circled. My fingers were coated in her honey as she gripped my dick hard.
The long slow slide of her fingers pumped my length, my balls drawing up tight with every pass. It kept me on a knife-edge, wanting to blow my load but refusing to let it end.
Every single part of me wanted her—my mouth, my hand and my cock—her pussy gripping my fingers so tight, my dick was getting jealous.
I should have made her come.
Let her ride my hand or my mouth until she screamed out my name, but I wasn’t feeling either patient or polite as my fingers unpeeled hers from my cock and I pushed inside of her. No warning. Just a hard thrust of my hips giving her all I had as her heels bit into my ass.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” I felt her contract around me, my mouth kissing her neck while my hands kept us steady. Her tits heaved up and down as the top of her dress gave a little, the lace of her bra peeking out from under.
I didn’t stop, pistoning into her with firm, hard strokes while my lips sucked hard against the lace, her nipples hardening underneath as I struggled not to bite through the fabric.
I wanted it off, all of it. I wanted her naked, stretched out under me so I could watch her. Or on top as she rode me, that would do too. Not that I was giving up what I had now for either of those options, our hips finding a rhythm as we gained speed.
“Max.” Her nails dug into my skin, the marks they’d leave on my shoulders not a fucking problem for me as I sucked on her nipple harder. “I’m going to come.”
As much as I loved hearing it, it was unnecessary, her body telling me everything I needed to know as her pussy clamped around my dick before the explosion of tiny pulses moved down my shaft. Even if I’d wanted to, I couldn’t hold out, my body continuing to move as it pumped into her hard. The wave rolling through me so overwhelming, I had to grip the road case she was sitting on so I didn’t lose balance.
“Just like old times.” I laughed, my mouth moving back to her lips. “But I’m still going to have you in bed when I get you home. We’re not even close to being done.”
“Good, because I meant what I said.” Her arms wrapped around me, as she looked me in the eye. “I want all of you, Max. I’m in love with you.”
To say I’d imagined the moment I finally told a woman I loved her very differently, would be a lie. Truth is I’d only ever had one thought about it, that the woman on the receiving end would be Beth. I didn’t care that it wasn’t over a candlelit dinner, or watching the sunset—the two of us finally coming to our senses was as special as it got.
If she wanted grand gestures with flowers and jewelry, I’d give her that too, but one thing was for fucking sure, I wasn’t waiting a single moment longer not telling her how I felt.
“I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember.” I brushed the hair from her face. “I just wasn’t smart enough to tell you. I love you, Beth. I’ve always loved you.”
It honestly pissed me off that I’d waited so long, so much time wasted while we tried to find ourselves. But as angry as it made me, I couldn’t hate the process entirely. That we were here, finally together was worth every last kiss we’d ever had. All of them fucking history as I vowed to never make the same mistake again.
“Take me home, Max.” Beth smiled, seeing her happy making me feel like a fucking gladiator.
“Anything you ask, sweetheart.” I slowly pulled out, needing to get us both clothed and out of the club ASAP.
I didn’t even give a shit I had barely spoken to the band since getting off stage. They’d live. My only concern was giving my girl exactly what she’d asked, which lucky for me was exactly what I wanted too. The two of us, out of here.
“Whoa!” The noise reverberated off the walls, our private sanctuary breeched. “They weren’t kidding. You’re huge.”
Enter Jules, her timing fucking perfect—or not as the case may be—to see me standing with my dick in my hand. Her eyes peeled back to maximum capacity as she openly stared.
“Jules!” Beth pushed down her dress covering up what little had been showing. She didn’t need to worry though; Jules had been too busy looking at my dick to notice she had also been flashing skin. “What the hell?”
“As you were people, don’t let me disturb you.” She waved her hands around, big-ass grin on her face.
“Peep show’s over.” I pulled up my boxers, the fabric covering my dick doing little to convince her apparently, her eyes still glued to my junk. “And you shouldn’t be back here.” My jeans were next on the redress.
“Yeah, well considering what the two of you were doing—” Her hands flying back and forth between Beth and I. “— I wouldn’t say anyone is in a position to throw stones.”
“So you’ve seen it.” Beth jumped off the road case her feet landing heavily on the floor. “I hope you sleep better for knowing.” And call me crazy, but she didn’t sound anywhere near as pissed as I’d assumed. Can’t say I’d be so cool with it if the situation was reversed; no one was getting the pleasure of seeing her naked if I had anything to do with it.
“Oh, I will. That’s freaking impressive, Beth.” The conversation continued, apparently my participation not needed. “I can’t believe you held out on me.”
“I can’t believe you came back here.” Beth planted her hands on her hips. “We need to set some serious boundaries, probably starting with not staring at my boyfriend’s dick.”
“I wasn’t staring, my eyes were blinded. Like an eclipse.” Jules unsuccessfully tried to hide her smirk.
“Um hello?” I waved, everything tucked away. “You ladies realize I’m still here right? Both me and my cock.”
I wasn’t embarrassed. Couldn’t give a fuck. And not that I wanted the bastard to have its own Tumblr account, but I couldn’t give a rat’s ass who saw my dick.
“Well yeah, it’s not like that equipment of yours could ever not be noticed.” Jules raised her hands, taking a step back. “No wonder micro penis left you wanting, how did you get that all the way in?”
Hold on. Talking up my dick was one thing and not that I had any intention of pulling it out and giving everyone a refresher, but it was what it was. She’d seen it, big deal. But who the hell was this other cock—word choice completely intentional—we were talking about? And yes, I knew how fucking conceited that made me sound and I still didn’t give a shit.
“Who the fuck is micro penis?” I waited, not really sure I wanted to know.
“The gym guy.” Beth added, looking at me expectantly like those words should mean something.
“Nope, still don’t know who we’re talking about.”
“The guy from the restaurant.” Beth’s final explanation filled in the blanks.
Bingo. Now that asshole, I knew. And I wasn’t sure if I should be annoyed that he and his cock were getting
a mention or freaking ecstatic that it had earned him the name micro penis. I was purposely avoiding the fact that he’d slept with her; the thought of him even touching her making my skin itch. I wouldn’t be that asshole, the possessive meathead who was delusional in thinking she wouldn’t have been with other guys. But it wasn’t something that I wanted in my mental space right about now. Clearly it hadn’t gone well, and thank fuck for that silver lining.
“So talking about dicks is a regular thing?” Another revelation, who knew?
Beth’s “no” drowned out by Jules’ “yes.”
“Okay.” I laughed, amused as hell. “So, maybe we can move on to non-anatomical related topics like,” I pointed to Jules, her appearance still unexplained. “What are you doing backstage?”
“I asked the band and they hadn’t seen you, so I figured I’d check here.” Her head bobbled excitedly, the words faster than they needed to be. “No one stopped me. If it was such a restricted area, there should at least be a sign.”
“And you just had to find us, urgently.” Beth didn’t bother trying to hide the sarcasm, the smile still on her face. “Couldn’t have waited until we got back.”
“You made such a big deal about wanting to kill me for standing you up at bowling.” Jules rolled her eyes, sporting a matching grin. “I was trying to expedite the process.”
“Considerate of you.” Beth nodded. “I’m still pissed about that.”
“Just so you ladies know, I’m still here.” I waved my hand, the reminder obviously needed. “And as much as her tactics were questionable, I think we both can agree it was a good end result.” I pulled Beth against me, my lips landing on her neck.
I also found it incredibly hot knowing this whole exchange was happening while her panties were in my pocket. Not going to lie, I wasn’t in a hurry to hand them back, the idea of her walking around without them making me hard.
“Fine, I’ll concede.” She threw her arms up in defeat. “End result was good.”
“Aw, I’m so glad. I had a terrible night, you guys.” She rubbed the back of her neck, easing it left and right. “Barely slept a wink waiting for you to come home.”
“Well, for future reference, don’t wait up.” I grinned hoping that whatever BS had been holding us back was now in the past. There wasn’t going to be a night I was without Beth. Not if I had anything to do with it.
“Hey, why are you guys back here? Something we should know?” Joey rounded the corner, his arm slung around Kenzie’s shoulders.
“Beth and Max were having sex.” Jules stepped in, not giving either of us a chance to reply.
“Really?” Joey smirked, the bastard looking to me for confirmation. “Interesting.”
“If you are looking to embarrass us, you’re wasting your time.” I shrugged, not regretting a thing. Could have done without the end of show reveal, but other than that, I was pretty pleased with the night’s turn of events. “I’m not making apologies for being with my girl.”
“No apologies necessary.” Jules beamed, fucking thrilled beyond measure.
“There more to this story?” Kenzie asked, clever enough to see they were missing something.
“Jules happened to walk in, before everything got squared away.” I went the diplomatic route, figuring my cock had gotten enough airtime tonight.
“Oh? Ohhhhhhhhh.” Kenzie’s eyes widened in recognition. No further explanation needed.
“I swear if I have to hear about this guy’s dick one more time.” Joey ignored my leave-it-alone eyeball, making it once again the topic of conversation. “Mine is so much more impressive, seriously. I just don’t understand.”
“Ahh, babe. Yours is perfect.” Kenzie laughed, her hand rubbing circles on Joey’s chest.
“Okay, can we move on now?” I shook my head wondering if I should be flattered or appalled. “We should probably go back into the club too; Rus and Angie are probably looking for their rhythm section.”
“Well, if the show’s over, I might head home.” Jules nodded, her entertainment for the night over. “I’m assuming you guys are leaving together?”
“You assumed correctly.” And if the words hadn’t been enough, my hands around Beth said everything that needed to be said.
“Okay then crazy kids, enjoy. I’m out of here.” Jules waved, ready to make her exit. “Beth, good luck with the anaconda.”
“Mine’s bigger,” Joey called out, the moron not able to resist a parting shot.
“Can we really stop talking about my dick?” And who thought those words would be coming out of my mouth a second time, let alone at all tonight. That fucking Facebook page had a lot to answer for.
“Fine, we’ll never mention it again.” Beth giggled, her head resting against my chest.
“We’ll meet you out there.” Joey tipped his chin goodbye as he moseyed back to the hall, all talk of my cock shelved.
“So is this weird?” Beth asked, her nose scrunching up as she gave me an adorable smile.
“What? Us?”
I mean it really could have been anything. The public fornication, my subsequent flashing, the bizarre backstage conversation—but there was only one thing that I cared about right now. And it wasn’t anything on that list.
“Yes, us. Together again.” Those big brown eyes looked at me and she could have asked for anything at that moment and I would have agreed. Need me to take a long walk off a short pier? I have no problem getting wet.
“It’s the way it always should have been.”
I kissed her, not because I wanted to reassure her or myself, but because I needed to. My mouth needed hers, my body needed hers and I was done pretending it didn’t. Whatever happened outside of the bubble didn’t matter; this was the only thing that made sense. And no matter what the future threw at us, there wasn’t a chance in hell I’d let it slip away. I’d been given a second chance and the only way I’d give her up is having her pried from my cold dead hands. Even then I’d find a way to hold on. Losing her again—not an option.
It was probably the end of the world.
Or one of the planets was in retrograde, causing a massive cosmic disturbance in the force because there was no other reasonable explanation. Angie—our lead singer, who didn’t let anyone even breathe in her son’s direction—asked Beth and I to babysit. Excuse me while I recover from the shock.
Beth had offered in the past, but I’d chalked it up as sweet but never gonna happen. Not because Beth wouldn’t have totally rocked the babysitting gig, but because there was a better chance of me shopping at the Gap than Angie agreeing. Well break out the polo shirts and khaki pants because the impossible happened.
Jase had wanted to take Angie out for a special dinner to celebrate her rebooted baby mama status. Considering the last time she had cargo onboard, she spent more time in the bathroom rather than at a dining table, I wasn’t sure it was a great idea. But who was I to judge? Enter the request of hey-can-you-and-Beth-hang-with-Zack-for-a-few-hours? Yep, they needed to say it a couple of times just so I was sure I hadn’t hallucinated the whole thing.
Beth had been excited to do it. Happy to help out and spend some time with me and junior Jase. So, it was all systems go as we arrived at Casa Irwin and knocked on the door.
“Okay, we shouldn’t be more than a few hours. It’s just dinner.”
Angie gave us both a hug and welcomed us inside. The look on her face telling us she wasn’t as cool with it as she was pretending to be, but I wisely decided not to point that out. I preferred to keep both my balls exactly where they were, thank you very much.
“You don’t need to worry, we’ve got this.” Beth alternated between hugging Angie and then Jase. “He’s going to be fine and we’ll have a great time.”
“It’s fine, babe.” Jason rubbed his wife’s back. “He’s going to love it.” The idea looking like it had been more his doing.
“You have our numbers and the pediatrician’s number is on the fridge.” Angie continued to fuss, the possibili
ty of her relaxing probably not going to happen.
“Angie, we’ve got it.” I nodded my head, reaching out to her arm and giving it a squeeze. “Don’t expose him to light or water and whatever we do we won’t feed him after midnight.”
“Ha ha, asshole.” Angie folded her arms in front of her chest, not amused. “And it’s not funny.” She gave Jase a poke in the chest who was trying unsuccessfully to hide his grin.
“Babe, everyone is going to be fine. Seriously.” He pulled her into his arms trying to get her to relax. “Now, let’s go say goodbye to Zack so we can make our reservation.”
Zack was chilling in the playroom, his fat little fingers pushing a train along a wooden track as he chatted to himself. In other words, he couldn’t give a fuck that his folks were heading out for the night, Angie’s stress being completely self-induced.
“Bye, little man.” Angie wrapped her arms around the kid, smothering his face with kisses. His little arms and legs wriggled trying to get loose. “We’ll be home soon, and Uncle Max and Beth are going to take care of you while we’re gone.”
“Okay, Mama.” Zack smiled, the announcement not rating as high as the train track in front of him.
“Be good, kiddo.” Jase hiked him up off the floor, Zack squealing as his dad flipped him upside down. “Listen to what you’re told and when it’s bedtime, no arguments.”
More shrieks as Jase blew raspberries under his chin and then lowered him to the ground. Zack giving both his parents a wave before returning to his train.
“We’re cool, Angie. Go, have a good time.” I nodded to the door, wondering if Jase was going to literally have to drag her out. “He’ll be fine.”
“Alright.” Angie hesitated, her knuckles whitening as they fisted by her side. “We should go.” I’m sure she said it more for her own benefit than anyone else’s.
Jase probably guessing it was better to get it over with, threw a hand around his woman’s waist and led her to the front door. The second goodbye happening just before they finally left.