by W. Ferraro
Feeling silly at her hesitation, she sat up and took the cup, draining it quickly. Wes took the empty glass from her, he sat on the bed with his back against the head board, and patted the mattress between his legs.
“Come sit with me.”
Lola did as she was asked, resting with her back to his front, he adjusted her so she sat with thighs spread and her legs over his, the position was quite comfortable. Intimate, yet comforting.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
“Please, Wes. I thought you were trying to get me to relax.”
“You don’t see it do you? You don’t see how every man looks at you. You don’t have any clue how many men have you starring in their own private mental pornos, do you?” Wes pulled her chin around so she was looking at him. “I’m serious. I saw it tonight, and I didn’t like it.”
“Oh, come on,” Lola answered, not believing him for a minute.
“Look, Sunshine, whether you want to know it or not, there is a long line of men that would give up a limb for a chance with you, and I’d be happy to help them out with that exchange.” Wes paused as Lola rolled her eyes at his audacity. Arching his eyebrow at her blatant disbelief, he continued after she smiled. “Remember your promise, Lola, no other man touches this.” To emphasize his point, he filled one hand with her breast and the other over her mound and squeezed. He smiled with hunger in his eyes as he could feel her heat and moisture touch his palm.
“I remember.”
“Good, now let the screwing commence.” And with lightning speed, he flipped her so she was once again face down on the bed with him on top of her. His lips lead the way, followed by his fingers. Starting at her shoulder, he created a path all the way to each finger, then back again. Across her shoulder blades, all the way down the other arm. His cock had grown thick again, and as he lowered his body down hers, he let her ass checks surround him. Up and down the fold until he rested against the place of entrance. His fingers found her clit and rubbed feverishly gaining the response he wanted before stopping.
“Breathe, Sunshine.” Quickly grabbing a tube of lubricant out of the bedside table, Wes applied an excessive amount to himself, and then a good amount onto Lola.
“It will be uncomfortable at first, but it shouldn’t be painful. If you fight me, it will hurt. We’ll do this slowly, okay?” He probed her entrance and she tensed immediately. “Shhh, Baby, it’s just my finger. Just getting you readied.” In and out, in and out he repeated until her body began its natural reaction.
The pressure was different, like nothing she’s felt ever before. It was uncomfortable, but he was right it didn’t hurt, per say
“That’s a girl, nice and easy.”
He shifted, and she tensed. This time there was a lot more pressure, and damn it did start to hurt, so Lola tried to close her eyes and breathe to relax herself. Soon she was beginning to feel full there. And the strangest feelings took over, she wanted the fullness, she wanted to feel him closer. She lifted up on her knees and was rewarded with the amazing sensation as he pushed further.
“Come on, Baby, you know you want this as much as I do. Take it all. You can take all of me. Your body, this amazing, sexy beautiful body is made for me. Show him he was right to make our bodies fit together like this.” He continued to slide into her, and his body felt her stretching to accommodate him. Finally, he began to move slowly, and began to pump in to her.
God he was right. She wanted this. She wanted him to fill her everywhere. This wasn’t forbidden. This wasn’t taboo. This was the ultimate fuck. As his cock filled her back entrance, his three fingers flickered life into her front. When he added the stimulation of his thumb on her clit, she knew she was done. So much sensation, so much fullness; small amount of pain, but pain she begged for, pain she needed. There was no glory without pain. She relished it. She felt her body begin to sing with life. The faster he moved the more she wanted the feeling to go on and on.
“God, Baby! I knew you would feel good like this. It’s never felt like this before! God!” Pumping furiously now as his fingers whirled inside of her.
The brilliant orgasm, if you could call this internal combustion an orgasm, rocketed through her, causing her entire body to go rigid and then suddenly slack as each aftershock ripped through her. Wes followed immediately behind her. Collapsing onto her huddled form, as he felt everything empty out of him.
“Thank you, Wes,” she said. Then silence.
Wes pulled the covers down and adjusted them so Lola was covered. He knew it wouldn’t take her long to fall asleep, her body had reached its limit. He smiled as she curled into him in slumber. Her breathing had slowed and she was deep into dreamland. Ever so slightly, he began to move, and slid out of bed. Making sure she was comfortable and supported, so that even in sleep, she wouldn’t know he was no longer there. When he stood, and she neither moved or roused Wes turned and left the room. Suddenly wide-awake with heaviness on his mind he headed down the hall.
He entered his office, turned on his laptop, called up his preferred search engine, and typed in “hindi hubad prutas”. Wes began to read and try to figure out what Lola was hiding, scrolled across her beautiful back. He clicked screen after screen, the more he read the more his stomach began to twist. Didn’t take long for him to realize, whatever she was keeping from him, was neither happy or good.
Lola’s eyes fluttered, as she snuggled further down into what she was sure was a cloud. Wes’ bed was decadence. The sun was shining bright through the windows and the autumn colors from the trees looked like a real life painting. She rolled onto her stomach, and found what she was hoping would be there.
“Good morning. How’d you sleep?” Wes asked as he looked down at her from his head perched on his hand.
“Good. How about you?”
Wes wasn’t going to lie and tell her that he just came back to bed a few minutes ago, so he opted for, somewhat of the truth, “I couldn’t sleep. I had this gorgeous body next to me, so sleep was the last thing on my mind.”
His compliment thrilled her, and she couldn’t help but show the evidence on her face. When had his importance to her soared higher than she wanted it to?
“Well, I appreciate your restraint.” She smirked, “I needed at least a little rest. It seems like so long since I’ve really slept.” She lifted up and placed what was meant to be a soft simple kiss onto his lips, but quickly turned deep and thorough. “Now with that being said, now that I’m rested, is there anything else you would like to do?”
“Sunshine, where you are concerned, there is always something else I’d rather be doing.” He said, leaning in close to her, while his hand roamed down and planted itself on the small of her back, as if offering comfort to what he learned could potentially be her pain.
He felt guilty, researching what he did, but he also felt something else. Did he pry too much into her privacy? Something that he wasn’t sure how he truly felt about it. Was it anger? How will she react when he confronts her about it? He wasn’t sure but he knew they would be discussing the situation very soon. Not to make her embarrassed, that would be the furthest thing from his mind, but because he wanted her to feel like she could tell him; that she would want to tell him that part of her life. Lola had come to mean a great deal to him. More than he thought possible, and more than he was willing to comfortably admit. Not because he was ashamed of her in any way, but more because he was ashamed of himself. How could he dare expect anyone to feel anything for him, when Olympus was so much a part of his life. Was he willing to give that part of himself up? He honestly didn’t know, but he did know he would be willing to consider it for Lola. Nothing was clearer to him when he watched this beautiful, strong and amazing woman sleep. He’s never enjoyed sharing a bed with anyone, yet to have Lola here, just felt right to him.
“So, I wanted to ask you something. Would you mind if I took Boyd back to ride Blossom? I thought it would be something he and I could do together.”
Lola was
n’t expecting that to come out of Wes’ mouth. What was it about Wes asking to spend time with Boyd alone, that had her uncomfortable. Then it dawned on her. Boyd was going to get extremely attached to Wes, more than he already is, then when things ended between them, Boyd would be devastated and Lola would be the one left explaining why they wouldn’t be a happy little family. Hearing Wes ask to spend time alone with Boyd, brought back all her fears as to him even meeting Boyd. This was complicating their relationship. This was about sex…wasn’t it? It would be one thing for Lola to lose her heart in this, but to drag Boyd down too, she didn’t know if she could live through that.
Without answering the question, Lola asked one of her own, “Do you ever date?”
Surprised by her inquiry, Wes leaned back and took a few minutes before responding, “No, not really.” Watching for a reaction, and disappointed when she showed none, he explained further. “Women, on a whole, don’t understand or want my need for unrealistic detachment. Most women, want the emotional connection with whomever they are dating. I mean, I guess, technically, I can take anyone out to dinner. Hell, I could even take them to bed afterwards, but I’m neither that much of an asshole nor do I want to be bothered.” Pausing to ensure his words were right, he continued. “Fucking is for one thing only…to get off. I have a way to get off without spending money or hours on dinner schmoozing someone that ultimately is either going to hate me for it or hate themselves for it. I know going into such a situation is only going to make me utterly not enjoy myself and worse, make them somehow potentially regret their decision to be with me, thinking the problem is them. Women, generally, always are expecting something else out of it that I have no intention of giving.”
“So, you are not enjoying yourself now?” Cocking an eyebrow up at Wes before continuing, “Or you don’t think just any woman would enjoy this? Or you?” She continued looking to Wes for some type of explanation or clarification, because right now she was wondering if she was part of his ‘fucking only’ routine. Wes continued to look without saying anything, as if he knew she wasn’t quite done. “I can attest to you not having a problem getting someone to enjoy you between the sheets.” Trying to break his silence and lighten the mood.
“Well that’s just it, Sunshine. Very few women do I take between the sheets. A bed is made for fucking, plain and simple. You can fuck without pulling back the sheets. Hell, to be honest, I prefer other surfaces to a bed; a bed seems too emotional and presumptuous, but does have its conveniences.”
How was she responding to this? How were his words affecting her? Even to his own ears, it made him sound like the biggest, selfish asshole on the planet, yet he couldn’t help but give her his honesty. “Some people aren’t as open to this lifestyle or taste, but you seem to be. Since you have reminded me of what I know to be a talent of getting a woman off, I think we’ve talked enough, now is time for action. I have a fuck bucket list, and you, Lola, have just become the one that I plan on crossing everything off with.”
How the emotion and intent of this conversation had changed, but just at his hint of his intention had her fine with stopping their talk and using this wonderful bed for things other than pillow talk, starting right now.
“Who am I to deny a dying man’s wish.” She whispered, before he claimed her lips in the beginning of what she was sure was going to be another amazing sexual experience, and she intended to enjoy every moment of it while it lasted.
“I wasn’t expecting you to show up with the dream man. I take it you had fun last night?” Aimee asked with a wink. Lola and Aimee were alone in her office, while Aimee looked for the geological assessment that the building inspector was asking for.
Lola put her hands on the blue folder that Aimee was frantically looking for without answering her friend’s question.
“You know, this is getting old. Come on, I’m living vicariously through you. I never have time for smoking hot sex. I’m lucky I have time for brushing my teeth lately. Now with this,” as she waved the blue folder in the air. “It cannot be good. Why else would a building inspector come out…unannounced…on a Sunday?” Aimee grunted, as she tried to straighten up her desk from the havoc she caused looking for the file.
Lola felt guilty. Aimee was running herself ragged. She was at Aaron’s Place at least 14 hours a day, and when she wasn’t there, she was working, shopping or planning something to do with the center, if she didn’t have Boyd. She never said no to Lola when Lola needed to work, and Aimee was so flexible when it came to Lola’s sometimes changing shifts. Lola tried to help out as much as she could at Aaron’s Place, trying to take some of the stress off Aimee, but it never seemed enough.
“Oh will you stop. I know that look! Will you please stop feeling bad for me. I do what I do, because I want to! You and Boyd are like family to me, I wouldn’t help out with him if I didn’t want too. Besides, he is a walk in the park.” Leaning back in her chair, knowing the mess was just going to have to wait.
Boyd!?! A walk in the park? Were they talking about the same kid?
“Um, Aimee, I think you might have gotten the straightening iron a little too close to your skull, because you are speaking crazy talk.” Lola said as she made a circular motion with her finger next to her temple, as she took the seat across from Aimee’s desk.
“Very funny. No, I’m serious. Boyd is an angel for me. He never talks back or gives me a hard time. He saves that all for you, Sweetie. Maybe if you lightened up on him a bit, he wouldn’t grate on you so much.” Aimee cringed, regretting her words the instant they were out.
“Really, Aimee? Why don’t you tell me how you really feel.” Lola snapped. She was happy that Boyd was angelic for Aimee, after all he was with her more often than Lola wanted, but still, Lola thinks Aimee might be looking through rose colored glasses toward her brother. “Look, Aimee, you know I would be sunk without you, but let me be concerned about Boyd, okay?”
The friends didn’t speak any more about Boyd. With file in hand, they walked outside to where Jerry, Wes, S&D’s construction supervisor, and the building inspector stood. Lola kept back as the group answered questions and discussed code details as well as the updated plan modifications.
The group was now off to the almost finished aquatic building. Wes looked over the much shorter man’s head across from him, and winked at Lola. She winked back and nodded with her head for him to join the group. As she watched them head off in the direction of the site, Lola turned on her heels and headed back into the center. She found Boyd and the others having a four on three football game on one of the massive screens. Lola melted into one of the recliners and watched the realistic looking players, play a good game. She watched as Boyd’s profile showed enjoyment and excitement at the screen. Perhaps it was because his team was winning, or because he didn’t know she was there, or maybe because the game platform showed them to be playing on the field at Gillette Stadium, who knew. She watch for several minutes before Boyd was aware of her presence.
Turning from his friends, “Hey Lola. Did you have sex with Wes last night?” Boyd asked. With hoots and hollers from his fellow gamers.
Before Lola could fade into the fabric of her recliner, Wes picked that time to go looking for Lola. “Uh, well that was bad timing on my part.” Wes stated with a small smile and a tinge of red to his cheeks.
Running over and grabbing on to Wes’ wrist, he pulled. “Hey, Wes. Are you here to play video games? Move over KP, let Wes sit down. Everyone, this is Wes. He’s my friend.”
“Hey, Boyd, my man. How’s it going?” allowing the teen to pull him.
“Good. I’ve already beat all my friends on the newest Madden. Want to play?” Boyd asked as he pulled Wes toward the group.
“Wish I could, but I actually have to head out to the equestrian site. Thought Lola would want to join me.” He said, as he ruffled Boyd’s dark head, and looked toward Lola.
“Can I come?” Boyd asked Wes, but then looked toward his sister.
Lola was just
about to respond for him to remain, when Wes responded with, “Absolutely. Come on.”
With a group of boys that now wanted to join in on the jaunt, Lola found herself saying , “Guys, Boyd will be right back, why don’t you wait here.”
The trio walked out of the center, into the sunlight. Wes and Boyd were talking about what kind of things Boyd has seen here at the center as far as the different construction vehicles and such, and Wes told him what each piece of equipment did. Lola found herself following behind, walking in silence, watching as the pair in front of her conversed. Wes was so patient with Boyd’s endless questions. Boyd, through his excitement, stuttered, yet Wes patiently waited until Boyd asked his question, and then answered in kind. He really was a good guy. It must have been horrible to lose his brother. Lola hasn’t asked him about Christopher at all, unsure if he would want to talk about him. Then Lola’s eye changed from the tall gorgeous man to the smaller one, that she considered just as gorgeous.
“Look Lola, the building is done. Look at all the windows!” Boyd said, as he abandoned his partner and ran toward the building.
“Boyd! Don’t go near there.”
“He’s fine Lola. Look, the crew is showing him around.” Wes said, as one of the S&D construction workers gave Boyd a hard hat and took him on a tour.
“Look, I get it, you want to be nice, but they don’t need to be bothered with him, they have work to do.”
“Will you relax. He’s fine,” as he pulled Lola toward his chest. He could feel her rigidness and he didn’t like it. He began to rub small circles on her lower back, slowly allowing his long fingers to extend downward, touching her fabulous ass. “I promise, he’s fine. Now, I believe it is time to pay the toll.” He leaned down and claimed a quick kiss before breaking and saying, “Speaking of Boyd, you never answered me this morning. May I take him riding?”