by Jordan Marie
“Christ, in all these years, how did I not know you were a lunatic?” I huff, unlatching my bra and thankful that at least this time, there’s a front clasp. “There! Satisfied now?”
“Pinch your nipples.”
“White…”
“Play with your nipples for me, Buttercup. Better yet, hold your breast for me.”
“Hold it? Like this?” I ask, holding my hands under them, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited at the moment. I can feel my panties getting wet just from the way he’s watching my breasts. My eyes go to his cock and I watch his firm hand stroke back and forth on it. It’s a mesmerizing movement, one that I think if I watched for a thousand years, I still wouldn’t get tired of. When I feel his lips suck one of my nipples into his wet, hot mouth, I gasp both in surprise and at the delicious beauty of it. My fingers go to his hair to hold his lips closer, forgetting where we are, forgetting everything but White.
“You like that, Buttercup?” he groans once he lets go of my nipple and then starts paying the same attention to the other one.
“God, yes.”
“Damn it. Every time I’m with you, I think I will get used to how you taste and react, but it never fails to surprise me,” he groans, sucking as much of my breast as he can into his mouth. I hold onto him as he plays, sucking the nipple, biting on my breast and making me feel like I could come at any minute.
“Is that a bad thing?” I gasp as he bites hard into the tender globe of my breast. There will be teeth marks and bruises there. I’ve had them every morning since we’ve been sleeping with each other, and I love them. I wake up to inspect my body, only feeling relief and happiness when I find proof of White’s ownership. I belong to him. His marks make me believe that’s what he wants as much as I do.
“It’s not enough. This isn’t going to work,” he growls, letting go of my breast. He pushes the magazines onto the floor in a pile of glossy tits and ass on pages that look well-worn. I try not to think of that particular aspect and instead focus on the fact that White wanted me over the magazines. Silly? Probably, but I don’t care. It feels like a victory all the same—at least until I listen to his words.
“White?”
He doesn’t answer me. Instead, he is shaking his head. “Not enough room there,” he grumbles, looking at the table he knocked the magazines off of.
“What are you talking about?”
He doesn’t answer, he’s so deep in thought that I’m not sure he hears me. Then he looks at the little computer nook and smiles. Before I can question him, he lifts me up.
“White! Put me down! I’m too heavy!” I cry, holding onto his shoulders as he sets me on the computer desk. It’s not exactly comfortable. There’s a keyboard pressing into my thigh. I look at him like he’s insane. It should be a look he is familiar with these days. “What are you doing??”
“Spanking your ass if you don’t quit insinuating you’re fat. I told you, I fucking love your body.”
“White—Oh my God! What are you doing now?” I literally screech as he reaches under my skirt and yanks off my panties, pushing them down to the floor. I watch them fall and wince because they look really big there. Did I really wear granny-panties today only to have sex in a doctor’s exam area? Maybe White won’t notice…
“What the hell are these things?” he growls, and I look to find him staring at my panties too.
“They’re underwear,” I tell him with heated cheeks.
“No, they aren’t.”
“Yes, they are. They’re the proper kind you wear to a doctor’s office, or when you’re going on a long trip.”
“A long trip?”
“Yeah. In case you get in a car accident. You don’t want the paramedics to find you not wearing any and you’d rather not have them look at your sexy panties and think you’re a whore, so you wear…”
“Granny panties.”
“They’re not granny panties,” I defend, lying through my teeth.
“You’re wound up entirely too tight, Buttercup. Damn, if I’m not going to have fun unwinding you…”
“Unwinding me? You mean by convincing me to have sex in a doctor’s office with people right outside the door?”
“Among other things. But if it makes you feel better, this won’t last long, and then you can pull your skirt down and be a proper lady—at least ‘til I get you home.”
“What won’t last long?” I ask him, but I really shouldn’t have because the minute I feel his fingers push inside of me, I know exactly what he’s talking about.
“God, you’re so wet and ready,” he groans. Hell, maybe I’m the one groaning as his fingers plunge inside, scissor apart and stretch me, before receding, only to plunge right back in. It just takes two or three strokes like this before I hear his fingers push in against the sticky wetness of my pussy. His fingers are big and wide and when he pulls them apart, it feels full, but it’s nowhere near to the sensation I get when his dick is inside of me, and right now that’s what I’m craving above all things—even though I know I can’t have it.
“White, make me come,” I whisper as he pushes his fingers back inside, this time adding his thumb to my clit, pushing against it while stroking it at the same time.
“I plan on it, honey. All over my cock.”
“But you can’t! You have to save it to—”
“I’ll pull out in time to capture enough for the doctor,” he tells me, and I want to argue. I want to tell him that the lab might pick up traces of my cream and it might cause his tests to be wrong. All thought stops though the minute he pulls me to the edge of the little desk, and then pushes inside of me with his hard cock.
CHAPTER 45
WHITE
“Fuck, Kayla. You have a magic pussy,” I groan, when I finally get inside of her. I hear her laugh and happiness clicks inside of me. Making Kayla laugh daily has become a goal of mine. Making her lose herself in the way we fit together—and having fun while doing it—is a necessity. I don’t know who the fuck has made her so self-conscious about her body, but when I find out, I’m going to kill the bastard. She’s beautiful and wears it effortlessly, but she doesn’t realize it at all.
“Have I told you that you’re crazy?” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my shoulders while her legs cling to my hips, pulling me in closer.
I reach under her knees and pull her up, scooting her in as much as I can. It doesn’t matter what I do, she’ll never be close enough. With Kayla, I always want more.
“You like my kind of crazy,” I groan as I thrust back inside of her, riding her hard and fast.
“Shut up and fuck me,” she whispers as her nails bite into my shoulders. That’s my wildcat: shy and timid, but honest enough to give into the passion we have with each other. God, I was so stupid to have not seen her sooner, to not know what I could have with her.
“In a hurry, honey?”
“I’m trying to ignore that this keyboard I’m sitting on is sticky,” she mutters, biting into my chest. The little sting of pain spurs me on almost as much as her words.
“I’ll make sure to take you home and fuck you in the shower next,” I moan, or at least I think I do. I can’t be sure. I’m getting close and I’m too busy mourning the fact that I have to pull out and leave her warm body. I’m not about to leave her until she’s done, however. I reach down between us, using my finger to find her clit, then push and rub against it while I’m thrusting into her. She’s like live fireworks in my arms. She goes off in a hundred directions, crying out my name loudly, her body vibrating around me and squeezing my cock so hard that it takes all I have not to follow her.
I stay inside until the last minute possible. I pull my cock out and feel a sense of pride when I see her cream covering it. If we had time, I’d make her suck it off. I resist—barely. Her hands slam down on the table as if she’s afraid she might fall, now that I’m not there to lean on.
“Keep those legs open, Kayla. I want to see that pussy when I come,” I order
her, not recognizing my own voice. She obeys, and I wonder exactly how this is going to work as I grab the cup while wishing I could somehow come all over her body at the same time. It’s almost enough to make me cool off, unable to come. Then Kayla does something unexpected. She reaches down, moving her fingers over her clit, slowly sliding two fingers apart to separate her pussy for me. Sweet Jesus.
One stroke. Two.
“I miss you inside of me, White,” she whispers like a siren, calling to me. This woman could easily be my destruction. Her fingers push inside her tight channel and that’s it. I grab the fucking cup and stroke again. I’m done for. Which is a good thing because just as I start to unload, moans fill the room.
My eyes tear away from Kayla to the source. On the computer screen behind her is a woman naked, her legs spread similarly to Kayla’s—the view nowhere near as good. She’s moaning and licking around a giant purple… eggplant? I’ve not watched a lot of porn, and since I became old enough to discover the real thing, I rarely watch it. Nothing you see on the television could get close to the pleasure I can find inside a woman. Since I met Kayla, I haven’t even thought about it. So, I know what’s she going to do, because well, it’s porn. But, Kayla apparently is not as prepared.
“What’s she going to do with a zucchini?” Kayla asks.
“I thought that was an eggplant,” I say inanely as I try to get the damn cup closed. Very little made it into the cup. I actually seem to have splattered more on the desk and Kayla’s leg. Guess that explains why the keyboard is sticky.
“She can’t be. Oh, gross. That can’t be sanitary!” Kayla cries.
“Get dressed, honey, and let’s get out of here.”
“Is that other chick going to put an eggplant inside of her, too?” she cries, her eyes glued to the screen now. Sure enough, there’s a second woman now inserting what is apparently an eggplant in the first woman, right alongside the zucchini. Eggplants are purple. Interesting. They’re also much wider. “Oh, that’s gonna hurt,” Kayla says, and well, I have to agree with her. I reach over and click off the screen just as the woman starts crying like an abandoned calf. It was probably supposed to sound sexy, but my balls are slowly receding up inside of me. If I ever want to have sex again, that has got to go.
“I may never look at vegetables and fruits in the same way again,” Kayla mourns.
“Get dressed and I’ll take you home and fuck the memory out of your brain,” I say with a grin, hoping to God the image doesn’t come back and ruin my plans.
“You got messy,” she grumbles, looking at her leg. I reach down and grab those god-awful panties she had been wearing and dry her off, as well as wipe up the outside of the cup. “White! Those are my panties! What am I supposed to wear now?”
“Not these. In fact, never these. When we get home, I’m going to personally destroy every pair of these you own.”
“Oh, shut up. They’re not that bad. They’re perfectly respectable for public viewing.”
“Public viewing? Like a corpse at a funeral? See, Buttercup? You should never, ever describe panties like that. They’re gone.”
“God, you’re an ass. What am I supposed to wear out of here now?”
“Your skirt. Be nice to me and I’ll play with your pussy on the ride home. Easier access,” I tell her with a leer.
“You want me to go around in public—at a doctor’s office no less—without panties??”
“That about sums it up.” I take the panties and throw them in the trash. Before I completely let go of them, however, she yanks them out of my hand.
“Don’t throw them out here! Everyone will see them! I’ll just have to wear them. Maybe I can turn them inside out or something.”
I grab them back from her and stuff them in the pocket of my jeans. It’s not easy because damn, they really are granny panties.
“There’s no way these are going back on you.”
“White!”
“If you don’t hurry, I’m taking your bra away too.”
“You’re such an asshole!” she grumbles, getting dressed.
Maybe I need to start spanking her ass more…
CHAPTER 46
KAYLA
“What are you doing?”
“Dying,” I groan to White as he comes in the bedroom door. I’m sitting on the bed with my head near a vaporizer, hoping the mint somehow fulfills the magic promises that the box says and unstops my head, which now feels like it weighs a million pounds.
“Oh, you are not,” White chastises, taking the vaporizer and putting it in the floor. He gets on the bed and pulls me over so I can rest my head on his stomach. If I could breathe, it’d be great. I close my eyes and concentrate on the way his hands move through my hair. “Should I take you to the doctor?”
“I already went today. Sinus infection. He gave me some antibiotics and nose spray.”
“Did it help?”
“Too early to know about the antibiotic, but the nose spray didn’t help, and I hate it. There’s something you should know about me, White.”
“What’s that, sweetheart?”
“I’d make a very bad druggie. Under no circumstance should things be squirted up your nose.”
“I see.”
“I’m serious,” I whine.
“I’ll take note. What can I do to help you?”
“Go away and let me die in peace.”
“Seems like we’ve been here before,” he says and I can hear the laughter in his voice. If it wasn’t for feeling like I was on death’s door, I’d probably sock him in the stomach or maybe lower. “How about I make you some chicken soup and we curl up and watch a movie the rest of the night? It can be one of your chick flicks if you want. I’ll suffer through it like the good boyfriend that I am.”
“Are you?”
“Am I what?”
“My boyfriend?”
“Well, I’m a little too old to be considered a boy, I guess, but for lack of a better word, it will have to do.”
“So we’re going steady? That’s swell.”
“You may feel bad, but you’re still smart-mouthed.”
“It’s a gift. Let’s watch The Rock.”
“A man insecure in his manhood would be bothered by your obsession with him.”
“Good thing that’s not you, right?”
“Good thing. Maybe you need to be reminded that you have the only man you need in your bed. One, I might add, who stays rock hard whenever you’re around.”
“Um… I’m sick. Sex sounds gross.”
“I’ll make you change your mind,” he responds, and as bad as I feel, I’m almost tempted…
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Sure it is, and as a reward, I’ll let you keep your legs up in the air afterwards for fifteen minutes.”
“Fifteen? What for?”
“We’ll put a pillow under you and hold your lower body up at an angle so my little soldiers are sure to barricade themselves in your sweet little pussy.”
“You’re insane.”
“But I’m amazing in bed, so it averages out,” he says with a grin, his hand moving under my shirt to gently rub my stomach.
“I’m just not in the mood.”
“We’ll see what I can do to change that,” he says, and I would have thought it was impossible, but despite how bad I feel, White proceeds to prove me wrong.
CHAPTER 47
WHITE
“Hello, White.”
Rachel, Kayla’s sister. My stomach curls at the sound of her voice on the other line. I’m not sure why she’s calling, but I’m sure nothing good can come from it.
“Kayla’s not here.”
“Well, I know that silly. I called your apartment, not Kayla’s. I was hoping you and I could meet up this weekend. I’d like to catch up with you if I can. It’s been too long.”
“Sorry, I can’t. Kayla and I are headed out of town this weekend.”
“You’re going out of town with Kayla? I know
you guys are best friends, but aren’t you spending a little too much time with my sister? I mean, it’s sweet of you and all to watch out for her, but…”
“Kayla and I are dating. We have been for a while now,” I tell her cutting her off.
“You’re dating?”
“Yes. Seriously. She lives here now.” Okay, I might have embellished a little. Technically Kayla doesn’t live here, but she is here most of the time, and the days she’s not, I’m at her place. I think that’s close enough.
“Kayla moved in with you?” Rachel asks, and the tone of her voice, for some reason, sends chills down my spine. “You and Kayla are living together?”
“Yes. Don’t sound so surprised. Kayla and I have always been really close.”
“I guess so. I just can’t figure out why she’s never mentioned it.”
“You two have always been pretty distant with each other,” I defend, but I must admit that I wish Kayla had said something, too. Who am I kidding? I want her to shout it out to everyone that she’s my woman.
“I guess so. I’m just finding it hard to believe that White Lucas, professional football player, the man who stars in a million wet dreams by every woman who breathes, could settle for someone like my sister.”
“What do you mean??” I ask her, warning bells ringing. Why do I feel like I might have just found the source of Kayla’s insecurities about her body right here?
“Come on, White. You can’t tell me, of all the women who throw themselves at your feet, you prefer someone like Kayla.”
“Someone like Kayla?”
“Yes! I mean, would it kill her to go to a gym once in a while? Still, she does have a sweet personality, and I suppose men can like that kind of thing. I just expected you with someone sexier, someone who would fit into your world and make life easier for you.”
“Someone like you, you mean?”
“Well, we did have quite a night together back—”
“I was drunk off my ass or I never would have crashed at your place, Rachel. Listen, I have to go. Kayla and I have plans this evening.”