HIS Everything

by Frankie Love

I pull her up on her knees, my hand wrapping around her chest holding her breasts in my hands, my mouth on her neck kissing her shoulders, breathing warm air into her ears, kissing her hard, pulling her head around and finding her lips.

  Then she moves, she faces me, both of us kneeling as if in prayer.

  And maybe we are, maybe this is the holiest fucking moment of our lives. I kiss her again, her lips soft and tender, but I can’t help but bite those pretty pink things.

  My cock is damn hard, and I’m unable to help myself. Then I’m on my back, pulling her on top of me, letting her inch down my boxers so she sees what I have for her.

  “It’s so big. So, huge.” She shakes her head in disbelief, her fingers wrapping around my stiff dick as if it’s a magic fucking wand. And in that moment, I could swear to God it is. It’s gonna cast a spell on her alright.

  She straddles me, looking down at my cock and wondering what she’s going to do with it.

  “You know what to do, baby. Remember?” I whisper. “We’ve done this plenty of times before.” I hint at our roleplaying from earlier and it seems to calm her, remembering our flirtatious words––words that said I was her husband and she was my wife. “You said that tonight you wanted to be filled with my baby gravy. I’m gonna give my girl what she wants.”

  The words give her confidence because she starts stroking me, up and down. And then her mouth comes closer to my tip, her pink tongue darting out, licking the pre-come from me like she’s a little pussy cat. She looks up at me with a mischievous smile.

  “This is what you wanted, husband?”

  I groan. Damn this woman is something else.

  “Yes,” I tell her, knowing all I want right now is her.

  Her.

  And she is mine.

  Chapter 4

  Avery

  I lean over him, straddling his gorgeous body, wondering how I got here. This morning I was driving Maria’s kids around, got groceries at Trader Joe’s and reorganized the Tupperware cabinet.

  And now? Now I’m here at a luxury hotel room with a man hotter than my imagination could even conjure up.

  He’s flawless. When he took off his shirt and I saw his muscles ... well, I’d say my knees went weak, but it was really my pussy that lost control.

  Everything about him screams I am all man. I know what you need. I will take care of you.

  And it stirs awake every part of my womanhood, my natural instincts, and deepest desires.

  Maybe it’s crazy to think a stranger would want to do that for me, but right now? I feel like he would do anything I asked.

  And that makes me want to make him happy.

  That makes me want to take care of him in a way I’ve always dreamt about.

  And I know this might only last one night, I mean––of course this will only last one night.

  I’m a nanny, and I don’t know what he is, but I’m guessing he has money. Lots of it. His clothes are designer, this room is elite, and this man knows who he is, and it seems like he knows what he wants.

  And as I run my hand up and down his thick cock, I can’t help but wonder... why does he want me?

  I look down at him, and I realize then that his eyes say it all.

  There is something about me he genuinely is attracted to.

  He runs his hands over my hips, holding me in place, he looks at me with so much passion, so much yearning, that my whole body is filled with desire.

  To be wanted like this by a man like him? It’s more than I ever imagined for myself.

  “Come on, baby, I need you to sit down on me like a good wife should.” He smacks my ass again, playfully, and I lift up my knees, moving his velvety rod into my wet pussy. “That’s it,” he tells me.

  I bite my bottom lip, feeling him inside me. When we are together it’s like he’s cracking me open and in half, yet somehow making me whole.

  “Oh, my God, we’re really having sex.” The statement makes him grin. It makes him run his hands over my arms, over my shoulders, past my neck, cupping my face with both his hands, pulling me toward him. Kissing my lips. Kissing me so hard, yet with such tenderness that I can’t help but whimper beneath him.

  Above him?

  I don’t even know where I am.

  He is in me.

  He is where he belongs.

  He is my everything.

  “I’m popping my baby’s cherry,” he says with a smile.

  I smile too, my body flooding with emotion at this amazing reality. I am making love with the hottest man I’ve ever seen.

  “I think we’re shucking,” I tell him with a laugh. That makes him laugh too, and it puts me at ease.

  He sinks deeper into me. It’s as if our laughter allows my body to open in a way that hadn’t been possible moments before.

  “Oh, we’re shucking all right.” And he pulls me toward him as if he needs me closer. As close as we can go.

  I’ll go wherever he wants.

  He runs his hands over my breasts, kissing them as I rock gently over him.

  “You like that?” he asks as I move fast. I’m full in the best possible way, rolling my hips in a circle.

  He so big, and it hurts, but not so much that I want it to stop. And I’m thinking that maybe it never will. Maybe we can keep shucking for the rest of our lives.

  “You can go as fast as you like, as fast as your pussy demands,” he tells me.

  I love how he leads the way, but still, tells me I can do as I please.

  I move faster, around and around, as his big cock goes deeper inside me. As he fills me up completely, I realize with a gasp how truly massive he is.

  “It’s okay,” he tells me. “Shh, it’s okay, you were getting excited there,” he says kissing my cheek, my ear, my nose.

  I was,” I tell him, moaning. “I was getting all hot and bothered.”

  “That’s okay, baby. But sometimes it’s just as good to go nice and slow as it is to go fast and hard.”

  “I want to go all those ways with you,” I tell him. “I don’t care if that sounds crazy. And I’m not sure where our role-playing started and where it ends. All I know is that how I feel right now is how I want to feel forever.”

  “Oh, good God, woman,” he says as if my words were more of an aphrodisiac than those oysters were. He holds my hips again, and then lifts me up from the bed and rolls me over, towering over me, his elbows on either side of my body as he thrusts deeply inside of me.

  “I want you on your back when I fill you with my come,” he tells me.

  Maybe it’s crazy to not have a stranger wear a condom. Maybe it’s crazy to just give myself over to a man I know nothing about.

  I don’t care. I’m tired of playing it safe. I’m tired of not getting what I want. And right now, the only thing I want is him.

  Him. Him. And I have him.

  I have him buried deep inside of me. So, when he thrusts hard into my swollen pussy I cry out in pleasure. I don’t think about the pain.

  I call out the name I have decided to give him for this roleplay, “Oh husband, husband, yes. Fuck me.”

  And he does.

  He fucks me hard, a sensation I never imagined having today.

  But I have it. I have it.

  He thrusts in me again, and I feel his warm seed filling me up, his come deep inside of me and that’s what I want.

  We may have been joking about baby gravy, but the truth is I wasn’t joking all. That is what I want. I want him. And I want him now. I want to be his everything, forever.

  “Oh, yes,” I moan, coming again, crashing into him as his arms wrap around me. And my arms wrap around him, our lips on one another.

  Our kisses deep and tender and true.

  Our bodies sweaty and spent.

  Our hearts wide open and willing.

  Our hands laced together as one.

  This is all I’ve ever wanted.

  His phone rings. My body tenses.

  He reaches over the bed and grabs his phone. He lo
oks at the number, reads a text.

  “Everything okay?” I can’t help but ask. His cock is still inside of me.

  “Fuck,” he groans.

  “What?” I ask a question I don’t have any right to know the answer to. He owes me nothing.

  But he just gave me everything

  “I got to go back to work. Stat.”

  “Now?”

  “What kind of job...?” I shake my head. We said no talking about work tonight. No business. Just pleasure.

  “Never mind,” I tell him. “But do you really have to go?”

  “I really do.” He brushes the hair back from my forehead and kisses me again.

  I breathe him in, he’s a smell I swear I’ll never forget.

  He smells like worn leather and pine trees and cinnamon.

  “That’s okay. I know this was just a silly...” I shake my head as he moves out of me. He hands me a tissue to wipe myself.

  “Shush, it wasn’t a silly anything. Tonight was...” He sighs. “Tonight was everything.”

  “It was, wasn’t it?”

  “What nights do you have off?” he asks.

  “I have Thursdays and Fridays off. You?”

  “I work a lot, but after this emergency, I’m gonna be straighter with what I need. And right now, I need my little Lolita back here next Thursday. Same time, same place. You and me at the oyster bar, then we’ll come here. And we won’t leacve for 48 hours, understood?”

  I smile. This is more than I expected. “Do you think we can get a sitter, husband?”

  He smiles at me, shaking his head as he reaches for his jeans.

  “I know we can, wifey. Anything for you.”

  I raise my eyebrows, wrapping the sheet around me, “Anything?”

  “What are your favorite flowers? I want to bring you what you like,” he says.

  “I like daisies. But honestly, can I tell you something?” I ask.

  “You can tell me anything. Except for your name and where you really work. We’re gonna go slow. Because I have a feeling, whatever is happening between us, it’s going to last.”

  “Okay,” I say, my heart expanding at his words. “I honestly don’t like the idea of guys bringing girls flowers.” His eyebrows furrow and I go on. “I think bouquets are kind of a waste. I’d rather have the actual plant. Something I can put in the ground and cover with dirt and water and watch grow. I want something that’s not going to die in a week. I want something that’s going to last.”

  My words are truer than most I’ve ever spoken.

  I don’t want a relationship that is thrown away either. I want something that I can watch blossom. Something that has the potential to flourish.

  “You stay here, as long as you need tonight,” he says. “I’ll see you in a week.”

  He kisses me before he leaves. A stranger. A mystery. A promise.

  He leaves and I close my eyes, never wanting to lose what I just found.

  Chapter 5

  Liam

  I’ve done a lot of stupid shit in my life. I drank too much tequila in Mexico at an all-inclusive resort. They say the drinks are free, but I promise, you pay for it. I jumped off the roof in college, landing on a trampoline and breaking my arm. Oh, and I bought a convertible when I lived in Seattle. It rains so much here that I rarely get to take the roof down.

  But nothing, nothing even remotely comes close to how stupid it was that I left my Lolita in that hotel room without knowing so much as her first name.

  I know how she looks when her body is overcome with an orgasm.

  Her eyes close tightly, her lips part, her breath grows short.

  I know what she looks like when she’s splayed out on a bed wearing nothing at all.

  The curve of her hip, the dimples in her thighs, the perky rise of her tits.

  And I know that she is sweet and open-minded and generous.

  But I don’t know her goddamn name.

  And promising to meet a week after we’ve met means nothing because a week without her is pure agony.

  Torture.

  I googled her, but the search is pretty futile.

  What do you search besides: beautiful woman in Seattle?

  What do you search besides: the one that got away?

  What do you search besides: a goddamn angel sent from heaven just for me?

  I can’t find her. So, I have to wait.

  And I wait all week, each night stroking my big, hard cock at the memory of her. I come in a hot shower, imagining her there on her knees, sucking me off with her nice perfect lips, with her luscious tits grinding against me.

  But it isn’t enough.

  I tasted her once and I need to taste her again.

  So I wait.

  And finally, it’s Thursday. I get off work, making sure everyone knows how absolutely clear I am when I say I will not be checking in on any of my patients, no matter how dire the situation.

  I may be the leading surgeon at Seattle City Hospital, but I need a night off. If my phone rings -- I will not answer it.

  This is why need a new fucking job. A job that can give me balance, give me enough time to focus on the other things that matter.

  Her.

  Her.

  Because right now, I swear to God she’s all that matters.

  I show up at the bar, with my potted plant in my arm. I set it on the stool next to mine, order the same drinks we had last week and two dozen oysters.

  The bartender hands me my vodka soda and I drink it fast, my nervous energy getting the best of me. I already called the Four Seasons and booked a room for the night.

  She says she doesn’t like bouquets of flowers, but I ordered rose petals to be strewn across the bed. I plan on drawing her a bath tonight and letting her soak in it while I finger fuck her. Let her soak in it while I drink her in.

  And this time, I’m gonna tell her my name. I’m gonna make plans for us. Plans that will last longer than one night once a week.

  Because after one night with this woman I know I can’t spend another week apart.

  “The ice is gonna melt,” the bartender says, pointing to Lolita’s drink.

  “She’ll be here,” I tell him. I check my phone. Only 10 minutes past the time we met last week.

  I was gonna wait to have the oysters with her, but I have a few. I finish my first drink and order another.

  I check my phone again, 30 minutes.

  45 minutes.

  Then an hour.

  At this point, I’ve had two vodka sodas and a dozen oysters and I feel my body tighten. My shoulders tense. I run my hand through my hair trying to not freak out. My girl would not play me like a fool.

  She needed me, wanted me, the same way I needed and wanted her.

  Her words were not jokes, not make-believe. We may have been role-playing, but the things that we said to one another were as true as anything.

  I need her.

  She is my everything.

  I had her once but I need her again.

  But now 90 minutes have passed and she’s not here.

  I finish the oysters and have a third vodka tonic.

  I wrack my brain, trying to think. What do I really know about her? Everything we said was pretend.

  We may have revealed parts of our truest selves, but they weren’t facts. They weren’t anything that will get me closer to her if I don’t have her name. I don’t know where she lives, where she works.

  I have no photograph.

  I know nothing about her.

  I wait because I don’t care if I look like a fucking fool sitting here alone nursing a glass of water.

  I wait until the bar closes because you never fucking know.

  I wait because I won’t give up on her. I can’t.

  I wait because I love a woman I just met.

  I wait.

  She never shows.

  Chapter 6

  Avery

  In the morning I wake slowly, relishing this luxurious room at the Four Season
s, washing my hair with the fancy shampoo and conditioner and blow dry it slowly. I dress in the clothes I wore the night before because I have nothing else to put on.

  And I savor the fact that I am not in my room at Maria’s house. The job is live-in -- which is helpful considering I get paid just above minimum wage -- but my room is adjacent to the playroom. Meaning I hear every cry and demand from the kids. A room situated in a place that without a doubt, wakes me up before Maria and her husband each day.

  But today there were no kids tiptoeing into my bedroom, no breakfast to make and no diaper to change.

  It’s my day off. And while I have a few of them a week, they always end up being no different than my days “on”. But today it is different because I am not at the house.

  Today I am at the Four Seasons.

  Today I feel like a new woman.

  After I finish dressing, I sling my purse over my shoulder and take a final look around the massive suite.

  One week and I will be here again.

  My mystery baby daddy––my husband for one night––promised it. I may not know anything about him, but there’s some magic in that. In the mystery. I know that all week long I’ll be floating on cloud nine, imagining what might happen come next Thursday.

  I’m going to find the sexiest lingerie, the skimpiest panties. I’m going to wax myself that’s for damn sure. I’m going to go online and Google how to give the best blowjob, and next week at the oyster bar, I’m going to come prepared for my man.

  I grin as I walk into the elevator and press the button to the lobby. I grin as I buy tickets for the ferry that will cross the Sound taking me back home.

  I grin as I leave the ferry terminal and walk toward the bus station. I don’t have a car of my own. I only ever drive Maria’s and so I’m taking a bus back to her place.

  My mind is filled with the memory of my baby daddy caressing my body, of him licking me for 30 minutes? An hour? It felt like an eternity, yet the same time, much too short.

  I am in such a state of absolute revelry they don’t even realize where I’m walking until it’s too late.

  I take a step and fall from the curb, and just like that, I feel something hit me. Hard. A car.