by Jayne Rylon
“Yes, ma’am.” He got back to work as she demanded.
As he suckled at her breasts, he let his hands wander over her body, petting her everywhere he’d missed. Everywhere, except there.
When he skimmed past her pussy, she protested, squirming beneath him mindlessly. Still he resisted, using his thumbs in mirror images to finish massaging her quads. Only when he’d done as thorough a job as he could manage did he let himself release her breast with one final tug of his lips to begin kissing a path along the center of her body toward her core.
He slithered downward, lowering himself between her legs until his cock was trapped almost painfully beneath his body. He might as well have been balanced on a tailpipe, considering how steely his shaft was. Unable to stop himself, he rutted against the mattress a few times then growled as he scooped his hands beneath Willie’s spectacular ass and drew her toward his open mouth.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned when his breath washed over her spread pussy.
From this close up, he could clearly see the arousal making her labia glisten and the involuntary flexing of her opening as her body primed itself for his entry. He remembered how tight she’d been around his finger when he’d eaten her on the couch and couldn’t wait to feel that taut, humid flesh hugging him again.
So he prodded the ring of muscle at her entrance. The contact of his index finger at her pussy made her clamp down and groan. So sensitive. All right, so he’d laid on the foreplay thick enough to make anyone super-horny. He wasn’t sorry.
Nor did he stop applying the steady pressure that had him sinking into her bit by bit.
“Tom!” She screamed his name and surprised the hell out of him by coming before he’d even fully embedded his finger in her channel. Wanting her to get the most out of her orgasm, he dipped his head and sucked lightly on her clit, relishing the spasms of her cunt from the inside.
When her quaking had dulled to shudders, he nuzzled her mound, moving his attention slightly off dead-center while she was recovering. Still, he never stopped the steady in and out motion of his hand or the swirls of his tongue along her glossy folds.
Before long, she moaned, so he kept going. The decadent sound came more frequently and louder as he explored the area between her legs. Leaving no part of her untouched, he stimulated all of her that he could reach with puffs of air, careful rasps of his five o’clock shadow, swipes of his tongue and lips and, of course, his fingers.
Eventually, he added a second to her pussy and allowed his pinky to rub against her back passage while he targeted her clit with his mouth.
“Tommy, wait.” She clawed at his shoulders, only spurring him on.
Burying his face against her, he increased the pace of his flickering tongue and his pumping hand.
“I want to come with you,” she shouted, her hips rocking up to meet his mouth in betrayal of her wishes.
He paused only long enough to say, “You will. Next time.”
“No. Tonight!” She misunderstood.
“Yeah, honey. Next round…or two.” He grinned at her and resumed his working of her pussy.
Conflicted, she opened her mouth and moaned, “No.” Followed by, “Yes.”
He laughed against her, the vibration sealing the deal.
Tom pushed her over the edge into rapture, consuming the arousal that accompanied her ecstasy. Nothing could have tasted sweeter to him.
Except the one thing he hadn’t yet had since they’d started this prolonged madness.
Her lips.
He lifted his left arm up and crossed it over in front of his face, wiping the excess moisture from his mouth onto his biceps, loving that she’d soaked him with her pleasure. Then he grinned as he levered himself over her and came eye to eye with the most spectacular woman alive.
“Hey there.” He rubbed his nose along hers. “How’s it going?”
“Pretty good.” Willie laughed then flung her arms around him. She hauled him against her with deceptive strength. Their chests collided and his deprived skin radiated delight from every cell that came into contact with her.
Tom couldn’t help it. He shoved himself against her then back a bit, loving how he glided along the length of her supple body now that she was saturated with oil. His cock nudged her entrance and they both froze as their playfulness turned serious.
Her knees drew up and clasped his hips.
He stared into her eyes, getting lost in the obsidian depths.
And when their mouths met, as if drawn together by some force of nature, he nearly came all over her belly.
Tom jammed a hand between them, strangling the base of his cock. He panted as he scrunched his eyes closed for a few seconds then said, with a wry twist of his lips, “Oops. Might have gotten carried away there.”
“I liked it.” Willie ran her hands down his back, using those nails of hers to drive him wild while bringing him slightly under control with the edge of pain.
“Do it again,” she begged. “But this time…I want you inside me when you kiss me. Please, Tommy. Please.”
He nodded, dislodging a couple rogue droplets of sweat from his forehead. The strain of performing for her kept building, though he refused to let either of them down when this encounter had a decent shot at smashing every best-of sex record he’d ever held.
Except here was one thing he wished he knew without asking. “Uh, Willie?”
“Tommy, if you back out now—”
“I’m not going anywhere.” He grimaced, the insistence of his arousal nearly convincing him to ignore reality for as long as it took to get off. “But… Sorry, I don’t know how it works exactly. Should have Googled this shit. Do I still need to use a condom?”
Willie grinned, enjoying his discomfort a teensy bit too much for his male pride to bear.
“Seriously, tell me now or we’ll just have to deal with the consequences.” His cock already rode the furrow of her pussy as he rubbed the blunt tip against her silky folds.
“You would, yes.” She winked at him. “Except I get hormone shots to help me through the transition period. It’s safe to be inside me bare.”
“Fuck, yes.” He reached down and took himself in hand. Aiming his cock, he set the tip at her entrance. “I’ll try to go slow. You’ll tell me if I hurt you?”
“You could never do that, Tommy.” She smiled softly up at him then nudged him toward her so that they could kiss as he finally joined their bodies as closely as their hearts and souls had been for a while, even if neither of them was ready to admit it.
He felt virginal again as he burrowed into her welcoming body, straining to fit himself to her while giving her time to accommodate his length and girth. The initial sensations of pressing within her for their first time overwhelmed him. Perfection.
Willie gasped, and he froze. She refused to surrender that easily though, instead rocking her hips upward to swallow more of his shaft. Not every woman he’d been with had been able to take all of him. She seemed unable to settle for less.
So he gave them both what they desired.
Tom devoured Willie’s cries, kissing her deeply as he began to impale her fully with short jabs accompanied by the grind of his hips. His ass flexed, driving him deeper until every inch of his cock was nestled inside her pussy.
Her sheath rippled around him, threatening to milk the come from his balls before they’d fully enjoyed their ride. He refused to shortchange either of them after anticipating this moment for nearly twelve months.
Shit, he’d been daydreaming about a twice-in-a-lifetime kind of love for a hell of a lot longer than that.
She felt amazing on his dick, smothering him and tugging at him in a way his fist could never imitate. Especially when she began to clutch the sheets in her hands and her heels drummed on the bed while her eyes rolled back a bit.
Tom had to abandon her mouth or risk getting bit when she thrashed her head from side to side. He dug his knees into the mattress and resisted the force she met him with as she bowed up, t
ensing every muscle he’d loosened, if only for a moment.
Her orgasm wrung his cock, making him freeze within her and concentrate on reciting the make, model, and year of every car he’d owned to distract himself from the temptation to spill deep within her. Not just yet.
Willie’s eyes flew open and she collapsed onto his bed, barely able to suck in enough air to keep her from passing out for the second time that day, although obviously for a much better cause this time around. He smiled at her, wrecked and loose.
“That was…incredible,” she said on an exhale that made her praise breathy and sexier than someone that worn out had a right to be.
“You mean is?” he asked, a wicked tilt to the corner of his mouth.
Willie wedged her hand between them, making him grunt when she cupped her pussy and forked her fingers around his still-stiff cock, where it was clearly speared as deeply inside her as before. Rock hard, too.
“You didn’t come?” she whispered, half in awe and maybe half in shock.
“Not yet.” He shot her a smug grin.
“You weren’t kidding about your expert-level prowess, were you?” Her lips formed a cute O as she realized he wasn’t finished with her. Still. Hell, he was certain he would never get enough of this.
“Nope.” He kissed her again, this time lingering while he flexed his hips a bit and got her used to the friction of his cock all over again. The veins on his shaft had to be bulging like those on a bodybuilder who’d taken far too many steroids at this point.
She didn’t seem to mind.
“Tommy, I appreciate the thought, but I don’t think—”
“Oh, no.” He silenced her with yet another sweep of his mouth over hers. Then whispered, “You’re coming with me. I’m not giving in to this alone.”
“But you made me—”
“Yes, and you’re far more brave than I could ever hope to be.” He laid his forehead on hers and looked deep into her eyes. “Don’t make me do this alone. I want you with me.”
“I’ll try,” she murmured as she cupped the back of his head, rubbing her hand through his hair.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help.” He gave her one last smacking buss then pushed upright so that he sat on his heels between her splayed legs.
“You’re right.” She swallowed hard as she watched him pull out entirely then reintroduce his cock to her. Repeatedly. “That might do it.”
“Oh, I haven’t even gotten started with my assistance yet.” He laughed, the sound strangled as he resisted his own mounting desire. There would be no constraining it this time.
A proficient lover, maybe. Superhuman, nope.
When he felt her melting around him again, he licked his thumb then laid his hand low on her abdomen so that his fingers splayed out over her and his thumb toyed with her clit. He leaned on her a little as he began to piston within her.
The headboard slapped the wall as he picked up steam, making him glad Quinn was safely out of the house again for the night. The ripple of her abdominal muscles against his palm had him grinning.
“Feel that, honey?” he hoped his question didn’t sound quite so much like a snarl to her ears.
“It’d be pretty damn hard not to. You’re not a small man, Tommy.”
He laughed. “I meant the way your body responds to mine. We’re made for this. For each other.”
“Yes.” She couldn’t do much more than agree.
Tom thrust into her, torn between watching the affection in her stare, the bounce of her tits, and the disappearing act of his cock as her pussy gobbled him whole, over and over.
Yeah, that part definitely won out in the end.
He strummed her clit faster, in time to the shuttling of his hips, which fused them together tighter with each escalating impalement.
Willie didn’t have to tell him she was close when she reached forward and dragged her nails down his torso from his chest to his abdomen, as if trying to cling to the moment. So he gave himself permission to unleash everything inside him, once and for all.
“Jesus!” he bellowed then fucked harder. “Take me, Willie. All of me. Fucking come on me and show me how much you love this. Me.”
If there was a hint of neediness to his command, he didn’t mind. They had nothing to hide from each other anymore. As if she could tell how badly he needed her right then, her body answered his demand, peaking right when he thought he couldn’t hold out another moment.
She came, drawing him with her into dazzling ecstasy.
Except as he poured himself deep inside her, it seemed that their rapture fed each other’s. Every spurt of come that launched from his balls splattered against her flesh as if she was a canvas and he was painting a Pollock-esque masterpiece that would never be seen, only felt. Each blast seemed to trigger another clench of her pussy, stronger than the last.
He was almost afraid she’d squeeze his dick off with the violent chain reaction they caused when they mixed together like this. Still, he kept emptying himself into her until he was sure he couldn’t possibly have anything left to give her.
Willie kept proving him wrong as she drew out his rapture along with his semen.
It felt unbelievable to flood her pussy, knowing there was nothing between them and never would be again.
“Mercy, Tommy,” she panted. “Mercy.”
He made some sound that was a quasi-laugh-meets-groan, withdrew from her pussy—which still contracted, if more softly—then collapsed on the bed beside her. He’d never been so drained.
The day and their lovemaking had sapped him of every bit of strength.
Willie picked up the slack for him, though. She tucked herself against his side then drew the covers up over them before patting his chest as if he was a prized thoroughbred instead of an exhausted and incredibly sated man.
“Son of a bitch,” he muttered. “Either I forgot how damn good it is to fuck, or it’s never quite been like that before.”
“I know which it is for me.” She smiled slyly up at him.
They angled their faces toward each other for one final drugging kiss. Tom wanted to tell her again how much he loved her. Some sliver of him didn’t want to pressure her in case she could give him her body yet not her heart.
Afraid of ruining the best night he’d had in many years, he kept quiet a little too long. By the time he’d found his courage and whispered, “I love you, Willie. So damn much,” the only response he got was her soft, adorable snore.
Chapter Eleven
Willie stood in front of the mirror, fussing with her dress so that the giant white bandage on her arm wasn’t so visible. The kids didn’t need to worry over a scratch when she was about to drop a bomb on them.
Tom had finished getting ready ages ago. He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes tracking her every movement. It might have been disconcerting if she didn’t welcome his companionship, especially considering the impossible discussion she was about to have.
“Maybe we should have a doctor look at that cut?” he asked. “I thought about taking you to the ER yesterday…”
“You made the right call coming back here. It would only have stressed me out more waking up in the hospital.” She shrugged. “I’ve survived worse.”
Like the damage Steven had done that no one could see.
Except maybe Tom.
He stood then and crossed to her, hugging her to his solid chest. It had been so long since she’d felt this connected to a peer, someone other than her children. “We’ll get through this, Willie.”
“I know.” That didn’t stop her from dreading it, though. “Let’s get it done.”
He held out his hand and she took it, squeezing his fingers as they went downstairs. Quinn sat at the table eating some sugary cereal one of the Hot Rods had probably caved and bought for him.
“Good morning.” She crossed to him and gave him a hug when she caught his nervous glance. “What are you doing home?”
“Came to get my Fruit Smashes.” He bit his lip. �
�And to see if you were okay.”
“I will be.” She nodded. “I need to share something with Nola and Amber first, then I’m going to make you a healthier lunch and we can talk more about it, okay?”
“You mean about their dad still being alive?”
The innocent question from his mouth startled her all over again and she squeaked.
Tom steadied her then asked, “How do you know about that?”
“I was there last night, remember?” Quinn looked at them as though it was obvious. “When Gavyn and Kaige told Amber and Nola.”
The rush of terror and dread that flooded Willie went straight to her head, making it ache despite the medicine she’d already taken in anticipation of the horrific news she had to break.
“I’ve got to go—” She would have bolted for her girls if Tom hadn’t still had his arm around her, restraining her.
“Hang on a minute, Willie,” he crooned to her. Then he asked Quinn, “Everyone was there together?”
The kid nodded with his mouth so full he looked like a chipmunk.
“How’d they take it?” Willie wondered.
“It sucked. Lots of crying and stuff. The rest of the gang took turns talking to them. Then they got pretty pissed off. Amber even broke a glass. I didn’t know she could throw that good. Mostly, I think they’re worried about you.” He shoveled in another spoonful of cereal while Buster McHightops tracked the motion of the spoon from the bowl to his favorite kid’s mouth then back, hoping for a dropped morsel.
“Maybe we’ll have to put together a Hot Rods softball game, huh?” Tom grinned, ruffling Quinn’s hair.
“Only if I get to be on her team.” He smiled back weakly.
“Everything’s going to be okay,” Tom promised.
Willie wished she could believe it.
Quinn nodded and they headed outside, practically jogging across the lot to the Hot Rods’ apartment. Before they’d even gotten halfway up the stairs, Amber opened the door and called out, “Momma!”
She rushed the rest of the way and flung her arms around her daughter, hugging her tight. It wasn’t often the older of her girls broke down, or admitted she needed help, so it bruised Willie’s heart even more when she felt the heaving of Amber’s back as she sobbed quietly.