Smuttily Ever After

by R. S. Owl

  Instantly, his hands are on my thighs, his touch not as soft as it was before. Passion seems to have gotten the best of him and this is how I want it, him. Bringing his hands up to let him know I want him to play with my nipples, I feel his smirk just before he closes his mouth over one, not biting, but clamping it hard. It hurts so good and I feel it everywhere.

  His kisses alone are enough to leave me panting and climbing onto his lap, searching for some friction to relieve the ache between my legs. His hands grab my hips to position me over his already hard cock. Our bodies are so close, the hairs on his chest feel wonderful on my nipples. His strong arms engulf me and we are one. He actually cuddles me. Every inch of our bodies is touching. Right at this moment, I feel whole. How could an act as simple as a hug give me such a sense of freedom and peace? He whispers in my ear, “Baby, I want you so damn much, but I’m afraid if I go too hard on you, you won’t want to see me again.”

  This was not at all what I envisioned, but as he says it, I know I want to see him again. Right now however, I don’t want to talk about it. I want to see him break, I want to bring him pleasure and see him come undone. Nothing’s hotter than knowing you are responsible for the moment of vulnerability a man shows you when he comes. When his eyes do the talking and you see the depth of his soul.

  Sensing he’s still trying to keep himself from acting on his desires, I slowly show him what I want by unhooking his towel.

  “I think we both know what we want, Ash. I want you to touch me; I need you to take me. Hard. I won’t break under your touch.”

  Sensing my sincerity, he stands up with me in his arms and proceeds to slowly enter the hot tub settling us down in a corner. I’m sitting across his lap, his huge erection pressed against my pussy. I can’t help but moan at the sensation.

  He kisses me with an incredible force, and reaches down to spread my legs.

  “Lie back. I’ll hold you. Trust me, baby.”

  I’m now floating on my back as he puts my legs over his shoulders, bends his head, and blows slowly on my already wet clit. The sensations are crazy good. Cold air on a hot and wet body is amazing, but add licking and biting and I’m on fire, writhing against his face.

  I’m so immersed; I don’t immediately see his expression. His stare is hard, but he’s not looking at me. His eyes are tracking Paul, who just entered the room. I don’t understand what’s going on between the two of them, but there are a million things being discussed right now, all said without words. Paul has this playful look in his eyes, like he doesn’t take anything seriously. But Ash, Ash is quite the opposite.

  Tense and ready to fight, his arms bring me closer, hiding me from Paul’s perusal.

  “Paul. Leave now.” His voice is strong, determined.

  “But…” Paul says before Ash cuts him off abruptly.

  “No, not this time.”

  Not this time? What the hell are they talking about?

  To be honest, this little intrusion is not bothering me as much as it should. What is wrong with me? Is it the alcohol talking? Or is it just the thought of someone watching me turning me on? My brain is telling me this is all kinds of wrong, but my body has control over all coherent thoughts right now. I let myself relax and trust Asher to do the right thing.

  “Ash, come on man, don’t be a dick. Let me stay… like the good old days…” Paul pleads, pouting like a little boy, maybe thinking his act will work.

  “Leave.” His tone is final and Paul must sense it.

  I haven’t said a word, too stunned to move or even breathe too loud. Paul starts to leave but I see him turn toward me with a smirk on his face, and the man winks! He winks at me and damn if that doesn’t make me even more turned on.

  Ash must sense that I am not against the idea of someone watching us, if his nod to Paul means anything. His hand slowly caresses my face, and he bends down to kiss me.

  His lips are just inches from mine when he says, “You are incredible. Some girls would have already called me a pervert, gotten out of the tub and bolted for the door. But this just reinforces the fact that you are not just an ordinary girl. I can’t let you go just yet. I can’t. Tell me what you want, baby.”

  “You.” My mind buzzing with excitement and heart fluttering thanks to his words, I know that at this moment, something is happening between us.

  “I want you too baby, but what about him? I felt you getting more excited as soon as you saw him…” He says with a gorgeous smirk on his face.

  “What is he going to do?” I ask tentatively.

  “Nothing. Paul gets off on watching. He’ll just stay over there, you won’t even notice him.”

  “I think I’d like that, if you would. But no touching, I only want you Ash. Just you.”

  But if I’m being honest, knowing that someone will take pleasure in watching us is so erotic. I don’t think I’m into sharing my lover, but I didn’t think I would agree to having someone watch me as I fuck a stranger either. I guess I’ll never stop learning what turns me on.

  Taking me out of my inner thoughts, Ash brings me close to him but turns me so my back is flush against his chest. His hands travel down my navel to my pussy and I’m picturing what Paul must see. From where he is sitting right in front of me, he can picture the curves of my body under the water. I don’t know if Asher’s presence turns him on too, but right as I think about it, my mind starts playing games with me and I have a perfectly clear picture of two hot men, one on either side of me. This makes my body hotter and a rush of pleasure runs down my thighs. My boobs are just above the water, bouncing, and I know Paul noticed how hard my nipples are, how turned on I am, if the look in his eyes is any indication. It’s fucking hot to watch him start stripping, first unbuttoning his shirt, then just popping open the buttons of his jeans. Ash must sense my increased arousal as he applies more pressure on my lips and starts circling my clit with two fingers. All sensations are now centered there, my mind is blank, I am not aware of anything, just of Ash’s fingers fucking me, torturing me and Paul’s gaze on me.

  I see Paul snake his hand down his pants and rub the bulge that I know must already be leaking. You can’t be surrounded by two men this hot, and not be turned on. Just as he takes his cock out of his jeans, Ash whispers in my ears: “Let him see it when you come, baby. Don’t hold back. I won’t see you but I’ll feel and hear you. Give it to me. Spread your come on my fingers, I want to feel you come just for me. Let him know who’s giving you pleasure, scream my name, this is my hand that’s pleasuring you, my fingers inside of you, my tongue waiting to lick those nipples.”

  His talk is the spark I need to really disconnect from reality. I am not thinking clearly, I kind of know that, and I am pretty sure that tomorrow, thinking about it all, I might feel shy or embarrassed, but tonight I decide to give in, to experience this fully.

  Paul is now stroking his cock, slowly at first, but when he sees me looking at him, his movements become faster, harder.

  I bring one hand to my nipple and start playing with the hard bud. The sensation goes straight to my clit and doesn’t go unnoticed by Paul, who cups his balls with one hand while the other one is moving so quickly it makes flapping sounds.

  I can hear Ash’s breathing accelerate in my ear, and the hardness rubbing my ass lets me know that he’s as turned on as I am. Closing my eyes to immerse myself in the moment, and because the pleasure is so intense I can’t keep them open any longer, I unconsciously start moving my hips increasing the pressure on my clit. My wish is my command it seems, and the rhythm of his hand accelerates so fast, it all happens in a blur. I open my eyes and they connect with Paul’s as Ash pinches my clit. His are indecipherable. His features tense and my whole body explodes as I see streams of come shoot all over his chest. I can’t feel my legs, they’re so tense, heavy and yet detached from my body. I have never felt as light as I do now.

  “Oh, Ash… I’m co- … I’m coming, Asher.” I shout his name, louder and louder, grinding my hips on his hands.
I reach the highest peak on my climax and as I come back down from it, I settle my ass closer to him. One possessive hand on my hip stops me from moving and a voice that I hardly recognize whispers harshly.

  “Cecilia. You need to stop moving. Right now. Unless you want our first time to be me taking you like this. You keep rubbing your gorgeous ass on my cock. You can’t do that, baby. You just can’t. I’m a man with only so much restraint. You, baby, are stunning, I want to worship you, take my time with you. I want to see you when I’m in you.”

  Ovaries explode. How can he be so dirty and sweet at the same time? Starting to turn toward him to kiss him, a small laugh reminds us that Paul’s still here.

  Asher’s eyebrows rise and a frown appears on his face. I don’t like this look, it’s so cold and distant it scares me a little.

  Now all I want to do is to go hide in a closet and disappear. I start to retreat, to give him some space but his arms tighten around me. A hand slowly caress the side of my face and he bends down to whisper in my ear.

  “Stay right where you are Cecilia. We are not done. But I can’t share you with another man, even if he is just looking. I want him to leave and I want to be the only man in this room with you.”

  Oh…

  Watching him step out of the tub, I can’t help but ogle how defined and sexy his back is. Not too strong, not too bulky, but you can still see all of the muscles as he grabs a towel and covers himself. He goes to talk to Paul and even though I don’t hear what they’re saying, I see the disappointment in Paul’s eyes. But slowly a smile starts spreading across his lips and he nods. Picking up his clothes, he turns back to me and mouths, “This man likes you.” And winks.

  Again.

  What is it with men that wink nowadays? Is it a trend? A sexy and useful tip they learn in books?

  But I don’t have time to think about it as Paul quietly closes the door behind him on his way out of the room. The moment is gone, the sexual tension that was between us released. I don’t really know what to do or say, so I just step out of the tub and grab the nearest towel.

  “Uh,uh. This is not a possibility, baby. Come here.” Playful Ash is back, and that settles my nerves down. All this is confusing me. But as he pulls me closer and I feel that his cock is still hard, I realize he didn’t come. There’s no way I can leave him like this. I start to untie his towel, but he stops me.

  “I know what you’re trying to do, Cecilia. I appreciate it, really.” He laughs/ “But you already gave me so much tonight, please don’t worry about me. I’m all good; the night is not over, honey. We’ll take care of this later. Come, let’s go to my room.”

  CHAPTER V

  Ash and I are all snuggled in bed, in his glamorous room, and I feel relaxed and sated. The man gently playing with my hair is the reason for that. I allow my eyes to close for a second as I just enjoy. But it all crashes down on me at that exact moment. I just had the best orgasm of my life, with a stranger. While another man got off watching us. How could I have done that? This is not me at all. I enjoy sex, but I am a responsible person. I can’t believe I just did that. Shame starts creeping up my body and my blood goes cold. I can’t move.

  I must be giving away my thoughts, because Asher delicately brings me closer to him. Immediately, I feel better. Not relieved, but better.

  “Baby, I know what you’re thinking, and you and I are going to talk about it. There’s no way you’re going to live inside your head for the rest of the night. I understand this is all too much for you. I am fucking stunned by what we just did. You are the hottest woman ever, coming undone like this. I could feel you start to trust me, with your body, with what we were doing, with Paul and that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. You and me, baby, we have something. Get out of your head, let me convince you what we just did was right.”

  Taking my face between his hands, he continues, “I told you I don’t do one-night-stands and there’s a reason for that. I know this might be too much for our first time together, but know that I really want to see you again. And I want you to want to see me again, too. I don’t know who you are, what you do, but I want to know all that. More than that, I want to be honest with you from the beginning.”

  Here comes the ‘I’m married but she’s not jealous.’ speech.

  “I’m a single dad.”

  “Oh.” I know, very clever answer, but I’m too stunned to think.

  “Raphaël’s mum left us when he was born. She disappeared from the hospital before we even brought him home. She was a one-night-stand, a quick fuck while I was still a medical student, too busy to take the time to socialize. She was there, at the only party I allowed myself to go to, since my best friend was throwing it. I drank a bit too much, and after too many nights spent thinking about sex and not getting any, when she approached me I could only think one thing. I needed a release.

  I’m not proud of that. I think she used me as a release too. She was a law student, taking a break from her classes too. And she was sweet talking me into going upstairs, so up I went. We had a drunken night of sex. When I woke up she was gone and I thought that would be the end of it.”

  “Actually, it was just the beginning.” He laughs sadly. “She came back to see me, waiting for me on the steps of my medical school, eight months later. Pregnant.”

  Oh lord, I can see the disaster coming. Taking his hand in mine, I let him know I want him to continue.

  “We went to the nearest coffee shop and sat down. She explained to me that she had learned she was pregnant at five months. She was still getting her periods, so she didn’t realize she was pregnant until she felt the baby move. She considered adoption because she didn’t have a job or a family to help her and a child would mess with her plans. She wanted to graduate and then leave for Europe. Obviously she couldn't do that with a kid."

  “Oh my God!” I can’t help but exclaim.

  “Well, I can’t say that it was easy, but she agreed to give us a chance. Not as a couple, but as parents. I knew she would be giving birth to my son soon, so I offered to pay for a hotel room near my place. I visited her every day and we had long talks about our child’s future. She never included herself in those plans, but I was so overwhelmed and I realized that too late. I needed to get ready to be a dad in a month! Never did it occur to me that she would just leave him. We were not together, but I thought we would raise him together.

  Raphaël is my son, my blood, a part of me. I knew I would love him more than life itself even before he was born. She gave me the most beautiful gift I could have ever wished for and yet I resent her so much for what she's done. I don’t understand how she could have done that.”

  His vulnerability and sincerity crack my heart open, reminding me of the love and sadness in Tom’s eyes when he told Yasmin and Zahara that he loved them, the day before my life crumbled at my feet.

  “Ash, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe someone would leave a child like that. I don’t know your son, but I can tell he is damn lucky to have a father like you.”

  His eyes are glistening as he pulls my hand to his mouth and kisses it reverently. When he looks up at me, the pain is gone and the corners of his eyes are crinkling.

  “Nice talk, uh? I know how to make a girl fall for me, don’t I?” I can’t help but laugh at that. True, what he laid on me was pretty heavy, but this is nothing I can’t handle.

  This feels so right. We feel so right. I don’t want to hide from him the fact that I have two daughters. So I start telling him, knowing there’re still some parts of the story I can’t talk about.

  “Your past doesn’t scare me. It proves that you are a devoted person, a loving father and most of all, that you won’t lie to me. We all have things from our past that are quite difficult to talk about, but as you started with the heavy stuff, I might as well tell you my story. It’s still quite hard for me to talk about and to be honest I hardly ever do. But I want you to know who I am and what made me the person I am now.”

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sp; “I met Tommy when I was 20-years-old at a party. He was an officer in the Navy. It was love at first sight. We got married three months later and tried to start a family soon after. Maybe we tried too hard, I don’t know, but it didn’t happen. Then, just before he left for on a mission, I learned I was pregnant. We were happy, ecstatic, making plans as he was supposed to be home before the birth. The whole pregnancy was difficult, not only because I was alone, but also because I was expecting twins. I gave birth alone, as they were born prematurely. He couldn’t wait to come back home to meet his girls. The last time we talked was via Skype when I got home from the hospital. He told Yasmin and Zahara he loved them, that he would be back in a couple of days as his plane was scheduled to take off the next morning. But the girls never met their father, he was killed by a car-bomb on the base ...”

  I realize now that I’m crying. Not because I lost my husband that day, that I’ve long since accepted, though - not forgotten - but because I have someone here who shares and understands my daughters’ pain. Because it’s the first time I get to talk about it without any one taking pity on me. I feel Ash’s support in the way his arms tighten around me. How he kisses my head in a soothing manner. How I heard his gasp when he learned that my daughters never met their father. It is all so much and yet it feels so right to share my deepest secrets, fears and struggles.

  “I’ve had to do it all myself, and I thought I couldn’t do it. I fell into a routine, sleepless nights followed by more sleepless nights. I struggled with my job, money, I couldn’t breathe. My parents moved closer to me, the girls grew up. It’s been only the last couple of years that I can properly live and enjoy life. I felt so guilty for being resentful about being a single mum, a widow. I still have days when it’s hard, but I feel like we have all found our balance.” I look up at Asher. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you all this…”