In My Head

by Schiefer, S. L.

  Snorting, I sink further into the couch and move Kody so his head is on my shoulder more. To make it easier to sit here. “She fled to the car before I went into his house. I think she was uncomfortable with all the emotions flying around. You know she’s usually just loud and in charge the whole time, and she was forced to hang back a little.”

  He chuckles, “That is the truth. Michelle is definitely something else. I’m really glad today went well, maybe he’ll hold up his end of the deal and get in touch or at least reach out so it isn’t just you reaching out. Have you called your mom and told her yet?”

  Shaking my head, I say, “Not yet, I’m not sure what to say to her that will ease her into this. I know I’m still kind of irked that she kept this from me, that doesn’t necessarily mean I want to shove this in her face.”

  He doesn’t say much of anything else, just nods when he agrees with what I say. When he moves my feet to stand up from the couch, I feel like I’ve done what I wanted. I made him believe I was okay. At least for right now.

  “The house looks really good, babe. What do you want me to make for dinner?” He stands before me, in all of his sexy glory. His dark jeans, fitted black shirt, and a beanie that constantly lives on his head. Jesus, he’s so hot.

  I feel a flush creep up my neck. “What if it’s you I want for dinner?” My voice sounds husky, filled with lust. I’m sure my face reflects what I’m feeling.

  Surprise registering on his face, he says, “Well, how about I actually make some food. For the kids and for us, because if you’re in this mood, I’m going to need to make sure you’re all carbed up to keep up with me. It’s about to be a long night, Mrs. Morris!”

  With that he stalks into the kitchen, looking like he had to adjust himself on his way. I laugh to myself, and press my face against the side of Kody’s. I’m going to be super sad when he loses his baby smell. I can’t believe he’s almost a year old already. Time sure flies when you have kids.

  AFTER THE KIDS ARE fed, we’re fed, and both kids are down for bed we finally head to bed ourselves. I follow Ben in to our room, and he walks straight to our bathroom and closes the door behind him. I walk to my side of the bed and start pulling my clothes off, laying them neatly on the floor beside my bed.

  When the bathroom door is opened light spills out. I don’t turn to look at him, I’m standing here looking at the bed. Ben leaves the light on in the bathroom, so when he walks out and comes up behind me I stare at our shadows that are cast onto the bed.

  He reaches his hand out and traces a fingertip from shoulder to shoulder, causing goosebumps to spread across my skin like wildfire. I shiver when he repeats the move. “Baby, do you know how much I want you? I constantly think about your pussy and how it feels to be inside you.” The lower tone of his voice causes me to shiver some more.

  One hand pushes between my shoulder blades, making me lay face down on my bed. I turn my head so I can look back at him, wanting to see what he has planned. He walks between my legs, moving them further apart with his. He leans forward and places his hands on my upper back, just lightly though. I can barely feel his touch. He ghosts my skin until he reaches the globes of my ass.

  He runs his hands down my ass, with a rougher touch. The calluses on his hands creating a different feel than the soft touch. He suddenly grabs cheeks in both hands and squeezes. Toeing the line of too hard. Well, this is how this is going to go.

  “God, baby. It’s been awhile since I’ve had your ass. What do you think? Want to get your ass fucked tonight?” He practically purrs everything that just came out of his mouth. And I feel it right in my lower stomach. Like a zing of energy, that makes me shamelessly grind myself into the mattress and groan.

  “Oh, my girl wants it doesn’t she? Stay right here, let me grab the lube.” I feel him back away from me, and he rushes to his side of the bed and I hear the drawer open and then shut. I feel him back between my legs and I hear the lube hit the top of the bed.

  “Ben, I want you.” I’m trying to pour every bit of need I feel into my voice.

  He runs his hand from my clit straight up to the tight, rosebud opening. “I know, Lyla. I got you, just lay there and relax.” He chuckles, low and husky.

  He runs his hands from my clit to my back a couple times, lightly grazing all my sensitive spots. Not putting enough pressure on any spot to give me any relief. “Bennnn . . .” I groan, fisting my hands in the sheets above my head and try to push myself onto his finger.

  “Relax, baby. Let me do this.” I feel his finger linger on my entrance, lightly trying to breach the tight ring of muscle. I tense up at first, at the intrusion, but instantly force myself to relax. “Good girl,” my kinky husband praises.

  His finger leaves my skin, and then I feel the cool liquid slide down my crack. And then his finger is back and he’s rubbing the liquid all around, making me slick enough for him to try to get his finger inside me. He lightly runs his finger around the ring of muscle, and pushes the very tip inside.

  He brings his other hand down to my clit and starts rubbing circles around it, trying to ease what’s going to feel like torture. He starts to work that one long finger in and out of me, with each push in I can feel him enter me more. Animalistic moans escape from my mouth and I feel like I’m ripping the sheets from the bed with as hard as I’m pulling.

  I feel the knuckle of his finger finally slide into me. He growls. “Baby, I need to try to work another finger into you. If I don’t, I’m going to hurt you and I don’t want to do that.” I can only moan in response. He’s picked up the pace of his circles on my clit and the finger my ass is going harder and harder.

  “All right, baby. You need to really relax now, try to push out when I push in. Don’t make this hard on yourself and tense up. Work with me.” His words are sounding more strained, like working me up to being able to take him is taking its toll on the state of his penis.

  He pulls his finger free, and then adds the other. He immediately starts to push in. I try to push out a little, and he’s able to push in a little bit. Pulling back a little, he pushes in again, gaining a little more. After a couple more thrusts of his fingers both knuckles are past the muscle. He slowly thrusts both fingers in and out, while simultaneously scissoring his fingers to stretch me more.

  “That’s it, you like the feel of my fingers in your ass? Do you want my cock in your tight hole? Do you want to feel the fat head of my cock stretching you then filling you beyond belief?”

  “God, yes. Yes!” My hips start to push back and meet the thrusts of his fingers. But, I’m suddenly left feeling empty when he pulls his fingers out. I hear him pop the top on the lube again, and I assume he’s lubing up his dick. Just as quick, he has his dick lined up with my entrance. Pushing in just a little bit, I try to push back just wanting him to fill me to the hilt.

  Ben starts to work himself into me, and no matter how worked up he has me it still feels uncomfortable for the first few minutes. At least until he gets the head in. “Just push in. Just get it in. Don’t be gentle.”

  “Oh, baby. Are you sure? It’s going to hurt.” Strained words meet my ears.

  “Yessss. Yes. Yes. Pleeease!”

  I feel him press into me harder, he pulls back once and slams his hips against me. His head pops past that tight ring, and he’s finally buried completely inside me. Making us both let out a moan in pleasure.

  “Brace yourself, babe.” No sooner do I grab a chunk of the sheets in each hand he starts to pull back out. In a slow, agonizing pace. And then slams back in me. The moans and groans coming from our mouths are unlike anything I’ve heard from us.

  The sounds of sex fill the room. The feeling of him deep inside me, filling me has me creeping closer to my release.

  “I feel you getting closer, don’t you dare go without me. I can feel your ass starting to contract on my dick. Don’t you dare let it go!” he growls.

  Picking up the pace, his hips slam into me with a force that has me gripping the sheets to h
old myself in place. I don’t want to end up on the other side of the bed, or falling off. What started off as a steady pace has now turned frantic. His thrusts are erratic and he’s gripping my hips in a bruising grip.

  “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon. You have to be close, Ben!” I all but scream at him, my whole body is trembling from holding back my release. I have sweat dripping down my face.

  “Yes! Almost, Lyla!” Two more thrusts and he’s growling his release into me. I let go the second I realize he has. My entire body lights up, from head to toe. The pleasure rippling through my body, making me go languid.

  Ben slows with his thrusting, and comes to a complete stop. Still holding himself inside me, he leans down and places a kiss on the center of my back. “That was fucking incredible, baby. I’m going to get a rag to clean us up, don’t move.”

  “I don’t think there was the option of me moving, trust me. You pretty much fucked that right out of me.” He laughs as he pulls out, and I instantly feel empty. Like part of me is missing. But I don’t linger on that thought too long, I close my eyes and enjoy the post coital bliss I’m living in right now. Not wanting to taint this moment with negative.

  I’M AT THE MALL. Not exactly what I wanted to do today, but I needed new clothes. A necessary evil, I suppose. As I’m walking out of one of the many stores, my phone pings with a text message. I pull it out of my purse and continue on my way.

  And I’m met with a solid wall. A very warm solid wall.

  “Oh, my god. I’m so sorry!” I gush, trying to pick up everything I dropped.

  “Lyla,” the solid wall says. My entire body freezes. I know this particular wall.

  “Bronson. What are you doing here?” I stand up after I gathered the last of my stuff. Tearing my eyes away from his face, I look around nervously. I don’t want anyone to see us here.

  “The same thing as you, I think.” God, such a smartass.

  Shaking my head, I say, “Seriously? I doubt you’re here to buy panties. Unless that’s your thing.”

  He lets out a hearty laugh. Reaching down to grab his dropped bag, he wraps his hand in the opening. He gestures for me to start walking before saying, “I’m pretty sure I could rock whatever kind of panties you wanted to see me in.”

  Where the hell did the brazen guy come from? He’s been really tame since meeting him. But now? All of a sudden he’s changed. “I don’t want to see you wearing panties.”

  “You sure? You seemed to like laying on me the last time I saw you. What makes you think you wouldn’t like laying on me naked?”

  “Whoa! What?” I stutter. Trying to figure out where all of this is coming from. “Why are you being like this?”

  “Lyla. God knows you’re beautiful. I want you. I’m trying to get you to see what I already know you feel.”

  “I think you’re going about this in the wrong way.” I step away from him, to put a little more space between us. “And I can’t do this with you.”

  “Lyla. Let’s go somewhere to talk.” His eyes are pleading with me. I stare at him. Should I really do this? I seem to be making bad decision after bad decision. I may as well go all in.

  “All right, but just for a little bit. I have plans later.”

  “Thank you.” His whole body visibly relaxes with my decision to go with him. “I know just the place we can go.”

  I follow him out of the mall, and straight to his car. “Perfect place, huh?”

  He grins. I love it when he smiles. “No one should bother us. We can drive around for a little bit, right? How much time do you have?”

  I pull my phone out and look at the time. Trying to figure out when I need to be back home. “Probably a couple hours at most.”

  “Okay, sweet. That gives us plenty of time to talk.”

  He opens the passenger door of his car. His car is actually pretty sweet. It’s a classic Mustang. The color reminds me of cherry cola, so dark red that it doesn’t look red at all. But when you get it in the sun it shines so bright. He closes the door behind me once I’m fully in the seat, and then runs around the front and opens his own door and hops in.

  I’ve never been in a car that’s a stick shift, I’ve always wanted to learn. I really don’t think I have the patience to try though, that and I don’t want to ruin someone’s clutch. That shit is expensive to repair on a normal car, let along how much it would be to fix in a classic car that parts aren’t readily available for.

  “This is a nice car you got here.” I reach forward and run my finger over the dash. Over his dust free dash. His car is so meticulously clean. The last time my car looked like this was when I first got it.

  “My dad helped me redo it. He owns a classic car restoration shop. I’m not really into cars as much as he wants me to be, but I did want this car. It made his day when I had this thing towed to his shop.”

  I smile, I know exactly what he means by his dad wanting something for him. “I would never have the time or inclination to do something like this. I admire the people who really have the passion for restoring old things to look like a better version of their true self.”

  “Why is it so easy with you? I barely know you, yet I feel like I’ve known you for years.”

  “I know, Bronson. I know exactly what you mean.”

  We both turn quiet after that. I’m not really sure what to say that wouldn’t totally ruin the day. He drives towards the country, I know there is a small lake out this way. I assume he’s taking us there to park for a while. When he gets closer, he starts following the signs for parking. He’s taking us near the dam part so we can overlook the whole lake.

  It’s a really romantic spot.

  “Listen, hot stuff. I know what you’re doing.”

  He chuckles. It’s the best view in the place. Also, the most secluded. I thought it would be the best place to talk. Where really no one will see us.”

  All right, I’ll give him that. “No funny stuff.”

  He holds his hand up like a mock boy scout. “I promise. Unless you want me to.” He parks the car, and goes to get out. Before he can come to my side and let me out, I open the door myself. Trying to keep the romantic gestures to a minimum here.

  “I would have done that for you,” he growls when I meet him at the front of his car.

  “Did you really just growl at me?” I laugh, despite everything I laugh. “Is it okay to sit on the hood?” I hook my thumb over my shoulder, pointing to his car.

  “Yeah, you weigh practically nothing.” He surprises me by coming to my front and wrapping his arms around me and slides his hands down over my ass and to the middle of my thighs.

  My lips part on a gasp with his close proximity and the intimate touching I definitely said was a no-no. My breathing picks up as he stares at me. He picks me up effortlessly, and I instinctively wrap my legs around him. He sets me down on the top of his hood as far back as he can get me.

  The sly thing takes his hands from under my thighs and brings them to the top of them. Rubbing lightly back and forth. The fact that I fucking wore a skirt today kills me. I should have put the damn yoga pants on.

  “Your skin is so soft.” He leans his face closer to mine, parting his lips. Desire is rolling off of him in waves, like he’s trying to put me under his spell. But I’m already captured. Jesus, it doesn’t take much for this man to obliterate everything I want. “I know you feel this.”

  It wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to feel the heat between us. “I do feel the heat, but we can’t do anything.”

  “No sex, or no nothing?” He brings one rough hand up and cups my breast outside of my shirt, while the other hand slowly inches up my thigh, pulling my skirt up with it.

  “We really shouldn’t do anything.” His thumb starts rubbing right over top of my nipple, causing me to moan.

  “Shouldn’t doesn’t mean we can’t. You can’t tell me you don’t want this.” He’s right. I can’t tell him that I don’t want this. It crosses my mind at least once a day.

  His
other hand reaches the outside of my panties by my hip. He lightly traces his hand around to the front. He places his hand that was cupping my breast in the center of my chest and slowly pushes me back to lay on the car. When I’m fully laying back, he takes both hands and grabs the bottom of his shirt and balls it up and places it under my head.

  If it’s possible to swoon any more than I already have, I just did.

  He uses both hands to push my skirt all the way up and under my butt. My legs automatically fall open for him. “God, I can smell you already, Lyla. You’re so turned on for me already.”

  He drags his fingers up over panty covered lips. The shocks that simple move sends through me about has me jumping off of the hood. “Hold still, Lyla.”

  “I can’t, if you’re going to touch me like that then I fucking can’t hold still. I’m still holding to the fact that we shouldn’t be doing this. Here especially.” He swipes his fingers over me again with more pressure.

  Moaning becomes the only thing I can do now. He has literally stolen every word from me. “We can just say we didn’t do this, if it makes you feel better.”

  Bronson moves my panties to the side, and he slides his fingers in between my lips. Pausing to apply more pressure on my clit before dropping back down to tease my entrance. He pushes a single finger into me. Using his thumb to rub little circles around my clit.

  “C’mon, Lyla,” he says in his deep, lust filled voice. “Give it up for me. I want to feel you come.” He pushes a second finger into me, and he picks up his pace. Finger fucking me like it’s his God damned job. He pushes down on my clit, foregoing the circles. It doesn’t take much before I’m screaming out my release. He leans down over me and kisses me passionately.

  Sweeping his tongue into my mouth, he swallows all my noises. Bronson continues to kiss me until he’s positive I’m not going to make any more loud noises. We don’t need to attract anyone over here.