“No, look at me.”
She blinked the pleasure away and met his gaze with hers.
Juniper felt her back lift away from the mattress and Spencer brought her upright. She rocked into his turgid length. Just as soon as she had become accustomed to the weakness of awkward muscles that she knew existed, but had never gotten the hang of using, he collapsed onto the bed.
Every fiber of her was stretched from the waist down. Her legs were awkwardly splayed in a way that laid every nerve ending bare. Especially her sex, half split with thick male organ.
Even her feet were distorted with curled toes and flexed ankles. Every contortion was mildly uncomfortable and combined to make her a twisting, seething, writhing husk of her normal self. But the pleasure was worth all the aches tenfold.
“Spencer, I’m not the flexible one in this relationship.”
“Relationship?” He grinned and thrust harder than ever before.
A handful of pummeling strokes to and fro were all it took for her mind to reach the cosmos.
And when Juniper was back to herself, she had an errant thought.
It was if her admission was enough pay him in the currency he wanted from the start.
But Spencer was far from finished, as she found out just a scant second later. He still hadn’t come, in fact, he slowed his strokes until she could barely feel the movements at all. Although, his expression screamed he was perilously close to physical surrender.
Spencer had dropped his chin to his chest as if he were at war with his own nature and he muttered words she couldn’t completely identify.
Before she had the time to be concerned, he opened his eyes and crushed her knees into her chest.
It should be painful. Would have been painful if she didn’t want it so badly, if every fiber of her being didn’t plead for more of him.
“Spencer, I can’t hold my legs like this.”
He stopped the grind against her dripping flesh. “Where is the woman that complained she put her foot in her mouth habitually? And here I thought I was being nice by only asking you to put them by your ears.”
Juniper had spent the last bit of air she had left on her prior words, but she still found enough to chuckle weakly. Spencer smiled back, but allowed her legs to splay outwards. She took a gasp of breath as if it were the only oxygen she’d ever get again.
But when his arms dipped behind her ankles and he cupped her neck with his thick fingers, Juniper had another thought.
It’s going to be a bumpy ride.
And it was.
He made their prior pace seem like a walk in the park as he bucked into her hips without mercy, over and over. The clasp he employed on her nape was a tether that kept her from getting away. Juniper didn’t want to run from him, even as she whimpered with every inch he claimed inside her. She clenched his forearms and held on for the wild ride.
The dusting of hair under her fingers only served to turn her on even more. What was it about this man? Every inch of him drove her wild, from his red hair to the burnished freckles that ran the gamut of his body. She knew her grip was too tight, but each time she loosened the clutch, he would thrust into her so violently that she grabbed him again. It was a vicious cycle that never ceased.
Out of nowhere, a crackle emerged into the air, followed by several clicks. The out of place noise shattered her absorption with their mesmerizing sex and Spencer stopped mid-thrust. Juniper looked around for the sound, out of place and not born from their newly released longings.
“Mom, can you hear me?” Juniper’s jaw dropped and she grabbed for the sheet to cover herself.
Spencer laughed and snatched the few feet of cotton away. Juniper chucked, it wasn’t as if the tiny handful would cover anything anyway.
“Where is it?” He asked her, even as he darted his gaze in search of the radio.
“Umm…” Where was it again? “Mine is on the dresser.” On the other side of the room… Of course.
“Hold on.” Spencer lifted her up and seated her fully on his cock.
The motion was scandalously decadent, as if she were skewered by lust incarnate. “Ohhh.” Juniper shivered. Every step he took was accompanied by a suckling sound, made by her body’s response to the delicious new angle of penetration.
He bit her lower lip and flexed his hips. “We’ll get back to that in just a minute. Answer it.” He pressed her into the wall next to the edge of the dresser that held the radio.
Juniper leaned over and picked it up, fumbled with the buttons. “Hey sweetie.”
Her head bumped against the wall and Spencer dropped his forehead to hers. His breaths were hers as she waited for Paris to respond.
“What took you so long?” The teen sounded antsy, maybe even worried.
“Sorry, I was in bed.” Juniper felt herself flush hotly, the trait was evidence of her little white lie.
“We’re on vacation mom, no napping allowed. Where is Spencer? I bet he won’t let you do anything as boring as take a nap.” The child was way too close to the truth with that assessment. And Juniper prayed Paris would never find out, not even after she was grown.
“Um, I’m not sure where he is.” Juniper gnawed her lower lip at the bold faced lie she just told her daughter. Better that than the truth. Spencer laughed and motioned as if he were going to take the walkie from her. Juniper clenched it tighter and smacked him on the hand. “Stop it.”
“Sorry mom, I was just joking.” Juniper’s mouth clapped shut as Spencer silenced his obvious mirth. But that didn’t stop his abdominals from shuddering, the end result a vibration that only increased the wet flow from where their groins met.
She was not cut out for subterfuge, not at all.
“No, honey you’re fine. I’ll see if he’s coming to dinner later.”
“Okie doke, mom. Love you!”
“Wait.”
“Uh huh.”
Juniper wasn’t letting her get away that easily, no matter what distractions she had before her. “Where is your brother?”
“Right here, mom. I know rule number two pretty well.”
“Hey Malik.”
“Hi, mom.”
“Have fun alright? I’m going to finish my… nap.”
“Do that.”
Juniper sat the radio down and looked at Spencer. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be, you keep warm pretty well.” He lowered his head and fastened his lips to hers.
The temperature had to have gone up twenty degrees in the now stifling cabin. The air seemed laden with humidity and the masculine-feminine spice of sex.
Spencer’s tossed hair was darkened from sweat and she only could imagine what she looked like in all her currently fucked glory.
A hot mess.
But if he didn’t care, then she didn’t either.
This go around, she got to have wall sex. And it was better than advertised on TV.
Much, much better.
After they collapsed into a sweaty, breathless mass that used to be two individuals, Juniper had a thought.
Through all of her orgasms, Spencer never took one for himself.
“Why didn’t you come?” She asked as he slipped the empty rubber off of his cock.
He grinned crookedly. “I did, twice at that.”
She knew he lied, but why?
Spencer’s answer was just as unusual as the rest of him. Although, she lost him when he said the word injaculate, which according to him was the ingestion of his own semen, forcing the fluid back into his body instead of outside.
That science lesson was enough to put her to sleep, not that she needed much reason after driving half of the night to reach the ship. Juniper rearranged her limbs until they nestled together like a lock and key just before she drifted off.
By the time the radio squeaked again, Juniper really took the nap she’d lied to Paris about.
They really should have done this in his room. The kids could possibly knock on her door at any time, but that was doubtful. T
hey were of the age where their mother’s presence would only be seen as an intrusion.
When Juniper woke a few hours later after several interruptions, she felt well and truly fucked, sated, hungry and still tired.
She snuck Spencer out of her room, back to his own with several scorching kisses and a heartbeat from another romp.
“You don’t want to come in?” He asked, even as she shook her head.
“No.” If she did, he’d be inside of her faster than she could say lickety split.
And she still needed to put on some real clothes.
Not to mention eat.
That night, they all dined together and watched a show put on by the crew of the ship. The act was fun and even the children were enthralled with the acrobatics. Spencer was a perfect gentleman and gallantly escorted them back to their rooms.
“Night, Paris.” Paris threw her arms around Spencer.
“Night.” Her daughter offered after she stepped back into the alcove of the door.
“Night, Malik.”
Malik gave Spencer a complicated handshake that somehow both kept up with, even as Juniper tried to figure out what finger went where.
Juniper was last, and when he walked her to her door, Spencer snatched the key card from her hand and opened the door.
“You can’t—” Come inside.
“I can’t kiss you in the hallway, now can I?”
Put that way?
“No, you can’t.”
Spencer nibbled her lip and sucked the flesh into his mouth.
He nipped a string of kisses from her mouth to her ear. “If you were interested in coming for a visit tonight, bring the strip with you, okay?”
Juniper rubbed her hands through the sleek hair at his crown. “Yeah, I can do that.”
“Until later.”
She licked the taste of him from her mouth and closed the door.
Juniper needed another shower.
Not to mention, fresh panties.
About two hours later, Juniper checked in with the kids and crept down the hall with an ice bucket. The empty bin was her excuse for being out and about.
When Spencer opened the door he was gloriously naked and very ready for her.
“Happy to see me?” She asked, for lack of anything urbane to say.
He pulled her in the room by the tie on her bathrobe. It was serendipity, as the belt came undone and left her nearly as exposed as he was. A moment later, he tore a condom off the balled up strip in her pocket and sheathed himself quickly.
She didn’t even get to say hello before he bent her over the edge of the sofa.
And thus Juniper was able to learn the merits of yet another popular position.
Just before she fell asleep in his arms, Spencer picked up the clock at the side of the bed.
“Six alright with you?” He was so considerate. The last thing she needed was to get up later than her children did. Then she would be not only caught with her pants down, but they would see her as a hypocrite as well.
“Yeah, that’s fine.” Juniper snuggled closer to Spencer and called it a night.
Well, more like a morning.
The remaining six days and five nights were spent the same way as the first one was. Juniper learned the merits of sexual relations as an adult woman, things she had only dreamed about and read in the books Ebony left lying about on occasion.
Her children got some heavy tans and even leaner bodies from hours in the pool. She got even leaner from hour after hour of sexual excesses with Spencer, but no tan since she rarely saw daylight.
In all honesty, she went to the Bahamas and had no idea what the place even looked like, nor did she take a single picture. On the day trips off the boat, Spencer spent so much time teasing her that she lost all sense of where they were or what they did.
By Saturday, she was thoroughly exhausted and not looking forward to the long road trip back, though Spencer offered to drive.
Sunday morning, after they left the fun atmosphere of the boat, Juniper knew a few things for sure. First, she would to have to take him up on driving. With the way she felt, she was very likely to fall asleep behind the wheel. Secondly, she was addicted to Spencer’s cock. Even with being thoroughly exhausted, she still thought about ways to sneak in a quickie on the way back. And thirdly? She was going to miss having him around every day after a week with no holds barred.
When they arrived back into town, she dropped the kids off and turned on the oven with one of her famous frozen casseroles. The kids seemed excited about being back home and she knew both of their Facebook and Twitter pages would be updated with dozens of pictures within the hour.
If they hadn’t uploaded on the ride back into town, that is.
As they walked into his apartment, she sighed. “I can’t stay very long.”
“I know.” Spencer replied.
It only took ten seconds for Juniper to toss her sundress into the floor as Spencer followed suit and sent his clothes the same way hers had gone. He slid one of the three remaining condoms from their vacation sexual binge onto his cock before she wrapped her legs around him.
It was like coming home all over again.
And that made the not-very-long stay a satisfying one.
Chapter 9: Mr. Wrong Meets Mr. Right
The days passed in a flash that week and on Friday morning Juniper was at work, in the thick of things. She had some reports that seemed off a bit and had to re-do them from start to finish. So it was little surprise that when her office line rang, Juniper gratefully picked up the phone. She needed a diversion in the worst way.
“This is Juniper Berry, how can I help you?”
There was a lengthy pause and Juniper almost repeated herself. “Hi, Juniper.”
Javier, the last person she expected to speak with. And she wasn’t desperate enough to welcome a conversation from her ex.
“What is it?”
“I wanted to talk to you.”
Juniper scoffed. “After ten years?”
“I deserve that.”
“I’m on the phone now, Javier. So whatever it is that you have to say, just say it and then we can go another ten years without speaking.”
“I need to talk to you and the kids in person.”
For what? “I can’t promise that they want to hear from you. They stopped asking about you a long time ago.”
“I know that. Time stands still for no man.”
“Hold on.” Juniper picked up her cell and called Malik. He was the one most likely to answer her on the first call. A few rings later, she heard his voicemail pick up and tried Paris instead.
“Hey mom.” Juniper could hear the sounds of a crowd in the background.
“Hey Paris, are you with Malik right now?”
“Yeah, we’re at the mall getting some stuff for his dorm room.”
“I told him to wait on that, I was going to pay for it.”
“Yeah? Well, tell Malik that.”
“I need you to take him somewhere private for a minute. I have to ask the two of you about something.”
“Oh-kay?”
But she heard Malik complain. “I’m about to go pay now. It can’t wait?”
“Nope, mommy said now.”
“Okay, we’re ready mom.”
“Your father called. He wants to talk to us.”
“Huh?”
“Yes. I want to know if you two are okay with that or not. I can’t make you want to talk to him, but he is your father.”
“When?” Malik asked.
“Not sure yet, honey. I’ll have to ask him in a bit.”
Juniper hung the phone up and picked her office line back up. “Javier?”
“Yes?”
“When do you want to have this meeting?”
“I’ll leave that up to you.”
“How long will it take?” Please, let it be quick.
“I don’t know, maybe an hour or so?”
Even that was longer than she would have
liked. “Fine. Let’s get it over with. Tonight. Five-thirty, my house.”
“You’ll be home by then?”
“Javier, you never cared about my schedule before. Don’t start now.”
Juniper hung the phone up and rubbed her temples. She wanted to hate Javier, but she didn’t. Not the way that she used to, thanks to Spencer.
Spencer! Tonight was family night and she had asked her ex-husband to come over.
Great.
Juniper picked up the phone and dialed Spencer’s number. It rang several times, then went to voicemail.
She didn’t want to leave the changes in a message and hung up the phone. But she did send Paris a text with the details of the Javier’s visit for that evening.
Your dad will be by at 530 tonight.
Paris replied almost immediately. What about family night? Isn’t Spencer coming over?
I’ll see if he can come over a little later.
K. The reply was short for a teenager with an abnormal amount to say.
Juniper scrolled the mouse and went back to work.
A few hours later, it was lunch time, but Juniper slogged through the mountains of emails so she could leave on time. She didn’t want Javier in her home longer than necessary and she needed to be there when he arrived.
Her phone rang out, Spencer’s ringtone played loudly in the air. “Hey.”
“Hey Juniper. Sorry about that, my client had some personal issues and we ran over.”
“No, don’t worry about it. I wanted to see if we could have family night later this evening.”
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah I think so. I just got a call from my ex and he wants to talk to the kids in person.”
“Ahh. That makes sense, Malik just graduated.”
“I don’t know what he wants, but I just want to get it over with.”
“Do you want me to be there? For moral support?”
“That is really nice of you to offer, but I think we’ll be okay.”
“What time do you want me to come by then?”
Juniper had to think. “Seven… thirty sound alright?” It would be enough time to “chat” with Javier and deal with the aftermath as the kids either wigged out or flipped out.
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