by S. E. Hall
She shrugs her shirt off her shoulders and stands waiting, yearning for my next explicit instruction, the fire in her eyes unmistakable.
“Now the bra.” I toe off my shoes and socks blindly, not daring to interrupt my view.
She reaches around her back and undoes the clasp then holds the loose fabric in place with both hands, just begging me to seize control. Which I’m inclined to do more often than not, but tonight, tonight I want to be provoked and lured into taking her.
I slant my head and give her a suggestive grin, letting her know the next move will be hers, and I will wait for it.
Biting the corner of her lip, she lets the silk fall, arms then dropping to her sides. I harden even more from the sight, high firm globes topped with pebbled pink tips, bouncing for me with her labored breaths. My mouth literally waters to suck one in and play with it, but still, I pace myself.
“Love your tits, gorgeous girl.” I reach down and flick open the button on my pants then unzip them, giving my rock hardness some breathing room. “Love that ass of yours more though, so show me. Keep going.”
She slowly starts to work on her own pants as I do the same with my shirt, my chest bared by the time that she stands before me in only a meager piece of blue lace. Down to just my boxer briefs, I pull myself out, tugging up and down my cock with a tight grasp.
“Come here.” I groan. Watching my hand in fascination, she walks toward me.” You do it for me. Stroke it, baby.”
When her tiny but firm grip wraps around me and squeezes before starting to glide along my steel length, I grab both sides of her flimsy panties, where the lace sits on her curvy hips, and with one twist then yank, have them ripped off her body. Without having to be told, she releases me and drops to her knees, pushing my boxer briefs all the way down my legs where I step out of them.
My dick bobs toward her mouth, right there and begging to be filled. “Take me in your mouth. Suck me, Laney.” She bends her head forward and wraps her lips around the head, running her tongue under the ridge there. “Fuck.” I groan. “Good girl, just like that.”
My woman can suck a mean cock. I taught her that. But she’s too good, and I have bigger plans, so I stop her, pulling gently on her hair.
I’m done with the thrill of foreplay, ready to fill more than her mouth. I reach one hand down for her to take, helping her to her feet and leading us to the water.
It’s nice and warm, complete darkness but for the moonlight. I grab under her ass and seamlessly, my woman curls her arms and legs around me.
I swim us over to the long pier that stretches out into the water and place a hand on her head, careful with her as I guide us underneath it. I push her back against one of the wide, wooden base poles and warn her. “Hold on,” I hiss with fading control, needing to be buried in her more than I need to breathe.
“Mmm,” she purrs as she curls her arms tighter around my neck, muscular legs ringing around my waist, squeezing her thighs tight into my sides. “Love me, babe.”
“I do love you. But right now, I’m going to fuck you. Hard.” That’s the only notice I give her before I slam my dick home through those warm, wet walls of hers, made just for me. My head falls back and a sound I don’t recognize resonates from deep within me from the sensation. She always feels so damn good, mine, an ideal fit. That tight pussy, I never stop wanting, constricting around my cock from the second I get it in her.
I know men operate under some myth that sex isn’t all that great in water, the conduciveness of water not as fluid as you’d like, but when the pussy you’re in is dripping and ready for you, everything slides just as smoothly as it should. And Laney’s cunt sucks me in greedily, flawlessly, the natural lubrication of her want for me silky perfection.
I use one hand to brace myself on the log behind her, the other wrapped under her ass to hold her up. I drive back and forth inside her, tilting her pelvis until her moans deepen and become louder, telling me that I’m hitting right where she needs me to. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Mhmm.” She grabs the back of my head and fuses her mouth to mine, digging her fingers in my scalp.
The water splashes and swirls around us as my girl moves faster, widening her thighs to give full access as she twitches, twirls and grinds up and down me.
“That’s right baby, dance on that dick. God damn.” I eat at her mouth again, savoring her wet clutch around me and the thrumming pulse of the sweet pussy that’s only ever felt me, only ever let my dick inside. That’s a potent thought that does carnal, barbaric things to a man’s head, heart, cock... swelling within her to an almost impossible fit, causing the familiar fire of release to start racing up my spine.
When I’m here, in Laney, my wife... all else ceases to exist. My only worry how many times I can make her come before I explode. My only thoughts on how to get closer, deeper, permanently connected to her. My only want to feel her coat me in her, our, pleasure.
“Jesus baby, you…” I lose the thought when she scores her nails down my back to my ass, grabbing both cheeks and dragging me farther, harder, inside her. I slink a hand between us and find her clit, swirling my thumb with the precise pressure and speed I know she likes, till she’s wailing into the night, demanding my come from me.
“Whose?” I thrust hard, then ease slowly out till just the tip remains in her moist heat. “Say it. Whose baby are you?”
“Yours Dane, only, always, yours.”
That’s what I fucking thought.
“You look like you just took a plowing,” Bennett crudely surmises, with an eyebrow wiggle as we meet her and Zach midway up the resort sidewalk.
“We went swimming,” I clip, my head held high.
“Swimming, fucking.” She flicks her hand in dismissal, “whichever. Anyway, we were coming to find you to settle a debate for us. The grandparents all went to bed, which means the booze came out, and so did Sawyer’s claws. Zach here thinks we should leave it be, that Blaze and/or Ryder, whoever he’s targeting at any given second, can take it. I, however, think we should stop him.”
“Good God, let’s go,” I start to rush past her but she latches onto my arm.
“By we, I meant we should make Zach and Dane go control their boy while we sit out here and catch up. My foot hurts, I need fresh air and I haven’t seen you all day.”
“Okay, come on.” I help her hobble to a nearby patio table and sit down. “Have fun boys! Lemme know if you can’t handle it. And Dane?”
“Yes, dear?” He mocks, standing right where I left him with his arms crossed over his chest, brows trying to meet in the middle.
“Remind your son he’s not old enough to drink.”
“My son? First time I’ve heard you say that in a while.”
Zach laughs and claps Dane’s shoulder. “That’s because she thinks he’s doing something wrong. Don’t worry, he’ll be Mama’s boy again tomorrow, when he’s sober. Come on. And no wandering off on that foot, B.”
“Send someone out here with drinks!” Bennett calls after them. “Alcoholic, made with at least three fruits!”
“So.” I dive right in, “where were you all day?” My nose tickles from the suspicious giggle I’m holding in.
“Uh, in my room. Hurt foot, remember?”
“My God, how bad can it be? Is it still attached? Let me see!” I lay my hand over my heart and gasp.
“I do have one good one left, which I will cram straight up your ass, ya know.”
“Uh huh, nice try on the deflecting.” I narrow my eyes.
“If you’re choking on something over there Laney, better spit it out.” She leans back and folds her arms, glaring at me while pursing her lips.
Here goes… I’m certainly not afraid of Bennett. Over the years, she’s mastered “dishing it out.” Well, she’s about to take it. And who’s she foolin’? She asked me to stay out here because this is the very conversation she and I both know she wanted to have, lest she implode from keeping it bottled up.
“W
hat’s going on with you and Zachary Taylor Reese?” I grin, leaning in on my elbows.
“I would’ve known who you meant if you had just said ‘Zach.’” She rolls her eyes. “And we’re best friends, same as always. Hate to disappoint ya there, Gossip Girl. X-O-X-O, though.” She air smooches me.
I slam my hand down on the table. “You are so full of shit, Bennett! I saw the way you treated Tia!”
“Who? Oh, the maid Zach brought snorkeling? Pssh.” She flings her hair over her shoulder. “I didn’t treat her any kind of way. I actually made friendly conversation, didn’t I? And if she can’t handle that little taste of my legitimate curiosity, she’d never make it in the Crew. See, saved us all some time and headache.”
“And Shane, Mr. Baseball? What’s going on with him?”
“No idea, could’ve already gone home for all I know. And I didn’t invite him. Sawyer did,” she quips… except a lot bitchier than just a normal quip.
“Did Sawyer invite him dancing too? You completely ignored us to bump and grind with him all night.”
“Did Zach ask me to dance and I missed it? Didn’t think so. I’m in Jamaica, and there was dancing. I danced. No big deal. Let me ask you this though, did Shane have sex with my face, like Zach and Whorey Housekeeper, and I somehow missed that too?”
She’s getting very defensive—Code Red—her cheeks and throat the same color as her hair and a downright evil bite in her bark. Plus, she’s now using her hands to talk, and not just any hands, karate chopping the air, or the imitation of a knife slashing someone’s throat hands.
Perfect time to push harder. Cause that’s what friends are for and all. Plus, I do love myself a heated debate.
“Why’s it matter, Bennett?”
“It doesn’t!” As much as I don’t want the guys to come back with our drinks and interrupt, this chick could use some calming elixir.
“Then why are you yelling?” I yell back. She’s high on Jamaican air if she thinks I’m gonna sit here and coddle her loud ass.
I can literally see the lumps of control bump along her throat as she swallows down her psycho. “I’m. Not.” She grits out, but at a reasonable volume now.
“So you’re not jealous?” I drum my fingertips on the table, the other hand casually propping up my chin.
“Not at all. Be a little late now anyway.” It trailed off in a gloomy muffle, but I heard it.
“Why? Bennett, why is it a little late now? What is a little late now?” I plead, practically salivating for her to open the floodgates and let me help her paddle safely to the side.
“Zach’s great, honestly, he’s my best friend in the whole world. No offense, you are too, but you have a family to take care of. Zach and I, well, we only have each other to worry about. Tia just didn’t seem right for him, but I shouldn’t have been so rude to her. I’ll fix it.”
Aannnd, we’ve made a total one-eighty. So fast, I’m dizzy.
“Bennett.” I reach over and cover her hand with my own. “You know I want you happy, we all do, whatever that looks like. You and Zach have both brought around a ton of different dates over the years, but this time, this trip, something’s different. I can feel it, Ben, just like I know you can too. You know you can talk to me, no judgment.”
The agonized noise she lets out can only be described as what sadness sounds like, pure and raw, and it hurts me for her just hearing it. “Zach and I will always be friends, close ones. I’m not going anywhere, and any new bitch that comes slithering around and thinks different can kiss my fabulous ass. But…” She looks off and I see the gleam of tears in her eyes. “Sometimes, when you shut a door, and hide away the key... you forget where you put it, and can never open that same door again.”
What does that mean? Did something happen between Zach and her? How long ago? What’s behind the damn door????
She laughs, although pained and facetious, shaking her head. Guess I said, screamed, either… all that out loud. “Don’t over think it, Laney. You’re not a locksmith. And I wouldn’t call you even if you were. You love your fairytales and happily ever-afters. Well, lemme give ya a big spoiler. Lots of those damsels could’ve figured a way out of their towers. They didn’t want to escape. They wanted to be rescued.”
She stands, all her weight on one foot as she holds out her hand. “Come on, time to call it a night.”
I move to take her hand, confused and far from ready for this conversation to be over, when a deep voice startles us both.
“Let me help you, Ben.” Zach just inside the shadows, steps forward. I try to read his face, something I’ve always prided myself at being able to do, but he gives away nothing.
How much had he heard?
And of what he did, does he understand all she didn’t just say?
Some Kind of Way
His set in stone face and blank eyes had the opposite of his desired effect, telling me what I fully suspected. He heard what I said. Laying out the woes of my battered and broken heart in cryptic message that he no doubt decoded. I just couldn’t hold it all in another torturous second, so I vented in a way where I offloaded some of the burden, but still felt hidden.
Some secrets can’t ever be spoken.
They wouldn’t understand, and I’d lose all I have left.
But I can certainly discuss it with Zach.
“Nothing to say? Critique? No follow up questions?” I give him lip as he walks with me back to the room.
His faint chuckle is sharp around the edges. “You drunk?”
“No! Don’t you think you would’ve noticed if I was tossing ’em back?”
“You double up on your pain meds?” He wraps one arm around my waist, stiff and purely for support, probably noticing that my limp’s worsening the later it gets, having been on it a lot this evening.
“Just ask me what you really wanna know.” Enough with the games and pussy footing around. He holds open the door, waiting for me to enter, but I refuse. I’m not going a damn place until he uses his big-boy voice and asks me an actual question; the one I can smell burning his tongue.
“I just—” His chin lowers to meet his chest, one hand reaching up to scrub the back of his neck. Then all of a sudden, his head pops up. He’s decided to go for it. With purpose in his green eyes, he looks straight into mine, nostrils as flared as his pupils. I don’t get you, Bennett.” He huffs, “What the hell’s up with you this trip, huh? Why the bitch treatment to Tia? And the crazy rambling to Laney? Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” I exhale slowly defeated and exhausted, so genuine, and shuffle past him through the doorway. “You didn’t do a thing wrong. Just ignore me, I’m PMSing.” I fib an excuse.
“No you’re not.” I snap my head back toward him in shock, his cheeks a shade of crimson I’ve never seen him wear.
“How do you know that?”
“You’re kidding, right? Bennett, think of all the tampon runs I’ve made for you, the purple box, unscented, cause the perfumed ones are dangerous for, never mind. Or how about all the times I’ve scrounged up your heating pad cause you had cramps and couldn’t remember where you put it. And let’s not forget my personal favorite, picking up your birth control prescription for you. That’s how I know. Now let’s get you to bed before you act any crazier tonight.”
Still stunned by the plethora of embarrassing intel he just spouted, I didn’t realize he knew that much about me, I hobble up to my room with as little of his assistance as possible; feeling crazy enough for it to actually be my time of the month.
I slump down on the sofa and take off my walking brace and one shoe, super chic, tossing it across the room. Damn, I was hoping I’d hit something with it. “You know I don’t deserve you, don’t you?”
“Uh huh,” he mumbles, watching me throw my tantrum with amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth, a beautiful mouth, bottom lip much juicer than the top.
“And you don’t deserve the way I’m acting. So if I was to ask you to stay and watch, say, ‘Eagle E
ye,’” I happen to know it’s one of his favorites, and I saw it on the Dane-Pay-Per-View list, “I wouldn’t be surprised or blame you if you said no.”
“No idea what’s gotten into you tonight woman, but you are acting some type of way.” He kicks off his shoes and socks… must be the temptation of Eagle Eye. “I wanna shower before we start it, though, cause we both know we’re falling asleep before it’s over. So you want to take one first?” “No, you go ahead, I’m fine.”
He reaches behind his head and tugs off his shirt, cause he couldn’t have waited until he was in the bathroom to do that just trying to torture me now.
Zach’s a big ole’ boy, the tallest of all the guys at well over six feet tall, and not an ounce of fat on him. The light scattering of hair on his chest is the same dirty blond as that on his head and the dark tribal ink on both his shoulders is a sinful kind of sexy.
But it’s nothing I haven’t seen a hundred times before. So why I’m throbbing painfully between my legs tonight, I’m not sure.
“Don’t.” He says, dark and resolute.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t look at me like I wouldn’t be your biggest regret in the morning. I’m going to take a shower, Bennett. While I’m in there, think about why it isn’t an option, and who set that rule. Then cover yourself in head to toe pajamas and get the movie ready.”
And with that, he walks to the bathroom and in a few seconds I hear the shower start running. I’m glad he’s so immune to the romantic intent and scenery surrounding us everywhere we look. His level-head gives me the self-preserving illusion of choosing the reprieve I need to get my own back on straight.
It’s just… Zach and I are the staple “single ones” here in paradise, surrounded by half-naked bodies, tangled together more often than not. And all the wedding talk. And though Zach and I spend more time together than most married couples… I’m lonely. Really lonely.