Vicious Ambitions (BWWM Romance) (Wife Secrets Book 1)

by Nicety

  I tilted my head back in delight revealing a slight smile, as his tongue made it’s way into my slit flickering my pearl tongue feverishly. He teased, dancing around it a bit then going in for the kill repeating it over and over again to keep me craving more. Unable to take any more of his song and dance, my hand took on a mind of its own pushing his head right where I needed him to be.

  Trent’s face was engulfed in my pussy, wetting his entire mouth and he licked it, sucked, then licked it some more leaving my leg trembling as bad as a wet dog out in the cold storm. There was definitely a storm brewing inside of me as I grasped hold of my nipples pinching them as hard as I could, sending added pleasure up and down my body. I moaned as insatiably as a porn star, only most of those bitches were great actors. The satisfaction that I was feeling was pure reality.

  For a moment, I felt as if I was a volcano about to erupt and explode right in his mouth. The feeling was all too familiar and much more sensual and exotic than any feeling Tara had ever made me feel. It’s different when the person giving you oral pleasure is someone that you have feelings for, someone you love. This man licked me like his life depended on it. He licked me like my pussy was his last meal. He licked me like there was no other pussy in the world for him but this one. And, I came so hard in his mouth that my teeth clicked and my eyes rolled in the back of my head sending me into another era.

  Trent kept sucking, licking slightly with his tongue at the same time as I screamed at the top of my lungs but I never begged for him to stop. I was on a natural high. One so tall you would need a spaceship to get there. I felt like a rush of wind had hit me sending my body into overdrive pushing me to keep going but the feeling was so intense that my legs locked in mind air on me.

  “Ooo, shit baby. I think I’ve got a Charley Horse.” I reached my hands down to my calves attempting to massage out the pain.

  “I got you, babe,” Trent laughed as he helped to work the kinks out as well.

  “That’s never happened to me before.” My smile was as wide as the sea.

  “Well, I’ve had a lot of practice to perfect my craft.” Trent looked up at me right after he spoke realizing at the last minute what he was saying.

  My happy grin suddenly disappeared as I stared back at him. I couldn’t believe that he would fix his lips to say something as dumb as that, especially after the shit that we just been through. But it was only reassurance of what I knew all along. The old him was slowly resurfacing and shit hadn’t actually changed at all. The selfish, sex crazed Trent had only been concealed to be pulled out of the box when the time was convenient enough for him.

  Chapter 17

  Vision so clear

  “You ready for some dick baby?”

  The awkward silence seemed to have played forever before he broke it. Trent didn’t even wait for me to respond before crawling up to stick his dick in me. There was no time to think or react before he was pounding away at my uterus. I had to admit that it felt good as hell. The way his thick long shaft penetrated my walls as they surrounded him, welcoming him into me, made me weak. I flopped my arms to my side, refusing to hold him as he leaned in to suck my tits excitedly. His tongue flicked my erect nipples moving back and forth one after the other.

  I tried not to enjoy it so much, still fixated on his bullshit. My mouth opened marginally releasing a faint wail, loving the beating I was receiving. My pussy pulsated, throbbing like it wasn’t getting enough and then I could hear my heart beat loudly in my ear as if I were watching it on a large high definition screen in surround sound. As I closed my eyes, images that weren’t my husband began to play like an old Warner Brothers movie. The images were of a man’s sweaty back with my fingernails digging deep into him as he pumped like a soldier inside of me.

  My eyes opened focusing in on my husband checking every inch of him, comparing him to that image. There was no way it was he. His back and shoulders weren’t that broad. When my eyes closed again, the image returned in full force, as did my heartbeat. It showed the man palming my tits, scooping them up in his hand softly and surrounding my entire nipple with his mouth as if he was sopping up ice cream with it. I could feel my pussy tingle just from the thought of him as he pulverized my pretty little pussy into oblivion. My groans increased like none other.

  “Damn girl. You’re getting wet as hell. You trying to make me cum quick, huh?” Trent breathed on my face forcing me out of my thoughts.

  It was clear as I closed my eyes again and looked up into the man’s face noticing who it really was. I gasped bucking my eyes open and covering my mouth as I stared at Trent’s happy sweaty face. The man wasn’t my husband at all. In fact, the more that I thought about that night with the other man the more I began to wonder if eight weeks ago, he was the one who busted his seed up in me. Could this baby in fact be his and not my husband’s?

  As Trent’s torso stiffened and his back arched while he inserted his seeds inside of me. I began to recap that night:

  “You’re here again? That’s the fifth time this week, missy. I’m starting to think you’re following me,” the man noted as he sat down beside me at the bar.

  “Hey you. I’m just trying to clear my head before I go home, you know how it goes.” Sadness enveloped my face. “I think you need to be asking yourself that question, though.”

  “I’m just tired of being alone. Ya know?” He took a sip from the Corona I had sitting next to my second shot of Absolut.

  “Here, here. I’ll drink to that.” I threw back the shot, slamming the small glass on the top of the bar.

  We sat there, enjoying the loudness of our surroundings filled with multiple conversations and country music from the eighties. The bar had been around for only a short period of time but an old guy, who lived for that decade and only wanted the grown and sexy to enter his bar to spend real money, owned it. It was on the corner a few miles from my house and seeing during the middle of the week, it was very well deserted just how I liked it.

  “Wow, that storm’s really coming down out there. We should probably be getting out of here soon,” he suggested as he stood, taking a long stretch to the ceiling.

  “Yeah, maybe we should. Besides, I don’t want to be too tipsy driving home.”

  “No, no. We don’t need you getting into any accidents.” He smiled helping me to my feet. “Hey, do you think I should drive behind you just to make sure you get home alright?”

  “Um, no. I should be fine. I’m a big girl,” I laughed waving his offer off. “And, this big girl has got to use the ladies room. I’ll be right back.”

  I stumbled only a bit past the two pool tables and countless service tables, to the back of the bar. In the well-lit restroom, I struggled to squat over the rundown public toilet and pee holding my skirt up on both sides. When I was done, I kicked the toilet flush and exited the stall to wash my hands, repulsed by the condition of the ladies room in public places. Waving the water off, since the hand dryer was out of order, I headed back towards the door but was bombarded when he came storming in.

  “Hey, you can’t be in here. This is the ladies room.” My words were drunkenly ignored as he picked me up forcing my legs to wrap around his waist.

  Our lips wrestled in a thirst for one another. I removed his shirt loving the smooth feel of his broad muscular shoulders and back. I could feel his hands undo my blouse and pull my bra to the side as his mouth engulfed my large brown nipples. His colossal sized hands reached underneath my butt as my back hit the restroom door, locking it before pulling my thin lace panties to the side.

  “I’ve been daydreaming about this pussy for the longest.” He growled as he nibbled on my nipples rough yet lovingly so as not to harm me.

  I was lost in total bliss as his body pressed firmly against mine. My body needed the love and affection it was being given since Trent had been very neglectful those past few days. He locked our waists flush with one another, before he inserted his self inside of me. And, as my eyes rolled to the back of my head, he pumped
like his name was written in permanent ink on my pussy, I felt like I was drifting on bed of roses lost in translation.

  “Fuck me. Fuck me harder.” I bit my bottom lip damn near feeling as though I would draw blood.

  He was so big in me that I thought my pussy would explode into tiny little pieces. All I could do was grab hold of his back, dig my nails into him and enjoy the ride. My chin rested, nestled on his shoulder while his arms wrapped around my lower back. He made sure that I couldn’t move or wiggle my way out of the situation, not that I truly wanted to or was even trying.

  Drunken sex was always the best, so the liquid courage flowing through my veins only heightened my senses and furthered my enjoyment. My tits rubbed up against his chest as his groans vibrated me to my very core. He slid one of his hands up to my head pressing it into his shoulder blade securely. His movements grew faster as my knees grew weak. My breathing sped up as I felt myself about to cum all down his shaft. It was happening. I was cumming and so was he. He leaned me back to nipple once more on my nipples only heightening the sensual urge to cum. I bellowed at the top of my lungs, grabbing hold of the doorknob as my pussy exploded onto him.

  He bit me, gnawing away at my nipple sensually, growling like a bear in heat as he released his built up stress inside of me. We stood there a few minutes, my legs wrapped around his legs and his tongue flicking my nipples before he slowly backed out of me lowering my feet to the floor. We each fixed our clothes being delicate with each other in silence, unable to even bring our eyes up to each other.

  “So, um maybe I should follow you home. You know, to make sure you’re straight on the road and get there safely. I couldn’t have it on my conscience if anything was to happen to you after you left here.” He affixed his belt on his waist buckling it without looking my way.

  “No, really hun. I think I should be okay. Besides, I have groceries in my truck and my husband…” It was then and only then that I thought about Trent. “Oh my God.”

  “Yeah. Listen, I, uh, I…”

  “Don’t. It’s both of our faults. I’m not going to sit here and lie and say that I didn’t want it. I was probably thinking about it long before you were.” Looking back, I was honest with him about that part. “Let’s not beat ourselves up about it. It happened and there’s no turning back from it now. How about we just forget this ever happened, okay? Just know that this could never happen again.”

  “I know…I know.”

  ****

  “Where the hell did you go?” Trent huffed as he raised his head up from beside me.

  I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t even noticed his dismount from me. He was lying next to me already, seemingly out of breath with a heated look on his face. I wanted to laugh in his face. He was cute when he was jealous. But the thoughts in my head were no laughing matter. Trent was right. I had cheated on him. I was so knee deep in denial that I had begun to believe the lie myself. What seemed to start out as innocent, friendly banter, turned into a steamy one-night stand. It couldn’t even be characterized as a love affair, due to its short timeframe. He had every reason to be mad at me but no right to treat me the way he did.

  “So, are you going to act like I didn’t ask you anything or are you going to answer me?” He was adamant on me giving him a specific response.

  “Trent, I was thinking about the fire ass dick you just gave me. Damn man, quit trippin’.” I deflected his attention onto the wet pussy he just exited.

  “Yeah, that shit was the bomb wasn’t it?” He chuckled rubbing his mildly hairy chest like he had done the best deed ever.

  “Hmm.”

  He rolled over cuddling with me, laying his heavy arm on my chest as if to hug me. Trent laid his head on my chest casually licking my nipples with his tongue while giving the other a deep tissue massage. It was nice but after the thoughts I had about my previous brief encounter, I was no longer interested in much he wanted to do with me. After making it perfectly clear that he had much practice with someone else rather than me, the emotions I used to associate during his sex were no more.

  “Just so that you know, Trent, and I know I’ve told you this many times before…”

  “Yeah?”

  “But I would’ve never hurt you the way you hurt me. You literally broke my heart in half.” It was the first time I had told him the truth about what I was feeling and not felt like I needed to cry because of it.

  “Kel, if it takes me a lifetime to prove to you that I’m never going to do that to you again then I’ll spend a lifetime doing so,” he replied, looking up at me. “I love you baby and I made a mistake. I apologize. I know I can’t apologize enough but I will forever if that’s what you need.”

  Even if I wanted to believe him, apart of me knew he was lying. You know when a motherfucka is lying when they can’t keep eye contact with you and need to look off to the left or right to make sure they are keeping their story straight. Trent laid his head on my chest again continuing his massage as I stared up at the ceiling waiting for it to be over. I needed to figure out how to get my fucking life back and it was slowly becoming the only thing that I cared deeply about. As we lay, his phone rang out with some random unknown rap song. Trent scrambled for his jeans, frantically searching through it for his cell. He clicked through so fast as to not allow me to be able to see the screen. I saw it anyway. He wasn’t slick.

  It read from a number I didn’t recognize: I will not be ignored. Either come give me some dick today or I’m telling her everything.

  I needed to find that scurvy bitch and fast.

  Chapter 18

  With your slick ass

  Wednesday

  My eyes were still groggy when I turned over checking my phone for any missed messages from the night before. Eva had texted me about five times from last night to early in the morning, trying desperately for me to respond back to her. Unable to sleep in the rubble Trent still refused to clean up, I slept downstairs on the couch while he slept upstairs in our comfortable bed with all the clothes spread about.

  When I finally texted her back, she said she needed to speak with me a.s.a.p. and only in person. I didn’t even bother waking him up to tell him I was leaving. I simply hopped up, freshened myself in the smaller downstairs bathroom and headed out the door. I was hungrier than a lion in captivity as I drove down the street happy as hell that she decided on meeting at a restaurant near my old office. It was a great spot, having been there on a few occasions.

  Waiting for her to arrive, I had ordered a well-done steak with eggs and cheese. I also ordered some cheese grits with four slices of bacon and a very large glass of orange juice. That’s how hungry I was. I was half way through munching on my big ass breakfast, when she came waltzing through the door with some huge shades over her eyes and a Burberry scarf over her head. She looked as if she was seriously trying to disguise her likeness from someone.

  “Hey doc. Sorry I’m late. I had a difficult time sneaking out of my house.” Eva sat down gazing at the array of food plated all over the table.

  “Would you like some? I’ve got plenty,” I offered, holding my hand out to allow her a taste. "Wait a minute, why are you sneaking out of your house? Don’t you live alone? And, how did you get my private number, Eva?"

  "I called your office and was automatically transferred to the reception's desk. The lady that answered the phone told me that you don't work there anymore. So after a few minutes of begging and convincing her that it was a medical emergency, she finally gave in and gave it to me."

  "I'm sure her big mouth ass did." I side eyed the lady at the table across the way, even though she had nothing to do with what I was angry about.

  "I hope you're not made at me for doing so but it was very important that I speak with you."

  "No, no you're good girl. So what's up?"

  She took a few pieces of the grapes the waitress had just sat on the table and ordered a cup of black coffee with no cream or sugar, before the waitress darted off. I looked up a
t her through munches as she removed her sunglasses and folded them carefully before sitting them on the table.

  "Oh my gosh. What the hell happened to your eye, Eva? Please don't tell me you got raped trying to do one of those shows you talked about." My heart grew heavy for her.

  "No, but you're getting close. I've decided that I'm not going to do porn anymore though. I guess you can say God gave me a wake up call so to speak and showed me that I'm worth so much more than that." Her voice was meek and her demeanor was not that of the confident boogie girl that sat in my office a few weeks ago.

  "Okay, well I'm glad to see that you've turned your thoughts around on that subject. But stop evading my question." I dropped my tools on the plate and interlocked my fingers in my lap.

  "I'm not evading your question, I just really needed some time to think about what to say. I really don't know how to answer that."

  "Maybe you should try slowly and truthfully," I suggested becoming a little agitated.

  Eva bit her lip and looked around as if to feed her paranoia that someone was following her. She returned her eyes to the table, just in time to thank the waitress for bringing her bland coffee. Dipping an empty spoon inside to stir the liquid darkness around, she gazed down into the cup like she was waiting on it to change or miraculously get sweeter.

  “Well, you remember your old friend Tara? Well, a few days after that, she called me. I don’t know how she got my number and every time I asked her she would change the subject.” Eva never took her eyes off the black coffee.

  “She got it from your file at the office. She stole it. But continue.”

  “She kicked it with me all week, having sex and ordering pizza at my apartment. I didn’t even go to classes because she didn’t want me to leave her. Then one day she came crying hysterically, saying that you fired her and that she was broke and had nowhere to go or no way to pay her rent. I swear when she asked could she stay with me, I wanted to tell her no right then and there. I was already tired of her. She always there smothering me.” Eva was on the brink of crying, I could tell.