F.M.P. Society

by Dakota Cassidy

  “This happened kind of suddenly. I’d planned to wait, but you’re irresistible. I don’t think I can wait anymore,” he said as he ran his tongue along the sensitive skin of her neck. “I don’t want you running off on me because I scared you. I loved every inch of your body tonight, and I want it all. Believe me, Cara, there’s nothing I’d like more than to make love to you.” His moan rang in her ear and she felt the urgent press of his hard cock as he moved his hips in the circle of her thighs. “But there’s plenty of time if you don’t want to. We can wait.”

  “Um…does this mean we’re…You don’t want to…To…” Well of course it does, you tart. Definitely not a mission accomplished.

  He’d been doing just fine as far as she was concerned. Jesus, she’d let this man give her the orgasm of her life and he wanted nothing in return? Well as far as she was concerned, this was not over. Not by a long shot, stud muffin. He kept talking like this might go further than tonight. She knew better and she was going to utilize every weapon in her sexual arsenal to pull it off.

  “It means that I’ve wanted to make love with you since the first moment I laid eyes on you and if you want to wait, I can do that. I won’t like it, but I’ll do it.”

  Did all men say stuff like this? He hadn’t known she’d existed prior to today. He’d just laid eyes on her today. This was not going as planned. What happened to the one night stand theory? Damn, she had missed her opportunity and now there was no going back. Maybe he didn’t think she’d be good in bed? Hey, wait a minute! She was as good a one night stand as any!

  Pathetic. She was decidedly pathetic. She couldn’t even get laid with a pair of magic shoes to help her. Her cheeks flushed with heat. He knelt before her and laved her rigid nipple as her back arched into his lips. Oh crap, she couldn’t let this opportunity pass her by.

  Time to take charge. She wiggled her ass to the end of the bed and let his cock graze her pussy.

  “Get the condom, Alex. I want to fuck and I want to do it now.”

  His head popped up while his brown eyes sought hers. Cara looked him dead in the eye, daring him to do otherwise. She reached around him and grabbed the little foil packet from her nightstand, tearing it open roughly. She pushed at his broad chest still wearing a T-shirt, and circled his cock with her hand, sliding the condom over his shaft. Then she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and pulled him over top of her. His delicious weight pressed her into the bed and she allowed herself to revel in the luxury of skin-on-skin contact.

  Running her hands over his back, she lifted her hips, wrapping her thighs around his waist and reveling in the slippery slide his cock made in her wet folds.

  Moving between them, he guided his shaft to her entrance. She burned with the need to have him impale her. Shoving his shirt out of the way, she let her nipples rub against his chest as he slid into her.

  “Oh!” Oh, my God. It was everything she’d dreamed it might be and more. Hard, thick, solid, and hot all at once. A sensory overload of one sensation after the next, each better than the last. She stifled the scream that threatened to rip from her throat.

  He groaned upon entry, stilling her for a moment.

  “Christ, you feel so good,” he whispered as his hips began to grind into hers.

  Her tight walls gripped him, as he stroked her gently at first, allowing her time to adjust to his thrusts. Gliding in and out of the wet warmth of her cunt, he filled her with his heat. Cara’s hands clutched at his ass, forcing him to drive deeper as she clung to him. Alex pulled away from her, leaning back to watch himself as he drove into her. She watched his cock glide between her legs as the crisp hair above it rasped against her clit. Cara reached between them to run her nails through the thick thatch of hair, Alex groaned and leaned back over her. Cara buried her face in his shoulder, inhaling his distinct male scent.

  The muscles in his neck tightened and flexed against her cheek. His lips found hers and slid his tongue in her mouth, while reaching between them and fondling her aching clit. They rocked together, finding a rhythm that seemed to match her heartbeat.

  It began as a slow spiral of heat, winding its way upward and spreading throughout her body. Pulsing through every vein, and licking at her pussy until she exploded with a scream she muffled in his neck. She felt his muscles tighten too and she gripped his shoulders tightly as he threw his head back and gasped for breath. His cock pulsed within her, throbbing as he came.

  Alex collapsed on top of her, letting his full weight relax and stealing her breath away with his weight.

  Nothing had ever made her feel like that. No one had ever…well, okay she’d had an orgasm or two in her life, but not the explosion of unbearable heat she’d just experienced. Tears burned at the back of her eyelids. Damn him for being as fabulous as she’d always dreamed he’d be. And now it was over.

  Fabulous shithead.

  He lifted his head to look at her, smiling down, “Wow.”

  Indeed.

  Cara couldn’t help it, that boyish grin turned her insides to mush and set her heart to pitter-pattering out of control, she blushed. “Yeah, wow.” She struggled to pull herself out from under him wanting to hide away somewhere, so she could lick her wounds.

  “Hey, where do you think you’re going?” He held onto her tightly, refusing to let her leave the bed.

  “Don’t you want to, er um, clean up?”

  “In a minute, for now I want you to stop squirming and lay here next to me quietly.”

  Ah, the afterglow. So now what? She couldn’t recall what happened next.

  He tucked her under his arm and she relented, letting her head rest on his shoulder. God, he was so fabulous. Every sinewy, hardened, bronzed inch of him. Her heart constricted tightly in her chest and her throat threatened to close up.

  His breathing became shallow and the hold he had on her slackened.

  He’d fallen asleep? Good gravy, this certainly didn’t say much for her “afterglow” skills.

  Carefully, she slipped from his arms and sat up. His cock was still covered in the condom. It lay against his thigh, impressive even in its flaccid state. Jeez, now he was snoring. He flung his arm up over his head. She was going to have to remove that thing. Ick.

  With quick, gentle fingers, she gave it a tug and went off to the bathroom to throw it out.

  She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she crossed the room, buck naked with nuthin’ but her shoes on and a method of birth control dangling from her fingers.

  Chapter 5

  Cara was a morning person under normal circumstances, but this particular morning left her feeling like she’d been run over by a Mack-truck. Every last muscle in her body ached and her mouth was pasty. Then she remembered Alex, and her heart jerked. Last night was now the morning after. Her hand grazed the opposite side of the bed to find it empty.

  She pulled the blankets over her head and burrowed further into the mattress. If she didn’t open her eyes, it would be all right. She would just stay here in bed and lick her wounds, breaking only for the obligatory venture into a pity party with a gallon of Haagen Dazs.

  “Morning, good lookin’”

  She felt the bed sag beside her as the blanket was peeled back from her face. Nooooooooooo. It couldn’t be, and then she remembered, she’d cleaned them both up, thrown on an old shirt and climbed into the bed. By then Alex had moved and his body was lying at an angle, he was fast asleep, so she’d covered him. Fully expecting him to wake up and leave. She was a sound sleeper, so she’d hoped he’d just go after she fell asleep.

  No awkward goodbyes, no promises of phone calls, no begging him to stay.

  He tweaked her feet, “Cute slippers. I like ‘em. Do your feet get that cold at night that you need to sleep with them?”

  Slippers? She moved her feet, rubbing them against her calves. They were fuzzy.

  She raised her leg and looked down the length of her body, trying to focus on her foot. Big floppy ears like airplane wings hung down over
the sides of some very pink, fuzzy slippers. Plastic eyes, glued to the front wobbled and made a soft rattling noise.

  Bunny slippers. Cute, very cute. Wait ‘till she got a hold of the flawless triplets! Her fabulous red shoes had mated and made cute, pink bunnies, with googlie eyes.

  Alex leaned forward nuzzling her neck and nibbling at her ear, “Sorry I fell asleep last night. Bet I can make it up to you.” He kissed her jaw, moving closer to her lips and her morning breath.

  She put her hand over her mouth and he nipped her fingers. “No,” she shook her head, “you don’t want to do that. I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

  His tongue inched between her fingers to slide over her lips. Cara’s hands went immediately to his head as the now familiar ache he created, began to simmer in the pit of her belly.

  “Gimme a good morning kiss, woman.”

  She moaned giving into his demand by wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back. She wrinkled her nose in approval, he smelled like her soap and his breath was minty fresh. Alex trailed a finger over her nipple and it responded in kind. She arched her back. He was so good at this. He deftly unbuttoned her nightshirt, one painstaking button at a time, while his tongue dueled with hers. He left her lips to press soft kisses along her jaw and on the tender flesh of her neck. Wetting his finger, he circled it around her nipple and she gasped with delight as it stiffened tightly.

  Then his mouth was on it and his tongue was laving the swollen bud in slow circles. Her pussy clenched and she found her legs spreading, ready and inviting.

  He cupped her cunt, his callused thumb tracing the outline of her swollen lips. “Smooth, and soft,” he commented around her nipple.

  She groaned at his words, squirming beneath him when he dragged his finger between the wet folds. Her clit throbbed almost painfully, begging to be caressed.

  His finger slipped inside her and she reared up against him as he entered. With long licks, he swiped at her nipple. The combination of cool air, and his heated tongue sent her head spinning. Her hips thrust upward, riding his hand as he drove his finger into her wet passage and thumbed her clit. Her inner walls gripped his finger, savoring the easy slide.

  She came on a sigh, gripping his shoulders and bucking beneath his hand.

  Good hell, she was blushing. She was a tart.

  “Now that was a good morning kiss. And I didn’t think your breath smelled too bad at all,” he chuckled into her neck.

  She giggled, “Get off of me so I can brush my teeth.”

  “I made coffee.”

  “Did you? Making yourself right at home, aren’t you?”

  “Well, I figure you’d better get used to having me here.”

  “Really, why’s that?”

  “Cause I can’t resist a girl with a good case of morning breath. Besides your cat really likes me.”

  Her hand flew to her mouth covering it, but her eyes smiled at his lazy grin. He swatted at her ass.

  “C’mon, grab a shower. I’ll have your coffee ready and waiting. I’ll even feed the cat.”

  Her gut clenched at the warm fuzzy her heart was having. The man of her dreams was attending to her every need. Treating her like he was going to hang around for a while. And her bunny slippers were winking at her reminding her exactly why he continued to hang around. Well then, she’d just wear the bunny slippers until hell froze over.

  * * * * *

  “Somebody got laid.” Cara nearly jumped out of her skin, falling out of the shower with a thunk as the tinkling of Katia’s seductive tones filled the small bathroom. She hated when they did that! If they were an illusion, she had the mind of a mad woman to conjure up something this real.

  “Could I get a little warning next time you decide to pop in? What the hell are you doing here? And where have you three been, all night long?”

  Simone, appeared out of nowhere from behind her. Her husky drawl made Cara’s ears burn, “Had a good time last night, didn’t you?”

  “Wanna tell me what’s up with the bunny slippers? Is this your idea of a joke?”

  Mia laughed, “We did tell you they changed with whatever you wear didn’t we? So when you put that, like really ugly, fashion faux pas of a nightshirt on, they did their thing.”

  “If I were you I wouldn’t complain, sweet cheeks. Those shoes didn’t seem to upset you when you were riding the old stallion of love,” Katia snickered then pinched her cheeks. She picked up one of Cara’s slippers.

  Cara grabbed it back from her, “Give those to me, they’re my bunny slippers, and I like them. Oh, and thanks for the condom, nice touch.” Back away from the bunny slippers slowly.

  “Silly, nobody wants to take them from you. I just didn’t know slippers could be so utterly dreadful, and you’re welcome, we aim to please.” Katia flashed Cara a brilliant smile, while she blew on her freshly painted nails.

  “I think they’re cute. They remind me of home…and the farm.” Mia’s eyes misted over as she choked out the words. Cara moved to give her a consoling hug.

  “You lived on a farm?” Fabulous girls really were Iowa corn fed.

  “Pluuueaase,” Simone warned, “could we not get started on that again? Miss E. I. E. I. O. here will bawl a river.”

  “I will not! Isn’t it okay for me to miss my family? Don’t be such a bitch, Simone,” Mia huffed at her wiping a tear away.

  Simone glared at Mia, “It’s fine darling, as long as you don’t let your eyes get puffy and red over it.”

  “Like we have to worry about that now, Simone,” Katia reminded her, waving ten crimson nails up and down to dry them.

  Simone’s almond eyes narrowed, “Don’t start with the dead thing again, Katia or I’ll…”

  “You’ll what?”

  Cara pushed her way between them, hiking her towel up. “Hey! Cut it out, you guys. There isn’t time for you to argue in here. I have to get to work.”

  “And get back to Alex,” Simone snorted.

  Cara smiled, “Yes, him too. So quit fighting and tell me what’s next.”

  “What’s next is up to you, lamb chop. We’re only here ‘til we’re gone.”

  Cara made a face, “Oooh, very cryptic, Mia. What the hell does that mean?”

  Mia shrugged her slender shoulders, “It means that when our job is done, we go away.”

  Wait one fairy godmother second, did this mean they would be gone forever? “Won’t I ever see you again?”

  “How about we worry about that when the time comes, muffin?” Katia brushed Cara’s hair away from her face.

  Cara brushed Katia’s hand away, “Don’t muffin me, Katia. What is it with all of the food references anyway? I want to know what happens to you! Where do you go, why can’t I see you all again?”

  Simone sighed, crossing her arms in front of her chest, “Right now, you have a man waiting outside in your kitchen who’s making you coffee. A fabulous man, mind you. Who thinks you’re a raving lunatic because you’re in the damn bathroom talking to yourself. So I’d suggest you lower your voice and get dressed.”

  She looked at Simone. “He can’t hear you three?” Oh, shit.

  “Now, marshmallow, if he could hear us, we wouldn’t really be fairy godmothers with special magic powers, now would we? There’d be no magic in that. We’d be just like you and if we were, I can assure you we wouldn’t be in this bathroom talking about bunny freakin’ slippers!”

  Well, there was that.

  “We’d be on a runway in Milan…” Simone said, with longing and a faraway look in her eyes.

  “Don’t even go there, Simone,” Mia warned. “Now listen up, Cara. Go take care of that hottie in the kitchen. Simone and Katia, let’s go,” she paused a moment to think.”Let’s go shopping! That always makes you two feel better.”

  Cara began digging around in the makeup bag so she could slap some goop on her face. She felt positively teary over this turn of events. She was becoming attached to these Barbie knock-offs. Damn them, for showing up and
turning her life upside down. Then threatening to leave her high and dry.

  “Don’t get upset, Cara. We won’t go until it’s time, when you’re ready.” The girls gathered behind her, their flawless faces hovering above hers in the bathroom mirror.

  “What if I’m not ready? What if I’m never ready?”

  “Oh, honeybunch, the time will come. Right now, let’s get pretty for Alex.”

  Alex. Her heart did a somersault. No one bothered to explain when these shoes were coming off, and when he would be gone too. She wouldn’t think of it, not now. Apparently, the train ride of unbridled passion hadn’t pulled into the station just yet.

  * * * * *

  He rapped sharply on the door with his knuckles. “Hey, who are you talking to in there?”

  The muffled sounds coming from the bathroom were peculiar. Was she talking to herself? Well, okay, so she had a quirk or two.

  He didn’t care, she was sexy as hell and smart too. Waiting to go out with her was the smartest thing he could have done. Perfect timing in his mind, cause the wolves were beating down the door.

  He glanced back over his shoulder at the bouquet of flowers that had just arrived. He wanted to tear the small, square envelope open and see who they were from. He’d tried holding it up to the light, but all he could see was the scribbled ink.

  Maybe it was her birthday? Wouldn’t that suck if he’d missed it? He’d give his own woman flowers, he didn’t need some other guy doing it.

  Again, the muffled muttering came from behind the bathroom door.

  “Cara? Are you okay in there? Need a little help? Cause I could do that you know…” His little nether friend agreed, as it swelled beneath his jeans.

  “No, I’m fine. Gimme just a minute and I’ll be out.”

  He padded back to the living room and sat down by the flowers. He plucked a petal off one of the perfect daisies out of spite, crushing it between his fingers. Whoever the asshole was who’d sent these better just back the fuck off.