Something Forever

by M. Clarke

  Holy fuck! “Yes,” I replied, feeling my chest rise and fall with the pleasure that was building inside of me.

  “Now...stick your finger inside and pretend that’s my dick. I’m going to pretend I’m inside of you.”

  Hearing Matthew groaning into the phone brought me to another level of excitement. There was no way he could fake that sound; it was too genuine. Every moan he made intensified the need for him. “Can you feel me, Becca? Push in deeper.”

  “It’s not the same,” I whimpered. My body was in limbo. I couldn’t satisfy myself, and the more I tried, the build-up became unbearable.

  “Want me to finish it for you, Becca? You want me inside of you?” His tone whispered into the phone in the most delicious way. I was already losing my mind, yearning for him.

  “Yes, but you’re not here.” I said it somewhat angrily, trying to tame the throbbing ache between my legs. I was mad at him for pushing me over the edge, to the point that my pants were halfway down, my breast exposed, and I was now watching the stupid porn. How I got to this point, I had no clue. It was as if his words were magic, controlling my actions.

  “I promised before that I wouldn’t start something I couldn’t finish. Now...open the door.”

  What? I quickly put my clothes back on and walked to the door with the phone in my ear. “Are you serious? You’re not here, are you?” I looked through the peephole. Oh my God! Before I could swing the door all the way open, Matthew reached for me. With my back against the wall, his lips conquered mine so hard you would think he hadn’t seen me in months. Yet, I didn’t mind. I missed him just as much.

  “Matthew...how...when?” I could barely get my words out. He was devouring me like crazy. His hands slipped into my PJ bottoms, feeling me everywhere he could touch. He suddenly stopped, breathing heavily against my neck.

  After we both caught our breaths, Matthew cupped my face. “I assume everyone is asleep?”

  “Yes.”

  “Come with me.”

  “Where?”

  “Next door.”

  “Next door? You mean you got a room right next door?” I started laughing.

  “Max did, so I followed suit.” With a shrug of his shoulders, he gave me the most adorable, boyish grin...the kind I just wanted to suck off his face.

  Without a word, because I expected him to finish what he’d started, I let him grab my hand and lead me to his suite. When we got there, Max was standing by the door with his arms crossed. He was in jeans and T-shirt, just like Matthew. They both looked young and playful in their casual outfits, but as devilishly handsome as always.

  “What took you so long?” Max asked shyly. He looked so guilty. It was funny to see these grown men act like children. “Hi, Becky. Surprise.” He flashed an innocent smile. “Matthew’s idea,” he said, then took off to Jenna.

  It was funny how they blamed each other. I had to laugh at that. I didn’t really care whose idea it was; I was just ecstatic to see Matthew. Jenna was going to be really surprised in the morning.

  “Wait. He doesn’t have the key to our place,” I said, glancing over my shoulder to Max.

  “The room is under our names, so we have a set of keys.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

  “Was that your plan all along?” With pouty lips, I gave him a playful glare.

  “Maybe...maybe not.” Matthew picked me up, anchored my legs around his hips, and started heading for his room. “Now, where were we before my brother rudely interrupted us?” Opening the door, he said with a wink, “Welcome to Las Vegas, Becca. What happens in Vegas continues when we get home.”

  Jenna

  Since the curtains were drawn and it was dark, I didn’t know what time it was. All I knew was that I’d had a good night’s sleep. No one had bothered to wake me up, so I figured it was still early in the morning.

  I didn’t know much about Becky’s sleeping habits, but she snuggled right next to me. Not wanting to wake her, and not wanting to be face to face with her, I decided not to roll over. She must have thought I was Matthew from the way her hand was resting on my hip. Trying to get out of the awkward situation, and needing a glass of water, I slowly moved my legs.

  Wait a minute! Becky’s leg was hairy. She wore jeans last night so I couldn’t tell, but holy Jesus. Wait! Something wasn’t right. It was too hairy.

  I stiffened when I heard a manly groan sound and felt the puff of air on my neck. Oh my God! That was not Becky. Remembering back to last night, I realized hadn’t done anything. I was the one that went to bed first. Going into panic mode, I contemplated what to do as my heart thumped erratically. Should I scream?

  I glanced down and saw that I was fully clothed. Thank God! Without looking to see who was lying next to me—because I was deathly afraid to—I pushed whomever was beside me and jumped off the bed. It happened quickly, but my reflexes were a bit slow. When he grabbed me, I screamed bloody murder...so loud that Nicole and Kate barged through the door.

  “Jenna, it’s me, Max,” he said, covering my mouth. We were both seated upright.

  “Max?” I turned, my breath heaving and still scared out of my mind. “What are you doing here?” My eyes were pooled with frightened tears as I looked at Nicole and Kate. They both had their hands on their chests, right above their heart, gaping from Max to me.

  “Max?” Nicole looked confused.

  “Max?” Kate repeated, seeming just as flabbergasted.

  “Sorry. Everything is fine. I scared Jenna. I won’t be staying. I didn’t come to crash the party,” Max rambled until Nicole and Kate left the room with smiles.

  Max held me tightly, caressing my hair and face. “I’m so sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to scare you like that. I wanted to surprise you.” Max’s chest vibrated against mine when I heard him release a small chuckle.

  “You think this is funny.” I pulled away, and tried to hide a smile. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”

  “I wouldn’t mind doing CPR on you. It will be my pleasure.”

  I lightly socked him. “I bet you wouldn’t mind. Where’s Becky?”

  Max bit his bottom lip with a smirk, giving me a mischievous grin. He wouldn’t answer until I narrowed my eyes at him. “Next door.”

  “Next door?” My pitch reached its limit. “You were planning to come here all this time and you didn’t tell me?”

  Max didn’t answer. Instead, he dove in for a long, lingering, ‘pulling out my bottom lip with his teeth’ kind of kiss. “Jenna, I missed you.”

  Shoot! He started to sing. I couldn’t help myself as I stared at him with doting eyes. My heart levitated and I was completely swooned by his voice. The way he sang and nibbled my neck, I couldn’t even pretend to be mad at him. I had completely become an idiot.

  “Max,” I called softly.

  “Yes, babe? Don’t talk, just enjoy.” He kissed me tenderly on that perfect spot on my shoulder, producing pleasurable shivers down my spine. “Let me enjoy. I’ll be leaving after I have my Jenna breakfast.”

  Max’s tongue was practically bathing my neck and down to the base of my breast. How my buttons got undone, I had no clue. I had on a long pair of cotton PJs from Victoria’s Secret. At times, I had no idea how he managed to undress me...seduce me with his eyes, his touch, and his words. Max was simply that good.

  “I—” Only that one word escaped my mouth. The next thing I knew, Max hovered over me. The blankets were pushed aside and he was shirtless. Well, that did it. I couldn’t fight it even though I had to talk to him about something important that was going to change our lives forever. I just didn’t know how.

  Max’s body was warming me up, producing sensual heat all over my flesh. His kisses were soft and tender, savoring every inch of my exposed breasts. His feather-light strokes and touches were driving me insane. At the same time, his hands explored my body while he continued to undress the both of us. When Max headed lower, my muscles went completely limp. I utterly lost it when he spread my legs and placed his tongue on my
clit.

  Arching my back, I moaned in pleasure and let him seduce me. Max licked, sucked, and stroked my clit until I couldn’t take it any more. I pulled him up, wanting to kiss him, but instead; he turned my neck to the side and whispered, “Do you like your surprise, Jenna?”

  “Yes,” I breathed. The words barely left my mouth.

  “Would you like me to continue?”

  However, Max didn’t let me answer. His lips were hungrily on mine. Our tongues were dancing and tasting until Max reached in deeper. He had taken control. His kiss was fierce—intense, as if we hadn’t seen each other for weeks—but I didn’t mind. Max wanted me. He made me feel special, sexy, and desired.

  Spreading my legs a little bit wider with his knee, he teased me with the tip of his dick until I couldn’t take it any more. He loved it when I begged, and that was what he was waiting for. “Max, please.” I was panting and moaning, needing him to be inside of me. The burning, aching, heart pounding intense urge was too much to bear.

  “Say it, babe. Tell me what you want.” His tone was hot and demanding.

  Ever since I’d tied him up, and started to become more open and playful, Max had opened up to me, too. Sometimes he would say things he would have never had said at the beginning of our relationship. Knowing I was open to trying new things, Max was beyond thrilled. I knew he would never force me or put me in an awkward position, but I wanted to please him as well, so I needed to be open-minded. “I want you to take me.” My eyes bore into his as I said those words. “Please, I need you inside of me.”

  Max’s eyes showed that he was thoroughly enjoying my whimpering, begging. He knew he was in control, and he loved how he was making me feel right now. With his dick right on that perfect spot, he whispered heavily and hotly in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you hard.”

  Holy shit! His words alone made me explode, but I was already diffused with pleasure. Max was inside of me, slowly building me up. While his elbows supported his weight, he cupped my face and rewarded me with a loving grin. He was filling me up in my body and heart. I was head over heels in love with this man. He knew exactly how to turn me on.

  Just when I was on the point of no return, Max pulled out. “I’m not done, babe. I’m still hungry.” Without warning, he lifted me up, and began carrying me. “Let’s see how big this bathroom is.”

  Max gently put me down and spun me around. With my back to him, I was facing the sink. There were huge mirrors in front of and beside us. I could see our naked bodies, and it was the hottest thing. Max’s eyes caught mine through the mirror. The old Jenna would have been shy and looked away, but not this new Jenna. I continued to keep my eyes locked on his, and watched his hand caress my body.

  Even when he was inside of me, I watched his hips in motion. Holy Jesus! I was watching Max and Jenna porn. I had never seen porn before, only the previews from the hotel television, but damn...it was hot and I was losing control.

  “I like to watch you watch us,” Max panted, pumping faster. “Don’t we look good together?”

  “Yes.” That was all I could mutter. When Max started grinding harder, deeper, I let my head fall back to his shoulder and closed my eyes. “Oh God,” I yelped when Max went faster.

  “No one can hear you, babe. Scream all you want. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.”

  I didn’t hold anything back after that. Familiar sounds escaped my mouth, the types of sounds that screamed pleasure. “Max,” I called his name as I gripped his hands. “Oh God. Oh God.”

  “Open your eyes, Jenna. Look how beautiful you are,” Max demanded as he pumped deeper with each word.

  I did as he’d instructed, staring at this wonderful man who let me see things I refused to see before...me, being beautiful...me, being desired...me, being loved the way every women should be loved.

  Max pulled out again and laid a towel on the sink counter. Placing me on it, he entered me again. “I love you, Jenna,” he said tenderly, caressing my cheek with his lips.

  “I love you too, Max,” I replied with conviction.

  With a satisfied grin, Max held me tightly in his arms and gave me all of him...till I couldn’t take it anymore and his will had been spent. Panting and breathing hard, Max’s head rested on my shoulder. His hot breath escaped against my skin.

  “I like my surprise. You can surprise me like that any time,” I said weakly. Utterly drained, I leaned against Max.

  Max’s body slightly shook when he let out a soft laugh. “I will. I go wherever you go.” He paused. “I better let you get ready. You girls have a long day planned?”

  “Yes.” I nodded. “Tonight is the real party. Some of Nicole’s friends will be there, too.”

  “Just be careful. And you sure you’re feeling better?”

  “Yes. I just needed that nap.”

  “Good, but nothing else is on your mind? You seemed pre-occupied at times. The only time you’re not is when I’m inside of you.”

  I flushed with warmth from his comment. “That’s not true.” I pouted, giving him my most sexy smile with my finger in my mouth.

  “Geez, Jenna.” Max raked his hair back and looked away. It was probably the way I was sucking my finger that made him do so. “I’d better go before I lock us in the bathroom and don’t let you out.”

  “Wait.” I grabbed his arm. “Thank you for everything. For this room, for the limo.”

  “Only the best for you. And you can stop thanking me.”

  I had lost count of how many times I’d texted Max thanking him for everything. Max walked out of the bathroom and I followed, watching him put his clothes on. The way his muscles flexed when he slipped his shirt over his head, the way he tucked it inside of his jeans, and the way he slicked his hair back was too dreamy. I could just stare at him doing this all day.

  “Where are you going?” I asked, slipping into the covers naked.

  “Matthew and I are heading back home. I came by to make sure you were feeling better.”

  “You didn’t take my word or Becky’s?”

  Max slipped on his shoes. “I did...just thought I’d give you a surprise visit.”

  “Are you driving back home?”

  “No. We took the plane.”

  “Spoiled,” I commented playfully, with a light laugh.

  “I offered you the plane, but you turned me down.”

  “Next time, I won’t. That was a long drive.”

  “See, I’m always right.”

  I frowned because most of the time he was.

  “Call me later. And please be careful.” Max leaned down and kissed me. Then he did it again. This time, each spoken word was punctuated with a peck on my face. “Don’t...talk...to...strange...men. People...are...crazy...here.”

  “Understood, Mr. Knight. I’ll call you later.”

  Max looked over his shoulder, winking one last time before he closed the door behind him.

  Chapter 4

  Jenna

  “So glad we had VIP passes. Can you imagine standing in that line?” Nicole asked, and took a bite of her smoked salmon.

  I glanced at the line again. From where we were sitting, we had a clear view. “The buffet lines are crazy. I don’t remember it being like this the last time I came here, but then again, I was in high school and I came with my parents. We always ate early to beat the rush.”

  “We did come around the time when everybody heads to the restaurants. It’s brunch time.” Kate looked like she was going to bust out laughing. “Some of us were ready for breakfast, and some already had breakfast in bed.” She cleared her throat.

  Becky and I looked at each other and our cheeks turned the same color. “Sorry,” Becky said sheepishly. “I had no idea Matthew and Max were going to throw us a surprise visit.”

  “That’s okay.” Nicole adjusted her tiara; it was made of plastic, and attached to a long veil. On the back of the veil it read Bride to Be. It was Kate’s idea. She also gifted us with T-shirts that read Bride’s Maid, which were
decorated with pink trimmings. Though it was something I would normally never wear, we did it for Nicole and for the fun of it. It made Nicole happy and that was all that mattered.

  “So, here is the plan …” Becky started to say between bites of her toast. “We’re going shopping after we eat, catching an early show, and going to dinner. We’ll be meeting some of Nicole’s friends, and we’ll all be out together for a fun night.”

  “Sounds good,” Nicole agreed, glancing at me. “Jenna, how are you feeling? You look a little out of it.”

  “That’s because she has something to tell you.” Becky nudged me underneath the table to reassure me that now was the time to let my friends know.

  I couldn’t hold on to this news any longer. I should have told Max when I saw him that morning, but knowing how he felt I couldn’t. The fact that he had traveled miles to surprise me was even more reason not to dampen his visit. However, these were my best friends, friends I could trust. Why couldn’t I just say it? I was embarrassed...that was the main reason.

  I swore I would never be pregnant before I got married, so what had happened to the promise I’d made to myself? Max happened. He gave me pleasure beyond anything I could imagine, and he gave me a love that far surpassed the pleasure. I shouldn’t be embarrassed. It was out of love that I was carrying his child.

  I had to admit that a part of me was beyond exaltation. Never knowing if I could have children because of my mom’s history, I was thrilled when I found out I was pregnant. I could still recall the day I’d told Becky.

  “Becky.” I rushed out, not knowing she would be just outside of the door, and almost ran into her.

  “I’m right here, Jenna. Where would I be? I’m nervous as hell for you right now.” Becky looked as if she was the one who had to tell me the news, like she was holding her breath. I could almost feel her heart pounding hard against her chest, like mine was.

  Holding out the stick with my shaky hand, I said, “I’m not sure how I’m feeling right now, but for whatever reason...this happened. I’m pregnant.” I bawled in front of her, not knowing if I was happy or upset over the news.