by Mia Madison
“You’re thinking about it,” she says. “I can tell. You’re not the same. Be harder, rougher with me. Like you didn’t know. Like you were the last time. I liked it.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say, but it doesn’t sit easy with me, her telling me what to do.
Maybe she senses that, because she jumps off my lap, her breasts bobbing, and I catch sight of her gorgeous round ass as she opens her closet door. “Maybe this will remind you,” she says, slipping the black dress over her nakedness.
“Fuck, yes.” I grin at her and I’m up off the bed, trapping her against the closet door, kissing the life out of her, my cock grinding against her through our clothes.
That dress will always be my favorite. But this time, I’m not taking her against the door. I wrench off my clothes, and we’re back on the bed in a tangle of sheets, her breasts out of her dress, the skirt of the dress up to her waist, our hands and mouths tormenting each other until she’s so wet, I know she’s as ready as she’ll ever be.
I roll on a condom. I’m clean, she’s a virgin, but I doubt she’s on birth control, and I’m not stopping to have that conversation.
She arches her hips up to me. She wants this. She wants me.
I slowly enter her. I don’t know if she’s technically a virgin, but it seems like it, because she gives a sharp cry then urges me on, saying, “Don’t stop. I’m good. Just don’t stop.”
I kiss her softly, and then look into her eyes as I push in and out, sliding into her, so deep, so hot, so fucking tight. I groan with the effort of trying to stay under control. Truth is, I want to ram into her with all my might until I’m well and truly spent, but she deserves more than that.
“You’re being careful with me again,” she says. “Fuck me hard, like you said you wanted to.”
I grin down at her, suppressing another groan as her tight inner muscles clench me, teasing any thought of going slow out of me. “Right then.”
I spread her thighs wide and pound into her with my cock, bottoming out deep inside her, my balls slapping against her body.
“You want harder?”
“Yes,” she hisses between her teeth.
I give her harder. I thrust into her, over and over, our bodies ramming together. I give her such a pounding I don’t think she can possibly take it. But she’s unleashed the beast in me and I can’t stop. And from the sounds of pleasure coming from her mouth, she loves it. I turn her over and take her from behind, like I had the devil himself chasing me.
“You like that?” I slap her ass.
“Oh god, yes, yes.”
And then I feel everything building inside me. No. Too soon. I turn her over onto her back. I want to see her face the first time I come inside her. And I want her to come with me.
I grab her hips hard, burying my cock inside her and yank her against me. I grind my body against her wetness, massaging the hard nub of sensitive flesh against me every time I take her, stimulating her until she’s on the brink, and then I plow into her one last time, giving her everything I have, and she calls out and convulses around me as I release into her.
CHAPTER 21
Lara
Wow! How did I not know how good it could be? I guess I only had the fumbles of boys to contend with, not sex with an experienced man like Ewan. He deals swiftly with the condom, then pulls me into his arms. I lie on his beautiful solid chest, feeling the warmth against my cheek, the smattering of hair tickling me, as we both catch our breath.
“Thank you for not leaving when I told you to go,” I say.
He kisses me on the top of my head and smooths down my hair, all ruffled after sex. I must look a fright. “Your words said one thing, your face said something else. But I’d have gone, if you’d told me a second time.”
“For good?”
“I don’t know about that. I don’t think I would have been able to stay away for long. But now you know you’ll never get rid of me, not without saying it at least three times.”
“I’ll have to remember that.” I smile at him.
“So now, this friends with benefits thing. That’s not going to wash with me. I love the benefits with you. Don’t get me wrong. But I want to be more than your friend, a lot more.”
My insides turn to total goo when he says that. He wants more, more of me! Not just sex. But then I remember.
“What about all the girls in your phone? The ones I saw when I put in my number.” I feel the color rise in my cheeks. Do I measure up to all the women he’s known? Maybe he’ll quickly tire of me, and he’ll leave me worse off than before. Because now I know how good it can be.
“You were jealous? About those names?” He kisses my nose. “I like that. Where is my phone? We can sort that out right now.” He scrabbles around on the floor and finds his phone in his jeans pocket. “There’s a function that’s excellent to sort out people who have no place in your life. I should have done this long ago.” He scrolls through every female name and does ‘Delete Contact? YES’ without so much as a twitch, and I giggle.
“There you go. Oh, fuck!” he says. “I deleted my sister and Marjorie, who does my cleaning.”
“I’m sure they’ll be in touch.”
“Yes.” He laughs. “But if my place is dirty when you come over, you’ll only have yourself to blame.” Then he adds, in a posh voice. “And I’ll have to punish you for the state of my residence.”
I laugh. “You will? How will you do that?”
“Like this.” He pulls me over his lap and wallops my backside, and I gasp and laugh. But then we’re rolling around like puppies at play, until we’re not playing any longer. I don’t have to ask him to fuck me hard this time. He fucks me until I can’t think straight, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to move when I get out of bed. It doesn’t matter. I’m not sure I ever want to get out.
CHAPTER 22
Ewan
After that night in her bed, Lara dozes contentedly in my arms, and I fall asleep soon after her. When I wake up, she’s still there, and I watch her while she sleeps, caressing her back.
I’m so pleased Lara has the day off work tagged onto her wedding weekend. I’ll have to go into work later, but for now I don’t have to go anywhere at all. I’m so happy to be here in her bed, her soft breasts against my chest. I’m sure I have a shit-eating grin all over my face.
She stirs against me. “Morning. You want some breakfast?”
“It can wait.”
She moves her leg. “Oh!” She laughs. “Feels like there’s something can’t wait.”
“You do that to me. Are you sure you’re not too sore?”
“I’m not too sore, maybe slightly tender. I would like a shower first, though.”
“Even though I’m going to dirty you all over again?”
“Then I’ll shower again.”
“Pity your shower isn’t big enough for two, I’d join you.”
“My bathroom is barely big enough for two, never mind my shower.” She laughs. “I’ll call you when I go up in the world. But first I’m going to make you some coffee and then get clean.”
I take a leak while she busies herself in the kitchen. I hear her singing as she fills the machine.
Maybe this is not the best time in the world, but I have to bring up something that’s on my mind.
I nuzzle into her robe at the back of her neck. “I’ve been thinking. We’ll have to tell your family, sometime, who I am. We’re going to keep seeing each other, so I’m bound to bump into Jenny sooner or later, and it would be better if she knows before that happens.”
“Yes, I guess so.” But she looks worried. “Can’t we just live in a bubble and shut the rest of the world out?”
“We can for a while, but I want to show you off to the world, and in any case, the world has a nasty-ass habit of making its presence felt no matter what you try to do. The wedding was a case in point.”
“Leave it with me. I’ll talk to Mom. It will be easier if I go around there.”
“Can I
go with you? I need to apologize for leaving the wedding, and I may as well start with your mom.”
*
It’s a week later before we get a chance to do anything about telling Lara’s family. A week of work, and sex, and falling for Lara, like a man under a spell.
Mrs. Cook is a bit frosty when we first arrive. Lara told her on the phone we would just be staying for coffee, but I’m not sure if we’ll be getting any. We stand awkwardly in the living room.
“I want to explain about the wedding,” I say. “I was really sorry to leave Lara there, but I had a good reason. I didn’t want to ruin it.”
“You pretty much ruined it for Lara. She had a face as long as a wet week in Scarborough.”
“Mom!” Lara blushes, and I squeeze her hand.
I have to keep going and get everything out into the open. “The problem is that I knew Jenny. A long time ago. I don’t know if you know the story. Jenny went out with a boy at school, and when he broke up with her, she was very distressed.”
“That business. How do you know that? My sister told me when it happened, but we don’t talk about it.”
“The boy who broke up with her was me.”
“You?” The shock registers on her face, and she grabs the back of the chair she’s standing beside.
“Yes. That’s why I couldn’t stay at the wedding. I’m sure Jenny has no feelings for me now. It was so long ago, but I didn’t want to show up like a ghost from the past. She’s probably put all that behind her, and I didn’t want to put a black cloud over her day.”
“I wasn’t expecting that. I need a seat. You’d better sit down too.” She takes the chair she’s been hanging onto, and Lara and I sit on the edge of the couch. “I just thought you were flaky, running off when you were supposed to be there with Lara. I can’t say it’s not a shock to know it was you involved with Jenny back then, but you were how old...?”
“Sixteen.”
“Jenny was just a bit younger than you. It was a long time ago. But I can see why it was better not to show up at her wedding. I’m sure it would have brought it all back to her on what is supposed to be a very happy day. And it was.”
“That was exactly why I left. I’m just sorry I hurt Lara and embarrassed her. I would like to see Jenny and say sorry for the past. She’s happy now, and if you don’t think seeing me will upset her too much...”
Mrs. Cook looks at me. “Let me speak to Jenny first. I’ll square it with her and make sure she’s okay with it all. She won’t know you’re with Lara now, either. And it looks like you two are back together. Are you?”
“Yes, we are.” I grasp Lara’s hand again, and she nods at her mother.
“You know that Lara’s just twenty-two, a lot younger than Jenny and you.”
Lara speaks up then. She’s been quiet so far. “Age doesn’t matter. It’s not like Ewan is that old.”
“I guess not, just older than you. But I can see you’re happy with him.” She turns to me. “You treat my girl well. She hasn’t brought anyone else home, so I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”
“Mom!” Lara protests.
“Of course I’ll treat her well.” I give Lara a hug. “And I’m never going to let her go as long as she’ll have me.” Her mother smiles, and Lara blushes all over again.
CHAPTER 23
Lara
I can’t wait to get out of there. “Parents are so embarrassing,” I say as we set off. “I could have done without that.”
Ewan laughs. “I expect when you’re a parent, you’ll do exactly the same. My mother does that to me all the time. Wait until you meet her. I thought we could go next weekend and meet my family. Get all of the parental embarrassment out of the way.”
Oh, he wants me to meet his parents! “All right. But I’m not sure I can get next weekend off. I’ve had a lot of time off lately.”
“We only have to go for an hour or two, and it’s not far. Don’t look so worried. They’ll love you. My mother never thought I’d bring anyone home either.”
“It just seems we might be setting our parents up for false expectations, seeing as we just met.”
He stops the car by the side of the road. We’re on the edge of a forest in the shade of the trees.
“What false expectations are these?” His eyes are twinkling.
“That we’re serious about each other?” I can feel myself coloring up. I wish I could stop that. It seems so feeble. But Ewan says he loves it when I do that.
“Aren’t we serious? I am. Very serious about you.”
“But you hardly know me.”
“Enough to know that I don’t want to lose you. And that I want to find out all about you. I’ll never tire of that. Sorry if I’m rushing you. We can have tea together every week for a year and get to know each other slowly if you want. Would you like that? The go-slow approach?”
“Not that slow.”
“Good, because I’m not sure I can do that either.” He laughs. “Not unless those tea places turn a blind eye to me kissing the pants off you.”
The vision of that makes me blush all over again.
“You want your pants kissed off?” he asks. “I can do that.” He puts his hand behind my head and plants his lips on mine.
“Those pants are coming right off and everything else.” My nipples tighten at his words, and he kisses me again and reaches for the button on my jeans, opening them to his long, strong fingers, delving down.
“You’re already wet for me,” he says. “I love it.”
I look around in a panic. “It’s broad daylight.” I can’t believe how much he makes me forget myself.
“I know. You kissed me, and I touched you,” He smiles. “Shocking! Anyone could have seen. I think I’d better get you home and kiss the pants off you there instead.”
“Ewan!”
“I know. I’m bad, and you’re the best kind of bad right along with me.”
“Toby will disapprove of our behavior,” I tease.
“But he’ll never tell. You’ve got a good friend there. He’ll never gossip to the neighbors.”
“Maybe that’s just as well.” I giggle, remembering all the things we’ve done this past week.
“We could buy him a blindfold for his birthday. We don’t want to corrupt him too much.”
“I think it’s too late for that. You corrupted my dog.”
“Pretty sure we did that together.” He absent-mindedly strokes my nipple through my shirt, and I gasp as both nipples react to his touch, sending another shot of need right down to my core.
“And what about you? You corrupted my hands. They can’t keep to themselves. They were just sitting there minding their own business and then that happened.”
“Your hands are welcome.” I grin at him. “And your mouth.” I know I’m bright red as I say it, and I don’t care.
“Fuck! You know how to torture a guy.” He starts the engine. “You need a spanking.”
“You promise?”
“Lara, have a heart! I have to drive.”
It’s a pity we’re not already at home. It feels like it’s taking us forever to get back. I ache to have Ewan in my bed, his hands and mouth on me, teasing me every place that matters. To take him in my mouth and torment him to the edge. To have him inside me. To open my thighs to him and have him take me hard, over and over. To have him spank me until my bottom is sizzling hot, and I come for him.
But then I look at him and smile, and he smiles back. He squeezes my hand. For some reason, it suddenly feels like there’s no real rush.
What happened to my need for him? Nothing. It didn’t go anywhere. I’m still squeezing my thighs in anticipation of what will happen when we get home. I want him as much as ever, all over me, sucking, tasting, taking.
It’s just that it hit me, here in the car, driving back from my mother’s house, that there’s no need to grab every experience and rush through it like it might all disappear tomorrow. He’s not going anywhere. He’ll still be
with me next week, next month. In fact, it feels like we have all the time in the world.
“We’ll be home soon,” he says, and we both grin like Cheshire cats.
EPILOGUE
Ewan
I think my mother loves Lara as much as I do from the minute they meet. Maybe my parents gave up waiting for me to bring a girlfriend home long ago. But I think sweet, innocent Lara is the kind of girl to make any parent happy.
If only they knew how dirty she can be, how much she delights me that way, they might worry a bit more. But they will never know that. That part of her is for me alone.
Lara’s mother talks to Jenny, and I hear that she is amazed that I was (briefly) at her wedding. She’s back from her honeymoon for a month or two when Lara and I meet her for a drink. I don’t know what to expect, and Jenny seems nervous at first. Lara gives her a hug and asks her about the Italian Lakes, where she and Richard went for a couple of weeks after the wedding on their honeymoon, and that seems to put her at ease.
After we make small talk for a while, Jenny says, “It’s been a long time since we were at school. None of it was your fault, but thanks for thinking about me and how I might have felt seeing you on my wedding day.”
“It’s a wonder I didn’t see you before now,” I say. “My parents still live in the same house.”
“We moved away for a while, and I went to college in Wales, so I guess our paths just didn’t cross until last month.”
“It’s good to see you’re happy now.”
“Yes, I couldn’t be happier, and it seems to be contagious.”
Maybe Lara and I look puzzled. I don’t know, but Jenny says, “You two. I can tell you’re happy together, now that we’ve got the awkwardness out of the way, anyway.” And then we all laugh. “If we ever end up in the same room, there’s no need to avoid each other now.”
“I’m glad about that,” I say. And I am. Very glad.
We don’t stay long, but it’s enough to put things right between us. The past can’t be changed, but it can be forgiven and left there. We walk Jenny to her car, hug her goodbye and wave her off.