Good Karma

by Donya Lynne

  “Oh!”

  “You like that?” He thrust again, then again before she could reply.

  “Yes. God yes.” She slapped one palm against the wet tile wall.

  “Was Hank ever this good?” He practically pounded himself inside her.

  “No!” In no time at all, her body was on the verge of something cataclysmic, her legs shuddering, her muscles quivering.

  “I told you I would take care of you, didn’t I?” He was practically growling.

  “Yes! Oh my God!” Over and over, his erection assaulted her pleasure zone. Each thrust awakened another set of nerve endings, lighting up her body on its way to another blinding climax.

  “I promised I would make you come.” His grip on her hips was almost brutal, but she didn’t care. If he bruised her, at least the bruises would be shaped like his hands.

  “Yes!” She practically saw stars, hovering over yet another soul-rupturing, Mark Strong-induced orgasm.

  He released her hips and clamped his hands down on her breasts. His fingers pinched both nipples at the same time he closed he lips over the side of her neck and laved her with his tongue.

  Explosion!

  The invisible fuse from her vagina to her neck and breasts ignited, and a snap later, as she shrieked in pleasure, every muscle in her body contracted at once then blew apart. Her legs spasmed as Mark continued pumping relentlessly into her, stimulating her beyond comprehension, then he, too, shuddered with release.

  He grunted against her neck, his arms once more secured around her waist.

  Moments later, breathing hard, her cheek pressed against the wall, she opened her eyes. Mark’s forehead rested on her shoulder, his soaked hair hanging over his face. She could still feel him pulsing inside her.

  After another few seconds, he opened his eyes, blinked drowsily, smiled, then lifted his head. “Now it’s a good morning.”

  That it was.

  * * *

  An hour later, Karma sat in the passenger seat of his BMW as they hopped on the interstate. A cooler filled with water, a container of green grapes, and turkey and lettuce sandwiches on Italian bread sat on the floor of the backseat. The drive to Brown County was long, but by eleven o’clock, they arrived, ate lunch, and spent the next three hours hiking. Of course, Mark had chosen one of the more challenging trails, which required climbing up and down a few ridges. They spotted a pair of eagles, a fox, and a doe with her fawn. Eventually, they made their way to the horse barn and took a thirty minute guided ride.

  After spending a few hours in the park, they drove into Nashville, wandered among the quaint shops, had a dinner of roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and fried okra, and ordered biscuits and apple butter for dessert at a cozy country café decorated with blue and white checkered walls and wood tables. Mark liked the apple butter so much that he bought a dozen jars to take home, promising six to Karma.

  By the time they left for the two-hour drive home, it was after seven o’clock.

  Once back at his condo, Mark carried in their things while she went upstairs and took a bath. He showered downstairs then joined her in bed.

  “I think you got a little sunburned,” she said, noting his reddened cheeks and nose.

  “So did you.” He pulled her on top of him and pushed the tips of his fingers under the back of the tank top she was wearing.

  “I had on sunscreen, so it’s not that bad.” She settled against him.

  He kissed her. “No, not that bad.” His hands roamed more freely as he pulled her down.

  She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Like the rest of him, the cadence was full and strong.

  For a while, he simply caressed her back, saying nothing, but she could feel him getting harder. Her breathing deepened. He smelled clean but outdoorsy, his subtle masculine scent breaking through that of his soap.

  “I was wondering,” he said a couple of minutes later, “when you might like to show me what you’ve learned from those books you’ve been reading. You know, about how to give a man pleasure.”

  Was he asking her to go down on him?

  “Is it too soon?” he pushed against her shoulders, making her sit up. He searched her face, his gaze hopeful yet cautious.

  She nibbled her bottom lip. “Um…”

  His palms smoothed up and down her back. “I like when you touch me with your hands, but I’m wondering how good your mouth would feel.” He brought his hands around to her thighs. “Am I asking too much?”

  She wanted to do this. Wasn’t that why she had read those books in the first place?

  “Right now?” Her eyes met his.

  “I’ll even turn off the light if it makes you more comfortable.” He reached over and clicked off the lamp on the bedside table, throwing the room into darkness except for the night-light plugged into the wall by the bathroom door.

  Nerves fluttered in her stomach. Mark would be the first man to experience her naïve oral talents. But if she hadn’t planned on giving him a blow job at some point, she wouldn’t have bought those books on how to give stellar head. The only problem was she had zero faith in her amateur abilities. And what if he came in her mouth? Was that what he expected? She wasn’t sure she could do that.

  “You’re overthinking it, honey.”

  She met his eyes. “I’m sorry. I just—”

  “I won’t come in your mouth, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

  She blushed and looked away, embarrassed, before meeting his eyes again. “How did you know I was thinking about that?”

  His lips curved into a sympathetic smile. “You looked apprehensive. So I assumed.”

  With a lift of her eyebrows, she nodded. “I am…was…am. A little.”

  He placed his hand over his heart. “Well, I promise to be good and not do that. I just want to feel you.”

  She bit her bottom lip, considering the situation. Finally, she said, “I trust you. I’m just nervous.”

  “I’ll help.” He took her hands and kissed each one before lowering them to the waist of his sweats.

  She scooted down between his thighs, and he lifted his hips off the mattress. With his help, she maneuvered his sweats and undershorts off his legs then took a deep breath as she situated herself on her knees and took his erection in her hand.

  He drew in a sharp breath, almost as if he hadn’t been expecting her to touch him so quickly.

  She smiled sheepishly. “Sorry.”

  “No…it’s okay.” He took her wrist and held her hand in place before she could pull away.

  “I’m not very good at this.” She hung her head. Seriously, her confidence in giving good fellatio was about a negative five on a scale of one to ten. Even with all her reading, she was still just a newbie. Book smarts didn’t make up for real world experience.

  “I’m a man, Karma.”

  She met his shadowed gaze. “What do you mean?”

  Another of those award-winning smiles closed the distance from his heart to hers. “It means that any head is good head. Men don’t distinguish between good and bad when it comes to blow jobs. If a woman’s mouth is on it, it’s good. Trust me.”

  Well, since he put it that way.

  He must have sensed that she was still unsure, though, because he wrapped his hand around hers. “I’ll help you. Would you like that?”

  His strong fingers slipped between hers, and his palm gripped her hand securely as he pulled her fist up his shaft to the head.

  “Yes,” she whispered, fascinated by the smooth, velvety feel of his skin over such a hard interior.

  His penis didn’t look as smooth as it felt. Veins protruded the length from the base to the ridge that separated head from shaft, but other than the natural feel of edged muscle, engorged with blood, he was as smooth as a tube of sugar cookie dough.

  His erection was curved, too. Not perfectly straight as she’d thought. It arced slightly like a bow, as if the head wanted to curve back toward him. Was that why he felt so good
inside her? Did he hit her differently because he was curved? Perhaps in a way that helped her achieve orgasm more easily? It was like his curved penis was made to hit her just right inside. Not that the curve was that pronounced, but she had to wonder if penis shape had anything to do with her own pleasure, given all she had read about the different types of penises and how each shape had a different effect.

  “Slow and easy,” he said, bringing her mind back to him. “Not too much pressure.” His fingers loosened, indicating what he liked, and she in turn slightly loosened her grip.

  “Like that?” She watched his face closely, looking for signs that she was doing it right.

  “Yes. Perfect.” His chest rose, and his pecs rippled. Then he breathed out a contented sigh. “I like a little manual stimulation before…”

  “Before oral stimulation,” she offered.

  A distracted chuckle rumbled from his throat. “Yes.”

  For another minute more, he helped her stroke him in long, even caresses.

  “Give me your other hand,” he said, reaching out.

  She did, and he directed her below his erection and placed her palm on his scrotum. Without saying a word, he manipulated her fingers, rolling the healthy twin weights against her palm.

  “Mmmmm.” He closed his eyes. “I like that, too. A lot.”

  His erection grew more rigid against her palm, and she licked her lips. His reaction made her naturally want to take him further. Without even thinking, she leaned forward and, taking the cues he’d given, she simply brushed her lips over the head. Just a simple, slow, back and forth motion.

  His entire body lifted, tensed, and then relaxed as he groaned. “Yeeesss. God, that’s perfect.”

  The glans felt just as velvety soft as the rest of him, smooth and firm. Parting her lips, she closed them again in a series of sensual, pouty kisses. Feeling his body’s shuddering reaction, and hearing the way his breathing increased and the way he groaned his approval, she continued the slow build and outlined the ridge between tip and shaft with her tongue, licking one long, luxurious line all the way around before closing her mouth over the top inch, just the way her books had taught her.

  “Fuck.” The word bit out like the snap of a rubber band, and he let go of her hands and reached for the lamp. The light on the nightstand came back on, and he drove his fingers back into her hair, pushing it off her face.

  When she looked up through her lashes, his chin was on his chest, his mouth open, eyes glazed and hungry.

  “That’s good. Very nice.” His hips pressed forward involuntarily, but only a little, not enough to drive him deeper into her mouth. “Use your hand and mouth together,” he said. “As you take me in, stroke down. And when you pull away, stroke up. Please?”

  Well, since he said please.

  She did as instructed, taking things slow to get the feel. He seemed to like it slow, because he nodded, letting her know she was doing it right, and his hands gripped her scalp more firmly as his hips got a bit more involved.

  “Is this okay?” He said between clenched teeth.

  She nodded, her mouth too busy to answer as she hollowed out her cheeks and applied a touch of suction.

  “God. Damn. Karma.” His shoulders and arms flexed and bunched, and his chest tightened.

  Okay, so she was better at this than she thought.

  “Stop,” he said, pushing her as he gasped. “You need to stop. Oh God.”

  She sucked her mouth off the end with a pop. A moment later, with his face scrunched tightly, he groaned as semen shot out and landed on his stomach. His erection jerked in her hand, over and over, as he continued to come. It was sensual and fascinating the way his body convulsed and twitched, the way his breathing hitched, the way his hands fisted the sheets as he shivered through each wave.

  After a long moment passed, Mark opened his eyes and grinned. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

  “No, it’s okay. I liked it.” Watching him come—from just her mouth—was thrilling. Arousing.

  He blew out an unsteady breath. “I wasn’t expecting that.” With his eyelids barely parted, he exhaled again then licked his lips. “You give undeniably good head.”

  Pride bloomed in her chest. “I do?”

  He grabbed a tissue and smirked as he wiped off his stomach. “Duh.” He tossed the tissue on the floor and took her hand. “Come here.”

  She slid up his body and laid her head on his shoulder.

  He kissed her temple. “Give me a few minutes to recover and I’ll pay you back.”

  “A few minutes?”

  An amused rumble rolled in his chest. “Okay, maybe fifteen or twenty. That was pretty damn good.”

  Yes, it was. She had enjoyed giving him head. Such power. To hold him literally in the palm of her hand, inside her mouth, and lift him to the height of pleasure with her lips and tongue was more erotic than she could have imagined.

  She was beginning to think there was nothing she couldn’t do now that Mark was paving the way.

  Chapter 41

  “Nothing happens by chance.”

  -Paulo Coelho

  Over the next few weeks, Mark and Karma thoroughly explored each other’s bodies. For the time being, both seemed content to keep the sex simple. Nothing too acrobatic, too wild. Mark explained that first they needed to become comfortable with one another. Then they could become more inventive.

  Karma’s relationship with her dad remained strained, but she made it clear she didn’t want her time with Mark to end until it had to. To be honest, Mark didn’t, either. The more time he spent with her, the more time he wanted to spend, and as their affair evolved and she became more comfortable making love to him, the more eager he was to see her.

  So, when Mark heard about the Fourth of July celebration in downtown Indianapolis, he decided to make the holiday, which landed on a Saturday this year, even more special and reserved a hotel suite in the Marriott, making sure with the reservation clerk that the room faced the direction of the fireworks.

  Everything was set, and the weekend promised to be perfect.

  The Thursday before the holiday, after spending the night with Karma, he arrived to work late—something he had never done before meeting her, but which felt perversely thrilling—Mark turned the corner at the top of the stairs, smiling as she came into view.

  Her gaze lifted secretively to his, and color touched her cheeks, making her look like she had a sunburn. Even after reaching the pinnacle of intimacy with one another, he could still make her blush.

  “Good morning, Karma. You look rested this morning.”

  “I feel rested, thank you.”

  He smiled, stopped at her desk, and gazed down appreciatively at the ensemble she had put together while he lay in bed and watched her get dressed. Her new skirt revealed more leg than usual, and the blouse she had bought to go with it exposed more of her modest cleavage. A few months ago, he imagined she never would have worn such an outfit.

  Lisa appeared from around the corner, carrying a coffee mug. “Good morning, Mark. How are you today?” Lisa had become a stalwart ally in helping them maintain their secret relationship, and he had grown fond of her.

  “I’m well this morning,” he said. “You look nice.”

  She glanced down at her patterned summer dress, which hung almost to the floor. “Thank you. Karma and I went shopping last weekend.” Lisa winked at Karma as she dropped a file on her desk. “Well, I should be getting back to my office. Just wanted to bring by some paperwork for Don.” She pointed to the folder. “I’ll talk to you two later.”

  “Bye, Lisa.” Karma stood and motioned in the direction of the coffee station. “Coffee?” she said to Mark.

  “Yes, please.”

  Don was already in his office as Mark passed by. “Good morning, Don.” He waved in.

  “Morning, Mark.”

  Today, he and Don needed to review a few personnel issues. The time to start making some hard decisions was fast approaching.
/>   As he pulled out his laptop, he glanced over as Karma brought in his coffee.

  Will that be all?” she said coquettishly.

  “No.” He kept his voice quiet.

  “What else do you need?” She dropped her voice, as well.

  He licked his lips and let his gaze drop to her skirt, which hit above the knee. “I need to know what you’re wearing under your skirt, Miss Mason.”

  She bit her bottom lip for an instant before smiling and whispering, “You already know. You watched me put it on this morning.”

  He narrowed his eyes and skimmed them down her body. “Well, tell me, anyway.”

  With a lick of her lips, she grinned and said, “I’m wearing a thong. A black, lacy one. Does that work for you?”

  He leaned in and grinned. “Yes, that works for me just fine, thank you.”

  “Thought so.” With that, she turned on her pretty black high heel and swished her slim hips as she returned to her desk.

  Don entered the conference room a few minutes later, closed the door, and sat down across from him.

  “Okay, so we’re getting to the hard part,” Mark said, shifting his mind from Karma’s black thong to the meeting.

  Don nodded. “Yes.”

  Mark had been alluding to the pending personnel discussion for over a week.

  “This is the least favorite of all my tasks.” Mark tapped a key on his laptop and brought up the report. “And, just as a reminder, this is only a preliminary discussion.”

  “I saw that Karma’s name is on the list,” Don said, concerned.

  There was no way Karma was going anywhere. After observing her aside from their extracurricular activities, it was clear she was too valuable to the company.

  “This report automatically lists administrative staff. You’ll see that Nancy and Jolene are also on the list, as well as Phil’s assistant.” Phil was Solar’s owner, president, and CEO.

  Not that the list was long. There were only ten out of nearly a hundred employees pointed out for suggested termination. He figured six of them would need to go. Karma, Nancy, Phil’s assistant, and one other, a member of IT, would stay, so long as Nancy was willing to take on extra responsibilities. Right now, she was under-utilized but more productive than Jolene. And Jolene needed to go for a lot of reasons. Other than making too many mistakes and possessing an atrocious work ethic, she was also too much of a gossip. Karma already did the brunt of Jolene’s job because the sales and marketing staff had little confidence in Jo’s abilities. And if Jo even knew what the term confidential meant, Mark would be surprised. And, lastly, sleeping with your married boss, who happened to be the son-in-law of the company’s president, was too out-of-bounds even for Mark’s tastes, and he thought of himself as pretty nonjudgmental about other people’s personal lives.