by Mari Brown
“Of course.”
Tate walks into his kitchen and I make my way over to the leather couch. I sit down. My eyes cut around the living room. The only change I note in his house, is LuAnn’s pictures are no longer hanging on the walls, or spread out on every available space that crazy woman could find to put them. I wonder what the deal is with her these days. No one has said much about her.
“Here you go.” Tate says while holding a glass out to me. I take it from his hand.
“Thank you.”
“So what did you want to talk about?”
I set the glass down on the coffee table. Rubbing my hands on the front of my shorts again the butterflies in my stomach take up flight. He always gets right to the point no beating around the bush with him.
“Right um I wanted to talk about us.” I’m fidgeting worse than one of my students.
“What about us?” I love how his eyebrow raises up with the question giving him this sexy smirky look.
“Well what if we go back to how things were when we first met?”
“What do you mean?”
Ugg! He’s going to make me spell it out for him I can see that now. “Like when we were just friends with benefits.”
“So I can’t tell you I love you? Or see you whenever I want too?” he pouts like a child, he’s trying to be cute. It’s only semi working.
“We can see each other as often as time allows. You can say whatever you want you do anyway.”
He shifts his body toward me as he sits down on the couch. “Princess I want more than that.”
“Well that’s not happening the only way you can be with me is if you agree to stop all the happily forever bullshit.” I am completely exasperated with him and this topic.
“Wow when did you become me?”
What?! I’m nothing like him. I’m faithful. I’m loyal. I know how to be with just one man and cherish every moment together. The only reason I was able to be with Tate before is because Steve had given permission for it to happen.
“I just think it would be better if we kept emotions out of our relationship. We were good friends. We were awesome lovers, but that’s all we need to be.”
“So I can hang out with you and fuck you but I can’t love you?”
That sounds so harsh when he puts it that way. Sometimes life is harsh. “Pretty much.”
“Fine if that’s how you want to play it.” he sits back in a huff on his couch, arms folded over his chest.
“I’m not playing Tate. There can be no talk of a future or weddings… we are just friends with benefits.”
“I said fine.” Okay he’s getting a little testy. No need for that.
“What’s the deal with LuAnn these days?”
“I finally broke up with her. But she keeps contacting me. She’s like my own personal creepy stalker.”
“So will I be hidden from her again, or should I say still?” I ask curiously.
He sighs deeply. He slides me closer to him on the couch. “I’m not hiding you from anyone this time. It’s all in the open.”
“Oh well…. Um okay…”
Yep not sure what to do with that. I spent the whole year we were together a secret from LuAnn and the one other woman he tried to date seriously during the time we were together. Sure his friends and coworkers knew about me but they knew I was married too. We had the most fucked up relationship when I think about it.
Hopefully this time things would be better. I know better than to fall for him. I’m not blind going into the relationship this time. I know exactly who Tate Jameson is.
“Off topic but I’m falling in love with Brandy.”
“Yea?” his face softens as does his voice at the mention of his daughter.
“Yea, she’s a great little girl Tate. You should be really proud of her.”
His arm encircles me I snuggle into his side. “I am. Rachel’s letting me see her more now that LuAnn is out of the picture”
“That’s great. Maybe I’ll see you at parents’ night?”
He chuckles. “Maybe.”
“I hope so I think Brandy would love having both her parents there.” As we talk the tension leaves my body. I begin to relax more as evident by my slouch.
“Always the teacher.”
I tuck my legs up on the couch. I tilt my head up to face him.
“I wish I could have taught you some things.”
“What ya wanna teach me?” he asks me his eyes dancing with humor, “It’s never too late.”
“How to be in a real relationship.” Damn! I shouldn’t have said that. It will only encourage him. No emotions… no emotions… I chant inside my own head. I may still love the bastard but there is no way I would risk a relationship with him again.
“Time for me to grow up huh?” he laughs at me.
“Something like that, you are thirty six.” We laugh together. It’s relaxed and comfortable.
“Stay the night with me?” he asks quietly. It surprises me a little. I think very little before I reply.
“Okay.”
I send a quick text to my kids letting them know where I am for the night. They will be full of questions tomorrow but I would deal with it later. Tonight I was going to just have fun and enjoy my night with Tate whatever it may bring us.
Chapter Fourteen
Tate and I stayed on his couch another hour cuddled up watching the end of some movie that made no sense. Even if we had watched it from the beginning I’m not sure it would have made sense. Sometimes I wondered about the people who wrote the scripts for some of the Sci fi movies out there. Not to mention the money spent making them. Money that could have gone to a lot better things.
Finally Tate looked down at me and kissed my forehead.
“Let’s go to bed Princess.”
“ok…”
I say quietly. I’m tired and I’m not sure what to expect from Tate tonight. Guess I am about to find out.
“Let’s go smoke first.”
“Okay.” I’m really verbose tonight. I grab a cigarette and follow him out to his back yard. The irony that we all smoke but not in our houses is not lost on me.
Tate and I are standing in his backyard smoking it is late at night. His phone lets off a chime alerting him to a text. He looks down, and a grin breaks out across his face.
“Kevin is stopping by.”
I smile at him. I know what that means. Kevin is his smoking buddy. Shaking my head slightly at his childlikeness.
“Guess I know what you’re getting ready to do.”
I put my cigarette out and he leans over and gives me a quick peck on the lips as he walks toward the gate leading to his front yard. I walk back in the house. I pick up my phone.
Lori: Girl I think I may be in trouble tonight
Haley: Why?
Lori: Tate’s getting high right now…
Haley: Didn’t you say that’s when he gets really kinky?
Lori: Yes
Tate’s never just boring vanilla but when he’s smoked a little weed it’s like it takes away what little inhibitions he has. We have done some wild and crazy things with him high. Briefly I wonder about myself. I’m not high and doing these things what does that say about me.
Haley: Can’t wait to hear about it tomorrow
Lori: I don’t kiss and tell!
Haley: no but you do fuck and tell when it comes to Tate
A snort of laughter escapes me as I read Haley’s last text to me.
Lori: Good night I love ya girl
Haley: night love ya too
I grab my charger as I walk into Tate’s bedroom. I get my phone plugged in when Tate comes into the room.
“Why are you sitting on the floor?” he is looking at me funny and I can see how glassy his eyes are already.
“I was charging my phone.”
“Still doesn’t explain why you are on the floor.” He’s right it really doesn’t explain. I have no real answer other than I just sat down and stayed there.
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nbsp; “Feeling good are you?” I ask because even though his cock is just above my eye level I can see he is semi hard through his boxers.
“I’m feeling real good which means you’re in trouble.”
Bursting out with jubilant laughter at his words, I reach a hand up and caress his cock through his shorts.
“Mmmm that’s good Princess…”
“Yea?”
“Oh yea…”
He holds his hand out to me and I take hold of it. He quickly jerks me up off the floor and pulls me close to him. He swings me around so my back is against his chest. His mouth comes down on my neck. Biting but not too hard. He knows I can’t have visible marks due to my job as a teacher. I’m amazed how he can do it without leaving any evidence. It’s the right amount of pressure, but no trace is left behind.
He moves us so that we now stand at the foot of his bed.
“Bend over.”
Well alright now we are talking. The moisture pools between my legs in anticipation.
“Yes sir.”
My knees are against the foot of the bed my hands planted and splayed on the mattress. My head is down and I don’t dare look up. I want to know what he is doing but when he is like this it’s best to be a good girl. There’s some rustling as he moves around on his dresser.
Smack! Oh shit that smarted. The burn from him spanking my right ass cheek is a shock yet leaves me wanting more.
Smack! The left cheek is not left out.
“Mmmmm…”
That is the only sound I make as Tate gives me a couple of good swift smacks on each ass cheek. If it already burns with my shorts and panties still on what would it be like on my bare skin? I’m amazed I can even think clearly at this point.
Tate rips my shirt over my head and his fingers clamp on both my nipples HARD.
“Oh….FUCK… mmm… ahhhhhh…”
That’s as coherent as I get while he pinches the hell out of my nipples. The pain is intense but I don’t tell him to stop ever. Pretty sure I just soaked my panties too. As he releases my nipples tears pool in my eyes. It’s not from pain either it’s from the extreme bliss.
His hand moves in between my legs rubbing my pussy through the jeans shorts. I instinctively grind against him. My body is taking over control, my brain is only half working. His hand slides up and unbuttons my shorts they drop to the floor quickly.
Smack! Smack!
Oh shit that hurts, a little more with just cotton panties but damn if I don’t get more turned on. His hand is between my legs again. I want him to do something even if I don’t know what. I want more of whatever he has to give me.
His finger slides in the waistband of my panties and begins tugging them down. My hands still splayed on the bed bent over I let him have his way with me. I can’t stop myself, much less him right now. I’m filled with expectancy. He now has me completely undressed and bent over his bed.
Smack! Smack!
Mother fuck that hurt like hell. Yet I didn’t cry out in pain. I didn’t flinch… much. I took it. I savored it. I needed it.
“Knees on the bed.”
I crawl up so my knees are on the bed. He pulls my arms behind me and crosses my hands. Material is wrapped around one wrist then the other. The slight pull of him tightening the material in a knot against my wrist is all I notice.
“Is that comfortable?”
“Yes.”
“Pull and tug on it a little make sure it’s comfortable and you can’t get out.”
Tate instructs me. I do as he asks the material loosens a little but I’m secure yet comfortable.
“It’s good.”
“Are you sure because once I start we aren’t stopping?”
Well hot damn!
“It’s good Tate.”
I don’t want to talk about whether my wrist bindings are comfortable. I want him to get down to business. I’m getting impatient.
Kneeling on the bed my legs and arms bound behind me there are two more good smacks on my ass. Oh those fucking stung. But damn if it wasn’t the most exquisite thing ever.
“I got to get my phone.”
“Huh? What?”
“Babe that left marks! I want pictures.”
Oh well that’s kind of hot. I stay in position as he fumbles around for his phone turning on the overhead light so that he can get a good picture. His phone is then thrust in front of my face so I can see what he has done to me. Sure enough on each cheek is tiger stripe marks. The right cheek is brighter red and is going to leave a lasting mark. Good thing no one sees my ass cheeks as I walk around. That would be fun trying to explain.
“Are you ready princess?”
“Yes sir.”
His cocks strokes up and down the crack of my ass. It briefly crosses my mind I hope he doesn’t try to stick it where he wants too. I’m not prepared for that just yet. He continues stroking his cock against my skin. I want to move or shift so that he slips in me but right now I know better. Tate is in his I’m in control mood.
Finally he pulls back with one hand on the binding around my wrist and his cock plunges deep into me.
“Ohhhhh…”
I cry out. Tate is almost as thick as he is long so he fills me completely when he enters me. There is nothing but satisfaction from it. He takes measured strokes in and out of me. Each one harder than the last. His cock glides against my walls. Each movement bring me pleasure that is mind blowing. He speeds up and his thrust become deeper.
I can’t believe how good this all feels to me. There is pain mixed with the pleasure. Tate thrusts hard.
“Owww…”
I can’t help that I cry out with the pain of that thrust. I still don’t ask him to stop. Instead I tell myself to relax and my body responds.
“Are you ready?”
No not really!
“Yes sir.”
Another hard deep thrust that sends me shooting forward. I quickly pull myself back.
“Good girl.”
Yea, yea I know what I’m supposed to do when he’s like this. Even in the middle of awesome sex I find time to be sarcastic in my head.
The furious fucking continues. I’m lost in the moment.
“You’re doing all the work.”
“What?”
“Baby you’re fucking me right now.”
“Hmmm” Interesting. It feels like he is the one fucking me. Was I really the one doing all the work? We continue fucking each other like it’s the last night on earth. Maybe he is right. I’m doing more of the work than I thought. I’m the one causing myself to impale deep on his raging cock.
“May I please cum?”
I ask. I’m trying hard to keep it from happening. He gets off when I ask for permission to do it.
“No!”
“Ugggg…” I pout as we keep moving in our steady rhythm. I concentrate on controlling my orgasm. “Pleeease!”
“Not yet.”
Steady thrusts hard and deep. My moans are filling the room. For that matter they are probably filling the house. “Pleeeease Taate!”
“Now Princess!”
He thrust in me a few more times I arch myself up a little and then it’s an explosion that would rival the grand finale of a fireworks show. His hands begin undoing the binding around my wrists. I’m free to move my hands again. He moves to the side of the bed. He jerks me by my hair pulling my face to his cock.
I lick my bottom lip as I look at the still hard cock in front of me. My tongue snakes out and circles the tip. I pull back glance up at him and smile. My tongue comes back out this time starting at the base of his shaft and licking the main vein that is prominently standing out. Tate moans.
Then I slowly open my mouth and begin taking him into my mouth a little at a time. I can taste my own juices on his cock. A mixture of sweet and musk. I open wider to accommodate him. I continue sucking him in as my right hand comes up and cups his balls. I gently begin massaging them in my hand.
Tate’s moans are all I hear. That’s
enough to tell me he likes what I’m doing. I keep bobbing my head. I love this man’s cock. I never thought I would say this but I am totally into cock worship. Well at least when it comes to Tate.
“You love my cock don’t you?”
Damn can he read my mind?
“Yes sir.” I manage to mumble out with my mouth full of him.
It’s not long before Tate takes control back from me. It’s no longer me setting the pace. He’s face fucking me hard and deep. I gag as his cock goes down the back of my throat. Gawd, I love when he groans out with pleasure. Nothing better than knowing you are pleasing your man.
“That’s it Princess take my cock.” Oh I love how he says things to me when I’m giving him head. His words mixed with what I’m doing or what he is doing is enough to bring me to the edge of an orgasm again. “You want my cock down your throat?”
I begin pulling back
“Stop right there and answer me.”
“Yes sir.” again said around a mouthful of his cock.
I open my mouth wide and he thrusts in deep. I gag. It’s almost more than I can handle. He continues thrusting deep into my throat. It’s finally too much my gag reflex is triggered. He backs off.
“I think we found your limit.”
That’s what he says to me?
I slide my mouth down deep on him without triggering that response again. We have a steady rhythm going.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Tate jerks out of my mouth! I sit up straight in the bed!
“I know you are in there you lying piece of shit!” LuAnn’s voice carries into this bedroom
“I better deal with her.”
“You think?” I move off the bed and head into the bathroom.
“We aren’t done yet.”
I smile to myself as I make my way to clean up while I wait. He still wants me to finish him off. He needs to deal with the crazy chick at his door. She is going to know I’m in here it’s not like my car is parked anywhere but his driveway. I hear muffled yelling through the bathroom door.
“I want to see the whore you’re fucking?”
Well, how rude! I’m not a whore! I’m a perfectly respectable teacher, mother. Oh who the fuck am I fooling, I was just deep throating my “boyfriend” like a porn star wannabe.
When I come out of the bathroom he’s sitting on his bed his boxers pulled back on. “Feel better?”