Secrets & Lies

by Lauren Landish

Andrea licks up my cock and spreading her lips, letting the head of my cock into her mouth. I want to protest, I know that I'm too large for her petite body to handle this way, but as she sucks me in, I groan again instead, it feels so amazing. She sucks me until I feel my cock bump against the back of her mouth, and I smile reassuringly.

  “It's okay, I don't expect you to...” I start, my words cut off again as she swallows more, my cock disappearing inch by inch deeper into her mouth and down her throat. I'm shocked and breathless as she goes all the way until her nose is pressed against the base of my cock, her throat muscles massaging the head of my cock and the breath hissing in and out of her nose before she pulls back, gasping.

  “I did it!” she cheers softly with her eyes sparkling. “I knew I could do it!”

  I blink, still recovering from the amazing sensation that I just experienced. Andrea gives me a grin and lowers her eyes demurely. “I was motivated. I woke up an hour ago, and I just couldn't go back to sleep. I wanted to please you and wake you up in a special way.”

  “And you are amazingly beautiful,” I tell her, sitting up and taking her cable braid in my hand. “How did you know that I think this is the sexiest look you have?”

  Andrea blushes and shakes her head in amazement. “I didn't. Just, when I thought about what I wanted to do with you after waking you up, this braid just felt like the right thing to have.”

  I smile and wrap the braid around my hand, pulling gently, Andrea moaning happily as I do. “And what did you want to do, my dove?”

  Moving slowly, so as to not have her hair pulled, Andrea gets on her hands and knees, spreading her legs and presenting herself to me. “I want to feel your power again.”

  I let Andrea's braid slip as she scoots to the side, until her knees are on the edge of the bed, and her amazing blue eyes looks at me naughtily from the crook of her elbow. “You're strong enough, right?”

  “Oh, you're so going to get it,” I chuckle, getting off the bed and getting behind her. She's perfectly positioned, her ass and pussy pointed right at my cock as I stand behind her, her skin glistening in the light. “I should put it somewhere else.”

  “No sir... azure,” Andrea says, turning and looking back at me. “I'm sorry Carson, but I've never had anything in my ass before. I'm not saying no, just... I'm not ready.”

  I smile and climb onto the bed beside Andrea, leaning down and kissing her lips tenderly. “Thank you, Andrea. For being strong enough to tell me, and for being strong and wise enough to use your word. I know we haven’t really did anything to warrant using it yet, other than a little spanking, but in time my dove. In time. I’m just getting started. But can I tell you something? I've never done it either.”

  “Well,” Andrea says, purring happily, “maybe that's something that we can explore together. Slowly though?”

  “Very slowly. No pain, no hurt. Just love,” I reassure her. “And if we don't want to, we don't need to.”

  Andrea nods and gives me another kiss. “In the meantime, you’re cleared to go back to what we were doing.”

  I chuckle and kiss her again, our tongues wrapping around each other momentarily before I slide off the bed again, getting behind Andrea. My cock's softened just a little after being given the safe word, but looking at her still wet, beautiful pussy has me rock hard again in seconds. I reach forward, cupping her mound and rubbing softly, making sure she's still ready for me. The deep groans from the depths of her chest tell me all I need to know, and I line myself up. “Give me your hair.”

  Andrea throws her head back, her braid falling onto her back and I take it in my right hand, feeling the silky strong texture and relishing it between my fingers while I tease her with the head of my cock. “I'll try not to pull too hard. I like your hair where it is.”

  Before Andrea can reply I thrust forward, keeping her body still with the taut line of hair in my hand. Her pussy is warm caramel, flowing tight and stretchy around my cock, not resisting but instead caressing until I'm all the way inside her. I'm a large man, but with Andrea, she takes me in fully, her pussy gripping and drawing me into a heavenly vise.

  When my hips touch her still slightly pink and beautiful ass, we moan together. I'm so deep I can barely believe she can take it all, and still my perfect angel pushes back into me, wanting more of me. “Sir... please...”

  What Andrea doesn't know, and I promise myself as I begin to pump in and out of her, is that calling her my dove is only because I think she's really a princess. I promise myself while my cock is loved, gripped and massaged in deep, rippling waves of pleasure that roll through my cock and out until they fill my entire body, that I am going to tell her. I love her, and while I know we're going to wait, I want her as my wife, and as the mother of our children. It’s a new feeling, but I know what I feel.

  I push harder, giving everything I have to the sensual angel in front of me. Abandoning myself, I turn myself totally free, pounding into her and pulling on her hair. Each slap of our hips and cry from her lips drives me harder, her pussy pulling around my cock and drawing everything from me. I have never let my true self out in bed, but with Andrea I feel that I’ll be able to. I smash into her, our hips crashing together not to hurt her, but to give her the pleasure that I know she craves.

  I'm sweating, gasping for air, but I push harder, pumping and thrusting. “That's it... take it. Take it all.”

  “More, give me more, I can take it...” Andrea gasps back, pushing and squeezing me. We're driving each other crazy, wanting to see how far we can go before our bodies betray us, and with her I'm finding places in my body and my soul that I've never known existed.

  I let go of Andrea's hair to grab her hips instead, pulling her tight to me as I hammer into her sweet, tight pussy, grunting and growling with every thrust. My cock is swelling, I'm so close, but I want to make sure she comes. She's trying not to, wanting to even us up at two each, but I won't let her. She's better than that, she's better than I deserve.

  “Come for me, my dove. It makes me happy,” I grunt in between thrusts, both of us tiring but unable to slow down, we're so whipped into a sexual high. Andrea responds by pushing deep onto me and squeezing tight, her body trembling on the edge, and I can feel her. She's ready, and I pull back, thrusting as hard as I can. She cries out harshly, burying her face in the bed and sobbing as she grips me tighter than ever and I feel her orgasm overcome her. I unleash the flood inside me, my balls aching I come so hard, my body hard and tight and united.

  Afterward, I gather her in my arms, holding her tightly just as she likes it. “I love you,” I whisper in her ear, kissing it gently. “Forever.”

  “I love you,” Andrea whispers back, kissing my knuckle. “You're the perfect man for me.”

  Breakfast is more like brunch since Andrea and I sleep all the way to nine, waking up only when Jackson knocks on the door. “You two still alive in there?”

  “No,” Andrea grumbles, snuggling against me. “We're Romero zombies, dammit.”

  “Figured you more for the vampire type,” Jackson says through the crack in the door. “Well, if you zombies don't mind, Katrina's made breakfast for everyone, and nothing's better than hot, fresh bacon. What do you say?”

  “Three minutes,” I call, perking up at the mention of bacon. “And we might be dressed, too.”

  Jackson laughs and stumps down the hallway, his cast thumping on the upstairs carpet and the stairs. “Good morning,” I greet Andrea. “Are you my little vampire now?”

  Andrea chuckles and turns, kissing me. “I vant to suck your...” she teases in a horrible Bela Lugosi accent as she turns over in my arms. “Everything.”

  “Only if I can suck back,” I promise, smiling. “Come on, let's get some breakfast.”

  Katrina did better than just bacon, having also made everyone a salad, eggs, and a shake with a tinge of green that looks terrible, but tastes okay. “What's in this thing?”

  “Don't ask,” Jackson says, sipping his own. “This is my wife'
s hint that the past few days of slacking off on all our parts is at an end. Time for us to get back to being the butt kickers we can be.”

  I chuckle, lost in my inner thoughts of how great everything has turned out when the phone rings, and Katrina picks it up, using her butter-melting voice that she'd used the first time I'd spoken to her. If the woman ever wants another line of work, she could make millions as a voice actress.

  “Oh, hi 'Lissa,” Katrina says after a moment, switching back to her normal friendly tone. “Really? That's great. Sure, we're just wrapping up brunch. Yeah, Andrea and Carson were sleepyheads. No, you don't want to know why, I know you're all pure and stuff. Okay, see you soon. 'Bye.”

  Katrina hangs up the phone, grinning. “The clinic called, they said that Nathan is ready to be released.”

  “Great,” I remark, grinning. “So the van?”

  “We've got to get that thing patched up soon,” Jackson says, taking a look out the window at it. “There's still knife holes in the side and two shattered windows. And I'm not driving around all the time with drop cloth plastic taped over the holes.”

  “We'll get it done soon enough,” Katrina reassures him. “We can use it in B-R for our use. I mean, you can fit how many people in that truck of yours, Carson?”

  “It's a crew cab, it'll seat four,” I reassure her. “Nathan and 'Lissa don't have to worry about that.”

  Katrina actually drives the van to the clinic, where we find Nathan already dressed, sitting up in his bed and chatting with Melissa. I don't know what he says right before we come in, but Melissa's laughing, and from the look in her eyes, I'm interested in what might happen between them. I know she says that the feelings are one-sided, but I have my strong suspicions that Nathan's not quite showing as much as he feels.

  “You guys ready to go?” I ask, smiling. “Nathan, we made sure to dust out the dampest, darkest corner of the barn for you, you'll find your wool blanket there.”

  Nathan chuckles, while Melissa looks pissed. “Carson, you better not have...”

  “Relax, 'Lissa,” Nathan says quietly, giving her a smile. “He is joking. Best guess, I will be in what was Andrea's room upstairs?”

  “Actually, ours,” Jackson says, helping Nathan up. Nathan sways a little on his feet, and Melissa's right there, putting his arm around her shoulders and supporting him.

  “Here, I've got you,” she says, and Nathan's grateful look fuels my suspicions. I give Andrea a glance and she returns it, she's seeing it, too. Melissa though is totally oblivious, and just gives Nathan a warm smile. “Come on, let's get you home.”

  In the van, Melissa turns to Jackson, her eyebrow cocked. “So if you made up your room, where are you guys going to stay?”

  “We've decided that even though we love the farm, and we're going to be visiting you guys there at least twice a month, we're going to make another go of it with the dojo,” he tells her. “We've been in contact with some of the people that we'd been working to do lessons with and stuff like that, and they're cool, but patience is running low. Time to get things going back there.”

  “But why? I mean, if it's about money...” Melissa asks, then stops and takes a deep breath. “You're right. I'm sorry. I just don't want to see you guys go, it was so good to have you around.”

  “Even with the grenades, gunshots and hospital visits?” Jackson asks, and Melissa chuckles.

  “Even with those. And I assume that Carson said we're going to visit you guys, too?”

  “Yep,” Katrina says, still driving, “we're going to work out a visiting plan, but basically alternating weekends. Maybe weekdays too if work lets everyone get together.”

  Back at the farm, Melissa takes Nathan's bag inside while Andrea helps him over to the porch steps, helping him sit down. “Thanks. The fresh air feels good.”

  “Not a problem,” Andrea says, sitting down next to Nathan, seemingly nonchalantly. I go inside, but only to the kitchen, where I start making a jug of iced tea for everyone to enjoy later before Katrina, Jackson and BA head back to Baton Rouge. From the open window, I can overhear as she and Nathan talk.

  “So, Melissa's been pretty loyal to helping you get back on your feet. You know she hasn't left your bedside since you were admitted.”

  Nathan nods, and while I can't see his eyes, his shoulders are tense, he's definitely guarded. “The staff told me. She is... she is a remarkable person.”

  “She is,” Andrea agrees. “If I can ask... is she as remarkable as Aisha?”

  I've never heard the name before, and I cock an ear as Nathan considers his answer. “Aisha... I will never forget her. I loved her with all my heart. She was remarkable. Both you and Katrina remind me in some ways of her. Maybe that is why I care for you both so much. Melissa is... remarkable in her own special way. Both are equally special, and uniquely remarkable.”

  Andrea nods, and pats Nathan on his knee. “That's all I needed to know. Tell you what, starting tomorrow, with a little bit of advice from Katrina, we can start your rehab. No offense to 'Lissa, but you need someone's who's gonna kick you in the ass once in a while. She's too nice to give you what you need there.”

  Nathan chuckles, nodding. “I can deal with that.”

  Andrea laughs softly and shakes her head. “Let me go check on how everything's going inside.”

  Andrea notices me when she comes inside, seeing the open kitchen window. Coming over, she hugs me and rests her head on my chest. “He'll be good and kind with her, regardless.”

  “I know. Andrea, I had a question for you, one I've been thinking about since this morning,” I say, kissing the top of her head. “Kat and Jackson are going to do their dojo thing, Nathan's staying here... what about you? We haven't really talked about your plans for the immediate future.”

  “What would you like them to be?” Andrea asks, taking a half-step back and giving me a slightly worried look. “You're right, I've been so focused on taking each day as it comes, I haven't really thought too much about it.”

  “Well, what about your classes? You know, you've busted your ass so much for your degree, and you are in your last semester,” I ask, biting my lip nervously.

  “I don't know. There isn't a lot left to go on that, just a capstone paper and my internship. I had some slots lined up, and the classes I've got I can just cruise through mostly on the online notes. My books and stuff were torched, but I can replace those if I have to,” Andrea says, looking nervously to the side. “You're right, I still want to finish it. I just don't know if it's safe any longer.”

  “I know,” I tell her, wanting to reach out and protect her, but I know if I do, I'm going to lose my nerve and not be able to say what I need to say. “So, I was thinking... you don't have an apartment, and MCS isn't that far from campus, right? So, what about you stay here? And maybe do your internship at MCS?”

  Andrea looks up, giving me a nervous half-smile. “You mean move in?”

  I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Yeah. I mean, we can set up the fourth bedroom for you if you want, but I think we’re beyond that.”

  “And 'Lissa and Nathan?” Andrea asks, her smile still there. “The house is going to get mighty crowded going from two to four.”

  “I think 'Lissa would like it, and Nathan, well, you two are friendly with each other as I just saw. But more importantly,” I say, taking a deep breath and charging ahead, “I need you. I want you by my side. I want to listen to you bitch about classes, I want to share days and nights with you where we do nothing but lie around and be lazy. I want to see you in that red dress again, knowing that I have the most beautiful woman in all of New Orleans there with me. I want to be able to spend... I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

  Andrea smiles and wraps me in a hug. “Hmm... sleeping with my boss, that's not exactly normal. But...yes. If 'Lissa says okay, too. She's going to be equal in our lives, remember?”

  There's a polite cough at the entrance to the kitchen, and we turn our heads to see Melissa s
tanding there, smiling and crying at the same time. “Yes. It's okay with me, it's more than okay, it's wonderful.”

  “Then come here,” Andrea says, letting go with her left arm of me and waving Melissa over. Melissa joins us, and we form a three-way hug, and I'm complete, for the first time in my life, totally and fully complete.

  Epilogue

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  Katrina- So we got that model finished.

  Darcy- Really? Didn't think you two would ever get it done.

  Andrea- Oh come on, Darce. They're not that bad.

  Darcy- Are you kidding me? By the way, Henry says that he thinks 'Lissa's art is cool, and he wants to learn how to weld. I'm worried.

  Andrea- LOL. You know boys, they love playing with fire and power tools.

  Katrina- So are we all on for Thanksgiving?

  Darcy- Yeah. Jeff got the time off, he's doing Christmas Day this year. Sucks, but we're doing 27 thru 30 at his mama's house. He gets New Year's off too because of it, so it's fair I guess.

  Andrea- Great. House'll be a bit tight, but we can figure it out.

  Katrina- Oh stop. We all know that your 'bedroom' is nothing more than a walk-in closet for you, and you and Carson sleep together every night.

  Andrea- Okay, you got me.

  Darcy- So that'll be one bedroom. How about Nathan and 'Lissa?

  Andrea- Nathan's still being Nathan, and 'Lissa is 'Lissa, happy to have him around and to take it slow. He's stronger though, rehab's good. By the way, what do you guys think of getting him a puppy for Christmas?

  Katrina- You read my mind. We can't afford all those damn teas the man likes. Are you thinking a Great Dane again?

  Andrea- I was thinking a mutt from the pound. There’s nothing like saving a life… it’ll have a blast running around our farm, and bugging the hell out of our kids.

  Darcy- You tryin' to say something, Andrea? Kids, Nathan sticking around, all of that? Sounds like you've got news.

  Andrea- LOL. Not yet. But... it'd be nice, wouldn't it?