Tasting a slight salty drizzle, the preamble of his full release, I found new motivation. I wanted his cum jetting across my tongue, filling my mouth and coating my throat. His hand tightened around my nape and he said, “Ah yeah, Suzy. Take all of it. Go down on me, baby. That’s good. Real nice.”
Up and down, I bounced over his cock until he was so hard I couldn’t understand why he wasn’t exploding between my jaws. “I won’t come without you, sugar,” he informed, holding my hair off of my neck.
I could feel his eyes on my backside, and when his finger ran down the crack of my ass, I flinched. “You’re going to let me fuck this pretty little ass, aren’t you, Suzy?”
Sure, sure, whatever, I thought, sucking faster, adding more tongue, sipping the tip and gliding over his cock like every inch of him was a present, a gift I hoped he’d never deny me. Slowing the pace, I tapped his balls with my fingers and caught another stout stream of pre-cum, enough of his excitement to let me know he most certainly was good to go. If he’d only release his damn control, I’d have him where I wanted him.
Reaching for his balls again, I pinched the skin under his scrotum and continued to perform the best blowjob of my lifetime. Finally, he bunched my hair and jack-knifed into a seated position. “That’s it, Suzy. Suck it, baby.”
Gripping the side of my neck, he took control by tugging on my hair, moving my head up and down over his long, thick dick. And just when I thought he couldn’t take another slide across my tongue, he pulled me up and straight into his massive arms.
The taste of him drove me wild, and it was obviously scribbled across my face. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“You know what’s wrong.”
Sliding over him, I glided across his stomach. My heat left its evidence as I squirmed closer to his cock and then moved toward his chest once more.
“You feel like hot, wet satin,” he said. “Now I want you to do me a favor.”
“Fuck you?”
“Yeah,” he said, “But first, reach in my pants and find a condom.”
A condom? Was he fucking serious?
“I’m on the pill.”
“That’s great,” he replied. “We’re extra-protected then.”
Grumbling, I slid off the bed and grabbed his pants. When I turned back around, he sat with his knees bent and his feet flat on the floor. God help me, I’d never seen a man any harder, with a cock any larger, waiting with so much lust in his eyes. I also never imagined allowing a nineteen-year-old man into my life, especially at this level.
I stroked his face, the three-day old beard tough against my flesh and making me all the more aware of the man hidden behind those beautiful dark eyes. Lowering my lips to his, I slid the foil packet into his palm.
Bringing it to his lips, he bit the end like he’d been opening condom packages all of his life. He patted his legs and said, “Bend over, Suzy.”
Stifling a moan, I obeyed. Kneeling beside him first, I arched my body over his tightened thighs and braced for pleasure, doubting even a solid strike from him would induce one smidgen of pain.
Raising his arm back, he said, “When I ask you to do something,” he stopped talking and starting kneading my skin, rubbing my ass in a circular motion one minute and then pinching flesh the next while adding, “You will not question why.” The first smack popped against my bottom and I whimpered.
“And you will not whine, Suzy,” he said, slapping again.
God help me, the strikes burned. I bit my lip, rejecting the inner voice to defy him, to tell him I didn’t want to play his games anymore.
“Suzy, do you understand me?” he asked, whipping me with four or five firm slaps to the rear.
“Ye…esss,” I said softly. Oh, please, please, fuck me!
“Very good,” he said, kissing one of my globes. Then, he reached under me so he could perhaps feel proof of the pleasure his strikes brought. Maybe he was curious to see if I remained committed to his cause.
“Roll over,” he said, turning me away from his body so I faced him from a side position. “Turn all the way over on your back.”
He spread his legs apart, and his dick found its position in the curve of my waist. “Are you nervous, lover?” he asked, eyeing my breasts.
Very. “No,” I said, admitting nothing.
Rubbing my mound with a continual circular motion using the ball of his hand, he said, “I own this pussy, Suzy.”
“You own it?” I asked, somewhat intrigued but more amused than anything else.
Narrowing his gaze, he said, “If you can’t commit to me now, then don’t let me take something I want when you’re not willing to give me everything I need.”
“I’ll give anything you need,” I promised, reaching for him.
He clasped my wrist and brought it to his lips. Kissing the inside of my palm, he locked his hand around my fingers and then raised his left arm. Without warning, he issued four sound taps with his three middle fingers striking my mound.
“I—”
“Shh,” he said. “Let me soothe you, Suzy.”
Caressing my skin, his hand dipped lower. Spreading my pussy lips, he inserted two fingers and twirled them high into my tight, wet channel. “I want you to know who you are and what you already mean to me.”
What I meant to him?
“Instant attraction,” he said. “From the time I first saw your pictures in the magazines, I wanted you.”
My nipples spiked with his confession. Turned-on one degree hotter, I physically ached for him and seriously considered groveling for sex if he didn’t give me what I longed for most.
Holding my legs with one arm securely fastened over them, he moved me to the bed, carefully positioning me so the pillows remained under my head. He pushed my legs apart and towered over me.
“Dear God, you’re beautiful,” he said, lowering his lips to my belly and kissing my pussy once more. Taking a deep breath, he lifted his head and started forward, his cock hanging in the perfect mounting position.
I shifted and when I did, he set his jaw. As if he wanted to betray the decision I encouraged him to make, he slid down again, like he planned to settle between my legs and sip on my juices. Then, his body language changed and with a sudden move, he hovered over me.
Never taking his eyes off of me, he studied the condom before handing it back to me.
“I’m glad to do the honors,” I told him while rolling the rubber over his dick and using both hands to manipulate his pleasure, easing him into the protective coating.
After I leaned back again, he slid into place, holding himself at the base of his cock. “You’ll come when I tell you to come.”
Maybe I should’ve let him in on a little secret. After all the foreplay, I was probably going to come within a half a second after his cock pumped inside of me. Rather than argue the point, I reminded myself rather smugly of who here had lost out on quite a few fucks. It wasn’t me.
He closed his eyes and moved forward. “Oh, God, yes,” he muttered. His penis locked into place, and then started to strike, his cock thumping hard against my walls for a few seconds before he pushed higher inside and held completely still.
“Let me on top,” I said, squeezing his hips with my thighs.
“Not a chance,” he said, grunting when he thrust inside once more. “Come!”
God help me, I wanted to, and he shouldn’t have to ask twice. His body jerked. He hammered harder and harder, taking his time initially with a few uneven strokes, then losing all restraint when his mouth dropped to my breast. He lapped over a nipple with wet kisses while pounding away for a guaranteed release, one I knew would come early.
Marco needed a quick end, only he fought to postpone it. “Now! Damn it!” he exclaimed. Beads of sweat rolled off his brow and scattered across his forehead.
Shit, he didn’t have to get so testy about things. I held back for him, wanting to see him find his pleasure, but the closer I came to my orgasm, the more I found true joy in watching him tak
e his.
“Marco,” I whispered as the tide found me and the waves of gratification washed over my body with an energy of its own. “Oh shit, Marco!” I tried to wither away quietly, but instead he worked harder to make sure I released a fucking scream. His cock thumped against my vaginal walls, and his jerks still didn’t subside.
“God help me, don’t stop!” I called out, clawing my way to freedom while indulging in the tight screw, the way his cock touched places no other man’s penis found.
“Ah, Suzy, baby, you feel so nice.”
His sexy voice provoked another sensational release, and I bit on my lower lip, allowing the pleasure to find me. He watched with beautiful, yet haunting eyes as my hips worked for more, soliciting each thrust he still had left to give.
One orgasm shook me, and he hammered inside my vagina again until multiple jolts launched even more fulfillment. “Don’t…stop.”
He didn’t. He moved into me with a full claiming, the kind of loving a woman expects from a man who’s never had his first sexual experience.
We came together like two bodies drawn together by force, and the seduction, while beautiful, never compared to the satisfaction found in his very capable body.
I’d been sexed by one man and then another, but I’d never found the kind of contentment I truly needed. Now, I knew why. I had to kiss a lot of players in order to find the man who really wasn’t interested in playing me.
* * * *
A few hours after sunrise, Marco pulled me on top of him and said, “Show me what you can do for a man.”
“Gladly,” I said sleepily, barely coherent, and not thinking about condoms whatsoever.
He pressed a foil package in my hand and pulled the lubricant from under the pillow. He must’ve found it at some point during the night.
I rolled the rubber over his somewhat flaccid cock and grinned as his full growth materialized. “Damn if you don’t get an erection faster than any man around.”
“I wouldn’t go there if I were you, Suzy,” he said, his eyes flashing a hint of jealousy.
“Go where?” I said, placing my hands on his belly.
“Don’t compare me to any man you’ve ever had in your bed. I don’t want to know about your experiences with any of them, and I don’t want comparisons.”
I stroked his belly, teasing the tip of his dick by sliding over him, drifting by the head so fast he couldn’t penetrate me unless he wrapped his arms around me and held me against his body. “I like morning sex with you,” I said, dropping my head back and lowering my body.
“Ah, baby, this is sweet satisfaction,” he said, tweaking my nipples with his thumbs.
Seated on top of him, I watched as the sun beamed its first ray of bright morning light across the bedroom. His dark features fully aglow, Marco looked like he belonged in my bed, like he anticipated waking up every morning with me beside him. Smiling as I rode him, he gripped my legs and maneuvered them any way he wanted.
“Ah yes,” I said, as he thrust into me with a long, sudden stroke. Easing away from me, he grinned when I said, “Let me come.”
And I knew better, of course. “Not until I give you permission,” he said. “And I may not grant it for a while.” Allowing me to process what I viewed as a delicious threat, he said, “You’re like a dream.”
Cupping my neck, he pulled me down and kissed my intentions straight away. Withdrawing all the way, his tongue moved in between my lips and he whispered sweet everythings, the kind of sentiments every woman wants to hear in the middle of fucking.
But when his body shifted again, nothing prepared me for his reentry. With only a quick adjustment, he eased forward, only this time his cock parted my cheeks and found its place through a different passage.
“Ah yeah, sweetheart,” he whispered.
Everything I’d heard about backdoor guests rang true. Marco tapped my ass with his thick penis, penetrating with caution, yet finding a full purpose. The pleasure washed over me. With only a grunt to warn, Marco thrust harder.
“Beautiful woman,” he said. “Ah, Suzy, no one will ever measure up to you,” he continued. Pressing his cock higher, he said, “Hold still, sweetheart.”
I did what he asked, allowing him to take me, realizing there’d never be another moment like this one, like there’d never be another time when I could feel so secure in my sexuality. Sex with Marco made me feel wild and sexy. I found more freedom under his control than I ever expected.
“Come!” he said with a sudden jerk, stuffing his fingers inside my pussy while his cock filled my ass. “Now, Suzy.”
I noticed his tense jaw, a difference in his expression. His eyes flashed something more than lust as he watched me find my release.
“Oh, Marco, it hurts so good,” I said, turning my face into the pillow.
“That’s my girl. You come to me, doll.” Then, he shifted our positions, rolling me under his body with his chest at my back. And he continued to fuck my ass with slow, beautiful moves, screwing me nice and tight until I finally begged for rest, yet silently hoped for promises of more.
Chapter Nine
Seven Days Later
There was a time when I would’ve been on the plane headed to Detroit right behind the team, especially for Monday Night Football. Tonight, I sat alone on the sofa with a large bowl of buttery popcorn wishing like the devil Cassie Teller and I were still friends.
Cassie wasn’t all bad, and at one time I considered her a best friend, a true sister of sorts, but then the green-eyed monster came in and destroyed yet another somewhat solid friendship. Naturally, the kinship we had wasn’t as strong as I perceived it because she broke up my marriage, or at least she was the final straw breaking the camel’s back.
I remember the first time I noticed how Mark seemed to establish a connection with her. Their bond formed almost immediately during our trip to Las Vegas for her wedding to Corby. I couldn’t interfere with the chemistry they found. Now, of course, I understood why. She had my husband and I had, Oh God, help me, I had Marco!
Snatching the phone, I dialed Cassie’s number without a second to spare. There was a time for everything, a season for explaining and overdue apologies to issue. It was now or never.
Their housekeeper answered the phone. “Hello, Tellers.”
Maybe Cassie went to the game after all. “Angela, hello. This is Suzy Illiani. May I speak to Cassie?”
“I have it, Angela,” Cassie said politely. Then, after their housekeeper hung up, she snapped, “What do you want, Suzy?”
Her reply was precisely what I expected. I knew the real Cassie Teller, the overprotective wife and mother, never mind the possessive lover of three incredibly handsome men.
“Are you watching the game?”
“You called to ask me if I’m watching football?”
True, how stupid to use the game as an icebreaker, so I tried again. “Cassie, no, I didn’t.”
“Then why did you call?”
I started to ask about the kids but decided against kid-mentions. Instead, I said, “In the PFC, marriage is over-rated, romance is king. Lust trumps love and everybody still wants a happy ending.”
“Do what?” she asked and then burst into laughter.
“What I’m trying to say, Cassie, is that I don’t blame you now for stealing my husband.”
“Well, that sure is good to know, Suzy. Considering the fact I didn’t steal him but you more or less tossed him my way when you couldn’t keep your pants up. Ah, and I hear you’re still up to your games, too. Mark once said you’d never change.”
She made a valid point. I started sleeping around on Mark soon after we were married. There were too many lonely nights, and I was young, dumb, and looking for a good time.
For some reason, I forgot about Cassie’s spunk. We hadn’t talked in so long there were some things I’d missed and other things I forgot about simply because they didn’t bring back fond memories.
“Is there anything else you’d like to say
to me tonight?”
“No,” I stated flatly. Other than, Oh my God, Cass! You should see how Marco looks at me, or Wait! Let me tell you what he wanted me to do to Antonio, my go-to rubber dick! Or how about, I just miss my old friend.
None of which I said.
“Well, so nice of you to call tonight, Suzy. Now, why don’t you go out and have a drink on me. I’ll let the fellows know you called with such a philosophical viewpoint.”
“Okay,” I said. “Goodbye, Cassie.”
“Nighty-night,” she said. “Enjoy that toddy.”
What a bitch, I thought when I slammed the phone down.
I definitely developed the sot-reputation right along with the slutty one, but to patronize me after I clearly tried to sober up, well there just wasn’t any excuse for it.
I stared at my empty bar and thought of all the things I could do with the wet bar area, the space I didn’t need cluttered with liquor bottles anymore. Then I returned to the sports announcers who were spouting off about Corby’s injuries and whether or not he’d remain on injured-status. If so, many fans wanted to know if the team trainers considered him capable of full participation.
Maybe Cassie had a right to harbor those ugly grapes. My man was going to take her man’s position and, yes, I found some pathetic satisfaction in the fact. Even if Corby returned and his hamstring injuries healed, his performances wouldn’t measure up to Marco’s capabilities.
My phone rang right when the Rascals kicked off. “Hello?”
“Suzy, it’s Cassie.”
“Yes?”
“I appreciate your peculiar way of apologizing, and I want you to know that sometimes apologies are accepted even when they’re unspoken. And sometimes, even when someone says they’re sorry or tries, as you did, to apologize, an apology isn’t wanted or expected.”
“Okay, Cassie, I get you. The fact that you don’t want to accept an—”
“What I’m trying to say,” she interrupted, “is that you and I enjoyed a lot of good times together.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “We did.”
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