Stratton got to his knees and grinned at me. “I’m not ready to let you come yet,” he said, sweeping his eyes over my spread-eagled body. “I want to make you mine, first.”
A shiver ran through me as I watched him unfasten his pants and kick them to the floor. His massive erection strained the front of his briefs and I watched as he yanked them off and tossed them aside. Stratton was so gorgeous naked. He always looked like a statue—a really naughty statue that some single rich Grecian woman would have had. Just watching him made my mouth go dry. Stratton kept his eyes locked with mine as he climbed on the bed and nudged my legs apart once again. He leaned closed and I felt as his manhood brushed the inside of my thigh. The thought of him entering me actually made me shiver.
“Are you ready?” Stratton whispered. He reached over me and fished a condom out of the nightstand, sheathing himself in a latex wrap. I nodded and bit my lower lip as Stratton kissed me deeply. He steadied himself on my hip and I felt the tip of his cock pushing against me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer as Stratton groaned and thrust inside of me all at once. He felt so filling and so amazing that I wanted to cry. Stratton grinned at me as he began to rock back and forth on top of my body. Every time he thrust deeply inside, his pelvic bone pushed against me in a way that made me cry out in a hoarse voice. Soon, I was grinding my hips against him and pressing my face into his neck with my eyes screwed shut. I could feel every muscle in Stratton’s lean body straining into me and I gasped as he plunged in so deeply that I felt like I was being impaled. The warm pleasure coiling in my belly spread outward and I could feel the sweat beading on my skin as I pushed my hips against him with all of my might. Stratton wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me up into the air so I was bracing my weight against him. He took hold of my hips and moved me up and down on his erection. Feeling the cool air against my bare back made me shiver even closer to him and I whined in frustration as he slowly pulled away.
Stratton set me back down on the bed and tossed his head to the side. I grinned and rolled onto my belly, burying my face in the coverlet. Stratton’s hands wrapped around my ankles and pulled them apart so that I was completely exposed to him. A hot blush spread down my face from the roots of my hair all the way to my neck. Even though this wasn’t the first time Stratton had seen my naked, I still felt exposed. I jumped when I felt his finger caress the inside of my thigh and slip inside of me. Moaning, I arched my back and spread my legs further. Stratton slipped another finger inside of me and chuckled. I felt his weight crushing the bed as he crawled on top of me so he was straddling my ass. Whimpering and desperate for more pleasure, I ground my hips on the bed. Stratton grabbed a handful of my ass and slid inside me in one smooth motion. He felt so good that I screamed with pleasure, my cries muffled by the bedspread. He began to ride me harder and harder and I could tell by his rapid thrusting that he had to be close soon. Stratton leaned over my body and slipped his hands underneath of me. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck and my own pleasure was starting to build up to an incredible climax. I’d never had this kind of perfect intimacy with someone and it scared me a little how well Stratton could please me. As his fingers pinched at my nipples, I felt pleasure explode in my lower belly. All I could do was moan loudly with every wave of my orgasm. Stratton rode me to the rhythm of my pleasure and I felt his teeth on the back of my neck as he thrust in so deeply that it almost hurt. Inside of me, I could feel his cock twitching and pulsing with every spasm.
When we were done, we lay there for a few minutes. Stratton collapsed on top of me and I could feel his heart pounding through his muscular chest. Taking a deep breath, I rolled out from under him and pulled the blanket over us.
“Feel better now?” Stratton teased, running a finger down my bare arm. My breath was coming quickly and I had to nod.
“Much,” I said after a moment. “So you had a good summer?”
Stratton grinned. “This is better,” he said. “Trust me.”
Chapter Four
Stratton
After Leda left, I took a long, hot shower. Thinking about her tight little body and the way she’d responded to my touch was enough to get me hard again, and I almost wanted to jerk off in the shower. Instead, I closed my eyes and stuck my head under the spray of warm water, feeling her scent wash away from me. I hadn’t expected her to come clean about Matthew; for some reason, Leda always seemed like the secretive type to me. But she’d sounded so open, so wounded, so trusting, that I had to believe her. After all, it wasn’t like she’d meant to hurt me.
I was in a great mood as I walked back to my room. I was even whistling. Checking my phone, I saw that I had a couple of emails.
“Must have gotten them when we were busy,” I said under my breath with a wicked smile. As soon as I opened the email, though, my smile faded away.
“Dear Stratton,
It pains me to write this letter to you, but I can’t let you continue in this fashion. Do you know that Suzan came to me and told me everything? How you had to marry some trash American girl in order to go back to the country last year? Does that sound familiar?
I didn’t want to believe her, but your sister knows better than to lie to me, unlike you, apparently. She revealed everything as soon as you’d gone, and I am coming over immediately to bring you home with me. This graduate school nonsense will no longer be tolerated. As a member of this family, I expect you to take after your father and behave in a respectable manner. A respectable manner does not include American whores.
Stratton, you have disappointed me more than words can say. I cannot believe that we managed to raise Suzan as a perfect daughter while you have turned out to be a complete failure. Take heart in that least you are young; no one will remember how badly you tried to ruin your life once everything has been settled.
Mutti.”
“Damnit!” I cursed out loud, banging my hand in a fist on the desk. The screen of my computer flicked on and off and then on again but the text of the email hadn’t changed. Closing my eyes, I leaned back in my chair and thought about what I was going to do. I was closer to 30 than 20, for fuck’s sake, and it wasn’t my mother’s job to interfere in my business. It made me incredibly angry that Suzan had blabbed; I should have known from the beginning that I wouldn’t be able to trust her. I thought about the night where I’d revealed the secret. The two of us had been out drinking, like usual, and she asked me about Miriam.
At first, I hadn’t wanted to answer. Miriam and Suzan had loved each other, and I knew they were still friends. But the more she pushed me, the more dishonest I felt. After all, even though I’d been angry with Leda, I still respected her and her feelings. It was totally abhorrent of me to think she would have cared if I spilled. But I wasn’t thinking about her at the moment. I was thinking about Miriam. I was thinking about the way she smiled up at me after making love. I was thinking about all of the times we snuck upstairs and had sex while her parents were downstairs watching a movie. I remembered when I’d first asked her to be my girlfriend; she’d cried, and I’d given her a gold chain-link bracelet with a heart charm on it. Since then, I’d never given a girl jewelry. Not even Leda, and she was my wife.
Suzan had pressed me for information about who I was dating, who I was seeing, if I was falling in love with anyone. She told me that Miriam had been dating someone for a couple of months but that it wasn’t getting serious, and that I didn’t need to worry. I told her that obviously I wasn’t worried; I had no intention of getting back together with Miriam. That was when Suzan had accused me of falling in love with someone else. So I told her the whole story, from the beginning (leaving out the sex parts, obviously—she’s my sister, what do you want?). When I was done, Suzan was gaping at me. It was like I’d spent an hour talking to her in a language she didn’t understand. And maybe that was part of it; maybe she really didn’t get what I was talking about. Still, though. It was no excuse to running and telling our mother.
Shak
ing my head, I opened my eyes and began to type. When I was done, I wasn’t completely satisfied with what I’d written, but it was better than nothing.
“Mother,
Even if Suzan was telling the truth, it’s no business of yours to interfere with my life and what I am doing in America. I told you years ago that I wanted to go to graduate school, and I don’t intend to quit simply because you say I’ve embarrassed you. Mother, I haven’t embarrassed you. You’ve embarrassed yourself from the beginning, and if you didn’t act so hateful, it’s likely that I would have told you this myself. As a matter of fact, it is none of your business. Your daughter-in-law is smart, charming, and lovely. It doesn’t matter if you don’t like her; I do. I like her enough for the both of us.
Your son,
Stratton”
After I hit “send” I felt satisfied. It didn’t matter to me that I’d lied about our relationship. My mother didn’t have to know that it was only for temporary purposes. Shaking my head, I imagined that she’d find scandal in a divorced son but probably not as much as a son who married without her permission.
I got up from my desk and lay down on the bed, suddenly feeling exhausting. Dealing with my family always tired me out and this had been no exception. Before I knew it, I was falling into a dark and dreamless sleep.
“Stratton,” Miriam said. “Don’t you love me?” I watched as she slid her pale hands up her chest and began to unbutton her pink blouse. “Don’t you want to be with me?” I was powerless as she stripped out of the blouse, showing the perfect swell of her large breasts. Miriam threw her head back and closed her eyes, moaning, as she stroked herself. Between my legs, my cock gave a twitch and began to stiffen.
“Miriam, this isn’t right,” I managed to sputter. Miriam laughed and took my hands, caressing her body with them. The familiar feel of her curves sent waves of desire through me and I had to fight my base urges as I yanked my hand back.
Miriam pouted at me. “Stratton,” she whined. “I love you. I’d give up everything for you. I only slept with one person after we broke up, baby. I was only trying to hurt you. But I’d never hurt you now Stratton, I love you.”
I shook my head. “Miriam, we’re over,” I told her slowly. Miriam’s pout turned into a wide grin. She stood up and unzipped her jeans with her slender hand, sliding them down her generous hips. She reached to her back and unfastened her bra. When she was standing in front of me clad only in panties, she winked at me and turned around, sticking her ass out in the air. I made a point of looking away.
“Stratton,” she whispered, coming closer and sitting on my lap. I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs through her thin panties and I squirmed uncomfortably. She grabbed onto me but I pushed harder and just as I shoved her to the floor, she spread her legs. I watched helplessly as Miriam stroked herself through the crotch of her panties, throwing back her head and moaning loudly. “Stratton, I need you,” she whimpered. “Come take me like a man.”
Against my will, I started to come in my pants. I tried to hide my reaction from Miriam but she saw my face and threw her head back in laughter.
“You’re such a wimp,” she said through a storm of giggles. “I can’t believe I ever wanted you!
I woke up with a start to Leda stroking my chest. She gave me a mischievous look with her gray eyes. “You were dreaming,” she said affectionately, leaning down to give me a kiss. “About me, I assume,” she added in a teasing voice. When I realized she was talking about my still-hard cock, I had to look away.
“Are you okay?” I asked her, pushing her hair back behind her ears. “I fell asleep after you left. Do you want to stay here?” I moved over in my bed. “I don’t mind if you want to.”
Leda shook her head. “I have a surprise for you,” she whispered. “D’you want to see?”
I nodded with a slight bit of hesitation. Even though Leda was gorgeous, after that freaky dream, I hoped it wasn’t a sex surprise. I had a feeling that if I were to turn her down, Leda wouldn’t take it very well.
“You’ll like it,” she said. “I promise.”
“I’m waiting,” I replied in a singsong voice. Leda grinned. I watched as she reached behind her back and pulled a few pieces of paper. She handed them to me and I picked them up and read:
“Flight from Richmond to Denver? What’s in Denver?”
Leda’s grin stretched from ear to ear. “We’re going skiing!” she cried. “I wanted to surprise you with a trip. Isn’t that great news?”
Relief flooded my chest and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close so she wouldn’t see my expression. “That’s amazing,” I replied. “Thank you so much.” Leda murmured into my neck and snuggled closer and soon, I’d forgotten all about that dream. When I fell asleep again, with Leda tangled around me, I dreamed of us on the slopes.
Chapter Five
Leda
“What do you think of this one?” Megan spun in a whirling cloud of white sequins and lace. “I love it!” She cried, without waiting for me to answer. “But your opinion is important, duh, Leda.”
I laughed. “You look beautiful,” I said honestly. “Are you still thinking about getting married on the beach next summer?”
“Nah, country club or cruise,” Megan said with a grin. She stood in front of the full-length mirror and admired her reflection. It was true that she was beautiful; Megan could get married in a burlap sack and still look gorgeous. But now she looked radiant. The ivory dress cinched her in at the waist and flared out at the bosom and hips, creating an incredibly hourglass figure. Megan’s breasts were pressed together and she was showing more cleavage than my mother would have liked on my wedding day. It took me a moment to remember that I’d already had a wedding day—cleavage or no, it was in the past.
“You’re ridiculous,” I said through giggles. “Is this the one though? Have you seen anything that you like more?”
Megan shook her head. The attendant who was waiting on us looked both nervous and annoyed; we’d showed up and Megan had bossily picked twelve dresses to try on. The attendant told us in a nasty voice that normally, most girls only tried on four. Then Megan grabbed an extra two from the rack as if to make her point. The bridal salon was deserted, and I was annoyed that the service hadn’t been better. Who cared if my friend was being a diva; it wasn’t like she was stealing time from anyone else!
“I don’t know,” she said finally, tossing her head. “This one does great things for my boobs, don’t you think so?” She leaned over and admired herself in the mirror. “But I can’t really dance in it.”
I shrugged. “Change at the reception?”
“Maybe,” Megan said thoughtfully. “It seems so dumb to pick out a wedding dress and not even wear it for the reception.”
“I don’t know,” I replied, feeling slightly exasperated. “This whole wedding thing is confusing to me, Megan. You know that.”
“Fine,” Megan said. “Let me try on the last three and we can leave.” The attendant wearily got up to help unzip her and I scrolled through my phone, absentmindedly checking the news. There were muttered cried of distress and anguish from the dressing room and I clapped my hand to my forehead, hiding my eyes. Megan emerged in a tangle of white silk. The dress she was wearing had an enormous bustle that barely fit in the room behind her.
“I look like a duck,” she proclaimed. “I look horrible. Do you like this? I hate this?”
I had to stifle a laugh. “You’re still gorgeous, but that dress has to go.”
The attendant came out of the dressing room, looking flustered. “That’s one of our most popular styles,” she said in this prim voice that made me want to smack her. “Are you sure you don’t want a second opinion?”
“My friend knows what she likes,” I said. “Trying to convince her to change her mind isn’t going to have any effect, you know that, right?”
The attendant looked chastened and stepped away. Megan shot me a grateful glance. “Thanks,” she said, a
fter the consultant had left. “I owe you one.”
“Just drive me home, if you don’t mind,” I said. “I’m exhausted.”
In the car, Megan started talking a blue streak about her bachelorette. I felt guilty; I knew she wanted some big blowout party but I hadn’t even had time to plan. And I’d spent a lot of my free money for the year on the ski tickets for Stratton and myself.
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