"How about this?" Serena leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to the head of his jutting erection.
"Please. Serena. You don't have to do that. Just climb on up here and put me out of my misery. Okay?" He said, reaching down to gather her up in his arms.
Instead of answering, Serena took hold of his penis in one hand and slowly slid her lips down his long length until the bulbous head was pressed to the very back of her mouth. She made a humming sound deep in her throat and felt his hands tighten convulsively on her shoulders. Then she slid her lips back until he was almost fully exposed to the night air before repeating the action again.
Mark swore gutturally, and gathered her hair in one hand to keep it out of the way. If there had been some light he would have loved watching her sink that delectable mouth down on his dick. He couldn't imagine a more erotic sight. The feeling alone was almost more than he could take. The silky slide of her tongue, teasing the underside of his shaft combined with the perfect amount of soft suction was driving him completely crazy. As much as he wanted to take the lead he couldn't resist the unexpected rush of having her on her knees, selflessly pleasuring him. He never thought he'd experience this. It felt like yet another wet dream. But it was actually happening.
Unable to stop himself, Mark began thrusting his hips in rhythm with the accelerating movements of Serena's mouth. Gritting his teeth, he placed a gentle hand on the back of her neck and fought the urge to beg her to move faster, take him deeper, so he could find his release at last.
Instead he grabbed her by the shoulders before he could lose control completely. "Serena. Please. Stop."
She was completely confused. She'd never even heard of a guy refusing a blow-job before. She was hardly an expert at this, but she'd watched a few dirty videos and, Clay, one of her gay friends, had given her some pointers after an evening of lemon drop martinis. They'd even used a frozen banana as a visual aide. Was she still doing it wrong? Was this a repeat of that night so long ago? Was he rejecting her again?
She pulled back, feeling embarrassed and unsure of herself. Mark was standing up and moving away from her. She suddenly felt cold and completely humiliated. It was a familiar feeling. She was about to begin scrambling for her clothes in the dark when suddenly he was there, behind her, pressing her forward until her breasts rested on the flat surface of the cool stone bench and her ass was tilted up to the sky.
Mark loomed over her, pressed his mouth to her shoulder. He gave the flesh there a little bite and then a soothing lick. "Now, this isn't the pool-house, but it's a pretty damn good substitute, don't you think?" He asked, sliding one hand up the back of her thighs he touched her through her sopping panties and she nearly sobbed in relief.
It wasn't over. He just wanted to enact the fantasy that had haunted him all these years. She could do that. In fact, right this second she couldn't think of anything she wanted more. Arching her back, she pressed her bottom suggestively against the front of his body, wiggling against his erection. She'd meant to tease him. A little payback for earlier, but she actually ended up driving herself a bit crazy in the process. He was so big and hard against her soft bottom. She couldn't wait to feel every impressive inch of his flesh buried to the hilt between her slippery folds.
Mark growled against her neck and slid one hand into the front of her panties. He feathered his fingers downward, threading them through the soft hair at the juncture of her thighs until his large hand cupped her entire pussy. Then he gave her a gentle squeeze as he began flexing his hardness against her soft bottom. The friction was unbelievable, but not quite perfect.
She adjusted her position so she could reach down and grasp the hand that was burrowed in her panties. She guided it in the rhythm she needed, moving Mark's fingers and palm in the quick, shallow glide that would drive her towards orgasm like a freight train gone off the tracks. When he had it just right she let go of his hand and began sliding her panties down her hips until she was naked and ready for him to take her completely.
Nearly panting, she leaned forward again and braced herself on her arms, waiting for his deep and satisfying penetration, but it didn't happen. Mark removed his fingers from her warm pussy and grasped her hips with both hands. He lifted her a bit so he was now sliding his cock along the entrance of her body, but he didn't seem to be in any hurry to bury his hard flesh deeply inside her.
"Do you want it?" He asked against the back of her neck, moving his hips in a circular motion that brushed the silky head of his cock against her clit, threatening her sanity with too much pleasure.
"Nope." She said, reaching back to pinch his bottom.
He chuckled. "Say it and I'll give you exactly what you want."
"It." She whispered and spread her thighs another inch, practically begging him with her body to give her what she needed, even if she couldn't tell him with words. She heard the unmistakable sound of a condom wrapper being opened and then he was there, poised at her entrance, teasing her with just the blunt head of his hard cock. She nearly screamed with frustration, waiting for him to pull back yet again. But he didn't. Instead he surged forward.
"Good enough." He threw his head back and thrust into her with one smooth economical movement of his lean hips. She tightened her inner muscles around him and the pressure of her tight, slippery flesh around his shaft was almost too much to handle. Gritting his teeth against the unbelievable pleasure, he tipped his body forward until he was deep, deep inside her. There he paused and ground his hips into her until he was able to push forward another sweet inch. When he heard her soft, mewling cry of surprised delight he began to slowly withdraw. Only to surge back inside in a powerful movement that made Serena's whole body propel forward and she had to brace herself to avoid scraping her breasts against the rough texture of the stone bench.
Mark went still for a moment, leaned forward and smoothed both his hands up her rib cage, wondering at the satiny feel of her skin. "Is this too much? Am I hurting you?" He asked softly, his breath fluttering against her shoulder blades. He reached beneath her and tweaked her icy cold nipples when she didn't respond immediately and then began to dislodge himself from her silky flesh.
"No. Don't stop." Serena cried, pushing back against him, she began rocking back and forth, forcing his hard cock in and out of her body in a fast, hard cadence that made Mark want to roar and thrash against her.
Needing to take some control, Mark leaned back and grasped her hips again, and began meeting her thrusts, smoothly taking her rhythm and making it his own.
"Oh my God," she sighed, dropping her head forward. "Please. That's so good. Just like that."
Then they were moving together, slowly at first and then gradually picking up tempo until their combined cries echoed in the night as they quickly found their release. They collapsed against the stone bench, spent, and laughing together as their bodies cooled and their thoughts turned to what would happen next.
*****
Mark was running his hands over Serena's smooth back, thinking about how much he would like to explore her body in a more comfortable setting when he heard some loud rustling coming from the direction of the maze.
"Shit." Mark said under his breath and felt Serena stiffen in his lap. She had curled up there very naturally after they'd made love, and he wanted nothing more than to keep her there, possibly forever.
"What was that?" Serena hissed.
Mark grinned to himself, amused at her sudden terror. What was she expecting out here in the middle of suburbia? Sasquatch maybe? A gang of rabid raccoons?
A familiar curse rang out from the bushes.
"Was that who I think it was?" She whispered hoarsely, sounding relieved for a moment. Then panic started to set in again. "Oh my God. This can not be happening." Annoyance entered her voice, making her suddenly sound a tad bitchy and uptight. It was a shame really; she'd sounded so husky and satisfied just moments before.
"What? It's just Jacob. We were planning on working on the gazebo tonight. But I'm sure
he'd understand if I told him we made other plans." He said, trying to keep her from squirming away.
"Just Jacob? My cousin, Jacob? Are you kidding me? He can't see me here. He's not even close to being capable of keeping a secret. Why didn't you tell me he was coming here?"
"Because he's been gone awhile, and I thought he'd found some sweet young thing to distract him while he was out getting supplies. You know him. Can't resist a pretty face. I thought I was on my own for the night. Until you showed up." He smoothed his hand over her back again in a calming gesture that quickly turned sensual as he reached her full bottom. He caressed that firm, irresistible flesh for a moment, thinking about how her ass had felt in his hands as he'd pounded into her from behind. God, he wanted her again.
Then her words sunk in. "Secret? Why do we have to be a secret? You're not fifteen anymore. Why would you care if your family finds out we're involved? Do you think they'd disapprove or something?" His mind shifted back to his past. If the Kingstons found out he'd basically been a whore to their clients they probably wouldn't let him near Serena ever again.
"Involved?" She scrambled away from him and began gathering what clothing she could find in the dark. "Are you kidding me? We're not involved. We just got carried away tonight. This is a one time thing. Believe me. Now, can you get that light thingy working again? I need to get out of here. And I'll never find my way out of this stupid maze in the dark."
Mark heaved to his feet slowly, zipping up his jeans and favoring his bad knee horribly. Doggy-style was definitely not his favorite sexual position anymore. He hadn't even been aware of the pain at the time, but now he was in agony. The pleasure of finally being inside her sweet body had been so overwhelming that the discomfort had seemed a small price to pay to experience it. He would suffer this and a thousand times worse just to feel her again.
As he straightened and attempted to put some of his weight on the bad leg, sharp shards of pain screamed through him and he fought manfully not to cry out in front of her. No matter how bad the ache in his body was it paled in comparison to the torture of Serena's dismissive words. It had been so good between them he found it difficult to comprehend that this strange encounter hadn't been the start of something real. To her, it had been just sex. And a mistake. She had no intention of giving him a chance to prove to her that he was worth more than a few hours entertainment. He'd just been used. Yet again.
Mark found the cord for the stadium lights, plugged it back in and suddenly the clearing in the center of the maze was bright again. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the glare. Looking around him, he took in the flattened grass in front of the stone bench and the used condom wrapper beside it. He nudged the piece of foil under a rosebush with the tip of his toe. Everything else was exactly as it should be. Except for one thing. Serena was gone. Without a word. And she had taken his shirt with her.
Chapter Ten
Serena was nearly to the sidewalk when she paused to hastily pull on her skirt. She was in a mad hurry to escape Mark, and possible detection by Jacob, but running out into street in her damp panties probably wouldn't be a good idea. With her current luck, she'd run into an old lady and give her a damn heart attack.
Sorting through the pile of clothing she was able to grab before fleeing the maze, she found Mark's grey T-shirt and swore. Where was her bra? She looked up at Mark's truck and thought about leaving the shirt there for him, but instead she brought it up to her nose. Yes, it still smelled like him. She breathed his scent into her lungs and closed her eyes. Why did he have to smell so damn good? It wasn't cologne. Just soap, clean sweat, and just the hint of roses. Weird that he smelled like something so feminine, but she knew she would never be able to be around that particular type of flower again without thinking about tonight and becoming just a bit aroused. The way she had felt when he'd finally invaded her body and made her feel so incredibly alive for a change was undeniably ingrained on her memory.
It was over now. She had done what she'd set out to accomplish. She'd used and abused him. She'd satisfied her sexual curiosity and now she could finally get on with her life. And hopefully find someone kind, manageable and non-psychotic to spend the rest of her life with.
She would treat Mark just like another employee from this point on. Like Bill Thompson the plumber, or Sergio, their electrician. Mark was just the landscaper. She would be pleasant and professional, but that was it. No arguments or insults. Just indifference. That was just the way it had to be. Her eyes blurred a bit as she thought this, but she ignored the tears as she pulled on Mark's shirt and trotted towards her car down the street.
*****
"Damn it. Why were the lights out, man? I nearly dropped the beer." Jacob Kingston complained, looking confused, as he emerged into the clearing. He was carrying a case of Budweiser and two large pizza boxes.
Mark watched Jake approach, inwardly cursing him. He really didn't want to answer Jake's question. He wouldn't be thrilled to know that Mark had just violated his cousin on the ground like an animal just minutes earlier. Besides, Serena would castrate him if Jake found out she'd been there with him.
"Why the hell did you come through the maze in the dark when you could have gone through the back?" Mark called, trying to distract Jacob, he pointed to the gap in the bushes where he suspected Serena had made her escape.
"Oh Yeah." Jake grinned sheepishly. "Forgot. Besides, you know I love a challenge." He set the pizza down on the same stone bench Serena had been sprawled against as Mark had taken her from behind.
"Let's eat over here." Mark said, grabbing the pizza containers he walked over to the gazebo and placed the boxes on the top step. He'd disposed of the condom, but he thought he could detect the faint scent of Serena's perfume over there. Or maybe that was coming from him? He gave a tentative sniff and he could smell her again, that intoxicating and elusive fragrance that had tickled his nose as he'd leaned over her. Some of her perfume must have rubbed off on him. God, it brought it all back in an instant. Her smell and the sounds she'd made. The feel of her. He was getting hard again just thinking about it.
Turning back to grab a beer from Jake, he noticed that his friend was looking at him strangely. "What?" He barked.
"Nothing." Jake dropped the case of beer in the cooler beside the gazebo and held up his hands in fake supplication. "Just wondering exactly what I interrupted here. You are, after all, shirtless. And your pants aren't done up all the way." He rubbed his chin as if figuring out a very complicated mystery. "So, I figure maybe I walked into a little self-love session. Weird time and place for it. But what do I know? Maybe roses get you horny or something. That would explain why you became a landscaper, I guess. Besides, who am I to judge?"
"Jesus, Jake. I was not beating my meat out here. I was just working and got a little hot. So I took off my shirt. It's not a big deal." He grabbed his denim jacket from a nearby saw horse, and shrugged it on, at least partially covering his upper body.
"And your jeans?"
"I took a piss earlier and got distracted." Mark reached down and buttoned his jeans. "There. Now. Better? What the hell is this? The Inquisition?"
"And I suppose your bra was binding, so you took that off as well?"
Mark gritted his teeth. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
Jake grinned mischievously and pointed behind Mark.
Mark turned and saw Serena's white bra hanging off one of the rose bushes. He yanked it down and stuffed it in his pocket.
Jake laughed so hard at Mark's embarrassed expression that he had to sit down on the gazebo steps. "Oh man. Look at you, being all chivalrous. But seriously. Who was it? Liz? From down the street?" He cocked a thumb towards the cottages nearby. "Oh. I know. It was Cherry, wasn't it? You stud! She's so hot. I mean. She's a cougar for sure, but damned if I wouldn't mind having her claws in my back." He held out his hand with his knuckles up, waiting for a confirming fist-bump from Mark, but it didn't happen.
Mark felt his stomach drop at Jake's words. "C
herry? Cherry who?"
Jake gave him a knowing smile. "Cherry who? C'mon. How many chicks named Cherry do you know exactly?"
"Oh. You mean Cherry Hamilton? That lady who lived on Hudson? The one with the pool and the magnolias, right?"
"Christ. You are the worst liar. Yes, that Cherry. Except she's Cherry Pizor now. Divorced again. Fifth time, I think. And please don't try and act like you don't know exactly who I mean."
Mark gave him a blank stare.
"Mark, seriously. It's cool that you want to protect her and all, but everyone knows about you two. You don't have to hide it."
Mark went totally ice cold. They knew? Knew what? How could they know?
Gathering his composure, Mark asked softly, "What do you mean?"
Jake popped the top on a beer and took a deep swig. "You know. That you and Cherry had a thing before you went off to college."
Relief flooded through Mark. They only knew part of the story. Thank God. "I wouldn't exactly call it a thing. But no, she wasn't here tonight. I haven't seen or talked to her in at least ten years."
"Well, too bad. Cause she's just as hot as ever. And you'll get a chance to see her soon, so be prepared. Maybe she'll want to resume your non-relationship. Lucky bastard." He shook his head regretfully and opened the pizza box to examine the contents.
Mark frowned and placed his hands on his hips, watching Jake decide on the most attractive piece of pizza before making his selection. "Why would I be seeing her? Did she say something to you?" What if she did want to resume their former arrangement? She had always been kind to him, but she was older now. Maybe she was bitter and holding a grudge. She hadn't been exactly happy when he'd ended their relationship after that afternoon in the pool-house. Could she be capable of blackmail?
"Not a word to me, unfortunately," Jake said, morosely, taking a huge bite of pizza. "But Lacey's mother hired her as the Wedding Planner for the big event. Lord knows, she does have a LOT of experience with weddings. Her own, anyway. So you'll definitely see her then. You're still Best Man, right? Jack hasn't canned your ugly crippled ass yet, right?"
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