by Marie Force
He and I are in the biggest fight ever right now. I need him to do what I tell him for the first time in his freaking life. He needs to stop going rogue and stick to the fucking program.
I’m all for sticking to the fucking program if only you would stop getting in my way. I’m here to fuck. That’s one of my primary purposes.
Is my dick actually talking to me now? Seriously, I’m losing my ever-loving mind. As I stand under the shower, I contemplate my options.
I could speed things up, do the deed with Lauren and prove to her once and for all that there’s abso-fucking-lutely nothing wrong with her.
I could continue with the original plan and draw out the suspense until I’m a hundred percent certain she’s ready for the main event.
I don’t have an option C.
As I contemplate my limited options, I stroke my wayward cock to yet another powerful orgasm that leaves me weak and gasping in the aftermath—two things that have only happened since I started fooling around with Lauren. Before her, an orgasm wasn’t the full-body event it is when she’s on my mind.
I turn my face up into the water and let it rain down upon me, wishing it could also bring some clarity to this increasingly out-of-control situation. But the water has no answers, and neither do I. I turn off the shower and open the glass door, shocked to once again find Lauren in the same spot she occupied last night.
Like then, her arms are folded under her breasts, and the sight of her splendid naked body has the rogue warrior below back on full alert. I can’t win with him lately.
“A girl could get a complex from a guy who’d rather rub one out in the shower than with her.”
Waking up naked and alone in Garrett’s bed, my old insecurities came rushing back to remind me that despite everything that happened last night, we still haven’t had sex. And then I found him once again on a solo mission in the shower, and my insecurities went bat-shit crazy. Why would he rather do that by himself than with me when I’m already naked in his bed?
And why does he look so guilty, as if he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t do rather than something that comes naturally to most guys? I don’t know what to do next, and I hate that. It reminds me far too much of being married to Wayne when I never knew what to expect.
While he stands there looking stunned and speechless, I push by him and get into the shower to clean up. Who needs this shit? I’ve got a business to run and a life to lead, and if he’d rather get busy by himself than with me, then I have the answers I came for last night.
I’m rinsing shampoo out of my hair when I feel his arms around me. At first I’m too surprised to react, and then I’m too overwhelmed. Between the lips that are feasting on my neck, the hands that are cupping my breasts and the hard cock nestled between my cheeks, he quickly takes control of my body and mind. What was I thinking about before he showed up to scramble my brain?
Oh yeah, that it’s time to cut my losses with him and move on. Except now his exceptional cock is pressing against me in an enticing rhythm while his fingers tweak my nipples, and it doesn’t seem that I’m capable of doing or thinking about anything other than him.
“I wasn’t in here by myself because I don’t want you,” he says gruffly, his breath warm against my neck. I had no idea my neck was so sensitive. “I was in here by myself because I didn’t want to wake you up any earlier than necessary.”
“Garrett…” He’s driving me crazy. I want to bend over right there and let him shove that big, magnificent cock into me. I want to forget about the flower delivery and the long day ahead of me at work so I can have him every way we can think of all day long. I have never, in my five years of business ownership, thought about blowing off work for a man.
“What, darlin’?”
“You should’ve woken me up.”
He groans loudly and continues to grind against me.
The ache between my legs is so sharp as to be painful. I try to turn to face him, but his muscular arms have me locked into place. “Easy, baby. Just like this.”
I whimper from the need that has taken me over. Who knew Garrett and I would be like gas and fire when we got naked together?
You knew, my subconscious replies. You’ve always known that, which is why the first time was such a huge disappointment. It wasn’t supposed to have been like that with him. It was supposed to have been like this.
As if he can tell how needy he’s made me, his hand slides down my belly to slip between my legs. I’m so primed, it takes only a few strokes of his fingers in just the right place to make me come so hard, I see stars. My legs give out from under me, and only his arm tight around my body keeps me from falling.
“Are you starting to get the picture?” he asks in that sexy tone that tells me how turned on he is, too. “It’s not you, Lauren. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you.”
I can barely breathe, let alone speak.
“I’m so hard for you, I feel like I’m going to burst from wanting you.”
Fuck work. Fuck the thousand dollars’ worth of flowers that’ll die in thirty minutes in the dry Texas heat. Fuck anything that isn’t him inside me right now.
My fingers dig into the dense muscles on his forearm. “Please, Garrett.” I add a softer but no less urgent please.
He picks me up so fast that I lose track of what’s happening for a second before he carries me through the shower door and into his bedroom. “Tell me you’re safe,” he says as he puts me down on his bed and hovers over me, looking at me in a way that would set me on fire if I wasn’t already about to lose it.
“I-I am.” Is this really going to happen? Right here and now? “I’ve been on the pill for years.”
“I am, too. I had a physical a month ago. I’d never touch you if I wasn’t one thousand percent certain of that.”
“I-I know.” He’s turned me into a stammering fool with his intensity.
Then he takes hold of his hard cock and notches it between my legs, nudging my clit, which is still tingling and throbbing from the orgasm in the shower. “This wasn’t supposed to happen yet. I had a plan.”
“Garrett!”
“What?”
“Fuck your plan!”
He releases a gasp of surprised laughter and nearly loses his composure.
I raise my hips to encourage him, and just like that, his laser focus is back.
After he teases me to the point of madness, he presses into me, and I’m immediately reminded of the last time we did this and how tight the fit had been then. It’s no less so this time. The stretch of my flesh is borderline uncomfortable, which he seems to realize, retreating before he tries again. He does this over and over again, until he’s fully seated inside me.
I hold on for dear life to him as he invades my body, both of us sweating from the effort it takes for him to fully enter me.
“Ah, fuck, Lauren,” he says, sounding all growly and sexy. “You feel so fucking good. So hot and so tight and so wet.” He reaches under me to grasp my ass cheeks and begins to move.
Since I’ve lost control of my faculties, I can do nothing but lie there and take the deep strokes that fill me to overflowing before he retreats and does it again. He’s standing on the floor and has me positioned at the edge of the bed, right where he wants me so he can play my body like the god he is. The nickname, I’m discovering one deep stroke at a time, is very well deserved.
He has the lower half of my body raised off the bed, angled for the deepest possible penetration. Then he rubs against a spot inside me, a place no one has ever touched before, and I explode, screaming from the sheer force of the sensations that start in my core and roll out to every inch of the rest of me.
After that, he goes a little nuts, hammering into me with the kind of abandon I wouldn’t have suspected him capable of before now. He completely lets go of the closely held control that’s so much a part of who he is. I feel privileged to watch that happen, to see him unravel before me. He lays himself bare as he throws back his head and come
s hard. It’s so much more powerful and intense than it was when he was alone in the shower, and I feel a sense of victory at having given him that.
Oh, and the insecurities I’ve grappled with since the first time we tried this? They’re history.
I come down on top of her, wondering if the top of my head actually blew off or if it just feels like it did. Holy motherfucking shit. That was most certainly not part of the plan for this morning. I have never, ever, ever experienced anything even close to what it was like to fuck Lauren. Not even close.
My lungs ache and dots dance before my eyes, as if I’ve held my breath for too long. And as she snuggles me into her warm embrace, I realize I’ve made a mistake of epic proportions. Sex like that… It changes everything. There’s no going back to just being “pals” after something like what just happened here. Fucking hell. My plan has been smashed to smithereens in fifteen unforgettable minutes.
While I lie on top of her, trying to catch my breath and make my head stop spinning, I suddenly recall an anti-drug assembly that took place during our senior year of high school. They brought in a prominent sports figure who blew his career by getting hooked on drugs. It only takes one time, he told us, to change your life forever.
Are you seeing the parallels here? As mentioned above, I like sex. I like it a lot. Up until about six months ago, I had as much of it as possible whenever I could. Now I know there’s sex and then there’s sex with Lauren, which are two entirely different things.
I feel her fingers comb through my hair, restoring order and making me feel loved and comforted. I’m so tempted to wallow in that feeling as well as the aftershocks that have her pussy continuing to grip my cock, which is still half hard. That alone defies belief. How can I still be hard after that?
“Are you okay?” she asks after a long silence.
Nodding, I say, “You?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
I tell myself I’ve done my job here. I’ve restored her confidence and proved—rather definitively, if I do say so myself—that any previous issues in the bedroom were not her fault. I should get up, help her up, take another shower and get her to the shop to accept the flower delivery.
That’s what I should do.
But my cock has other ideas. He’s had one taste of Lauren’s perfection, and like the junkie he is, he wants more—and he wants it right now. My semi becomes a full-blown erection in about ten seconds flat. Before my little brain takes over the show once again, I have the presence of mind to wonder if it’s good for my vessels to process that much blood in the scope of seconds.
I’ll worry about my vascular system later. Right now, I have far more important things to do, such as Lauren—again. I can tell I surprise her when I roll us on the big bed so I’m lying flat on the mattress looking up at her in all her befuddled glory as she sits astride me, impaled by my cock.
Her face is adorably flushed, her lips swollen and her tits exceptional. She lays her hands on my chest, almost as if she’s seeking something to hold on to.
“Ride me, sweetheart.” I raise my hands to her hips to guide her as she follows my direction and tries to find her rhythm. At first, she’s awkward and a little hesitant, but with my enthusiastic encouragement—also known as thrusting—she gets her groove and takes us both on a wild ride. Two orgasms should have taken the edge off for me, but the tight squeeze of her pussy has me climbing long before I’m ready for this to end.
Sitting up, I wrap my arms tight around her and kiss her, sucking her tongue into my mouth. I can tell she likes that, because her internal muscles clamp down tight on my cock. Being inside her is like fucking heaven. Keeping one arm around her back, I break the kiss and cup her left breast so I can suck on the tight tip.
She screams, her head falling back, and her pussy seizing around my cock. It’s unbelievable to realize the last time wasn’t a one-off. For six long months, we could’ve been doing this? Not to mention the previous six years since I moved home to Marfa. Son of a bitch. Again, I’m left wondering how our first time could’ve gone so very wrong if we were capable of this. I’ll never understand that, but this… This I understand. This I know how to do. I cup her ass in my hands and use my well-developed biceps to raise her up and down on my cock. Watching her tits bounce as she lands and hearing the sharp gasp that comes from her mouth every single time my thick base stretches her wide is like having every wet dream I’ve ever had come true in one absolutely fucking perfect moment.
And then she comes—hard—so hard she makes me see stars and shatters my control. I’m right there with her, making noises I’ve never made in my life as I unload in her again. Before I finish reeling from yet another cataclysmic finale, I start thinking about all the ways I want to have her. The first image that comes to mind is Lauren on her knees, legs spread, ass in the air, ripe for me to play with while I fuck her from behind. I wonder if she’d ever let me fuck her ass. The idea of it has me hard as a rock once again. The rogue warrior is showing me who’s boss today, and I find myself in no mood to argue with him—not when it feels so damned good to let him have his way.
I have a huge workday ahead of me, meetings on top of meetings, end-of-month reports due, payroll for no fewer than ten companies to oversee, and all I can think about is how soon I can make my fantasy a reality.
“Lauren.”
She raises her head off my shoulder where it landed after she came and looks me in the eye.
“I think we should call in sick.”
In six years of running my father’s business, I’ve never once called in sick, even when I had the flu or after I badly sprained my ankle playing a game of pickup basketball with Blake, Matt and some of our other friends. I’ve also never taken a real vacation. I can’t be away from the business that long, so what’s the point of trying to get away?
So, to say it’s out of character for me to call my assistant, Tanya, and tell her I won’t be in today is putting it mildly. I render poor Tanya speechless.
“You’re doing what?” she asks in the Texas twang that adds extra syllables to every word. Across the room, Lauren is on the phone with the high school student she employs part time, asking her to run by the shop to bring in the flowers and put them in the fridge before she goes to school.
“Oh, and put a note in the window that we’ll be closed today,” Lauren adds.
I tune in to her explaining that she’s too sick to come to work and nearly forget that Tanya asked me something.
“Garrett! What’s wrong with you?”
I try to think of something, but my mind has been wiped clean of any thoughts that don’t involve being inside Lauren’s delectable body. “I…”
“Do you need me to come over there?”
“No! Definitely not. Stomach flu. It’s bad.”
“Ohhh, okay. Poor baby. That’s the worst. I’ll reschedule your day. Will you be able to check your email later to approve the payroll?”
With her call taken care of and after a trip to the bathroom to clean up, Lauren crawls across the bed and wraps herself around me, her breasts flat against my back.
“Garrett?”
“What’s that?”
“Payroll.”
“Oh, right, yes. I’ll look at it this afternoon.”
Lauren, that sexy witch, reaches around me and begins stroking the rogue warrior, who’s back on full alert, prepared to do battle again at a moment’s notice. He’s indefatigable. I’ll give him that. Then she bites my earlobe, and I jolt.
“Do you need anything?” Tanya asks. “Soup or ginger ale or crackers?”
“No, thanks,” I say, clearing the gruffness from my throat. “I’m good.” So, so, so good.
“Check in with me later. I’ve never had to get through a day without you here. I’m not sure I can handle it.”
“Do what you can and put the rest on hold until tomorrow.” My staff won’t run my business into the ground if I take one day off, will they? I experience a twinge of anxiety that’s quickly trumped
by lust as Lauren enthusiastically pumps my cock with her soft little hand. “I’ve got to go.”
“Feel better.”
I feel so good, better than I have in ages, as long as I don’t think about what this means or how it impacts the plans I’ve made for myself. “Thanks.” I toss my phone aside and grab hold of Lauren’s hand to stop her from finishing me off before I can live out that fantasy I had earlier.
“On your hands and knees,” I tell her. “Now.” As I’m looking at her over my shoulder, I can see her eyes widen with shock and then desire so blatant it makes me groan in anticipation.
She does as directed, but I notice her legs are trembling, so I stuff a pillow under her hips to provide support for what’s about to happen here.
“Are you comfortable?”
“Uh-huh.” Fisting the sheet, she holds on tight.
I start at her calves, running my hands up the backs of her legs, taking my time to draw out the anticipation for both of us. Her legs are finely muscled and her ass a work of art, both a testament to the time she spends at the gym. As someone who works out as much as I do, I appreciate others who put in the time to keep fit, not to mention I appreciate benefitting from the perfection that is Lauren’s sweet body.
I’m practically drooling from the sight of her spread open for me to do whatever I want to her. But then I remember Wayne and what he put her through. She’s never confirmed that his attack involved sexual assault, and I’ve never asked. But I suspect it did.
“Lo…”
“Hmm?”
“You’d tell me if something I did scared you or brought back bad memories, wouldn’t you?”
She shoots me a look over her shoulder. “Yeah.”
“Are we okay here?”
Nodding, she gifts me with a smile that sparks a curious tingling sensation in my chest, not unlike gas or heartburn or something in that family. I have no idea what to call this sensation, but it also comes with a feeling of contentment that has eluded me for most of my adult life.
But with the all-you-can-eat Lauren buffet spread out before me, I can’t take the time to contemplate contentment—or gas. I’ve got better things to do. Raising my hands to her supple ass, I spread her cheeks wide open, drawing a sharp gasp from her. For a minute, I simply revel in the sight of her pretty pink flesh, moist with desire for me. The most incredible proprietary feeling overtakes me. She is mine. I would kill anyone who hurt her and not give a thought to the consequences.