I’m only trying this once.
Chapter 11
Emiliano
I watch as Caris jumps up and walks away. I could have been nicer and simply said I didn’t want to talk about it, but I can’t get her half-naked body out of my mind. Sexual frustration has me meaner than I need to be to her. I hate how this morning was close to a fantasy, and now I’m thrown back in work mode. I know enough about the female body to know she isn’t immune to my touch. I know I can turn her on if nothing else, but when in the fuck would I be willing to try? If she turns me down, I’d be far pricklier than I already am.
I sigh hard and lean back in the chair, letting my arms dangle behind me to relieve some of the tension in my shoulders. I need to find a better approach. I’m deep in thought and miss Caris is wrapping something cold around my wrist. I try to move, but the other one gets a cold grip as well. What the hell? I try to struggle, but I can’t get up. She handcuffed me to the chair. I don’t know if I should be scared or aroused.
“What in the hell are you doing?”
Caris reappears in my line of vision and glares at me. “Taking your advice, you asshole.”
“I’ve never advised you to handcuff me to a fucking chair.”
“No-” she shrugs, “but you did tell me to go fuck myself,” she reminds me and moves between my legs. “I think I’ll do just that, with your assistance.”
My blood thickens, my heart races, and my pulse pounds in my veins. My body loves her idea, but I refuse to admit it. “I didn’t volunteer or consent,” I say slowly. “Wouldn’t that be rape?”
I grunt when her hand lands on my stiffening cock. “I can’t rape the willing.” Caris rubs it to prove her point. The bastard twitches against her hand.
I don’t respond because I don’t want to discourage her completely. I do want it. Now that I can recognize the feeling, I’ve been wanting it since I’ve met her.
“Not what I meant when I told you to go fuck yourself.”
“I should masturbate in front of you, then?”
I narrow my eyes at her while trying not to swallow my tongue. The image she plants in my head has me fully hard. It’s impossible to hide with my hands being detained.
“Not what I meant, either.”
Caris shrugs as she unbuttons her top. “Then, you don’t want to product test the last piece of lingerie?”
“We did all six,” I argue half-heartedly.
“There were seven pieces. I didn’t think you could handle the last one.”
“Bullshit,” I challenge her.
Her shirt and skirt fall and take my jaw with them. An open cup bra and crotchless panty set. The nipples I’ve only seem glimpses of all morning stare back at me in all their chocolate glory. My palms ache to get them, but they’re imprisoned. This somehow makes me harder. As I speak, I stare down at the only part of her that has eluded me all morning.
“I can’t take it off if my hands are tied.”
Caris’ fingers work to undo my pants and belt. Is this really happening? If this is a joke, it will start a world war. I cannot be played with on this level.
“You don’t need to remove them.”
My underwear stops at my ass because I must lift my hips to assist her. I need to be sure this is legit.
“You plan to jump me just like that?” Caris grabs my wallet that is sitting on the table. She opens it and look inside. “What are you doing?”
I pray that wasn’t her plan. There isn’t much she can learn about me from my wallet.
“Emiliano Tomás Morín. That’s why you go by Thomas.”
I like hearing her say my name, but I want to hear her moan it. She finds the condom and pulls it out. Damn, she’s serious.
“Mega Big Boy,” she reads. “Is that so?”
I grunt. Caris tugs at my band again, and I remain still. I can’t deal with this being a set up for her to get the upper hand. I swallow my suspicions and try to think as clearly as I can in this situation. What would she have to gain? Isn’t she already far more exposed than I would be if she got my dick out?
“Fine,” she huffs and straddles my lap. “I guess I’ll fuck myself.”
Caris leans back, giving me a world-class view of the wonderland between her legs. Her fingers toy with her sex; then she spreads her lips apart to show me how wet she is inside. We both moan when she slides one then another finger inside. She starts to rock her hips as she plunges her fingers in and out. Fuck! My erection aches. My heart jackhammers in my chest. I’m going to pass out from deprivation if I don’t give in and accept this reality.
“Okay,” I concede. “I consent.”
“I might not need you anymore,” she moans as she starts to toy with her clit.
“Caris,” I growl.
She views me through lust-heavy lids, then nods. This time, I raise my hips when she tugs at my underwear. My swollen dick springs free. She eyes it longingly. I hum low in my throat when she fists it. My dick jumps in her hand, eager to go to the place her fingers just vacated.
Caris must feel the same urgency; she hastily opens the condom and sheaths my erection. She poises herself over me, and part of me wants to weep with joy. I’ve never expected to get to this point with her. I surely didn’t expect for her to initiate it. This entire day has been a weird departure from reality. I’m okay with the detour. For now. As much as I want to believe this will help me get over her, I fear it will have the opposite effect.
Caris descends on me, wiggling her snug body while bouncing up and down until she’s loose enough to fit all of me. I’m already panting from the journey. Fuck. This feels good.
“Are you sure you didn’t just use me to lose your virginity,” I tease between breaths.
Caris hooks the fingers that were just in her pussy in my mouth; I taste her sweet, salty flavor, and I want more.
“Shut your stupid little mouth, Emma,” she whispers in my ear as she grinds on me. Heat engulfs my body. I can’t believe Caris is riding me. If I weren’t handcuffed, I’d grab her and slam into her until she begs me to stop.
I have a threat on my lips, but she finds her rhythm and begins to ride me harder for her pleasure. She braces her hands on my shoulders. I’m mesmerized. I watch her tits bounce just out of reach. My mouth waters. I hunger for those nipples.
Caris begins to play with her nipples as she rides me. Her eyes are closed, her teeth are holding her bottom lip hostage, and her head is kicked back in ecstasy. Good. This is not the last time she’ll ride my dick. I will pay her back for handcuffing me. I feel all the sparks I tried to ignore from high school. Never have I participated so little and felt so much. I knew it would be good between us.
I get the best view of my dick disappearing into her pussy when she leans back and braces herself on my knees.
“Are you enjoying watching me fuck myself?” She plays so dirty.
I feel her tightening on me. She’s close. I pull against my restraints again and stifle my frustration. I need to participate. I buck my hips a few times meeting her thrusts and pull the orgasm out of her. It’s something I can watch on repeat for hours.
Caris comes down from her orgasm, and I buck my hips again. “I was right,” I announce. “You have been fucking losers. I’m good for at least one more. How about you untie me and let me take over.”
She squints at me. “Get over yourself.”
“So, you don’t like the way my dick feels inside of you?”
“I should have gagged you, as well.”
My laugh is cut short when she dismounts. I don’t want this to end just yet. I withhold my protest. I don’t want to look too eager.
Caris turns her ass towards me and bends like she’s about to give me a lap dance. She positions herself over my dick and sheathes me again. I sigh with pleasure and relief. I watch her ass as she grips my knees and bounces on me. I like it so much I can’t stand her. I stop trying to hide my pleasure. I moan encouragingly. I love how she grips me; I know it will be epic when I
cum. She has been my recurring wet dream for over twelve years.
She’s getting there again, I can tell by her whimpers. My hands ache with the longing to participate. I want to touch, taste, and kiss her all over. First, I have to see if this moment changes anything. My heart soars when she moans my name.
Caris falls back. Her back melds to my chest. Her lips are in tasting distance when her head hit my shoulder. She tilts her head back and hooks her left arm behind my head. I groan with each thrust because I’m getting near the end. She spreads her legs open further. I watch with apt attention as she chases her orgasm. I will never forget this. Time to talk her through it.
“You’re close. You’re so fucking wet and tight.” I nip her earlobe. “If my hands were free, I’d rub those hard nipples and give you more pleasure. Then, I’d move down to your clit.” She picks up the pace. “Do it. Rub your clit, sweetheart. Give your pussy all the pleasure it can handle.” Her hand snakes down between her legs. “Light pressure. Yes, like that.” Her movements are becoming jerky as she gets to the edge. “Now, add a little more pressure and rub counter-clockwise. Good, now use two fingers and…mmm.”
Caris’ orgasm grips me like no pussy ever before her. She moans in gasping breaths as she rides out a powerful climax. I thrust up as much as I can when my own end shakes my body beneath her. I squeeze my eyes shut and ignore the white spots in my vision. I didn’t know cumming could be so draining. I need to do this again. I have questions and need answers.
I wonder if she’ll…
Caris jumps up, grabs her clothes, and disappears out of sight. Moments later, I feel her unlock one of my wrists. She’s fully dressed when she places the key and a box of tissues next to me.
“Lock up when you’re done,” she says without meeting my eyes. “Have a good weekend.”
Then, she’s gone.
Chapter 12
Caris
What the hell? What the hell? What the hell did I just do? I ask myself the same question the entire way home. Emiliano probably thinks I’m a desperate spinster who needs to jump a guy who hates me bones just to get some action. I should have stopped when he refused the first time. That way, I wouldn’t be privy to the eighth world wonder hanging out in his slacks. My body throbs at the memory. How am I supposed to get the best sex I’ve ever had out of my system? I’d hoped he would be terrible, have a small cock, or be a minute man. No luck. He’d gotten me off twice without doing a damn thing. I shudder at the thought of having him full throttle.
I frown at Cher’s car waiting in my driveway. I’m freaking out, but I have to share it with her. She’d left us there hoping this would happen. Well, it did, and it was a terrible idea: damn Emiliano and his magical cock. I push open my front door, and Cher immediately surfaces. I hold up a finger and march to my room. I lock myself in the bathroom and attempt to wash away the memory along with his intoxicating scent. How did Amy break up with that?
I give myself a pep talk as I get dressed. Confessing to Cher will be good for my soul. Someone should know the details of the incredible, confusing sex I’d just had and want to do again. That’s what’s bothering me. I want to do it again, and again, and again.
I find Cher snuggled up in my bed with two glasses of wine. I take one, down it, slide under the covers on my side of the bed, and scream into my pillow.
“That bad?” Cher checks between sips.
I peek out from under the covers. “No,” I answer weakly.
Cher perks up. “That good?” she squeals and has a solo celebration while I pout. “You have to tell me everything.”
“Well, he’s huge for one.”
“I just can’t believe y’all stopped arguing long enough to make it happen.” Cher giggles to herself and takes another sip. “Sorry, I’m back on task. Huge, huh? I already heard as much.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, from Amy.” I shake away the jealousy from such an old relationship while Cher continues. “It’s nice to know she wasn’t just making it up to be on his side.”
“It’s confirmed. Not made up at all. His condoms say Mega Big Boy. I’m not making that up either.”
“Wow. Does he know what to do with it?”
“How about I had two orgasms with him not doing anything.”
Cher looked horrified. “Explain.”
I gave her all the dirty details while she laughed at the absurdity of it. “You two can’t even bang like normal people.”
“How am I supposed to return to work on Monday like nothing happened?”
“You want to do it again, don’t you?”
I nod sadly. “Our plan didn’t work at all. I mean the sex was crazy good, and he didn’t do anything, can you imagine if he wasn’t tied up?”
“Sounds like I’d still be here waiting for you.” The ache between my legs returns at the thought. “Just level with him or come up with some kind of casual sex agreement.”
“That man is intense. He doesn’t have a casual bone in his body.”
“I wonder what he thinks about all of this.”
“Oh, honey. No need to wonder. That’s why I screamed.”
“What do you mean?”
I slide my phone over and Cher squeals again.
Satan: This isn’t over. If you thought you could handcuff me, fuck me, and leave without any consequences, you are sorely mistaken. I will get you back. When I do, I’ll show you everything every man before me did wrong.
“Ohhhhh, wow. You better stretch or something, girl, because this war just got sexual,” Cher muses and leans against the headboard. “Man! Twelve years later and you two finally screw.”
“I can hardly believe it, and I was there.”
“Both times.” Cher laughs.
“Shut up. I’ll just pretend it didn’t happen.”
Cher waves my phone at me. “Not likely. Unless you can pretend it’s not happening while he’s hitting it.”
I groan and pull the cover over my head again.
Emiliano
“I think the new logo should be silver.” I watch Caris hyper-focus on her computer and everything else in the room that’s not me. She’s been like this since the beginning of the week. One of the pros of her current boss level avoidance is we’ve been beyond productive due to lack of arguments. I do my job, she says nothing, and we all win.
“Why?” I challenge. It’s her choice, but I am forcing dialogue. I was serious when I sent her that text, and I will act on it sooner than she thinks. I have given her a four-day reprieve. Time’s up.
She squints at her screen like she’s looking at something terribly important. “Um…it goes with everything.”
“So does black, and with the whole French boutique theme you have, black would make more sense.”
Caris types something that doesn’t sound like her normal cadence. I’m willing to wager that she didn’t type any actual words on her keyboard.
“Okay,” she agrees without a fight. It’s satisfying and frustrating.
“Or maybe neon orange. Sometimes clashing is a good thing.”
Her eyes pop up to me. Her signature frown is now affixed to her face. I slightly narrow my eyes as a silent challenge to argue with me. Caris’ eyes waver back to her laptop.
“No, black is fine.”
Now, I feel like a warmonger raring for a fight. I will not be ignored after being ridden like the best ride at an amusement park. If it were any other woman, I wouldn’t care about the indifference. Caris is pissing me off. I slide my eyes to Cher; she’s studying me. Her expression is a mix of amusement and consideration. Caris obviously told her what happened Friday. My warmonger feeling slips into that of a teenage girl. I want to know what she said.
“A lot of companies have their one flagship logo, and then they colorize them for different reasons or events,” Connor adds.
He’s confused by my neon orange comment and the uneasy truce between us. I haven’t told him or Amy anything. I’m still processing. Caris beat me to the ha
te sex plan. Does that mean I’m equally under her skin?
“For example,” he continues. “If you wanted to put a pendant on your lingerie or do a promo where the first 100 people get a keychain or something like that, you could make those silver.”
Caris smiles at him, giving him her full attention. “That is a wonderful idea, Connor. Let’s look into pendants. We can put the logo on a heart or little cupids.”
I sigh and check my watch for the time. My sigh would usually have Caris asking if her business was somehow boring, but I got crickets as expected. Six o’clock is plenty late to wrap things up and get Caris alone.
Caris is still unnecessarily engrossed in her laptop, and Connor is looking into his idea. He has the type of focus Caris is pretending to possess. I meet Cher’s eyes once more; like me, she’s the only one living in this moment. She points at her phone. I look down at mine.
Cher: How long are we going to sit here and pretend to work?
Emiliano: We’re done. Take Connor with you.
She gives me a challenging look.
Emiliano: Sorry. Take Connor with you, please.
She smiles and nods.
Cher: You’re not going to hurt my friend, are you?
Emiliano: Only in the best way possible.
Cher giggles and gets a side-eye from Caris. I pretend to be busy.
Cher: Emiliano!
Emiliano: You asked. I answered. I’m going to address the avoidance. She can’t pretend she didn’t do what she did.
Cher: I have another question. Why are y’all always fighting?
That’s been my question for over a decade. What happened? One minute, I’m waiting for her to read my note professing my undying love for her. Then, I’m eating rose petals the next. I was certain it was love at first sight. I’d thought she’d felt the same, but I was incredibly wrong.
I don’t have a good response. I look at her and shrug.
Cher: You have no idea whatsoever?
Emiliano: None. I just know things went south on Valentine’s Day senior year. We’ve been arguing ever since.
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