I grabbed her by her neck, grounded her by her hips, and fucked her from my place in the chair.
“Damn, Tim!” she groaned as she massaged her breasts through the material of her dress and started rolling her hips against my thrusts.
“Don’t stop, I’m almost there,” she pleaded. I kept that rhythm, making sure I hit that same spot again.
She held on to my neck as her body shook, and she yelled out. I could feel her wetting my dick, and it almost triggered my own release. I tried to hold out until she could come down from the feeling. She whimpered but continued to bounce. Her pussy contracting shattered any hope that I had of holding out any longer.
“Get up, Cedes,” I grunted.
She got up from her position not a second before I came. She fell back into the chair winded. Then she reached into the back seat and got some wipes to clean me up.
I took a minute or so to compose myself before I drove off and got back on the highway.
By the time I made it to the road again, she was looking at me with a smug look on her face. I turned toward her.
“What’s up, Mercedes?” I questioned her as I took my eyes off the road for a second to give her my attention.
“I can tell you’re in your head about your wife. You were worried about me, but now I’m worried about you. You’re not talking back to me; you don’t want to kiss me. Don’t bring me here to give me no subpar dick, Tim.” She scoffed, making me chuckle.
Most niggas would take offense to that, but I didn’t. Because she was right. I was thinking about Breeze the whole time. As soon as I nutted, I felt guilty as hell.
“Chill,” I laughed.
I continued to drive and changed the subject. We talked about how life had been since the last time that we had spoken. She was good company for the road; she could hold a decent conversation. We talked a lot about what she does at the bank and how things were going for me at the dealership.
After a while, I pulled up to the place that we would stay at for the night. She looked around at the scenery.
“Ohhh, I love this,” she said as her eyes grazed the sky that was just darkening. I didn’t acknowledge it. Just nodded as we continued to walk down the boardwalk to find the room that we would be in.
I scanned my phone on the pad and then opened the door. Mercedes walked in slowly behind me and put her bag on the bed. After the walk-through, she returned to the master bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed.
“You loosened up yet?” she questioned as she took off her shoes and sat with her legs crossed.
“I’m good, Cedes,” I assured her. Halfway through the ride, I had given myself a mental check. Trying to focus and be in the moment.
“I hate to be that person, but are you sure your wife knows about this? You are literally sweating. Youlooklike you’re cheating.” She laughed, but I knew she wanted an answer.
I walked over to the bar, poured some of the whiskey into a glass, and took a shot. I had to loosen the fuck up.
“She knows, Cedes,” I assured her once more, grunting once the burning sensation in my chest finally calmed down.
“Hmmm, okay,” She shrugged as she began going through her bag to get some personal care items and then walked toward the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and decided to go to the other side of the house to take one myself. Admittedly, shit wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. I was in a room with a woman who was just as bad in her own way, but my thoughts were consumed with what Breeze was doing.
The therapist had asked me if I would be okay with knowing that she was giving her body to someone else. Now, I wasn’t so sure I was. My chest was tightening.
I went back to the bar and poured what I thought could have been a double shot. I threw it back, grabbed a robe, walked to the other side of the house, and took a shower.
I stayed there longer than I intended. But by the time that I turned the water off, I felt like I could finally relax. The whiskey had kicked in, and I wasn’t in my head anymore about Cedes or what my wife was doing.
I rounded the corner to the master bedroom, where I found Mercedes. She was sitting on the couch in the room, changed into another dress, her legs shaking as she scrolled on her phone. She looked up at me and rolled her eyes when I walked into the room.
“Tim, take me back home. I don’t want any parts of whatever you’re doing or what’s on your conscience. You brought me here just to act weird,” she snapped as she put the phone beside her and glared at me.
I sat down next to her, grabbed her hand, and brought her into my lap. She straddled me, but her arms were folded across her chest. I leaned forward and kissed her. It was soft at first, but then I deepened it as my hand found its way underneath her dress and I palmed her ass.
She moaned into my mouth, but her hands never left their position. I trailed the kiss from her lips to her cheek and down to her neck. I sucked and bit it.
Her body finally gave in as she cupped the back of my head and moaned.
