I tossed my head back and closed my eyes savoring the sensations rippling through my body as his mouth attempted to put his other enjoyable parts to shame. God, he was so damn good at this.
He lifted his head and slipped a finger inside me, sliding in and out slowly.
“I don’t know how I went months without this,” he said. “I get why he didn’t want to give you up. I can’t live without this. Without you. You’re incredible,” he finished before dropping his head back to my sex. He sucked, licked, and gently nipped me until I screamed out with my climax.
He waited until my body stopped convulsing to come back up to me. I didn’t hesitate to bring my mouth to his. The taste of myself was on his lips. I was so beyond foreplay. I needed him. Now.
“I want you,” I gasped as his hand returned between my legs and began rocking me towards a second orgasm. “Nuh uh,” I pushed his hands away and reached for his pants. They were already unbuttoned. I put my hand down them and found him already hard. He was just as ready as I was, if not more so. “No more games.”
“I like teasing you,” he chuckled, kissing my bare collarbone. “You’re like my own personal plaything. What exactly are you wanting me to do?”
I shoved him forward and sat up. I twisted and shifted our bodies until I was sitting on his lap.
“I thought you wanted to make a baby,” I whispered into his ear. He shivered and I felt his cock throb against me. I saw his Adam’s apple dip and he closed his eyes for a moment.
“You know I do. But it’s not about me. If you’re not one hundred percent okay with this, I need to put a condom on.”
I could tell that he hated to get serious but just the fact that he made that conscious effort to make sure I was okay with what we were doing made me confident in my decision. I nodded and he lifted me by my hips with ease so he could slip off his jeans and underwear. He let me back onto his lap the moment he was free of his clothing. We made complete eye contact as I lifted myself up and sunk down onto his hard, impressive length.
I could feel his breathing hitch as we felt each other, completely bare. Skin to skin. His eyes widened and we looked at each other, as if we were in shock of what we were doing. There was a long moment were neither of us moved, but then I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned forward to kiss him. He took that as permission and his hands went to my hips.
I arched my back and moved against him, slowly at first.
“Jesus, I don’t know if I can go long,” he gasped as I picked up speed. He moved with me, pulling himself in and out hard, hitting the button inside me that was begging to be pressed.
“Then don’t,” I groaned. I closed my eyes and rested my head against his neck as my second, more powerful orgasm began to build inside of me. I wasn’t sure I would make it much longer before I exploded either. I barely had the thought out before I erupted. I screamed out his name as fireworks rushed through my body, heating up my skin to an almost intolerable level.
“Oh God,” he moaned as my reaction caused his own orgasm to overtake his body. He stiffened underneath me and pumped his body into mine until both of us slumped down in exhaustion.
We sat there, bodies heaving against each other’s until they relaxed and our breathing returned to a slower, more rhythmic pace. A laugh suddenly came from under me and I raised my head, my blue eyes looking directly at my husband’s beautiful green ones.
“What?” I asked. He licked his lips as another chuckle escaped them.
“I honestly think that’s the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life.”
* * *
We continued rehearsing our original music and the cover of Tierney’s shitty revenge song for the next few rehearsals. Honestly, even if the song didn’t involve me, I would think it was garbage. She was never much of a songwriter, and I know she didn’t make this music.
While we played together, she helped with the sound, making sure we made music she liked, but beyond that she was just the mouthpiece of the band. The rest of us were the heart and brain, which is why I was confident that The Homewreckers could and would be successful. Our music skills were on an entirely different level.
Dallas began talking about recording the song and making a video to go along with it. We were actually all getting hyped for it, rather than bitter about having to respond at all. I was getting numb to the sound now. It was just another pop song to me.
The next day I was thrown off when the guys swung by for a surprise late lunch. They brought subs from my favorite sandwich place. I was in the middle of getting Cara ready for Elena to pick her up. She’d be here any minute and I was getting slightly overwhelmed by the guys’ loud talking, packing up her bag, and Cara screaming her head off because she didn’t like the carrot flavored baby food I had tried to give her.
Suddenly the door opened and Elena walked in. Everyone but Cara froze to stare at her. My eyes swung from our nanny to our friends. Their reactions made my body cool instantly. Fuck.
Dallas’ and Ronny’s eyes went large, their mouths hung open with excitement. Cash was definitely checking her out too, but he was spoken for and had some kind of decency. There was a pause as Elena blushed and waved at them nervously.
“Hi.”
The moment that single word came out of her mouth, both eager men leapt out of their chairs and rushed over to her.
“Hey!” Ronny greeted. He stumbled when he stopped short in front of her. He shoved his hands in his pockets awkwardly when Dallas extended his own hand to shake hers.
“So, you’re the new nanny they keep warning us about,” he grinned. I swear, for a flash of a second I saw fangs and a glimmer of something bad in his eyes. Elena took his hand cautiously.
“Warning?” She glanced over at me, and I rolled my eyes.
