19
MY GAZE DARTS AROUND THE ROOM. The kids are still playing Jenga, Marilyn is chatting with Momma, and Brian is talking with Tim, something about an old vintage Mustang he saw for sale. No one has a clue. No one knows that I’ve just been propositioned. No one cares. No one will know. What’s the big deal?
Just one more time…
Life’s too short not to enjoy one of the most basic pleasures of being a mortal.
I stand up casually and walk over to my bedroom. I dig into my dresser and find the polka-dot skirt. As I slip out of my jeans, I wonder if anyone will notice that I’ve changed. If they ask, I’ll simply say that the jeans were too tight, big lasagna dinner and all that.
I dab on some more lipstick and tousle my hair. My heart is beating a mile a minute and my sex is practically screaming,Hurry up already!
I slip on my jacket and run to the backyard. No one can see me from the living room, but if someone were to venture to the kitchen and look out the window, they’d probably wonder what I’m up to.
I round the corner around the large oak and the shed. There he is, leaning back casually on the swing chair, as if there was never a single doubt in his mind that I would come. The man obviously knows he has me wrapped around his long, skilled finger.
“Hi,” I say quietly.
“Hi,” he says. He doesn’t budge. He’s making me come to him. I inch closer, desperately wanting to touch him.
“Come here,” he says, and extends his long arm to me. I grab his hand and let him pull me on top of him. I straddle him, already feeling his hardness on my sex. I clutch a handful of his hair and moan softly as I rub myself against him.
He groans and grabs my head hard. He pulls my mouth down to his and kisses me deeply. His kiss is amazing, everything I should want; hot, intense, and wild. Yet I don’t want his kiss. I don’t want to fall deeper. This is just sex, and that’s all it will ever be.
I tear myself away. I don’t want to but I need to. His face falls. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that I’ve hurt him. But this is Blake Taylor. This is sex. He knows it, and I know it.
“No kissing,” I remind him. “Just make me come.”
His hand slides the length of my thighs to my ass where he discovers that I’m not wearing panties. “You just want another fuck?” He traces slow soft circles on my bum. He’s teasing again, but this time it’s not playful, it’s angry. He’s being a bully.
I nod slowly, slightly embarrassed. Yes, I’m using him. And he’s using me. We’ll both get off and get this out of our system. I don’t see what the problem is.
“What if I don’t want to fuck you?” he says. “What if I throw you off me right now, and walk away?”
“You wouldn’t.” I smile, reach for his crotch and fiddle with his fly. “You want to… the evidence is right here.” Thankfully, what we’re up to is hidden under my billowing skirt.
When I take him in my hand, he throws his head back and groans.
“You have a condom?” I ask, knowing that he most likely does. He reaches into his pocket and hands it to me. I’m in charge here – he’s completely surrendered to me.
I fiddle with the packet, and finally wrap it over him, burning with anticipation. I can’t wait to feel him inside me again, and I love sex this way.
Our gazes dance as we try not to look at each other. His mouth begs me to kiss him, but lovemaking is not what I want. I don’t want to get in deeper than I already am. I’m new to this whole casual sex thing, and I want to get it right. I close my eyes as I slowly guide him inside me. I press my mouth against his neck and taste his skin as I push down hard on him, slowly and deeply. His hands press softly on my hips as he struggles to behave. Every thrust is soft and deep, and he hits my g-spot every time. My eyes practically roll back in my head from the pleasure.
“I want to hear you,” he whispers in my ear. A pleading moan escapes me as I reach for that peak. The climb to my climax takes no time, and I’m quiet as I can be when I get there, my moans muffled into Blake’s soft sweater. A second later, he grabs the flesh of my ass hard, and presses himself deeper inside me. He’s hurting me again, but it feels so damn good.
He’s winded, and I love the ragged sound of his breathing. I lay my head against his chest and listen as his heartrate slows. It’s comfortable there, but as soon as he settles, he pushes me off him. I’m hurt, but what did I expect? He’s treating me exactly like I’ve treated him.
I turn around, not wanting to look at him. “We should get back. Everyone will wonder where we are.”
He laughs. “You’ve been gone about five minutes. I’m sure they’re not calling the missing persons’ unit yet.”
I smile. “Yeah, that was even faster than last time.”
We head back to the house, walking side by side. “You’re pretty quick to please,” he says, “but that’s not surprising at all because I’m justthatgood.”
I smirk. “Get over yourself, Taylor.”
When we get back,everything is as it was. No one seems to have noticed our absence. I let out a breath of relief. Although when I walk in the kitchen, Marilyn is busy cleaning up and I wonder if she saw us walking back from the backyard.
