Dirk stepped towards me, placed a hand on my upper arm, and lifted my chin with his other hand.
“Are you okay?”
I nodded. “I think so.”
“Who was that?”
“Ass-Hat,” Carol answered for me. When Dirk raised an eyebrow, she added. “Reggie’s ex. A real prince among men.”
I looked at the crumpled envelope in my hand. This divorce had gone smoothly after fighting it for years, because I had conceded so much. I’d agreed to pay child support even though the formulas said I didn’t need to. I agreed to let Monica and Trey live with him and only got visitation every other weekend. We’d coexisted rather well for almost three years with no incidents. Suddenly, all that peace I had created exploded like the Death Star.
I hated crying. In that moment, though, the tears came, and I leaned into Dirk and cried on his shoulder.
Carol gathered my things. “I can drive you home, Reggie.”
“I’ll make sure she gets home safely,” Dirk said.
“I promised you a lap dance,” I said numbly. I don’t even know why I said that. The offer originally may have been simply to make Richard jealous. In my emotional state, I latched on to my offer like a stair rail.
“I’ll take a rain check. Let’s get you out of here and get you home.”
Before I knew it, I was in the Lincoln Navigator in the back seat with Dirk and Trace was driving. As I settled down amid the turmoil of emotions, one thing kept surfacing.
I still want to give Dirk that lap dance.
Chapter15
A Spider has Many Webs
For a marine,Stu eats pussy really well. The fact that I tell him how much I like it helps his performance. We were in the backseat of one of two custom Lincoln Navigators Dirk owned and we had fogged all the windows up. Light from the radio and Metallica added to the ambiance of our tryst. This Saturday night was turning out great.
My panties were off, my tits were out, and he had his head buried deep in my muff. I had a tight grip on the back of his head and, while nearing an orgasm, I ground my crotch into his face.
“Oh, yes, marine. Lick my cunt. I’m gonna come.”
He grunted and licked. He sucked on my clit, which brought me to orgasm seconds later, and it was a doozy. It was also the second for the day.
I squeezed his head between my legs and tried to pull away as my body quivered. A loud cry followed a quick intake of breath. I squirted on Stu’s square-jawed face as another wave of pleasure shot through me.
“Oh God, Scarlet. Fuck you’re wet.”
I fought for breath and could only nod.
“My dick. So hard.” He struggled for air as he spoke.
I seldom turned down a hard dick, even after an amazing climax. “So, fuck me then.”
Stu sat down on the back seat and pulled me on top of him. Stu may never be my first choice in men—mostly because he doesn’t have enough money—but he definitely had powerful hands and knew how to fuck. Both things were turn-ons for me. Plus, he was managing both things at full strength.
His muscular hands on my waist shot threads of anticipation through me. It had been a good day, and I wanted to celebrate. My favorite way to celebrate was with wine and orgasms. He lifted me with his brawny arms while I rested my hands on his shoulders.
My breasts dangled in his face and I moved them back and forth, motorboating his face. I grabbed a hold of his length and guided it in as he lowered me onto his cock. A sharp intake of breath followed as he filled me, penetrating me.
I began moving forward and back on his length, rubbing my breasts across his bare chest. The feeling of being stretched by his girth sent waves of sensation through me almost to the point of becoming dizzy. I moaned in pleasure with each measure of his cock. My clit rubbed his flesh on each thrust forward.
He ran his hands along my sides and then grabbed my ass. Squeezing both cheeks, he began pulling me into him as he thrust up to meet my movements.
I leaned back with my hands on his shoulders and let him pound into me like a jackhammer. My breasts bounced up and down and I could only imagine what it was doing to Stu.
