“I can’t help that. Besides, it’ll bring back happy memories for her.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Huh, you think you’re that good?”
Wrong question.
I gave her a smile full of promise, then ducked down under the sheets. As I ran my workout-roughened fingers across the soft skin of her inner thighs, her body tensed up. But when I licked up the length of her slit, a ragged groan spilled out of her.
“Oh, God!” she sighed, her voice muffled by the pillow she’d pulled over her head to stifle her moans.
“Yes, baby?” I laughed at her.
I gave her a few more licks and sucks, nipping at her clit in a way that had her almost levitating off of the bed, then replaced my tongue with my fingers. The mattress creaked and groaned loudly, protesting as I slinked over her, resting my weight on my forearms, my dick pressing into the soft flesh of her stomach.
Soon she was writhing under me and when I sucked her left nipple into my mouth, she fell apart, calling my name loudly. Her body trembled and a deep, pink flush spread across her whole body, leaving her looking heated and satisfied.
So far, so good.
“Still embarrassed by the bed?” I teased.
She didn’t reply, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she gasped in oxygen.
The mattress creaked again as I slid off to dig out a condom from my toiletry bag.
“You want to do this, baby?” I suggested, holding it out to her.
She blinked up at me, still spiraling down from her orgasm. I waited, but she didn’t seem capable of speech, so I took that as a no. I tugged my dick a couple of times, lock and load, kind of like priming a rifle, sending a bullet into the chamber, then rolled the rubber down, making sure it was in place.
“Roll over, baby, I want you from behind.”
When she still didn’t move, I leaned down and sucked her swollen nipple until she woke up enough to respond.
“Give me a minute,” she grumbled.
Nope. Done waiting.
I picked her up and tossed her face down on the bed, positioning her peachy ass so the target was in the cross-hairs and I was rimming her tight little butthole. She wiggled beneath me, but didn’t tell me to stop. Definitely something I’d be taking further at some point in the future.
I lined up and pushed into her pussy slowly, the warm, soft heat, taking my breath away.
“Fuck, Caro!”
And then I lost it. Not lost a little, not just slightly out of control, but pounding into her like a fucking maniac, ruthlessly chasing my own release. The bed creaked and groaned, the headboard slamming against the wall, the antique springs my very own cheer team urging me on.
A second orgasm shot through her, making her pussy clamp around me so tightly I had no choice but to finish with her.
“Oh fuck!” I stuttered, pulling out of her quickly, gripping hold of the rim of the condom, wondering whether I should tell her that it had split—I didn’t want her freaking the fuck out.
And then, through the thin wall that separated us from the owner’s mother, I heard the sound of someone clapping, and her thin voice called out, “Bravo! Bravo!”
“What the fuck?” I gasped.
Caro started to laugh. “I think … I think we just got a round of applause!”
“You’re fucking kidding me!”
She shook her head weakly. “That’s what it sounded like. I guess she was impressed by your performance.”
Oh yeah! I am the man! I sat up and called out loudly, “Grazie, signora!”
“Prego!” she replied through the wall.
I lay back on the bed, my hands behind my head, and a huge-ass grin on my face. Caro rolled onto her side to gaze up at me.
“Something making you smile, Hunter?”
“Yeah! I never got a round of applause before.” Although there was that one time the women’s lacrosse team at UCSD gave me a platinum star rating on their facebook page.
“Maybe she was applauding me,” Caro suggested, her eyebrows raised cockily.
“Nah, she thinks I’m a stud, I can tell.”
I peeled off the used condom, hiding the split.
“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t have performance anxiety; that can put a man off his stride, so they say.”
Her words evoked a powerful memory, and despite my decision to leave the past in the past, the screwed up 17 year-old that I’d once been, resurfaced.
“Do you ever think about the first time we were together? You know, when…”
She interrupted me, saying my name softly, like a prayer or a promise.
“Sebastian, you don’t have to remind me—it’s not something I’m likely to forget.”
“Sorry. It’s just … I thought about it a lot at the time and seeing you again this past week … it’s brought it all back.”
“For me, too.”
Lost in the memories, I leaned over to run a finger across the satiny skin of her cheek, before laying back again.
“Do you know how amazing you were that night? You took care of me after my dad had beaten the shit out of me.” I closed my eyes, pushing away the darkness of that memory. “I thought my heart was going to fucking stop when you undressed me and you took your clothes off. And then you touched me and my cock just exploded. I thought you’d laugh at me or something. It was so fucking humiliating.”
I paused, emotions too strong to control forcing the words out.
“But you didn’t. You made me feel like a man. I remember every word that you said. You told me it was going to be okay, and I didn’t know how it could be, but somehow you made the world go away, like it was just you and me.”
She was silent, drifting in her own thoughts.
“That’s how you make me feel, Caro, like the world just goes away and it’s just you and me. I … I didn’t think I’d ever feel like that again. All those other women, I know it bothers you, but it was just sex. It wasn’t … this.”
Her voice was soft when she replied.
“So, there was never anyone special, where it was more than just sex?”
I needed to be honest with her—no more secrets, no more lies, no more hiding what I felt about her. I was tired of the fear I felt when I was with her—fear that she’d leave me and I’d be alone again.
“There was one girl, Stacey, that I sort of dated for a while. She was … okay, but I wasn’t interested in anything long-term.”
“What happened?” Caro asked quietly.
I shrugged and looked away. She hadn’t meant anything.
“I heard her telling a girlfriend that she’d got me ‘tamed’.” Stupid bitch—just because I’d been playing nice with her—and only then because she was a friend of Ches’s wife.
“Oh, I can guess how much you enjoyed hearing that,” Caro said, shaking her head. “What did you do?”
“I slept with her best friend.”
The breath caught in her throat and a look of deep disapproval spread across Caro’s face which I didn’t really understand.
“I see,” she said sharply.
I shrugged and stared up at the ceiling.
“You asked me why Ches’s wife didn’t approve of me, and that’s the reason. Stacey was a friend of hers. And before you ask, no, I didn’t sleep with Amy—it was another girl. I would never do that to Ches.”
Caro took a deep breath.
“Well, I’m not surprised Amy doesn’t like you after you did that to her friend … and it’s not very reassuring to hear that you’ve shown your dick to half the female population of California—and Paris, or so I’ve heard—but that’s your business. But surely you see that you made things difficult for Ches.”
What the fuck? How did we go from Stacey to this?
“How’s that?” I asked, not hiding the irritation in my voice.
“You put him in the middle, making him choose between his best friend and his wife.”
“What? How was I making him ‘choose’?”
“Well, I bet you anything Amy would have said she didn’t want you in the house if you were going to treat her friends like that, and Ches would have had to find some way of defending what was, frankly, indefensible behavior.”