Bittersweet Deceit (30 page)

“Anyone could walk out here. I can hear them laughing.”

“Unbutton my pants and take my cock out.”

I glanced at his bulge and back at his face. He meant it. So titillated, I did as he asked. I unbuttoned his pants, pushed down the elastic on his boxers, and freed
his erection. Scanning around us, I didn’t think the people across the water or the house to the right of us could see us in the light reflected from Red’s house.

He gathered my hair in his fist and moved my mouth up and down over his shaft. His scent filled my nostrils turning me on and making me light headed. He used my mouth
, and I gave myself over to it. In his seated position, he couldn’t penetrate my throat like before and I missed it.

He pulled my head off his cock and slammed his lips against mine. Once apart, he said, “I can’t get enough of you.”

“Your smell, it does something to me,” I moaned.

His deep
-blue eyes told me he loved me and that he wanted me to know.

“Please don’t say it,” I si
lently begged. I needed it to be about sex and not love. “Do you think I will be able to take more of you down my throat next time?”

“Do you want to?”

“I want you to make me wet like you did before. Yes and I want it to feel better for you.”

“
It couldn’t have felt any better. Next time we’ll try with some lube. We’ll practice now a bit before I fuck you from behind. On your knees.” He stood and with my hair still in his hand, he helped me to kneel in front of him. “Are you ready?”

I nodded and swallowed a few time
s. With my head tilted up, I opened my mouth like a bird.

“You look so sexy like that,” he said and then
doused into my throat. He held the back of my head and bent his knees down, forcing his cock deeper.

When he pulled out, I said, “More please.” The heat in my pussy continued to
burn, my lips swollen from the aggression. My saturated panties would have to be removed and stuffed in my bag once I was back inside.

“Just a few more strokes, because I want to
explode in your pussy, knowing you’re going to carry my come around for the rest of the night. Then he thrusted into my throat repeatedly and I felt the gush in my panties. “Stand and bend over,” he said. “This won’t take long.”

I unbuttoned my jeans and exposed my ass to Stay.

He turned me around so we faced the house and bent me at the waist. “Spread your legs wider,” he said.

It wasn’t easy to accomplish with my jeans down around my calves, but I
did my best.

He plunged into me from behind, grasping my hips.

I dropped down, my hands on the dock, exposing and spreading myself fully. The wind whirled around us as my excitement grew. It felt dangerous, and naughty, and highly stimulating to have sex twenty feet away from our friends. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I muttered.

He rode me hard
, pushing me closer to the edge of release. He then tapered off. Groaning, he said, “OC, damn you feel too good. I want you to come first.”

“Don’t stop, please, I’m right there with you.”

Listening to me, he continued to pound into me. I reveled in his ability to skyrocket my arousal with his aggression and circumstance. He carried us both further into our excitation until we both erupted.

I strangled the sound in my throat, trying to catch my breath.

His body lay over mine until I gently pushed him off once I felt our come dripping down my legs.

“Shit,” I said, str
uggling out of my jeans and hopping on one foot to catch my balance.

He
held my arm to help me remain standing.

“You don’t happen to have—” I sighed in relief when he retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket.
“Have I told you how much I love these?” I wiped up all the wetness and leaving my panties off, I pulled my pants back on. “How do I look?” I asked after I buttoned my jeans and straightened my shirt.

“Well fucked,” he said,
adjusting himself and smoothing out his jeans down his legs.

“Great,
” I said sarcastically.

“They
will all be jealous,” he said, taking my hand.

“Hang on,” I said, holding up my panties and the hanky.

“I’ll take them both,” he said with a wicked grin and shoved them into his pockets.

I laughed and
thanked him.

When we re
-entered the pool area, the entire surface of my skin blushed, so if they hadn’t figured it out already I was sure my stupid body would tip them off.

“Have fun?” Cat asked.

“It’s beautiful out by the water,” I said, trying to pull off nonchalance.

Jacqs gave me a knowing glanced, which I ignored. The men seemed to either not notice or more likely didn’t give a rat’s ass.

Me? I didn’t recognize myself anymore. It definitely started with Mason. Me doing all sort of things I’d never considered, enjoying aspects of sex that until recently were foreign to me. Stay, on the other hand, was an unfolding anomaly that surprised me all the time. Such a mix of gentleman and sexual deviant—it made my head spin. My heart? It was staying out of it. My body on the other hand was moving full speed ahead.

I really didn’t want to spend the night alone, but for Stay’s benefit, I thought I should.
If I really wanted a casual relationship, it was up to me to keep it that way.

We sat on the
glider couch together, Stay’s arm around me. Bond sat on the edge of the pool with Jacqs inclining against him. Sam, Red, Blue, Kev, and Cat sat in wrought iron chairs around two tables covered with food and beverages.

“Can I get you something to drink?” Stay asked me.
“Anyone else?”

“Water would be great, thanks.”

Everyone else declined.

Cat continued telling her story about a client. “She wanted this huge tattoo on her ribs. The design idea was pretty cool
, but she had never gotten a tattoo before and that’s the most painful area on the body. Granted, I could do it in small installments but it seemed like a disaster waiting to happen. I tried to talk her into a different location or a smaller piece but she wouldn’t listen. Tracy said she would take it and I let her. Boy, is she regretting it now. From what I heard, the woman only sat for thirty minutes and was moving the entire time.”

“Is she still giving you shit for not having any tattoos?” Bond asked. “I could rough her up for you.”

We all cracked up.

“Yes, but since the new manager is there, it doesn’t bother me anymore.”

“That’s good,” Jacqs said.

“You ready to tattoo Bond and Red on either butt cheek,” Cat asked Jacqs.

“Very funny, and absolutely not.”

“Blue
’s almost settled on something, right?” Cat said.

“I’m still debating between three of your drawings. I love them all. Soon though.”

After I drank some of the water Stay brought over, I yawned. “I didn’t sleep well last night so I think I’m going to shove off.”

They all
looked from me to Stay as if they knew why.

“Cut it out,” I said, standing to go.

They chuckled.

“I’ll walk you out,” Stay said, standing next to me and holding my hand.

“Thank you Red for hosting again, and Jacqs ... and Bond,” I said.

“Of course,” Red said.

Jacqs rose to hug me and whispered, “I hope it was good. I haven’t ever done it on the dock. Something to think about.”

“Red, Jacqs needs a good spanking,” I said, giving her a dirty look.

“I’m on it,” he said.

“Can I clear any of this away before I leave?” I
asked.

“We’ll take care of it,” Jacqs said.

“Bye all,” I said and walked through the French doors into the house. I collected my purse from the kitchen. “They all knew.”

“And none of them cared. Seriously, they’re only speculating anyway.” He swung his arm over my shoulder and walked
me toward the front door. “I’d love to house sit here for a few days. So many rooms, so little time.”

I playfully shoved him. “My first choice would be
there,” I said, pointing to the fireplace alcove off the sitting area. “We haven’t yet explored your place thoroughly.”

“Or yours,” he said, opening the door for me.

“True.”

“Will you stay over tomorrow night?” he asked, my hand swinging in his.

“Maybe. Damn, it’s a gorgeous night. See all the stars?”

“I hadn’t noticed,” he said, staring straight at me.

With my hands I turned his face up to the moon and stars.

“Still doesn’t even come close.”

“Stop it,” I said, standing in front of my vehicle.

“Stop what?” he said, forcing me up against the side of my car.

“Stop being so nice to me,” I said. Chills rushed over my body as he nibbled his way up my neck.

“Come over tomorrow night and I’ll be
as mean as you can take.”

My clit jumped over his remark.

He pinned me, holding my arms above my head, roughly rubbing his hard cock against my pelvis. “I could take you again right here.”

My body screamed for my submission
but my mind said, ‘No fucking way!’ “We’re in the middle of a street with a bright streetlamp above us.”

He rested his full body against me and kissed me with zeal. By the time our lips parted, I was panting and wet.

“Say yes,” he said as he stepped back.

“Yes,” I groaned, already missing the heat of his body on mine.

“I know why you’re not taking me home tonight.”

So close to changing my mind, I didn’t say anything.

“Do you have plans for Saturday?” he asked, angling my head up.

“No, why?”

“I want us to go out on a proper date. We can discuss the details tomorrow.”

“Okay.” I stood there not moving, not really wanting to leave.

“Be ready for me. I’ll be at the shop by seven-thirty. Make sure to eat something beforehand.” He gave me a light kiss and opened the car door for me. After he shut it, I watched him walk away.

Back at my p
lace, it almost seemed foreign for me to be there alone. The past week reinserted itself into my thoughts and my gut clinched. So much had happened in such a short time, I had a hard time processing it all. After my nightly cigarette, I heated a bowl of Stay’s chicken soup and ate it while I watched the elimination round on
The Voice
from Tuesday. I enjoyed the distraction.

Genuinely tired, I dragged myself to bed wondering what Stay had in store for me tomorrow. I had an idea and it
both thrilled and scared me. My thoughts drifted away as I feel asleep.

W
aking up alone hurt more than I could have imagined. Stayman had become such a wonderful relief from the grief, allowing me to hold it at bay. Alone
with myself, the pain gripped me and tried it’s best to force me to the ground. Shaking, I went out on my balcony in my robe and lit a cigarette. I couldn’t sit down. I paced back and forth across the short distance. Mason’s face, his unique smell, the sex, the laughter, and the horrible, life changing rejection bounced around in my head.

The next stage of grief must have begun because all I wanted to do wa
s climb back into bed and sleep, pulling the covers over me to hide.

I could see my mother shaking her head at me
, and I had to acknowledge another way I was like her. That broke the damn. I tapped out my cigarette, climbed back into bed and hugged a pillow to me.

After a few minutes I
tossed myself out of bed and took a shower. I hadn’t spoken to my father since his trip and I really needed him. Throwing on a dress we were selling at Bella at the time, I didn’t bother blow-drying my hair or applying makeup. I figured the tears would just wash away the eyeliner and mascara. I gathered breakfast and the clothes I needed for the next day.

On my way
into work, I called my father.

“Hi
, baby girl. I’ve been thinking about you,” he said when he picked up.

“Hi
,Daddy.”

“What is it
, Lainie?” His tone immediately changed to one of concern.

“My life is a mess,” I said, when I stopped at a red light. I didn’t feeling like taking the highway and drove the back streets instead.

“Tell me.”

“I saw Mason with his family at an art fair and they seemed very happy
, and in love.”

“
That must have been a shock. When did this happen?”

“Sunday.”

“I’m very sorry, sweetheart. What did you do?” His voice and concern calmed me.

“I ended it that night.”

“And how are you doing now? Hold on a second.” I heard a door close. “Are you having second thoughts?”

I made a left turn and joined the flow of traffic.
“Second, third, and fourth. I was so angry that night and he looked so distraught, but I was so hurt...”

“I’m sure you were.”

“Then there is Stay. He came to my rescue again and we are sort of seeing each other.”

“Sort of?”

“Friends with benefits,” I said, speeding up to pass a car.

“Interesting term. How is that working out?”

“He says he understands I need time to get over Mason. I’m pretty sure he loves me already.”

I heard him cover the phone
and say, “Just a minute.” To me he said, “Baby, I’m sure he does. How could he not?”

“You’re
biased. Do you have to go?”

“
No, I have a few more minutes. Your mother is just impatient. How do you feel about Steadman?”

“Stayman
, and I don’t know. I like him a lot. He’s a great man. He kind of reminds me of you at times. He is patient, and surprises me all the time.” I pulled into the shop complex.

“But you don’t love him?”

I parked in my usual spot and said, “I do not.”

“Can you love him?”

“I don’t know. I find myself feeling guilty for being with him because of Mason, and because of him too.”

“
Stayman knows how you feel?” he asked.

“Yes, Dad.”

“Let him worry about him. Hang on a second.” A door opened and he said something to my mother although I couldn’t tell what.

“That’s what
Stay said. Should you go?”

“In a minute.
Mason on the other hand, I’m not sure why you still feel loyal to him given what he’s put you through.”

I turned off the car, got out, and held the cell phone to my ear.
“Because I still love him. I miss him. When I’m with Stay I forget about it all, but as soon as I’m alone, Mason’s front and center in my mind.”

“Baby, do you want some advice.”

“Yes, please!”

“Stop avoiding the pain of your breakup. Until you deal with that, you won’t be able to give your heart to another, whether it’s to Stay or another man.”

“I’m not sure I want to fall in love again,” I said as I unlocked the back door to the shop.

“But yo
u will, sweetie. I promise you.”

I heard my mother’s voice again in the background.

“Right,” my father said. “Your mother wants me to remind you that her party is going to be a week from Saturday.”

Once inside, I said,
“Okay. Are we still on for walking this Sunday?”

“Can we shoot for the following
week? Your mother wants me to go with her to pick out new blinds and curtains for the house. It could be an all day ordeal. Let me know if you can get away during the week instead.”

“Okay. I love you
lots.”

“I love you more. Call me anytime.”

“Bye-bye, daddio.”

Diving into my work
at the shop provided a great distraction. Although Mason and Stay managed to weasel their way into my thoughts, the steady flow of customers helped me to shake away the images.

“That new sale really generated some business,” Sam said after the rush left.

“Yes, it’s turning out better than most. I think the hot weather is helping. Do you mind covering while I eat the rest of my lunch?”

Folding the discards, she asked, “No
. Hot date with Stay?”

“He’ll be by later and said I should eat first.”

“Oh, I’m so jealous,” she said, placing a dress on a hanger. “He’ll probably ravish you the moment you get through the door. I don’t miss the men in my life, but I sure do miss the sex.”

“That’s what vibrators are for.”

“You know it’s not the same.”

“Yeah, I do. What do you think of this dress on me?”
I asked, showing her the front and the back.

Holding out a sleeveless, navy and turquoise color block, lace sheath
dress she had just hung up, she said, “Try this one on.”

“I’ll do that after I eat. Be right back.”

I
decided to save the new dress for our date on Saturday. I added a bit of eye makeup and then closed up the shop. Stay drove up moments later in his Prius.

“Hi,” I said, feeling nervous.

He didn’t give me a second to wallow in it. “Damn
, woman it’s good to see you. I’m already so hard I can barely stand it.”

My body immediately responded leaving my mind far behind. Pressing up against him, I held his
head in my hands and kissed him, tasting him and breathing him in.

“
I need to get you home.” His eyes had the same wild look I witnessed at the club after our first kiss. He opened the car door for me.

St
ill vibrating from the kiss and his proximity, I got in. Looking around, I said, “You cleaned her.”

“I did, for you.”

“That wasn’t necessary,” I said, staring at him as he drove.

Glancing over at me, he said, “I enjoy making the extra effort.” He took my hand in his and tucked it in his lap.

We rode in silence the rest of the way, my heart pounding uncontrollably. He parked the car and came around to let me out. Without a word, he led me to the elevator and unlocked the door to his condo.

“I put Rusty in the guest room so he wouldn’t interfere,” he said.

I stood waiting, my nerves and titillation in overdrive.

Once in his bedroom
he spoke, the deeper register of his voice took me by surprise. “Get undressed and kneel by the door.”

The charged energy between us
had me hanging off a luscious precipice. I quickly shed my dress, panties, and bra. I knelt down where he indicated, already high on the unexpected.

Still dressed, he climbed onto the bed and slung a strap over the center of the headboard. I then watched him retrieve a towel from the bathroom. Folding it in half, he laid it down in the center of the bed. From the nightstand he gathered oil,
and a small, ribbed, glass dildo.

He stalked toward me and lifted me to
my feet. Pulling me along with him, we entered his office. Seated in his chair, he pulled me down onto his lap, holding me tightly to him. After turning on the screen to his desk top computer, he whispered, “I want you to see what you’ve gotten yourself into. We’ll start slow.”

He hit play on a video and the screen filled with a full-figured woman tied down onto a table, with her legs over her head and her ass right to the edge.

Stay’s hands roamed my body, tweaking my nipples, kneading my breasts, caressing my belly and thighs. He pushed my legs out wide and felt my growing wetness. He groaned in my ear.

In the scene before us, the man knelt down before the woman, a bowl of oil directly under her. He drew his hand through the liquid and coated her pussy and ass with it. I
t slowly dripped off the edge of the table back into the bowl. Using a finger from each hand he penetrated her ass, stretching her hole. After dipping back into the oil, he shoved two fingers of each hand, pulling and tugging at her anal entrance.

Stay delved two fingers in my pussy and rubbed my juices all around, coating my clit and opening. In his other hand, he twi
sted and pulled my right nipple as his mouth bit and kissed his way up my neck.

I turned my head to kiss him.

“No, Lainie, watch.”

My body pulsed from all of his manipulations.
Turning to watch the screen, my breath caught.

The man saturated his hand again with the oil and that time he forced four fingers of one hand into her tight hole. The woman cried out in pleasure and the man told her she would have to take his whole fist.

“I don’t think—”

“Shh. Just watch.” He tugged on my labia and then gathered more wetness. “Tilt your hips forward,” he ordered.

I did what he demanded.

H
e used my juices to cover my anus and fingered around my hole.

In the video, the man swiveled his hand in circles, stretching her even more. When he pulled his hand out, her anus stayed open. He captured more oil and dripped it into her ass. After rubbing it around her opening, he plunged back in getting more of his hand inside her.

Stay lightly stuck his finger in my bum and said, “I’m going to have to stretch you so you can take my cock. Do you understand?”

“Oh god, I’m not sure. I mean ... I get it.”

“Trust your body. Feel your pussy.”

I dipped my fingers into my slick opening.

“You’re dripping like the naughty submissive you are. Let me know when you’re ready.” He continued to work his finger into my ass as his other hand pinched and pulled my hard buds.

The
man on the screen continued to work his fist in her ass and with his other hand he rubbed and squeezed the woman’s clit. She thrashed as much as her bindings would allow, groaning and crying out the entire time. When he pushed all the way in she squirted several times and screamed out her climax. He wasn’t done with her, but I’d seen enough.

“I’m ready,” I said but had no idea if I really meant it. “I’m scared.”

“Good. I won’t take you like that. Not tonight anyway. Let’s go.” He flipped off the screen and led me back into his bedroom. “Lay down in the middle of the bed. There’s a strap hanging from the headboard. There are loops on either side for your wrists. Place your hands in them and hang on. Your butt should be centered on the towel. Your arms will be stretched up. Tilt your hips knees out wide.”

I stared at him and hesitated.

“Do you need some coaxing?” he asked as he undressed. His cock and as well as the tiny nipples on his defined chest both strained for attention.

“Oh
, uh, no.” I climbed up on the bed and followed his instruction.

“Butt down farther.”

Once I did, my whole upper body was stretched upward and I could see my lower body. My rapid breathing had my chest and stomach rising and falling quickly.

“Such a sexy sub.” He hopped onto the bed and starting at my stretched arms, he caressed each, stopping to kiss my arm pit.
Moving down, he straddled my stomach and kissed me deeply.

I had to work to keep my head up to meet
his kiss.

His hands trailed down my neck, fondling my shoulders and breast. He intoxicated me with his touch,
every nerve ending on fire. Wetness dripped down my ass as he continued to pet every inch of me. He settled at the end of the bed with his legs on either side of me.