Bittersweet Deceit (31 page)

Before he even began playing with my ass again, I was panting
in extreme fervor. I felt certain I would never allow him to fist me, but felt crazed from the anticipation of having his cock fill me.

He poured
a copious amount of oil over my pussy and ass, spreading it around the area, between my folds. “You are damn sexy, so exposed like that.” My knees up and out, left me nowhere to hide.

His fingers played across my anus
as his other hand soothed across my swollen clit. “Relax, OC. I don’t want you to hyperventilate. I’ll go slowly.”

“Oka
aay,” I breathed out.

He poured more oil over his fingers
, and use one on each hand to stretch me like the man in the video had done.

“Ohhh,” I groaned.
It still felt foreign and oh so naughty too. I pulled on my restraint, my hips bucking at the sensation.

Then he
inserted three, working them in and around, pulling at the sides of my opening. “You’re so tight. I can’t wait to slide my hard cock into your virgin ass.” After my anus relaxed a bit he held up the small, five-inch, glass dildo and poured oil over it. “This will be cold,” he warned.

Oh and it was. It sent
chills up my back when he forced the head past my sphincter. “Oh ... oh ... oh. That’s so ... so ... potent.”

“I’ll hold still until you acclimate.” He massaged my clit as my ass clutched around the
violation.

My hips start
ed to roll as my orgasm built and I tightened my grip on the strap.

“I’m starting again,” he said, pushing more into me.

“Uh, uh. Oh, I don’t know.”

“You’re
gushing pussy does. It’s almost all the way in. Good, Lane, take it for me.”

“Yes
, Stay, I want to.” The sensation made me dizzy with lust and the ferocity of stimulation had me flying high.

“Now I’m going to stroke it. This will help you loosen up for me.” In and out he slowly glided the glass invader as he continued to roll my clit. “I’m so hard I thin
k I might spontaneously combust,” he groaned

“I’m so close,” I cried.

He stopped moving. “No, Lainie. Hold it back for me, and only let go when I say. I want to feel you come around my cock—clutching and pulling.” He continued to thrust into my ass, pulling it all the way out and popping the head back in.

My head rocked back and forth in an effort to stave off the orgasm
that threatened to erupt. My ass and clit throbbed and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. “Stay, oh please.”

“Tell me. I need to hear you beg.”

“I want you to take me. Please, Stayman, please.”

“Please what
, Lainie?”

“Please fuck my ass.”

“And stretch you out?”

“Yes, pleassse!”

“And make you come harder than you ever have before?”

“Oh ... Stay ... yes. Take me.”

“Oh, I’m going to, and fuck you hard too.” He got up on his knees and coated his large cock with oil. The head touched my clit first. He rolled it around my arousal and then ran it down my labia. He bucked into my wet pussy and stroked a few times.

Stayman’s trim
, hard body knelt at my entrance, his knees out wide. He drew out of my pussy and lined his cock up to my anal opening. “Getting the head inside is the hardest part. When I thrust, bear down. His hand pushed on my lower abdomen and then he rocked forward.

My eyes opened wide and I started panting again. “Stay?” I cried.

“Push out. There you go. You can take it. I’m in. Jesus.” Not moving, he said, “Lainie, look at me. Make your breathing slower.”

“Oh god, I’m trying! That’s...” I shook my head. “What the hell means more than intense?”

Stay chuckled and smiled his wicked grin. “I promise you, your orgasm will be more than intense too. Are you ready?”

“Slowly.”

“I plan to go very slowly until I’m all the way in. At that point you will have to hold on.” He withdrew slightly and thrust forward. “So good. We’re half way there.”

My body started trembling and heat shot across the surface of my skin. I stared directly at him and said, “More.”

“Damn, Lainie,” he said as he pulled back. “I’m never letting you go.” He lunged deeper. “Once more inch.” Then he began a steady rhythm and I thought I might expire from the force of my depravity.

“Oh god
. It’s ... it’s so good,” I moaned.

“I’m there
, OC, can you take more?”

“Take me.”

And he did. He grabbed the straps above my wrist and pounded into me. The forced from his pelvis rubbed up and down on my clit with each incursion and retreat. He placed his hands on the bed under me and wildly kissed me, possessing me in a way I had never allowed another.

I grunted against his lips allowing him to take me fully.

Grasping the straps again, he watched my face as he rolled his hips against me. “You can come now as many times as you like.”

My eyes
fluttered and my heart pounded as I lost myself in the rapture of our coupling. “Stay,” I mumbled. “Oh, Stay.”

“Yes
, honey?”

“Now. Ohhh, holy ... mother ... of ... god! Ahhh.”

He rode out my climax and then paused. He unhooked my hands from the straps and lowered my head down onto the pillow.

Swimming in the sea of my orgasm, I floated on my back through each wave as I rose and fell over the crests. “Damn
, damn, damn,” I mumbled. I opened my eyes to find Stayman staring down on me. “Wow.”

He
smiled his crooked grin and I felt a slight crack in my sealed up heart.

“Now that’s a high worth getting addicted to,” I said.

“It’s not over. Turn over and place a pillow under your hips.”

“You need to pull out of me first.”

“Of course.” He laughed. “It just feels so good.” Once he slid out, I felt so empty.

I flipped over and shoved one of his fluffy pillows right above my pelvis.

“Damn, woman, you have a fine ass and I love to see your pussy peeking out.” He drew his finger through my copious juices and said, “A close second to fucking your throat.”

I chuckled.

“Reach your hand underneath so you can play with your clit. I want you to come again before I do.” He positioned himself between my legs and spread my butt wide. “Here we go.” With strength, he plunged into me.

With my left cheek against the mattress, I used my right hand to circle my swelled bud.
“I grunted each time he pulled out and forcibly re-entered.

Propped up on his arms along my side, he continued his hard sensual
salutation. “You feel ... so good. I never knew—never hoped,” he mumbled.

“My clit is so hard. So ... oh ... soon!”

“I’m going to take you hard.” He lowered his weight down and forced my legs farther apart. He circled his arms under and around my shoulders and using them as leverage, he smashed against me.

“Oh, make me ... yes ... don’t stop!”
I cried as my release began.

A growl started deep in Stay’s throat as he grunted out his
orgasm. I felt his warm release fill me. We flew together through the most decadent liberation, soaring higher than I ever had before. His weight rested against me and I loved the feel of him.

I pulled my arm
out from under me and disappeared into bliss. I don’t know how much time past until he rolled off me.

“
I’ll be right back.” I heard the water run in the bathroom and I assumed Stay was cleaning his cock.

When he came back, he said, “
Damn, Lainie. You continue to surprise me.”

“Me?” I
muttered.

“Yes you,” he said, moving me onto his chest.

“What did you mean?” I said softly.

“When?” He tickled down my back.

“Never knew? And you said something else.” I breathed out a contented sigh.

“Never hoped.”
He gathered my hair and draped over my shoulder.

“Yes, that. What did you mean?”

“I’ve never met anyone who suited me as well as you do and I’ve never been so sexually satisfied.” He hugged me to him, breathing against my hair.

“I’m at a loss.”

“I know, OC, but you’ll get there.” He kissed my head.

“Why are you so sure?” I asked, peering up.

“There are so many reasons but you’re not ready to hear them.”

“I hope you’re right.” And I meant it.

“Me too.”

As much as I enjoyed my time with Stayman, I didn’t know if I could love him. I adored him as friend, and as a lover he rocked my world but when it came to love, it was another beast entirely.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

“Mmmhmm,” I said into his chest.

“You’re not moving.”

“I’m too comfortable,” I said, snuggling in tighter.

He stroked my hair and said, “Thank you.”

“I’m positive I should be thanking you. That was
... I don’t even know how to put it in words.”

“It was for me too. Will you submit again?”

I folded my arms on his chest and rested my chin on top. “Are you worried I might decline?”

“Or
run away, yes.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Submit?”

“No.
Run away, I won’t. Submit? Whenever you take me again.”

“Jesus
, woman.” His cock hardened next to my thigh.

“You’re insatiable.”

“I promise you, I’ve never been like this before,” he said, looking dead serious.

“I call bullshit. You’re a very sexual man. I don’t believe you.”

“You’ll get there,” he said again.

We noshed on left over pizza and crashed soon
thereafter.

When we woke in the morning, I checked the clock and screamed, “Shit.”

“What?” Stay asked, groggily.

“I’m late. The store opens in forty-five minutes. I’m getting into the shower and we have to leave right after.”

“Okay. Breakfast?” He got out of bed and pulled on sweats and a T-shirt.

“No time,” I said heading into the bathroom.

“I’ll throw something together for you.”

“Thanks.”

A
fter frantically rushing to shower, gathering my stuff, and impatiently waiting as Stay drove me to work, I still had fifteen minutes to spare before I had to open Bella Boutique.

Once we arrived at the shop,
Stay handed me a paper bag and kissed me goodbye. “Thanks again for last night,” he said.

I paused and took a deep breath
. I took a minute to take in the wonderful man in front of me. With my hand, I brushed over his hair and along his cheek where his bristle had started to grow. “You are a truly great person. I’m grateful to have you in my life.”

We hugged and rocked together for a moment
, and I allowed myself to thoroughly enjoy it. I took in his smell and carried it with me to work. I waved goodbye as he drove away.

In the office, I opened the bag Stay had given to me. Inside I found a vanilla yogurt, the very brand I ate, and a banana. Damn him for being so amazing.

Halfway through the day I received a text from him.

Stayman:
I miss your body next to mine. Thank you for spending the night. I’ll miss you until tomorrow.

Me:
I miss you too. What time on Saturday?

Stayman:
Are you driving or should I come get you?

Me:
I’m flexible.

Stayman:
I’ll be at your condo at two o’clock.

Me:
See you then.

When I got home from work that night, the menagerie of thoughts left me mildly nauseous. Collecting my journal and pen, I sat on the balcony and lit a cigarette.

Do people really expect me to just turn off all my feelings for Mason? I truly wish it were that easy. Screw the faucet tightly off. I know if Mason wasn’t a married man no one would have that expectation of me.

How do I grieve and let
him go like Dad said I should? Mason and I had gotten to the absolute best place in our relationship. With one hundred percent of my being I believed he loved me. That’s why seeing him in love with his wife hurt so much. How could he love us both? He hasn’t texted or called again. Maybe I wasn’t as important to him as I thought I was, or maybe he believed me when I said I never ever wanted to hear from him again.

I’
m battling myself constantly not to text him and the only thing keeping me from doing so is Stay. Is it fair that Stay is my stalwart support against reaching out to the man I love. I don’t care what anyone else says, I know I’m using Stay. I also know we both are having a lot of fun with it but that leaves me feeling no less guilty. It would be so easy if I could let go of Mason. I can see it. I’m not an idiot. Part of me even wants to. I love him. I still love him. I need him and want him too.

Parting in anger didn’t come close to the closure I need. I want to hear from him. I need to know it wasn’t all in my imagination. DON’T DO IT, LAINIE.

I
went inside and picked up my phone. I did something worse than texting Mason. I texted Stay instead.

Me:
Whatcha doing?

Stayman:
Waiting for you to breakdown and text me.

Me:
You know I’m not being nice.

Stayman:
And you know I don’t care. I can be there in fifteen minutes.

Me:
Want to go for a swim?

Stayman:
Amongst other things. Am I spending the night?

Me:
Why?

Stayman:
So I know what to pack.

Me:
This was a bad idea. I was feeling...

Stayman:
Lonely and missing Mason.

My eyes filled with tears.

Me:
I’m sorry, yes.

Stayman:
I’m sending you an MP3. Listen to it and text me back.

Stayman:
UseMe.mp3
download media content

I downloaded the familiar Bill Wither’s song and listened. The words caused me to laugh. Stay wanted me to use him up.

Me:
For a smart man, I have to say, you don’t make great decisions for yourself.

Stayman:
I’m perfectly fine with you reaching out to me instead of Mason.

Me:
How do you do that?

Stayman:
What did you call it? Voodoo, tantric magic? It’s simply a connection between us. Use me, OCDC, I can take it.

Me:
Geez Louise! What am I going to do with you?

Stayman:
Eight more minutes and we’ll find out.

Me:
Damn you!

I laughed, giddy for the distraction in the form of a very sexy man. Hurriedly I scanned around the apartment and put everything in order. I dumped the ashtray and rinsed it out. In the bathroom I gargled and brushed my teeth. I changed into my sexy, black, one-piece bathing suit, and tied a wrap around my waist. Then I settled on the couch as if I was casually waiting. My heart pounded from all the rushing around and the relief from my angst. I popped up and unlocked the latch and then sat back down.

A knock sounded on the door
shortly after and I said, “Come in.”

He walked
in and kicked off his shoes. In his hands he carried a shirt and pants on hangers and a black overnight bag. “I’ll put these in the bedroom.”

I watched his cute as
s stroll down the hall. “I hope you brought a bathing suit.”

“Got it,” he called from my room. When he came out, he had on swimming trunks that hung down to mid-thigh. He was already hard, the bulge apparent. He saw me looking. “Since you texted me.” He pulled me to my feet and held my hair back on either side of head. “I’ve missed you.” His eyes searched my face as if he was committing each detail to memory.

Overwhelmed with need and the passion he inspired in me, I crashed my body against him. We grinded into one another as our lips locked. I hooked my right foot around his calf, trying to get closer.

When we broke apart, he said, “If you keep that up, we won’t make it to the pool.”
His smooth, tan chest rose and fell.

“I invited you over for a swim,” I said, trying to gather my wits about me.

“Yes you did.”

“Can I smell you before we get all chlorinated?” I asked.

“Jesus, Lainie, you make it hard to keep a modicum of control.” He tugged his shorts down and step forward as I knelt before him.

I buried my face against his cock, breathing in his heady masculine scent.

He stroked my hair as I kissed around his shaft and balls. “You’re testing my resolve, woman.”

“
Pre-cum? I’m sorry, I can’t resist.” I lapped the tip of his cock and sucked gently on the head. “You smell too good,” I said.

“We can shower after the pool.”

“Yes, I realize that but then you’ll smell like soap.” I ran my fingers up the length of him.

“How do I smell now?”

“Oh so uniquely you Stay: masculine ... salty ... musky, and it drives me crazy.”

“My favorite is when your pussy juices are covering it.”

After unknotting the wrap I wore, I stood, bent over the side of the couch and pulled the bottom of my suit to the side. “Let’s see.”

He groaned and moved in behind me.
His cock filled me, knocking out any anxiety I held over my relationships.

I reveled in the firm grip on my shoulders and the velocity of his aggression. My pussy clutched, so close to be driven over the edge.

“You’re already so close. Shall I make you wait?” he asked, not slowing in the least.

“No. Harder please. Just don’t come.”

He obliged me, letting me surge into a freefall.

“Ohhh ... I’m ... yesss,” I cried out.
My orgasm shattered around his cock giving me the high I so craved.

He held himself tightly against me as I slowly recovered.

I negotiated myself on shaky legs over to sit on the couch, my wrap under me. “Come,” I beckoned.

His
erection still stood at attention. He stepped forward, holding his cock out.

I twirled my tongue around the head, riding the rim. “You and me together, I have to agree. Yummy.” With
one hand I caressed his balls and swallowed his cock as deeply as I could. I moved to kneel in front of him, using my fist on the lower half of his shaft and my mouth on the upper.

H
e twisted his nipples as he gazed down on me, looking so sexy.

“That feels incredible. Are you ready
for me to fill your mouth?”

I nodded
.

His balls tightened up in my hand and his warm
, creamy come fired into my mouth shot after shot. “Jesus,” he grunted, bucking his hips in and out. He held my head as his eyes bored into my eyes.

I struggled to keep up with the volume, swallowing several times. The contortions of pleasure that flashed across his face turned me on even more.
I licked my lips and lapped up the last drops from his flared head.

He yanked up his shorts and collapsed on the couch, pulling me along with him. In his arms, I rested my head on his chest, hearing the pounding of his heart. He mumbled against my head, “I thought you invited me over for a swim.”

“So did I, but...”

“But?”

“Well it’s your fault,” I said, sitting up on his lap.

He made a sound that could have been both a
choke and a laugh, then said, “Come again?”

“Maybe later.”

“Huh? Oh, very funny. How is it my fault?”

“Who asked you to walk around with a hard on all the time?”

“My silly sweetheart, that’s entirely your fault. Once you stop being so damn sexy, which I’m certain will never happen, then my cock will behave. Otherwise, it’s a cross we both must bear and I don’t mind it a bit. It keeps my creative juices flowing...” He twitched his eyebrows.

I smacked his arm and said, “Let’s go swimming. I’ll get the towels.”

Once at the pool, Stay dove into the deep end. We had the place to ourselves. I worked my way into the pool from the shallow end steps.

I thought about the one other time Stay and I were in a pool together.
It was at Red’s house one night when we all decided to go skinny-dipping. I had consumed a few drinks, which made exposing my body to the group far easier. Stay may have noticed me, but he wasn’t yet in my sphere of attention.

“You ignored me that night,” he said when he swam up to me.

I shoved off the bottom step and began to swim away.

He caught me by my calf and turned me over, cradling
me in his arms. Back and forth he swayed me in the water as if orchestrating a dance.

It was so
relaxing and I drifted in the comfort of his arms, staring up in the stars above. Addressing his earlier statement, I said, “I told you before, I was otherwise occupied.”

“You were flirting your ass off with Dawg.”

“I was mad,” I said, stretching my arms out wide

“Oh, I think I see. Well you could have taken it out on me.”

“I didn’t really know you then.” The direction of the conversation drained away my loose state.

“And you knew Dawg?”
he asked, pausing the water waltz.

“Well no, but I knew eno
ugh to know he wouldn’t confuse sex with anything else. Jacqs was completely against it and I quickly changed my mind anyway.”

“Why?”
He started moving me around again.

“I was hurt
, and angry, and that’s a really bad time to have sex with—oh fuck.” I kicked out of his hold and went to sit on the top step. I folded my arms across my chest.

“Stop it
, OC.”

“Everything is like this crazy mine field. I get it, I get it, I get it! You can decide for yourself. It doesn’t stop me from feeling like it’s wrong half the time. I don’t want to talk about it again. Everyone keeps telling me to let you decide, but they’re all hoping for something I’m not sure I’m capable of.”

“What’s wrong with what we have now? It’s all still so new and we need time. Both of us. You were willing not the think about the future with Mason, give me the same consideration.”

I
cocked my head and contemplated his words. I had known there was no future with Mason, but it didn’t keep me from falling in love with him, enjoying the time we had. Not that I had planned to fall in love with Stayman, but I couldn’t ignore he had a point. “You’re right,” I said. “I won’t mention it again.”

“Good. The wind’s picking up out here.
Want to go in and snuggle up to the movie you slept through?”

“I’d love too.”

We watched
Dogma
late into the night. Once in bed, Stay spooned me to sleep and I slept soundly.