The Other Man (The Other Man Series Book 1) (2 page)

“You’ll get me, you know you will. You need to learn some patience.”

“I need you, baby. Please! I’m so wet for you.”

A growl rumbled through my chest, escaping from my throat and she shivered. My fingers crawled lower, “Keep your tits down, your face in the lounger but lift your hips. I want to eat you just like this.”

Her back rose and fell with excited breaths but without a word, she kept her face and tits on the lounger and arched her back, lifting her hips. Her pussy glistened alongside her oiled skin and I bit back the groan that threatened to erupt. I wanted to play. I wanted her to beg. If she knew how desperate I was to get inside her, it would be over before it started.

I hooked my arm under her stomach and shifted her higher, bringing her needy cunt level with my face, and buried my face between the cheeks of her ass. The smell of her arousal surrounded me and the taste of her juices hit my tongue. Sweet, tangy, sexy. It consumed me.

I licked her entrance, blew across her clit and dipped my tongue inside. Spreading her wider, I nuzzled her ass with my face as I moved my fingers around to circle her little bundle of nerves, bring her closer to the edge.

“You come with me inside you,” I reminded her.

I needed to feel it. Needed to feel her walls tighten, and quiver around my cock.

I ached, I throbbed. The head of my dick was an angry shade of purple, pleading with me to let him inside. Minutes, hours, I ate at Carlie’s pussy until her moans turns to pleasured cries and I knew she was struggling to hold back.

“You ready for me, pretty baby?”

She sobbed, “More than ready, Blake. God! Please! I need you to fuck me.”

I plunged inside.

Heaven.

Fucking heaven, the way she instantly gripped the edges of the lounger, threw her head back and screamed my name into the seclusion. Her drenched cunt tightening, quivering and gushing around my cock. I pounded into her, gripping the cheeks of her ass hard enough to leave bruises and grunting out my approval.

“Up, Carlie,” I growled. “You know how I want you.”

Her orgasm was still sweeping through her, shivers wracked her body but she managed to shift herself to her knees. She lifted herself up, hooked her arm around my neck and turned just her face towards me, all the while still keeping my cock deep inside her pussy. I reached around to her front, pinching and rolling her nipples as I kept up my thrusts. She whimpered as I took her mouth in a bruising kiss. Dropping my hands from her tits to the apex of thighs, I spread her open with one hand and caressed her clit with the other, building her again.

“Let go, pretty baby,” I whispered.

“Come with me, Blake.”

She turned her face into my neck and bit down, hard. The shock of pain made me growl and slam my cock to the root inside her.

“Oh my god!” She cried, and I silently agreed.

My blood heated, from my toes to my chest to my balls and everywhere in between as my shaft lengthened insider her and my cum leaked from my body, coating her throbbing inner walls.

Panting, she breathed out, “I love you, my handsome husband.”

“I love you too, my beautiful wife.”

*I’m sorry, I don’t understand you. My colleague speaks English and he will be back soon.

**Thank you, do you understand?

***My name is Carlie, and yours?

****Oh thank goodness. My name is Catrina. I beg you to tell me what you need. If you have a car reserved, I need your name, deposit and proof of identification.

***** I cannot wait to make love to my husband.

June 2012 - Three years before

After waiting for over a month. I could finally let her in on the surprise.

I had Carlie in the passenger seat next to me, driving towards the outskirts of town, so I could give her one of the things I knew she really wanted and I felt like an amazing husband.

She, on the other hand, was scowling at me.

I pursed my lips and kept my eyes on the road, not letting her see just how amused I was. She was annoyed because I wouldn’t tell her where we were going or why we were going there. Not a fan of surprises, apparently.

I knew that, of course, we’d been together for nine years and married for seven. I was fairly certain I knew everything about her by that point. That though, was why I wasn’t telling her where we were going. I knew what her reaction would be, I knew the sounds she’d make and I didn’t want to ruin any of that by letting her know before she could actually get her hands on it.

So I let her stew on it, and I let her be annoyed because it wouldn’t last.

“Nearly there,” I muttered.

She sighed, “I don’t even know why you would bring me out here. There’s nothing here but factories and car dealerships…”

She drifted off, then I saw the light start to dawn.

Her shoulders straightened and her hands gripped the seat belt as the Mazda showroom came into view. Her eyes flicked to me, then back to the building. Hope flared.

“Blake?”

I ignored her, parked the car and got out.

“Blake?” She called again, jogging to keep up with me in my strides.

“
Blake?!
”

Inside, I walked straight to the main desk, asked for Pete and then turned to my wife.

“Just wait,” I said. “Few more minutes, pretty baby. Then you can stop being pissed at me.”

Her eyes narrowed but her body was telling the truth, she had an idea of what I’d done and she couldn’t wait to see.

In less than five minutes, I got
exactly
what I wanted, and so did she.

“Oh my god!” She squealed and I laughed out loud at her shocked expression. “Blake, it’s beautiful!”

“It’s yours,” I confirmed.

She threw her arms around my neck and squeezed, jumping up to wrap her legs around my waist. She kissed my neck and ran her fingers through the back of my hair.

“It’s the best thing ever! I love it, and I love you.”

I’d just given her the keys to her brand new Mazda MX-5 Miata, the car she had been throwing hints at me about for months. It was a pretty car, definitely made for a woman. I couldn’t afford it outright but seeing as I was paying for the monthly payments and I’d paid the deposit, it was definitely a credit-worthy gift. For the smile she gave me, I’d have bought her two.

She was changing. Or maybe I was.

I couldn’t put my finger on why but things were just...different.

Work took over my life and Carlie’s obsession with being perfect was putting strain on our relationship that just wasn’t there before. Call it cowardice, call it ridiculous, but I bought her the car to make her happy in the hopes that it would improve our relationship. The way she climbed me like a monkey told me I’d made the right choice.

She liked pretty things. I could give them to her. It should be as simple as that.

“I love you too, Carlie. Now here,” I placed the keys in the palm. “Go take it for a drive, see how she moves.”

She grinned and closed her hand into a fist, sliding her legs down from around my waist and stepping back. Walking around the vehicle, running her fingers along the gleaming silver paint, she looked transfixed.

“You like it?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

“Like it? Blake, you know how much I wanted this car.
Every
woman wants this car and I have it. The girls are going to be so jealous!”

I hid my wince. That wasn’t exactly my aim when I ordered it. I wanted her to have the car
for her
. To make
her
happy. Not as a toy for her to show how perfect her life was, to make people jealous. I opened my mouth to tell her that, but she spoke first.

“You are so getting lucky for this later. I’m going to ride you so hard that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

All thoughts of chastising her for wanting to make people jealous fled. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure Pete had gone back inside. He had.

The power of her hold over me was obvious and she knew how to work that.

“In that case, get your ass in that car, drive it into town and take a visit to
Ann Summers.
You can’t just throw that out there when I’m about to go to work and expect me not to think about it for the next twelve hours. Stock up on toys, baby. Get some of that strawberry flavoured stuff too, I’m in the mood to play.”

Her eyes glazed over and I knew she was remembering what happened last time. We both liked to play. Not whips, chains or clamps. Not my thing. But exploring, toys, and making her come so hard that it usually took hours afterwards for her to stop shaking. Yeah.

Fuck yeah.

I loved that.

Her mouth, her pussy, her ass. I owned them all. They belonged to me and she offered them freely.

Just not as often anymore and for some reason, that bothered her a lot more than it bothered me. I mean, we’d been married for seven years and I worked twelve hours a day, we didn’t have the
time
to fuck like animals anymore. It sucked, but it was the reality.

Her words though,
‘I’m going to ride you so hard that you can’t walk tomorrow
’.

She’d do it too. She was a firecracker when she let loose. My shift at work was going to feel like the longest twelve hours of my life. That feeling only became more frustrating when she leaned forward, brushed her lips across mine in a whisper of a kiss, and whispered, “Quiero tu boca en mí, quiero tus dedos en mí y quiero ver tu cara como me llena. Me encanta como te siento dentro de mí. Sólo te quiero, mi esposo maravilloso.”

I shivered. Seven years.

Seven years and the sound of her speaking in a beautiful foreign language still affected me the way it did before she learnt how to do it fluently.

“What does that mean?” I asked, not understanding a word, only knowing what the words were doing to my body.

“I want your mouth on me, I want your fingers in me, and I want to watch your face as you fill me. I only love you, my wonderful husband,” She translated.

Maybe it wasn’t the language she used, maybe it wasn’t the way she said it, maybe it was just the words.

Those fucking words.

“Get in the car, Carlie,” I sucked in a shaky breath, barely holding on to my last shred of control. “Get in the car, go to Ann Summers, enjoy the drive and do
not
look back this way until I’ve gone to work. If you don’t leave now, we’ll be leaving your present here and taking my car to the nearest secluded area so I can fuck you on the backseat.”

She wrinkled her nose.

Cute. I liked that.

She’d rather fuck in the backseat than leave.

“Go, Carlie,” I gave a light shove on the shoulder and turned her towards the car.

She got in and she drove away.

I breathed deeply, attempting to calm myself. My cock was hard, throbbing and if it didn’t calm down, I wouldn’t be able to walk, let alone work. It took a while, longer than it should have, but when my erotic thoughts temporarily faded...I went to work.

Concentrating was impossible.

I decided against doing school or home visits, mainly for the fact that there was no way I was in any sort of state to be around other people. My team, yeah, that was fine. But a room full of strangers? No.

I wanted to be at home. I wanted to be inside my wife.

Annoyingly, due to a last minute emergency call-out, I was still assisting the team at the end of my shift. Nine pm came and went, I grew increasingly frustrated and for the first time ever, I really, really despised my job. Being a firefighter meant any plans I’d made were often thwarted because, unsurprisingly, the job didn’t come with a routine.

By eleven pm, I was exhausted, dirty and my eyes were fighting to stay open on the drive home. Frankly, all I wanted to do was strip down to my boxers, climb into bed and sleep for twenty four hours.

Pulling up outside our house, I noted all the lights were off.

Odd, I thought Carlie would be waiting up for me. Instead, I found her lying on top of the duvet on our bed, legs spread, naked other than a tiny white g-string. Strawberry flavoured lubricant lay on the bedside table, vibrator next to her hip.

She would have been the perfect vision of eroticism.

If she wasn’t snoring quietly in her sleep.

I chuckled, typical.

I stripped down to my boxers, threw back the blankets and pulled Carlie into me as I covered the both us with the duvet. She snuggled into me, mumbling under her breath.

I sighed and closed my eyes, sleep sounded amazing.