He has that mischievous but yet serious look on his face that he's seemed to master so well. I don't know how he can just offhandedly suggest something, at the spur of the moment, and mean it completely. Well, I suppose I do know how he can do that but still. He never ceases to surprise me.
"You want me here with you? As in— move here?"
"Well yeah, that's what I just said, is it not?"
"You said it but do you really mean it? Or is it just one of those things?"
His lips flatten a little bit before adding, "you have never just been one of those things. You have been everything, Monica. Regardless at how reckless I am sometimes, I am never reckless with you." I tilt my head from side to side thinking about the last few months when he squeezes my butt.
"Hey!" I swat his chest but he just rolls his eyes. "Stop grabbing my butt." He does but then smacks it with both hands before gripping it again. "Boston!"
"You act like you didn't wear this skirt on purpose." I hadn't necessarily worn it on purpose for that reason but it was the same one I wore when I visited his other shop for the first time. "And these tights?" He growls out as he jerks me up his body. "Sexy as fuck. As if you didn't know that."
"Boston!" I gasp when he plops my butt on top of a reception desk. His large hands round my knees then slide up my thighs. His thumbs are caressing the skin of my inner thighs just before the apex of them. They rub soft circles on my skin as he presses his forehead against mine. I know he wants to touch me more, wants more, but he doesn't want to push me. It's something I've always loved about him. He lets me set the pace even when I know he wants to take control.
"I've missed touching you," he murmured, making me tremble underneath his touch. I've never trembled underneath anyone like I do Boston. "I want to do things with you that we haven't done together in a very long time."
It's been since December, ten whole months, since we've had sex together. I ache for more from him too. My eyes close as I think of him taking me in different ways. I have to blow out a deep breath before opening them again.
"You know we shouldn't start that way, right?" I'm just barely able to get my words steady. "After all this time apart we shouldn't." One of his thumbs lightly rubs my slit through my underwear, making me let out a gasp of pleasure, and dampen them simultaneously. "It's going to complicate things. It's going to—" I bite at my bottom lip as his pressure increases.
"Things are already so complicated." He presses a featherlight kiss against my forehead before continuing. "We're in spousal limbo, remember? Married but not. Separated but not. Always in love with each other."
"Always." The conformation makes him groan. "There's still things we need to discuss." He works my slit a bit quicker, making my breathing quicken as well. "We," I swallow down the moan I want to let out, "we should talk."
"Baby, we can talk later. Let's just be together. We haven't been together in so long." His thumb presses against my bundle of nerves, rolling it in the most delicious of ways. I try to say something but only manage to stutter out nonsense when he slides my panties over. I'm soaking wet, which means I've effectively wrecked my underwear. "My girl, so wet for me."
My girl...
"See, that's why we need to talk before we do this." Kind of pointless really since we're already doing this. My argument barely holds any weight at all as I moan out into the room.
"You want me to stop?" He pauses and my hips rock on their own accord. My damn traitorous body. "I didn't think so," he chuckles, "has it been a while?" The way his shoulders tensed slightly at the question makes me think he knew Derek had come into my room. Maybe he'd seen him in the hallway.
But I ask anyway, "a while since what?"
"Since you've been touched?" Since another man touched you— that's what he really wanted to ask and I know it.
"Yes. It's been a while. For the record, the only man that's ever made me orgasm is you." His body practically melts in my arms. "Oh so you like that?"
"I do. I really really do." He dips a thumb inside of me and I clench round the digit automatically. "But it makes me feel selfish." Because he's been with someone else. "I'm sorry."
"I'm not going to lie, I hate that someone else has touched you, been with you." His features are regretful but I still reiterate, "I fucking hate it."
"I'm yours."
"Are you?"
"Always." His lips find mine, placing tender loving kisses there and I know it's true. "All the things, remember? Only you make me feel them." He removes his thumb and replaces it with two fingers. "Only you, Monica." His words, that deep voice, they're caressing me too, coaxing me with delicious pleasure.
"Fuck," I gasp as he curves his fingers, pressing against my sensitive spot.
I reach forward and undo his pants, relieving his strained hardened length from its confines as well. I stroke him in my hand and I never thought I would miss touching a cock so much. The softness against my palm, the veins, how hard he is for me, I love it.
"I want you so bad," he groaned out. "Baby, I need to feel you." I stroke him a little harder, thinking the same thing. I want him inside of me, need him to be, but I don't have any protection.
"Boston," I pull back from him slightly, which causes him to pause, "I don't have a condom."
"I do." He shuffles over towards a black bag that sits on a chair rather awkwardly because his pants are around ankles. The sight makes me giggle. He digs around inside then pulls out a box of condoms which is thankfully unopened. He opens it and then a packet before sliding it over himself. "Alright," he shuffles back to me, "where were we?"
"You're adorable, you know that?"
He quirks a brow. "I love you but no man wants to hear he's adorable right before he's about to go to pound town." I burst out laughing at that. "Killing the mood, McCaslin. Killing the mood."
"I'm sorry." I place a hand on his chest as I reign in my laughter. "Okay, I'm ready. I'm ready." He rolls his eyes as he strokes himself a few times.
"Thankfully, I still am too."
"Like you'd be able to get soft with this in front of you." I make a show of teasing myself, running a finger up and down my wet slit.
"Fuck," he growls out, seating himself between my thighs. I remove my finger when his cock nudges my entrance. He gives me one last questioning look, making sure this is good with me, and I nod. With my conformation he enters me, taking his time as he does so.
We both moan out low and slow, relishing in the feeling of one another. He's stretching me in ways I haven't been in so long and it feels so good. He feels so good. He always does.
His lips find mine as one of his hands travel up my shirt. Mine goes up the back of his and I want the damn thing off so bad. After tugging on it a few times he obliged.
"Miss me?" I nod, touching his chest before he brings his mouth back to mine. His lips are hungrier this time, devouring me as his pace quickens. I toss my head back with a moan feeling his fingers rub my sensitive heat in time with his thrusts. Boston nips at my neck, sucks the skin there greedily, marking me as his.
I thread my hands through his hair and tug at it before he pulls away with a mischievous look. "You're bad."
With a wolfish grin he agrees, "so bad. Don't act like you don't love it." He pinches my clit, throwing me directly into an orgasm. "That's it, baby, tighten up."
"Boston!"
"Fuck!"
He pumps wildly, so fast and unhinged, working me right back up again. I twitch and shake so hard as I hit another pinnacle, diving into my pleasurable bliss just as Boston does. We're both moaning so loud in our satisfaction, the sound reverberating through the shop. With one final thrust, Boston empties the last of himself into the condom.
"That felt so fucking good," he panted into my neck. "I've missed you so much."
My hands slide down his back limply. "My ears are ringing."
"Tinnitus from a good pounding, gotta love it." His deep chuckle rumbles against me.
"Mmm, I love you."
He takes his head out of my neck and gives me a blinding smile. "Do you now?"
"Mhmm."
"How much?"
"So much."
"I'm glad to hear it." He pulls himself out of me with a disgruntled groan. "I could stay inside you all day."
"Then do it." Both of his eyebrows raise at that which makes my cheeks flare.
"Thought you wanted to talk?" He tosses the condom into the trash bin. "Change your mind?" He slips back between my legs to lean down and bump his nose with mine. "Hmm?"
"It's not my fault you do things to me."
"All the things?"
"Yes. All of them."
"Good." He gives me a swift kiss before straightening out my skirt. "Let's talk and then why don't we go back to the hotel." He pulls up his pants, tucks himself in his underwear with a slightly scrunched face, then zips himself up. "If we figure things out I say we fuck all day."
I want to laugh at his directness but I don't because of the uneasiness in my stomach. "I don't know about that." He looks disappointed. "I don't mean the talking and sex part. I mean the going back to the hotel part."
"You don't want the professor to know we've slept together?" The hurt in his voice is subtle but apparent.
"This is why we need to talk. It's not that I'm not going to tell him but he and I need to have a conversation, clearly. Especially after we just did what we did."
"You going to tell him it was so good I gave you tinnitus?" I roll my eyes. "Let's go to the hotel we stayed in then? We could get lunch and talk first, see where everything goes. If we come to an agreement then you and I can fuck like bunnies for the rest of the day."
"You are such a romantic gentleman." He shrugs. "Alright, fine, I'm down." I pull him in for a kiss, it's slow, sensual, everything I've missed. Our tongues tangle, tasting each other. His hands slide up my shirt. But I grip both of them before they get to my breasts. "Talk first remember?"
"Yeah but—"
The door to the shop opens, cutting off Boston's words. He quickly takes his hands out of my shirt and then looks over my shoulder, going completely pale. When I turn to look I see a beautiful girl with long black and platinum hair, covered in tattoos, standing in the doorway.
"Amanda? I, uhm, I thought I told you to stay at the hotel?"
The hotel?
She's the girl he's been sleeping with.
A/N:
Cliffhanger!
*grins mischievously*
Happy hump day!