Complicated (2 page)

They stumbled over toward the bed, still
kissing and groping each other. After a lot of fumbling, Victoria managed to
push Greg’s suit jacket off over his shoulders, but he wouldn’t release his
hold on her ass to let the jacket fall to the floor.

Realizing through her hot haze that she
could take him inside her sooner if they managed to get some of their clothes
off, Victoria gave up on the jacket and bent her leg up behind her. She tried
to pull off her high heel, but it had a Mary-Jane strap and wouldn’t slide off
over her arch.

She gave a frustrated huff that ended as a
grunt when he claimed her mouth in another hard kiss. This time, he threw her
off balance, and they both tumbled onto the bed.

She landed on her back, her bottom halfway
off the edge of the mattress. Giving up on her shoes, she instead fumbled
between their bodies in an attempt to unfasten his pants.

He was fully erect—his arousal tight in his
trousers. And she was just as aroused as he was, her pussy wet and aching
between her legs.

While she worked on the front of his pants,
Greg grabbed fistfuls of her skirt and hiked it up over her hips until it was bunched
around her waist. With her legs freed from the straight skirt, she wrapped them
tightly around his hips, still wearing her stockings and shoes.

She released a victorious exclamation when
she finally managed to free his cock from his trousers. It was hard, warm, and
heavy in her hands. She loosened her legs around him to give him some room to position
himself between her thighs.

He was farther off the bed than she was,
bracing himself with his feet on the floor. It couldn’t have been a comfortable
position, but he was too caught up in lust to care. He used his hand to align
himself at her entrance, his eyes raking over her flushed, eager face and her sprawled
body in her disarranged clothes. “You ready for me?”

“God, yeah!”

She tightened her legs around him, her heels
digging into his ass as he moved her panties aside and pushed his erection into
the wet pliancy of her body.

She sucked in a sharp breath of relief at
the thick, tight penetration, but she didn’t have time to adjust to the
sensations before he pulled back and pitched his hips forward again.

“Oh God!” she cried out as the force of his
thrust shook the bed, jiggled her body, sent jolts of pleasure shooting out
from the connection.

He reared up on straightened arms—his hands
firmly planted on the bed on either side of her shoulders—and then thrust
again, levering up on the in-stroke.

“Fuck, oh fuck!” She was babbling, and her
voice growing increasingly loud, but she couldn’t help it. Overwhelmed by the
sight of the tense, primal expression on his handsome face above her, Victoria
fell headlong toward climax, spiraling faster on each strong stroke of his cock.

Greg made a throaty sound—maybe pleasure,
maybe frustration—and adjusted his stance to give himself more leverage. He was
still mostly dressed in his sophisticated suit and tie, a fact that made the
whole thing even hotter for Victoria.

She’d never seen Greg like this before. He
was a mature, cultivated, well-respected man, and he’d always treated her with
a teasing kind of care and appreciation.

He’d never been this wild. This out of
control. Like an animal, his expression almost feral as he drove himself into
her.

Soon she was crying out helplessly as her
pleasure began to overwhelm her. Her head tossed desperately on the bedding as
she clawed lines down the back of his jacket.

Greg paused with an agonized grunt, buried
deep inside her. “Is it too hard?” he gritted out. There was perspiration
beading on his forehead and at his hairline, and the line of his jaw was so
tightly clenched she could see the tension in the muscles of his face.

“No,” she choked out, trying to pump her
hips to get him moving again. “It’s so good. Don’t stop!”

He made a sound that was almost like a growl
and pitched his hips forward again.

“Yeah!” she gasped, her spine arching
instinctively off the bed. She was sweating beneath her blouse and jacket and
was still trying to dig her heels into his ass for more stability. “Hard!
Fast!”

Greg picked up his speed until the bed was
shaking wildly, the headboard banging against the wall and the springs
squeaking in loud resistance. Victoria’s whole body was bouncing, her breasts
jiggling and her clit getting delicious, indirect stimulation.

She stopped trying to smother the sounds of
her response. She cried out in loud, frustrated abandon as he worked her up
toward climax. Every time she tossed her head, more of her hair slipped out of
her once neat chignon.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, grunting as he
concentrated on every hard thrust. “You feel so good.”

She whimpered in response. Then gave a sob
of pleasure on his next stroke in.

“Can you get your legs higher?” His voice
was strained, and his hot gaze so possessive she might as well be naked.

She tightened her thighs and managed to get
her heels even higher up his back. The move caused him to sink into her even
deeper.

“Fuck, baby, that’s so good.”

Victoria was afraid she would melt from
pleasure, heat, and a self-conscious kind of pride. She’d been quiet and
bookish all of her life, competent and committed to her career. She’d dated on
and off but nothing particularly exciting. Everyone had always treated her like
the shy girl-next-door.

She’d never dreamed she could make a man
look and sound the way Greg did at the moment.

Like he might swallow her whole.

He continued his strong, rhythmic thrusts,
although he was now just pushing inside her without pulling out very far.

The intense sensations, the erratic bouncing
of the bed, the feel of his hot, heavy body above her and the knowledge of how
far he was out of control all combined to send Victoria mounting even higher toward
an shattering orgasm.

Her loud cries turned into harsh, choppy
sobs as all the muscles in her body tightened.

“That’s right, baby.” He gave a few last
rough pushes inside her. “Come for me.”

She came, her body freezing in an
involuntary arch before the spasms of pleasure sliced through her.

Greg pushed against the contractions of her
pussy and forced out a series of low, rough exclamations as his own tension
finally released as well.

They both came hard, leaving them breathless
and exhausted as they finally collapsed in a heap of limbs and damp clothing.

“Wow,” Victoria croaked, buried beneath
Greg’s warm weight.

“Yeah.” He was panting against her neck,
occasionally pressing his lips softly against her skin.

“I guess winning an election makes you
horny.” Her words were light in an attempt to find the pleasant balance that
had always sustained their casual, sexual relationship.

“Something like that.”

Victoria winced as he moved above her. Her
back was stiff, her thigh muscles were sore, and her pussy would be raw after
that kind of sex.

Evidently sensing her discomfort, Greg
lifted up and slowly pulled his softening cock out of her wet, sensitive
channel.

She couldn’t stifle a moan as she
straightened her legs and tried to sit up.

“All right?” he asked, his observant eyes
watching her closely.

“Yep.” When she managed to sit up, she had
to close her eyes at the resulting dizziness. After a moment she recovered and
looked down at her damp, crushed outfit. “My poor suit.”

He chuckled and stood up. Since his trousers
were halfway off already, he let them fall to the floor and then stepped out of
them with his shoes. Pulling off his tie and jacket, he headed toward the
bathroom. “It looks pretty good to me.”

“Smug bastard,” she said without any heat.
“You could have at least let me take off my shoes before you fucked me like
that.”

She heard the water running in the bathroom before
he came out wearing just his boxers.

He was a well-built man with broad
shoulders, fine arms, and tight belly. The dark hair on his chest tapered down into
an irresistible line that disappeared into his waistband. She discreetly leered
at him as he came back over to the bed.

He grinned, his smile crinkling his rugged
face. “What are you complaining about? You’re not the one who’s going to have
bruises on his back from those damned heels of yours.”

He was teasing, but Victoria stood up and peered
at his back. The skin had reddened into angry streaks where she’d dug her heels
into his flesh. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

Greg just chuckled and stretched out on the
bed, looked pleased, sated and relaxed. “I’m not.”

She stood beside the bed, fidgeting with her
wrinkled clothes, suddenly a little awkward. She rubbed her thighs together inconspicuously,
feeling kind of sloppy from what was left of Greg’s semen between her legs.

They’d used condoms at the beginning, but
now they relied on Victoria’s birth-control, since neither was fucking anyone
else.

She went to the bathroom—to clean herself up
a little and to ease her strange awkwardness.

When she returned, Greg was propped up on
one elbow, obviously waiting for her. “Why don’t you spend the night?” he
suggested, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. “It’s almost two, and you
look tired.”

Victoria swallowed and tried to think
quickly. Their relationship was just about sex. They’d never spent the night
together, and his invitation made her heart race with nerves. Not because she
thought he had ulterior motives—she knew he was just being friendly and
generous—but because she was always careful to avoid anything that would make
her treat their relationship as something deeper than it was.

They were both happy with casual sex. But
she had to work very hard for it not to get complicated—at least, as far as her
feelings were concerned.

But Victoria was tired, and the big bed—especially
with Greg’s handsome, nearly naked form in it—looked incredibly inviting. And
for some reason she really wanted to stay the night with him.

“Well,” she began, fiddling with one of the
buttons on her jacket.

Greg stretched a hand toward her in
invitation, grinning at her beguilingly.

She relented without any more of a struggle,
letting him pull her down into the bed beside him. She giggled, resisting as he
tried to roll her into an embrace. “You can at least let me take off my shoes
now
.”

Greg grumbled under his breath but relented,
contenting himself with leering at her as she bent up each leg in turn and
unbuckled her shoes, dropping them over the side of the bed.

When she started to take off her lace-topped
thigh-highs, he propped himself up on one elbow and objected, “Leave them on.”

She raised her eyebrows. “What exactly do
you have in mind? A man of your advanced years shouldn’t strain himself, you
know.”

He just laughed and gently stroked his
fingers along the line of her leg.

Victoria was thirty-one. Greg was
forty-three. She liked to tease him about the difference in their ages—knowing
he wasn’t a bit insecure and would never be hurt or offended by it.

Greg was the most confident, self-contained
man she’d ever met. It was nice not to have to worry about wounding a delicate
male ego, which she’d had to stress about in every previous relationship.

He moved above her and nudged her up so he
could pull off the jacket of her vintage suit. Then he started to work on the
tiny buttons of her pink silk blouse.

She relaxed and let him undress her. And
only after he’d removed her skirt, leaving her in just stockings and her
matching bra and panty set, did she say, “Seriously, though. You were rather,
er, vigorous before. I’m not sure I’m up for any more thrusting tonight.”

He gave a huff of amusement and mouthed her
breast softly through the satin of her bra. “That’s all right,” he murmured.
“I’m not going to be
up
for anything for a while anyway.”

“Then what are you doing?” She arched up as
he suckled her nipple through the damp fabric, her body responding immediately
despite the powerful orgasm she’d just had.

“Amusing myself before bedtime.”

She couldn’t help but giggle at his dry tone,
but she didn’t argue anymore. He took off her bra and worked over her breasts
for a while until she was breathless and newly aroused. Then he slowly made his
way down to her belly and spent some time kissing and stroking it.

Her belly wasn’t as flat as she’d like it to
be, but he didn’t seem to mind. He mouthed the soft flesh with gentle skill
until he’d reached the waistband of her panties.

“Greg,” she groaned, closing her eyes and
tossing her head back and forth against the pillow. “Greg, can you… I need…”

She parted her thighs and gave a harsh sigh
of relief when she felt him nuzzle between her legs. He mouthed her intimate
flesh through the satin of her panties until the fabric was moist and Victoria
was moaning in sensual torment.

He spread her thighs farther apart and used
his tongue to stroke open her folds through her panties. Then he closed his
lips around her clit, finding it even through the barrier of the fabric.

He sucked, the additional stimulation from
the wet satin making the whole thing even more pleasurable.

Victoria wriggled in response to the
sensations and stared down at his head between her thighs. Saw his thick dark
hair, flecked slightly with gray. Saw his mouth against the white satin of her
panties.

She came with a long, lingering moan and
then felt a warm flush of satisfaction spread over her entire body.

“Thank you,” she murmured as he pulled
himself up and stretched out beside her again.

“You’re welcome.” He settled her against
him, his arm tucked snugly around her. “Men of my advanced years tend to be
pretty good at that.”