Obsession (10 page)

“Let me please you first,” Peter said. “
Bella
—you taste so sweet.”

If he kept talking like that, I might just come before he was even inside me. I stroked him again. “I’m already ready to come. I need your cock.”

“You think you will only come once tonight? I promise, you will come more than that.”

His warm breath tickled my ear, and made my body shudder again. I had no doubt that he would make me come, perhaps countless times.

I closed my fingers around his shaft and pumped him. “First, this. I’m impatient.”

Peter cupped one of my breasts, causing heat to course through my veins. “All right, sweetheart. Your wish is my command.”

I wanted to adjust my body and slip his cock into me, but common sense wouldn’t let me. I wanted to fuck him—desperately—but I couldn’t do so without protection.

I took a tentative step backward, hoping Peter would react well to what I said next. I knew some guys could forget all reason when in the throes of passion, but if he didn’t want to use a condom, then we couldn’t have sex. “I’m not on the Pill,” I said softly. “So we need to use a condom. I brought some.”

“I have some in the bedroom.” He gave me a soft kiss on the lips. “I’ll be right back.”

I watched Peter walk away. Really, I checked out his naked butt. It was muscular and firm, just like the rest of him. I didn’t think I could ever tire of looking at him.

As I waited for him to return, I settled on the sofa. I ran the tips of my fingers over my hard, swollen nipples. They were tingling from how hard Peter had sucked them.

When Peter walked back into the living room, his attention fell to my fingers fondling my breasts, and he grinned widely. “You are such a vision.”

He had the condom on, ready. I extended one hand toward him and purred, “Come to me.”

He did. Lowering himself onto the sofa, he braced his arms on either side of me to keep his upper body raised above mine. I draped one leg over his ass and ran my tongue along the underside of his jaw. I tasted a hint of salt on his skin, felt a bit of stubble. Mixed with the scent of his cologne was the faint smell of Irish Spring soap.

His cock finding my pussy, I only had a moment to ponder that this was really going to happen, that another man was about to fuck me when Peter entered me with a strong, fast thrust. Crying out, I dug my fingers into his shoulders. I hadn’t been prepared for the sensations I would feel as he filled me, how delectable another man’s cock would feel inside my pussy. My God, he was so large, so impressive. With every stroke, his cock strained against my inner walls, making me feel the utmost bliss.

“Bella…”
he murmured. “Oh, my God…”

I almost didn’t recognize the sounds of rapture coming from my mouth. They were loud, forceful, uninhibited. As Peter drove his cock into me, I moaned until I was breathless.

He was more than I’d expected, and yet, I couldn’t get enough of him. I snaked my other leg around his waist and locked my ankles together.

Peter withdrew almost completely, then entered me again with another hard thrust. My eyes rolling backward, I dug my nails deeper into his skin. With each stroke, he reached a spot deeper and deeper inside me. With each stroke, he moved faster and faster, bringing me closer to coming.

“Is that hard enough for you?” Peter asked, ending the question on a powerful thrust.

I screamed.

A groan rumbled in Peter’s chest, almost like that of a lion, and he pushed himself completely inside me and burrowed himself there. He ground himself against me, moving his cock around inside me without withdrawing.

I thrashed my head about, pressed my fingers harder against his skin.

Peter picked up the pace.

My breathing accelerated, coming in quick raspy gasps. I didn’t want to let go, not yet, but the pleasure was too intense. With Peter’s cock inside me, and the friction on my clit…

“Look at me,” he said. He kissed my forehead. “Look at me,
bella.
”

I forced my eyes open, met Peter’s smoky gaze.

“I can feel your orgasm building,” he said. He withdrew, then thrust into me again, but this time slowly. “I want to look in your eyes as you come.”

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t manage words, only passionate cries. But I kept my eyes locked on Peter’s, letting him know I would do as he asked. I don’t know why I wasn’t shy with him, why I was giving a stranger my body completely, but it felt right. There was a level of intimacy and comfort between us that I didn’t understand, but I took that as a sign that I was right where I was supposed to be.

“Are you going to come?” Peter asked between thrusts. He was moving slower now, but hitting my spot with every delicious stroke.

My head was getting light, my body growing more taut. I drew in a breath, tried to summon the energy to speak. “Almost,” I said weakly. “Almost there…”

“How about now?”

As soon as the question left Peter’s lips, he picked up his pace until he reached bionic speed. I couldn’t think anymore, only feel blinding ecstasy.

Peter lowered his head to suckle one of my breasts—hard—and suddenly I was coming, a powerful orgasm ripping through me. It felt as if my body had been pulled back in a giant slingshot and released into orgasmic orbit. I shuddered from head to toe, my moan loud, long and feral.

Peter moved his mouth from my breast to my lips, and he ravaged my mouth the way he’d just ravaged my pussy. Only when my moans began to subside and my body stopped twitching did he pull his lips from mine and look into my eyes.

And he smiled.

My body flush and sated, I grinned back at Peter. Then, giggling, I turned away.

“Why are you blushing?” he asked.

Not facing him, I shook my head. I had to press my lips together to silence my laughing. It seemed inappropriate after having a whopper of an orgasm.

“Come on,” Peter urged. “Tell me.”

“Because.” Inhaling a deep breath, I faced him. “Because I didn’t know…I didn’t think…”

“Didn’t think what?”

“That sex with you would be this amazing,” I answered, and raised my hand to his face. I stroked his jaw. “But you didn’t come.”

“The night is long,” he replied.

“How do you want me?” I asked.

“Just as you are.” Easing backward, Peter withdrew. My eyes narrowed in confusion then widened with understanding as he settled his face between my thighs.

“What are you doing?”

“Making you come again.”

I pushed my body up onto my elbows. “But what about you? You just gave me one helluva orgasm. It’s your turn.”

“When I have you in my mouth and your body is trembling from my tongue, that gives me just as much pleasure as coming.”

His words made my body quiver again. How different he was from Andrew. For Andrew, oral sex had been a chore. But for Peter, it seemed as much about my pleasure as his.

“You are beautiful,” he said. “Look how your clit is already trembling, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

I blew out an unsteady breath. It was weird to be talking to a man whose face was perched between my thighs. And yet it was downright erotic.

Peter ran his finger along my folds, groaning as he did. I could see his eyes darkening with lust, and I was riveted by how much he enjoyed simply looking at me.

I watched him slowly part his lips. Lower his head. Extend his tongue. My clit throbbed with anticipation even before he made contact with my skin.

And when he did, it was as though I’d been hit with an electric current. My body jerked, my back arched, and I balled my hands into fists.

“Relax,
bella,
” he said.

I didn’t know if I could. The sensation spiraling through me was intense, delicious, and the first touch of his tongue almost pushed me right into another orgasm. I steadied my breathing, regained control as Peter pleasured me in the most intimate of ways.

Then I started thinking.

I found myself wondering how long it would take for me to come this time, and if Peter would grow tired of eating my pussy. Maybe I
couldn’t
come again, because at the moment, my clit was hypersensitive.

Peter twirled the tip of his tongue over me, then suckled me gently. Moaning, I closed my eyes and waited for my orgasm to build.

“Relax,” Peter murmured again.

“I don’t know if I can,” I admitted. I wasn’t used to coming like this, and I didn’t know if I could let go in this way with a man I was fucking for the first time. I could count on one hand the number of times Andrew had made me come with his tongue, and I’d always felt guilty afterward, as though I’d taken too long to come. Once, Andrew had said as much, and after that I’d never asked him for oral sex again.

“You don’t enjoy this?” Peter asked.

“I do.” I exhaled loudly as he suckled me again. “I just…”

“You’re not used to this,” Peter said, a statement. “Your husband didn’t like to please you in this way.”

The comment stunned me. How did he know? In so many ways, Peter seemed to know me, and yet we’d met only days before.

I looked stunned but didn’t respond.

“It’s okay,” Peter said softly, making eye contact with me. I’m certain he took my silence as confirmation of his statement. Slowly, he slipped a finger inside me, then two. “You don’t have to be afraid with me. When I am pleasing you, there is no clock. My pleasure comes from giving you as much pleasure as you need.”

I believed him. Totally. Peter would probably spend two hours sucking and licking me if that’s what I needed to get off.

But I didn’t want that right now. What I wanted was for him to come. Maybe I wasn’t ready for the level of intimacy it would require for me to come in his mouth. The mental barriers I’d put up with Andrew weren’t going to come down so easily.

Easing my body to a sitting position, I reached for Peter. He gave me his hand. “What will please me right now is if you come.”

I sensed he was a little disappointed, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he came up to meet me. I kissed him, tasting my essence on his lips. This was foreign to me, but did it ever give me an erotic charge.

As our tongues tangled in a heated kiss, I used my upper body strength to push Peter backward. When he was flat on his back, I straddled him.

“I want to ride you,” I whispered. “And this time, I want to watch you come.”

Peter framed my face, thrust his tongue into my mouth again. He sucked on my tongue, giving my mouth no mercy. The man knew how to kiss, knew how to please.

He wrapped an arm around my waist, and before I knew it, we were both on the floor. He was still on his back, my legs still astride his waist. My mouth still fused with his.

Easing my hips up, I was the one who reached for his cock this time and guided him into me. But while I’d guided, he took command, startling me with a deep, hard thrust. I threw my head backward, a rapturous cry tearing from my throat.

The man was a machine. Hard and strong and fast and relentless. Even from beneath me, he jutted his hips up to thrust inside me at a speed my brain couldn’t fathom. Then, his cock nestled even deeper inside me than when I’d been on my back, he planted his hands on my hips and began rocking me back and forth over his cock. The friction on my clit, coupled with the way he felt inside me, had another orgasm quickly building.

“Oh, my God, oh, my God.” I was trying to breath steadily, stay in control, but I couldn’t. Nothing had prepared me for Peter’s stamina and skill. Within seconds, I was screaming as a powerful orgasm tore through me again.

“Look at me,” Peter said.

Weak and whimpering, my eyes met his. He stroked my face, pushed deep inside me, then made some sort of animalistic sound as his body began to twitch.

Locking his fingers around my head, he pulled my face to his and kissed me like a man starved as his semen spilled into the condom. Only when we were both absolutely breathless did we pull apart and gasp in air.

His cock still inside me, I rested my head against his shoulder and tried to catch my breath.

I was beyond satisfied, and yet I knew there would be more to come.

Peter had said that the night was young and I would come many times.

I knew without doubt that he was a man of his word.

The next morning, I felt like I’d put my body through a wrestling match, then a marathon, and yet I couldn’t stop smiling. My body throbbed in places I didn’t know it could throb, and I was even bruised in a few spots. The upper part of my right arm had a purplish mark, as did my right breast. My nipples were swollen and still tingled from Peter’s fervent suckling.

The man was incredible. Absolutely unbelievable. After fucking on the sofa, we moved to the bedroom where we spent three more hours trying out different positions.

Every position had been so amazing that I couldn’t pick a favorite with Peter. I only knew that I wanted to try them all again.

And again.

I glanced at the bedside clock. It was ten-eighteen. How on earth was I even up at this hour after the energy I’d expended the night before? I hadn’t gotten home until four in the morning, and quite frankly, I should be in a coma for the next few hours until my body’s energy had been replenished.

And yet I couldn’t sleep.

I threw off the covers and swung my feet over the side of the bed. As I did, I suddenly had a memory of how unabashedly I’d screamed as I came the second time, and I started giggling. Oh, God. Peter’s neighbors must have heard me. I was surprised that no one had called the police.

I’d already showered at his place—the kind of shower that had led to a quick and satisfying fuck beneath warm water—so I got up from the bed and went right to the kitchen. I needed a cup of amaretto-flavored coffee.

Probably a whole pot.

I poured the ground beans into the filter to make the coffee extra strong, then, with it brewing, I lifted the wall phone in the kitchen and dialed Marnie’s number. I couldn’t wait to tell her about how incredible my night had been.

She answered on the second ring. “Hey, Sophie.”

“Hey, girl,” I replied. “What are you doing?”

“Being lazy. I’m still in my pj’s, watching
Sex and the City
.”

On second thought, I decided that I’d rather tell her about my night in person. Heck, I just wanted the company. It was still a bit unsettling to be in this house alone. “Turn off the television and get your ass over here,” I said. “I’ve got something far juicier to tell you than what you’ll see on
Montel
.”

“Ooh. I like the sound of that. I’m on my way.”

I was finishing a second cup of coffee when my doorbell rang. Marnie had made fast work of getting over here. I placed my mug on the kitchen table and ran to answer the door.

The moment I opened the door and saw Marnie, I couldn’t stop from breaking out in a grin.

“You slut,” she said playfully. “You did it, didn’t you?”

In reply, I help up my left hand, displaying the bracelet that was once again on my wrist.

Now Marnie squealed. I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the house.

“I can tell by that smile on your face that you had a fabulous time. I want to hear every detail.”

I didn’t answer, just waltzed into the kitchen.

“Wait a minute,” Marnie said, her tone aghast. “Are you
limping?
”

Now in front of the coffeepot, I braced my hands on the counter and whirled to face her. “I’m hurting in so many places, I wonder if I shouldn’t check myself into the hospital.”

Again, Marnie squealed.

“Coffee?” I asked casually. “I know I need another cup.”

“You have any Baileys to add to it?” she joked. “I have a feeling I’ll need a drink as I listen to what you have to say.”

“I do have Baileys if you want it.”

Marnie shook her head. “I’ll take it black. And tell me what happened already.”

“When we’re both sitting.”

Impatient, Marnie thrummed her fingers on the counter as I poured coffee for both of us. The moment we sank onto the sofa in my living room, I knew she’d had enough of the waiting game.

“Okay,” she said, her eyes wide. “Tell me
everything.
”

“Oh, my goodness, where do I start?”

“Where it gets good,” Marnie answered instantly. Then she shook her head. “No, no. I’m not that depraved. Start at the beginning.”

“That
is
where it gets good,” I told her, raising one eyebrow.

“What are you saying—you walked in the door and started fucking him immediately?”

“Pretty much.”

Marnie’s eyes grew as wide as her grin.

“That’s not exactly true. We said hello, he offered me something to drink…”

“I’m sure he was the perfect gentleman. How long, how hard, how many times did you come?”

“I told you I’m hurting all over. I’m throbbing in places I didn’t even know
could
throb. As for how many times I came—it was so many, I couldn’t even begin to tell you. Seriously, the guy is like a machine. No, no. He’s like the Energizer Bunny. He keeps going and going…”

“And you keep coming and coming. Girl!” Marnie spit out a laugh, then her eyes narrowed on my mouth. “Are your lips swollen?”

Slowly, I ran a finger along my bottom lip. It was one of the parts of my body that was throbbing. “That’s not the only part that’s swollen.”

“Oh, my God. Okay, I think I’ll have that Baileys now.”

“You serious?”

“You’re damn right I am.”

I went to the fridge, retrieved the bottle of Baileys, and poured some into both our mugs.

“Seriously,” I said as I settled back on the sofa, “it went on for like five hours. I think it could have lasted longer, but I told Peter I needed to get some sleep.”

“Talk about an amazing booty call.”

“Amazing doesn’t even begin to describe it.”

“I know I shouldn’t ask this,” Marnie said. “But what the hell, I’m going to. How does Peter compare to Andrew?”

“No comparison,” I said, perhaps too quickly. “Don’t get me wrong—Andrew knows how to please me. But with Peter, the sex was animalistic. Not tender, but mind numbing. It’s exactly what I needed in an affair. Something far different than what I experienced with Andrew.”

“Sounds like you got that and then some.”

I didn’t bother to mention the other key difference between Andrew and Peter—how much Peter loved playing with my pussy. I guess I didn’t want to mention that I’d been unable to come that way, when for the first time in my life, a guy had truly enjoyed going down on me.

“Are you going to see him again?” Marnie asked.

I shrugged, then sipped more of my coffee. The amaretto and Baileys made it extra flavorful. “I don’t have his number. He doesn’t have mine.”

“You forgot to get the four-one-one?”

“I didn’t forget.”

Marnie looked at me as if I was crazy. “A booty call like that, I’d have him on speed dial.”

“We’ll see.”

“You’ll see? I know you want to see him again. I can tell by the look on your face. And if a guy had me coming countless times, I’d be calling him every night.”

“A guy like that can be addictive,” I pointed out. “You said yourself you forgave Keith so many times because the sex was so great. And in the end, you were heartbroken.”

“First of all, Keith was my husband. I married him because I loved him, not just for the sex. Second, you’re not in love with Peter. It’s all about the sex, which makes things a lot less complicated.”

“Maybe. But I don’t want to get in too deep with him…you know.”

“No, I don’t know.”

“Because of Andrew,” I explained.

“Because of Andrew?” Marnie repeated, her tone full of shock.

“Right now, we’re not together, and I’m not ready to be with him. But who knows, maybe after some time, we’ll work things out. I don’t want to be too involved with some other guy if Andrew and I are going to end up back together.”

Marnie snorted. “I wouldn’t worry about Andrew if I were you.”

Marnie’s obvious disdain for my husband made me plummet from my high over Peter. “Why do you suddenly seem like you can’t stand Andrew?”

“Uh, maybe because he fucked around on you. And maybe because of the fact that his girlfriend might sue him and you could lose everything.”

“I know that,” I said. I didn’t need Marnie to throw the painful facts in my face. “But, at least he had the decency to tell me about it. Unlike
Keith.
”

A beat passed. Then Marnie asked, “Do you really believe that Andrew told you about his affair for any other reason than because the bitch was threatening to sue him?”

Marnie’s words gave me pause. So much so that I couldn’t answer her question.

“I know you think this is just about Keith for me, that I can’t get over how he hurt me and I’m somehow projecting that onto Andrew.”

I said nothing.

“Trust me, I’m not,” Marnie went on.

“You think this is easy for me?” I asked her. “I don’t know what the right thing to do is. It’s hard enough trying to come to terms with Andrew’s betrayal, and the fact that my heart still loves him. I need you to be a friend, and support me no matter what. And if you can’t be objective about Andrew, then let’s just not talk about him. Okay?”

Several moments passed. I broke the silence. “Here I was, reliving my incredible night with Peter—and now I’m feeling like shit again.”

“There’s something I haven’t told you,” Marnie said, the words spilling quickly from her lips.

“What?”

I looked at her, but Marnie didn’t meet my eyes. And that’s when an eerie feeling started to spread through my body. I don’t know why.

“What, Marnie?” I repeated, a little anxiously. “What is it you haven’t told me?”

“I want you to ask yourself a question. Do you think this is the first time Andrew’s screwed around on you?”

“Why are you—” I stopped cold, my mouth falling open as I stared at her. The thought going through my mind…

Marnie finally met my gaze, really looked at me, and took a deep breath before speaking. “Andrew came on to me once. About five years ago.”

The words were like a knife slicing through my chest. I gasped. “No.”

“First of all, you know I would never betray you. So don’t even think it got beyond that. And in his defense, he was drunk, which is why I wrote the incident off and didn’t mention it to you.”

“He came on to you?” My voice was shaky.

Marnie nodded. “That’s why I’m wondering…was this the first time?”

I wanted to be strong in the face of what Marnie had said, but I couldn’t. Hot tears streamed down my face. “You think he’s been cheating on me all these years?”

“I don’t know,” Marnie said softly. “Honestly, I wouldn’t think him the type, but—Oh, sweetie.” She brushed away my tears. “Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. It was a long time ago, and he never did anything like that again. I don’t know why I said anything.”

“No, I’m glad you told me.” I got to my feet.

“Me and my big mouth,” Marnie mumbled. “Leave it to me to take the focus off of Peter and bring you down.”

I waved off her concern, feigning a nonchalance I didn’t feel. “No, you should have told me. I wish you’d mentioned it before. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I am deluding myself into thinking Andrew and I can resolve things.”

“I didn’t say that—”

I forced a yawn. “God, I’m exhausted. I should go back to bed.”

Marnie stood. “Shit, you’re mad at me.”

I hugged her to prove that I wasn’t. “No, I’m not.”

I wasn’t mad at her. I was mad at myself.

Mad at myself for being so naïve.