“She had more kids?”
“Yeah, she doesn’t speak to us. She doesn’t inquire about us. In essence, she has rewritten her life and we are not in it.”
“Stella, I’m so sorry. I just can’t wrap my head around that.”
“I’m not sure why. Your mom is not much better, popping in and out at all the opportune times.”
“Yeah, she liked to drop in for recitals, games, homecoming, and prom. Really, all the right photo moments, she was there to insert herself into the picture so she could show what a great mom she was to her friends. Then, she’d leave to return to her own life.”
I can’t believe the things I say to Ty. “I worry I won’t be an adequate mom. I’ve never seen one, so how will I know how to be one? I don’t count the bimbos my dad brought around that wanted the role and he denied them. I sometimes wonder if she thinks about us. Or ever feels bad? One thing I do know is karma is a bitch and what comes around goes around and you get back what you give. I actually feel for her, knowing she will get hers one day. Hell, both of our moms will.”
“Stella, you’re so caring and compassionate, your children will be lucky to have you as a mom.”
I enjoy this part the most. Our breaths start to quiet. Our eyes stay on one another’s, and the small circles he rubs on my back soothe me. My eyes feel tired, and his tell me he is too. My body is warm with our legs entwined. My hand rubs the taut muscles on his back. His shirt off is my favorite look he has. It’s quiet. Not a sound to hear, but occasionally the outside traffic.
I feel washed over with emotion. I go in search of another bag. I need to shove this down in a hidey-hole because this emotion is on the tip of my tongue as we look deep into one another’s eyes. This emotion has my body humming. This emotion would end what we have going on, from friendship to coworkers to lovers. He would end it the moment these three words left my mouth, but it’s there. Maybe the burn in my chest will subside if I say it to myself. I love him. I’ve fallen completely in love with Ty.
His eyes droop, then shut. He seems content in my arms. He was up earlier than I was this morning and just sitting in the chaise looking my way as I slept. He looked pained this morning, and it put the usual doubt in my mind that I shouldn’t have stayed. Maybe he let me stay out of convenience or obligation because he brought me home. I wonder if someone will ever love me and make me not have all these constant self-doubts. No one has so far. As a tear slides over my nose and lands on the pillow, I wonder if anyone ever will.
Three hours of uninterrupted sleep, and I feel refreshed, not as emotional, and ready to finish the day. This roller coaster is a rough ride. One minute, you are excited and climbing the slope and can’t wait for the free fall. It’s so damn exciting and scary, at the same time. Then the car slows and you’re not sure what the next turn will bring. My thoughts are interrupted when Ty comes out of the bathroom. My gaze slowly drifts over his wet hair, perfect eyes and mouth, down his hard chest and settles on his jeans that are barely hanging onto his slim hips due to the button is undone. “Hey you, did you sleep well?”
“Yeah, I did. Thank you. I feel very rested.” I get up and jump in the shower. When I get out, I’m offering him my body. I need him. I want to feel close to him and with shark week coming, today is the day. My body is on fire after seeing him get out of the shower and look so damn tempting. We have a little over an hour until Jason comes to pick up his hard copy for the band. Ty is excited for him to see it and I feel a bit nervous knowing I have to be with both men together. I want the one who doesn’t want me, and the other is beyond nice and wants me but I don’t really truly want him. Will Ty ever want more? And if not, why am I torturing myself? It’s gonna hurt. In the end, this will in fact, crush me. I want him so bad, and not only sexually, I feel physical pain in the pit of stomach.
My shower is long as my pity party plays around in my head. I thank God, no one comes to these parties. They are so damn lame and sad. I do all the normal washing, shaving, and then wrap my body in a soft white robe. I open the door so I can breathe and release the steam.
Movement in the room catches my eye as I see Ty grab a pillow and stretch out on his bed. It happens to be the wrong way with his body lying sideways and his head facing me. I giggle as he gets all comfortable tucking a pillow under his chest and chin “Why are you lying like that?”
“I just wanted a good seat for the show.”
I turn my head from side to side and look around. “I don’t see any show, dork.”
“Oh, it’s gonna be a good one. I’m staying to watch you get ready. Just act like I’m not even here.”
My eyes open wide as I think about him watching me as though he is not there. “Now that sounds exciting.” The sarcasm is dripping off my tongue.
“Well, get to it. Pretend you’re all alone. Act normal.” This is not exactly what I had in mind but I’ll play along. I walk over to the chaise where my bag is sitting and grab my lotion. I rub it on my legs and up under my robe on my arms. My hair is released from the towel on top of my head and I brush through it. I do my best to keep my eyes off the sexy man lying in his plush bed. Normally, I would have left the robe in the bathroom and strolled out naked. I’m obviously not very good at this game. I rummage around in my bag, taking my time. I know for a fact that I am going to put on my lacey red panties and bra. My heart beats fast and hard as I feel Ty’s eyes glued to my every action. “Are you doing this deliberately slow?”
I stay facing the chaise and answer him with a smile in my tone. “Maybe.” I finally pick my selection and hold them out to my side so he can see what I chose.
“Face me, Stella, so I can see you put them on.” Savoring the climbing roller coaster ride, I do as instructed and turn toward him. Doing some unnecessary fidgeting, I turn the panties right side in and step toward the bed. I lift my leg to step into them and he interrupts, “Do you always dress with your robe on?”
My voice is small as I reply. “No, normally, at my house I would leave it hanging in the bathroom.” He lifts an eyebrow and shakes his head no, as if he’s disciplining a child. I don’t know where the boldness comes from, but I have it today. If this is a show, then I must perform. I untie my robe and let it fall to the floor. I can hear his breathing pick up as he slides his eyes up and down my body. “God, you’re sexy, Stella.”
That earns him an eye roll as I stand there trembling. This is the first time he has seen me fully exposed. I wait patiently for his gaze to land back on my face. I grip the sides of my panties so I can slip them on. “Not yet, don’t put those on yet. You’re right. I have never looked at you completely naked. Put them down and come here.”
I pull in a steadying breath, lay them down, walk up to him lying on his bed, and ask, “What do you want me to do? Spin around or something?”
“Yeah, slowly.” His eyes are hooded and there is not one doubt that he wants exactly what I do. The throbbing between my legs has escalated to almost painful, and the swollen flesh is instantaneous. I do as instructed and spin slowly. When my back is to him, he says, “Stop,” I do, and it takes everything I have to stay still. My ass is literally right in his face. “Your ass has to be the most perfect ass I have ever seen. It’s not small, it’s not big. Fuck, it’s perfect for grabbing a hold of or running my tongue over.” His words are so powerful. I wish he had a clue just how powerful. I hear him shift and slip off the bed. I can tell he’s kneeling. He grabs my hips to keep my booty in his face. A bolt of electricity lights up my entire body.
Ty’s tongue is warm, and smooth as silk as I feel him glide it over my skin where my rear meets my thigh. His hands grip the front of my thighs and he pulls me back to meet his hot mouth. I moan and he continues to run his tongue up my ass cheek to my spine until his height prevents him from going any further up. His breath is hot, and his slippery tongue slowly, almost torturously slow, slides back down my backside right in the middle of my cheeks. My knees wobble as his hands spin me to face him. Those crystal blue eyes pierce mine.
Ty skims his hands up my thighs and spreads me wide. His breath is hot near my skin. “I break every fucking rule with you, Stella. What the hell do you do to me, baby girl? You and your body make me forget my boundaries. Are you okay with this? I know this is one of your limits.”
I stay stock still as I realize what he plans on doing to me. On a whisper, I reply. “Yes, I’m okay. Ty, I’m throbbing, it almost hurts it’s so intense.” His tongue darts up and brushes over my folds and a loud, “ OH,” escapes my lips as I reach for his thick head of hair and latch on.
“You’re aching, Stella? Do you want me to take that ache away?”
“Yes.”
My hips are massaged, as Ty scoots in between my feet forcing my legs to spread wide. He settles himself in between my open thighs and that is when I feel his velvety tongue again. It flicks my clitoris and then delves into my opening. I cry out at the sheer pleasure those simple actions send through my body. “Do you want me to make you come like this? With my tongue?”
“Yes, Ty.” I pull at his messy, slightly wet hair. Our eyes meet and I do as I always seem to do in this situation…beg. “Please. Please, Ty. Yes.”
I feel his chuckle vibrate my sensitive skin as he returns his face to my most intimate girly parts. “Yeah, Baby, I’m right here. I want you like this so bad. I want to know exactly what you taste and feel like in my mouth. Are you going to come against my tongue? “
I’m panting as he flicks over my swollen nub one more time and uses force to bore into my opening pushing in and out. I move with the motion as Ty reaches up to grab my hips and pulls me to match his rhythm. He stops and I whimper. “Answer me, Stella,” he demands against my skin. His tongue flicks over my clitoris with small up and down motions. All it takes are these small motions and his words to push all the warmth, want and lust over the edge. I let go, come hard, and cry out his name. My knees bend as I rock back and forth keeping his tongue brushing me over and over. My knees are weak, and I feel like I am going to buckle when he stops his attentions on that sensitive area.
“I take that as a yes, Baby, but I wanted to feel you come against me. You did that one so fast, I feel cheated.” He turns me slowly to lay me back on the bed. My ass is almost hanging off and he stays on his knees. My feet are placed on the edge of the bed and my legs are spread wide. I feel so exposed. We went from never taking my panties off to me being completely open to this man. It feels a bit overwhelming. No one has done this to me in… this way. All the delusional sated feelings I had changes to tense muscles. I slowly start to pull my legs together. “Relax,” he says in a small voice and massages my thighs. “What’s wrong, Stella?”
I pull air into my lungs, considering I was totally holding my breath. “I don’t know. I don’t have a lot of experience with this and I’m so…I don’t know…and it’s daylight. You’re seeing everything, when before, you didn’t want to see anything.”
“Stella, you’re perfect. It’s just me, Baby. You have nothing to be ashamed of or any reason whatsoever to be embarrassed. That just wasn’t enough. It happened too fast. I want to savor you this way. I couldn’t be more content that I finally get to see all of you.”
That voice, his reassuring words. I’m such a loser. It barely takes any effort and I’m so obedient to his wishes. Complete mush. My thighs slowly fall apart and I feel his lips brush up my thigh. He repeats his attentions on my other leg. Ty’s fingers slide through my folds and reignite the fire at my core. That heavenly tongue swirls at my slippery opening as I moan. He says, “Put your head on a pillow, I want you to watch me do you like this.” His lips are glistening and I’m hot and swollen. I put a pillow under my head and see he is adjusting himself. I try to see what he is doing and he’s Mr. On The Ball. “I’m gonna stroke myself and time us coming together.” I start to protest and tell him that I want a turn to do him when he is done with me, but no words leave my mouth as he slides two fingers into me and fills my throbbing emptiness.
My hips buck and his eyes leave mine as he pushes and pulls those thick fingers in and out of my opening. I keep bucking to the rhythm and already feel the excitement building. He latches on, sucks my clit into his mouth, and is relentless with that skilled tongue. I grab a fistful of comforter. My head rocks back as an overly loud moan rips from my lungs. It’s too much, with his head between my wide open thighs. The thought alone of his cock being pumped in his own hand has me on the edge. Add the way he pounds his fingers in and out of me and the tip of his wet tongue sliding over my sensitive nub. His hot breath as he pants against my skin is just the addition I need. All this motion has me full and overly stimulated. The first ripples of orgasm tear through my body. My thighs quiver, and I grab his damp hair with one hand and urge him for more. My eyes squeeze shut, and I let my release take me over. I’m loud expressing my pleasure, yet I can hear Ty come along with me, which is even more surreal. Ripple after ripple rolls through my body. I tear at the comforter and grit my teeth together.
Once I peel open my eyes, I can see the pride in his eyes as my body twitches with the unnecessary last laps at my sensitive skin. I protest as he starts to pull his fingers out. I grab him and hold them in place for just a moment longer. We went from unbelievable pleasure, to my body being slack from the feeling of satisfaction. “Slowly, please.”
“Of course, Baby.” They leave my body slowly and he slides up my side and lies beside me. His fingertips lightly brush over each nipple. I use my thumb to wipe off his mouth. Ty lays his head on my shoulder and rests his arm over my hips. We lie there for about ten minutes in silence regaining air into our lungs.
“Thank you. That …that was just amazing. I’m not sure if I am going to be able to ever move again.” My voice is low and slow. My body feels like dead weight.
“If you can’t ever move, then I guess I get to keep coming back for more and more. Your pussy tastes amazing, and when it pulses as you come….mmmm….I will definitely have no trouble keeping you satisfied.”