Nara

I had to hand it to him…Brodie had way more self control than I ever would have given him credit for. I mean, he’d pressed into my stomach what seemed like a very nice dick, and just when I thought I would faint from him torturing my nipple, he pulled back as it were time to go home.

Oh, no you don’t.

Not sure what came over me, but I wanted to make him feel good. No, great. And I guess I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it. I reached for his trousers and as fast as my fumbling fingers would allow, I unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped until I reached him. And oh, what a treat I discovered.

He was hard as a baseball bat and when I freed him from the tangle of shirttails and boxers, his cock bounced in freedom. I ran my hand along the shaft, which was too wide to completely close my fingers around, and marveled at the velvety softness of his skin. When I reached the head and stroked a little more gently, I could swear he growled.

“Nara. Fuck, that feels nice.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I fell to my knees and pointed him in the direction of my lips. First, I licked a drop of precum from him, and then tormented him with circles around his crown. Then I took his whole head into my mouth—only the head—and created a suction that I knew hollowed my cheeks. He looked down at me in wonder, with his hands on my head. I helped myself to his balls, which were already pulled up nice and tight.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth, and ran it over my face, dying to feel him as much as I could. He grabbed his base and gently slapped me with it a couple times, laughing.

I ran my tongue along his length, continuing to his balls, which I pulled into my mouth. I thought he was going to lose it, right then and there. And I was just getting started.

I encircled his head once more with my lips, sucking and licking only that sensitive part, while he stroked the length. Little by little I took more of him in my mouth until my lips had replaced his hand, and he banged into the back of my throat. My knees were getting sore from the hardwood floors, but truthfully, I barely felt them. My own sex was wet and hot, and more than a little achy.

I was pistoning his cock with my mouth in a steady rhythm when he pulled away from me and pulled me up by the arms. I barely knew what was happening, so engrossed I was in sucking him off, and before I knew it I stood there in nothing but my panties and high heels. I went to kick off the shoes.

“No. Keep them on.”

And so I did.

He threw off his own shoes in order to step out of his trousers, and when he did, he picked them up to fish something out of his pocket. He ripped open a condom and handed it to me.

“C’mere,” he said, leading me into the living room. There, he pushed me against my sofa.

“Put the condom on me, please,” he said quietly.

I rolled the tight latex over his engorged hard-on, and as soon as I was done, he spun me around and bent me over the sofa back. He yanked my panties over my ass and down to my knees and his fingers flew to my hungry pussy. As he explored, we both realized how damn soaked I was. It had been so long—too long—since I’d been lightheaded from the touch of a gorgeous, confident man. I’d missed it more than I’d realized.

“Are you ready, beautiful?” he asked.

“Yes,” I murmured.

He kicked my feet farther apart, and I felt him press up against my slit. I couldn’t wait to feel him stretch my pussy wide, that’s how wild he had me.

He entered just enough to open me. I gasped at the sensation.

“You all right?” he whispered in my ear.

“Yes. It’s good. Give me some more.”

And he did, sinking deeper inside, just an inch at a time, allowing me to accommodate his girth. One last push, and his balls bounced against my clit.

“God baby, you’re tight,” he said.

He was seated in me to the hilt, just holding himself there, while an orgasm built in me. I hadn’t known I could come without pumping, but my pussy contracted until I exploded over his thick hardness, bucking my head and screaming his name.

Just as I began to quiet, he began to pump, plunging in and out of me until another orgasm built and I was bucking and screaming all over again. I couldn’t see or think, or even speak. All I could do was mindlessly feel him inside me, and the resulting, delicious sensations that exploded in every cell of my body and to the end of every hair.

In my delirium Brodie swelled inside me and convulsed into shudders.

“Yeah, it’s so good. Baby, it’s so good,” he murmured as his pumping slowed. He held me from behind with a hand on each breast as he emptied himself. His hand ran up to my mouth, and a finger found its way to my lips, tickling them lightly. He pulled out of me, discarded the condom, and pulled us down to lie on the sofa. We dozed.

When I woke, Brodie had pulled a throw over me and was dressing.

“Where are you going? What time is it?” I asked, sitting up, groggy and sore.

“Not too late. Around eleven p.m. You have a big day tomorrow, and I do too. I’m gonna head home. And I’ll call you later.”

He sat down next to me on the sofa, smoothing the mess that was my hair away from my face. No one had ever looked at me like that—as if he knew me, and could really see me—but also with an intense curiosity, as if he wanted to know more.

Wow. Just wow.

As the door closed behind him, I lay there on the sofa where he’d left me, disheveled as hell with lipstick smeared down my chin, my ponytail decimated, and a warm ache in my pussy.

But I came to my senses and ran to the front window to spy on him as he climbed into a cab; he must have sent the limo driver home long ago. He cut quite a figure with his height and broad shoulders in his perfectly fitted dark suit. I felt a little pang watching him pull the door closed. But just as he pulled away, he rolled down his window and took a last look at my place.

I wondered if he saw me, because a text came in moments later.

g’night beautiful. c u soon.

I didn’t answer. I wanted to play it cool. I’d thrown myself on enough men with disastrous consequences and didn’t want to humiliate myself again.

* * *

I slept like the dead, and when my phone rang at midnight, it scared the wits out of me.

“Hello? Hello?” I croaked. I reached for the glass of water I kept on my bedside, but in my clumsy sleepiness sent it flying to the floor. I struggled to sit up and wipe off the nightstand before I had the presence of mind to wonder who the hell was calling so late.

“Nara? Nara is that you?” I wasn’t awake enough yet to identify the caller, but it was an accent from my past.

“Yes, this is Nara. Who’s this? Did something happen to my mother?”

“Nara, calm down! It’s Becca Kates.”

Ohthankgod.

“Becca, why are you calling me so late? It’s midnight here.”

“Oh my goodness. I forgot about the time change. I’m so sorry! I always do that to you, don’t I? Listen, how ’bout I call you back tomorrow?” she offered.

“No, it’s okay. I’m awake now.” Did I hear a baby crying in the background? “Becca, is that a baby? I thought your kids were older now.”

She laughed. “You’re right. The older ones are, well, older. I had another baby since we last spoke, sweetheart! In fact, I just got him down, and now he’s crying again. Bill!” she screamed into the phone. “Honey, go get the baby.”

All the commotion made my ovaries shrivel.

“Nara, I’ll get right to the point since I’m calling you so late.”

“Okay.”

“Are you comin’ home for the reunion or not?”

Oh shit. The damn reunion.

But before I could come up with another good excuse—I’d already used several—she continued. “Now look, I know you have to come a long way. But you can stay with me and Bill and the kids if you don’t want to stay at your mom’s house,” she offered. The dread that came with even considering attending the reunion left me in goose bumps.

“Gosh Becca. I’m not sure I’ll be able to come back for that.”

“What? You’re kidding, right? Everyone’s gonna be there. It’ll be the party of the year!” she insisted.

Was she kidding, asking me if I was kidding?

Of course not. Because for her, it would be the party of the year.

The old guilt had been building, and now, it lodged somewhere in my gut, like a huge ball of something toxic. Could I actually tell her I didn’t want to go without insulting her? No, impossible.

But she was more than oblivious to my apprehensions. I mean, how could I go back there and tell everyone about my new life as a CEO and entrepreneur in New York City? For one, they’d look at me like I had three heads. And second, I was afraid of rubbing it in their faces—I’d gotten out, and they didn’t. Then, there were the fuckers I’d slept with. Thank god I hadn’t gotten pregnant. I might never have escaped.

“Becca, can I let you know later whether I’m coming? And if I can’t make it, I promise to come home another time. I’d like to see you and Bill. And the kids.”

“All right, sweetie. But let me know soon. I know these tickets are gonna sell out, and I want to make sure we have one for you. I’m head of the committee again in case you didn’t know,” she said. The crying started up again. I guess Bill wasn’t that good with babies. Too bad she wasn’t closer. She’d be a perfect test mom for Mommy Knows.

“Good for you, Becca. You’re always so organized and smart.” Actually, I’d had to help her through algebra, and she’d only squeaked by with a D.

“Sorry I woke you. I’ll let you go. I need to go get my baby, anyway. Bill couldn’t change a diaper if his life depended on it. Oh! Speaking of which. You datin’ anybody?” she asked.

“No. No, I’m not.” She didn’t need to know about Brodie, and she certainly didn’t need to know about Simon. That story would make her head explode. Green card marriages just didn’t happen in places like where I grew up.

“Good night then,” she sing-songed.

After that disruption to my evening, I couldn’t get back to sleep. I tossed and turned, tormented by the thought that I’d gotten a life Becca never could have imagined. Granted, I’d made it happen with hard work, and a little selling of my soul—as in the marriage to Simon—but was it fair?

On the other hand, she could actually be perfectly happy with her life. Hell, maybe she felt sorry for me, living up here in the big, bad city with no husband or kids.

Without the money from Simon, none of it ever would have happened. But look where I was now. That was what happened when you sold your soul.