Chapter Eleven
I open my eyes and the sky is blue. The gray is gone, the wind has ceased, and the surf is at peace. Outside the window, a vision of a calm and beautiful blue ocean. For the first time in what feels like forever I’m calm too. My rage is gone. Was it the sex or the conversation or the simple knowledge that I want to be with Tara and Tara wants to be with me and we’ve decided to be together?
My cock is hard. First time that I’ve woken with an erection in …well since the last time I woke beside Tara. My erections have taken on a life of their own. Precious like gold, I look down at my hard cock. This morning wood shouldn’t go to waste. Lucky for me I hear the thumping of footfalls on the stairs.
I’m ready. So fucking ready. I put my arm beneath my head, propped up on the pillow, ready to give Tara the full effect of my cock and my desire. The door opens and I shift forward.
“I brought you coffee.” She holds two very full cups. She glances toward me.
I’m naked. Every fucking inch of me is buck naked and my cock is rock hard.
“I have something better than coffee.”
“Yes you do.”
I roll from the bed in all my naked, alpha-male -I’m-going -to -fuck -you -so -hard glory and take both cups of coffee from Tara. I set them on the dresser. I hope we spend enough time fucking that the coffee grows ice cold.
I turn back to Tara. She wears only a T-shirt and bedhead hair. She’s sexy. Shockingly sexy. As much as I don’t want it to, my heart pings.
I take her chin with a gentleness that escaped me since the article, but is now hitting me full in the chest. I’ve not felt kindness toward her since that fucking email on my phone telling me about her article. I pull her lips to mine and a soft gentle kiss comes from me. A kiss that says more than ‘I want you’. This kiss says I still love you. I wish my kiss said I forgive you, but it doesn’t. I don’t have any forgiveness in my heart.
Her hand slides down over my cock and she grasps me in her hand. Fuck, yes. The pressure of her hand sliding up and down my sex, yes, this is what I want. I duck my head and my lips slip over her taut nipple. Like hot sugar. I roll the flesh in my mouth and suck.
“Jake.” My name embossed with desire. My finger slides between the lips of her sex. She is hot and wet. I press my fingertip to her clit and stroke the bit of flesh. I slide two fingers deep inside her, and the muscles of her sex tighten around me.
Heat rushes through me. I release her nipple and my lips drift across her chest. Her hand grasps me tighter and she pulls away from me and backs toward the bed. She sits and I stand before her, my cock in her hand. My cock that can only get hard for her. My cock that doesn’t desire any other woman but Tara.
She lays back and guides me up over her. I kneel on the bed above her and she pulls my cock into her mouth.
Fuck. I fight every urge I have to slam down into the heat of her mouth. She is beneath me and so vulnerable. Her hands grasp my ass and she presses me forward and I go with the rhythm she directs.
Heat. Liquid heat and pure suction. Pleasure pulses through me. Locked on the place where my cock glides in and out of her lips. A tingle shoots up the back of my legs. Heat courses through my body. I won’t last long. Her tongue circles the tip of my cock. Oh, fuck. My body throbs. Her hand clasps my ass and she slowly pulls me in and out of her mouth while her lips clamp around me. She presses me forward and sucks hard on my cock.
I pull my cock from her mouth and I turn my body. I can’t continue. I want her flesh in my mouth. I need to taste her sweetness. She pulls my cock deep into her mouth and I spread her legs. Her hot sex is in front of me and I part her with my hand and stroke her with my tongue. Tara’s hips roll up and I pull her clit deep into my mouth. Her sucking increases. She likes my measured stroke. I swirl my tongue over her clit. She pulls my cock deeper into her mouth and sucks harder.
I want her. I need to be in her.
Yes, god, yes.
I turn back around and my body is over her. She is hot and wet and her legs fall open for me. Her hips roll up and down and her breath pants from her lips. She grasps my cock and presses me toward her sex. I slide in and her legs clamp around me.
Her body is ready for me. I’m on the edge and need to come. I slowly slide my cock past the ring of her sex.
“Faster, harder, please, oh my god, fuck me,” she says.
Flesh against flesh, my body slams into hers. Tara’s eyes lock on mine and in her gaze I see a thousand questions and a thousand thoughts. We are one as I move in and out of her sex. Her body fits mine and heat barrels through me and through the base of my back.
“Yes, fuck me Jake. Fuck me harder.”
I press in deeper and my body clenches.
“God yes, oh Jake, god yes.”
I grab her and roll onto my back. She’s above me, riding me. I cup both her breasts and pull her forward. This beautiful woman who is nearly maxed out on passion rides me. Ride my cock. Wonderfuck me.
“Fuck, this feels good.” I’m lost again and I grind into her sex. She pushes back and leans forward, her hands planted on my shoulders. I hear a noise. I glance past her and toward the door.
What the fuck?
A woman stands in the doorway. An older version of Tara.
I watch her watching us. Her hand clasps her throat. She doesn’t move. She makes no noise. She simply stands there and watches. I grasp Tara about to move her, when FUCK Tara shifts down on my cock and heat races through me.
I explode into Tara and she lets out a yell, her sex shivering and shaking and tightening around me. My entire body hardens. Tara collapses forward onto my chest. Both our hearts beat fast. I suck in air. Deep breaths. I pull my arm around Tara more tightly. She raises her head and looks into my eyes.
I glance past her. Empty. The doorway is empty.
“Uh, I think there was…I think someone is here.” I press my lips to her forehead. “I think your mom saw us.”
Tara’s eyes widen, then narrow. Her face tightens. “What do you mean? Why do you think that?”
“Because I saw a woman in the doorway just as we were climaxing.”
“Shit,” Tara mutters under her breath. Her jaw muscle tightens. She slides from me and is off the bed and toward the bathroom. “I’ll take care of it.” She pulls on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt form the chair on the far side of the bedroom.
“Are you okay?”
She nods, walks out the bedroom door, and I hear her walk down the stairs.
I shower. I dress. I walk down the stairs. Voices in the kitchen. Is her mom still here?
“I wanted to see you, besides your father left his raincoat here. Why didn’t you tell me you were using the condo this weekend, I never would’ve—”
“Wouldn’t what?” Tara asks, her hand on her hips. “Watch us have sex?”
“I didn’t watch you.”
“You watched nearly the entire time.”
I walk into the kitchen and am greeted by silence and irritable looks. My heart pounds and my throat tightens.
“Mom, this is Jake,” Tara says by way of introduction.
Mrs. Jennings eyes me from top to toe and then back up. Her look seems disapproving and cold, which would make sense because she just caught me having sex with her daughter. But even while her face holds judgment, I see in her eyes that look. The look I’ve caught from women for the past five years. I know that look. She’s hungry and wants what I can provide.
“Mrs. Jennings.” I reach for her hand. She shakes mine, holding it just a millisecond too long. Her gaze is just a bit too intense.
“How did you two meet?” she asks. “Wait… are you the one who—”
“Came by late one night to find Tara? Yes, that’s me.”
“Oh yes, I remember that now. Tara’s mentioned you before that even, and then after of course.”
There go Mrs. Jennings’s eyes again. Looking at me as though I’m a side of grade-A prime rib hanging from a rope in the center of the jungle cat exhibit at the zoo, and she’s head lioness.
“I see you found her.”
I glance at Tara who’s moved on from making small talk with her mother to making fresh coffee. Her face flushes a bright shade of red.
“I did indeed. And you found Mr. Jennings’s raincoat. That’s why you were here, yes?”
“Yes.” Again with the look in her eyes, but I ignore the look, and the tension, and the vibe of strange energy that bounces around this room. I know from experience that mother-daughter relationships are fraught with difficulty.
“You two enjoy the rest of your weekend together,” she says, and walks down the hallway toward the front door.
I close my eyes. Let out a breath.
Fuck.
They’ve both been Wonderfucked.