Unforgettable You (Me, You, and Us Book 2) Page 8

  Now I’m grinning so wide that my cheeks hurt. “I’m smiling right now because I’m talking to you. So, I was wondering, want to go to dinner tomorrow night? Something casual, pizza or something, since it’s a work night, then back over here to watch a movie?”

  “Oh, I can’t.” Uh-oh. Am I getting the brush-off so soon? If so, it’s a record set. “We’ve got a visiting researcher coming in and I promised my supervisor that I’d help her get settled in her apartment. I’m going over to help her unpack boxes. I’ll have to do that the next night too. But the night after that I’m finally free. If she’s not done by then, she’ll just have to get someone else to come and help her. I have a life too.”

  “Okay, so Wednesday night, pizza and then a movie over here?” My fingers are crossed.

  “Yes! But let’s not go out. Let’s order the pizza in so we can stay there all evening.” She waits. Then I finally get it.

  “Oh! Yeah, okay, that’s great. And you’ll bring stuff so you can go to work from here the next morning, right?”

  I hear her let out a tiny giggle. “If you want me to.”

  “Trust me, I want you to. I always want you to.”

  “Always is a pretty decisive word,” she snickers.

  “I’ve always been a pretty decisive guy,” I counter. She stops snickering.

  When I call her the next evening, the first thing she says is, “Hang on. Let me get my Bluetooth.” I hear a lot of noise, and then she says, “Can you hear me?”

  “Yeah. That’s better.”

  “Yeah. I need my hands free.” I hear paper rattling and then she says, “No, this is a box full of stuff that I think belongs in the bedroom.” There’s some more chatter in the background, and when it ends, she says in a voice so low that I can barely hear her, “Oh my god, this is a mess. I’m glad I only agreed to help for two nights. I couldn’t do any more than that.”

  “Good. Because I miss you.”

  “I miss you too.”

  I’m trying hard not to laugh when I say, “And I want to fuck you.”

  “Oh, that’s nice,” she says, and I know the other person is somewhere near.

  “Yeah, and I want to eat your pussy until you scream.” I’m really working to not laugh.

  “Well, same here.”

  “I don’t have a pussy.” Now I am laughing – I can’t help it.

  “I know that, dear.” She sounds a little put out, and I just laugh harder.

  “Oh, now I’m ‘dear?’ Aren’t we grumpy? Guess you get that way when you haven’t had enough cock in the last twenty-four hours.”

  A little growl comes through the phone. “You are going to get me in so much trouble.”

  I’m laughing so loud that I can’t believe the other person there can’t hear me through the phone. “You know, I’ve been intending to talk to you about something. I think it’s about time I took that pretty little ass of yours. I think I’d like to bury this big tool of mine in that beautiful little back door of yours, sweet cheeks. Whaddya say? A professional ass fucking will do you a world of good!”

  “Steffen, you’re incorrigible.”

  “Yeah, but I’m cute!” I’m also gasping for breath.

  Her voice softens. “Yeah, you are. You’re really, really cute.” She pauses, and then she whispers fast and loudly, “And one helluva fuck. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.” And the phone goes dead.

  I drop it on the sofa and double over, rolling around on the cushions. She’s gonna kill me, I’m pretty sure, but that was a lot of fun. At ten thirty, my phone rings. “Yes, dear?”

  “You think you’re pretty funny, don’t you?” She’s trying to pretend she’s mad, but I can hear her chuckling.

  “A real riot. Oh, and I meant part of what I said.”

  “Which part?”

  “Let’s see . . . the parts about eating your pussy, and the part about ass fucking you.”

  “Oh, is that right?”

  “Yeah, it absolutely is. Good thing you’re not here.” I’m still chuckling.

  “Oh? And why is that?” Something sounds wrong. I can’t figure out what it is, but it just doesn’t sound right.

  “Because if you were here, I’d do everything I said I was going to, and I’d do it to you right now.” About that time, the doorbell rings. “Hang on. Door.”

  I look through the peep hole and then start to laugh. When I open the door, there she stands, phone in hand, and I realize the seemingly odd quality to the call was because I could also hear her outside the door and didn’t realize it. “Can I come in?”

  “I don’t know. Do I want you to?” She’s got on a short trench coat, and she opens the front.

  She’s fucking naked underneath.

  Well, that cut my decision-making time drastically. “Yes. I absolutely want you to. Get in here.” I yank her by the arm into the house, slam the door shut, and pin her against it, crushing her mouth with mine. She’s mumbling into my lips and waving her arms around. “What?”

  “Let me take off the coat!”

  I shake my head. “No. I like it. Makes you look all mysterious, like a spy or something.”

  “I’m afraid we’re about to ruin the lining.”

  “Yes, I think we probably are. I’ll buy you a new one.” I smash her against the door again, then lift her and wedge her between my body and the door so she can ratchet her legs around my waist like a vice. One arm under her ass, I manage to reach into my pocket and hand her a foil-wrapped condom with the other. “Here. Unwrap this while I release the animal.” I undo my belt and fly, then push my boxer briefs down until my cock springs free. Once I get the condom rolled on, I bury myself in her with one swift stroke. She cries out as I take her rough and fast, and there’s nothing in the world that I want to do more than fuck this girl, right here, right now. With my face pressed into her neck, I moan out, “God, Sheila, you’re killing me. Your body’s like a drug.”

  She takes my face in her hands, kisses me lightly, and snarls out, “Just fuck me.”

  And I do. I fuck her so hard I’m pretty sure her teeth are rattling. She bounces up and down from the force and occasionally mutters, “Oh god,” or, “Damn, Steffen.” With every stroke, her tits bounce a little, and occasionally I catch a nipple in my teeth and give it a nip, which makes her yell. I like that a lot. I’m banging her like a barn door in a tornado when she cries out, “Oh, damn, Steffen, I’m coming!” I don’t try to tell her to wait or stop or anything, just let her go, and when she grips me, I come too. I swear, it was so hard and fast that I think I smell smoke.

  “Good god, girl, this is what you get when you show up on my doorstep like that.” I carry her to the sofa and let her perch her ass on the back, then pull out of her.

  “That means I’ll do it more often.”

  “Won’t hurt my feelings at all.” I lean down to her and kiss her, my hand wrapped around the back of her head. When I break away, I smile at her. “Hi there.”

  “Hi. Surprised?”

  “Very. Pleasantly. Have you eaten?”

  “Yes. Have you?”

  “Yeah. About two hours ago. Unless you can think of a reason why I shouldn’t, I’m taking you to the bed and fucking the hell out of you for the next two hours.” I wait. “Gimme a reason why I shouldn’t.”

  “Uh, I can’t think of one,” she sneers.

  “Well, okay then. A fucking you’ll get.” I just pick her up and carry her, arms wrapped around my neck, down the hallway to the bedroom and climb up into the middle of the bed with her. Once I’ve deposited her there, I start stripping off my clothes until I don’t have any more to strip off, and she’s out of that coat and naked as the day she was born. My mouth waters. “And I meant what I said earlier.”

  To my amazement, she rolls over, draws her knees up, and plants her forearms on the mattress. “Fuck it. I’m ready.” I can’t move, I’m so shocked. “Well? It’s waiting for you. It’s tighter than my pussy and twice as hot.”

  That draws m
e out of my stupor. I manage, “Uh, uh, hang on,” and reach for a condom, then grab a tube of gel lube and slather some on. This is foreign turf for me with her, and I open her cheeks and take a good look.

  Beautiful. The perfect rosette. I squeeze some of the lube out and into her crack, then put the cap back on and start to work it into her hole. I run one finger in, then two, and I swear she’s so tight that I think I hear it squeak. “Do this often?”

  “Never.”

  I feel kind of lightheaded. “Whaaa???”

  “Anal virgin. And I’m giving it to you. I hope you appreciate that.”

  Mind spinning, I reach between her legs. “Then you’re going to come before I take it.” I start flicking her clit and she lets out a scream. Three minutes later, she convulses, her whole body twitching, and I only let it go on for a few seconds. I’m in a hurry, dammit. This has never happened to me before, and I want to get to it. “Ready?”

  “I have no idea how to be ready for this, so yeah, I guess so.” I press two fingers in again and she doesn’t make a sound. After a few minutes of working it, I press the head of my cock to her tiny sphincter. I start to work my way in and she calls out, “Oh, sonofabitch.” Once I’ve managed to get through the initial barrier, I hit the second ring of muscles, and that’s harder. She’s panting and groaning, but I press on, literally, until I feel my shaft glide on through. That draws an, “Oh, damn!” out of her.

  I finally stop. “I’m all the way in, baby. You sure you want this?”

  She doesn’t hesitate. “Yes. I absolutely do. Do it. I want to know what it’s like.”

  “Okay, here we go.” It’s been at least a minute, so she should’ve gotten a chance to adjust to me a little. I draw back, then plow into her.

  “Oh, shit! Oh. My. God. Damn.”

  “You okay?”

  “Oh, yeah. Fuck me.”

  “I can stop if . . .”

  “No, I meant that literally. Fuck me!”

  Oh. She meant that literally. “Well, okay then, I’ll do that.”

  I set about fucking her ass aggressively, and she’s crying out and screaming, but every time I ask, “Do you want me to stop?” she yells back, “Fuck no! Give it to me!” I’m not sure what she’s trying to do, but I’m wondering: Is this her anal version of ripping off a Band-Aid? I’m pretty sure it is. I try a couple of different angles and then just decide to go with whatever feels good to me because she’s making so much noise that I can’t gauge what she’s enjoying and what she’s not. It’s a fair assumption that if she’s not threatening to kill me, it must be okay.

  She’s fallen to just moaning, and I’m getting so close, so damn close, and I want her to come with me, but I’m pretty sure she’s not going to. “Are you close, angel?”

  “I have no idea,” she pants back, “but this is good.” That’s a shock; I thought she was just tolerating it at best. All of a sudden, she comes out with, “Ohhhh, gawwwwd, ohhhhhhh, STEFFEN!” I’m pretty sure she just ripped my sheets, and her face is buried in the mattress as her body stiffens and shakes. Well, then; that must’ve been okay. About that time, I turn loose, and next thing I know, we’re on our sides on the bed, my cock still buried in her ass.

  And I manage a breathy, “What the hell?”

  “God. Oh my god. Let’s do that again.”

  Now I can’t help it; I start to laugh. “You’re going to have to work on your delivery, because I’m the most confused sonofabitch in the world right now. I thought you were hating this and then you just went crazy!”

  “Would you please just wrap your arms around me, kiss the back of my neck, and be still and quiet for a second?” she growls out.

  “Yeah, okay, arms, neck, quiet. Got it.” I do exactly as she said, um, asked, and we both get still and quiet.

  I wake up about an hour later, soft but still inside her, and she rouses a little when I pull out and head to the bathroom. I drop the condom in the trash can and take a leak. When I come back, she’s rolled to face me. Even in the dim light, her eyes are bright as she looks back into mine. “You okay, baby?” I ask her, stroking her cheek.

  “Yes. I’m excellent. You?”

  I just grin. “I’m excellent too. You liked that?”

  “I’ll like it better when I’m more accustomed to it, but yes, I did. What I liked most was that I was doing it with you.” She snuggles closer to me and whispers, “Steffen, I’m falling in love with you.”

  “I’ve already been there and bought season tickets,” I whisper back.

  “Good. I just wanted to know you’d be there with me.”

  I smile into her hair. “Always.”

  About halfway through work the next day, I get a text and have to grin.

  I’ll be too late to do pizza this evening. BTW, I’m having trouble staying in one place because sitting is kind of uncomfortable. Is this normal?

  So I text back.

  Yes. Especially if you’ve never before been fucked in the ass by a cock as big as mine. Which you haven’t. Few have. Lucky you.

  I can just hear her laughing through the text. In about ten minutes, I get another one.

  There’s a conspicuous absence of your large cock in my asshole. Is this normal?

  I’m shaking with silent laughter when I text her back.

  Only for those who can handle a cock as large as mine up in them. And apparently you can. You’re doubly blessed.

  The next one comes in a minute later.

  Fuck you, Steffen.

  I text back.

  No, fuck you, Sheila. Hard. In the ass. Over and over.

  And this is the reply I get two minutes later.

  Okay. Talk to you later, baby.

  I just smile as I text back. God, she’s amazing.

  Yeah, angel, talk to you later. xoxoxoxoxoxo

  Hers?

  Mwah!

  I send her a text that evening at eight.

  Hey, are you still working or can you talk?

  When I don’t hear anything, I try again.

  Are you okay?

  And I get this reply.

  I’M TRYING TO DRIVE. I’m on my way. Just hang on.

  Good. I’m pretty happy about that.

  Ten minutes later, I hear her car alarm chirp and I go to the door and open it. She marches up the steps with two huge bags in her hands. When I give her a weird look, she says, “German food. Bratwursts, Reubens, all kinds of German food. I’m hungry.”

  “Me too!” We unpack the sacks and boxes and get some plates. While she’s plating the food, I get some drinks and silverware. Food on the table, we sit down and take up forks. It’s absolutely delicious. I’m stunned and grateful.

  I feel her hand on mine and I look up. There’s this sincerity there when she says, “You know, I didn’t even ask you if you wanted me here or if you were doing something else. That was really rude of me. I can go if you want.”

  I’m sure my smile is sad when I look at her. “No. I don’t want you to go. There’s nothing I could be doing that would be more important than spending time with you.”

  “Wow. Thanks. You just made my day.” She takes another big bite of the brat that she’s cut up.

  “Thanks. You made my day by being here.” The Reuben is excellent, and I’ve got about half of one down. “What made you think of German food?”

  “Because I was looking up your name on the internet today to see where it came from, and it’s German.”

  “That’s because all of my grandparents were. They immigrated to this country when my parents were both small.”

  “Both families?”

  “Yup. Both families. But they didn’t wind up in the same neighborhood until my parents were in their teens. They started dating in high school and never dated anyone else. It was just the two of them until he died.”

  “Oh my god.” Every ounce of sadness in the world seems to be on her face. “That’s so sweet and so sad.”

  “Yeah.” I swallow hard. “We were close. He and
I used to go to ball games all the time. I really miss him. So does my mom. Both of your parents still alive?”

  “Yeah.”

  Then I realize something. “You know, I have no idea how old you are. I know Trish is late forties, early fifties.”

  “I’m forty-two.” She takes another big bite of schnitzel.

  “I’m forty-five. And I think we both look damn good for our ages.”

  “Me too.”

  “Hey, want to go to the club tomorrow night?”

  A big smile spreads across her face. “Yes! Let’s! I’d love that. I have some new stuff to wear too.”

  I shoot her a look. “I’m your Dom. I should approve it before you wear it.”

  “You’re my Dom?” She grins.

  “Yes. I’m your Dom.” Then I level my gaze at her. “Don’t be a brat. I don’t want to have to spank you, but I will if it’s necessary.”

  She shakes her head. “Wow. That would be a shame.”

  “Yes, wouldn’t it?” I’m giving it my best effort as I try hard not to laugh, but it’s impossible to suppress it. “Do you have any idea how much fun you are?”

  “In bed or out?” she smirks.

  “Yes.”

  “Awwwww, thanks! How sweet!” As she moves some food around on her plate, she says, “You’re getting a blow job tonight.” I drop my head and start to laugh. “What? What’s so funny?”

  “You.” Our eyes meet and I hope she can see in mine all the feelings I have for her, bouncing around and careening off each other inside me. “The conversations we have are priceless. No one would believe some of them if I told them.”

  “I know. So eat your dinner. You had one more sausage than I did, so I want yours to make up for it.” She grins and winks at me.

  I’m laughing so hard that tears are almost rolling down my face. When I finally pull myself together enough to speak, I say, “I’d rather spend time with you than to do anything else on earth, no matter what we’re doing.”

  Her smile is soft and shy. “I love you, Steffen. It’s like we were made to be together.”

  “I know. It’s like we’ve always known each other.” I take another bite and realize she’s staring at me. “What?”