Authors: Keren Hughes
Wasting no time in getting to what he really wanted, his fingers began to play me like a fiddle. Of course, he’d always known just what I needed and when I needed it.
“Drake,” I hissed as he began to work his fingers faster, bringing me closer to climax.
He traced feather light kisses at the apex of my thighs as he worked my body to his advantage. He always loved for me to come before he did.
I didn’t have to wait long as I climbed higher and higher before inevitably falling head first into oblivion.
Satiated and yet greedy for more, I leaned forward and gripped the edge of his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head. It was then that I noticed the hard lines chiselled in his chest that hadn’t been there the last time I’d seen him. My fingers traced the lines as my eyes devoured the sight before me. I leaned forward and closed my lips over Drake’s, making him moan and kiss me back with abandon. Our tongues clashed and the taste of my sweetness on his lips made me crazy with lust. I wanted him inside me there and then, no point in wasting time, so I reached for the button on his jeans as he undid the zipper. He lifted himself up onto his knees and dropped the material in his hand. I noticed the hardness of him and smiled to myself that it was because of me that he was so worked up. Reaching out a hand, I pulled down the material of his boxer shorts, exposing his stiff cock. It bounced against his stomach as I pushed his boxers down to his knees and he manoeuvred himself so he could remove his clothing completely.
Kneeling on the floor in front of me was the most handsome man I had ever seen. With his shoulder-length brown hair, his bright blue eyes, and the hard edges of his torso, he was sex personified. I slid from the chair down into his lap. His hands cradled me as I put a hand between my legs and guided him inside me. Slowly inching down on him, I gasped a little with each extra inch that filled me. The feeling was extraordinary. There really was nothing like it in the world. I rocked against him as he sat there with a shit-eating-grin on his face. My hands were in his hair and his hands cupped my ass. Our lips sought each other’s, desperate for the closeness, the feeling of nothing being between us. We moved with each other, seeking out a punishing rhythm that had sweat dripping from our bodies and loud moans escaping our lips. Desire pooled in my abdomen and Drake’s raw passion ignited the flames within me. We both chased after the other’s climax, racing to see who could get the other one there first. Just as I was about to reach my goal, Drake cradled my body as he gently lay me on the floor. He pulled my legs over his shoulders and began to build a new rhythm.
“Drake, baby…”
I could barely catch my breath to finish my sentence.
“Yes, Cariad?” he asked as he leaned down to place a chaste kiss against my lips.
“I’m…”
“I know,” he replied as he began moving harder and faster inside me.
A fiery blaze erupted inside me and I came long and hard, my inner walls squeezing Drake’s cock as I felt him still and his warmth fill me.
He lay over me, resting on his forearms either side of my head. He bent his head down and kissed me languidly, yet filled with desire. I kissed him back with all the emotion of the months we had spent apart.
Exhausted, we lay next to each other on the floor, catching our breath and waiting for our limbs to be capable of moving in a co-ordinated way.
***
Later that night, I was working my shift at the bar and it started knocking around my head that maybe having a cocktail waitress for a wife wasn’t going to help a recovering alcoholic. We had a Hen party in, so I didn’t have much time to think, but I knew that if there was a chance for Drake and me to work things out, then I would have to change my life in some small ways to help his recovery, rather than hinder it. For example, the bottle of wine or two I kept in the fridge for a chilled weekend, would have to go. I couldn’t have any temptation in his way. He wasn’t a wine drinker—always preferring Bud or JD and Coke—but to an alcoholic, any alcohol was tempting. I’d also have to give this job up. I know me working here doesn’t force him to drink, but I’d rather not take any chances.
Why was I even thinking that way? I wasn’t even sure what was going to happen between us now. We couldn’t go back to the life we’d had just because we’d had sex and he’d given me a mind-blowing orgasm or two. We needed to sit down and talk about what the other wanted and needed.
The Hens came to the bar and ordered a round of ‘Golden Girl’ cocktails. It was one of my favourites, beautiful in its simplicity. All there was to it was grapefruit juice and prosecco with three fresh raspberries on a cocktail stick. The ‘wow factor’ came from the edible glitter that was around the rim of the glass and mixed into the drink. I thought it was a bit of a stupid name. Had it been my concoction, I would have called it a ‘Glitter Bomb,’ but who was I to question?
I served the girls and had to wipe down the bar because that glitter really does get everywhere.
Red and I were preparing for the customers we knew were turning up in the following hour or so. Lust was hosting a speed dating night from 9:00 p.m. It was the first of its kind and Red told me that a lot of people had signed up for it. This was the calm before the storm. James had been given the night off, even though he’d normally work on a Saturday. Instead there would be some quieter music playing in the background because nobody wanted a DJ blaring music while they were trying to talk.
Talking of the Devil made him appear. I turned as I heard someone cough and saw James smiling at me from the end of the bar.
“Hey!” he greeted in his usual cheery way.
“Hey, James, isn’t it your night off?” I asked as I tried to arrange the mixers in a quieter moment.
“Yeah, but I thought I’d come and watch the carnage.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Have you ever been speed dating? It’s like a car crash waiting to happen. And try as you might, you just can’t look away.”
I laughed as I grabbed my apron and went to cut some citrus fruit ready.
“Have you ever been speed dating? Sounds like you know a little about it!”
“Yeah,” he admitted with a goofy grin on his face. “Only once. I regretted it the second it started. The girl I ended up matched with was fit as fuck, but then she opened her mouth. Three minutes with her hadn’t been enough to realise how dumb she was. But on our date, she proved herself to be…well…a sandwich or two short of a picnic.”
“Well, that’s a nice thing to say.”
I swatted him with the bar towel next to me.
“It’s just true. I like intelligent women. There are several different categories of women, right? You have the ‘hot but dumb,’ and ‘not hot but intelligent,’ then there’s ‘not hot and dumb,’ but the best of all is ‘hot and smart.’ My personal preference is obviously hot and smart, like yourself.”
He winked at me and I just stuck my tongue out in response. Men could be so sexist sometimes, but then I’ve always thought guys fall into the same kind of categories, so I guess that makes me sexist too.
“Did you want me to pour you a drink, or did you want to wear your soda?”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
I picked up the soda pump and took aim. I wasn’t sure if I’d really go through with it, but he did just dare me. That wasn’t the smartest move.
“Woah! If you soak me, I’ll have to sit here without a top on.”
“Well, we need something for the Hen party to ogle over.”
“Oh, so you admit I’m hot?”
“So hot!” I said as sarcastically as I could and rolled my eyes heavenward.
“See? You have the hots for me.”
“No, you have the hots for yourself and I think I know just the thing to cool you down.”
I squeezed the trigger on the pump and let it spray him right in the face. I burst out laughing as he floundered around searching for the bar towel. I pulled it out of his reach and gripped my sides as the laughter overtook me.
“I’ll get you back for that!” he stated playfully as he wiped his face with the only thing available—his t-shirt.
I didn’t think Red had caught sight of the exchange and I didn’t want to get in trouble, so I made light work of cleaning the lemonade I had sprayed all over the end of the bar.
“Mm-hm,” I replied as I wrung the towel out.
“You just wait and see. I’m going to the Gents to see if I can use the hand-drier to dry my t-shirt, a JD and Coke would be nice for when I return. On the house, of course.”
He threw me a wink as he looked over his shoulder at me.
The rest of the evening was pretty entertaining. The crowd were a mixture of
hot
and
not
. The men drooled over the women, while the women could be seen checking out the odd ass here and there. James and I chatted while I wasn’t serving anyone and he decided we should play a game where we point to a person and the other has to describe what they think their life might be like.
At the end of the shift, Red, James, and I all looked over the cards that the speed daters had checked boxes off on. We matched a couple of people but James and I couldn’t stop giggling after they had left. They might be a match on paper, but James didn’t think they’d be getting a second date. It was too funny for words.
As I grabbed my stuff from my locker, I realised I hadn’t had time to think about my home life and it had felt good. For once, I wasn’t worried where Drake was or why he’d left. I had those explanations now, so whatever the future held, at least I knew what had happened all those months ago. There wasn’t a simple solution to what we’d do now. We might still be married, we might even be able to pick up the pieces of our marriage and try again, but we’d have to make changes and fast. I really didn’t want to push Drake, but the first thing I thought he should do was to reach out to Rachel.
Drake
Sex with Anna was more mind-blowing than I remember. I’d thought a lot about it when I was in rehab. They don’t encourage recovering addicts to enter into personal relationships for twelve months after getting sober, but Anna is my wife and the relationship had come before the addiction, not after. Still, I don’t know if it was a good idea to try and pick up the pieces, but when I looked at her, I wanted her. I hadn’t gone round to see her with sex in mind—I’d gone to talk to her about Rachel—but after talking, I’d acted on impulse and kissed her. I didn’t think she’d return my advances, so I was taken by surprise when she had opened up to me. Kissing her felt so much better than I recalled. Her soft, full lips were mesmerising and the way she breathed told me she wanted more just as much as I did. Taking her the way I had made me feel alive. I felt like I’d been in stasis the last few months and now she had brought me back to life with just a touch.
I’d gone back home afterwards and admittedly I’d jerked off in the shower as the memories assaulted my mind. After showering, I dressed in my jogging bottoms and an old t-shirt, deciding to veg in front of the television…something I hadn’t done in months. There was nothing good on except repeats of
Mad Men
, so I decided to hit the gym instead.
After registering for my new membership at the local gym, I stuff my belongings in a locker and hit the floor. I hunt down the punch-bag and start to warm up slowly. After a while, I make my way towards the weights and wish I’d brought Jack along to spot me. As it turned out, there was a familiar face in the gym, my old buddy Hunter, and he’s only too happy to come and spot me. I hadn’t seen him in ages…since I had found out about Morgana in fact, but there wasn’t time to catch up. I don’t talk while lifting weights. When I finish my set, Hunter and I grab a drink so I can cool off.
“So, how are things?” he asks as he grabs a bottle of Smartwater.
“Oh you know, not too bad.”
I don’t really want to discuss the heavy stuff in the gym. I’m not sure I want to talk about it at all. I feel like the only person that actually understands is Anna.
“Good, good. It’s great to see you, Drake, it’s been too long.”
“Yeah, it’s been years. How are things with you?”
If I can deflect the conversation from me, I might walk away unscathed, for today at least.
We get to chatting about his life. He’s got a new job, met a woman, and fallen head over heels. They’re expecting their first child any day and she’s had enough of him fussing, so she told him to hit the gym. A while later, it’s time for him to head home. I’m pleased the conversation hadn’t turned back round to me.
About two hours later I finally leave the gym. I’m worn out and it’s time to head home to chill out. I head straight for the shower, then change into fresh joggers and sit in front of the TV. I wonder what Anna is up to. I don’t know what time she’s working until but I hope she’ll get home safely. I don’t like the idea of her working in a bar. Although it was a cocktail bar and was more aimed at women, it attracts more men because they know where their fresh prey will be. I don’t like the idea of Anna having to stay late and lock up alone, then drive home late at night. Without a second thought, I pick up my phone.
Drake: What time does your shift end? Xx
A couple of minutes pass before I get an answer.
Anna: I just got off. I’m getting in the car now and picking up Ayden from Meghan’s. xx
Drake: Okay. Make sure you get home safely. Text me when you’re back? Xx
When we’d first got together, if ever she was out, I always wanted her to text me the minute she got home. We didn’t live together at that point and I needed to know she was safe.
Anna: Sure. I was wondering something actually. Do you fancy Sunday dinner tomorrow with me and Ayden? Xx
I’m a bit taken aback at that question. Of course I’d love to spend time with my wife and son, but is it too soon? Am I making her feel as though she
has
to do this, not
want
to?
Drake: Are you sure? Xx
Moments later, my phone rings.
“Of course I’m sure,” she says as I pick up.
“I just don’t want you to feel as though you
have
to do this, that’s all.”
“I don’t feel like that at all. I just think that if we’re going to see each other, we shouldn’t have to sneak around. We’re not young, reckless kids anymore. We’re adults and that means we have to tell Ayden you’re back.”
“Back?”
My heart races in my chest at the prospect of what that means.
“Yeah, you know, you aren’t away anymore. We don’t have to tell him where you went, obviously, but we have to be upfront and tell him that you’re around.”
“Okay, if you’re sure.”
I’m disappointed that it doesn’t mean more, but I can’t say I’m surprised. Anna’s doing the decent thing by allowing me back into Ayden’s life and hers. To what extent I’m not sure, but I don’t have anything but time now…time to let things happen organically, not force them.
“I’m sure. Come by at say one-thirty.”
I hear her car engine start and it makes me wish I still had my car. It’s still at Jack’s for the time being.
“Sure. Do you want me to bring anything?”
“Just yourself,” she says and I can hear the smile in her voice.
“Okay, see you then.”
“I’ll text you when I get home, okay?”
“Thanks. I…I’ll wait by the phone.”
I nearly tell her I love her, but I think I just about recovered myself in time. I’m so used to us saying we love each other before hanging up the phone, but I can’t do that now.
“Okay, bye.”
“Bye, Anna.”
I hang up and turn the TV off. I pick up my phone and head to bed.
Just as I’m drifting off to sleep, my phone chimes.
Anna: I’m home. Xx
I tap out a reply instantly.
Drake: Good. I don’t like the idea of you being out so late at night. Xx
Why I said that, I don’t know. It’s none of my business what she does anymore.
Anna: I’m a tough chick. I didn’t take self-defence classes for nothing, you know. Xx
Drake: Great, now all I can think of is you kicking some guy’s ass for laying a finger on you! Actually, it’s kinda hot to think you could take someone down with ease.
If ever there was a
‘face palm’
moment, this was it. I sent the message before thinking it through. I have to be so much more careful what I’m saying these days so as not to spook her. What an idiot.
Anna: You know I could kick your ass any day. Don’t make me have to use my ninja moves on you. :P
That emoticon with the tongue hanging out means she isn’t mad at me. Thank goodness for that.
Drake: Ninja moves? Now those I’d like to see! ;)
I’m starting to get hard with the thought of her throwing me about like a ragdoll. Odd thing to find a turn on? Maybe, but I can just imagine Anna wearing next to nothing and taking me down, then fucking my brains out.
Anna: That’ll give you something to dream about tonight. Xx
Drake: I wish I didn’t have to imagine it. Xx
It’s a couple of minutes before my phone chimes again.
Anna: Then don’t…xx
Drake: Don’t what? Xx
Anna: Don’t imagine…
I’m getting harder as we exchange messages. I’m going to have to do something about that before being able to go to sleep.
Drake: Can’t help it now you’ve put the thought in my head. ;)
Anna: I mean, don’t imagine, just do it. xx
Now I’m confused.
Anna: Ayden is fast asleep…we could…you know…*wink wink* xx
Wow. Is she thinking what I’m thinking? I throw my clothes on as quickly as possible and shove my feet into my trainers.
Drake: I’m on my way…xx
Anna: I’ll be in bed waiting. I’ll leave the door unlocked. Just be quiet!
I run downstairs and call a taxi. The ten minute wait has me on edge. I have to get there before she changes her mind.
Arriving at the house, I open the door as quietly as I can, remove my shoes, and creep up the stairs. Outside the bedroom door, I stop to take a breath. I feel like I haven’t breathed since she told me to come over. Before I can do anything else, the door opens and Anna stands before me in a tiny purple negligee. My eyes feel like they’ve popped out on stalks as I take her in from head to toe. I’d imagined her wearing next to nothing as she kicked my ass, but this negligee was better than my imagination.
Reaching out her arms, she wraps them around my neck and pulls my head to hers for a kiss that leaves my lips tingling. Closing the door quietly behind me, I pull my Cariad flush to me and capture her lips as I hear the quiet strains of “In My Veins” playing in the background. I kiss her greedily and lead her towards the bed. As we reach the edge, she turns and pushes me gently so I’m sat on the bed instead of her. She kneels in front of me, breaking our kiss, so she can pull my t-shirt off. Once it’s discarded, she reaches for the elasticated waist of my jogging bottoms and I lift off the bed slightly so she can pull them down easily. She removes them quickly and my hard cock is there in front of her. She takes me in her grip, gentle yet firm. Licking her lips and flashing me a wicked grin, Anna takes my head in her mouth and caresses it with the ball of her tongue bar. The sensation is better than I remembered and it takes all the restraint I have not to come there and then.
I lie back on the bed and luxuriate in the feeling of Anna’s mouth around my cock. The pleasure she brings by doing something so simple is immense. She begins to work me with her hand up and down my shaft as her mouth moves in synchronisation. The feeling I tried to bury comes to the surface and I don’t think I can hold out much longer.
“Do it,” she mumbles, knowing the way my body reacts to her.
I don’t need telling twice and I explode in her mouth. She swallows it all back and licks the head of my cock before smiling up at me, pleased with herself, knowing she can still control my body.
Standing up, Anna reaches for my hands and places them on her hips. I’m mesmerised by her body. Her full curves are in all the right places. She’s the most stunning woman I’ve ever been with and ever will be with. If I get my way, she’ll be the last woman I ever sleep with. My hands roam her body of their own accord. I reach for the hem of her negligee and she bats me away. I guess it gets to stay on for a little longer. No matter, I’ll just worship the bits of her I can see. My fingers find the warmth between her legs—she’s already wet for me so I lean forward and lick her. She whimpers and holds on to my hair. Her thighs part slightly and I gently insert one finger to pleasure her further. Little gasps come from her mouth every time I hit the right spot.
Suddenly Anna pushes me back onto the bed and straddles my waist. She gently lowers herself onto me, pushing against my outstretched hands to give her some friction. Inch by inch, she takes me in and I swear I’m going to pass out from the pleasure. As she sits flush to my body, her hips begin to rock. She reaches for the hem of her negligee but I beat her to it and whip it off her body as quickly as I can. My hands instantly reach out for her full, supple breasts and she leans her hands on my abdomen for support as she lifts herself up and down on my cock as it grows harder inside her. I trace a circle around her nipples before taking them between my finger and thumb, making them taut. Anna begins to move faster and I lean up, pulling another pillow underneath my head so I can capture her nipple between my teeth as she rides me. I cup her ass with one hand and her hip with the other. I rock her in a back and forth motion, gaining friction and momentum as she throws her head back and moans loudly. I can feel her walls begin to clench around me and I know what’s coming. I up the rhythm and our bodies move quickly with each other.
“God, baby, you feel so fucking good,” I whisper.
“Not…long…now,” she pants.
I grab her ass with both hands and begin to move her up and down on me again. She scratches my torso with her nails and I’m sure there will still be a mark in the morning.