Take Me To Bed: Bedtime Quickies Collection

I glare at him. “Yes. You. Are.”

“No.”

I close my eyes and take a deep, cleansing breath. “Julian, do you mind?”

He nods and walks out to the lawn to join Wes and my mother who are playing on the jungle gym.

I sit back down and put my hand on Dexter’s shoulder. “I love you, and I love you for wanting to make sure me and the baby are safe, but you can get out of this house for a bit. I promise nothing is going to happen in the next couple of hours. You need a damn chill pill, and I need a moment alone before we kill each other.”

My gaze flickers to his crotch, and I know there’s one way to either get him to go or finally get what I want. My hand moves up his leg and rests on his dick. “I mean, unless you would rather do something else?”

His dick twitches under my hand, and I’m relieved that no matter how tense things are between us, he still gets turned on by my touch.

He stares at me, my hand rubbing across his hardening bulge. “We could role play? Warden and prisoner? You could handcuff me?” I bat my eyes and watch him gulp. “I’ve been bad, haven’t I?”

He grabs my hand, moving it away from his dick and gently kisses me on my lips. “I’ll go if you promise to call me the second if anything happens and wait for me.”

“I promise. Now go out, drink a beer. Clear your worried mind for a bit.” I wrap my arms around his neck and bring my lips to his.

3

NIGHT HAS FALLEN. Wes is tucked into his bed, sound asleep, my mom has gone home, and Dexter is still out with Julian. I’m finally alone with some peace and quiet. And my sanity.

Now there’s only

one thing left to do. If he isn’t going to give me what I want—it’s time for me to take it into my own hands. Because I really need a mother flippin’ orgasm.

Every time I even get my fingers close to my core, he’s there. I swear he has cameras on me or some kind of sixth sense on when his wife is about to masturbate. If he won’t fuck me, fine, but he could give me the release.

I know he’s getting off. Those long showers aren’t just for getting clean. Yet, here I am suffering.

I grab my computer and go to my closet to find Mr. B.O.B. Once I have everything I need, I crawl into bed and make myself comfortable, leaning against a bunch of pillows. I load my computer and find some good porn. I flip on the vibrator and make my way to my core.

I circle it around my clit, as I watch the man on the screen eat the girl out. I envision Dexter’s tongue on me, and imitate what he would do, letting the vibrator run along my folds and again around my clit.

Pushing the vibrator inside, I move it in and out, now matching the thrusts of the man on the screen. I grab my breast and roll my nipple, and ahh. My eyes close and my head tilts as I enjoy the sensations and listen to the panting and the moans of the couple on the screen.

I pump it harder, needing more. I’m building, and my toes grip the sheets. Just when I think I’m going to get what I’ve been deprived of the angry voice of my husband makes it vanish.

“What are you doing?”

Busted. My eyes fly open to see Dexter standing at the door. He’s glaring at me, but I can see his eyes dart to my pussy where the vibrator and my hand remain.

“What does it look like?” I ask, eyeing the sudden growth in his jeans. I move the vibrator again, craving the release. He’s not ruining this for me.

His angry glare soon becomes dark and predatory as he inches closer to me. His shirt goes over his head, revealing that six-pack I love to drool over. I close my laptop with my foot, no longer needing it’s entertainment, as Dexter undoes his belt. My mouth goes dry, staring at this man as the storm clouds in his eyes roll in.

I’m in trouble.

I really, really hope I’m in trouble.

His pants and boxers go next, freeing his hardened erection. I lick my lips, desperate to have him inside me again. He kneels on the bed between my legs and grabs his cock, working his hand up and down. I’m mesmerized watching him play with himself, and I move the vibrator faster, rubbing my achy clit.

I’m building again, and my eyes dart to Dexter’s. The fire shooting from them blows away the storm, and I almost finish from the look alone.

“Stop,” he growls.

Part of me what’s to scream, ‘fuck you,’ while the other wants to know just what he wants to do to me. So, I do as I’m told, halting the vibrator’s movements. A curve of a smile plays on his lips.