The Wife Win

Harper

“Oh fuck, Harper…that’s good…fuck yeah, that’s good.”

Those words spur me on as I take his cock further down my throat. Marek has already given me the most incredible orgasm with his tongue and now he’s stretched out on his back, gloriously naked, my mouth sucking him deep inside as my hands are on a quest to touch him everywhere.

My fingers move along the ridges and valleys of his abs and go for a joy ride as I explore the terrain. I move higher along his immaculately tight abdomen, splaying my fingers over the contours of his pecs and the light dusting of hair between them. I slip my other hand around the bottom of his shaft, fisting it tightly at the base, stroking it with even precision, timing it with each slide of my tongue over the length.

I can already taste the salty essence as I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock. I kick it up a notch, experimenting by giving him long, generous licks along his length, running up the throbbing vein as his swollen cock twitches in my hand.

“You’re going to destroy me.” The words punch from his chest, and I can feel his heart accelerate under my palm lying flat against his pec.

I peer up at him, batting my lashes as he lifts his head off the pillow and our eyes catch. He watches through dimmed eyelids as I circle my way around the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue.

“But you’ll love it.”

This time, I’m not playing around. I suck him in deep as far back in my throat as I can go, bobbing my head several times, humming around his thickening cock. The sounds he makes—the sexy gibberish that only he can understand—spurs me on. I swallow around him, drinking him in, sucking him so hard my cheeks hollow out.

And then he’s coming. Thick, hot ribbons shoot down my throat and his hands fist in my hair, holding on to every second of his orgasm.

When I finally take a breath and release him from my mouth, I scoot up beside him. He’s so warm and wears a half-crooked smile as if in a dreamlike trance, eyelids heavy.

“That’s what I wanted to try in the truck last weekend,” I chastise, poking him in the ribs. “But you wouldn’t let me. Such a stick in the mud.”

Marek props himself up on his elbow, peering over my body. He uses his index finger to slowly meander down my front, starting at my collarbone, making his way over each breast and nipple, until he lands at my middle. There he lays a hand over my stomach, his thumb absently stroking over my skin.

“I know. Believe me, it hurt me more than it hurt you,” he says seriously as he kisses the top of my head. “I’m sorry, though. I was angry and didn’t know what to do with that emotion at the time.”

“Wait, what?” I shift and mirror his position, bracing myself up on my elbow. I look him square in the eye. “What were you mad about? Something I did?”

Marek sighs. Whether unconsciously or not, he pulls the sheet up and covers us both as if the conversation can’t be done in our state of nakedness.

“You never told me about your sister Hannah’s health. That she was going through cancer treatment. That felt shitty.”

Oh, fuck. He’s right. I knew I should’ve mentioned something at some point, but it never felt right.

I close my eyes, avoiding his gaze as I respond. “I know. I’m sorry it came out the way it did. I just never knew how to tell you about it.”

Marek brushes a lock of my hair off my shoulder, his fingertips lightly caressing my cheek.

“Why didn’t you? I would’ve understood. I would’ve—”

“Tried to help,” I interject. “Because that’s what you do, Marek. You help others. Which I admire about you, but I am not a charity case. My sister needed treatment; I found a way to earn the money. Period. End of story. It was my responsibility, not anyone else’s.”

“Okay, I get that. But instead of just asking for help from me, you used your friendship with Jade and then used me to get what you needed. How do you think that felt when I put two and two together?”

I plop back against the pillow, covering my face with my arm. So much for my post-coital high. Right now, I feel as low and stinky as dog shit.

“Oh, my God, I’m an asshole,” I whine, frowning deeply. I peer up at him through the gap under my arm. “I’m sorry for keeping you in the dark on that too. But the thing is, I never wanted you to know about Jade in the first place. I didn’t want her to get in trouble for helping me. She was only doing what I asked her to do out of concern for my sister.”

I let that sit for a second and follow it up with an excuse.

“It’s not like she did something illegal. She didn’t slip me your home address or anything.”

“No, and that’s not the point, and you know it. Again, you didn’t trust me to tell me the truth about your friendship.”

A burning hot flare explodes in my belly, and I jump up into a sitting position, the sheet slipping down my waist. But I leave it there and poke him in the chest.

“While we’re on the subject of trust…let’s talk aboutthe ‘book.’” I crook my fingers into air quotes, so it’s clear what topic I’m referring to.