“Then do it. Tell me how to make it official. I don’t want to share you but I will if it means seeing you every day for the rest of my life.”
“Do you just want to fuck me, Pike?” I asked. “Or are you in this for the long run?”
Then his hand slid over and up beneath my dress. His fingers settled on my pussy lips, right at the groove between. Two of them rested there, as if he were considering sliding my panties away, prying me open, and shoving his cock inside. I wanted him to.
“I want to fuck you, Lauren,” he said. “I want to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. But I’m also in this for the long run.”
“This is crazy,” I argued. “You don’t know me. You just saw me the other day.”
“And you don’t want to fuck me?” he asked.
I looked down and saw the fold of his towel open a bit. The head of his cock stuck out of it. The bulging head was swollen and ripe, mine for the taking. That was it. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I was going to go crazy. I was a Dove and who I liked and who I took into my bed was entirely up to me. I reached down and grabbed his cock, gripping it from the underbelly of his shaft, and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Oh man,” he said as he rested his forehead on my shoulder.
“I want to fuck you,” I whispered in his ear. “But I’m not a whore.”
I rubbed my hand up and down his cock, squeezing each time I reached the base of his head.
Then he kissed me violently. My head hit the wall behind us and it hurt but his tongue was in my mouth and I sucked on it like I was dying of thirst and his mouth was the only way to quench it.
As I stroked his cock I realized it had a curve to it and I’d never had one inside me like this. It was big and curved upwards a bit. I imagined it would slam my g-spot with each upstroke. I needed to test my theory. But how? Where? I’d just swore I wasn’t a whore.
“I would never think you’re a whore,” he said. “I just think you need a man who will fuck you until you come…every time.”
Each of my husbands was amazing in bed, each in his own way, but I wanted Pike. I wanted to straddle him and ride his cock. I needed him. I wanted to scream at him to fuck me right there up against the wall.
“We can’t do this…here,” I said.
“Then where?” he asked.
He slid my panties to the side and rolled his thumb against my clit. I was dripping and he figured that out quickly, moistening his fingers before pushing one inside. Now my head hit his shoulder.
“Oh my God,” I whined.
“Fuck me,” he said, “Somewhere. Anywhere. In the shower…on the hill…in your bed…I don’t care where. And if you don’t like it then I won’t bother you again.”
His finger pushed into me and out, in and out, in and out, and it was big. Fuck his finger seemed big. And he slid in a second, gently at first, then up to the knuckles.
“Oh shit,” I said into his ear. “Pike…oh shit…oh fuck, Pike. You have to stop.”
“You want me to stop?”
I’d forgotten about his cock in my hand and I was jerking hard, back and forth. It couldn’t have felt good. It should have hurt. He loved it though.
Pike’s towel dropped and he was there, completely naked, in the shadows of the narrow hallway, with the sun in the sky above. Completely naked.
I looked down and watched as my hand worked him, sliding up and down his curved cock. The muscles of his ass clenched and he started to fuck my hand, moving his hips forward and back, really fucking my hand.
“Don’t stop,” I said.
“Let’s go into the shower,” Pike said.
And I wanted to. I wanted to so bad. But it was wrong. I couldn’t do that. Already I was cheating on my husbands with this guy but to let him penetrate me when he hadn’t requested a proper suitor visit? I just couldn’t do it. God forbid he got me pregnant and it was a girl. I could never let him acknowledge the baby.
“Don’t stop,” I said again as he continued to finger fuck me and at the same time fuck my hand.
“Fuck me, Lauren,” he said.