Gotta Have It, page 4
Exposed to her hungry eyes was a shaft so beautiful and cinnamon brown that she almost came. Her fingers glided up and down the thick, rigid erection as it continued to pulsate. The sight of it took her breath away. It’d been so long since her beloved Marc was in her arms; she’d long ago gotten used to knowing she’d never mix with him again, never feel any real love from him. But as she stroked his molten flesh, she knew this was real, Marc was real, and her dreams were about to come true again.
He beckoned her. “Take it, darling.”
More than just words, it was action. Caroline’s mouth started at his tip, feasting on it, tenderizing it before she dove in for the rest. Marc stroked it up and down for her satisfaction, and his, as her mouth sank deeper and deeper onto it. His thick veins tickled her inner cheeks and throat and she smiled over the fact that he was still way different from what she remembered in her dad’s medical book. He was an awakening, then and now.
Marc’s hips pumped to her rhythm, forcing the shaft deep within her mouth. She was taking it, taking it all but found her comfort zone at the plump, rounded tip. She sipped him, as though he were a fine wine and watched as he erupted from her hand action. He slumped in the seat, staring at his glorious princess. “You are so incredible, Caroline. How’d you learn to do that?”
“I had a good teacher—you. You made me want to be good at it.”
“But we only did it once.”
“Good teachers need only teach a lesson once.”
He kissed her in a long, sucking motion, getting his fill of her before pulling away. “Sit on me. Let me feel what it’s like again to be with you. You were so good.”
“I was a virgin.”
“That meant you were a natural. Come on, sit on me.”
“No, when I have you, I want all of you exposed to me. I like to take all I can get.” She stroked his still-hard member. “How long will it be before we’re at your house?”
“Minutes. I swear.”
As they drove along, they saw a Taco Bell and he smiled. “Let’s pull in and get some of these the way we used to on Saturdays after a movie. Remember?”
“I sure do. Those were the Saturdays Iisha was at the beauty parlor getting her fake hair done.”
“That’s for damn sure. So, you want some tacos, for old times sake?”
“I want whatever you can give me.”
“You want a lot.”
Twenty minutes later, they drove onto Marc’s winding driveway. She looked at the looming house with a lake backdrop. “This place is yours?”
“Sure is.”
“I’ve passed it so many times but never knew it was yours.”
“I’ve thrown a lot of pitches to get this baby.”
He helped her out and the two of them, holding the tacos, walked the winding staircase to sexual nirvana. As she scoped the mansion, she realized just how well Marc had done for himself. Beating up on Indians, Tigers, Rangers, Angels, and anything else in major league baseball afforded him many a luxury. She held tightly to his arm. “This place is magnificent. I bet your son really loves it.”
“So does Iisha.”
Concern clouded Caroline’s mind, wondering if Iisha was a permanent fixture around there. “Is . . . is Iisha around a lot?”
“She tries to be, but I meet her at the gate when she brings Winston over. She’s the kind that lives in the lap of luxury. Yet when I tried giving it to her, she took advantage of it and ran through a right smart amount of my money. She didn’t even buy for Winston, it was frivolous stuff. Not one charity was donated to, and I specifically asked her to donate to children’s organizations, cancer foundations, anything I thought was beneficial. I wanted to give back to society, but when I got my quarterly statements, I saw nothing indicating donations. Oops, sorry, there were some—a house for her mother and sister, Asia.”
“Asia! I remember her. She was right behind us in school.”
“Yeah, and she was a junior hoochie. I was so blind back then, Caroline. I had love right in my face with you, but was too blind to see.”
She stopped him at the front door and planted a gentle kiss on his full lips. “You have it now, and that’s what matters, Marc.”
“Do I have it?”
“If you want it.”
His arms tightened around her. “I definitely want it, Ms. Caroline Pierce. And it’s time for me to stop playing around in the love department. Will you be with me? I mean really be with me; a girlfriend . . . maybe more.”
Her only response was to lay-in on his lips again, smothering him with tiny nibbles, gently sucking his bottom lip until the bulge in his pants separated them. Caroline stared back into his sparkling eyes. “Does that answer your question?”
“That was a great answer.”
“Good. Let’s get the suitcases from the trunk, take those tacos into the kitchen, then . . . you can show me those bathrooms.”
“I can do more than show you. And about the suitcases, I don’t think you’ll need yours tonight.”
“Since I’ll be heading out early tomorrow?”
“No, since you’ll be naked all night long.”
She rubbed her nose against his. “I like the sound of that, boy.”
“This time, there’ll be no coach to make us get dressed and go home.”
“That was positively embarrassing. I know everyone figured me to be the last one you’d get caught in a shower with. Even Coach Porter stared you down in disbelief over that one.”
“He should see us now.”
They entered the large living room that housed antique-ish furniture, a large crystal chandelier, plush carpeting, wood paneling and a large-screen television tucked against the front wall. The room was bright and cheery, and the view from the back window was a captivating scene of Lake Michigan. He walked to the middle of the floor and spread his arms. “Well, this is home sweet home. You like it?”
She stopped in her tracks, mesmerized by the beauty of the place. “It’s . . . it’s gorgeous. I’ve never been in a house this large.”
“You want a grand tour?”
“Yeah, let’s start with the first bathroom.”
“I like the sound of that, Ms. Caroline. How about we work our way up, build our anticipation, then explode on one another at the exact perfect moment?”
“And when would that be?”
“The minute you see my bedroom.”
“Ummm, a room I’ve wanted to see since I turned eighteen.”
The tour started with the large kitchen and dining room. Imported marble floors spanned the length of the room and the latest appliances were there for his convenience. Continuing their way around the first level, they stopped briefly at the entertainment room equipped with pool table, video games and another large television. Finally, they reached the bathroom on the lower level, and he pulled her inside. “This is the first one. We’ll start here and work our way up. Sound like a plan?”
“An excellent one.” She stepped into the spacious bathroom that contained a sea-blue-and-white tiled shower with double doors, a large sink and dressing area. “Wow, this is bigger than the main one in my parents’ house.”
“This is only a partial bathroom. I have bigger ones upstairs.”
“Umm, I know you do, but I like this one for starters.”
“You’re about to like it a lot more.” He hoisted her on top of the sink, spread her legs and nestled between them. His mouth engulfed hers, tickling her lips, her throat, nipping at her tongue while he slowly removed her blouse. When he got to the lacy camisole, he stopped, pulled away from her waiting mouth and sucked perky nipples through the sheer fabric. The feel of her high breasts against his tongue and lips made him feverish, yet he didn’t remove the camisole. Instead, he lifted her from the sink.
“Why have you stopped?”
“Because we have other bathrooms to explore. When we get to the second one, you get to take something off of me.”
Quickly they ascended the staircase and he whisked her into yet a bigger bathroom. She stared in wonder at the large cream-and-black tiled full bathroom. He leaned her against the cool tile and kissed her briefly. “It’s your turn. Take my shirt off.”
She was beginning to really like that game, and her fingers, without haste, undid the buttons on his silk shirt. Heat emitted from it; shadows of his darkly hued nipples peeked from under thin fabric. Once spreading the shirt apart, she saw all the wonders that awaited her since their night of passion years ago. Her hands stroked his rugged pecs, contours, rippled stomach. Antsy fingers moved down his torso, circling his navel, poking it playfully with the tip of her fingernail. His stomach heaved up and down, exciting her so much that all she could do was lick his nipples in slow, even strokes, leaving wet lines across his hot skin. Mouthwatering.
Marc brought her face to his. “There are more bathrooms. The next one is down the hall, and again, I get to remove something from you. Are you up for it, because I know I am?”
He definitely was up for it as she stroked the stiff phallus inside his pants. She took in a deep breath, swallowing hard. “Come on, where’s that other bathroom?”
Hand in hand again, they walked to the end of the hallway and entered, of all things, a bathroom decorated with The Incredibles cartoon characters.
“Winston’s?”
“Yeah, but he’s not here.”
“Cool.” She pushed him against the wall. “This is better than strip Monopoly.”
“I wouldn’t know. I’m always naked before the game starts.” He tugged on the zipper of her skirt and watched it fall to the ground along with her half-slip. Looking at Caroline wearing nothing but a camisole and lace panties twisted him into a million knots, and he ached for release.
Caroline, being almost completely exposed to the one man she’d lived a million lives with in her mind, was beyond release. The idea of him sent her into orbit and she pulled him closer into her, whispering into his ear, “Take them off.”
“You first; this jockstrap is ready to combust on impact.”
Willing to accommodate Marc to the max, she unzipped the zipper, feeling his erection rubbing against her warm hands. Reaching into Marc’s pants was a fantasy she’d had since the first day she’d met him. There was just something so exciting about reaching into a man’s pants, rubbing a warm erection and toying with an oozing tip. She could barely contain her words as she stroked the tight jockstrap. Her legs became weak, her mind turned into jelly and her body, nothing but his playground. Her sex throbbed from touching him and to relay what she was feeling, she placed his hand on the cotton lining of her panties. “Feel this, Marc. This is all for you. Destroy it, destroy me until there’s nothing left.”
His lips trembled against her ear. “No way. When I get it, I take care of it, pamper, feed it well because I want it around forever.” Without another word, he pulled the panties aside and slipped two strong fingers into her.
Once making contact with her wet folds, he let out a soulful sigh that took her by surprise. “Marc, are you okay?”
“Just great, baby, just great. Umm, you feel so fucking good. I’ve ached for this moment with you practically since my honeymoon with Iisha. I was so stupid.”
“Don’t say it. You weren’t stupid, just young and following a crowd.”
“And you forgive me?”
She rocked his fingers slowly in and out of her, her voice lowering to a seductive whisper. “Does this answer you?”
“Let’s go to the next bathroom and answer more questions.” He took the petite joy of his life into his arms and carried her up the final flight.
The bathroom they entered was off his bedroom. It was a large room with a king-sized bed in the middle of a sunken floor. There were tiger-striped curtains and matching bed sheets. Caroline smiled. “I thought you liked beating tigers, not sleeping with them.”
“I don’t have to wrestle with these tigers. However, the Tigers in Detroit’s Comerica Park, they can be something to reckon with at times.”
He placed her upon the soft dark brown carpeting. “Wanna see the master bathroom?”
“As long as my master is with me.”
More brown and beige stripes met her as she walked into a bathroom almost the size of his living room. The spaciousness of the room took her by surprise. “Marc . . . it’s incredible.” Her eyes moved from the large shower, to the tub, then to the Jacuzzi. There were tropical plants cascading from the ceiling down to the floor, and the big picture window gave her an even better view of the lake as the sun made its slow descent. She walked to the oversized window, barely touching the glass. “I can’t believe how enchanting everything is.”
He moved in behind her, pressing his engorged penis against her back. “Not as enchanting as you are. Turn around, darling. I have something to show you.”
She turned to watch him slowly stroke the length of a massive erection, making it so rigid that it stood in place. There was no wavering, no gentle bounce due to mass. No, just Marc wanting Caroline so badly he could explode.
Watching him get harder and harder controlled her. How many times had she imagined Marc Brown doing that for her benefit? Many times, but Iisha had always popped up in her daydream like a computer virus or something. She wasn’t there that night, and wouldn’t be again. As Marc fondled his scrotum, she practically sank to her knees, wanting to feel him between her lips, soothing her throat, but her strongest urge was to feel him entering her body, pressing and forcing every inch of him inside her.
She tried sinking to her knees to accommodate him, but he stopped her. “Not yet. Let me strip away what’s left on you, and I want you to do the same for me. Will you let me?”
“Don’t talk, Marc, just strip me and spread me like jam on bread.”
“That’s not what I want. Let me make love to you. Let me swim in your ocean again. I wanna drown in it, sip it, let my canoe paddle away inside of it.”
She brought his face back to hers, kissing him like she’d never kissed a man before. “Let me hold you, for a while longer before that happens.”
Barely clothed, they embraced, sinking into one another and closing the gap on all those years they were apart. Marc stepped back, removed the camisole straps from her shoulders, exposing her breasts. The taut, soft swells invigorated him as he stroked them. The pad of his thumb moved across her tight nipples, making her back arch toward him. Her panties made their departure next and Marc marveled at his naked queen. “My God, Caroline, what the hell have I been missing?”
She tugged at his pants and jockstrap, helping them both fall to the floor. “Step out of those before I go crazy, Marc.”
“Anything baby wants, baby gets.”
They stood before one another, marveling at every single detail they’d wished upon for so long. He kissed her, then pointed, his voice barely audible. “The . . . the shower or Jacuzzi?”
“I’ve never done it in a Jacuzzi before. Let’s go for it.”
“Wise choice.”
Watching Marc walk to the middle of the Jacuzzi with nothing on almost made her die from rapture. His tight buns looked so smooth and unblemished. His muscular back and shoulders made her juices drip; the way his erection bounced a bit as he walked made her immediately trail behind him.
They stood in the middle of the Jacuzzi kissing as jets of water pounded their ankles. Once the water reached his shins and her knees, he sat down, lowering her slowly onto his shaft. He played at her opening, teased it, letting its rigid veins touch her outer skin. He pressed her breasts together, his lips ferociously sucking both of her nipples at the same time, feeding on her as she rocked him.
As the water covered his belly, he looked into her loving eyes. “I can’t take it any longer. I need to know what it’s like to be inside of you again.” There was a condom in light purple wrapping resting against a scented candle. It had been there since his last night with Iisha, forgotten. He tore it open and handed it to her. “You do it.”
As if being commanded, she took the condom and rolled it onto him. It fit over his tight rod like a latex glove and she smiled in satisfaction over her accomplishment. “It’s time, baby. It’s time to skyrocket my ass to the moon and back.”
“Then do it. Sink onto it, feel it as it spreads you apart.”
Those words were like diamonds to her, and she lowered herself onto it, inch by thick, wonderful inch. She felt him climb into her sugar and latch on, bucking inside her like a wild bronco. His moaning voice was so sweet, and she ate up every word.
“Rock it, girl. Take it, take it all. . . .”
Over and over again, his words burned within her mind, making her clench him harder, deeper. She never knew words could take her to the point of insanity; then again, she knew it had to be the man saying them. Marc could have gotten away with anything that night and all she’d have done was tell him to do it again—more, more of everything he dished to her. All she could do was stare down at him as he melted her down in wild spasms. It was unbelievable watching him do that to her, squeeze his life force into her hot opening and pull it apart.
Their bodies rocked against one another, bouncing out of control, kissing, touching, scratching . . . and wet from head to toe. Their frantic splashes wet the cinnamon brown tile. They didn’t care; all they cared about was climaxing to the stars and drifting back to earth on a cloud, their cloud.
Marc jerked in raging fashion and spilled into her, busting the condom and spraying the rest against her chest and stomach. He quickly rolled on another he grabbed from a drawer and moved back into her, ready to give her more, make her come in ways she probably never dreamed of.
His thick stream was too enticing not to be massaged into her skin. Smelling his aroma, feeling his potency against her fingers caused a wildness to erupt within her. Her eyes rolled, and she screamed, “Harder, Marc, harder, harder . . .”
