The Secret

MARY-BETH

I must’ve nodded off on the sofa because I woke to find the room pretty much empty. Bottles of beer were everywhere, and as I sat up, I saw Bobby asleep at the other end, my legs resting on his lap.

Beneath the blanket, one hand was on my thigh, and I glanced around us to see if Marianne or anyone was there.

Someone was asleep on the opposite sofa, but from their snores, they were clearly out for the night. I groaned, wondering how the fuck I was going to get home.

My condo wasn’t too far from here, but it must be too late and dark to walk there.

“Shit,” I hissed as I went to lift my feet from Bobby’s lap. Suddenly, he jolted awake, and I almost wept when he fixed his sleepy green gaze on me.

We studied each other for a moment before I felt his hand move slowly up my thigh, his eyes seeking permission as his thumb stroked my core through my jeans.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

I had every intention of moving his hand away, but I couldn’t. It felt too damn good. I couldn’t make eye contact with him because then I’d make him stop.

The room was pretty dark, so when he reached to unbuckle my jeans, I didn’t resist. I let him slide them down before he pushed his head under the blanket.

I tensed immediately, but only until I felt the thin lace of my underwear being dragged down my thighs so slowly that I almost screamed. His rough fingers danced up my thigh, his warm lips following them.

No, no, I needed to tell him to stop. Now. NOW!

My fingers curled into his thick hair when his tongue flickered against my folds, my thighs clamping around his head as my body responded to his expertise.

One flick and I was shuddering like a baby deer; two flicks and a soft moan escaped my lips. I felt my hips being tugged beneath the thin blanket as he lifted his head, the blanket just barely covering us.

It was pitch black then, and all I could hear was his voice. “I want you so fucking bad. Let me have you,” he whispered.

My soaking core ached with every word. I didn’t respond verbally. Instead, my lips found his, and we were tongue fucking each other with an urgency I didn’t know was possible.

“We shouldn’t—” I whispered as he chuckled against me, his belt loosening as he released his cock.

He stroked it up and down my saturated entrance as I moaned, his mouth covering mine as we kissed frantically. I lifted my hips to allow him access, knowing I was going to hell and not giving a flying fuck.

I wanted him.

BOBBY

Oh, it was fucking magical. The silky wet folds of her cunt wrapped around the head of my cock as I pressed it into her, the walls resisting.

Our mouths were still one, and as I ripped into her, I felt her stiffen against me.

I didn’t need to stop to see if she wanted me to carry on—her bare heels dug into my ass as her nails scraped my back, only making me growl into her mouth.

Finally, I was in, and I fucked her slowly, allowing my dick to come all the way out before I slammed it back in, kissing her womb.

I felt my cum building, and I knew I wasn’t going to last. I’d wanted this girl for too fucking long. I took her nipple into my mouth as she reached down, grabbing my balls as I fucked her.

“Damn,” I muttered, raising my eyes to look at her. The blanket was off now, and I knew if anyone walked in, we were fucked.

All the same, I wanted that pussy.

I hoisted her legs over my shoulder, enjoying the gasp she let out when I penetrated her more deeply. She was lifting her hips and slamming against me, meeting my thrusts head-on.

We were loud, I’ll admit, but buddy on the sofa had drunk one too many shots of tequila to hear us.

“Bobby, don’t stop—” I heard her gasp beneath me as I emptied myself into her. I didn’t stop, though, the intense feeling of her cunt gripping my cock as it spasmed inside of her making me almost fucking blind.

I let out a loud moan, falling onto her, still pounding away until she held me still.

“What the…fuck was that?” I mumbled into her hair, my lips caressing her neck as she laughed throatily.

“I don’t know, but we can’t let it happen again,” she whispered as I snorted.

“Baby, you’re mine.”

“But—”

“Do you think you can live the rest of your life without doing that with me every fucking day?” I demanded, my cock softening but still trapped by her tight pussy.

Her swollen lips brushed against mine, and before I knew it, I was hard again.

“Fine, but I’m on top this time.”

We shifted so she was on top, and she tugged the blanket around us.

“Make the most of it, Bobby, because we aren’t going to get much opportunity to do this again,” she said sadly, rocking against me as I held her hips.

“Mary-Beth, you’re mine. Say it,” I commanded gruffly as she rubbed her hands over her nipples, moaning softly.

“But no one will allow us to be together—”

“Say it.”

“I’m yours, and you’re mine—”

“Now ride me, baby.”

She did, and I couldn’t give a fuck about what anyone would think.

You only lived once.