Chapter 6
CHAPTER
SIX
MIRABETH
I slip inside the hall bathroom before Conrad can shut the door, then lock it and press my back to it as he turns from me, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Are you ok?” I ask, though, of course, I know the answer is no.
“Yeah. Just need to use the John.”
I push off the door, watching his profile in the wide vanity mirror. His back is hunched when I lay my hand on it. “Want to talk about it?”
“Nothing to talk about.” He finally turns and nods his head toward the door, unfastening his belt and rolling down his zipper. “Can you give me a minute?”
“Do you really need to use the restroom, or are you trying to get rid of me?”
It’s like the last bit of energy abandons him, and his hands drop to his sides, his chin tucked to his chest. At his first sniffle, I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him, squeezing him extra tight.
I lived and breathed my dad’s love and approval, which always flowed freely in our house.
I know how much it means to a kid, even if said kid is approaching forty years old.
“You haven’t told him that you took full responsibility to keep your brother out of prison?” I ask, rubbing his back.
“Worse,” Conrad says, laying his cheek on my shoulder while he crowds me against the scalloped-edge, white vanity, his arms wound around me like I’m a life preserver.
“I did, but he didn’t believe me. He said he lost the last shred of respect for me when I tried to ‘shirk accountability and pin it all on my brother, who wasn’t here to defend himself against such vile accusations’. ”
“That’s awful,” I say. “I’m so sorry.”
“I’ll learn to live with it,” he says with a shrug, even as he tightens his arms around me. “Eventually.”
“I wish there was something I could do or say or…”
“Mom’s tried, over the years, but he won’t hear a word of it.”
Since saying I’m sorry again won’t be of any help, I remain quiet, letting Conrad silently work through his feelings until he can gather himself.
“I really am glad you’re here,” he finally says, playing with the ends of my hair, sliding his fingertips beneath my crisscrossing straps to rest his warm hand at the small of my back. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to keep thanking me. I would do it for any randomly-assigned husband I’ve only known for nineteen hours.”
Conrad snorts, and his chest shakes with laughter that grows stronger. “Best randomly-assigned wife ever,” he says next to my ear, now toying with the knot at the top of my ass where my straps are tied together.
“I really am, aren’t I?”
“You really are, princess.” His beard rasps along my cheek when he lightly kisses the edge of my jaw, bringing his large hands to my waist and down to grip my hips. With his jeans open at the fly, I can feel the ridge of his hardening cock against my belly.
Well, that’s one way to take a man’s thoughts off his father’s disappointment.
“Hello?” a woman says with a knock on the door, making me jump.
Conrad groans, grinding against my stomach as he scrunches the material of my dress up. “Just a minute!”
“Conrad?” The woman knocks again.
“Is that Alisa?” I ask Conrad with a whisper as I push my hands into his hair, pulling him closer as he draws the hem of my dress higher.
“Yes,” he answers with irritation.
Alisa knocks harder on the door.
“Just a minute!” I say before Conrad has a chance to, my lower thighs now exposed to the cool draft of the A/C.
“Mirabeth?” Alisa asks.
“Yup!” I answer, arching my back when Conrad kisses the spot on my neck just below my ear. “Conrad,” I moan, intentionally loud for Alisa’s benefit.
“Are y’all…what are y’all doing?” Alisa asks, her heels shifting on the hardwood on the other side of the door.
“Hey, Alisa? We could really use some privacy, thanks,” I say curtly.
“But…there’s a line for the other bathroom, and I really need to go,” she says, and I can hear the wince in her voice.
Conrad lets my dress fall when he removes his hands and steps back, breathing hard as he stares at me with a hungry look, his hair a mess. “Sorry. Got carried away.”
No kidding. I’ve never felt so out of control as when he has his hands on me.
My core clenches, and it’s only then I realize how close I just came to letting him fuck me in the bathroom of his mom’s house with a massive crowd of people waiting just outside the door where everyone would be able to hear us.
Oh, and also that I’m not on birth control yet, and he’s already destroyed my pussy.
Suddenly grateful for the interruption, I wait until I no longer inadvisably want to jump Conrad’s bones, then finally move to open the door. “All yours,” I say to Alisa, who isn’t looking at me but at Conrad over my shoulder…the same as Brad does, standing behind Alisa.
I reach for Conrad’s hand behind me when we exit the bathroom. Intending to turn left toward the kitchen, Conrad crowds me to the right, making me nearly trip over my feet into a guest bedroom at the end of the hall.
“What are you doing?” I ask when he closes and locks the door.
“I can’t go out there until this goes away,” he says, motioning to the still hard bulge behind his unzipped jeans. He gives me his back and slides his hands through his hair. “Can you just…walk away.”
“Walk away where?” I ask, studying the beautifully carved ocean waves on the fancy wooden full-sized bed, dresser, and nightstand. “I can leave, if you want.”
“No.”
“All right…” I say slowly and take a seat on the end of the bed, the headboard positioned beneath the wide window on the back wall. “Can I at least have your phone?” I ask when I grow bored as the minutes drag on, having accidentally left mine in my purse in the car.
“Sure,” he says, finally turning around, his hand hovering midair when he reaches for his phone in his back pocket. “Fuck.”
“What?”
“You.”
“Huh?”
“I need you, princess,” he says, springing forward and pushing me back on the bed. He looks like a wild animal, ready to eat me like he did last night, and oh, how I want him to, when he shoves his jeans down to reveal his massive cock.
“We can’t!” I squeal, even as my blood starts running hot again when he wrestles the hem of my dress up to my waist.
He chokes when he sees that I’m bare. “Why aren’t you wearing the panties I picked out?”
“I didn’t want my panty lines to show,” I say breathily, crossing my hands over my mound with embarrassment.
“I hate the idea that you’ve been walking around all those people with your little pussy bare, but fuck, do I also love it. So hot,” he says, grabbing my knees and spreading them. “Move your hands. I want to see you.”
“No!”
He has my knees hiked up and pushed down to the sides in the blink of an eye. “Move. Your. Hands. Princess,” he says sternly. “The sooner you do, the sooner I’ll be done.” He grips his shaft, biting off a moan. “And the sooner you’ll get to eat that steak you were drooling over.”
My hands fly up to grip my hair. He’s right. I really want that steak, even if the man who was grilling it was a giant turd to his son.
“Good girl,” Conrad breathes out in a rush, stroking his cock with his eyes pinned to my most intimate region. “That’s the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. Can’t believe I even fit in there. You took me so well.”
I preen at his praise, as silly as it is, and I shift my hips beneath his burning attention.
“You want me, don’t you?” he asks, gripping the back of my right thigh with his free hand, pushing my leg up higher, spreading me wider with my ass hanging off the edge of the bed.
I moan and arch my back, my clit pulsing. “We can’t,” I say weakly. “Even…even if I wanted to”—which I do—“we don’t have any protection. No birth control, no condom, no sex. No babies.”
“Ok, ok,” he says, pointing his cock down until his crown is only inches away from pushing inside me as he continues to stroke himself.
“You’re right. No babies.” For a while, he seems content with simply masturbating while staring unblinkingly at my sore pussy, grunting with each jerk of his hand.
But then he says, “Could I…just the tip of the tip…and I’ll cum on your stomach. ”
“Ok,” I easily agree with a fast nod that further musses my hair, wanting him to touch me so badly, I’m afraid I’m going to combust if he doesn’t.
“Fuck, thank you, princess.” We both moan when he bends his knees and tries to push just his tip inside me. Even that has me sucking in a pained breath, my lower lips so tender and raw from the intense stretch last night.
“Ah, I’m sorry.” He jerks his cock up, his eyes rounded and wild, teeth gritted. “Gotta warm you up first.” He switches to sliding the head of his cock along my clit, and my tense muscles relax at the pleasure. “There it is,” he says, seeing my expression lighten. “That’s better, isn’t it?”
“Mmhmm,” I agree, my hips writhing as he starts grinding against me. “So good.”
“Ready?” he asks.
I fist his T-shirt and yank his upper half down on top of me. “Yes, Conrad, yes.”
For a second, I think he’s going to kiss me when he dips his head, but he twists to the side, and his lips land on the corner of my jaw while he angles the crown of his cock to press the tip to my entrance.
“So tight. So wet,” he moans, barely applying any pressure, just as he’s supposed to…the tip of the tip.
It’s not enough.
“Please, Conrad.” I lift my legs and hook my ankles around his back. “I can take a little more now.”
“Yes, yes, you can.” Conrad grabs my hips and lifts them, forcing himself deeper. “You feel fucking incredible,” he says as he pumps shallowly.
I lightly bite his shoulder to keep from crying out when I use my legs to pull him closer.
Everything else fades—the house, the crowd, our responsibilities and promises—as we work in tandem until he’s buried as deep as he can go, his shaft sliding along every spot inside me that lights up my world.
I loop my arms around him, feeling the muscles in his strong back flex when he picks up the pace, fucking in and out of me until I have to cum. I have no choice.
Conrad abandons my left hip and presses his palm flat over my mouth when I start to scream out his name with my climax, and that only makes our illicit tryst all the hotter.
“My princess,” he says gutturally, his eyes locked with mine. “Gonna make me cum so hard.”
“Pull out!” I scream behind his hand, but it comes out garbled as he rips more pleasure and moans out of me with his faster, harder thrusts. “Pull out, pull out.”
“Going to—” He finally removes his hand, slapping it against the mattress as a vein bulges in his forehead, his hair falling forward to shadow his brow as his hips jerk out of rhythm.
“You’re supposed to pull out,” I whine. “No babies.”
“I know. I’m…I’m trying.” He reaches behind him to grab my left ankle, which I still have locked around him.
Oh. Right. I have to let go.
As soon as I drop my legs, Conrad wrenches his hips back with a pained groan, cum spurting from his glistening tip to trail up from my mound to my lower belly.
He grinds the underside of his shaft against my clit, his arms shaking with exertion to keep from collapsing on top of me.
When he’s done, he drops his forehead onto my chest, his heavy breaths skating across my overheated skin and down the top of my dress.
“Thank you, princess,” he says, twisting his head to rest his cheek over my heart. “How did I get so lucky to be assigned a wife like you?”
I hum with delight at his praise and slip my fingers into his hair, combing it back as we both come down from the highs of our orgasms. Once he’s caught his breath, he straightens, and my hands fall to my sides.
“What a mess we made,” he says with a wicked smile, swirling the tip of his index finger in the puddle of his cum below my belly button.
I squirm at the ticklish sensation. “You pulled out in time, right?”
“Yeah.” His eyes trail down my body with a strange, pensive look on his face.
“Good,” I say, straightening my legs since my hips ache.
“Mmhmm,” he agrees, though his brows furrow.
As the outside world pushes in, his cum cooling on my skin, I say, “That was too close. Can you find something to clean me up?” I’d use the now rumpled, fluffy blue comforter I’m lying on, but then I’d have to figure out how to discreetly carry it through to wherever the laundry room is to wash it.
A slow smirk tugs at Conrad’s lips as he starts rubbing his cum into my skin.
I bat his hands away. “Ew, stop that. Go get a towel or something.”
“I will…in a minute.” He continues to spread it, lowering his hands until he’s rubbing it into my inner thighs, even pushing his fingers into me to gather my arousal and spread that as well.
“So not cool, bro,” I say breathily when he takes my hand and helps me off the bed. “Now I’m all sticky and smelly, and I still have to clean up.”
Conrad grins, and I scuttle behind him when he clears a path to the hall bathroom so I can wash up with a hand towel that he fetches for me from the linen closet. I shoo him away when he doesn’t leave.
“Can’t a girl get a little privacy?” I ask, soaping up the cloth and starting to hike my severely wrinkled dress up.
He shakes his head, crossing his arms as he leans his butt against the vanity, watching me wipe my thighs.
“Dude, seriously. You promised me steak. I want my steak.”
He finally relents and leans in to kiss the edge of my jaw. “Fine, but only because you’ve been such a good girl,” he whispers in my ear, my stomach fluttering.
An orgasm and a sexy man about to serve me up a juicy steak? I think I could get used to this kind of princess treatment.