Chapter 3 #2
Nima shifted behind her, his work boot making the slightest noise.
She suddenly fit better against him, as if he’d widened his legs to accommodate her hips and butt.
Was that good or bad? Her body had changed so much since she’d last seen him.
She’d always been muscular and strong. But over the past decade, she’d gained weight and filled out.
Mari had never given it much thought. She liked her figure, pleased with her muscles and curves.
Did Nima also like this new version of her?
Gah, stop wondering about shit like that, Mar!
But no, her mind wouldn’t stop. She’d only had a second to take in Nima when she’d opened the closet door, and he’d seemed bigger too.
His shoulders were broader, providing more of him to lean against. He kept his facial fur trimmer than in his youth, as if he took more care with his appearance.
While she’d always loved his earthy scent, it now hinted of refinement, maturity.
Like aged wine. Was that silly? She and Nima had huge issues between them .
. . But from a purely physical sense, Mari liked her current situation. Maybe too much.
She immediately challenged that last thought.
So what if she still found her ex sexually attractive?
No one would know if later she indulged in her favorite sex toy, Big Blue.
The ribbed silicone dildo rang her bell better than any human, and she wasn’t about to date another yeti.
What turned her on and what she did in the privacy of her bedroom was her own business. She refused to feel weird about it.
The lovebirds scuffled and changed direction, distracting Mari from thoughts of Big Blue.
They panted and groped their way out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, closer to the large windows but out of her and Nima’s view.
Being this near to someone else’s intimacy felt invasive but also sexy and a bit of a turn-on.
This guy knew what his lady liked. That was important in a lover.
Nima had always been a generous lover. Even in their youth, when they’d experimented with oral, he’d insisted on going down on Mari first, making sure she orgasmed.
He’d blown her teenage mind twice before he’d let her wrap her lips around his dick.
She couldn’t help but smile and feel a little aroused at the memory.
A prickle of awareness passed through her. She still had her hand entwined with Nima’s, the other against his . . . erm, solid, muscular thigh. Nima’s hips practically cradled her backside, which she’d pressed firmly against him to fit into the space.
Was it getting a little warm in this closet?
Her flush deepened a moment later as she sensed something hard at her back. Nima, a solid wall of muscle, hadn’t relaxed as he stood squished behind her, but this was different. This was the stiffening of one specific spot. Had Nima’s dick dropped from his sheath?
Her pulse ticked up a notch at the possibility.
She’d rather be titillated later in the privacy of her own bedroom than while trapped in this closet, but here they were.
She clenched her thighs, wanting to see Nima.
Human dicks didn’t compare to a giant, midnight-blue, yeti cock dropping from its white, furry sheath.
Mari ever-so-subtly shifted her hips, rubbing against Nima. Just to know—maybe she was imagining things. The hard rod that pressed against her back felt very, very dick-like. When she did it a second time—for scientific accuracy, of course—his response was immediate.
Nima’s hand came around to her hip, both holding her in place and pulling her harder against him—yes, a definite hot, hard, erect, yeti dick.
Though subtle, Nima seemed to grind into Mari’s backside. Or was that her rubbing back into him? Fuck, they were both grinding. And it felt good. So good. The heavy panting and groans of pleasure from the other room only seemed like encouragement now.
Would it be wrong to place Nima’s hand on her breast? He had always touched her better than anyone else. Why not chase this little bit of joy? It wasn’t every day she got stuck in the closet with her hot yeti ex.
She shouldn’t overthink it. “Live in the now,” everyone said. Can’t change the past—that was full of hurt anyway. And the future . . . Well, who the hell knew what that would bring. But with her purchase of the bakery today, things were looking up.
Carefully, so she didn’t make noise—not that the moaning couple in the bedroom would have noticed—Mari brought their joined hands to her chest and placed Nima’s on her breast. A bold, bold move on her part, but given his slow micro-thrusts against her back, she didn’t think she was out of line.
Nima responded in three ways. First, his fingers tightened around her, palm brushing across her sensitive nipple in the best way ever.
Then, his chest vibrated with a silent growl—gods, she’d missed that.
And last, his other hand moved from her hip to cup her pussy.
Her aching, wet pussy. Now who was being bold?
Mari nearly came on the spot. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had touched her like this.
As Nima’s hand circled, she barely noticed the couple’s grunts and cries. She wanted to feel Nima too. Sliding her hand to the apex of his thighs, she palmed the hard line of his cock under the tough fabric of his pants. She couldn’t reach all of him, but her touch made Nima shudder at her back.
His reaction heightened Mari’s response and, as the couple thumped against the wall in the other room, Mari closed her eyes and chased her pleasure. She’d never felt safer or more complete than with Nima. His practiced hands knew exactly how and where to touch her, even over her clothes.
Mari was going to come. As if sensing this, Nima angled his hand to let her grind against him with her own rhythm.
When his wide, raspy tongue flicked over her ear piercings, and he pinched her nipple through her sweater and bra, pleasure flashed through her body.
She climaxed, silently shaking against Nima as her orgasm ripped through her.
Holy. Hell.
Mari’s chest rose and fell as she sagged against Nima, her whole body tingling with sensation.
But a moment later someone yelled up the stairs, “Ryan, dude, you up there?”
The new, loud voice doused Mari’s lingering lust like a bucket of slushy water on a winter bonfire.
Awareness crept in, and Mari’s pulse quickened. What did I just do? Her body stiffened as panic threatened, and she drew ever so slightly away from Nima—the guy who broke her fucking heart. How convenient of her traitorous hormones to forget that major detail this evening.
From the bedroom, the man called, “Be right down.”
As if in a trance, Mari watched the couple shuffle back into the bathroom. He worked his fly, splashed water on his face, then helped the woman untangle her leggings. Once she’d dressed, he smoothed her hair and gave her a slow, sweet kiss before they walked out hand in hand.
It won’t last! Mari’s inner cynic heckled. Young love rarely did. She and Nima were proof of that.
Mari had to get out of there. She should never have come. While sweat pricked at her forehead, Nima’s arms loosened around her. He felt it too. He shouldn’t be holding her. They’d let their hormones take complete control. This is so fucked up!
After the rustling plastic sheet announced the couple’s exit, Mari, anxious pulse now making her whole chest shake with every beat of her heart, forced herself to ignore the hot wall of muscle at her back, and slowly counted to ten.
She gave the couple time to descend the stairs and rejoin the party.
As soon as she hit ten, she burst from the closet and fled the bathroom without a backward glance. If someone saw her come down the stairs, Mari didn’t notice through the welling tears in her eyes. She made a beeline for the front door, shoved her feet into her boots, and stormed outside.