10. Chapter Ten #2
Marcie couldn’t help but laugh at that. “A baby and a client in the same day,” she said, shaking her head. Her body was warm and fine against mine, and I ached to unfasten that robe of hers with my teeth. “I did good for you today, didn’t I, Jack?”
“The best, angel,” I told her. If Marcie had ever worried about measuring up to her fellow wives—if she’d seen herself receding in the rearview while they went on Morning Harbor and Call Your Daddy—she didn’t need to worry any longer.
“I wasn’t kidding when I told you how proud I was of you. If anything, I was underselling it.”
Her grin went almost criminal. “Does that mean I can be a little greedy tonight?”
God, how could a girl be so cute and so slutty at the same time?
“Angel, you pretty much secured the Avery Company’s future today. You can be as greedy as you want.”
Marcie nibbled her bottom lip. “Awesome,” she purred. “Normally, I’d say I want a present. But tonight, Uncle Jack? I want two.”
She held up two fingers, wiggling them.
“Because I’ve decided I’ve been a very, very good girl for you, and good girls get their wishes granted.”
I sensed I was going to like this. I’d gone from a sultan to a genie in the span of a single evening.
“I’m listening, babygirl.”
Marcie giggled. “Wish number one is easy,” she said, her fingers sliding beneath my shirt. “I want you. And I want you all to myself. Just us.”
“We’re the only ones here, angel,” I said without thinking.
Both of us knew that wasn’t true, though.
Marcie’s smile told me she was thinking the same thing. “I want you and me,” she insisted, biting her bottom lip. “No other wives, no other girls. Like it was in your McLaren.” She sighed happily. “I want to celebrate the good news with you.”
“Wish granted,” I growled, reaching for her hips. “Honestly, angel, if the other one’s this easy, I might have to do the genie thing for real and up you to three wishes…”
As I went to kiss her, her confidence faltered for just a second. “Wait! I haven’t told you the second one yet.”
I blinked. “I kind of figured you would save that for afterwards, babygirl.”
She nodded, her tongue working the interior of her cheek. “I… my second wish is that I want to be a different wife than I usually am. Just for tonight.”
Hmm? “Different how, angel?”
“You’ll see,” she promised. She hooked her thumb in the knot at the front of her robe, watching my face as my gaze followed the motion. “I kind of want to be in charge for once? I don’t call the shots very often, especially with the other wives. But tonight…”
She unhooked the knot in one smooth motion. The robe fell open, revealing Marcie’s soft, luscious, freshly washed body. I won my bet—underneath the robe, she was completely naked.
“Tonight I don’t want to be the one asking if things are okay.” The look she gave me was pure Marcella, not Marcie, and would’ve made anyone who saw keenly aware of what last name she carried. “I want to lay down the law. The way a certain other person who we both love does.”
Kiki, I thought. She wants to feel like the wife in charge.
I thought I had some inkling of what Marcie had in mind. And I liked it.
“Yes ma’am,” I said, my heart hammering against my ribcage. “I think we can do that.”
She giggled, and all at once she was the coed who’d signed me up for History of Film Techniques. “Not until after you grant my first wish, Jack,” she purred, pulling me close. “Right now, I don’t want to think about anything except how good it feels having you right here, right now…”
I could do that, too.
I leaned in, stripping the robe from her body and tossing it in the corner.
There was a time in Marcie’s life when she would’ve hidden her nudity, but that part of her had grown bold somewhere around the French Riviera during our honeymoon.
She struck a pose instead, arching her back and presenting her perky breasts as we shimmied beneath the covers.
I took my time. My mouth on hers became my mouth on her neck, then on her breasts, then kissing my way down her taut, trembling little tummy as she realized what I planned to do.
Her body was warm from arousal and from the heat of her bath, and the skin of her legs and thighs was still faintly pink from the soaking she’d given herself before my arrival.
Her fingers found my hair as my stubble grazed the softness of her inner thigh. “Oh, Jack,” she whimpered, lifting her hips to meet me. “Fuck, please…”
Greedy girl, I thought, grinning. But tonight, you’ve earned it.
“You said you don’t want to call the shots,” I teased, my mouth so close to her pussy that she could feel the words against the most sensitive part of her anatomy. “But maybe you want to tell me what to do? Just this once?”
Marcie’s nails dug into the back of my scalp. “Stop teasing me and fucking eat it,” she whimpered, spreading herself wider for me. “Right now. Please. Oh fuck, I need it so bad…”
Marcie probably would have kept on begging for an hour if I hadn’t chosen that moment to stop grinning, put my mouth right on her heavenly little pussy and drive every other thought out of that gorgeous head of hers.
A groan like she’d just slipped into a second warm bath escaped her as my tongue pushed into her folds.
Marcie always tasted wonderful, but fresh out of the tub and with her folds glistening with arousal, my babygirl was a fucking banquet.
The taste of her went straight to the caveman part of my brain, turning me into an animal as I lapped at the bare, glistening valley between her legs.
The heel of her hand pressed down on the back of my head. Her hips rose to meet me, and she propped herself up on her other elbow so she could watch me devour her.
My lips found the hard, sensitive nub at the apex of her pussy and sucked it before swirling my tongue around in a spiral.
Marcie nearly came apart beneath me right then and there—and when I added my fingers to the mix, stabbing them deep against that special, spongey spot only I and the other wives knew about, her legs shook uncontrollably.
“Fuck! Oh—oh God, Jack, yes!”
Marcie screamed with bliss. It didn’t take a terribly perceptive man to figure out why: both of us knew that we had an audience.
Oh, not Tallulah—I had little doubt that the lady of the house had sequestered herself as far away from both of us as possible, probably with a set of earmuffs to boot.
I wasn’t thinking about the servants, either.
I was thinking about Caroline.
Whose suite shared a wall with ours. Who could undoubtedly hear Marcie’s gasps and sobs of pleasure as the man twice her age she called her husband made her tight young pussy quiver and throb as he handled it the same way he handled his sports car.
“Oh my God, oh mi gawd ohmigawd!” Syllables spilled hot and fast from Marcie as I hummed against her cunt, burying myself between her legs like a dog trying to lap at the bottom of a bowl.
“Yes, eat my fucking pussy, eat that Delta Rho pussy, Jack! Oh my God I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum all over your face… !”
Her thighs clamped around my ears as she hit the brink and went weightless.
Marcie’s ass lifted clean off the mattress as her cunt boiled over, a flood of honey dripping from her tight little slit as her walls clenched and shuddered around my fingers.
The cry she let out was so loud that I doubted any pair of earmuffs would keep someone from hearing it.
I wondered how red Tallulah’s face was right now.
Then I stopped thinking about anything except how incredible Marcie tasted.
I lapped at her as she shuddered and writhed, prolonging her orgasm. Then I lifted my head, chin wet, and looked up and down the length of her trembling body like a man surveying his kingdom.
“I had a feeling you wanted that,” I told her. “You enjoy screaming for the house, angel?”
Only the whites of Marcie’s eyes showed as she rode out the aftershocks of her bliss. “I… I have no idea what you mean…”
I snickered. Of course she’d wanted Caroline to hear that.
“Enough of you being in charge for now, babygirl,” I grunted, grabbing her ass and pushing her gently towards the headboard. “I want to fuck you. You ready for this cock?”
I said this last part loud enough that anyone next door would have been able to hear it as clear as a bell. I could’ve sworn I heard a whimper through the plaster.
“So ready,” she groaned, before grinning. “You love going down on me. But it’s really just so you can make me all hot and wet for you, isn’t it?”
“Guilty as charged,” I rasped.
“You’re a dangerous man,” Marcie panted, her words hitching as I mounted her. “I’m so glad that you’re the one and only man I’ve ever fucked—”
Her words broke off in a cry of passion as I pushed the crown of my cock into her soaking wet folds.
Oh. Oh fuck.
God, she was so warm. Everything about Marcie was even hotter and slicker than usual, so much so that I wondered if the pregnancy hormones were already starting to work some kind of magic within her.
Her legs parted for me like she’d been waiting for me to take her from the second we pulled up at the Harrington residence, and as I buried another inch of myself inside of her I took hold of the big, ornate headboard behind Marcie’s head and stuck my fingers between it and the wall, gripping it tight.
The thing looked antique, and I didn’t need Tallulah complaining about any cracks in the plaster after we were done.
Both of us groaned as one as I bottomed out inside of her.
She wrapped her legs around me, welcoming me deeper than deep as I pinned her between myself and the headboard.
Forget ‘calling the shots’: it would’ve been harder for me to find a more submissive position to put my angel in after the bliss I’d given her with my mouth.
“Go slow,” Marcie whimpered, spilling that third wish of hers after all. “Please? I want… fuck, it’s so rare that any of us get this all to ourselves these days. I just want this to last!”