Chapter 23
Levi
This time, when Arizona made an impromptu appearance at home in the middle of the day, I made sure we had plenty of time before the bus was due to arrive. I also carried her upstairs to our bedroom and locked the damn door.
The minute I set her down, she began clawing at my clothes, ripping my shirt over my head before tugging on the waistband of my athletic shorts.
“Hey.” I gripped her wrists, halting her frantic motions. “Can I take you to dinner tonight?”
A wrinkle formed between her brows. “Why?”
“Is it so crazy that I might want to date my wife?”
Arizona blew out a breath. “Levi, let’s just enjoy the arrangement we have now.”
Sure, the sex was great—otherworldly, in fact—but I craved the non-physical intimacy just as much.
Never thought I’d hear myself say that, but it was true, nonetheless.
“I’m starting to feel like a piece of meat,” I confessed.
Her laughter came out loud and strong. “You’re kidding, right?”
Yes, I could fully appreciate the irony.
I heaved a sigh. “You said it yourself that I’ve changed.” Releasing her wrists, I cupped her cheek with my hand. “You’re all I think about. I want more.”
She blinked up at me. “If you knew the real me, you wouldn’t say that.”
Rearing back, I asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she looked almost scared.
Tell me what you’re hiding, baby. Let me help lighten your burden.
“It means—” Arizona shook her head before continuing, “It’s better if we keep things how they are now. Let’s not rock the boat, okay?”
With that, she shoved at my chest, and with my pants around my ankles, I stumbled backward, falling into the armchair of the suite’s sitting area.
“Ariz—” I got her name halfway out before she was on her knees, my dick halfway down her throat.
My vixen of a wife knew blowjobs were my weakness and used that knowledge against me to put an effective end to our conversation.
Bobbing up and down on my shaft like she couldn’t get enough, she sucked on me so hard that my vision began to darken at the edges. I groaned, my hand falling to her head, guiding her movements, and the vibrations of her endless moans settled in my balls.
I wasn’t going to last. Not if she kept deep-throating me like this.
Fire licked down my spine, and my hips lifted of their own volition as I raced toward the finish line. “Baby. Fuck. Need you to stop.”
She pulled off with a pop, a string of saliva extending from her swollen lips to my cock. “Where do you want to come, husband?”
Hearing her claim me like that was almost my undoing, and I had to squeeze a tight fist around my dick to keep from blowing my load.
“Inside you. Always inside you,” I rasped. The snug fit of her cunt molded around my cock was pure bliss, especially since I could take her bare.
Arizona rose to her feet, kicking off her heels, then teasing the hem of her skirt up her toned thighs. When her glistening pussy came into view, I leaned forward for a taste, but she put a foot on my shoulder, forcing me back into my seat.
“Nuh-uh,” she chided. “You’ll take what I give you and thank me for it.”
My fingers dug into the armrests. That was the only way to keep myself from reaching for her.
She continued her little strip show, lifting her dress to reveal that scar I’d traced with my tongue more times than I could count, then her soft stomach and perky breasts, before the garment finally cleared her head and was discarded.
A quick flick of her wrist behind her back, and her lace bra fell away, leaving my beautiful wife standing naked before me.
“Put me out of my misery, baby,” I begged. “Sit on my cock.”
“Not yet.” She turned, giving me the perfect view of her heart-shaped ass as she sauntered toward her nightstand, where I knew she kept her stash of toys.
Oh, fuck yes.
Unlike some guys, I’d never felt threatened by female pleasure aides. Maybe it was because I never left a woman unsatisfied in bed; I was able to view them as a teammate during our sexual activities instead of worrying they would become my replacement.
Whatever item she selected, Arizona kept it concealed behind her back upon her return.
“Show me,” I commanded.
With the sexiest smirk, she brought forth a shining silver butt plug, pressing the tip of it to my lips. “Open.”
She didn’t have to ask me twice. I instantly obeyed, sucking the curved metal into my mouth.
Her pupils blew wide as she watched on, her chest heaving with each ragged inhale. “That’s it. Get it nice and wet for me.”
Maybe I should let her take charge in bed more often, because this was hot as fuck.
Arizona pulled the plug away and inspected the saliva-slickened surface.
“That’s not enough lube, baby.”
She leaned in, licking a path up the side of my neck until her mouth was right beside my ear. “I like a little bit of pain.”
Well, fuck me dead.
Withdrawing, she crossed the room, bending over the mattress and spreading her legs, putting her mouthwatering cunt on full display. My cock wept, desperate to sink inside her warmth.
With one hand, she spread her cheeks, then used the other to tease the plug past that tight ring of muscle. There was the tiniest whimper when she met resistance, but she kept going until it was fully seated, the bright blue jewel at the base sparkling in the sunlight.
When she stood, her hips shifted, and her head dropped back on a moan. My fingers flexed, itching to wrap the long brown hair trailing down her back around my fist.
“Baby, please.” My voice came out strained.
Spinning on her heels, my wife moved closer with an exaggerated sway of her hips. She leaned over me, putting her peaked nipples right in my face.
I was helpless to resist temptation and pulled one of them into my mouth, teasing it into a sharp point with my teeth.
“Mmm.” Arizona’s moan floated toward the ceiling as she clutched my head closer to her breast.
The next thing I knew, she was climbing onto the armchair, straddling me.
Heat radiated from her cunt, and I raised my hips off the cushions, my throbbing dick desperate to make contact.
The head of my cock grazed the slickness of her arousal, and my mouth popped off her tit so that I could let out a loud groan. “Need you.”
“And you’ll have me,” Arizona promised. “When I’m good and ready.”
It was official: I wasn’t going to survive this sexual encounter.
She gripped my shaft, positioned it at her entrance, and the loudest sigh of relief heaved from my chest. But my wife only chuckled darkly. “Don’t get too excited.”
My brow furrowed. “Huh?”
Arizona sank down that first inch, and I stopped breathing. Already, I could feel how much tighter the fit was with the plug in her ass.
Instead of dropping all the way down, she bounced on only the tip. Over and over, she took the most sensitive part of my dick inside her, teasing and taunting me with the promise of more, only to take it away.
I was trembling from head to toe, and beads of sweat coated every inch of my skin. My white-knuckled grip on the armrests was the only thing keeping me from losing control.
Never in my life had I felt a desperation like this, and a whimper—a motherfucking whimper—spilled from my lips.
Gripping my hair with both hands, Arizona wrenched my head back. “You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you, baby?”
New kink unlocked because, more than anything, I wanted to be her good boy in this moment.
I licked my lips, panting, “Arizona, I—”
“I know,” she cooed, sliding one hand down to stroke my cheek. “You’ve done so well. It’s time for your reward.”
In the next heartbeat, she lowered herself fully onto my cock, and my brain short-circuited as I went on sensory overload.
It was all too much—the blistering heat, her silken walls gripping me like a vise, the fit tighter than anything I’d ever experienced.
“Holy fuck!” I shouted.
“Feel good?” Arizona swiveled over my lap.
My eyes fell shut, and I rasped, “Like heaven.”
She let out a pleased hum, giving a hypnotic roll of her hips that sent brilliant bolts of ecstasy shooting through my nervous system.
“How—” A low grunt was pulled from my chest. “How did you get so good at this?”
Her hands landed on my shoulders, using them for leverage. Riding my dick like a pro, she moaned. “Years of practice.”
That admission cut through the haze of lust, and my eyes snapped open. I had no right to ask, but I couldn’t stop myself. “Have there been many other men?”
Arizona gave a slight nod. “Yes. Does that bother you?”
“No.” Would make me the world’s biggest hypocrite if it did.
Something clicked into place in my brain, and the truth hit me hard enough to steal the breath from my lungs.
The men who came before didn’t matter, not so long as I was the last one.
She was my fucking wife. And I was going to do everything in my power to make sure it stayed that way.
I was keeping this incredible woman. End of story.
Her hips faltered, her moans growing in pitch, and she begged on a breathless cry, “Touch me, Levi.”
Yes, ma’am.
My palms landed on her ass, helping move over my shaft. “Like this?”
“Harder.”
I dug my fingers into her flesh with enough force to leave bruises and slammed her down so hard it made her scream.
The electricity from our connection fried my senses, causing a buzzing in my ears.
No, wait. I knew that sound. One of our phones was going off.
I froze, buried deep inside my wife, who let out a whine. “No, I’m not there yet.”
“Is that your phone or mine?”
Arizona listened intently. “Yours. It’s coming from the floor where your pants are.”
Then it wasn’t anything that couldn’t wait until we were done, and I went right back to fucking my wife like today was our last day on earth.
She clenched around me, her inner walls clamping down on me like a fist, and my balls tightened painfully.
I was ready to blow, but I needed to get her there first.
Releasing my hold on her ass, I dropped one hand between her open thighs, rubbing furiously over her clit, while pinching her nipple with the other. All the while, I continued to pound into her from below.
“Oh fuck! I’m coming!” Arizona shouted loudly enough to bring the ceiling down before her pussy locked down tight, and she convulsed in my arms.
I gripped her hips, grunting as I succumbed to my release, the blinding pleasure shooting through me with the force of a rocket launcher.
The pulsing waves were endless as I emptied deep inside her, filling her with so much cum that it seeped out around my cock, coating our thighs.
Arizona collapsed against my chest, breathing heavily as she came down from her orgasm. Drained myself, all I had the energy to do was run my hands up and down her back, the urge to keep her close stronger than ever.
She hummed against my skin, a pout in her tone. “I have to get back to work.”
“I know.” My fingers tangled in her long, brown locks. “Just one more minute, okay?”
Burrowing into my embrace, she breathed, “Okay.”
Those sixty seconds went by too fast, and I was forced to let her go.
Snagging my shorts off the ground, I pulled my phone out of the pocket and frowned. “The school called and left a message. That can’t be good.”
Arizona was quick to wave off my concern, holding up her own cell and shaking it. “They hit me up too. Probably one of those robocalls they send out to every number on file to let us know about an upcoming fundraiser or some other event.”
She stepped past me, naked, disappearing into the bathroom to clean up.
For some reason, my gut demanded I listen to the voicemail.
Pressing play, I brought my phone to my ear, and a female voice began speaking.
“Hello, Mr. Nixon. This is Cynthia Morris from Seaside Middle School. I have you listed as the emergency contact for both Maisie Thorne and Austin Cleary. Unfortunately, there’s been an incident, and we need you to come down here as soon as possible. Thank you, goodbye.”
My heart dropped to my stomach.
What happened? Were they okay?
Grabbing Arizona’s discarded dress, I walked right into the ensuite, where she was still on the toilet.
Eyes wide, she screeched, “Levi!”
I tossed her clothes at her feet.
“Get dressed. We need to get to the school.”