Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Molly
I’m having an out-of-body experience right here on my own couch—the same one where I watch The Office with my kid and eat Pringles out of the can while promising myself I’ll start my diet next week.
And the only stitch of clothing I’m wearing is the black lace push-up bra Ramona insisted I buy. Best friends are absolute geniuses! She also made me promise to allow myself to let go tonight and live dangerously, and I’m so glad she did.
It’s thrilling being a wanton vixen for once in my life, taking chances and doing whatever strikes me. I pinched Bobby’s nipple and threw myself at him, for goodness’ sake! And he clearly liked it! Maybe this is the start of Molly 2.0 and I’m finally entering my sex goddess era.
I moan into the quiet of the room, my back arching off the couch and causing me to slide farther down. Bobby murmurs something against my clit before flicking it with his tongue. I react by digging my heels into his shoulder blades so hard I’m afraid I might impale him with my stilettos.
Does every straight adult man know how to do this expertly, or did I just luck out with Bobby? Because I can say with certainty that my two high school and college boyfriends were complete amateurs. And Blake? He generally avoided the task, which was fine with me. The last thing you want is for your sexual partner to engage in an activity that doesn’t turn them on.
But I can tell from the sounds Bobby is making over my clit that going down on me is his version of a kid in a candy store. Who knew? I can’t wait to return the favor.
He licks and nuzzles my center again before his tongue delves inside me, and a shiver of ecstasy consumes my entire body. I’m hot and cold, relaxed and restless, excited and scared shitless—all at the same time.
“Fuck, you taste good,” Bobby rumbles when he comes up for air, never giving me a moment of reprieve as his fingers take over where his tongue left off. They twist and swirl, working me into a frenzy that has only one place to go.
His lips and clean-shaved chin glisten in the lamplight, and I’m too turned on to be embarrassed or freaked out to know it’s my own arousal on his skin. I open my mouth to say something, but the only thing to come out is another moan when he hooks his finger inside me and hits the bullseye like a master archer. Damn, he’s good at this—and I refuse to ponder the reason. Nope.
When his tongue rejoins his talented fingers, it’s only seconds until my cry of release bounces off the living room walls. It’s so loud I wonder afterward if Ramona and Amir heard it and thought a cat was dying outside. My body trembles and spasms with aftershocks as I revel in the feeling of an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced for once. Bobby groans in satisfaction and licks my center with a thoroughness that reminds me of the way I clean up the last remnants of brownie batter from the mixing bowl.
My fingers begin screaming in protest, and it’s only now I realize that I’ve had a death grip on the edges of the couch cushion under me this whole time. I release it and try catching my breath as I shake my cramped hands out.
“Hmm.” Bobby’s head pops up from between my legs and he shoots me a smug grin as he watches my flapping hands. “That’s a new one. Must have been quite the orgasm if you’re fingers are on fire.”
I scowl at him, still breathing hard from said orgasm. “My hands are cramped.” My eyes shift from his face to my thighs where they cradle his head and then to my belly where the silver of my stretch marks catches the light from the lamp. I was so caught up in the moment, I forgot to be self-conscious of all my body’s flaws. I reflexively snatch up a throw pillow and drop it on my belly.
“What the—” Bobby gets cut off when a tassel tries to blind him.
“Oh! Sorry!” I unhitch my legs from his shoulders and scramble to a seated position, the throw pillow acting as armor.
Bobby rubs at his eye, dropping back to rest his butt on his heels. Then he puts his pro athlete reflexes to work by swiping the pillow from my lap and hurling it across the room in one fluid motion.
I gasp.
Bobby grins.
I cross one leg over the other and cover my belly with my arms.
Bobby eyes my barely covered breasts, eyebrows raised in challenge.
“Bobby.” I frown at him.
“Baby,” he coos at me. “Cover all you want. It just means I get to unwrap you again.”
“Bobby,” I say again, this time popping off my death-trap stilettos and stopping him with a bare foot to his chest when he creeps closer. I just need a second to get my head together.
But my date clearly has other plans. He removes my foot, cradling it gently in one hand while he wipes his mouth and chin with a swipe of his shirt sleeve—all the while closing the distance between us until my knees are pressed into his gut.
“Baby,” he whispers this time, right before he leans into me and kisses me long and deep.
I’ve always thought a lover calling me baby would be a mood killer, but coming from Bobby, it’s an absolute turn on. I lose focus on whatever I’m supposed to be thinking about. Something about not moving too fast? Or reminding myself this is only about fun? Whatever it is, it will have to wait for later.
I free my arms and hands from where they’re crushed between us, one going to the back of Bobby’s neck and the other reaching out to the side to switch the lamp off. There, that’s better. The kiss continues, and I revel in it until I hear another click and open my eyes to see that Bobby has just switched the lamp on again.
Not so fast, wise guy. I break the kiss to let my lips travel to his jaw and then his ear. He hisses when my tongue finds a spot that has him shivering. I lick it again and click the light off.
Bobby jerks back and reaches over to switch it on again. “On,” he insists.
I bat his hand away and switch it off. “Off.” When he reaches for it again, I grab his hand with both of mine and bring it to my mouth where I slide his index finger between my lips and swirl my tongue around it before giving it a firm suck.
“ Fuuuck meee ,” he groans distractedly. “Off it is.”
Before I can even momentarily revel in my victory, Bobby rises to his feet and finishes unbuttoning his shirt one-handed. With the light off, I can barely make out the firmly muscled chest and abs I’ve felt through his clothes. I continue teasing his finger until I have to let him go to allow the shirt to drop to the floor. Then, with alarming speed, Bobby shucks his slacks and underwear in one motion, releasing what I’m sure is a rock-hard cock. But I can’t really see it, dammit!
Not letting my squinting eyes stray from the man before me, I reach out for the lamp once more and click the switch. “On.”
I hear him chuckle, but my eyes are riveted to the thick, long, impossibly hard cock that bobs between us. My mouth begins to water. I’ve never in my life had my mouth water at the sight or thought of a man’s cock. Yet here I am.
He says something, but I’m too busy admiring his penis to register what it is until he repeats himself. “Molly.” My eyes dart up to meet his, and I find two warm brown pools gazing down at me with molten desire.
It’s a look I don’t remember ever having seen before from any man. Like if he can’t have me right now, he might actually perish.
And I feel the exact same way.
So, I uncross my legs and stand, allowing my arms to fall to my sides before I reach behind my back and unhook my bra. The flimsy scrap of lace falls to the floor and there I am. There we are. Fully naked. Fully revealed.
Bobby swallows hard before speaking in a tight voice. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“So are you,” I whisper. My heart is a bass drum in my chest, booming faster and louder each second as we stand and look at each other.
Bobby finally reaches out and pulls me to him, letting his hands rove my curves as his mouth takes mine again. My hands are happy to do their own exploring. He’s smooth and firm everywhere. Even his ass is perfectly tight, which probably shouldn’t surprise me. He is a professional athlete, after all. It’s his job to be fit. But I can’t believe this is my life right now!
Our embrace becomes a fever-pitched contest to see who can cover more ground than the other with our roaming hands and lips until I find myself pinned down under Bobby on my living room carpet. I hear the vague crinkling of what I deduce is a condom wrapper. Shit! I hadn’t even thought about that. Shows how out of practice I am.
Bobby rises to his knees and wastes no time rolling the condom on his length and then settling his weight over me again. His elbows fall to either side of me, supporting his weight as his eyes roam my face and his thumbs brush my cheeks. The fever has ebbed for a minute as we stare wordlessly at one another.
I realize he’s waiting for me—giving me a chance to back out if I want to. But I am fully on board with this, so I let my fingertips skate down the ridges of his broad shoulders and back until I slide one down to reach between us and take him in my hand. When my knees fall open, he slowly lowers himself to drop a gentle, almost reverent, kiss on my lips as he notches himself at my entrance and nudges into me with care.
“Bobby,” I sigh his name as he retreats and presses forward again until he’s half seated.
“Fucking hell, Molly. You’re so tight,” he practically wheezes, and something about it makes me laugh. This, in turn, makes him groan loudly and shut me up with a hard kiss to my lips. When he pulls out this time, he holds nothing back, thrusting forward to fill me completely. My head falls back on a silent cry as I wrap my legs around him, ready to take everything he has to give.
I’m more full than I’ve ever been, but I need him to move. I need friction and pressure along with this delicious fullness. But I don’t need to tell him that because, in the next moment, Bobby pulls halfway out before thrusting all the way in again, beginning to establish a rhythm that works me up into a panting mess.
The strokes that began carefully increase gradually in power and abandon, our sighs and groans filling the air around us. My eyes fall shut as I focus on everything he’s doing to my body. He’s in complete control of it, working me up to what I fear might be an orgasm big enough to kill me. But what a way to go.
He smells like clean sweat, sandalwood, and pepper, and I breathe him in as if he’s life-giving oxygen while our bodies, slick with perspiration, slide against one another’s. My eyes flutter open to see his intense gaze locked on mine as he powers in and out of me. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life, and I don’t want it ever to end. Of course, I change my mind when a familiar fluttering sends my pelvis pulsing and Bobby fuses his mouth to mine in a searing kiss as I begin to come apart.