3. #SuckerforMe
THREE
#SUCKERFORME
Rose
Breaking into the West mansion . I snort, lifting my dress high so I don’t trip over it as I climb the stairs. Although I introduced myself as Jackie’s friend, I figured he’d know who I am. Or at least who I’m related to. But I guess it’s payback for not caring he’s an astronaut.
“Come on, old man,” I call down the stairs when Bodie enters the house and closes the door behind him.
The first stair creaks under his weight.
“And be quiet. We don’t want to get in trouble. I’ve already been arrested twice this year.”
“What?” His expression, shadowed in the dark, is priceless.
This is fun. Now I can see why Flynn didn’t tell Jackie about being a West at the start of their relationship.
“I’m kidding.” I reach the top of the stairs and unzip the side of my dress. “Or am I?”
His response is cut off when I push the dress off my shoulders and let it drop, the chiffon pooling around my feet.
Thanks to the discarded Spanx in the barn, I’m standing in only a nude lace bra and high heels.
Since he doesn’t comment on my lack of panties, there’s no reason to tell him about the sweaty compression garment I left hanging on a nail in the tack room back in the barn. Let him think I went commando.
When he finishes picking his jaw up off the floor, he glances over his shoulder toward the door. “What if someone comes?”
“I guess we’ll have to be quick then, huh?” I step out of my dress and saunter down the hallway to the guest room. No need to take him to my room, where something might tip him off to who I am. It’s fun playing stranger danger.
My ass and boobs jiggle as I walk, but I’ve come to realize men appreciate the jiggle. I lean against the guest room door frame and look back.
Bodie’s on tiptoe, carrying my dress.
I giggle.
He scowls. “This may be my first time breaking and entering, but I know you’re not supposed to leave evidence at the scene of the crime.”
I reach out to take it from him, but he holds it out of reach. “I don’t actually want you to put it back on. I’m not stupid.” He tosses it over his shoulder and walks toward me, backing me into the room.
I let him, knowing just how far in the bed is but pretending to be surprised when my legs bump into it, falling back onto my elbows a bit more dramatically than needed.
“Careful.” He tosses the dress on the bench at the foot of the bed, along with his suit jacket, and leans over me.
I’m so sure he’s going to kiss me I close my eyes. But he doesn’t.
“Shit.” The weight dips as he pushes off the mattress.
I open my eyes to see him closing and locking the door.
I tilt my head, enjoying the nervousness radiating off a man used to strapping himself on top of two million pounds of rocket fuel. “Are we safe now?”
“Who knows, but at least we won’t be caught ass out if one of the Wests decides to retire early.”
“Retire early?” I snort. “I was joking before, but seriously, how old are you?” I only called him old man because usually astronauts are in their thirties at the start of their career. Which isn’t old, but it’s definitely old er than me.
He pulls his tie free. “For God’s sake, I’m not old.” In a few short tugs, his buttons are undone and his shirt pulled from his trousers. And holy moly how did I not notice the elephant in the room until now?
And by elephant, I mean his dick.
’Cause it is pointing right at me, and even under the restriction of wool gabardine, it’s impressive.
I lick my lips. “That for me?”
If a sigh, a grunt, and a growl had a baby, that would be the sound Bodie makes, his eyes lasered on my lips.
“Don’t stop now.” I nod toward his pants.
He shrugs the rest of the way out of his dress shirt, revealing tanned, toned abs and a gloriously dark happy trail that make me calling him old man comical. I bite my lip in anticipation of the main reveal as he toes out of his shoes and undoes his belt.
Did you ever have a sixth sense about something?
Like you just knew something good or bad was about to happen?
Like when you find yourself drunk in the backseat of a shitty Honda driven by a blonde with glasses and you just feel all will be right with the world?
Or when your brother’s ex-girlfriend shows up at the bar and you know shit is about to go down?
And by go down, I mean getting handcuffed and having to call your lawyer.
You know, a street-smart premonition power?
No? Well, whatever. I have that feeling now.
Like, as soon as Mr. Astronaut reveals his dick, my life is going to be changed forever.
I push up off my elbows and unhook my bra, wanting to be ready for whatever life-changing event is about to take place.
My roll of fifties and a condom fall to the bedspread.
But instead of dropping trou, the damn man stands stock still, staring at my boobs.
I don’t really get the power of boobs. I mean, I wield it, because, duh, who wouldn’t? It’s like a God-given female power play to balance out the patriarchy. But I still don’t get it. Like, how are fat orbs that are milked to feed children a sex organ?
“Damn.” It’s Bodie’s turn to lick his lips.
I widen my legs, beckoning him over. And thankfully he doesn’t hesitate because these heels are heavy as hell, and I don’t have the ab strength to hold them up very long.
He puts his hands under my arms and lifts me, dragging me farther onto the bed. He doesn’t even grunt at my weight.
That’s hot.
Head lying upon the pillows, I’m caged in, Bodie braced above me, our mouths inches apart.
It hits me that we haven’t even kissed yet. At least not lip to lip on his part. And, for some reason, that makes me sad.
Taking charge, I reach up, running my hands though his hair, my nails raking over his scalp. He closes his eyes and moans.
Promising myself I’ll pay more attention to core work in the future, I crunch up and kiss him.
My first thought is how thankful I am he kept his eyes shut and didn’t see me struggle.
My second is how soft his lips are.
Quickly followed by third, which it isn’t so much that his lips are soft, but rather the actual kiss is tender. Sweet. At odds with what I thought it was going to be—hard and dirty. I melt into it.
I send a prayer of thanks when he melts into it as well, laying me back down and settling his weight between my legs and on top of me. Both my hoo-ha and weak abs thank him.
On a breath, he moans, or maybe I do. Our light movements, tongues, and delicate nips with teeth are so in sync that I can’t even tell who’s doing what. This kiss takes me out of my head, away from my constant refrain of frantic thoughts and self-doubt.
This kiss is so different from any other kiss, it might as well be my first.
I like it. But I also don’t.
It’s too… something.
Mentally, I pull back. Physically, I reach down and finish undoing his pants, cursing him when I have to lift my legs up again so I can use my heels to help push the waistband down over his butt.
Blindly, I reach out with my left hand and find the condom.
“In a hurry?” Bodie trails kisses down my neck, his movements still soft and tender.
I use my mouth to tear the corner of the package. “If you’re not, I’m gonna get offended.”
“Oh, I’m in a hurry, but I also want to enjoy every minute.” He sucks on the peak of my breast, his tongue flicking over the nipple. Forgetting what I said about boobs being lame sex organs, I moan, almost dropping the condom.
An odd panic begins to build inside me. Like if I let myself lose control, get lost in his touch, I’ll be allowing an intimacy to grow that I’ve never felt with another one-night stand—hell, that I’ve never felt ever.
I squeeze his dick hard.
“Jesus.” His forehead drops to my collarbone, his shoulder muscles tensing like he’s fisting the covers.
Taking the reprieve from his mouth, I slide the condom on.
It takes longer than usual, and just as I suspected, his dick is life-changing. Girthy.
I’m both disappointed and relieved I don’t set eyes on it.
He takes my mouth with his again, this time more aggressive, as if I’ve pushed him to the edge. Instead of a sense of relief at the lack of tenderness, the panic continues to grow.
Planting my heels in the bed, I push up, thrusting his dick inside me.
Both of us freeze. Him surprised, me impaled.
Holy hard cock.
Bodie finds his voice first. “Did you just top me from the bottom?”
In answer, I practice my kegels.
“Fuuuuck.” He rises up, pushing his weight into his forearms on the bed, the movement settling him even deeper inside me.
His cock might break me in two.
It would be a glorious death.
After a beat, Bodie begins to move, and I lower my heels, letting him take over.
But the slamming and pumping I expect doesn’t come. He circles, presses, undulates. Sex with this guy is like riding a wave, the tide threatening to take me under.
The rise of a new orgasm pulses where his pelvis rubs against me. It is scary how badly I want that pleasure to take over me while we’re connected. To just let him take control, to give myself over to it.
Hooking my right heel over his hip, I push off with my left, rolling him onto his back.
Once settled on top, I look down, surprised I don’t have a six-pack from all my efforts or that his dick didn’t rupture my cervix.
Instead I feel full in a very, very good way. And I’m in control. The way I like it.
And by the way Bodie’s eyes focus on my ta-tas once more, I’d say he likes it too.
Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I fuck him. There really isn’t any other word for it. Up, down, up, down.
Bodie’s fingers pinch my nipples, grab my ass, rub my clit. While I fuck him he’s doing ALL the things.
Damn it’s good. So good.
My eyes roll back in my head, the pleasure about to erupt between us.
Vance
“Rose? Rose, are you up there?”
Both of our eyes fly to the bedroom door. Her seated position has my dick rubbing the front wall of her vagina, which clenches in surprise from the interruption.
“It’s the wedding planner,” Rose whispers, not looking all that concerned.
I would’ve thought the panic at being caught breaking and entering into someone’s house to have sex would make me soft, but with Rose clenching down around me, plus her grabbing her own breasts, the weight of them spilling out the sides of her hands, I’m pushed over the edge.
I tense, all my muscles flexing as I buck beneath her. Her knowing smirk as she pinches her nipples only elongates my orgasm.
“Rose?” The voice gets closer.
Covering my mouth with her hand as my dick twitches inside of her, Rose calls out toward the locked door, “Yeah, I’m here. What’s up?”
“Oh thank God.” From the echo in her voice it sounds like she’s on the stairs in the foyer. “It’s time for the toasts.” The clack of heels tells me she’s on the landing.
A drop of sweat beads at my temple.
“Okay, no worries.” Rose scratches her nose. “I’ll be right down.”
“Great.” More clacking, only this time the noise fades.
Rose gets up, my well-used dick sliding out of her.
“And, uh, could you get Trish too?” The wedding planner’s voice echoes around the foyer. “She’s, ah, in the trailer with Ian.”
“Probably getting to finish what I didn’t,” Rose mutters, standing and snagging her bra from the bed. “Yeah, I’ll take care of it,” she yells.
My brain fires past the panic, thinking back play-by-play of what just happened. Embarrassment overcomes fear of being caught.
Rose didn’t orgasm.
“I—”
“Well, old man.” Rose snaps her bra clasp in front of her then spins it around her body, looping her arms in the straps. “It’s toast time.” She pulls it up, her boobs settling in the cups. “Time to go.”
Worried the wedding planner is still in the house, I lift my hips, sliding up my pants that I never fully took off. “Isn’t she worried about what you’re doing in here?” Swinging my legs off the side of the bed, I sit, cringing when the used condom hits my leg.
“Nah. I’m planning on sleeping here tonight, so it’s not too out of the ordinary for me to be here.” She steps into her dress, pulling it up.
I pause in standing. “And you didn’t think to tell me that before we got here?”
Her dimple pops. “Nah, it was fun letting you think we were breaking the law.” Her dress flares out as she turns and walks to what I suspect is the en suite bathroom.
She comes back out dressed and looking none the worse for wear, except maybe her hair is wilder than before, and tosses a tissue box on the bed.
“Here.” She gestures to my crotch. “You can’t go back to the wedding like that. ”
I glance down at the wet stain on my dress slacks. “Shit.”
She laughs. It’s contagious enough to have me smiling.
That is, until she grabs her roll of fifties from the bed and slaps two of them in my hand. “A little something to help you get home, be it Uber or shuttle driver bribe.”
I stare stupidly at the money. I’m trained to think on my feet in life-or-death situations, but Rose makes me feel slow, like my brain is moving through microgravity. “But you didn’t even?—”
“Orgasm?” She nods, frowning. “Yeah, that sucks.” She reaches in her neckline and adjusts her breasts before sticking the rest of her money between them.
“Still, I?—”
“But you got me good earlier, so no worries.” She walks to the door, turning to finger-gun me. “Later.” And then she’s gone.
Shocked, whether from being treated like a male escort or from witnessing someone actually using finger guns, I stare at the open doorway.
What the hell just happened?