I squeezed Brandt’s hand to let him know I would support him through this transition. “If you’re not ready, we can wait. I’m not in a hurry. This only works if we are both on the same page.”
“No, I’m ready.” He squeezed back. “I know I am.”
“All right, then, let’s talk about expectations…”
3
BRANDT
“My god, you’re right. They’re definitely having a party without us. Look at all those cars lining the driveway!”
I felt like I might cry. Dammit, Jim and Merry were supposed to be our friends. We’d gone the extra mile for them to feel comfortable in their new neighborhood. Frostine even slept at their house sometimes. Yet they were having a party and hadn’t invited us.
“Babe, come away from the window,” Cairo said. “Just forget about it. Let’s watch a movie.”
He sounded cheerful, but he couldn’t fool me. We’d been married long enough for me to know when he was pretending to be okay with what our so-called friends had done—betrayed us. He was every bit as hurt as I was and trying to mask it behind a facade of laughs and smiles.
I turned around, drawing in a deep breath, trying to swallow away the lump that had formed in my throat. “You’re right,” I said with an unsteady voice. “If they don’t need us, we don’t need them.” But my words sounded hollow, even to me.
Cairo came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. The window reflected our faces, a stark contrast against the vibrant colors of the party unfolding in the house next door.
“We can make our own fun,” said Cairo softly, drawing my attention away from the open window. He led me toward our small living room, sat, and pulled me down onto his lap to straddle him.
“I see what’s on your mind.” As he ran his hands beneath my shirt and up to squeeze my pecs, I gave him a small smile. I leaned back, thrusting my chest out for him to manipulate my nipples. God, I loved when he touched me this way.
“I’m going to love watching another man make love to you,” he said. “Do you want that too, babe?”
“Y-yes.” Of course we’d secretly been hoping that the couple in our bed would be Merry and Jim. “And I want to watch you open someone for both of us.”
I kissed him, moaning under his demanding mouth and finding comfort in my husband. I pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor, not caring where it landed. With fervor, I planted my lips on his neck and sucked on the flesh, gasping when he hissed in pleasure. Cairo’s hands snaked down my back, digging into the fabric of my jeans. His touch was electric, even through the denim barrier.
“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he whispered. He leaned back on the couch, pulling me with him. His desire pressed against my thigh, and I ground into him, relishing the groan escaping his lips. Our breaths mingled as our bodies moved in a rhythm that was as familiar to us as our heartbeat.
The rest of our clothes hit the floor one by one. Soon I was kneeling on the couch, clinging to the back with Cairo’s tongue between my cheeks. I thrust my ass back against his face, slapping a hand to my right cheek and prying it apart.
“That’s it, baby,” I moaned. “Right there, right there.”
He was a master with his tongue, and I shuddered under each stroke, each lap at my hole. He gripped my hips, tracing small circles with his thumbs. The pleasure coursing through me almost made me forget about the party across the street, about Jim and Merry. Nothing mattered anymore but the sensations my husband was evoking in me.
With one last languid stroke of his tongue, he pulled away, but the momentary pang of loss was swiftly replaced by anticipation for what was to come. As he lubed up, I spat in my hand and stroked my erection.
“I want you just as much as the first time I fucked you,” he said, his voice low with desire. “Do you remember?”
“Yes. The back of your father’s pickup truck.”
On our way home from Sunday School, we’d found a secluded spot and talked for hours about the pastor condemning the way we felt about each other during his sermon. Then we’d decided that love couldn’t be sinful and had sex to prove it. And lightning hadn’t struck us. We’d both been so eager and excited it hadn’t lasted long, though. He’d come before I’d even gotten used to the sensation of him inside me. He’d been upset until I told him to use his fingers and mouth.
Slowly he guided his thick cock into me. It was familiar yet thrilling every time; the sensation swelling within me eclipsed everything else, leaving only raw pleasure washing over me in waves.
“I can never get enough of you.” He kissed the back of my neck. “Does it feel good, babe?”
“Oh, god!” My words came out in ragged breaths as Cairo thrust into me with renewed vigor.
Patience wasn’t our strong suit tonight. He angled his hips to press against an internal bundle of nerves that sent sparks jolting through my body.
The climax built quickly, an exquisite pressure coiled low in my stomach. I reached down and stroked myself in time to Cairo’s thrusts.
“Cairo!” The single word left my lips as a plea, a prayer. He responded by quickening his pace, driving us both toward the precipice.