Deliciously Obedient (20 page)

Broadening
her palm, she remembered her grandmother, sick in bed, the hiss of
the ventilator keeping her alive. The contrast between that image and
of Jeremy’s vibrant, young body stretched out before her, naked and
willing, in command and ready to test her boundaries, made her want
this even more. You have to live while there’s still life in you,
and what could be a greater affirmation of life than making love and
exploring pleasure in all its forms?

In
other words, her conscience chimed in:
You know you want to try
it, so just do it.

“
I
want you to pop my anal cherry.”

He
winced, then laughed, the booming sound carrying through the empty
apartment. “And you say I’m the unromantic one?”

With
a face so red she was sure it matched her clit, she forced herself to
meet his eyes. “I’m…I don’t have a language for this,
Jeremy.”

Suddenly
serious, he took a deep breath and claimed her hip with his big hand.
“You don’t have to—”

“
I
want to. I’m curious. I’m tongue-tied and stumbling like an
eighth grader hoping for her first kiss.”

“
We’ve
sort of gone beyond that,” he said, pointedly looking at their
naked bodies.

She
smacked him on the shoulder and then tweaked his nipple. Hard. “You
know what I mean.”

“
I’d
be honored to be your backdoor boyfriend.”

“
Oh,
God.” The laughter made her breasts jiggle and he ogled her,
catching one with the full of his hand and just staring at the flesh
as it bounced.

“
I
could watch this all day on an infinite loop,” he said.

“
That’s
because you’re a man.”

“
Thank
you for noticing, again.” With that, his mouth matched hers
hungrily, making her head spin. Preliminaries aside, they both knew
what they wanted, and Lydia found her body in a state of heightened
arousal, the thrill of the forbidden and unknown setting her on edge.

A
good edge, one that made her skin pinprick and tingle as Jeremy let
one hand slide over her ample ass, his fingers slick with lube, one
finding her and sliding slowly around the entrance, the zing of nerve
endings, untouched and unknown, so fine, she held her breath, unable
to do anything but feel.

“
Why
do you think people do this? Straight people, I mean,” she babbled,
the words coming out in a rush of anxiety. Over-talking wasn’t one
of her traits, but it came out under extreme stress. Especially
during sex. “Women don’t need this. It’s just—”

A
demanding mouth against hers, tongue pressing in and circling through
the soft flesh of her cheeks, riding between her teeth and lips,
exploring with a firm steadiness that matched his finger at her ass.
Make that two fingers now...

“
Lydia.
Stop.”

“
Stop
what?” Nervous laughter. “I just meant that it seems silly,
doesn’t it?”

“
You’re
overthinking.”

“
I
am not!” But he was right. Chatter overtook her. “I’m just
wondering about an important sexuality issue that—”

Another
kiss, this one making her head spin. And then:

“
Stop
intellectualizing. Just feel everything. Let me help you feel. Let me
make you scream my name like you did before. I want to be in you this
time, pushing my name out of you, making you think of pleasure every
time you say ‘Jeremy.’”

And
just like that, the chatter stopped.

Positioning
her on all fours, Jeremy took two pillows and put them under her,
near her head. “You can tell me to stop any time,” he said.

“
Don’t
stop.”

Both
of his hands were on her hips as she heard him behind her, the
unfamiliarity of sex without being face to face both titillating and
unnerving. His knees pressed into hers from behind, hands on her
hips, and then the warm slick of lube around her ass. Her pussy
clamped tight in response, sending a new wave of wetness through her.

Dear
God, what would this feel like?

She
was about to find out.

A
wall of muscle blanketed her back as Jeremy’s chest and torso
brushed against her shoulder blades and back. Kissing her earlobe, he
whispered, “You’re in control. Always.”

Anticipation
made her swell even more, blood engorging her, making her want what
was about to happen with exquisite clarity. Exploring something so
vulnerable, so raw and taboo with Jeremy felt so right. No judgment
for wanting this. No “right” way to proceed. No forced
expectation. She was Lydia and he was Jeremy and they were naked and
seeing what felt good.

Maybe
it really was that simple.

The
tearing sound of the condom, then the sound of a bottle popping open,
then closed, made her begin to tighten and relax in a pattern, as if
her heartbeat had settled into her nether regions. The presence of
his cock at the entrance of her anus made her shiver and close her
eyes. A deep breath. A sigh, nipples tightening. The rasp of his
groan as he seemed to stroke himself, his finger spreading lube
around her liberally.

A
gentle tug combined with his other hand at her clit. A visceral pulse
inward made her cry out, then a relaxing that allowed him to enter
her, even for a second, before her body pushed him back out
involuntarily.

Slow,
wet circles on her clit and the erratic heat of his breath on her
back made her want this more, mind focused only on what he could give
her body with the careful push of himself into her, the breach of her
thick muscle a marathon of lube, time and love.

As
his fingers changed tempo on her swollen red nub, she found herself
riding them, wanting the release, her throat closing as her ass
pressed back into him, the shudder of climax allowing him to push in,
the fullness mingling with the shattered release of her pent-up fire
and making her so full, so complete, she could feel it in her ribs,
her throat, all throughout her hips and legs, as if Jeremy himself
had crawled inside her and inhabited her very soul.

Barely
in her, he held steady, giving her body time to accommodate him, her
breath suspended between pain and pleasure, his fingers now just
resting lightly against her hot folds, her breathing labored as waves
she couldn’t control made her create friction inside her, his entry
forced by her body’s involuntary movement.

The
hand moved, now sliding her long hair back from the curtain it formed
around her face, the indentation of her teeth in her lower lip easily
felt as she opened her mouth and ran her tongue around her lips,
coming back to earth to find her body altered in unfathomable ways.
Still in her, Jeremy’s slow breaths behind her, the heat of his
pelvis against her ass, made her want to take him in all the way.

To
be as close as two people can possibly be.

“
How’s
this?” he asked.

“
More,”
was all she could answer, and he obliged, the movement so small she
might have missed it had she not been so new, so—dare she think
it?—virginal in this respect. The pain intensified but lessened as
he waited, his hand out of her hair and now sliding, without a goal,
up and down her inner thighs, as if calming a spooked animal.

Which,
in a way, she was.

This
path they forged together felt more real than any lovemaking she’d
ever experienced, even that night with Mike in the office. Unleashed
and unrestrained, Jeremy and Lydia were pushing against rigid
expectations and finding what they wanted on their own terms.

And
then—one more thrust, so small yet looming so large, and she cried
out. This time, it was her own hand that found her clit, wanting the
explosion that let him enter deeper, claiming her own orgasm so she
could exert, as Jeremy had said—

Control.

Encouraging
him to go further, she slipped two fingers into her dripping self,
finding the easy juices a welcome relief. You would think that there
would be no more release left to unfurl, and yet there it was, at the
ready as Lydia brought herself to well-practiced pleasure, knowing
the exact formula to bring about a rock-hard clit, and understanding
what her body needed to go the distance with Jeremy. Nudging back
against his cock, she let him enter another quarter-inch.

Pain.

A
loosening as her pussy walls contracted in opposite rhythm with her
fingers, and then she let him push in more.

“
Oh,
Lydia, this is amazing.” A kiss on her rib. “You’re amazing.”

Fevered
with her own fireball within, she heard his voice at a distance, the
growing urgency inside her robbing her of words. Jeremy slipped back
an inch or two, and then, with an agonizing pace, began to enter,
then slide back, enter, then back, the glide making her so full that
tremors overtook her, threatening to make her fall into a million
tiny pieces and never reintegrate.

And
then he called out her name with a different sound, the gritted teeth
and muscled tautness she knew when facing him something she could
only guess when she was turned away, his hands grabbing her hips with
a force that would leave marks the next day, as if fated mates had
met and left a sign of their mark.

Her
name sounded just right against his lips as his guttural cry matched
her hoarse scream, the mixture of her fingers stroking her to climax,
his cock in her ass, and the knowledge that they’d partaken of the
taboo fruit all making the being she called “Lydia” supernova
into a tiny part of the larger consciousness that made up life, the
universe and love.

As
he slumped over her, Jeremy’s chest rose and fell with decreasing
intervals, her own face smooshed into the pile of pillows he’d
generously placed before her, clearly anticipating this possible
moment. Her breath filled her nose and face as it warmed the pillow,
her ass aching and raw, Jeremy wilting inside her. Though there was
no sound, as he pulled himself out of her it felt like a
pop!
,
the difference between his being in her and out so great it left a
hollow sense, one that ached and burned, a branding she claimed with
pride.

This
time, when he left for the bathroom, she didn’t watch, her face
still pushed against the expensive cotton pillowcase, her ass in the
air, her body frozen in child’s pose.

This
was all she wanted. Bliss.

Forever.

With
a groan of exertion, not complaint, she righted herself, splaying out
on the bed nude and slippery, covered in juice and lube and satiety.
Completely relaxed, she rested with her arms out, legs at a V,
staring straight up at the ceiling, experiencing only the inhale of a
full-belly breath, the push of air out of her lungs, through her
throat, over her tongue and between her lips. Hypnotic, really, like
the rhythm of lovemaking without the heat and lust.

A
rush of water again in the bathroom made her smile. At some point,
she needed to get up and shower. Reaching over the edge of the bed,
she pawed for her pants, found them and checked her phone. No
messages.

Whew.

A
tiny blip of shame shot through her. Fucking Jeremy in his friend’s
apartment while Madge was in ICU seemed so…crass. Yet Sandy would
be back by now, and a quick shower and Lydia’s return was what
mattered now. The doctors had shooed them out to give everyone a
rest, so it wasn’t as if she’d abandoned her grandma. She just….

“
That
was unreal,” Jeremy whispered against her neck as he cuddled up to
her, completely unselfconscious about her body, which was now a wet
roadmap of Naughtyland.

A
kiss on the lips she meant as a quick note of affection turned wild
again, filling her with heat. So soon? Breathless, she pulled away
and laughed. “That was all too real.” Shyness seeped in,
surprising her. “Thank you.”