Reconstructing Meredith (23 page)

She exhaled, and as she did, he pushed against her. Her eyes widened. Her lips parted. She swallowed hard, then closed her eyes and forced herself to take a long, deep breath. He pulled back. Pushed forward. Slow, smooth motions, each a little longer and probably deeper than the last.

“My God, you feel good,” he growled. “Does this feel okay?”

She nodded, then whispered, “Yes, Sir.”

All the way inside her, he held her hips for a moment, then withdrew as slowly as he’d pushed in. He kept doing this—in and out, slowly, so slowly—for a long time, giving her a chance to completely relax. And relax she did; with every stroke, the apprehension and discomfort in her face melted away. He stopped to put on some more lube, and when he started moving again, she closed her eyes and rocked back against him. She bit her lip, moaning softly.

Together, they moved faster. He groaned, thrusting a little harder. She gasped for breath between moans that bordered on sobs. Clawing at the sheets, she kept rocking back against him, harder, faster, meeting his thrusts without flinching, without any outward signs of anything but pure delirious ecstasy.

Forget watching. Just as I had done with Matt, I had to have her when he was done with her. I stood. The jingle of my belt buckle turned Meredith’s head, and when our eyes met, she whimpered and bit her lip again.

Oh, fuck, I wanted her.

I stripped as quickly as I could and got a condom out and on. I went around in front of her. While Byron fucked her, making her breath catch every time he thrust into her ass, I kissed her. She moaned into my kiss. The harder he fucked her, the more desperately she kissed me, and the more I ached to be inside her.

Not a moment too soon, Byron groaned. He thrust deep inside her, and they both shuddered.

After he’d caught his breath, he pulled out slowly. Playfully smacking her ass, he said, “She’s all yours.”

“You hear that?” I growled, gripping her hair while I kissed her again. “You’re all mine.”

She whimpered softly.

“Tell me what you want,” I said.

“Fuck me,” she said, panting. “Please.”

I cleared my throat.

“Please fuck me,
Sir
.”

“Good girl.” Left cheek, right. “Get on your back.”

She put a hand on my chest. “No, wait.”

I froze. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she said. “I want you to fuck me like… he did.”

I grinned. “You like anal now, don’t you?”

Her cheeks colored a little and she shrugged. “Maybe I do.”

“I think you do.” I kissed her lightly. “Give me a second.” I leaned toward the bedside table.

With condom and lube in place, I knelt behind her. Byron was bigger than me, so there was no need for me to prep her. I kept one hand on her lower back and with the other, guided my cock to her. I met a little resistance at first, but after a moment, she relaxed. She took me easily, moaning as I slid deeper inside her.

I moved slowly at first, but she rocked back against me as she had with Byron, trying to coax me into fucking her faster. I grabbed her hair and twisted it until she yelped.

“I think you’re forgetting who’s in charge again, Meredith,” I growled.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Do you want me to fuck you harder?”

“Yes, Sir.” Beat. “If that’s what you want, Sir.”

“Good girl.” I loosened my grip on her hair. Steadying her hips with my other hand, I thrust into her. She whimpered, her shoulders quivering and arms shaking as she struggled to hold herself up.

I slowed, stopped, and withdrew. “Get on your back.”

She tensed. “Sir?”

“On your back.”

After only a second of hesitation, she moved as quickly as her trembling arms and legs would allow. Once she was on her back, renewed apprehension furrowed her brow.

“You all right?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir, but are you—” She caught herself, her cheeks darkening.

“What?” I leaned down and kissed her. “I’m just giving your arms a rest. It’s no more likely to hurt in this position than the other.”

She blinked. “Oh. I thought…”

I raised an eyebrow. “You thought…?”

She laughed. “Never mind.”

“No, I wasn’t going to fuck your pussy after fucking you anally.” I kissed her again. “Nothing to worry about there.” I sat up and slid my hand down her leg. I brought one ankle up to my shoulder, then the other. As I pushed my cock into her ass again, I kissed the inside of her ankle, and she shivered.

“Touch yourself,” I said, withdrawing slowly.

She reached between us. As soon as her fingers touched her clit, she gasped, screwing her eyes shut.

“Like that?” I asked.

“
Yes
, Sir,” she moaned.

I moved slowly at first, giving her more than enough time to get used to me fucking her this way before I picked up speed. When I did move faster, she loved it. I slammed into her again. Again. Again. God damn it, she felt incredible. And the sounds she made, Jesus, those breathless, whimpering moans alone were almost enough to drive me out of my mind. I closed my eyes, thrusting as fast and hard as I could, my rhythm falling apart a little more with every stroke as my orgasm closed in and closed in fast.

“Let me come, Sir,” she begged. “Please let me come.”

Through gritted teeth, I whispered, “Yes.”

Meredith came, crying out as her body bucked and squirmed beneath mine, and I kept fucking her until I couldn’t hold back anymore either. I groaned, screwing my eyes shut and thrusting as deep and hard as I could until I couldn’t move anymore at all.

We both released our breath. I eased her ankles off my shoulders, then slumped over her, alternating between kissing her gently and trying to catch my breath. When I could finally trust both my limbs and spine not to collapse under me, I pulled out and got up.

Once the condom was taken care of, the three of us fell into bed together. Meredith was between us, just as she’d been when we did this with Matt, and the blissful smile on her face told me everything I needed to know right now.

I kissed her cheek. “I didn’t realize you were going to want to do anal tonight.”

She shrugged. “Two birds, one stone.”

Byron chuckled. “Guess that’s better than two girls, one cup.”

Meredith wrinkled her nose. “Eww.” Then she looked at him. “By the way, I’m Meredith.” She extended her hand.

He laughed and shook it. “Byron.”

“I really appreciate this,” she said. “Thank you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine, sweetheart.” He cocked his head. “Out of curiosity, when I had you up against the door…” He raised his eyebrows, letting the inquisitive expression finish the question.

Meredith’s cheeks colored and she exhaled, closing her eyes as she ran her fingers through her hair. “I get… once in a while… flashbacks…”

Byron nodded. “Right, Scott mentioned that.”

She took a breath. “Something about being up against the wall, and having your hands on my shoulders like that, it just…” She swallowed. “It set something off in my head. It’s hard to explain, and I feel stupid for—”

“There’s nothing to feel stupid about,” Byron and I both said.

She laughed. “You two really do think alike, don’t you?”

I shrugged. “Well, we do work well together in these scenarios.”

“I won’t argue with that.” She grinned.

“Helps when we’ve got someone like you to work with,” Byron said. He bent and kissed her. After a brief kiss, he went back for more, and she combed her fingers through his hair while he trailed his fingertips down the side of her neck.

She grinned at him. “Mmm, Scott, you didn’t tell me he’d be such a good kisser.”

“I didn’t tell you anything about him, remember?”

Byron smirked. “That, and I’m pretty sure Scott isn’t completely up to speed on my kissing prowess.”

“He’s got a point, Meredith.” I shrugged. “Though I guess I could have asked Amy or Krissy.”

“Or Charlotte,” he said.

“Is she one to kiss and tell?” I asked.

“She can be persuaded.”

Meredith laughed. “Either way, I found out for myself.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again, drawing it out for a long moment. I grinned to myself at the goose bumps rising on her arms. Something told me we’d be playing with Byron again in the future.

~ * ~

By the time Byron left, all three of us were exhausted. Physically, anyway. Neither Meredith nor I were ready to sleep yet, so we lounged in my bed with a couple of bottles of water.

She set her drink on the nightstand and laid back on the pillows. “I think that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, you looked like you were having a good time.”

“Mm-hmm.” She closed her eyes. “Better than I expected.”

“You did well.” I caressed her face. “You caught both of us by surprise, though, that’s for sure. I had no idea you’d want to go for anal.”

She laughed, opening her eyes. “Seemed like a good idea.”

“No complaints from me. The whole thing went better than I expected, too.” I smoothed her hair. “So, what about you? Do you think this was a step in the right direction?”

“Definitely.” She turned on to her stomach and propped herself up on her forearms. “I have to admit, though, it’s kind of a relief that it’s over.”

“What do you mean?”

“Not that it wasn’t fun. Quite the opposite. I mean I’ve been… anxious about it.”

I played with a lock of her hair. “I don’t doubt it, babe. That’s why I’ve been a little hesitant about going forward with it until I was sure you were ready.”

“I know.” She smiled. “I can’t even begin to tell you how much this means to me, Scott. Helping me with all of this. Thank you. Really. I am—”

“You don’t have to thank me, babe,” I said. “If there’s something I can do to help you through something like this, you know I will. I just wish I could do more.”

“You’ve done plenty,” she whispered. “Probably more than you can imagine.” A devilish grin spread across her face. “And I’m hoping you’re willing to do even more.”

I laughed. “Trust me, I am.”

“Good. I definitely want to do this again.”

“The threesome, or anal?”

She grinned. “Both. In fact, maybe next time we could take it a little farther.”

“In what way?”

She shrugged. “Maybe some flogging? Bondage?”

“We can do that,” I said. “With a stranger? Or with Byron again?”

She grinned. “Either or.”

“It’s funny, I never have to twist a sub’s arm to play with Byron again.” I threw my hands up. “Can’t figure it out.”

Meredith laughed. “It might take a little persuading, but I think you could talk me into playing with him again.”

“A little persuading?” I snorted. “Something tells me ‘go suck his cock’ would suffice.”

She shivered. “Yep, works for me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. In addition to thinking up new things to try, of course.”

“Bring it on, Scott.”

I chuckled and leaned in to kiss her.

God bless open-minded women.

After a leisurely dinner one evening, Meredith and I went back to my place to relax with a bottle of wine. I had no doubt where we’d end up before the night was through, but there was no need to hurry, so I set the bottle on the coffee table and kicked back on the couch beside her.

All night long—in the car, during dinner, on the way back—we’d talked. Jobs, families, life in general, and like it always had years ago, conversation came easily.

But now, sitting on my couch with a couple of glasses of wine between us, we didn’t speak.

I laid my arm across the back of the couch and played with her hair. “What are you thinking about?”

“Just…” She stared into her glass for a moment. Finally, she met my eyes and smiled. “Just thinking how much I used to love doing this. You know, back then.”

“Yeah, I’ve missed this.”
More than you know, babe
. I ran my fingers through her hair. “Though I’m surprised we don’t have company this time.” I craned my neck, looking around for the little black piranha that lurked in my house.

“She must be sleeping somewhere.”

“Not when there’s red wine for her to knock over.” Then I shrugged. “Oh well, I’m sure she’ll be along.”

“I have no doubt.” She laughed. “Mine likes to dump drinks over, too.”

“Mine only does if it’s expensive or it’ll stain.” I clicked my tongue and rolled my eyes. “If it’s a glass of water, she won’t go near it.” I gestured with my glass. “Some finely aged cognac or a nice dark wine on light upholstery? She’ll usually come out of nowhere just to kick it over.”

Meredith laughed. “Little brat.”

“No shit.” I looked around again. “She’s probably off pouting somewhere. Amy was here last night, and Malia was none too happy about being kicked out of the dungeon.”

“Seems like she’d make a good decoration in there. A diabolical black cat really complements the ambiance, don’t you think?”

“Aside from the part where she keeps trying to use the Saint Andrew’s Cross as a damned scratching post.”

“Well, maybe you need to provide her with some proper kitty toys.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Provide her with proper kitty toys? Have you
looked
at my living room?”

She sat up and looked around. Half-disemboweled toy mice littered the floor near the mantle beside a box of similar playthings. A few feet away, a three-tiered kitty condo towered above my entertainment center, firmly bolted to the wall for those times when she used it as a launch pad.

Laughing, Meredith sat back. “Okay, so maybe she does have enough toys. I guess she’s just evil, then.”

“Damn right she is.”

“Like owner, like—”

“Hey, watch it.”

She snickered and raised her glass to her lips. Before she took a drink, she gestured at the kitty condo. “That does answer the question of where she is, though.”

I looked at the condo, and sure enough, the tip of Malia’s tail drooped over the edge of the top tier. I laughed and shook my head. “Lazy creature.”

With the cat accounted for, Meredith and I settled back into the world that didn’t exist beyond the couch and coffee table. Like it had so often been years ago, it was just us and a bottle of wine. And like it always did, the conversation wandered.

“Do you remember that trip we took to Lake Tahoe?” she said at one point.

“For Randy’s wedding?” I rolled my eyes. “I’ve tried to forget that trip.” There was only so much nostalgia a man could muster for a seventy-two hour period during which he broke up two drunken fistfights, lost his wallet, and wound up with the mother of all—no, the supreme overlord of all—hangovers.

“No, no, not that one.” She absently swirled her wine. “I mean when we went snowboarding.”

“Oh, yeah, I remember that.” I chuckled. “Wasn’t that the time you shoved a snowball down the back of my shirt?”

She batted her eyes. “Me? I would never do anything like that.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay, so I would.”

I grinned and raised my wine glass to my lips. “But I got you back, so we’re even.”

She smacked me playfully. “The hell we are!”

I choked on my wine and put my hand over my mouth to keep from spitting it on her. Once I’d recovered, I said, “What?”

“Even?” She glared at me. “That punishment was a bit excessive for the crime, don’t you think?”

“Well, I didn’t think so,” I said, chuckling.

“Scott, all I did was put a snowball down the back of your jacket.”

I shrugged. “And all I did was put a snowball on your back.”

“Yeah, uh-huh,” she said. “While I was sleeping.”

I tried—if not very hard—not to laugh. “That’s what you get for letting your guard down.”

“Bastard,” she muttered into her glass.

“Hey, I warmed you up afterward.”

She drained her wine and grinned. “I’ll give you that. You definitely did.”

I refilled our glasses. For a few minutes, we drank in silence. I wondered if she was thinking back to that night at Tahoe. She knew how much I hated cold shit on my skin, and I’d sworn up and down the whole weekend that I’d get her back. So, around three in the morning, I slipped outside, made a decent-sized snowball, pulled the covers back, and set it right on the small of her naked back. That scream probably woke everyone in the lodge.

She was pissed at me for a few minutes, but finally laughed. Then we got back in bed, and I made sure she wasn’t cold anymore. We were both afraid of waking the whole place up again, though, so we stayed extra quiet, and no sex is more intense than quiet sex.

She must have been thinking along the same lines because she laughed softly and said, “Remember when we stayed with my grandmother?”

“Oh, Jesus, how could I forget?” I laughed. “I think she’s the only one who ever thought it would do a damned bit of good to make us sleep in separate rooms.”

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t about to tell her we already lived together. She’d have had heart failure.” Meredith grinned. “You know, I think she believed right up until the day she died that you were a ‘nice young man.’”

“Are you suggesting I wasn’t?”

She snorted. “You were a filthy young man taking advantage of her sweet, virginal granddaughter in the middle of the night.”

“Virginal, my ass,” I muttered. I sipped my wine. “Which is why, when I snuck up to your room,
you
were on your way toward
my
room.”

“How do you know I wasn’t on my way to the bathroom?”

“Because both bathrooms were the other way.”

“It was dark.” She shrugged. “That, and I hadn’t been there in a while.”

“Which also explains why you grabbed my shirt and dragged me into your room.”

She gestured dismissively. “Details.”

“I still can’t believe she actually thought putting us in separate rooms would help. About the only way I was going to stay away from you is if she handcuffed me to the bed.”

“Which you would have liked.”

“Only if she spanked me and called me—”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Scott.” She wrinkled her nose. “This is my grandmother we’re talking about.”

I shrugged. “I don’t discriminate.”

“I did not need that mental image, just so you know.”

I laughed and took another drink. “Actually, if she’d cuffed me to the bed, I’d have expected
you
to come take advantage of me.” I paused. “Then again, if she’d had enough of a clue to restrain me, she probably would have cuffed you to your bed, too.”

Meredith made another dismissive gesture. “No, Granny was sure I was a pure and innocent virgin. I’d sure has hell never engage in fornication, let alone in her house.”

“Right,” I said. “You would never fornicate, least of all in any place where you shouldn’t be fornicating.”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“So she could sleep at night knowing you’d never let a man fuck you in the dressing room at the mall.”

“Oh, no, never.”

“Nor would you ever suck him off in a movie theatre.”

“Or the back of a limo.”

I cocked my head. “Wait, you never sucked me off in the back of a limo.”

“I didn’t?” She furrowed her brow. “I could swear I—” She snapped her fingers. “Right, I was thinking about the train. It was a hand job in the back of the limo, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah. I never did talk you into that blowjob in the back of a cab, though.”

She laughed. “Yeah, keep dreaming. That’s a bit too out in the open for me.”

“Chickenshit.”

“Whatever.” She elbowed me. “We certainly did have a knack for fucking where we weren’t supposed to.”

“Damn right.” I raised my glass in a mock toast. “Hey, what can I say? When I’m horny and I’ve got a hot woman with me, why wait?”

She grinned. “And you’re always horny, so…”

I shrugged. “So I am.”

“Yeah, you are.” She rolled her eyes. “I can’t think of any other man who doesn’t find joining the Mile High Club satisfying.”

“What are you talking about? Of course it was satisfying.”

“Uh-huh.” She laughed. “So that’s why once wasn’t good enough?”

I shrugged. “Hey, if it was fun once, it had to be fun the second time too, right? That, and I wanted to, you know, to make sure we really
were
members.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Except it was only a two-hour flight.”

“You didn’t get bored on that flight, did you?”

“No. No, I can’t say I did.”

I laughed and put my arm around her. “We were crazy, weren’t we?”

“Yeah, we were.”

“Remember Lacey and Greg’s wedding?”

Meredith laughed. “Oh my God, yes.”

I grinned over my wine glass. “And to think, you said I shouldn’t bother bringing a condom with me.”

Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. “Well, most people aren’t exactly prone to wandering off from something like that for a quick fuck.” She eyed me and grinned. “Then again, you’re not exactly most people, are you?”

“What did I tell you before we left that morning?”

She laughed. “That if I left the house in that dress, there was a good chance you’d forget about social protocols.” She eyed me. “Not that you know a damned thing about social protocols.”

“Hey, I resemble that.” I gestured at her empty glass with my own. “More?”

“No, thanks.” She handed me her glass and I leaned forward to set both of them on the coffee table. As I did, she said, “You know, I think I still have that dress somewhere.”

Sitting back, I raised my eyebrows. “Do you, now?”

“I just might.” She grinned. “If I find it, and it still fits, would you want me to—”

“Oh, fuck yes.” I ran a fingertip along the lapel of her blouse, not
quite
touching her skin. “Just be aware that it might need some repairs by the time I’m done.”

She bit her lip as I trailed my finger up the side of her neck. “It almost needed some repairs last time.”

“So did the table,” I growled, sliding my hand into her hair and moving closer to her. “Think anyone ever figured out where we went?”

“I doubt they—
ooh
.” She sucked in a breath when I kissed her neck. “Mmm, I doubt they even knew we were gone.”

I laughed against her neck. “I suppose we weren’t gone all that long, were we?” My hand slid back down to her blouse and cupped her breast. “You just had me too turned on to last.”

“I wasn’t complaining.” She moaned softly when I teased her nipple through her clothes.

“I should hope not,” I murmured just below her ear. “Pity I only had one condom with me that night.”

“We did just fine with one.”

I raised my head and grinned at her. “Good thing we had more at home.”

She licked her lips. “Which begs the question, how many do you have
here
?”

“More than enough.” I leaned in and kissed her. Her nails grazed the back of my neck and up on to my scalp, sending chills down my spine as I held her tighter. The kiss tasted like wine and her, and I couldn’t tell which made me dizzier.

“Where are they?” she whispered.

“What?”

“Condoms.”

“Bedroom.”

“Maybe that’s where we should be, then.”

“I love the way you think.”

In minutes, our clothes were scattered on the floor in the hall and my bedroom doorway. The back of my hand met the pillow, my palm cradling Meredith’s head as we sank together on to the bed. The mattress and frame creaked, the only sounds in the room besides sharp breaths and the whispers of skin across skin and sheets.

I slipped my hand between her thighs, my heart beating faster as my fingertips met her wet pussy. She exhaled hard, pressing against my hand and moaning as I teased her clit.