Complicated (5 page)

“I think you got it,” Greg murmured, his
voice a little thicker than normal. He’d almost stopped stirring the batter.

“Right.” Her hand lingered on his chest, her
fingers irresistibly drawn to the rough feel of him. Her gaze drifted up to his
face, but his eyes were so hot and intense she turned immediately away, looking
out the window over the kitchen sink.

The window looked out over the large side
yard, where Victoria caught sight of a man peering in their direction.

She squeaked in alarm and ducked out of
sight before she had time to process the reflex.

“What the fuck?” Greg glanced out the window
and added, “That’s just the gardener. What’s wrong with you?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think. I just saw him
and reacted. I didn’t think you’d want anyone to see me here or anything…”

Greg pulled her hands down so he could look
her in the eyes. “You’re being absurd. Yes, for a lot of reasons it’s been
easier to keep this thing discreet. But I didn’t sneak you here in the trunk of
my car. You can relax.”

“Yeah.” She mentally shook herself off and
told herself to stop acting like a fool. “I guess I’m still a little anxious,”
she admitted, “After…”

“I know.” He went back to stirring the
waffle batter. “But it’s just us this weekend. I thought we were having a good
time.”

“We were.” She tugged her tank top down toward
her shorts again. Then she slanted him a teasing look. “I think I was admiring
your chest hair.”

His warm chuckle in response made Victoria
feel rather tingly.

They ate waffles, fruit, and hot chocolate
and sat around for a long time talking about books they both had read. Victoria
lost track of time and was shocked to see it was after two o’clock when she got
up to put the dishes in the sink.

She felt his eyes on her from behind and
hoped she didn’t look too unappealing. Her hair was falling messily over her
back and shoulders and her little cotton shorts—part of the slate blue pajama set
that had taken far too much out of her last paycheck—were riding up a little.
She wished her legs were longer and slimmer. And she was worried about what the
back of her thighs looked like.

She turned around, knowing her breasts were
good and hoping that would cover for any other physical flaws.

His eyes were crawling over her body
possessively, and he didn’t seem to notice anything wrong with what he was
seeing.

“Are you horny again already? I thought men
slowed down in their forties.”

He frowned at her disapprovingly. “If you
weren’t interested in my horniness, you shouldn’t tempt me by going around
wearing next to nothing and looking so incredibly sexy.”

She had to bite off her instinctive
response, which had been to squeak, “Really?” Instead, she laughed as she
rinsed off their dishes. “You’re crazy. I’m a mess.”

“Did you want to take a shower?”

She would have been offended except she
could tell he mostly wanted to invite himself into the shower with her.

“I don’t think so. I’m pretty comfortable
like this. I was actually thinking I might go back to bed.”

She felt more secure in bed, and she
certainly wasn’t going to object to any more of the horniness he’d alluded to
before.

Greg seemed quite pleased with this decision,
and they headed back to the bedroom. They had a playful scuffle as he tried to
take her clothes off while she made a pretense at resisting.

He swung her into bed and lowered himself
over her, holding her in place as he kissed her. She moaned deep in her throat
and gave up her lighthearted struggle. He’d pinned down her arms so she
couldn’t get them around him, so she wrapped her legs around him instead.

“Oh, baby,” he murmured, still nipping at
her lips. “So good. So sweet.”

She whimpered as she rocked her groin
against him, feeling him start to harden against her.

She loved how heavy he was on top of her,
loved how hot he became—like he was burning with some kind of inward intensity.

She squeezed her thighs around his hips,
holding him as tightly as she could. When he kissed her again, she opened under
the pressure of his mouth. His tongue slid against hers with possessive
insistence, and she could still taste chocolate on his lips.

Then the phone rang, and she jerked in
surprise.

With a frustrated groan, Greg released her
mouth and rolled over to check his phone.

Evidently it was someone important. He murmured,
“Sorry,” and picked it up.

At least he didn’t leave the room.

Victoria turned over so that her back was to
him and tried not to listen to the one-sided conversation that clearly had
something to do with his work.

She curled in on herself and told herself
not to overreact. It was no big deal. Just a phone call. But it felt like yet
another sign of how much of a life Greg possessed—a life that had nothing to do
with her.

It shouldn’t matter. They were just having
sex.

But she couldn’t stop dwelling on it.

When he hung up, she felt him roll over and
stare at her back.

“You got tense again.” It was a statement. His
tone was matter-of-fact and resigned.

“No, I didn’t,” she lied. “I was just
waiting for you to hang up.” She made herself turn over onto her back and smile
at him.

“Sorry. I had to take it.”

“It’s fine.”

He shook his head, clearly not believing
her. “Flip over.”

She gaped at him. “What?”

“Flip over.” His mouth twitched slightly at
her baffled expression. “Onto your stomach.”

She frowned as she did as he instructed. “I
might have been a little uptight, but I don’t deserve a spanking.”

He chuckled as he pulled himself up to sit
beside her. “We’ll save that for later.”

Before she could respond, she felt his
strong hands on her shoulders. She sucked in a breath as he began to knead her
tight muscles.

“You don’t have to do that.” Her words
weren’t particularly convincing because they were followed by a hoarse moan of
pleasure when he found a particularly tense muscle at the back of her neck and
pushed into it with his thumbs.

He ignored her, concentrating on the massage
as he skillfully worked over her neck and upper back. Soon she felt limp and
boneless and she couldn’t hold back the most ridiculous groans of gratification
as her body relaxed under his skillful hands.

“That’s good,” she said thickly, when she
started to feel guilty about taking advantage of his generosity. “I’m okay now—Oh
God!”

His strong fingers had moved down to the
small of her back, and he gave that area the same attention he’d given the
upper part. “Good?” She didn’t have the energy to lift her head to look, but
she could hear a smug smile in his voice.

She didn’t care. She’d never had a massage
like this in her life. Her body felt like it was melting into the mattress.

He pushed up the bottom edge of her tank top
so he could work over her bare flesh. And she didn’t object when he gently
pulled her soft shorts down over her hips and ass and then slid them off her
legs completely.

He kneaded the muscles of her bottom and
upper thighs and the sensual pleasure deepened into a vague ache below her
belly.

Greg massaged his way down to her ankles and
then took each foot in turn, pressing into the ball and the arch with such
skillful pressure she moaned in helpless response. Waves of relaxation washed
over her body with a deeper pleasure swelling up at its heels. “So good. Yeah,
right there. Oh God!”

“Turn over,” he said at last, releasing her
foot. It dropped to the mattress with a flop, since she didn’t have the energy
to hold it up on her own.

She turned over obediently, not even
self-conscious even though she was naked except for her tank top.

Greg massaged the muscles on the upper side
of her thighs until he’d reached her pelvis.

She saw him staring down at her groin—at the
trimmed strip of hair and the folds of flesh that hid her pussy. But he didn’t
touch her there. Just pushed up her top until she’d raised her arms to let him
pull it off.

The massage had shifted into something
different when he began to knead the soft, heavy swells of her breasts. She was
still moaning—low and hoarse—but it was as much from the pulsing of her growing
arousal as it was from the delicious softening of her muscles.

He took his time, alternating between squeezing
and brushing the stiff peaks of her nipples with the hard texture of his hand.

She was wet now. Her eyes were clenched shut,
and she couldn’t keep from arching up into his hands.

“Greg!” she gasped at last, the one word
almost a plea.

He let go of her breasts and moved back down
her body, finally reaching the place he’d passed over before. He nudged her
thighs apart and she spread them for him willingly. He slid his fingertips
along the warm, swollen flesh, exposing her pussy to his view.

Victoria bent her arms up beside her head,
hiding her face against her shoulder.

She let out a shuddering breath when he slid
two of his fingers into her slippery pussy, massaging her inner walls with the
same attention he’d given the rest of her.

One of her legs bent up with a jerk, and she
huffed out a sound of pleasure.

“Mm,” she gasped, trying not to jerk her
hips against his hand. “My clit. I need…”

His thumb closed down on her aching clit,
and her whole body tightened in response.

“Oh baby,” Greg rasped, “You’re so
gorgeous.”

Her orgasm was so close she wanted to claw
at the bed, but she managed to choke out, “Liar.”

He chuckled—but his voice sounded rather
strained as he said, “Don’t force it, baby. Take a deep breath.” His fingers
pumped inside her, and his thumb slowly rubbed circles over her clit.

She had no idea why he was telling her that,
but she was too far gone to argue. She forced herself to take a deep breath and
felt the pleasure surging forward as she exhaled.

“God!” she cried out on her next inhale,
managing to release another slow breath.

This time her climax spiraled up so hard she
felt her vision darken. She choked on the spasms of pleasure as her pussy
clenched ruthlessly around Greg’s fingers.

He sustained his massage until the last of
her contractions faded.

Victoria’s body went limp as she desperately
tried to catch her breath, and she lay in a debauched, sated, naked sprawl.

“Wow!”

Greg gave a huff of amusement and stretched
out beside her, propped up on a couple of pillows. “Not bad, huh?”

“Wow,” Victoria said again, staring up
blankly at the ceiling. “Why didn’t I know to breathe like that before? How did
you get so good at this?”

“I must be naturally talented.” His voice
was dry and amused.

She looked over at him. Despite his tone,
there was a sheen of perspiration on his forehead, and she could see his
erection through the loose fabric of his sweat pants.

She gave him a naughty smile and hauled her
relaxed body up until she was able to grab at his waistband. “Now it’s your
turn. I’ll have you know I’m pretty talented myself.”

He opened his mouth to respond but was
distracted by her pulling down his pants. She made short work of them, tossing
them over the side of the bed. Then she positioned herself between his legs and
slid her hands up his thighs.

His cock was fully erect, leaning up toward
his lower belly. She took it in her hands, sliding her fingers along the warm,
firm flesh.

He let out a husky groan that hitched in his
throat when she lowered her mouth to lick a line up the shaft. She teased him
for a minute—flicking her tongue along the head, gently squeezing his balls,
following one of the veins with her lips—until his thighs and belly were
visibly tense and he was clenching his fingers in the bedding.

Then she took him fully in her mouth,
wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock and squeezing to match the
suction of her mouth. Every time she hollowed out her cheeks, she felt him make
an involuntary thrust up.

His visceral reaction was exhilarating, and
a new arousal started to throb between her legs.

“Yes,” Greg hissed, one of his hands moving
to tangle in her hair. “Oh baby, yes.”

She was more turned on than ever as he
fisted his hand in her hair, gently guiding the bobbing of her head.

She loved to see him like this. Loved that
she could make him feel this way.

“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me,” he rasped,
jerking his head to the side as he visibly tried to restrain his urge to
thrust.

She mumbled around his cock. It filled her mouth—firm
and salty and absolutely intimate. She wasn’t an expert at giving blow jobs but
she figured she was doing all right. She wasn’t sure what to do with her tongue,
but she tried to twirl it a little as she sucked.

When she slanted her eyes up, she saw he was
staring down at where his cock disappeared into her mouth.

She gave a muffled moan and squirmed her
bottom, trying to ease the ache of her pussy.

“Fuck. Oh fuck.” Greg took a strained breath,
and then suddenly pulled her head up so that his erection slipped out of her
mouth.

“Hey! I thought I was doing good.”

“You were doing better than good,” he said
hoarsely, pulling her up toward him and arranging her until she was straddling
his hips. “But you’re turned on again too, so I figured we could both enjoy
it.”

“I was enjoying—” Her objection was cut off
when she felt his fingers exploring her wet pussy.

“Maybe you’ll enjoy this more.”

He lifted his cock to line it up at her
entrance, and then she lowered herself until he was sheathed inside her. The
penetration was tight and substantial, and Victoria’s head fell back at the
sensations.

She braced her hands on his shoulders,
folding her legs more comfortably around his hips. She wasn’t used to being on
top and so she felt a little strange and uncertain. His cock seemed enormous
inside her at this angle, and she was overly conscious of the extra flesh on
her thighs.