Confessions of an Alli Cat

We make our way to the bed.

I kick off my shoes as directed.

“Now tell me to f**k you.”

“Fuck me,” I breathe into his ear, before I kiss him heatedly again.  He inhales my tongue and bends me back onto the bed.  He strips his clothes off in thirty-seconds flat and quickly rolls a condom on.  Before I know it, his warm skin is sliding against me.  I wrap my legs around him and pull him close.”

“Tell me you love my cock.”

“I love your cock,” I whisper into his neck.

He quickens his pace and slides in and out; hard, then harder.  Then he slows.

“Tell me to f**k you harder.”

“Fuck me harder,” I murmur.

So he does.  The muscles of his back ripple and strain as he bucks against me.  His skin is damp and his dick is hard.  I grasp at his shoulders, holding on.

“Now, tell me to stop.”

“What??” I look at him wildly.  “I don’t want you to stop.”

Shade grins lazily as he hovers above me.  “I don’t particularly want to stop.  But I know that if you do this next thing, it will make this sex mind-blowing and that’s what you want, right?”

I nod.

“So, tell me to stop.”

“Stop.”

“Now, I want you to roll me to the side and suck me.  I know that women’s magazines like to tell women to take men to the brink, to almost make them come and then stop because it will make the orgasm more intense.  But that’s not true.  Usually, it’s only frustrating.  Unless you are doing it this way.  This way is amazing.”

I follow his instructions.  I feel kinky as hell, because let’s face it, it is kinky as hell.  But I suck him. And yes, I taste myself.

He moves with me, pushing into me.  It only takes a couple of minutes before he says, “I’m ready to come.  Stop.  Come up here and kiss me.  Then tell me to bend you over and f**k you.”

I wipe my mouth and straighten.

I kiss him.  “Bend me over and f**k me,” I tell him softly, against his lips.

“With pleasure,” he says.  He bends me over the bed and easily slides in, then out.  Hard, harder, harder.

“Tell me to come in you.”

“You’re wearing a condom,” I point out raggedly.

“It doesn’t matter.  It’s just sexy as hell to hear.” He sounds equally ragged.

“Come in me,” I say.

“Done,” he answers harshly.  And he leans into my ass, pushing against me, grasping my hips.

Holy effing shit.

He shudders for a moment, then he’s still.

“That was hot as hell,” I tell him as I collapse onto the bed.

Shade looks at me knowingly as he collapses next to me, his handsome face smug.

“Yep.  And now you are the master of mind-blowing sex.  You’re welcome.”

“Thank you,” I laugh, snuggling into his side.  His arm wraps around me and pulls me close and suddenly, it doesn’t feel like we’re client and clientele.  I feel like we just had an amazing sexual experience.  It was mutually amazing and he enjoyed it as much as I did.

He’s very, very good at his job.

Chapter Thirteen

(Or:  I am Cougar, Hear me roar while I do a jello shot)

The sun is out, the Las Vegas sky is blue and Shade has his hands all over my daughter.

Okay, not in that way, but still.

I am lying poolside in a bright yellow bikini top and cut-off denim shorts watching Colby and Sophie’s lesson.  He’s currently showing her how to make her butterfly more efficient.  And as he does, every muscle in his chest is flexing.  If Sophie weren’t here, I would jump into my pool fully clothed and lick each ripple.

But she is here.

And so I’m in mom mode.  And Shade is Colby.

And I’m not really liking the fact that his hands are balancing her in the water right now as she practices.

Does that make me jealous of my own daughter?

Have I fallen down a freaking rabbit hole?

I sigh and take a sip of lemonade.  Which is sans vodka, by the way, and that is a true tragedy considering the circumstances.

Since it’s only 3:15 p.m. on a Saturday, I decided to hold off on the alcohol for a bit.  Particularly since Rick the Dick will be coming to pick Sophie up for the night here in a bit.  I should probably be stone-cold sober for that.

I really do have amazing fortitude.

“Sophie, pick up your chin!” Colby calls as Sophie butterflies across the pool.  From here, she looks like a very skinny porpoise.  Colby glances at me, and his gaze turns wicked.  He actually winks as his gaze slides down over my chest, then back up to my eyes.

Butterflies of my own flutter in my stomach.

His expression is playful and naughty as he climbs from the pool and walks to me, bending down to grab the towel next to me.

“Are we on for next weekend?” he asks quietly, staring down at me with his blue, blue, blue freaking eyes.

I smile.  “I don’t know,” I answer.  “It’s still this weekend.  Next weekend is a long way away.”

He chuckles, glancing over his shoulder to make sure Sophie is still swimming.  She is.

“Ah, don’t tease me, Alli Cat.  I’m going to need my Alli fix by next weekend.  And you’re going to need Shade.”

I swallow. He’s actually right.  I will definitely need Shade by next weekend.  It’s a thought that has already crossed my mind and it’s a little bothersome.  Have I come to depend on him already…to fill up my alone time?  It’s a slightly troublesome thought.

“Maybe,” I answer coyly, hiding my concern.

He grins.  “I’ll schedule you in for a block of time,” he tells me.  “Just in case.”  And he winks again as he towels off his hair.  God, I love it when he winks.  It’s so cute and ornery. And flirty.

I am still looking up at him when I hear Rick the Dick’s voice coming through the gate.

Hell.

I stand up and Colby walks over to Sophie, presumably to give her some last tips before she has to leave with her dad.

Rick comes over to me, his gaze sliding up and down my body.  I try not to shudder. The thought that this slime-ball’s hands have been on my body so many times throughout the last fifteen years is enough to make me want to drown myself in my own pool, right after I fill it with acid, of course, to burn off the memory of his touch.