Harkham's Corner (Harkham's Series Book 3) (17 page)

Round was always good. Like Mari’s breasts.

He gave her a heated look when she played the next song.

This one was about him climbing on top of her, ripping her clothes off with his teeth and then biting her pubis until she came undone.

That was a good fantasy.

She
was a good fantasy.

In his lab coat, she was sexy and sizzling, and everything his cock desired.

Without any warning, he went and retrieved it.

“Put this on,” he told her, shoving it her way.

She smirked and reached for it.

“You know what I really want. Nothing on underneath,” he said.

“But Meg . . .” Her brows inched up.

“Let’s go to the bedroom then. Button’s asleep, and this won’t take long.” He motioned for her to get moving.

Her eyes went heavy, and she did as he asked.

“Very nice when you do what I say,” he said, shutting the door softly.

Button was sound asleep in his crib. Good. This would be very good, and no one would bother them.

Mari watched him intently as she peeled off her clothes as slowly as possible. A moment later, she went to the closet and grabbed her heels, sliding them on. She fastened up the lab coat, making sure to leave the top two buttons undone so her cleavage was bared.

“You make me harder than you can know.” He gripped his length through his clothes.

“Why don’t you show me?” Her eyes traveled to his bulge.

“I’d rather you undress me, then you can get a nice peek for yourself.” He motioned for her to join him.

She sauntered over to him, and before he could tell her what he wanted, she dropped to her knees before him.

Pop. Ziiiiip.

She yanked at his pants until they were down around his ankles. His boxers were next.

“In my fantasies, you look exactly like this,” she told him.

“Dressed for work?” His brows mushed together. “How is that any different than every work day when I come home and see you?”

She reached back and stroked his scrotum. He made this gruff purring noise.

“No, I mean like
this
,” she said with a growl, gripping his dick tight between both hands. “This look you’re giving me now.”

“Oh, God, that’s . . . That’s it, sweetheart. Be tight with my cock. It likes that a lot.” He watched her every move.

She wore that bitey, hungry look he adored so much.

He leaned over her and slid open the top drawer of his nightstand. The lube was right on top where he left it last night.

He wished at times she wasn’t so dry in her pussy from nursing, but he understood why. It didn’t mean she didn’t want his dick—it meant her body was trying to make it unfriendly so she couldn’t get pregnant as easily. That was probably a good thing in their case, since he fucked her as often as he could, and they couldn’t afford to have another baby so soon.

“You should know I’m thinking about having my hard dick in you as soon as humanly possible.” He stroked her hair, petting her in a soft, tender way.

She had her mouth around his hard shaft, staring up in his eyes. “Later,” she said, taking a deep breath then going back to sucking him.

“We’ve had oral a lot lately, both of us,” he said, then took a sharp inhale. Her finger found its way to his anus.

She hadn’t done that in years. Not since they’d been newlyweds.

“Oh Jesus!” His legs tightened, and his spine went stiff.

“You need this,” she said, wiggling backward until she was up against the edge of the bed.

He handed her the lube without thinking, then shuffled toward her, leaving his pants and boxers behind. With shaking hands, he managed to rip his shirt off and fling it on top of the bed.

With a greedy, gulping sound, she surrounded his dick once more with her mouth.

She lubed up her finger she’d had on his asshole, then moved it right back there.

For several minutes, he swayed with her sucking, leaning into her, reveling in the sensations, and then . . . Oh shit!

“You’re inside me, Mari, and I never . . . We’ve never done this before,” he said with a gasp.

His balls jerked and tightened. It was overwhelming. He gasped again as she slowly rocked her finger in deeper, then retracted almost to the opening, then deeper once again.

“Oh, fuck, but I . . . This is more than I . . . I only wanted to fuck you in my lab coat,” he managed to say with a high pitched whimper.

With her free hand, she undid another button on the coat. “Fuck my tits, then. Enjoy this,” she told him.

He placed his cock between her breasts, and one of them leaked for a moment.

“Oh, my fucking Gaaaawwwd, that’s hotter than hell!” He licked his lips, his eyes following the dripping milk down her tit as he began pumping his dick between her breasts he was smooshing together with his hands.

He had to lean over a little to do that, but it seemed to be just fine for her, because she kept fingering his insides.

“Fuck—that’s good.” She watched his tip leak profusely. “I’ve always wanted to milk your prostate, and now that I’m—just fuck. It’s gorgeous.” Her tongue extended, and she lapped at it.

His head tipped back. “I . . . I may come soon,” he said, voice shaky.

“Come whenever you want, baby. It’s your lab coat you’ll dirty up, and my breasts that you own.” He could hear the smile in her voice.

Her fingers prodded inside him, then swirled over that sensitive spot. That had to be his male G-spot.

“Oh shit, oh, shit, oh God, I like that, but I . . . It’s almost painful it’s so good.” He clamped his teeth together and made this hissing noise. How much longer could he hold out?

He didn’t want her to stop. This was too good and too dirty, and all the things he never knew he wanted. Or once wanted a long time ago, but he must’ve forgotten.

“Wow, you’re coming,” she said.

He dropped his head and looked down. He was? How was that possible? He hadn’t felt it.

As soon as he saw his tip spurting and her catching it in her mouth, he exploded, and the most intense wave rolled through him, making his knees buckle.

He gripped the back of her head for support, jerking in spastic movements in place.

“Ohhhhhh dear Gaaaaaawwwd, that’s . . .” He panted and tried to catch his breath, but he couldn’t. Her finger inside him swiped over that spot once more, intensifying his orgasm, doubling its strength and making it last longer. “Mmmmmnnn-nnnhhh,” he whimpered, his throat closing off on him. He struggled to find air through his nostrils. His mouth watered, so he had to suck back the saliva.

His balls tingled like crazy, and so did his inner thighs.

“My Lord, that was incredible,” she said in awe, slowly retreating her finger out of his ass.

He released the back of her head.

Bad idea, because she went after his dick with her tongue once more, swiping at the come still there, catching every drop.

He yelped and tried to jump away—he was too sensitive, but she gripped his thighs and held him still.

“Mine,” she growled.

“Holy shit—have it then,” he said, chuckling, watching her and realizing this was officially the sexiest thing he’d ever seen—his wife in his lab coat, covered in his come, her licking off the few remnants of it that dribbled down his dick, and her breasts bared and creamy, dripping with her milk along with his semen as well.

Goddamn, he might need to figure out some other outfit of his she could wear, because this needed a repeat, but with some added, extra props so she wouldn’t grow bored.

* * *

Ugh, he was sick of this. Sick of talking about his songs.

People kept calling him and bugging him about them over the last few days. It had been less than a week, and already it was irritating him. They wanted more.

“It’s got so many likes, I can’t believe we didn’t do this sooner.” Mari pointed at the computer screen.

“Does it matter?”

“Doesn’t it matter to you?” She inched her brows together.

“What’s wrong now?”

“You act like you don’t care, but I know you do. Why are you doing this?” She stood up and approached him, then dragged him by the arm over to the proof. She pointed. “Look at how many people love it. Don’t you think you could sell these songs yourself?”

“How?” He blinked and scratched his stubbled chin. He really needed to shave, but he was too tired. It was his day off.

“Well, I was doing some research. I found this site called Chewaloo, and you can sell basically anything you want online. They don’t take any money from you. They just help you create it.” She was breathless as she said the words. “We can create a website and sell it there. With the link, you know.”

“Creating a decent website takes time and money—both of which neither of us really has,” he said. This sounded overwhelming already.

“Zach has tons of time, and instead of gaming, he could do this for you.” She pulled her shoulders back, settling in her spot. “Think about it, okay?”

“I’ll consider it, but I don’t know that I want Zach in charge. He’s like a monkey lately without his beer. He’s awful to be around.” His head ached simply thinking about it. Or was it because he was craving a soda something fierce?

His head was on different paths, crossing colors and numbers and whatever else was out there.

“Did you think that, too?” Mari asked.

He snapped his head in her direction. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“Adam. Are you listening to me?”

“No. I wasn’t. I want a soda. I want to fuck. I want to stop talking.” He stood up, walked over to the fridge and eyed that one soda can she’d put in the fridge a few days before.

Dammit. It was taunting him.

“Ah, ah, ah.” She stepped between him and
it
. “You don’t need it.”

“Do too. I like it.” He gripped her upper arms. “And I like you. I’ll have you later, but right now I . . .” He groaned so loud and so hard, her loose hairs flew out of her face. “I don’t wanna do this anymore. Zach can win.”

“I’m sure he’s already lost. Call him and find out.”

“You’re tricking me, aren’t you? You want me to call him so I’ll talk to him about this website idea.” His eyes hardened along with his voice and his back heated. His fingers gripped her a little harder.

“Yes, honey—that’s all I do. Think of dastardly ways to manipulate you into doing things that will help you. So wicked of me.” She chuckled and clicked her tongue.

“I . . . Okay, I’m being dumb.”

“Not dumb. You’re cranky. Withdrawals can do that to a person. I know. I gave up all sorts of shit, like smoking, remember?”

“Oh yeah . . .” He should’ve remembered that. What was wrong with him?

“I still crave them every now and again, but then I look at our kids’ angelic eyes, and your gorgeous ones, and I know it’s worth keeping away from.”

“But my soda won’t hurt you guys. There’s no such thing as second hand fizz.” He loosened his grip and stroked her arms.

She sighed and slumped a little. “Do whatever you think is right, sweetie. It’s up to you.”

“I might feel better in a few days, though, right?”

“Yes. You probably will. All that sugar can take its toll on your system.”

He remembered that now. Her sugar-free diet she used to be on. Those were yucky days because he wanted her to eat sugary goodness with him. She loved chocolate bars with almonds in them. Now she preferred mint chocolates. He liked all of them.

“I’m addicted to you—do you remember me telling you that a long time ago?” His eyelids went heavy as he stared at her breasts.

“Uh, yeah, I think so. Sounds kind of familiar.” She stepped away from him with a flirty grin. “Tell me what you decide on so I’ll know if I need to stock up on soda some more or not.”

His words escaped him, and so did his breath as he measured which need was greater—sex with her, or the last soda in his fridge.

He closed the door to the fridge, walked away, sat down and ripped out his phone, calling his dopey brother.

“What? I’m busy,” Zach answered.

“Busy doing what?”

“Nothing you care about.”

“Geez, having a hard day?” Adam’s cravings ratcheted up a little more as he worried about Zach continuing on with this bet. What if he never quit? Adam would have to keep going. Could he do that and not go insane?

It might require lots and lots of nakedness and making love.

“Look, it’s just not a good time.”

He heard some female say something in the background.

“Oh, Jesus, no. She’s there? What about Jill?”

“I’m hanging up now,” Zach sang.

“Fine. I was just going to ask you for a computer favor.”

“Oh?” Zach’s voice went up in pitch.

“I’ll email you about it. Take care, and keep Jill out of it.”