The Wives of Beverly Row 5: Lust Has a New Address Page 4

  He was so strong. He was holding her in his arms as if she weighed nothing at all.

  “Take me right here,” she said when she was able to speak.

  He looked into her face and then lifted her even higher so that her chest was level with his face. Then he held her up in the air while he nuzzled his face into her chest. His tongue ran over the top of her breasts, over the satin of her bra, and inside the edge of it. Her nipples were aching to feel his tongue on them but he couldn’t lick them while she had her bra on.

  She reached behind her back and unclasped it. The bra fell to the ground and instantly she felt his mouth on her nipples. He was all over her. His mouth covered the first nipple and then the other. He sucked on them passionately and Veronica felt so much pleasure surge to her breasts that she thought she might orgasm just from that.

  She reached down and ran her hands through his rich hair. His bare chest was so tempting. She longed to touch it and when he lowered her to the ground she ran her hands down his back to his butt and then up the front, over his abs and pectoral muscles. Each muscle felt like a solid piece of wood, hard and strong and warm with life.

  Very slowly, Matt began to lower himself to the ground, pulling Veronica down with him. He lay with his back on the hard floor and she lay on top of him.

  “Are you alright down there?” she said.

  He looked up at her and grinned. “Maybe we need to go somewhere,” he said.

  Veronica nodded. “Let’s do that,” she said. “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable. We’ve waited this long, we can wait ten more minutes.”

  He looked up at her. “I want you so badly it hurts,” he said.

  “I know the feeling,” she said, looking down into his handsome face.

  V

  ZOLA WAS STILL SITTING AT Ariel’s kitchen table. Ariel had spent the last hour trying to console her. Zola was terrified that Ariel was going to do something that would get her into trouble with Jake. Ariel had been doing her best to calm Zola down and assure her she wouldn’t make her life more difficult than it already was.

  “I promise,” Ariel said for the hundredth time, “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to do.”

  “I don’t want you to do anything,” Zola said.

  Ariel knew Zola didn’t really mean that. The last thing she wanted was to be left alone to deal with this situation with Jake. Zola needed help and she knew it. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t terrified of her husband. And Ariel couldn’t blame her. Judging by the way Zola had already been treated that morning, anything was possible when it came to Jake and his internet buddies.

  “Let’s go over to Trudy’s,” Ariel said.

  “Why?” Zola said, wiping the tears from her eyes.

  “Just to talk to her,” Ariel said. “The more support we can get for you, the safer you’re going to be.”

  Zola seemed to see the sense in that and she followed Ariel to her car for the short drive to Trudy’s house.

  When Trudy saw them on the doorstep she hurried them into the house.

  “Oh my God,” she said as Ariel helped Zola inside. “What the hell’s going on? Has there been an accident?”

  Ariel put her hand on Trudy’s arm. “Don’t worry,” she said. “Nothing like that. Zola just needs some female support.”

  Trudy seemed to understand that immediately and brought the women through to her sitting room.

  “Are drinks in order?” she said when Ariel and Zola were seated on the couch.

  “Yes,” Ariel said without a moment’s hesitation.

  Trudy nodded and went straight to the bar where she began preparing three gin and tonics. She brought them back on a silver tray and Ariel and Zola each took one.

  “Now,” Trudy said, “tell me what on earth’s going on. It’s Jake isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” Zola said and fresh tears began to fall down her cheeks.

  “Drink up,” Ariel said. She looked at Trudy.

  Trudy raised her eyebrows questioningly.

  Ariel decided it would be easier for her to explain the situation than to try and get Zola to do so. “Things have gotten unbearable for Zola in Jake’s house,” she said.

  “Is he cheating?”

  “Yes,” Zola said.

  “And worse,” Ariel said. She looked at Zola to see if she could go on but Zola was just looking into her drink. “Jake’s forcing Zola to be a swinger.”

  “What?” Trudy said, indignantly.

  “Yes,” Zola said.

  “How can he do that? Isn’t that illegal? Isn’t that basically rape?”

  “Yes it is,” Ariel said.

  “It’s not,” Zola said. “I agree to it. I go along with whatever he wants.”

  “But even still,” Trudy said. “How can any man make his wife go through something like that when she’s not into it. It’s inhuman. There’s got to be a law against it.”

  “Anyway,” Ariel said, “it is what it is. Jake pressured Zola into going along with it and now he’s told all of his swinging friends that they can drop by and visit Zola whenever they want.”

  “Oh my God,” Trudy said. “You need a gun, Zola. That’s what you need. If any man comes into your house, shoot him.”

  “What she needs is a plan,” Ariel said. “A plan to get even with Jake.”

  “Ariel, you promised you wouldn’t do anything. Please. I know you mean well but I can’t face up to Jake. I’m just too scared.”

  “I promise,” Ariel said. “I won’t get you into trouble. I promise I’ll do anything I can to help you but I won’t make your position with Jake any more difficult. I know you’re already at the limit of what’s tolerable.”

  “So what can we do then?” Trudy said.

  “We need a plan,” Ariel said. “We need to find a way to get Jake to do what we want.”

  “And what do we want?” Zola said.

  “We want him to give you a divorce, and a financial settlement that will give you security. And we want him to promise never to go near you again, and never to let his creepy friends go near you either.”

  Zola nodded. That sounded perfect as far as she was concerned. She didn’t have the presence of mind to realize just how difficult it was going to be to get Jake to agree to all of that.

  Trudy, on the other hand, was all too aware of the difficulties. She’d seen her share of difficult divorces in her life.

  “How on earth are we going to get Jake to agree to all that?” she said. “I know men. Once you try to get a divorce, they can get meaner than you ever thought possible. There’s no way Jake’s going to let Zola go free. He treats her like a piece of his property. If she leaves him, he’ll move heaven and earth to make sure she leaves with nothing. Not a single penny. Mark my words.”

  As Trudy spoke, Zola began to cry again. “That’s what I’m afraid of,” she said. “I can’t just start over from nothing again. I’m not as young as I was. I have a house now. I have security. How can I go back to nothing?”

  “You don’t have security if Jake’s friends can walk in and fuck you every time you try to take a shower,” Ariel said. She knew they were harsh words but she needed Zola to realize how unacceptable her situation was. She couldn’t give in. She had to fight.

  “So what are my choices?” Zola said. “Let Jake treat me like garbage, or go back to the life of poverty I had before?”

  “That’s why we need a plan,” Ariel said. “Look, there’s got to be a way to get Jake to do what we want. There’s got to be a way we can blackmail him or something.”

  Ariel looked at Trudy. Then they both looked at Zola.

  All Zola could do was shake her head. “I don’t have anything on him,” Zola said. “I don’t have a clue about his business dealings. There’s nothing. He doesn’t even keep a work computer in the house.”

  “We’ll think of something,” Ariel said. “Leave it to me. I’ll nail him for you, Zola. I swear to God I will.”

  VI

  VERONIC
A HOPPED OUT OF MATT’S truck almost before he’d even finished parking. She was so eager to get into that motel room, to let him ravish her, that she didn’t want to wait even a single extra minute.

  “Wait for me,” Matt called after her as she hurried into the lobby of the motel. It was a fairly traditional looking motel by the side of the Pacific Coast Highway between LA and Malibu. The location was beautiful, she could see the ocean from the parking lot, but she didn’t care one bit about the location. All she cared about was getting Matt Harkness’s cock into her vagina. She was certain it was going to be enormous. She prayed it would be.

  Matt followed her to the check in desk and asked for a room.

  “You staying the night?” the kid behind the desk asked.

  “What difference does that make?” Matt said, annoyed at the kid for asking.

  “Hey, I’m not judging. It’s just that it’s twenty bucks cheaper if you check out before six.”

  Matt looked at Veronica. His eyes went from her face down over her cleavage, her perfectly fitting jeans, then back up to meet her eyes. “We’ll take it for the night,” he said to the kid.

  By the time they made it into the room, Veronica was almost shaking with anticipation and excitement. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Finally, after all these years of longing and lusting after Matt, she was in a motel room with him, alone, ready to do whatever he wanted.

  “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Matt said to her as he shut the door behind him. She noticed him turn the latch to lock the door and a shiver of excitement ran through her body.

  “Are you kidding?” she said. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”

  Matt grinned at her. He pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing to her again his perfectly chiseled chest.

  “There’s something you should know about me,” he said.

  “I want to know everything there is,” she said. “I want to know every inch of your body and every molecule of your mind.”

  “Well then, you should know that my sexual tastes are, how should I say this?”

  “What?”

  “Insatiable?” he said, trying to find the right word.

  Veronica’s heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t believe he’d just said that. It almost gave her an orgasm just to hear the word come from his mouth.

  “What do you mean, exactly?” she said.

  “I like certain things. Uncommon things. I like them a lot.”

  “I see,” Veronica said.

  “If you’re not into it, that’s alright, I’ll do anything you like, but I just thought I should be upfront.”

  “What kinds of things?”

  “You sound intrigued.”

  “I am intrigued.”

  “Alright,” Matt said. “Let me show you.”

  Veronica’s heart fluttered. What was he going to show her? She couldn’t wait to find out. She looked around the room. It was a perfectly average motel room, a small double bed with two bedside tables, faded curtains, a thick carpet, and a door leading to a dingy washroom.

  But to Veronica it was a palace. She was finally in the place that she felt she’d been waiting years to be in. She suddenly felt as if all the years of loneliness and dissatisfaction were over and that she was starting an exciting new chapter in her life. She prayed that was the case. She didn’t feel like she was starting an affair. She didn’t want an affair. She wanted a new relationship with Matt that was going to last. She wanted something real. She felt as if she was letting go of her life with Hank and embracing an entirely new life.

  “What do you want me to do?” she said, looking at Matt.

  He was opening the buttons on his shirt. She shivered with anticipation. He was giving her goosebumps.

  “Sit on the bed,” he said to her.

  She loved how commanding his voice sounded. He knew what he wanted. He was a man.

  She sat on the side of the bed and looked up at him expectantly. He finished unbuttoning his shirt and then let it fall to the ground. That chest! If Veronica had to look at it for much longer without making love to Matt she was going to explode.

  “Should I strip?” she said.

  “Just sit there,” Matt said. His voice was kind but firm. He meant what he said to her. He wanted her to do as she was told.

  Veronica loved it. She loved his certainty. It was the exact opposite of Hank.

  Matt didn’t stop with his shirt. He stood in front of her, his muscular torso right there for her to admire, and began opening the buttons on his jeans. Veronica thought she was going to die of anticipation. He opened his jeans and then bent down and took off his work boots and socks. He stood up again and kicked off the jeans. He was now standing in front of her in nothing but his white boxer shorts. Veronica had eyes for only one thing, the enormous bulge on the front of his boxer shorts.

  She looked up at Matt. There was an adorable mischievous grin on his face.

  “What now?” she said.

  She knew she was supposed to be playing it cool, she was supposed to be patient and sexy, but she couldn’t help asking questions. She was too eager.

  “Lie down,” Matt said to her.

  She lay back.

  “No, turn around. Lie on your front.”

  She did as she was told and lay on her stomach. She was still completely clothed in jeans and a shirt and she didn’t know what Matt wanted from her.

  She looked around at him. He was completely naked now and when her eyes fell on his cock she gasped in wonder. It was enormous, literally enormous. It was thicker and longer than any penis she’d ever seen before in her life, even in porno movies. It was erect and sticking up, high enough to touch his navel. It was so thick she doubted she’d even be able to hold it with one hand.

  “Wow,” she said. “Matt! I never knew you were so hung!”

  He smiled at her and took his enormous cock in his hand. He slowly ran his hand up and down it, pulling his foreskin back while he pulled down. It really was a massive penis and he knew it.

  “So,” he said, “I’ve waited so long to have you in this position that now that you’re here I almost don’t know where to start.”

  Veronica said nothing. She was trembling with excitement. She’d waited a long time to be in this position too. She wanted nothing more than to feel Matt impale her with that massive cock. She lay there and closed her eyes and waited. She wasn’t going to tell him what to do. She wanted him to please himself.

  When she felt his weight on the mattress next to her she held her breath. When his hands reached around to the front of her jeans she thought she might scream in excitement.

  “Do whatever you want to me,” she said.

  “Veronica, are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Whatever you want, I want,” she said.

  “Keep your eyes closed,” he said.

  He pulled down her jeans and removed her shoes and socks. She felt more sexual now that he was stripping her. It had been strange to see him naked while she was still clothed.

  Then he started unbuttoning her shirt, still from behind her. She lay on her side so that he could open the buttons and then he removed her shirt and her bra. She still had her eyes closed. She wasn’t sure why she’d closed her eyes. It had been an instinctive decision. She’d sensed that Matt would be more likely to really do what he wanted to her if she closed her eyes.

  She trembled with excitement as he slowly pulled down her panties, leaving her completely nude on the bed.

  “Veronica,” Matt said.

  “Yes?”

  “I’m going to blindfold you.”

  “Whatever you want,” she said.

  She kept her eyes closed but flinched when she heard him tearing fabric.

  “What was that?” she said.

  “My shirt,” he said.

  It excited her that he was so strong. He thought nothing of ripping up a shirt. She wondered briefly what he would wear when they left the
motel room but she didn’t care. She never wanted to leave. She was so ready for whatever Matt was going to do to her that she didn’t care if she spent the rest of her life in that little room.

  She didn’t open her eyes while he blindfolded her. She felt exposed and vulnerable and deliciously sexy. She was desperate for Matt’s cock. Whatever it was he was going to do with it, she wanted him to do it soon. It was so big, so thick, she could almost feel it already.

  “You’ve seen how big I am,” Matt said from somewhere behind her.

  “Just give it to me, Matt.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said again.

  “You’re not going to hurt me. I’m all yours.”

  There was something strangely timid about the way Matt was acting. She calculated that she’d been in the room with him for fifteen or twenty minutes by now and he still hadn’t laid a finger on her. For someone who’d been painfully in love with her for so many years, the amount of patience he was showing now was surprising. Perhaps he was just one of those lovers who enjoyed building up the tension first. She loved it when a man understood that what came before the sex, the buildup and the anticipation, were just as important as everything else that followed.

  She sensed that he was standing next to her. She felt him take her hand and then she felt his enormous penis touching it. She opened her hand and took a hold of the massive piece of flesh.

  “You’re just enormous, Matt,” she said.

  “I want you to know what’s coming,” he said.

  “Give it to me. I want it now,” Veronica said, fondling Matt’s massive cock in her hand.

  “You’ll get it very soon,” he said.

  He got up onto the bed. Veronica was reluctant to let go of that perfect penis but she knew she’d get it again, somewhere else.