Unconventional

by Krista Wolf

  “And so you ended up here…” I finished for him.

  Noah nodded. “The job sucked. We took our paychecks and jumped ship at the first port we came to. Which just so happened to be Edinburgh.”

  The check came, and I grabbed it before he did. He thanked me with a nod as I laid some cash out on the table.

  “That’s some story,” I whistled finally, throwing down my napkin.

  “Hey,” Noah said, his smile slowly returning. “You asked.”

  Twenty-Four

  MADISON

  I couldn’t believe the butterflies I had, waiting for him to arrive. How much my stomach tied itself in knots every time I thought I heard the door, or a sound out front.

  What’s the big deal? You’ve been with him already, right?

  I had, of course. But there was something about Chase that set me off my usual game. Not in a bad way, but a good way. He was, in a word, a little intimidating.

  It’s his eyes, the little voice in my head offered. The way he looks at you makes you shiver.

  Chase was the shortest of my three new lovers, but by far the ‘prettiest.’ He was that guy in high school who every girl fantasized about being with. The one who needed only to throw his smile your way, and you’d be pretty much ready to do anything for him.

  In fact, I was so intimidated by the thought of seeing Chase alone, I’d practically begged Noah to come also. My ‘begging’ had included a scorching hot make-out session in the car, before the ride back. One that had escalated to roaming hands and clothes that came partially off, until Noah closed his hand over the one I was using to rub the bulge in his crotch.

  “Are you sure you can’t stay tonight also?” I asked, my heart pounding with the possibilities of having them both over. I squeezed his cock gently through his zipper. “I’ll make it worth your while…”

  I almost had him. For a split second, I saw his resistance falter, his lips part in an effort to wrap themselves around the word ‘yes’. Then he sighed, and gently took my hand away.

  “We really should just wait for tomorrow,” he said regretfully. “But the anticipation will make it all the better.”

  I wasn’t sure he was right about that, but whatever he had to take care of at home, it must’ve been serious. Neither he nor Chase talked about it much, but from the looks they exchanged I knew the task wasn’t all that pleasant.

  And now here I was, about to spend the night with Chase. Flawless cheekbones, model good looks. Bright green eyes, and a smile I’m sure dropped panties around many an ankle.

  The knock came, and I could barely breathe. It was so stupid, too. So totally and completely—

  “Hello princess.”

  He stood in the doorway, looking dirty and ragged. Not tired, though. Even after a long day there was still plenty of life in his eyes.

  “Hi.”

  It sounded so lame. So totally unlike me! As I stood there trying to regain control, the sound of a truck kicking up gravel rumbled somewhere behind him.

  “Are the others gone?”

  Chase nodded. “It’s just you and me.” He shifted from one foot to the other, looking me over with a sly smile. “You gonna invite me in, or…”

  “Yes, sorry!” I laughed. “Of course.”

  He entered the foyer, unlacing his mud-covered boots. The rest of him was just as dirty, even the threadbare duffel he’d pulled from the truck with presumably a change of clothes.

  “Shower’s upstairs if you want it,” I said. “Clean towels, too.”

  “You don’t like me dirty?” he flirted.

  “I like you any way you come,” I flirted back.

  I wondered if my emphasis on that last word was subconsciously intentional. I certainly didn’t do it on purpose.

  We spun into the kitchen together, but unlike the other nights I had very little cooking going on. Instead I’d plugged in a pot roast, eight or ten hours ago. The delicious smell of meat, potatoes, and vegetables permeated the air, courtesy of my late uncle’s very old, but very trustworthy slow-cooker.

  I turned to find Chase still behind me, staring at my ass. Looking at me as if I smelled even more delicious than the pot roast.

  “See anything you like?” I asked, before I could talk myself out of saying it.

  “That’d be an understatement.”

  Heat swirled its way up through my loins, spreading fire to my skin. I was still fresh from my night with Julian. Only instead of being sated — and believe me, I’d been more than sated — it seemed the more I got… the more I wanted.

  “Well what are you going to do then?” I asked, my voice dripping with mock innocence. I leaned back against the counter, one leg crossing casually over the other.

  Chase walked through the kitchen like he owned the place, moving with a swagger only guys like him could pull off. He pulled open the fridge, came out with a pair of beers, and screwed the tops off them.

  “That all depends,” he said, handing one over. I took it slowly, letting my hand linger on his before finally bringing it to my lips.

  “On what?”

  “On whether or not you’re willing to get dirty.”

  I chuckled into the neck of my bottle, tilting my head. “Oh I can get dirty.”

  “I don’t doubt it,” he saluted me.

  “It’s just…” I breathed, sticking my chest out. “Just…”

  “Just what?”

  I eyed him provocatively. “The truth?”

  “Of course,” he smiled.

  “I don’t know whether to jump you right now and get it over with, or keep the butterflies going until later tonight.” I sighed, nervously. “Either way, though. You’re getting laid.”

  Chase laughed for a full measure — a deep, masculine laugh that made him all the more attractive, if that were even possible.

  “Wow,” he said finally, crossing his arms. “I’ve never had it put quite that way before.”

  “Oh no?” I teased. “A stud like you?”

  He kept his arms crossed and remained silent, but his penetrating green eyes spoke volumes. Without a single spoken word, they said everything I needed to know.

  “So shall we get it over with?” I teased, seductively. “Break the ice?”

  I turned around, giving him what he wanted. Spreading my legs slightly, I stared back at him over my shoulder.

  “Bend me over the counter, maybe?” When he didn’t answer, I nodded off to one side. “Or just do me right there on the table… like Julian?”

  His eyes seemed to sparkle at the mention of the stonemason’s name. It could’ve been jealousy, for sure. But it also could’ve been something else.

  “Maybe I’ll just keep you in suspense,” Chase said at last. “Make you and the butterflies wait it out, while we all have dinner together.”

  My stomach leapt crazily at the very thought. Before I knew it, I was crossing the distance between us. I grabbed his hand, interlaced his fingers with mine, and pulled him straight out of the kitchen with me.

  “Or maybe I’ll just take you.”

  Twenty-Five

  CHASE

  She was a woman who knew what she wanted… and wasn’t afraid to take it. I liked that. I also liked her gorgeous blonde hair, her curvy but supple frame, and the way her fantastic ass jiggled as it bounced off the flattest part of my stomach.

  But hey, there were so many things to like.

  This girl was different though. Somehow, someway, she superseded all the others. There was a certain intelligence and maturity about her, not to mention her razor-sharp wit. Under normal circumstances those traits would be a trade-off for something else, but with Madison they never dulled her playfulness or youthful demeanor. In other words, she could be just as silly as I could, and I liked that too.

  I had to admit, I was a little surprised as she led me into the living room. She stripped me before I could say a word, then pushed me flat on my back over some big leather ottoman.

  Madison started between my legs, l
icking and sucking until I was rock-hard which took all of ten seconds. Then she slid her way upward. Dragged my shaft through the valley of her beautifully firm tits, before swinging around and throwing one leg over either side of my head.

  Then she went down on me all over again… while lowering her perfect pussy against my more-than-eager mouth.

  Whoa…

  Yeah, this girl definitely knew what she wanted, and right now what she wanted was a sixty-nine. A hot sixty-nine. One where I had to concentrate hard on not coming in her mouth, that’s how good it felt to have her lips dragging up and down my shaft, while I spread her ass with both hands and devoured her until she was moaning my name.

  She’s so. Fucking. Perfect.

  I’d been stuck on her since the night we’d all had dinner, and what came beyond that of course. She’d impressed me overall, by how easily she’d rolled with it. How voracious and insatiable she’d been during the act itself, and how coolly she’d handled the whole thing afterward.

  Plus, she was beautiful. Gorgeous beyond gorgeous. The kind of girl that makes you laugh when she says she doesn’t have a boyfriend, because a girl this desirable should have three.

  Well, technically she has three…

  I chuckled into her dewy blonde pussy, while worshiping her with my mouth. Madison’s ass was smooth and round and picture perfect. My tongue fit beautifully between her folds, and every drop of nectar I scooped into my mouth tasted sweet, like honeysuckle.

  On the other end, she was pulling out all the stops. Sucking me lovingly, tip to base. Licking my shaft up and down while stroking it in her delicate hand, and then plunging it back into her mouth to get it all hot and wet again.

  FUCK…

  I wanted so badly to shoot. To just lose myself in the ecstasy of devouring this wonderful, beautiful creature, while filling her mouth with my cream.

  But if I were to do this right… I needed her to come first.

  I redoubled my efforts, sawing two fingers in and out of her in conjunction with my fluttering tongue. I felt the vibrations of a moan, on the underside of my cock. The moans turned into cries, then screams, and then suddenly she was flooding my face, contracting around my hand and fingers and tongue, while pulling me from her mouth and crying out against the stillness of the castle keep’s walls.

  Madison sat upright at that point, continuing to grind my face as she came. I loved every last second of pleasing her. Every cry, every whimper. Every rhythmic contraction of her tight little pussy, spasming beautifully around my fingers and tongue.

  Then she gasped, shuddered, and bent back to the task of bringing me off in her hot, wet mouth.

  Her legs were still trembling adorably as she sucked me off, swallowing me all the way the root and pumping me hard. It felt so good it almost hurt. The intensity being so deep in her throat. The connection I felt, as her thighs quivered beneath my open palms…

  When Madison stopped to bury her face against my balls, I totally lost it. I gave her a last-second warning — just enough time for her to get her lips back over the head — and then I was thrusting upward, emptying myself in her mouth.

  Oh my GOD…

  It was like my entire body just exploded, right into hers. Like I was shooting my very soul down her throat, as she gasped and swallowed and finished it all.

  Holy… holy fuck…

  I’d done this many times with many women, but never like this. Never with this level of intimacy and intensity, never with such raw synchronicity between my lover and myself.

  Fuck…

  I felt like it would never end. Like we’d somehow fused into a single being and would go on together, in eternal bliss, as one. Eventually though, everything slowed. I grabbed Madison the minute she popped me out of her mouth, spun her around, and pulled her up until she was straddling me.

  “That was pretty fucking spectacular,” I breathed, when I could take in air again.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  She chuckled evilly and sat up on me, her beautiful breasts all swollen and flush with heat.

  “Just wait until you’ve had my pot-roast.”

  Twenty-Six

  MADISON

  I stood in the front of the window again, but this time I wasn’t afraid. Rocking gently forward and back, as Chase slowly pushed his cock in and out of my pussy…

  “Nothing?”

  “No,” I breathed headily. My fingers gripped the ancient stone sill as I screwed my ass back against him. “Not yet.”

  I wasn’t afraid to look because I had him with me, of course. But also for another, more important reason: I was done being afraid. Done cowering like a princess in my little tower, while someone or something stalked the grounds of my kingdom.

  And it would be my kingdom. I was positive of that now. The guys had invested so much of their time and energy into me, I sure as hell wasn’t going to let them down. Everything was riding on it. My future. Their sacrifice. My uncle’s legacy…

  “God that feels soo fucking good…”

  It was impossible to concentrate, with Chase buried so deep and snug. The feel of his hands, gripping my hips. His strong arms flexing, as he alternated between bouncing me off his rock-hard abs and burying himself back inside me.

  “Come back to bed,” my lover urged. “Let the animal camera do its job.”

  “Trail camera.”

  “Whatever.”

  Chase didn’t miss a beat. He just kept fucking me, with slow, deliberate strokes. Keeping me hovering in that wonderful pleasure zone, right at the very edge, without pushing me over.

  “C’mon,” he whispered, nuzzling me from behind. He swept my hair aside and kissed the tiny patch of skin at the very back of my neck. “Let me do you right…”

  Oh… oh wow…

  Shivers exploded down my entire body, causing my legs to tremble. I wanted to turn around. To see his gorgeous face, to kiss him some more as he kept on screwing me.

  “Alright,” I said finally. “You talked me into it.”

  “More like screwed you into it,” he whispered nastily in my ear.

  I sighed over my shoulder, in contented resignation. “Whatever.”

  My lover guided me back to the bed, then rolled me onto my back. I spread my legs wide for him. Opened my arms in anticipation of receiving him.

  Instead he dropped to the floor and buried his face in my pussy.

  FUCK…

  I’d always been a fan of being devoured, but Chase took things to another level. He knew how to go fast, and how to go slow. How to open me up gently, like a flower, while playing his tongue along my most sensitive areas before plunging it inside me when the moment was right.

  I felt a hand touch mine, and he guided me downward. Pressed my own fingers against my pussy, and rubbed down on them in a circular motion.

  “Show me… “ he murmured.

  I tossed my head dreamily. “Hmm?”

  “Show me what feels good.”

  I took over, sliding two fingers down and then splitting them in a ‘V’. Applying that magical amount of pressure to both sides of my clit, while rubbing up and down until I was in an absolute frenzy.

  Chase kept eating me, lapping me up from below. He slid a middle finger inside, then curled it upward into my G-spot. The pressure from the inside, coupled with my own hand bearing down from above, was just too much to handle.

  “I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

  “Come princess,” he chuckled into my pussy. Chase shoved his finger all the way in, while tickling my clit with the tip of his tongue. “Come for me…”

  Unnggghhhhhhhhh…

  I exploded, drenching the bed. Drenching my hand, his fingers, his face. For a few beautiful moments, it all faded away. Nothing else existed but the searing white bloom of my own head-thrashing climax, as a delicious flood of endorphins washed over my brain.

  I floated back from heaven, aware of the gentle motion of his fingers, his tongue. Even my own hand, moving slow
ly. Still working all possible angles, to elicit every last pulse and orgasmic contraction.

  “I need you to fuck me now…” I murmured, my face plastered with satisfaction.

  Chase’s whole chin was glazed with my arousal as he slid his face up to meet mine. “Yeah?”

  I nodded slowly, spreading my thighs wide. “Yeah.”

  My lover pushed between them. He nudged the head of his thick cock against me and held it there, while dragging his lips over mine.

  “What about that thing outside?” Chase teased, doing everything but kissing me. “Shouldn’t we—”

  I bucked downward hard, shoving him inside me. My head arched on the pillow, my eyes rolling back as my pussy swallowed him greedily.

  “That thing can go find its own sex life,” I sighed, as my lover began plowing away.

  Twenty-Seven

  MADISON

  “Odin,” Chase said confidently. His eyes rolled skyward in deep thought, but only for a moment. “Jaws.”

  We were standing outside, at the edge of the trees again. Insects buzzed. A hawk screamed. The sun was rising fast, bathing the old farm field in golden light.

  “Fang!” said Chase, snapping his fingers. “It’s gotta be Fang!”

  Julian hadn’t said a single word. His fingers were busy working the trail camera, which he’d just unstrapped from a nearby tree.

  “Anything on it?” I asked impatiently.

  “Can’t tell yet,” he said, punching a few buttons. “I’m not sure where the— Ah, there it is.”

  The little LED screen on the back of the camera box suddenly blinked on. The three of us huddled around it as digital photos began to appear. First in daylight — when Noah had first turned the unit on — then in fuzzy, green-grey night vision photos of the field before us.