Catch Me Twice

by Charmaine Pauls

  That’s when I get scared. It’s not the thrilling kind of scared from last night. It’s not a fantasy of being held down or tied up. It’s no longer a game. It’s real and cold like the blade of a knife, parting my ribcage and cutting out everything inside. The real threat Jake holds is not physical. It’s far worse. He’ll cut me open and suck me dry. He’ll take everything I have, and then he’ll be gone.

  Our gazes remain locked when he pushes me down into the dirt. The nasty, naked truth is that I want this. My fear makes me wet. This is what makes it beautiful when he yanks my sweatshirt over my head. There’s no pretense. Our secret is sublime in its deviance. His roughness makes my body heat, coming alive with a pulse that beats only for him. He straddles my hips and strips my T-shirt. When my upper body is bared in nothing but my bra, he inhales sharply as he takes in the mark he left on my shoulder.

  His tone is a mixture of remorse and pride. “I ruined you.”

  He has no idea.

  Lowering his face to mine, he whispers in my ear, “And I’m going to do it again.”

  I turn even wetter despite the fact that it still hurts after last night. I exhale a shaky breath as he lifts himself and unties the drawstring of my sweatpants. He wastes no time in undressing me. When I’m naked, he lifts my hands above my head and spreads my legs. Then he steps back to study the way he arranged my body on the ground.

  It’s not Jake who cuts a path over my nakedness with a satisfied, starving gaze. It’s the person he warned me about. It’s the person he warned me about who unzips his jeans and takes out his cock, pumping it in his fist as he kneels between my legs. It’s the person he warned me about that I welcome inside my body as he positions the head at my entrance and greedily plunges inside. With a single sweep, he owns me. The air leaves my lungs. My back arches off the ground as the dormant pain in my sensitive channel blooms to life.

  “Am I hurting you?” he asks, sliding up and down over my body, his cock stroking new pain and pleasure as his shaft rubs over my clit.

  The metal of his zipper scratches my inner legs, making a stark contrast with the soft cotton of his T-shirt that brushes over my chest and stomach.

  “Yes,” I moan.

  He pulls out and plants a sweet kiss in my neck. “I’ll make it better.”

  Pebbles and tufts of grass dig into my back and buttocks, but I can only focus on the wet heat of his mouth as he drags his lips from my collarbone down to my navel where he tickles me with his tongue before moving to my clit. I whimper when he sucks the most sensitive part of me into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the nub. His pace is unhurried. There’s no backdoor that can open or people who can interrupt. I melt into the dirt with the knowledge, giving over to his wicked ministrations.

  “That’s it,” he says against my folds, sensing the exact moment I relax.

  I drift in the pleasure he gives, letting the discomfort of sharp sticks and thistle thorns add to it. In no time, my orgasm starts to build. My body bows for him, pulling into a tight arch as he drags his teeth over my clit. I dig my nails into the dirt, not bothering to lower the volume of my moan.

  My arousal glistens on his chin as he lifts his head to look at me. “Are you coming?”

  “Almost.”

  I sound as if I’m in pain, which I am if you could consider the need to come painful. He stretches out over my body, his jean-clad thighs spreading my legs wider. “I don’t have a condom.”

  Darn it. “Seriously?”

  He cocks a brow. “Contrary to what you may think, I don’t walk around with a wad of rubbers in my back pocket.”

  It’s tough buying condoms in Rensburg when premarital sex is considered the biggest sin of all, and everyone knows everyone, and the pharmacist is your father’s best friend. Same goes for getting the pill. You need a doctor’s prescription, and he won’t give it without your parents’ consent. Of course, now that I’m of legal age, I won’t need my mom’s consent, but I’d still have to find the money to pay for the doctor’s visit. We have limited medical coverage.

  “I’ll pull out,” he says.

  As much as I want this, hovering on an orgasm I’ve been craving since last night, alcohol isn’t dulling my reason this time. “We can’t.”

  “Just a few strokes to get you off.”

  He presses his hardness against my opening, giving me a taste of how good it would feel if he penetrates me, but he doesn’t push deeper. He only drags his erection over my folds and clit, up and down until I’m squirming with need.

  The way in which he pets my folds with the head of his cock makes me whimper. “It’s not safe.”

  “You said it was last night.”

  “Jake.”

  He nudges my pussy lips apart and slips in an inch. “You feel so good. I’m just going to fuck you a little.”

  I bite back another moan as he shoves in all the way, sending a shiver of pleasurable agony over my whole body when he hits too deep. I should push him away, but I’m too close to the release I so desperately need. Instead, I wrap my legs around him and rock my hips, inviting him deeper and harder while letting him know how much I want this with my moans.

  He answers with a growling sound, reacting instantly by picking up his pace. Lifting on his arms, he stares down at my face as he keeps a perfect rhythm with his hips, slicing his cock in and out of me as if he’s keeping time to a melody. His face is contorted with concentration, maybe not to come or to make me come. There are many things I can read into his expression, but tenderness isn’t one of them. He reminds me of a wild animal or, right now, while he’s working so hard for my climax, a sweet bad person. It’s sweet of him to want to get me off first.

  A drop of sweat runs down his nose and drips between my breasts. “You’re so tight.” He grunts but doesn’t break his pace or our eye contact. “Who broke this pussy in?”

  I know instinctively what he wants. The part of me that wants that too answers, “You.”

  “Do you know what that makes you?”

  “Yours?”

  Satisfaction mars his features. The broodiness, the hollowness, the pain, all of it vanishes. What’s left is an animalistic desire. “Mine.”

  For this moment, as long as our mutual dark desire binds us in the biggest sin, as long as he’s pushing me higher to a crescendo I no longer crave but need like air and water, I let it be. I become his. The blue sky with its single fuzzy cloud and the chirping of the sparrows from my childhood vanish as I become a woman in Jake’s arms. Nothing else matters. If someone were to walk in on us this very instant, carrying a trash bag because trash bags belong in dirty allies, I wouldn’t care. I wouldn’t care that I’m lying on a bed of stones and thorns, naked with my soul exposed. I wouldn’t care that they hear my screams. I’d let Jake finish me off right in front of any witness. My abandon is so huge, I disobey Jake by lifting my hands to his face. I need to hold on to him. I need to touch him when he makes me fall apart. I cup his cheeks, leaving streaks of dirt that mix with his sweat. The tender act earns me a slap on the thigh that stings my skin. I jerk in his hold at the rebuke.

  “Do you make yourself come?”

  “Yes,” I admit. “Why?”

  “I want you to come with me,” he says, pivoting his hips harder. “Now.”

  He’s close, or he wouldn’t be rushing me. “I don’t think I can.”

  He rewards my honesty with a straightforwardness that doesn’t feel awkward, not with him. “How do you normally get yourself off? Tell me what you need.”

  “I touch my clit.”

  He slides a hand between our bodies and rubs a finger over the nub. “Like this?”

  “Faster.” I grip his wrist and move his hand to show him. “You don’t have to be gentle.”

  Instead of massaging my clit like I expect, he pinches it hard between two fingers and pulls.

  A groan tears from my chest when he starts rolling the sensitive bundle of nerves with cruel pressure.

  “Like this?” he asks
again.

  Yes! The climax knocks my world off its axis. I’m floating. Flying. I open my mouth on a silent scream. My channel clamps down on his cock, the unrelenting spams pulling him deeper.

  Tossing his head back, he grits his teeth and closes his eyes. “Ah, fuck.”

  The arm that keeps his weight up starts shaking. He’s fighting hard not to come so I can finish my orgasm on his cock. It’s heaven to be so full, to be filled with the guy of my dreams when release wracks my body, and even as I don’t mean to make it harder on him, I can’t help the way my body clenches around him.

  “Shit.” He jerks his cock free. Lifting himself higher, he points the tip toward my breasts.

  I’m still dazed, riding the aftershocks of my orgasm, but the smooth, bulbous head and thick streams of cum that erupt from the slit mesmerize me. The jets land on the upper curves of my breasts. Another marks my collarbone. He groans as more warm, sticky liquid follows, and manages to aim those at my nipples. They react to the wetness, turning into hard pebbles. A shudder runs over him as he continues to empty his cock on every accessible surface of my upper body. His climax seems to last forever. I expected one or two spurts, not the unending supply of semen he milks aggressively from his shaft with a fist. Yes, I’ve seen porn, but Jake’s cock is real, and I’ve never seen one looking manlier. Veins protrude on his tightly stretched skin. He’s thick and long, his shaft capped by a velvety mushroom-shaped head.

  Only when he’s ejaculated dry, does he still. We’re both battling to catch our breaths. Jake finds his first. He moves up my body to straddle my shoulders. Shit. He’s still hard.

  Touching his cock to my lower lip, he says, “You wanted a taste. Suck.”

  I open without preamble. The minute my lips part, he sinks deep. He tastes salty and tangy, a mixture of our arousals. When I gag, he pulls back a little.

  “You’re going to suck me off,” he says. “You know why?” I can’t speak with his cock shoved down my throat, but he gives me the answer. “I’m your first, Kristi. Get that? Curl your tongue. Just like that. Fuck, yeah.” He moves up and down, taking my mouth with steady strokes. “I’m your first in everything.”

  My heart agrees. My sated body obeys gladly. My not-lucid mind is high on ecstasy. Leaning over my body, he catches his weight on his arms, using his hips to pump faster. His happy trail tickles my nose. He smells of clean sweat and dust and sex and cheap aftershave. He goes deep once more, pushing all the way to the back of my throat, and then he gives me breathing space.

  “Touch my balls,” he grits out.

  I have to push his jeans and briefs down farther to oblige. Once I have his balls in my palm, I’m glad he told me to fondle him this way. I like how they sway when he moves, and how they contract when I drag my teeth over the head of his cock.

  “Fuck, yes,” he says, “Just like that.”

  When I scrape my teeth over the underside of his shaft, his balls draw up higher.

  “Coming,” he grunts.

  Warm, salty liquid bursts over my tongue. It’s a lot less than he spilled during the first round. It doesn’t take much to swallow. Nancy says it makes her want to vomit, but I like to think I carry a part of Jake inside me now.

  Pulling his flaccid cock from my lips, he presses a kiss to my mouth and flops down next to me. “That was…” He drapes an arm over his face. “Fucking amazing.”

  He’s my first. My first in everything. I lay a palm on the cum on my chest, rubbing the slick over my heart where a disconcerting thought aches.

  I shouldn’t ask, but I can’t help myself. “Have you done that before?”

  Rolling onto his side, he faces me with a stern look. “You know the answer.”

  Jake doesn’t belong to me. I have no reason to sulk. It doesn’t mean thinking about Britney, and whoever else he’s been with, hurts less.

  He leans in and kisses me, a slow exploration of his tongue in my mouth that makes me taste myself on him and get lost in the moment all over again. Tomorrow is a distant concept, a faraway horizon for another day. His hands glide over my body, making a sticky mess from my breasts to my pubic bone, but that’s where he stops. I guess he doesn’t want to risk getting any of that sperm close to the baby factory.

  While he draws lazy circles through the cum on my belly, I ask, “How many?”

  He turns me roughly on my side, our noses touching. “I’m not a whore.”

  “I just want to know.”

  “Trust me, you don’t.”

  “How do you know?”

  “Because I wouldn’t have wanted to if the roles were reversed.”

  “Why not?”

  “It would make me want to kill.”

  I give a strained laugh. I’m only half-certain it’s a joke. “Are you going to tell everyone?”

  “Tell what?”

  “About us.”

  “Is that what you think about me?”

  “I don’t know what to think. Until last night, you never spoke to me.”

  He looks up at the sky. “Storm’s coming. We better get going.”

  He gets up, but instead of tugging his cock back into his pants, he undresses.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, skimming my eyes over his naked form. He’s lean and hard in all the right places.

  “Get up.” He offers me a hand.

  I squeal when he sweeps me off my feet, lifting me into his arms. Realization only hits when he’s already charging toward the lake.

  “Jake, no!”

  My protest is ignored as we fly through the air and tumble over the side. The cold water is a shock. Gasping, I swallow a mouthful of dirty, brown water. It feels as if I’m coughing up my insides. I push on Jake’s chest for enough distance to drag air into my lungs, but he won’t let me down.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructs. “I’ll keep you up.”

  “It’s not deep.” The water only reaches his chest. “I can stand.”

  “The bottom is muddy.”

  I continue to fight for my freedom, coughing and squirming in his arms. After another second, he lets me go. I immediately regret my decision. Yucky, slushy mud pushes between my toes. Something slimy drifts against my leg.

  Yelping, I grab his shoulders and lift my legs around his waist.

  His laugh is deep. “It’s always better to listen to me.”

  “There’s a reason no one swims here, you know.”

  “Just because no one does it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t.”

  “It’s dirty. There are catfish the size of men in here.”

  He chuckles. “Who told you that?”

  “Snake.”

  “Like all fishermen who never catch anything, he’s a liar.”

  “We’ll catch diseases in this water.”

  “I have to wash my cum off your body.”

  “Really?”

  “Why look so surprised?”

  “You acted kind of caveman back there, like you were marking me or something. I expected you’d want me to keep the souvenir.”

  “Yeah, I prefer you never take a bath again, but we have to be careful.”

  His meaning sinks in as he starts washing gently between my legs. “Oh.”

  Holding me up with an arm around my waist, he rinses the slick from my breasts and stomach. “What are your plans?”

  My heart lurches. Is he asking me out? “I’m going home to cook dinner, and maybe I’ll meet Nancy at the bar afterward.”

  “I meant for the future, and you’re not going back to that bar.”

  “I’m going to apply for a scholarship to study literature at RAU, and you can’t tell me what to do.”

  “I thought your mom told Snake they don’t offer full scholarships for literature, and you don’t want to know what will happen if I find out you went back to that bar.”

  Jeez, for someone who never conversed a word with me before yesterday he sure listens to a lot of town gossip concerning me. “It’s a partial scholarship. I’ll ha
ve to supplement it with a loan. You can boss me around when we have sex, but that’s where it ends, Jake Basson.”

  I’m flipped around so fast, I don’t realize what’s happening until my ass hits the soft cushion of Jake’s groin and the hard length of his erection.

  “You don’t want to test me, Kristi.”

  Grabbing his wrists, I try to pull him off me, but my struggling only leads to a lot of water splashing. “What’s wrong with the bar?” He goes there, for crying out loud. What is this? Double standards?

  “It’s not a safe place for a pretty girl. The dump is swarming with creeps. I should know.”

  “You’re not a creep.”

  “Promise me.”

  “I’m not going to make a promise I can’t keep.”

  His palm comes down hard on the wet flesh of my globe. It stings like a bitch. “Ow!”

  “Promise me.”

  “Let me go.”

  “Say yes, and I will.”

  “That’s blackmail,” I exclaim.

  “Call it what you will, Pretorius. I’m counting to three. One. Two.”

  Stubbornly, I keep my mouth shut.

  “Three.”

  I’m clenching my ass, anticipating another slap, but I’m not ready for what follows. A stinging, burning pain penetrates my asshole. It comes so unexpectedly, I don’t have time to scream. I only have a second to suck in a gasp of air before the sting leaves, only to be repeated. Crying out, I strain my neck to look behind me, and then I cringe in shame and shock. Jake has his finger plunged all the way to the knuckle into my ass. Oh, goddess of deviant devils. He didn’t joke when he said I had no idea what he was capable of.

  “Jake.” His name sounds more like a mewl than a coherent word. “It hurts.”

  “Promise and I’ll take the hurt away.”

  “You can’t do this. It’s wrong.”

  “Two fingers, and then you take my cock.”

  I’m not nearly ready for that. I’m not sure I’ll ever be. “Jake, stop it.”

  He pulls out his forefinger and pairs it with his index digit. When he sinks both into my backside, light pops in my vision. I’m too proud to scream, but I can’t stop the tears that fill my eyes or the shameful arousal that makes my folds slick all over again.