by Shayne Ford
“Me neither. I mean... not by choice, anyway,” he says.
The lights on the veranda shift, catching my eye. He registers the direction of my gaze.
“I’ll show it to you tomorrow,” he says.
“We’re not going back tonight?”
His eyes glint with mischief as he slowly shakes his head.
“Nah-uh,” he says, erasing the space between us.
He stops inches away from me.
Grinning, I lean back against the bar, my eyes locked with his.
Gently, he traces my jawline with his fingers, drinking in my features.
Heat courses through my veins as he dips his gaze and slides his hands down before he slowly trails my collarbones and smoothly cups my breasts.
Leaning closer, he rasps against my lips.
“I’m not taking you back before I enter you.”
Blood rushes to my sex as he connects his lips with mine. He kisses me softly, warm tenderness pouring from his touch.
Pressing myself against him, I twine my arms around his neck and close my eyes, relishing that fantastic feeling.
A need for him starts churning inside me.
Smoothly, he breaks his kiss.
“You want a drink?” he says, charming with a grin, perfectly aware of the effect he has on me.
I motion to his glass.
“That... will do,” I say, although I’ve never drunk hard liquor before and tonight is probably the worst time to start doing it.
He slides his glass off the counter and hands it to me.
“Good choice. You’ll need it,” he says, winking softly at me. “I’m starved for you.”
I take a small sip.
His hands slide into his pockets, his eyes training on me as he silently observes me.
The hard liquor hits my blood with potency, slamming a ball of fire through me at once. My throat starts to burn and my lips begin to tingle as my insides melt.
A soft smile lines his lips.
“Good?”
“Yeah,” I say, suddenly relaxed, and flushed.
My eyes go down on him, hungrily taking in the contour of his hard body perfectly outlined beneath his clothes.
I swing my gaze back up and meet his luring eyes, his bottom lip rolled beneath his teeth as he studies me.
His taunting grin throws more fire at me. I set my glass on the counter, and pull him closer to me.
Slowly, I flick his buttons open, and slide my hands inside his shirt.
Eyes locked with his, I let my fingers trace his pecs, gently brushing his taut skin and kneading his hard muscles.
Pleasure sweeps through me as I feel him tensing.
His eyelids slide down slowly, his lips parting slightly. He sets his hooded eyes on me as I work open more buttons.
My palm rolls down his abs.
Arching his back, he tips his hips forward against my touch as my hand descends below his waist and cups his bulge.
Biting my lip, I give his cock a few long strokes.
“That’s my girl,” he says, his face flushed, his eyes hazy.
He snakes his arm around my waist, closing the little space between us.
“I missed you,” I say, a mere second before his lips lock mine again, his mouth claiming mine possessively.
Sharing breaths, we melt into each other.
My free hand travels down his back, past his belt, and lands on his backside.
He grinds the ridge of his erection into me while his tongue feeds my mouth.
“Mmm...” I moan.
He does it again.
I keep stroking him through the fabric of his pants as I pull his shirt open and unbuckle his belt with my free hand.
Hard, full and twitching, his cock slides into my fist.
“Shade...” I murmur as he tears his lips away from mine. “I need you so badly,” I say as he slides his fingers into my hair, grabs the back of it, tilts my face up, and gives me a scorching gaze.
“I need you too,” he rasps.
He tips his head back, yet keeps his eyes locked with mine as I rub his erection, slide my thumb onto the tip and break a bead of pre-cum.
A soft grin curls his lips when I bring my finger to my mouth, swirl my tongue around it, and suck it clean.
He laughs softly.
“That looks like a great plan...” he says, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Reaching back, I pull down my zipper. My dress slides off my shoulders.
That very moment, he drops his eyes to my low cut bra and the red satin cups that push my mounds up.
He runs one hand on my chest, the other tracing the small piece of fabric covering my sex.
“I guess the real award ceremony is about to get started,” he says, grinning playfully as his eyes feast on my body.
I toss the dress to a nearby chair and flick my bra open. He peels it off my shoulders, my breasts moving freely.
Smiling, he runs his hands on them, caressing them and holding them as if they are the most precious things to him.
“You still have the tan,” he mutters, his lips coming closer to mine. “I almost forgot how beautiful you are,” he says quietly.
His lips trail the column of my neck, his thumbs flicking my nipples as I run my hand up and down his throbbing erection.
“You really are ready,” I comment, stroking him earnestly.
“I’ve been ready since I saw you last time,” he breathes against my lips, a deep, primal yearning glinting through his eyes.
Clutching my neck with both hands, he rolls his hips and thrusts his tongue into my mouth.
Tingles spin between my legs. My legs begin to shake.
“Shade...”
He deepens his kiss, his warmth and passion sweeping me away from reality.
In a trance, I let him get a taste of me as much as I indulge on him.
Sliding his hands down my body, he snags my panties, and rolls them to my thighs.
“I need you to stay focused on me, so before you suck me, I need you to come for me, baby girl,” he says as he smoothly runs two fingers through my folds, and slides them into me.
His hungry kiss melts into mine as his fingers start to move, quickly making my pleasure soar.
He strokes me harder as my moans get louder.
It all merges to a peak of bliss that makes me shudder.
I quietly moan as I squeeze his erection, tasting the lasts bits of my pulsing.
“Now, you’re perfect,” he purrs, gently pushing my shoulders down.
Without a word, I drop to my knees.
SHADE
Her eyes stay locked with mine as her knees slide to the floor. Smoothly, she opens my fly and frees my hard on completely.
Hard as stone, I twitch in her hand.
She cups my balls with her free hand as she molds her lips around my crown.
A thunderbolt of pleasure breaks through me.
Her touch feels good. As good as I remember it. She rolls her tongue up and down my length and then her fingers.
Her fist slides along my shaft making a twisting motion as she swirls her tongue over my balls.
My blood heats up in my groin.
Gripping the edge of the counter, I spread my legs slightly. She tilts her head up as I lean toward her and dip my cock into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat.
Smiling, she rolls her lips up and down and then up again before she pulls me out with a pop.
“Fucking puttana,” I growl quietly, grabbing a fistful of her hair.
Blood colors her cheeks, pleasure glinting in her eyes.
“You like that, don’t you?” I breathe out.
She gives me a secret smile before she drives me back into her mouth. I hit her throat again, and feel another rush.
She clamps her mouth on me and starts to suck me. In synch with her, I roll my hips.
Fire licks my shaft with every stroke. She picks up the pace quickly as she starts to breathe faster.
Briefly
, I close my eyes and let myself drown in that sensation. Nothing compares with feeling her lips around me.
I look down again as she glances up, her perky breasts bouncing as she bobs her head.
A different light glows in her eyes. It’s hunger, and pure abandonment, all harbored in her beautiful body.
She’s my fate’s answer to an old, forgotten prayer, and I’d do anything for her.
Pressing her back against the bar, she pulls me deeper into her mouth.
Giving me one last glance, she tilts her head back and closes her eyes. She keeps stroking me with her hand, sucking me hard.
As I teeter on that perfect edge, she slips her hand between her legs and slides her fingers into her.
Her hips begin to shake.
“Fuck me...” I growl, relinquishing the last shred of control.
Her lips part in a crying moan while I curl my hand around my cock, and stroke it hard as I come.
Hot cum shoots into her mouth and on her lips, spraying over her breasts.
Her moans make my body getting slammed by pleasure.
A few moments pass by before we regain our focus.
Panting, we look into each other’s eyes, her beautiful hair entangled, spilled with my cum.
5
TARA
His hands thread through my hair as he starts massaging my scalp, spreading the soft, fragrant foam all over my head.
I sneak a glance up at him, and his face brightens with a smile.
“It’s getting in my eyes.”
“Patience, baby,” he says with a soft voice as if he’s talking to a child.
He runs his thumb over my lips, clears a spot, lowers his mouth and gives me a kiss. I look up at him again as he tears away and slides his hands through my shampooed hair.
His gaze follows the motion.
Silently, I observe him.
Seemingly, he’s having a good time as he’s making me feel like a little girl again.
His eyes dart to me.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I love when you take care of me,” I say.
“I will always take care of you,” he says seriously. “In more ways than one,” he adds, grinning playfully.
“That, I know.”
He keeps moving his fingers through my hair while I soak in his eyes and face. Swept all back, his hair runs longer on his neck.
I bring my hand to his chest and slide my palm across his pecs. Parted, his lips curl into a sexy smile.
He keeps working on my hair as I let my eyes dip to his washboard abs. His cock twitches, his erection jutting in the air.
Briefly, I swing my gaze up and meet his eyes. A smile spreads across his lips as I close my fist around his girth and slowly stroke his hard length.
I run the other hand up on his torso, my fingers trailing his tattoo. Giving me a steady gaze, he lets his hands travel to my chest and palms my breasts, slowly rubbing my nipples with his thumbs.
Turned on, I breathe out a soft moan. He places a tender kiss on my lips.
“Later baby... You’ll get plenty,” he murmurs, smiling against my lips. “Now, close your eyes,” he demands softly, and I comply.
The stream of water wipes the foam away as it rolls smoothly down my body. His hands sweep my skin clean, his touch making me tremble with pleasure.
He turns the water off, runs a towel over my hair, and drapes another one around my body.
“Keep your eyes closed,” he says as I attempt to open them.
I do as I’m told, and he lifts me off the floor, carries me out of the bathroom and takes me into a different room.
A soft piano plays a mellow tune in the background.
He takes three short stairs down and lays me on a bed. Crisp sheets rub against my skin while my head sinks into a fluffed up pillow.
He peels the towels off me.
“You can open them, now.”
Pushing up to my elbows, I peel my eyes open. A gasp falls from my lips. A large platform bed sprawls in the middle of the room while a wall of glass stretches side to side, letting in the astounding view of the lake.
Carved in a side wall, a fireplace tosses dancing flames, spreading a glow around the room. The clear wall extends with a slanted roof above my head–– also made of glass.
A starry night sky lines the skylight.
I spot a telescope in one of the corners of the room. He flips a switch, and the roof slides open.
The cold night air rolls in, carrying the scent of trees and water.
Lowering myself on the bed, I sink my head into a pillow. He slides by my side, and lies next to me. On his back, he folds his arms beneath his head.
Silently, we stare at the sky.
“This is... breathtaking,” I mutter, absorbing the mesmerizing sight.
A soft breeze rolls onto our naked bodies.
My gaze swings back and forth between him and the sky. A dark canvas spreads above us, twinkling lights sprinkled all over it.
A soft smile touches his lips and then his eyes, making them glint mysteriously. Dreamy and captivated by the sight, they harbor a longing I am familiar with.
I tenderly brush his knuckles with my fingertips.
He laces his fingers with mine, gently squeezing my hand.
“I’ve never shown this place to anyone,” he says, smiling melancholically. “My first summer out of the boarding school, I talked to my father, and asked him to help me do this. He introduced me to one of the best architects in town. Together, we drew the plan, and found the best company to build it. They finished it last year. No one knows about this house, except my dad. This is the only thing Elia’s not privy to.”
“How did you come up with the idea?”
He smiles, and then he glances at me before he swings his gaze back to the sky.
His voice starts drifting in the air again, mellow and soft, making me think of the wounds that still bleed inside him.
“When you feel trapped in life, for one reason or another, you look for all sorts of ways to escape reality. As a young boy, I found my freedom in books. They were my sanctuary and my teachers. My only love. As I got older, I started to imagine other ways to turn my eyes away. The thing is, if you long for freedom long enough and deeply enough, you’ll do whatever it takes to find that breath of fresh air. A different world to fall into and live in, even if only for a moment. This house had been a dream of mine for a very long time before it became a reality. Every night I spent in that dormitory, I imagined a place like this. I wanted to sleep under the open sky and gaze at the stars, to feed my soul with that immensity. I thought that it was the only way to feel alive. It took years for my dream to become a reality, and now I realize how lucky I was to be able to create it.”
Slowly, I roll to my side, and glide my hand across his chest, my lips pressing tenderly against his shoulder.
“So dreams come true once in a while...” I say softly.
He glances at me and briefly searches my eyes before he looks up at the sky.
“Some do... Some don’t. And some simply die. Some get old and become irrelevant. Others get killed by people, and some get abandoned. That’s life... Sad and exhilarating at the same time.”
He smiles, but his grin harbors sadness.
“What do you dream about these days?”
Light flashes through his eyes.
“I dream about beautiful things. I want to fill my heart with as many as I can. And I want to create as many as I can, so I can wash the ugliness away. I want to see more beauty shine through. The way it should be.”
More light pours into his eyes as he envisions that world.
“And then... I would find a remote, beautiful, unspoiled place...” he says, turning to his side and tucking his elbow beneath his head. “And I would take you there and love you till the end of time.”
His hand traces my face, his fingers brushing my hair away. I stare at him, my lips parted in awe, as he kisses my surprise away.<
br />
Sliding closer, he breathes into me.
“What about you, Tara?”
“I, um... I think you already know...” I murmur.
“I do know,” he says, his voice flowing through me. “But I want to hear it.”
“I would follow you to the end of the world... to that special place... And I would love you back... till the end of time,” I say and smile, yet my voice starts breaking.
TARA
Our lips touch and lock in a warm, tender kiss.
Smoothly, he rolls me to my back and slides on top of me.
“Never forget that, Tara,” he says quietly.
“I won’t… And you shouldn’t forget it either.”
He grins softly.
“How can I forget my very own dream?” he says as a different kind of smile spills into his eyes.
It speaks of sadness running so deep in him you can’t see the end of it. And for a moment, I wonder… How someone so blessed with so many things that so many people would love to have, could also be so scarred?
Bringing my hands to his face, I kiss his lips.
His arms close around me as he pulls me into his embrace, and slowly eases himself into me.
“But until we find that place...” he says, his expression shifting while a mischievous grin flickers across his lips as he runs his hand down my body, “I’m gonna give you a taste of how that life would be like.”
The corners of my mouth slide up.
“There’s nothing to smile about, baby girl,” he says, his eyes crinkling with a playful grin. “I’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop,” he says jokingly, and I start to laugh.
“That’s not going to happen.”
“Fucking or begging?” he asks, giving me a cheeky smile.
“Begging.”
“Good. Cause I’ve been craving you the entire time I spent away from you. That little butt of yours might not be safe tonight as well,” he adds before he claims my mouth again.
He keeps kissing me as he rolls his hips, waving his body on top of mine, driving his hard flesh deep into me, the slow, delicious moves, getting me wet and throbbing.
My hand slides down his back, my legs spreading under him as I welcome him in.
He gives me sensual, loving strokes that make me moan in his arms. When I least expect it, he tears away from me.
