by Mj Fields
“Oh my God, this is...It’s beachy...couture. So Hamptons’ high life.”
“Yeah, it’s nice. Been out here since I was fifteen years old.”
I look up at him. “Really?”
He nods. “Perfect place for low key weekend parties and to have some peace and quiet. I can’t wait to have a piece of you and don’t you dare be quiet.” He crashes his lips against mine as he walks me backward. As my back hits a wall, he hikes my leg up to his hip with his strong, large hand.
“Do the shoes match the panties?” he asks against my lips as he grinds against me.
“Mmhmm.”
“Perfect.” He pulls away from the kiss and drops to his knees, throwing my leg over his shoulder and covering my core with his hot, sexy mouth.
I feel a pull, hear a rip, and then look down. Part of my red lace panties are between his teeth as he hooks thumbs under the lacy sides and drags them down. I lower my leg so he can get them all the way down.
Releasing my panties from his mouth, he looks up at me. “We’re leaving the shoes on.”
“They’re good shoes.” I remove my feet from my panties one leg at a time.
“You’ve got great taste. And Autumn, you taste so good.” He throws my leg over his shoulder, no pomp and circumstance, no tease, nothing but...
“Oh my God.” I grip his soft, thick hair to steady myself, because I’m now suspended, two legs over his shoulders, back against the wall as he fucks me with his tongue...his whole face, as if he was the thirteenth apostle at the Last Supper who knew that, very soon, things would never be the same.
Yanking the hem of my dress up, he hisses, “Let’s get this fucking dress out of the way.”
“It’s vintage Chanel.”
“It’s in the fucking way.”
After he unzips the back, I lift my arms, and he pulls it off and tosses it to the floor.
“I’m sorry, Coco,” I whisper.
He drops to his knees again and voraciously devours me. Within a minute, I feel another orgasm coming, and I’ve yet to recover from the last.
“Oh fuck!” I squeal, my back scraping up the wall as he stands.
He looks up at me as I hang on for dear life and, with his long, thick, exquisitely skilled tongue, he slowly, methodically laps at my lips as he walks us...somewhere that I can’t see because I don’t have eyes in the back of my head. And if I did, they would find their way to the front of me, just to watch this insanely gorgeous man eating me.
Pulling his lips from me, he looks up, eyes blazing and face glistening with my need and, in his gruff, husky, very demanding tone, tells me, “Hang on.” Then he bends over, hands full of my ass, and lays me on what I assume is his bed.
He bends down to kiss me, and I grab his face, overcome with erotic needs never felt before. I run my tongue from his chin, up and across his lips to taste myself.
“Give it back, dammit.” He grips the back of my head, smashes his lips to mine, and swipes his tongue inside my mouth. Then he catches my tongue, sucking it intensely before holding it between his teeth firmly, not painfully, his eyes narrowed at me. “Mine.”
I pull my tongue back as I grab the sides of his head and push him down. “Then do something about it.” So, he does.
Burning, withering, crying out from ripple after pleasure ripple, I can barely take it anymore when he pushes up on his knees and steps off the bed, panting out, “Roll over.”
I do so without hesitation.
“All fours, gorgeous.”
Looking over my shoulder at him, I watch as he squeezes his cock, then strokes it as he eyes my naked form. “What are you waiting for?”
One step to the edge of the bed, two hands on my ass, he spreads me then licks me from front to back before gripping my hair and pulling it back while bending his large hard body over mine and kissing me again. As his other hand is occupied with rubbing his cock against my opening, I push back against him as he thrusts in fully.
He doesn’t wait until I’ve had time to take in his girth, he fucks me with raw abandon, and I meet him thrust for thrust.
When my body starts to sag onto the bed, he holds my hips in place. “I want your pretty, round ass.” He reaches under me and pulls me to my knees.
I turn back, and he kisses me, whispering against my lips, “I wanna make every fucking hole of yours feel good, Autumn.”
“But—”
“Trust me.” He kisses me while rubbing my pussy, lubing his finger before he slowly begins fingering my ass.
“All fours, gorgeous. I’m taking it like a Sunday drive.”
Chapter Fourteen
Eric
Lying on my bed, holding her, she hasn’t said much at all since we finished. I know damn well she enjoyed it, but I get that she hasn’t had a whole hell of a lot experience with it, and women get in their heads about shit like fucking a stranger, trusting a man, and hell, some even say they don’t like to go down or be gone down on.
Never been a big pussy eater before her, but that has changed. And it’s changed because I want something real, something with her, not some random hook-up, not some girl who doesn’t know herself and wants to control me.
I have an epiphany. When you really want to make that girl come...again and again and again, she’s the one.
I kiss the top of her head. “You wanna go again?”
Her head springs up at me, the look on her face shocked.
I wink. “Just making sure you’re awake. You haven’t said too much since we finished. Don’t overthink it, okay? We’re good?”
She hits her forehead against my chest and silently giggles.
I push a finger under her chin and raise her face up. She’s fucking glowing. “Would you like to shower? Rest then go again?”
“One of us clearly has more energy than the other.” She yawns. “I wish I could float to the shower, sleep while I was in it, and then definitely go again.” She pauses. “After at least three hours of sleep.”
“Got an idea.” I sit up, bringing her with me. “The pool is like a bath. Let’s skinny dip.”
Her eyes widen, but before she can say anything, I tell her, “It’s private and smaller than the ocean. No one’s going to come out here.”
I stand up and hold my hand out. “Let’s go.”
“Told you it was warmer in here than out there.”
“It is like bath water,” she says, pushing away from my chest and lying back.
“Tits above water, ass in my hand. Not a worry in the world, a gorgeous girl in my hands.” I squeeze that ass, and she laughs.
“Life is good today,” she sings.
When the lights come on around the pool, she flails around, splashing and kicking.
“Eric, is that you?”
“Oh my God.” She plugs her nose and goes under water.
“Who the hell else would it be?” I pull her up and step in front of her, shielding her from my father, who clearly isn’t leaving.
“You alone or can we talk?”
“I’m with a friend,” I snap. “Anyone I know?” he asks, walking toward us.
“No, and you don’t need to know her,” I hiss.
He laughs. “Well then, you two kids have fun. You and I need to chat tomorrow before you head back to Duke.”
He doesn’t move.
“Fine!”
“Easy, son.” He chuckles then finally turns around and walks back inside.
“Kill the damn lights, would you?”
He laughs and takes his sweet fucking time, but he eventually turns them off.
I turn around and can see her eyes as big as saucers.
The worst part is that she looks like she’s been betrayed.
She hasn’t been. He didn’t see her.
When I reach out to her, she jumps back and covers herself.
“Don’t you touch me,” she hisses then hurries to the stairs.
I sigh, knowing we’re about to have our first real fight. Then I think, make-up sex.
I take my time following her into the pool house. When I get inside, she’s already half in her dress. I give her a minute to calm down.
“Autumn.” I lean against the doorjamb and watch her try to put on her red, lacy panties that are a bit ripped.
“Don’t you talk to me,” she snaps as she kicks them off, bends down, grabs them, and then goes for her shoes.
“He hasn’t come out here since I was fifteen years old and just moved into the pool house.”
“What was that? Last year...you little perv?” She scowls at me. “Little EJ.”
I step toward the woman who is clearly losing her fucking mind, and she smacks at the air like a crazed child being swarmed by bees yet never once touches me.
“You and I both know I’m a goddamned man, and as far as perv goes, takes one to know one.”
“Oh my God. Oh my freaking good Lord in Heaven, this cannot be my life.” She walks around, looking for something.
On the tip of my tongue is, There is nothing little about me. However, takes one to know one was just as juvenile, and right now, she’s tripping over the most trivial shit in the world—age—and the most meaningless thing to me—my father.
The fact that I know she gets in her head a little too much makes it all the more important to get her the fuck out of it.
“Let’s talk about what’s really bothering you.”
She spins around and points at me. “You! You...” She pauses. “Why are you doing this to me? Are you trying to get me fired? Did your father set this up?” She throws her hands in the air and continues without even giving me an opportunity to answer. “I should have known better than to think a man...boy like you would go after a girl...woman like me without some sick, twisted—”
“That’s hot, and you know it,” I cut her off.
“Where in the fuck is my bag!”
“In the vehicle.”
“I bet you got that as a graduation gift from Daddy, didn’t you? Or maybe as a gift to ruin my life? That’s it, isn’t it? He hates Ang, he’s trying to ruin her via me being a blithering idiot.” She laughs. “I’m going to single-handedly ruin her life and my sweet Natasha’s because I believed in some stupid lines about stars from a goddamned toddler.”
“A toddler?” I purposely flex my pecs.
“Put some fucking clothes on!”
“You sure about that? Because the minute my mouth is two inches from yours, your tongue does that little thing, the same fucking thing your clit does when—”
She covers her ears, and it’s adorable until she literally loses it.
“Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!”
I clear the distance between us and cover her mouth. “The security system reads at a certain decibel level, and you’re about to break it.”
When she attempts to pull away, I pull her closer.
“And you are the one having issues with Father knowing about this which, by the way, he doesn’t. But if you keep screaming like a raped ape, they may come out here and see what the fuck is wrong.”
She bites my hand, and I smile politely.
“You done?”
She doesn’t answer, but I can tell she is, so I take my hand away.
She steps back and picks up the shoe still not on her foot and begins walking toward the door.
“Autumn, let’s talk about this like adults.”
“One of us is an adult; the other is barely legal.”
“You do know you’re even fucking gorgeous when you’re pissed, right?”
She whips around, eyes filled with tears, and my fucking heart nearly stops.
“Don’t ever speak to me again.”
She limp-runs out the door, and I head out after her then realize I’m naked. So, I run back in and grab some sweats and a sweatshirt, push my feet in some slides, and then hurry down the pathway.
I expect her to be in my Rover, but she isn’t, and neither is her big boho bag.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I sigh as I get in the vehicle and starts it up.
Driving down the driveway, my lights are on bright in hopes I see her walking down it. Then I laugh out loud when I get to the gate and see she’s actually going to scale the fucking thing, barefoot and in a dress with no panties on. She’s not two feet off the ground yet and still has ten to go.
I hit the button on my visor to open it remotely, and she clings to the damn thing for dear life instead of jumping down like a normal person would.
But she’s not normal. Not at all.
Thank God.
I roll up slowly then stop once beside the side of the gate she’s scaling. “Need a lift?”
“Fuck you.”
“Both services would be my pleasure, Autumn of Queens.”
“God, you are such an asshole,” she says, cautiously climbing down, legs wobbling. “Just like your father.”
I can’t help laughing. “Chill out, bruh.” I put my vehicle in park, walk around, and open the passenger side door for her. “Get in the damn vehicle.”
“Fat chance. I’d rather walk.”
“That’s tough shit. It’s Labor Day weekend, and every idiot with wheels has been partying all day. It’s not safe,” I say as she bends down and removes her one shoe that’s on her foot.
“Great, maybe I’ll get hit by a car and won’t have to tell Ang that I just fucked up our lives.” She then stiffens after I assume she realizes what she just said and stops moving. “Get in the vehicle.”
She wipes her eyes before looking back. “I didn’t mean—”
“All will be forgiven if you get in the damn vehicle.”
“I want to walk. I need to walk. I need you to stop whatever game you’re playing and remember I gave little EJ Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups when he was crying in the bathroom at my very first de la Porte Labor Day—”
“So, you’re the reason I got fat? That was you?”
She shakes her head back and forth ferociously. “No.”
“Get in the car and let me tell you how many times I jerked off to the hottie who gave me chocolate in the bathroom.” I try to hide my smile, but fuck if that’s not some funny shit.
“This is not funny, Eric. This is not funny at all!”
I place my hand on the small of her back and firmly but gently guide her into the vehicle.
When I get in, she scoots as close to the door as she possibly can.
“You have a problem with my age, yet you’re acting like I’m going to give you cooties.” I hit the button to start the Rover.
“Forgive me if I’m completely freaked the fuck out that I rode the face of the crying adolescent.” She pauses and looks at me with some sort of realization then quickly looks away.
I put the vehicle in drive and pull out onto the road. “You gave me Hershey’s chocolate, and five years later, I rode your Hershey highw—”
“Was there”—she scrunches up her face—“chocolate on...?” She points to her lower region.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Autumn, I’m trying to get you out of your head and back to enjoying the good.”
“I think I’m going to throw up.”
“Okay, that’s just being dramatic—”
“Pull over. I’m going to throw up!”
She’s not being dramatic. As soon as I pull off the road, she hurls out the window. After three times, she opens the door and stumbles out into the evening air.
I throw on my caution lights and get out to help her.
On all fours, her back is arched like a scared cat, and she’s crying and dry heaving. I hold her hair back, and she doesn’t fight me.
After several minutes, she sits back on her heels, shivering.
I pull my sweatshirt over my head and put it over hers. “Don’t do that again,” I whisper as I pull her hair out of the back of the hoodie. “And don’t fight with me. Neither of us knew. And Autumn, I don’t kiss and tell, so whatever you’ve made up in your head about why I came onto you that night, it had nothing to do with anything ot
her than serendipitous occurrence. Today, I went to that fucking picnic because I promised my sister I would. The reason he came looking for me tonight is because he’s aware I know he’s been fucking me over for years, and I’m no longer some little boy he can manipulate. I may be twenty-one years old, but I’m a fucking man, not a goddamn boy.”
She doesn’t say anything, so I don’t either, until the rain starts to fall.
“Come on, babe; you’re still shivering.”
Chapter Fifteen
Autumn
I have never been so disgusted with myself in my entire life, and that’s a big deal since I was drowning myself in everything Baby Ruth just two years ago.
My heart says to believe that he didn’t do this on purpose, but my heart has betrayed me on more occasions than I have ever admitted to anyone but myself.
I’m pissed at myself for not noticing those damn eyes. I’ve only seen such an overpowering color of blue once before.
I flatten my rolling stomach with my hand in hopes of not throwing up while consciously making the connection to the hurting teen who sat in the corner of the bathroom, crying, his emotions mirroring mine that day and my heart breaking for him. And now, here I sit, next to him five years later, and he’s...
“Stop it!” I say to myself, covering my ears.
Pulling my hand away, Eric sternly says, “Look—”
“Hell no, I’m not going to look, not at you, ever again. God, what the fuck is wrong with me!”
“You’re not fucking listening, for starters. I didn’t goddamn know until today. And as I said, it’s none of his or anyone else’s fucking business, Autumn. We’re adults.”
“One of us barely.” I pull my knees up to my chest, bury my face in them, and hug them.
“You and I both know I’m a man.”
“Man,” I huff. “Three years ago, I sent you a fucking graduation card...with a box of Reese’s minis.”
He chuckles, and I turn my head quickly and scowl at him.
“Ms. Greenfield.” He reaches out to push the hairs stuck to my tear-covered face away, and I push my face back into the sweatshirt that smells just like him. “This could have been avoided by exchanging last names over the past couple days, but you were hell-bent on it being a hook-up. But now that we’ve agreed—”
