“Is that what’s bothering you then?”
“Who said anything was bothering me?” He just leveled me with a look and I found myself sighing again. “I guess I’ve just got a lot of things on my mind,” was all I could say. I felt like my brain was too full of too many things to say any of them out loud. Not to mention that most of them were hella embarrassing.
“Listen, if it’s about last night. I told you it’s okay.” He put a hand on my shoulder and patted it lightly. I glanced up to him a moment, thinking, then put my hand on his, rubbing it lightly. We were gonna be okay.
…probably. “Nah, I just hate the bus.” I whined, hoping it was enough to divert his attention. “It is annoying to ride…I get super nauseous and it’s hard on my legs- especially after physical therapy.”
“Oh!” His eyes lit up, “Well good, I was worried that I had crossed a line or…I don’t know.” He shrugged, ending his sentence without really ending it, running his fingers through his hair.
“No!” I shook my head quickly. “We are totally fine, Link, I promise.”
“Good. Because I’d hate to think I ruined everything a second time.”
We sat there quietly for a moment, staring at the floor, both a couple of bumbling and embarrassed idiots. I felt like we were back in high school, newly dating and unsure of what to do or say. Except this was all a fairy tale constructed by Link’s rapidly expanding con, and there would be no other ending than me riding off in the sunset, trust fund in hand. He would go off and be the awesome neurologist he already was, continuing to make the big bucks.
There was no love story, not perfect magic wedding with unicorns and me in white. Everything between us was practical. The bus finally pulled up, the screech from its brakes shaking me from my thoughts. “And that’s me!” I groaned, trying to get my limp arms to cooperate with me long enough to wheel myself to the bus. I really didn’t know how I was going to make it down the long driveway, pondering for a moment on the possibility of asking the driver for a push for a tip…“Wait,” Link smiled, “I am out in like an hour…would you want to wait for me?”I agreed before I could even really think about it. “Sure! Better than riding in that bumpy puke wagon.” I tittered. He laughed and then softly placed a kiss to my forehead, leaving me there with cheeks a glow.
I wasn’t sure if he had meant that in a friendly way or…no…there was no way I was letting myself fall into this. No matter how much I…liked him? Did I like him? Or was all of this the sexual tension and desperate desires of a woman, clinging to someone familiar, needing some sort of affection…
I didn’t know, and it felt like I was never going to know. Which of course had me more anxious than I would like. Ugh. Everything was so much simpler when we were younger.
I spent the next hour going over every moment of the previous night again in my mind, rationalizing it as I stared at the waterfall fountain on the wall, its flow reminding me of the delicious bath last time.
It was normal to want to thank someone by making them food...right? And then getting wet was just a physiological reaction. Not something I could help. Hell, sometimes things like that happened with the kissing and whatnot between completely professional actors, even if they hated each other. On top of that, I was sure that it happened all the time in romantic novels or soap operas- it couldn’t be just in the movies and such. Point being, it wasn’t a big deal, I shouldn’t make it a big deal.
There was no reason to put myself danger of getting hurt again by him, even if a part of me wanted to. It was settled- get my shit together, get my dowry and duck out of there. Maybe we could be friends again, but that was it.
An hour later, he showed up, carrying his jacket over his shoulder like some sort of runway model. Why did he have to be so fucking gorgeous? It wasn’t fair, I had whined in my head. His gorgeous smile set my heart on fire again as he gently pushed my chair and reached down to whisper in my ear. “Where to pretty lady?” He laughed. “Hmmmm, that’s a real tough one. Home I suppose. I have House on the DVR if you want to watch it with me.”“Oooh! I love House,” he exclaimed excitedly.
I knew.
It was so strange the things we remembered. Sometime around the first week in his house, it had come back to me that House had been his favorite show for years. But when I was perusing his massive media collection, I had noticed he didn’t have the DVDs, so I had been recording the episodes on his DVR.
It figured that he had cable and never used it for anything, and I had thought it would be a nice little gesture, simple but impactful, especially since he wasn’t allowing me to pay rent or anything. He said it was fine he had more than enough money, and he knew I needed to save. It made me feel kind of like a schmuck, especially knowing that I would be getting so much money at the end of this charade. But, it was half of what he made a year, so it wasn’t like it meant much to him. Or at least, so he said.
He wheeled me to the car and went to help me in. I insisted I do it myself and stumbled in doing so, almost falling down. He caught me as my legs buckled and helped me up into the car, making me feel a little defeated. Even if I got the dowry, I often felt like I would never make it on my own. Recovery had always been a frustrating endeavor for me, some days I did so well, other days I was just spent. I always felt like it was one step forward and four steps back- though Meghan kept trying to assure me that it was normal for it to be like that. I couldn’t help but feel like I was alone sometimes, the only one not progressing to their own expectations, my pride a big factor and getting in the way. I was such an independent person, and this had knocked me down quite a few pegs. The ride home was a quiet one, he seemed deep in thought, and I didn’t want to disturb him. As he drove, I couldn’t help but notice how the light caught his eyes in the pink sunset in front of us. He noticed me staring at one point and I quickly looked forward, Link stifling a snort as I did so. I put down the visor, the sun getting into my eyes and he laughed as I was too short for it to work right. I laughed too, and he smiled at me then suddenly cut it off and looked forward. It became more and more apparent the closer we got to his house that he was as nervous as I was. I could feel my anxiety lurk up into my chest as we hit his road, the driveway and mailbox right in sight. We made our way down the driveway and he parked in front of the door, hopping out the driver’s side and coming over to me. “Can you walk?” He asked shakily, his nerves clearly showing through.“I- I don’t know I am still pretty shaky…” I gulped, I scooted to the side and tried lifting my legs, even attempting to use my arms to do so, but to no avail. I was in too much pain and basically dead in the water, trying to blink away my tears of pain and frustration. I grabbed my purse and I popped a pain pill, washing it down with my bottle of water. I clenched my teeth and tried again and shook my head. “Fuck!” I cried out, frustrated by my own shortcomings. I balled my hands into fists at my sides, tears flowing down my cheeks and dropping to my lap. Without any warning, Link was in motion, once picking me up like a damsel in distress, my tears cut off like a broken faucet. Startled, I wrapped my legs around his waist and arms around his neck afraid to fall, my head against his chest. I could feel his hearts steady thumping escalate into a heavy pitter patter as we made or way to the door. He was lifting me with such ease…so it couldn’t be lifting me was causing it.
Was he nervous because of last night? I looked up at him to try to get a read on him, but he stared straight forward. I inspected a little closer and noticed his cheeks were reddening with every step towards the house. As we headed inside, He went to put his keys down and upon leaning down our noses touched. We were now eye to eye, nose to nose, our hearts both beating rapidly. The look in his eyes full of wanting, the same wanting that I could feel in my own heart and soul. And so, like he had done to me the night before, I took a chance and kissed him hard. Our tongues finding each other once again like long lost friends, as we backed up into the house.
9
Gwen
As we stumbled clumsily backwards, Link’s fi
ngers biting into the globes of my ass, I couldn’t help but feel myself soaking it all in and becoming drunk off the feeling. He nuzzled into my neck, kissing the crook joining it and my shoulder lightly, my heart starting to beat just as hard as his.
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little worried that another one of last night’s hiccups would occur, but it was a fleeting thought, my skin once again on fire from his touch. He moved his face back to mine, gazing into my eyes with his glistening emeralds, and went back for another kiss. This time it was even more passionate and longing, and I found myself intoxicated, nibbling lightly on his bottom lip which seemed to set him in motion. I was slipping as we made our way backwards still, fumbling for the damn couch, and he hoisted me up a bit. As he did so, his erection throbbed against me in full swing, pressing into me, insistent in its demand for my flesh. And who was I to deny it what it so clearly desired?
I too wanted to feel his girth inside me, to be opened up and stretched out, to be worked over until I couldn’t remember up from down. But we weren’t to our destination yet, and we were definitely wearing far too many clothes. Every inch of me wanted to tear off his lab coat, rip his shirt away and rip to shreds anything remaining of the cloth wall that separated his manhood from me.
The previous night’s fumbles by Link seemed like a fluke now, his hands and mouth moving with such precision and confidence all over me, much unlike the first time we had made love all those years ago. We were no longer doing an awkward dance, but an advanced tango, his touch making me dizzy but this time in all the right ways. I rocked my hips wantonly into his still covered member, cursing these damn clothes. As if he read my mind he twirled around and pushed me into the wall, yanking my shirt up and over my head, exposing my less than sexy sports bra. For a moment I felt very self-conscious, realizing I was still in my sweaty clothes from physical therapy, but he didn’t seem to mind. He dug his fingers into my ass again as he repositioned me, causing me to throw my head back and moan, much to his delight. As he pressed me into the wall, still suspended in the air, I tried to figure out how I could get us into less clothes. My body wasn’t just down for this foreplay of sorts, I wanted every inch of him. The whole thing.
And I wanted it now.
His hand suddenly wandered from my ass and found its way to my thigh, searching and feeling around, until his fingers finally brushed against my still covered womanhood. The feeling of his fingers made me tremble, wet and wanting, waiting for him to make his move.
An almost growl from him directed my attention back to his face. And what a face it was. His tongue set against his canine tooth, his eyes lit up, looking into mine as his fingers found a hole in the seam of my leggings. Without warning he hooked his finger in, ripping my leggings down to the crotch, exposing my panties to him.“Link!” I gasped, a mix of surprise and arousal escaping my lips. He chuckled quietly, looking into my eyes as his fingers slid underneath my underwear then along the top of my lips there.
No pressure at first, only enough there for me to huff at the lack of what I craved. But then, on the second pass, he slid a finger between them and found out just how wet I already was for him.
“Please,” I gasped, trying to buck up into him but pinned so thoroughly by his whole. God, I just wanted him to touch me, dammit. To break the tension that was building between us.
He chuckled, seeming to love my torment, before his hand moved again. Those long, assured fingers finally found my button, sliding around it, in gentle circles around it, but never putting his digit exactly where I carved.
“Link, goddamit, don’t be a jerk!”
“Oh, is that what I am?” he asked playfully. “A jerk?”
“Yeah, if you keep teasing me like this.” I sounded demanding and winded all at the same time. It was so different from how I normally was, and yet I didn’t question it. I didn’t question anything except the burning need inside of me.
“Well, I certainly don’t want to be a jerk.”
Finally, finally, he rubbed a pad against that sensitive cluster of nerves, playing with it through my still covered pussy. I closed my eyes and tilted my head against the walls as he worked, a cacophony of gasps and moans pouring out of me like a bittersweet symphony, much to Links delight. I looked down to see his scrubs barely containing him anymore, as if his length would shred them at any second.
He swiftly ripped my leggings off the rest of the way, gripping into the hem of my panties and slipping them gently off, continuing to play now against my slippery and slick little button. His fingers trailed down, feeling me, mapping me, and my heart was beating fast in my chest. As he slipped one of those long, perfect digits inside inside, curving it up into my sweet spot, I was in complete ecstasy. He made a ‘come hither’ motion, coaxing me to relax around him little by pleasurable little. It had been so long since I had had a partner that the work was certainly necessary, but I had forgotten how good it felt to have him inside of me.
I couldn’t say how long that part lasted. How long I was pinned against the wall, letting him fuck me with his talented hand. But then he added another finger, doubling the size, stretching me and leaving me breathless and I was aware of time all over again. “Mmmm! Link yes! Like that! Just like that!”
He bit into my shoulder lightly as he pressed me into the wall more, using it as an anchor to get a better angle with his fingers, slickness dripping down his hand as he increased speed. I tried to keep some sort of semblance of calm, but found myself unable, howling like a wolf, like the unfiltered center of a storm, as he continued to fuck me hard with his fingers.
I was so close, my breath quickening, my vagina tensing around his fingers, and then, like a rubber band snapping under too much pressure, I lost it. My eyes rolled back as I throbbed and quaked, covering his fingers in the evidence of my arousal, my nails gripping into his back.
“Oh my god…” I rasped, breathing heavily as I looked back at him just in time to see him lick his fingers hungrily before slipping his scrubs past his knees and to the floor- reigniting my desire all over again.
He seemed so much bigger than before, both in girth and length, proving that what I had felt the night before wasn’t an illusion. I wasn’t aware that men’s dicks got bigger as they got older, but I supposed puberty didn’t end for men until their twenties, so it made sense there might be some discrepancy there.
And what a discrepancy it was. Precum was already dripping from its tip, almost pretty in a way, and he leaned into me for a moment, kissing my neck.“My turn?” He whispered as he licked my ear lobe, biting it slightly. I nodded, at a loss for words.
“Yes, Please!” I gasped, feeling almost insane for it. I wanted to be filled up to the brim, to be so full of him that there was no room for anxiety or other thought. Just him and me and the pleasure we could bring each other.
“Beg me for it, Gwennie.” He snarled in my ear, moaning softly. Any other time, I would have told someone to go fuck themselves. But there was something about the order that was just so damn hot. I found myself nodding frantically, words spilling from my mouth one right after the other.
“Fuck me Link, Please! Please fuck me I want your cock so bad!” I cried out, legs still shaking from my orgasm. He let out such a wrecked sound that my heart just about skipped a beat right then and there. He shifted, and I could feel him align himself with me before slowly sliding forward.
His girth was certainly more than the two fingers that he had prepared me with, and even with the help of how wet I was from my orgasm, he still had to go slow. Careful. Filling me up as I hadn’t been in so many years.
The delicious burn-stretch of it all was going to drive me insane. I wanted to thrash my full body or crawl outside of myself and view everything from the outside. But instead I just held on for dear life until he was fully sheathed inside of me, breathing deeply as he kissed me ragged.
I appreciated his restraint, I did. But I wanted more. So much more. Perhaps a bit before my body was ready for it, I urg
ed him on, begging once more with my body and little half-mewls from my mouth to do something.
And do something he did.
He slid out of me partly, his breath hot on my neck as he buried his mouth there, then right back in. Quicker than the first time, but still not quite what I craved. I wanted him deep within me, taking whatever he wanted and leaving nothing left.
“Come on,” I gasped, trying to bear down on him with all my pelvic muscles. “I can take it.”
That, apparently, was exactly the right thing to say, because he picked up the pace, surging up into me like a piston, stealing the air right out of my lungs. It was everything I had wanted, everything I had craved, and the sensation of it all ran through every cell of my body. All pleasure, hot and slick and entirely forbidden.
I could feel my ass cheeks bounced and bob against the wall as he fucked me, impaling into me again and again. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper, fervent and desperate. It should have hurt, and I knew that much, but it didn’t. It was scratching some sort of primal itch I never knew I had. One that wanted me to be well and thoroughly fucked so that I walked even funnier than usual the next day.
“Link! Oh my god, Link!” I cried, my words causing him to buck more wildly within me. It was like I was sent to another dimension; my nipples erect and my whole body responding with enthusiasm he continued his pounding. I had never had someone fuck me so raw, so unchecked and wild, and all the years I had spent waiting all seemed worth it all at the moment.
Link seemed just an unchecked as I was, face flushed and sweat dripping down his brow, muscles corded in his straining arms. God, he was so hot. I wanted to feel all of him, but at the same time I felt as if I couldn’t let go of my death-grip around his shoulders. He seemed to know that I craved more contact, however, because he leaned in and kissed me, biting into my lips passionately. It was demanding and punishing in all the best way, so I opened up to him, letting his mouth guide mine.
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