Batteries Not Included: A Romantic Comedy

by Christa Lynn

  I follow him down the front steps, and he opens the door to his huge pickup and helps me in, his hand pressing against my ass. I’m sure he’s done that on purpose, and I suck in a breath at how it feels, a light chuckle rumbling from his throat. He’s not playing fair, but I’ll play along. Two can play this game, and I’ll win. I hope.

  “So, where can we get a burger?” he asks as he backs out of the driveway.

  “There’s a beach front place a few miles down the road, head that way,” I respond as I point down the road. Within just a few minutes we walk into the wooden frame restaurant that is open on the back side close to the sand. We’re seated on the back deck overlooking the water, the breeze blowing through the seating area. There are only a few people here, so it’s quiet with little chatter. We order our burgers and a beer and sit back and watch the waves, making small talk.

  “So, tell me about your mom.”

  “Right, didn’t you learn enough about her back at the house?”

  He laughs. “No, not really. She seems nice.”

  “She’s … hmm, she’s different.”

  “Different? How’s so?”

  “She’s just a free spirit, never seems to want to settle down. Every time I see her, she has a new man in her life, a much younger man.”

  “Nothing wrong with that. What about your dad?”

  I sigh. “He passed away three years ago from cancer, I miss him so much. She kinda went off the wall after that.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that,” he says, his eyes looking down at the floor.

  “What about you? Do you have family in Charleston?”

  “They’re in Walterboro, actually. My dad is retired from the Colleton County Hospital; Mom is a retired school teacher.”

  “Good for them, retirement is always a blessing. Some people don’t get to enjoy life with kids and jobs, they just work until they die.”

  “Agreed, they’ve done well.”

  Our small talk dwindles down as the waitress brings our burgers and we stare them down like we haven’t eaten in days. “These are huge,” I say. “I can’t imagine trying to get my mouth around this thing,” I say as I take my knife and cut down the middle of it. “I’ve never put something this big in my mouth before,” I say nonchalantly, but I can tell his mind has gone south. I expect him to say something, but he lets it go.

  I take a big bite and moan a little because it really is that good. His eyes flash. “You have mayonnaise on your lip,” he says as he brushes his thumb along my bottom lip. I dart my tongue out and catch his thumb, sucking the digit into my mouth and sucking the mayo off. He pulls his thumb back and takes a bite of his burger, mimicking my moan. I think about being a copycat and brushing the grease off his mouth, but I find that sexy as hell. Slick and lickable. Instead, I pick up a French fry and slide it seductively in my lips, knowing I probably look silly.

  Apparently, he doesn’t think so, because he starts to shift in his seat as if he’s gotten extremely uncomfortable. He doesn’t say anything, but we continue to eat, quickly finishing off our burgers. He quickly pays the check and stands up, holding his hand out for me. I take it and stand, and he pulls me into his chest.

  “You want to stroll out to the beach before we leave?” I ask, turning toward the back door that leads out onto the sand, not waiting for an answer. At this point, I feel like I’ve got him wrapped around my little finger and he’d follow me anywhere. As we hit the landing at the bottom of the stairs, I spy an ice cream shop and scan the menu. “Hmm, butter pecan,” I whisper to myself. Before I know it, Nash is handing me a sugar cone piled high with ice cream.

  I drag my tongue along the side of the cone, sweeping the creamy goodness along the way. He stares at me, his jaw open before he swallows hard. He quickly looks away, and I know I’m winning at this little game we unintentionally decided to play. We walk down the pier to the sand and stroll toward the water’s edge, but he is keeping his eyes forward as if he’s avoiding looking at me. The sun is starting to set, but the warm air still lingers. I spy a park bench along the dunes and make my way over and have a seat. He sits down next to me, his eyes on the ocean as we eat our ice cream.

  “Look out there.” I point toward the horizon watching a seagull dive and come up with a fish.

  Some other people walk up behind us and catch Nash’s eyes, so he turns back just as a melted drop of ice cream hits my tank top. “Damn it, you can dress me up, but you can’t take me out,” I say as I move to brush the drop away, his eyes are glued to my breast.

  “Allow me,” he says as he leans in and licks the drop right off my tank top, which by the way … landed right on my right nipple. He gently scoops the melted cream off my nipple before sucking the hardened bud into his mouth. The pressure from his mouth on top of my shirt sends a charge through me. Even with my bra on, the sensation is intense. “Mmm, best ice cream I’ve ever had,” he says as his mouth crashes down on mine.

  The sweetness of the ice cream and our lips warming up cause us both to drop our cones into the sand, fingers in each other’s hair, and a wild dance of our tongues.

  The kiss continues, his fingers trailing down my back, quickly unhooking my bra. “Take this damn thing off,” he says as he tugs the straps down my arms. He then reaches up under my tank top and pulls my bra out from under my shirt, balls it up, and stuffs it in his pocket.

  “Now, that’s better,” he says. “But, I think you have a little more ice cream … there,” he whispers as his fingers roll over my other nipple, now poking through the thin material. He plucks and twists my nipple as his lips find mine again. Now I’m exposed in a way I’m not sure I’m comfortable with until he pulls back and searches my eyes. Something in his eyes calms me, empowers me. I rest my hand on his thigh and run my fingers up toward the bulge in his jeans.

  “You’ve been teasing me all night, with your sexy tank top and that little stunt in the restaurant, sucking my thumb in a public place. What’s gotten into you?” His eyes are hooded, and his lips curve up into a seductive smirk.

  “Nothing yet,” I whisper as I press down and squeeze the denim that encases his hard, very large, cock.

  “You like playing games, do you?” He smirks.

  “Only games I can win.” I flip the button of his jeans, the tip of his cock now exposed to the elements. I run my finger along the tip, smearing the drop of pre-cum over his head before popping my own thumb back into my mouth.

  “Game over.” He quickly stands up and tucks himself back into his jeans, then holds his hand out for me to stand up. He roughly pulls me up against his chest, my nipples rubbing against his chest. His lips brush against my ear, “You’re playing with fire, beauty,” he groans.

  “Then burn me.”

  He blinks and then pulls me toward the truck at full speed. We’re almost running, like two teenagers trying to get a quickie in before their parents get home. He opens the truck and picks me up, setting me gently into the passenger seat, and buckles my seat belt, his fingers grazing my breasts as he does so. Then he slams the door and runs to his side, climbing in and cranking it up, the V8 engine roaring to life.

  He slams the car into reverse and backs out of the parking space, then whips it into the roadway headed back toward the house. “Easy, cowboy, we don’t want to die on the way there.” I giggle.

  “I’m an EMT, I’ll save us.”

  “Don’t be smart, you can’t save us if you’re dead.” I laugh again. But he gets the point and slows it down. I watch his face, his eyes glazed over and his fingers tapping the steering wheel. He’s as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I’m so busy watching him that I don’t realize we’ve pulled into the driveway and he’s already climbing out of the truck.

  He runs over to my side and helps me out of the truck, lowering my body down the front of his body, and I feel his cock is still harder than steel. “Nash,” I whisper, thinking he’s hornier than a tenth grader. “Are we a bit anxious?” I ask, tapping my finger on hi
s nose and stepping around from the truck so he can close the door.

  “Yes, but don’t let that fool you, beauty. I plan to take my sweet time with you, your body won’t know what hit it.” He groans against my ear. As his teeth nip down onto my earlobe, I hear it. I don’t believe it, but I hear it.

  “Hey, kids! There you were! Where’ve you been?”

  “Fuck,” I groan against Nash’s neck, totally annoyed that my mother has made another appearance. “Hey, Mom, we went to eat,” I say as I push back from Nash. She has the worst timing possible, every fucking time.

  “Oh, poo, I came to see if you guys wanted to join me for dinner,” she says as we get to the top of the stairs, her eyes immediately latching on Nash’s cock.

  “Careful where you stare, Mom,” I whisper as I brush by her, her eyes jerking back up and look at me. Her eyes dart back and forth between us, and she drops her head.

  “Oh, Shel, I’m sorry. I’ll just be on my way.” She steps back inside and grabs her purse and keys and shuffles out the door. “Oh, my, I’m so sorry. Carry on, kids, I’ll call you in the morning.”

  The doors slam shut behind her, and Nash and I just stare at the closed door. “What just happened?” Nash asks.

  “Emily Mansfield just happened,” I respond, looking over at Nash’s crotch. I can still see a faint bulge, but it appears that he’s lost his boner, thanks to my mother. I scan his body, from his cock back up to his eyes and he looks like a deer caught in headlights.

  “Was she checking out my package?” he asks, scratching his head.

  “I believe she was, I’m so sorry,” I say, totally embarrassed. But I guess at this age, parents are supposed to embarrass their kids. I’m sure I spent half my life embarrassing her.

  “Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault your mom …”

  “My mom what?”

  “That your mom knows a good package when she sees one.” He laughs, grabbing his crotch like a caveman. “Too bad for her, though, because my package only has eyes for her daughter,” he says as he steps to the door, twisting the deadbolt and turning back to me. “Now, where were we?”

  “Your mouth was about here,” I whisper as I step to him, pressing my tits against his chest and pointing to my ear.

  “Ah, yes,” he moans against me as his tongue traces the shell of my ear. His breath against my skin causes goose bumps to cover me, a quiet shiver running through me.

  “Now, where’s that anxious boy I saw outside?” I ask.

  “He’s gone, now you have a patient man. A man that plans to steamroll you, over and over,” he says as he plucks my nipples through my tank top. “This is hot,” he says. “But it’s time for it to come off,” he says as he backs me into the wall. He kisses me with a fervor as his hands skim up my sides, taking the tank top with them. “Arms up,” he demands, and I comply. His fingers trace along the sides of my breasts as he lifts the tank top over my head, my ponytail coming undone and my long hair spilling over my shoulders. “Fuck.”

  “Your turn,” I say as he crosses his hands over his waist and lifts his t-shirt over his head. “No fair, I wanted to do that.”

  “You can take my jeans off,” he growls. I lower my hands to unbutton his jeans, “But not yet.” I frown. “Like I said, I plan to take my time with you, beauty.”

  I love how he says that, beauty. It’s a nickname I’ve never been called before, but it’s sinking in. The way he’s looking at me tells me I’m beautiful, but it’s more in how I feel when his eyes are on me. He holds my hands up above my head with one hand and places his other hand on my face, his lips brush against mine so softly, I can barely feel it. Only I can feel it all over me. His tongue swipes across my bottom lip, and he presses both lips on it, sucking it into his mouth. His other hand wraps around my breast, gently squeezing as his thumb rubs my nipple. “These look much better free of their confines.”

  “They look good in your hands,” I say.

  “They’ll look better in my mouth,” he moans as he sucks my nipple into his lips, rolling with his tongue and grazing it with his teeth. I suck in a breath as the sting of his teeth wrecks my body, my back arching as I push my breast further into his mouth. “God, yes, fill my mouth with your skin, you taste so good.”

  My clit is pulsing now, and the dampness in my panties is getting intense. I want his fingers on me, in me … now more than ever. But he continues to feast on my breasts and teasing me into a frenzy. I can’t help but think this is so much better than BOB or my own fingers. If I had been alone, I would have relieved myself in about forty seconds and been done with it.

  Nash kisses between my breasts and kisses down my stomach, stopping at my belly button. His heated breath skirts my skin, and I feel my knees getting weak. As his mouth goes to the waistband of my shorts, he tucks his fingers under the band and runs them around my waist before he unbuttons them and slides them slowly down my legs, his nose pressing against my pussy as my shorts hit the floor at my feet. “Fuck,” he groans as his tongue drags up my pussy, through my panties. But before he goes any further he stands up and licks his lips. “I need you open for me,” he groans. “Wide open.”

  My eyes do as he says and now I’m the one looking like a deer in headlights. He backs me into the kitchen and gently lifts me onto the counter, his body standing in-between my spread legs. He takes both breasts and massages and squeezes. “I can’t wait to fuck you here,” he whispers against my lips. “But first things first,” he says as he rolls his thumb up my slit, pressing against my clit through my panties. “You’re so wet already,” he moans as he stares at my pussy.

  “Yes,” I hiss.

  “Lift,” he says as he slides my panties down my hips, the lace material now hanging from one ankle. “Open for me,” he says, tapping the inside of my knees. I’m so turned on right now that I comply, my legs falling open and all of my glory exposed to him. “Love this,” he says as he lowers himself and stares at my pussy. “Put your feet up on the counter, and keep your legs spread. I’m going in,” he says as he plants his face directly on ground zero. His tongue runs up my folds, makes soft circles around my clit. He flicks it with his tongue and sucks me into his mouth. I feel consumed by this man as my head rolls back and clunks against the cabinet behind my head. I don’t feel any pain, just passion, and desire as he devours my pussy.

  “Soo, right,” I groan, my words egging him on. He pushes a finger into me as his mouth sucks my clit, the fire igniting in my toes. As if he senses I’m about to cum, he pulls back and wipes his mouth on his arm, his eyes boring into mine. “No,” I cry out, denied of what I need the most.

  “Oh, you’ll get it all right, over and over, Shelby. But the first time you cum on my face, it won’t be in the kitchen.” He sets my legs down, which have begun to cramp with them pulled back so far and he puts me to my feet, my legs weak and wobbly. He tries to lead me out of the kitchen, and I hold tight, pulling him back.

  “You have too many clothes on,” I whisper as my fingers unbutton his jeans. But his hand covers mine, and he shakes his head.

  “Later, the first time is for you.” He grabs a dishtowel from the counter and ties my wrists with it before leading me to the bedroom. “On the bed, on your knees. I want to see your ass in the air.” His seductive voice vibrates through my body, and I have no choice but to comply. My ass is not my best asset, but if he wants it in his face … then so be it. Right now, I don’t think I could deny him anything.

  I crawl onto the bed just like he asks, and he stands at the foot of the bed, staring at me. My hands are bound, so I rest on my forearms and arch my back for optimum viewing pleasure. He approaches my backside and slides his finger through my folds and stops at my asshole, contemplating his next move. I suck in a breath at the proximity of his finger there, but I stay still while he does what he needs to do. Suddenly, he thrusts two fingers into my pussy and curls them up, stroking me deep inside and I immediately explode onto his fingers. “Good girl,” he groans as I hear his
belt clank to the carpet and his jeans swooshing to the floor and then the crinkling of paper. I peek back and watch him roll the condom on his cock and my eyes bug out of my head—he’s bigger than I thought.

  I feel the tip of him press against me, and he slowly pushes inside, allowing me to adjust to his size. He’s going slow as he pushes to the hilt. “More please.” I groan. His slow entry is driving me crazy.

  “What did I say earlier about patience?”

  “That was you, Nash. You told me you were patient. I, on the other hand, am not.”

  “Well, you’re going to have to learn that good things come to those who wait,” he says. He inches his way inside, and I grip the pillow and wait for the invasion that I know is coming.

  “You’re so tight, Shel,” he moans as he presses his fingers into my hips.

  I finally feel his hips against my ass as he starts to slowly move. “I need …” I moan as he fills me.

  “Tell me, beauty, what do you need?” he responds as he leans forward, his mouth at my ear.

  “I need …” My voice catches, and I can’t speak.

  “Tell me,” he growls as his hand smacks across my ass. The sting sending waves of pain and pleasure through me. “You will tell me what you need, or I’ll make sure this pretty little ass of yours is beautiful and pink.”

  I’ve never been much into dirty talk, but he’s bringing it out of me. I squeeze my muscles around his cock, and he roars, his hand smacking down on the other ass cheek. “Tell me, Shel.”

  “I need you to fuck me,” I groan around the ecstasy.

  “Your wish is my command.” He grabs my hips and pulls me back into him and starts to pound me, the sounds of skin on skin fill the room and I can feel his balls slapping against my clit.

  “Oh fuck,” I groan as I bury my face in the pillow. He leans forward and pushes my chest into the mattress, my nipples rubbing against the sheets. A finger finds my clit, and he rubs the tender spot as he pummels me from behind, until I feel the beginnings of another orgasm rage through me.