Batteries Not Included: A Romantic Comedy

by Christa Lynn

  “Ah, is she closed for business?” he asks, staring between my legs.

  “Just on a lunch break,” I say.

  “Hmm, I’m hungry, I’d like that for lunch,” he says as his fingers dig deeper and my legs instinctively part for him. “That’s it, open for me.”

  I focus on the pleasure, but suddenly his hand is gone, and my chair yanked up close to his. His legs are spread, and now I’m in-between his legs and the arms are the chairs are touching. He cups his hands under my knees and drapes them over the arms of his chair, and I’m now open to his gaze in only my panties.

  “Take your shirt off, I want you in nothing but those sexy panties,” he demands. I do as he says and tug my t-shirt off over my head and drop it to the floor. His fingers travel back up my inner thigh until he reaches the elastic of my panties and a subtle, uncontrolled moan escapes my lips. With one finger, he rubs my pussy up and down, avoiding my clit. The pressure is enough to get me wet, but not enough to satisfy me. He’s teasing me, and he’s enjoying it, the bastard.

  “Look at me,” he growls.

  I pull my eyes up to his and focus, though his finger between my legs is making me want to close them. We stare intently at each other, and something in my mind clicks, like a door unlocking. I see the pools of desire in his eyes, and it makes me feel … something, I’m not sure. I went into this weekend for the sex, but now, something just changed. It’s still sex, but now it’s more than that, the fact that he’s still here and wanting me. But I try not to think about that now and focus on his fingers lazily massaging my most private area.

  My eyes close and he stops, the warmth between my legs leaving on a whoosh. I open them quickly and look at him. “I told you to look at me, I want your eyes on me when you come.” He adds pressure to my pussy and my hips lift against him seeking more. “Slide forward,” he says as he tugs my panties aside and slips his finger inside me. My pussy is almost in his lap, very close to his now hard as a rock cock, but he continues to finger me into oblivion.

  I reach for his cock, but his other hand grabs my wrist and pushes it back to my breast, depriving me of his hardness. “No, this is for you.”

  “But I want to touch you,” I whisper.

  “Oh, you will, later. Now keep your hands on your tits, but keep your nipples visible.”

  I spread my hands on my boobs, my nips peeking out between my fingers and pinch them with the sides of my fingers, a pulse shooting through me as I get wetter and wetter.

  “That’s it, beauty,” he says as I feel the beginnings of an orgasm pulling through me. “Keep your eyes on me.” I know they’ll close when I come, it’s a natural reaction. But I fight it, and as he curls his finger up, I know I’m a goner. My lips part and a rush of adrenaline races through my veins as I shudder and clench against his fingers. “Fuck yeah, baby. Come all over my fingers.”

  And I do, so fucking hard I almost pass out. His eyes darken as I explode on his hand, but he keeps stroking, and I keep coming. “Fuck,” I groan out, “I can’t … Shit!” I cry as I come a second time, a rush of fluids soaking my panties and his hand.

  “Shit, girl, that’s it. Give me your sweetness, baby.” He moans as I fight to keep my eyes open, my own moans are louder than his. My body tenses up and spasms, sucking his fingers deeper inside me. I feel the wetness on my inner thighs, and I lose control, my eyes closing as he pumps me harder and deeper. I can’t help it, it’s too intense to keep my eyes open. My hips thrust and pump against his fingers as I lose all control.

  He slows his stroking, and I catch my breath before he pulls me onto his lap, ripping my soaking panties off and impaling me on his cock. “Oh, God,” I say as he fills me, his fingers digging into my hips. I get my footing and start to fuck him, taking what I want and giving him what he needs. Our lips are touching, but we’re not kissing, neither of us has the breath for that. He grunts against my mouth, his tongue licking over my bottom lip as I bounce on his cock. My tits are free and rubbing against his chest, the dynamic friction catching fire once again.

  I brace my hands on the back of his chair, and as I rise and fall, his hips rise and meet me thrust for thrust. Suddenly, he stops and stands up and lays me back on the patio table, pulling my legs up over his shoulders. He grips my thighs and pounds into me, his thighs smacking against mine as he fucks me hard and deep. Then he leans forward and sucks a nipple into his mouth, his teeth biting into my skin and my groans prompt him. He rests his chest on mine and his hips grind and circle, hitting my clit as he overcomes me. He’s taking me like he owns me, and I wonder now if he does … body and soul. I know now that his body owns me, but my soul and I will have to talk about the other. But not now, all I want is to feel him. My pussy stretches and throbs around him as his breathing hitches in his throat. He reaches between my legs and presses against my clit, my body seizing up as he comes with a shout.

  Chapter 12

  I stay seated on his lap, his jizz dripping down my thighs. Or is that mine? I can’t tell. “Fuck, beauty. That was incredible,” he says as he kisses my cheek, his thumb brushing on my lips. I pull back and look at him and into those crystalline eyes, and my heart flutters.

  Down, heart, this is going to go nowhere. Let it go, I internally tell my heart. But his eyes make me second guess that. They’re now not only full of lust but something different. “I’m hungry,” I say.

  “Careful, the last time one of said we were hungry …”

  I smack him on the shoulder as I stand up, then bend over to pick up my panties. “Holy shit,” he groans from behind me. I look back over my shoulder, and his cock is in his hands, harder than steel.

  “Damn, you’re insatiable,” I say.

  “When there’s a sexy, beautiful woman in front of me with her ass in my face, I can’t help it.”

  “Well, get dressed, I need food,” I say as I start to slip my panties back on, then decide against it. I slide open the door and head straight to the bathroom to clean up, staring at the shower as if I need to get back in. But food calls, so I grab a washcloth and run it under warm water, just as the doorway shadows with Nash standing there.

  “Allow me,” he says as he takes the washcloth and presses it between my legs, gently cleaning up the mess we both made. Once he’s done, I re-wet the rag and follow suit, slowly cleaning his cock with the rag, only he’s now hard again. “Maybe I should finish that up, or we’ll never eat.” He winks.

  I need a break, so I head to the kitchen to make sandwiches, but before I can even get them started, he’s in the kitchen dressed and ready to go.

  “Leaving?” I ask, my heart aching just a bit.

  “Yeah, with you. Get dressed and let’s go get a bite.”

  “Oh, okay,” I say as I brush my hands off on my shirt and duck around him to go get dressed, but he stops me. He leans in and kisses me gently, softly, and romantically. My breath stills, and I kiss him back before he releases me. It’s at this moment that I realize I need to protect my heart because this man could definitely break it.

  We decide to walk down the beach toward a small seafood restaurant and have a late lunch. As we’re walking, he takes my hand and wraps his fingers around mine. It’s a heartfelt sentiment, and it warms my heart.

  He tells me stories from the fire department, about his parents and his family. We truly get to know each other on this walk, but I can’t help but feel he’s leaving out something. Not sure what that is, and at this point in our relationship, I don’t feel like it’s my place to ask. So, I let him talk and tell me what he wants me to know, and I do the same … not always filling in all the blanks.

  Hell, we all have skeletons in our closets, and sometimes that’s the best place for them. Opening that door can let out demons we so carefully closed away. If we get to a point where he wants to tell me, then he will.

  We’re just finishing up our dinner when his phone goes off, the loud deep vibration echoing through the almost silent restaurant. He digs it out of his pocket and glances at
the screen, his brow furrowing and he exhales a sigh. “Damn it,” he groans.

  “What is it? Everything okay?”

  “Yeah, but I gotta head out. One of the guys called out, and the station is shorthanded. I guess I’ll be pulling two shifts in a row.”

  “Oh, no, okay let’s head back because you’ve got a long drive ahead.”

  He’s silent as he replies to the text letting them know he’ll be a few hours, but we pay the check and rush back to the house. He’s silent as he packs his few belongings into his duffle bag and then hoists it onto his shoulder. I’m sad that he’s leaving, but at the same time now maybe I can get a grip on what I’m feeling and get myself together before I have to head home tomorrow.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispers as his lips brush mine, sending a tingle down my spine.

  “It’s okay, I have some work to do, and I’m heading back tomorrow.”

  “Don’t work too hard,” he smiles.

  “You either.” I laugh and quickly kiss him, his eyes opening as if he’s shocked I kissed him.

  “You shouldn’t have done that,” he moans as he leans in and presses his lips against mine, his fingers tangling in my hair.

  “Backup, Romeo, you’ve got to go.” I sigh, pushing him back. He rests his forehead on mine and sighs.

  “Yeah, be safe driving home tomorrow. Call me when you get in?”

  “I will,” I say with a soft smile, though internally I’m feeling a little relieved that I finally get those few minutes alone, which was the reason I came here in the first place.

  I walk him out to his truck, kiss him once more, and then watch him drive down the road and out of sight. I drop my shoulders and walk inside, locking the door as I do, and grab my laptop. I need to see how the presentation went today and so far, Michelle hasn’t texted me. She’s usually really excited after a meeting and bouncing off the walls, but she’s been quiet.

  “Hey,” I say as she picks up the phone.

  “Hey!” She’s chipper, that’s a good thing.

  “How did it go today?”

  “Well, after I broke my heel and hobbled into the office on one shoe, it went okay.”

  “Oh, boy, don’t tell me my bad luck is rubbing off on you.”

  “I hope not.” She laughs. “Anyway, once we got over laughing about my shoe, it went well. Though they stated they had a few more agencies, they were speaking to and would make a final decision in a few weeks.”

  “A few weeks? Ugh, we need this account now.”

  “I know, and I think we have a good shot, we just have to be patient and wait for them to decide.”

  “Okay, well, I’ll be home tomorrow afternoon and back in the office on Wednesday. Take tomorrow off and go do something for yourself, we’ll get back into the groove on Wednesday.”

  “Humpday,” she whispers.

  “Umm, yeah,” I reply, unsure where she’s going with this. “You got a hot date or something?” I ask.

  “No, but I bet you do.”

  “Haha, not hardly.”

  “What? Nash not humping as you’d like?” She snickers.

  I laugh. “Stop it.”

  “Is he still there?”

  “No, he got called into the station and left a while ago. I probably won’t see him for a while as he has to pull two full shifts in a row, so now I can regroup.”

  “You like him,” she states frankly as if she knows me so well.

  “I do, but …”

  “No buts, Shel. Just go with it. Quit analyzing things so deep that you can’t see straight. If it’s meant to be, it’ll be. Just let whatever happens, happen.”

  “I know, but you know me. I like to be in control of everything and Nash…”

  “Takes that control?”

  “Sort of, but he lets me have it too. It’s an interesting dynamic.”

  “Sounds like it, can’t wait to hear all about it.” She smiles through the phone.

  “Well, not much to tell, but I’ll fill you in on Wednesday.”

  “Okay, enjoy your evening and drive safe tomorrow.”

  “I most certainly will, I don’t need to be wrecking the rental car.” I laugh, tugging the hair tie out and my still damp hair falling over my shoulders, and the cool breeze causes me to shiver. I decide to go take a hot bath and soak, relax a little and decompress.

  After my bath, I sink into the soft leather sofa and watch a movie and hide my phone, deciding to take tonight for me and leave the rest of the world behind until I get home. I wake up in the morning feeling calmer and stronger, so I pack up my car and head out without coffee, excited to get home and get back to life.

  I check my phone before leaving and nothing, no texts from Nash or Sarah. In a way, I’m relieved. But at the same time, I’m concerned that neither of them has contacted me. I’m so fickle that I get mad when they text but get worried when they don’t. I’m sure they’re just giving me my space, and Nash may be busy at the station, so I let it go and start my journey home.

  Thankfully, the trip is uneventful, and I make it home without any issues. I text Sarah to let her know I’m home, and she quickly responds.

  “On my way.”

  “What?”

  But I get no response. Instead, she comes over and is banging on my door. “Were you sitting on ‘go’ when I texted you?” I laugh as she barges inside with a box of wine, a bag of chips, and a plus-size tub of onion dip. “Splurged on the hors d’oeuvres, did you?” I say as she grabs two red Solo cups from my cabinet. “Ah, and pulling out the good glasses too,” I mock. She glares at me and smiles.

  “Red neck gossip party,” she cracks as she grabs a bowl and dumps the entire bag of chips into it.

  “Great, now we have a bowl full of broken chips. What’s wrong with you?”

  “They still dip,” she says as she hands me a cup of warm, boxed wine. I crinkle my nose and fake a cough as I take a tentative sip.

  “Couldn’t even chill it, huh?”

  “They don’t sell them refrigerated at the store.”

  “Ah, so you planned this little visit far in advance I see.”

  “Stop, sit down and talk.”

  “About what?” I say as I plunk an ice cube into my cup and stir it with my finger, a feeble attempt at trying to cool down this delicious gourmet wine.

  “What do you mean, about what?” she asks, clearly getting frustrated with me. I decide to let her sulk for a little while since it’s her fault he showed up at my mom’s house anyway.

  “I don’t know what you want to know, Sarah. I went to my mom’s, I had a great time. End of.”

  “Bullshit,” she growls. “Nash … sex … blowjobs … Come on, girl, spill it.”

  “Well, that’s for him to do, and boy did he.” I smile as I suck my wine-drenched finger into my mouth, mocking a blow job.

  “Good God, girl, you’re killing me.”

  “I think that’s what he told me.”

  “Fuck, Shel, come on. He’s that good?”

  “Good? I’m not sure I’d say that” I say around a mouthful of potato chips. Her eyes go wide like she’s shocked and disappointed.

  “Does he eat pussy?” she asks, and I choke, spewing half-chewed potato chip all over my shirt.

  “No, he doesn’t eat pussy,” I respond.

  “Wow, so he’s a prude?”

  “I didn’t say that, either. I just said he doesn’t eat pussy. Eating refers to biting and chewing and swallowing … Wait, maybe he does eat pussy. But mainly he licks, sucks, and savors pussy.”

  “Oh, my God, I think I just came a little.” She sighs.

  “Oh, and I did that too, only not a little, a lot. A fucking lot,” I say.

  “Oh, do tell.”

  “Oh, a girl doesn’t come and tell, Sarah. You of all people should know that.”

  “Fuck you, tell me! I need to live vicariously through you, you sexual beast, you.”

  “Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?” I ask, knowing she’
s the real whore in this relationship.

  “Is he better than Frank?”

  “My vibrator? Let me think,” I say, scratching my chin and looking up at the ceiling in deep thought. “So, Frank shimmies and shakes, Nash does too. And Frank can be turned on in a second, so can Nash. Frank slides in easily, so does Nash. Frank is hard and penetrating, so is Nash. But Frank doesn’t have a tongue, so, yes, Nash is better than Frank.”

  “Squee!” she screams and bounces in her chair. “I knew it! That moment he ran over your foot with his chair, I knew you’d fuck him.”

  “Oh, please.” I wave my hand at her. “I knew it when I hit him on the head with that cashew I threw at you.”

  “Yeah, your aim sucks.”

  “No shit.” I laugh.

  “You were not having it that night, and I think you could’ve gotten laid then.”

  “Well, unlike you, I don’t screw on the first date.” She throws a potato chip at me.

  “I do not. Now the second date? It’s on like Donkey Kong then.” She laughs. “I have to know if we’re compatible before the relationship goes any further.” She shrugs.

  Is that what Nash and I have? A relationship? Or is it purely sex? Amazing, hot, and fabulous sex at that. But do I want more? Does he? There are just too many questions that need answers. I do feel something for him, but is it enough to take things to the next level?

  As I ponder, that thought my phone dings. Sarah looks at me like and smirks, knowing who it is. I read the screen, and it is, in fact, Nash.

  “You make it home okay?”

  “Yes, I’m here.”

  “Oh good, you were supposed to let me know.”

  “I know, sorry. Sarah showed up, and I completely forgot.”

  “Gee thanks, glad I left a good impression.”

  I sit quietly and think about my next text. Do I want him to know that I thought about him the entire way home? That he sets my body and my mind on fire? Do I want to reply with such a comment that it opens the door to the next room? Or do I close the door and let sleeping dogs lie?