by Sky Winters
“Yeah. I could have tried. I should have tried. You did. Granted, it didn’t turn out that well, but at least you stood up and said something. I can admire that.”
“I don’t know. I suppose I can see why you didn’t. You’re right. It wasn’t your place. I guess I just wish there had been someone in my court to back me up. I know there are other women out there that he has treated like that, but none of them stood up with me. They just left me to flounder alone.”
“I’m sorry you were treated that way. I guess there are two sides to every coin, huh?”
“Yes.”
“So, well. This conversation has gotten heavy. How about we discuss something else?”
“That would be good. Tell me about your work in film. I’m sorry if I should know who you are, but I don’t recognize the name from anything.”
“No? You wouldn’t. I retired before you joined the ranks and I worked under a different name. Carlos Hanover.”
“Oh my God! You have got to be kidding me! I had no idea. I’m so sorry.”
“No need to be sorry.”
“I’m honestly a big fan. I’ve seen so many of your movies. You’re like one of the biggest directors and here I am clueless.”
“Was a director. I’m just a stay-at-home father now.”
“You don’t miss it?”
“Sometimes, but I’d miss my time with C.J. more. Besides, there is so much drama and backstabbing in the industry. I don’t miss that part of it.”
“Understandable, I suppose,” she replied, trying to stifle a yawn, unsuccessfully.
“Someone is tired,” Buck replied, glancing at his watch. “Wow. I didn’t know it was so late. I’ll let you head off to relax or sleep, whichever direction you’re going.”
“Thanks. I guess it has been a long day. I could use the sleep.”
“It’s settled then. I could stand some sleep myself. Shall I walk you up?”
“That would be nice,” she replied, standing and walking with him toward the stairs.
Lorna realized that there was a stirring in her belly, one that she hadn’t felt for a long time. Buck had shown more thoughtfulness, more understanding, in the brief time they had spent talking than anyone had for a very long time. It had touched her and that had made her want something more, something that wasn’t on the menu. Pushing the thoughts away, she continued on to her room, parting ways with Buck as they reached the door. She got ready for bed and sank down into the pillows, falling to sleep peacefully for the first time in quite a long time.
Chapter 7
The dream was unexpected. Buck had picked her up rather than having her driven to his home.
They walked quietly across the parking lot. Arriving at the door of his car, he had hugged her tightly. It was a thoughtful embrace, but nothing that could be considered as anything more than a friendly gesture. Still, as he pulled away, her face was flushed, her eyes glimmering with excitement. She felt bold, perhaps it was just the new pregnancy hormones.
Lorna reached for him, putting her small, warm hand on the back of his neck, lifting her lips to his. They kissed, first lightly, then more urgently, his tongue in her mouth, her hips tilted against his, her breasts against his chest, her whole body sending a message that was undeniable.
“Wait. Wait. Let’s get you to Big Bear Lake first,” he told her, opening the car door, and helping her in.
She sat beside him, breathless, anticipating. The drive was maddening. All she could think of was having him inside of her, not just his baby and not in the cold way it had been conceived. Instead, she wanted him, all of him. It was a relief when they arrived at his lake house.
“Come up to my room,” he told her, helping her out of the car.
She'd left her bags in the trunk, too eager to get to him to worry about the stuff she had brought with her. They made their way quickly up the steps, no one there but the two of them. As soon as his front door was shut, they started kissing again. Her tongue fluttered against his, and his hands were deep in the softness of her hair, tugging at it seductively. He pulled her against him as if he couldn’t get her close enough. It felt like he was trying to absorb her, blend together as one. She felt warm there, safe, like she could dwell there forever.
Taking her hand, Buck led her to his bedroom, a massive room with heavy oak furniture and gothic styled prints on the walls. It was exactly what you’d expect of an almost mythical creature; a shifter. She nibbled at his chin, his ear, touching his face with her fingertips, sighing, whispering, "You feel so good." Once, she pushed him back, propped herself onto her elbows, and asked, "How long has it been?"
Buck paused, seeming to reflect on this for a moment before answering. When he responded, it was dismissive, obviously not something he wanted to discuss. "It's been a little while," he said.
Lorna thought about her own answer to that question. She hadn’t had a relationship for a very long time, having given up on them in her teens. Since coming to L.A., hookups were more common, a night or a weekend with a relative stranger, usually vapid young actors who fancied themselves much more successful than they actually were.
Buck was no hookup, though, she realized. There was something different about him. He was at least twenty years older, but he exuded a sex appeal like much younger men just didn’t possess. Perhaps it was the animal in him, the allure to his primal state. Or perhaps he possessed some sort of power that drew her in. Whatever it was didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she wanted him in the worst way.
She slipped downward across the bed, unfastening his pants, and easing his briefs over his hips. She looked up, making eye contact as she swept the length of his cock with her palm before taking him in her mouth. He sighed, eyes shut, seeming to enjoy how good that must feel for someone who hadn’t been with anyone for a long time. A throaty moan escaped his lips as she rolled her mouth from base to tip and whispered, "Look at me."
He opened his eyes, meeting her gaze as she opened her mouth, hollowed her cheeks, and slid all the way down. He groaned again, watching intently as she tasted every inch of him. He began pulling her away unexpectedly, pulling her upward.
"What’s wrong?" she asked.
"Shh," he said, pulling her up to face him again. He slid his hands between her legs, positioning fingers and thumb in a way that said he might have been off the bicycle for a while, but he hadn’t forgotten how to ride it. He nuzzled against her, his lips on her neck, nibbling and kissing his way up to her earlobe, where she'd always been just so slightly ticklish.
"Mmm," she whispered. "Yes, mmm," she sighed, as he worked his fingers against the slick seam of her pants. She forgot herself then, forgot to make sure she was posed just right to look appealing and lost herself in the pleasure of his touch. Her eyes squeezed shut as she clamped her thighs against his wrist and snapped her hips up, several times before she froze, all the muscles in her thighs, stomach and backside tensing with anticipation of the quivering follow-up ending in powerful contractions against his fingers.
Before she could recover, he'd rolled her onto her back, tore her pants off, and slipped inside her. After the first thrust, he had to hold still, holding back what she wanted most from him. Like her, if he gave himself up to the exquisite want, the fire, he would erupt in orgasm. Instead, he paused, focused on bringing her to more orgasms before he succumbed to his own.
He kissed her, easing further inside of her. She gasped and shut her eyes, and then neither of them spoke. She had one hand on his shoulder, the other slowly stroking his back, from the nape of his neck to the base of his spine.
"You feel so good," she whispered.
She could feel him giving in, his pulsations against her inner walls growing as he plunged deeply into her again and again. Lorna moaned, her hands locked onto his shoulders, her breath against his face, her voice in his ear, urging him on.
"Oh, Lorna," he gasped as she put her lips against his ear, whispering his name over and over, like a chant of encouragement, a so
ng of longing, a poem of aches and desires.
A low growl escaped his throat as he shoved his hips forward one last time, letting himself go as he came inside of her for the first time.
Lorna awoke from the dream, gasping for breath. Perspiration dotted her forehead as she came down from the unrelieved heat the dream had created in her. It was all she could do not to go knock on his door and throw herself at him. She had to wonder, this time in a more wakeful state and not her subconscious, if he held some sort of power over her that was causing her to want him this way.
Climbing out of bed, she walked to the bathroom and retrieved a glass of water, drinking it down and then splashing her face with the still running water. It took a while to get back to sleep and when she did, she found herself falling right back into lurid dreams, this time a different one, but still featuring Buck Wilson. This time, they were in her room. She opened the front door to find him outside of it and things were once again just as heated as before.
Lorna stood looking at him, but before she could ask why he was knocking at his own door, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him. Their bodies met at every naked spot available, sending heat through her veins like wildfire. She didn’t pull away, instead clinging to him as she tilted her face upward to look at him. He looked back with his normally bright eyes darkened by passion. There was no doubt about what he wanted from her. He bent down to her height, covering her mouth with his own.
She gasped, fueled by the passion coming from both of them. Of course, her brain was only focused on one thing, Buck. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she entwined her fingers through his hair, desperate to get as close as possible to him. His moans filled her mouth, only making her want more as she mounted him, wrapping her arms and legs around his muscular torso. Immediately, she could feel his generous erection against her most sensitive spot as she melted into him. He felt so good and she needed him, more and more with each passing second.
“Give me everything,” she moaned into his mouth as his tongue continues its torturously slow tour. God, he knew exactly what he’s doing, she thought to herself. She’d never been more turned on in her life. He felt so good and they fit perfectly together. “More,” she whispered shamelessly.
She opened her eyes to find herself staring right into his. They flashed with mischief before he dragged her up the stairs. As he walked, she buried herself in his neck. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating, a heavy woodsy scent with a clean underlying hint of citrus that mixed with his natural odor. He’s pure man with sweat and soap underneath. Whatever it was, she loved it. As they arrived at the door to her room, she pushed it open with her ass. He walked them to her bed and dropped her onto it before covering her with his own body.
“Should I slow down?” Buck asked while lifting her shirt up and over her head. He grunted seeing that she had another layer of clothes on underneath and she chuckled at his reaction. Lifting the tank top that was underneath over her head, she revealed her bra and body to him. That should answer his question and seemed to as he grasped the back of her neck and pulled her up so that she’s sitting right in front of him.
She sat still as he gazed across her for a moment before reaching downward to unclasp her bra. Her breasts sprang free, her nipples already hardening at the thought of his lips on them. He growled at the back of his throat as he leaned in to take her right nipple in his mouth, bringing out a moan of her own in response to the heat and wetness of his mouth.
God, he feels so good. Her other nipple felt neglected so she reached her hand up and started twisting it so they both felt good. Her head fell back in ecstasy, but she still wanted more. She could feel how soaked her panties had become and the tension between her legs as her body sparked a fire for his. She needed to be touched now. Grabbing his thick hair, she pulled his head back before grabbing the hem of his shirt and lifting it over his head. He’s so fucking hot.
Immediately, she bent down and licked her way from his navel all the way up his neck. He tasted salty and so fucking good. She can’t stop there, though. She needed to taste more. Reaching for his pants, she undid the top button, ignoring his zipper. It pulled itself open as she slipped his pants and underwear down to reveal his hard dick springing forward. Wasting no time, she placed her hand around it, stroking him to a granite state before taking it into her mouth. Buck’s hands dove into her hair and started guiding her head up and down.
“You better stop before this ends too fast,” Buck grunted.
Instead, she increased her pace, going down on him harder and faster with her mouth. He started moaning, trying to hold back, but finally gave up and pulled out, throwing her down on the bed and stripping her out of the rest of her clothes, but rather than continuing, he stood over her, looking down at her, admiring her body and the wetness clinging to her thighs.
“Please. For the love of God, fuck me, Buck,” she told him.
He smiled down at her, gently pushing her down onto the bed so she is lying flat with her legs over the edge. She closed her eyes in anticipation of his touch. His rough finger trailed from her nipple down to her navel. He tormented her, kissing every spot on her naked skin, except for the one that she craved him to seize. Unable to take it anymore, she reached down to take care of herself, but grabbing her hand, he stopped her.
“I need you to touch me. Please,” she pleaded.
He was purposely teasing her and it’s more than she could stand. Her need consumed her.
“Just be patient,’ he whispered.
Finally, he leaned down and began to flick his tongue across her hardened clit. Her hips shot upward, eager and shocked from the much needed attention. He didn’t let up, quickly hitting the one spot she most longed for him to touch. She came undone. One fucking touch and she’s trembling, shaking and calling out his name. She came hard in rapid waves of ecstasy until she could no longer breathe. Her body felt like it’d been rocked to the very core; in a way, it had. She had thought that would be enough, but even after the massive string of orgasms, she still found that she wanted him.
“You’re so beautiful when you come for me,” he told her, and she could see that he’s not done with her yet. He continued to stroke her with his fingers working her up into another frenzy with ease, but that’s not what she wanted. She craved his cock inside her and wouldn’t stop until she got it. Reaching up, she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down toward the bed.
“I have another idea,” she mewed, smiling at him and straddling him. Moving her hips upward, she put him slowly inside her, stopping short of going all the way down. He was teasing her before, now he can get a taste of his own medicine. Finally, she goes all the way down and then up slowly, swiveling her hips upward and leaving only the tip of his bulging cock inside her until he is panting with his own frustration.
“God, you’re killing me,” Buck said through clenched teeth.
He grabbed onto her hips and started pulling her up and down on his dick. It feels amazing, but she wanted to be in control. She grabbed both of his hands and put them above his head. Pushing them down so that he can’t use them and guiding herself over his cock. Slowly, she started rocking back and forth, feeling her own orgasm building inside of her. Freeing his hands, he reached for her breasts, kneading them, tugging at them, and licking them which only made her ache even more for release.
“I’m going to come,” she said, rocking back and forth in a perfect rhythm against him.
“Wait for me,” he groaned.
She nodded, letting him take her hips in his hands and do what he wants with her. He pushed into her fully and rocked back and forth hard and fast. She moaned loudly, on the edge but trying to hold back. It’s like having an out of body experience that she couldn’t control.
“I can’t hold back anymore. I’m going to come,” she gasped.
Buck continued to pump into her which only prolonged her orgasm until she literally collapsed onto his shoulder as he followed right behind her with his own exp
losion inside of her. They laid there together until the morning light began to shine through the bedroom window. Lorna woke up to find herself alone. She knew she’s been alone all along.
“Fucking wet dreams,” she mumbled, the ache still with her as she got up to shower for breakfast.
Chapter 8
“Well, what have we here?” Buck asked as he walked downstairs the following morning to find Lorna and C.J. playing with Barbies in the foyer.
“Daddy, Daddy! Lorna likes Barbies too!” C.J. squealed.
“Does she now?” he replied, looking surprised.
“Yes! She says she likes cats too. Can I show her mine?”
“Maybe later, C.J. Let’s have breakfast for now.”
Lorna wondered if it was code for her ability to shift or if she actually had a cat lurking about the premises. If she did, it was very stealthy as she’d not seen it yet and she’d wandered around the place a good bit when she arrived the day before.
“Pancakes?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t you run in and ask Thander what he’s made for us? We’ll be right behind you.”
“Okay, Daddy!” she shrieked, jumping up and running ahead.
“She has taken to you very quickly,” he remarked.
“Yes. I found her waiting for me when I came downstairs. Mostly curiosity, I’d imagine. I don’t know a lot about kids, I’m afraid.”
“Well, you’d not know that from watching the two of you play.”
“I know more about Barbies. I think that was key.”
“I suppose it was. Breakfast then?”
“Of course. I hope it’s pancakes too. I’m starving!” Lorna replied.
Buck laughed and walked to the kitchen with her. C.J. was already in her chair, munching happily on a plate of cartoon shaped pancakes covered in fruit and a hint of syrup.
“Lorna, sit by me!” she cheered as they arrived.
Buck had a strange expression on his face as he took a seat across the table from them. Lorna wasn’t sure what it meant, but it was a weird cross between being please and apprehensive. It seemed to settle after a few moments as they began eating their meals and chatting about the day ahead.
