by Rye Hart
Then, he started pounding into me.
My body lurched against the shelving as something came toppling down beside us. I clung to the cold metal racks, feeling their imprints stamping my body while Liam drove his cock in and out of my depths. I could hear him sloshing around as my legs were spread wide for him. Then, I pressed my ass back into him and I found myself bending over at the waist.
His hands gripped my hips so he could pull me back into him harder. I felt my arousal dripping down the insides of my thighs, soaking into the tops of my stockings. His hand slid around my body and dipped into the top of my panties and I had to bite down on my lip to stifle a moan when his finger found my clit.
He played with it expertly, pressing and flicking and pinching it while he took me. His cock throbbed within my body as my walls massaged him and I could feel my climax steadily approaching. I gripped onto the shelving as my heels started clacking quickly, trembling against the floor as my legs grew weak.
“Liam. Liam. Yes. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
Faster and faster, he went, careening my body to new heights as his hand slapped down on my clit. I let out a moan I couldn’t stifle as the mixture of pain and pleasure slammed throughout my body and, soon, I was shaking and panting with my orgasm. A flood of arousal soaked his cock, dripping down his balls while it leaked down my skin. I held him in a vice grip that pulled him deeper and deeper into my body.
He released my hips and wrapped his arms around me, slowly pulling me upright while I continued to come on his cock.
“That’s it,” he said. “Let it all out.”
By the time my orgasm was done, I was putty in his hands. He held me in his arms until I could regain my strength and then he slid from between my legs and tucked his cock away. I readjusted my dress to try and preserve some sort of dignity, but the entire closet smelled like sex. The moment we left, people would know exactly what we’d been doing.
And somehow, that added to the thrill of it.
Liam cut the light off just as I opened the door. I looked around and didn’t see anyone coming, so I grabbed his hand and we ran for it. We jumped into his truck just as someone came out of the restaurant and we watched as they went into the closet we’d just come out of. They wrinkled their nose before they backed out of the closet, their head whipping around as they tried to find the source of the chaos we’d left behind in our wake.
And the only thing I could think to do was laugh as Liam backed out of the parking space and took us back to our cabin.
We got out of the truck and he took my hand. We ran up to the front door like a couple of teenagers trying to stay out of trouble. We stumbled into the cabin and Liam shut the door behind us but, in an instant, his hands were all over me once again. He stripped me of my dress and practically growled at my body. Then he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He strode back into the room and tossed me onto the bed, his lips connecting with mine in heated lust as I ripped his clothes off his body.
I didn’t want to think about anything that didn’t have to do with this beautiful man in front of me. I ran my hands up and down his strong chest as his lips swelled against mine, trying to erase the inevitable from the forefront of my mind.
It made me upset that he was leaving tomorrow but that couldn’t be helped. I was on vacation and he was a hermit.
What in the world did I think was going to happen?
We spent the rest of the night rolling around in bed and exploring one another’s bodies. He folded me into positions I couldn’t have concocted in my wildest dreams and I sucked on his cock until he begged for mercy. We drenched the sheets with our sweat and fluids while our bodies shook against one another’s and, once we were finished, we ventured out into the main room. We dragged the blankets off the beds and took them with us. Liam started a fire in the fireplace. I closed all the blinds on the windows so we could have some privacy.
Night had fallen heavily around the resort and all we could hear was the whipping of the wind whistling against the windows.
The fire crackled as I wrapped my naked body up in a blanket. I settled next to Liam, who had managed to pull all the cushions off the furniture for us to lay on. He grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around him before we settled beside the fire and I watched as the shadow of the flames danced around his face.
“A perfect ending to a perfect night,” he said.
“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” I said.
We lay there quietly for several minutes as I tried to find a way to say what I wanted to say. As if reading my silence, Liam hooked a finger under my chin and tilted my eyes up toward his.
“What’re you thinking about?” he asked.
“Just… a scenario. Though I’m not really sure how you’ll react.”
“What kind of scenario?”
“I mean, I know we only agreed to a couple of days but I am technically here for a couple more weeks.”
“Yes,” he said.
“So, technically, you wouldn’t have to go back tomorrow if you didn’t want to,” I said.
“Whitney, I already said yes.”
“Wait… what?” I asked.
He chuckled before he brought his hand to cup my face, then his lips quickly followed behind. I scooted my body closer to his, snuggling against his strength while our tongues slowly massaged one another’s.
“However long you’d like me to stay, I’ll stay,” he said.
“Really?” I asked.
“Whitney, I’ve enjoyed every single day I’ve had with you. If it doesn’t have to end tomorrow, then I’ve got nowhere to be.”
I threw my arms around his neck and squealed into his skin. I rolled him over and straddled his blanketed body, feeling my blanket slip from my skin. My breasts were dangling from my body, hovering salaciously close to Liam’s lips.
I watched him wrap his tongue around one of them, pulling a moan from my lips before he started massaging the other one.
“I don’t know if… I can… do… ugh.”
“Why don’t you just let me explore you, then?” he asked.
“If that’s what you wish,” I said breathlessly.
He laid me down in front of the fire. I could see the happiness and lust that danced in his eyes as he took in the sight of my body. His hands were gentle and kind, thorough in their exploration before he began to massage my muscles. I closed my eyes and felt his ministrations come up my arm and slowly slide down my legs.
But it wasn’t until I felt his lips at my pussy that my eyes whipped open.
“Liam, I’m so sensitive. Please have mercy.”
“Just one more for me tonight,” he said. “Just one more.”
His tongue licked up my slit and I jolted at the sensation. As my hands wound into his hair and my legs spread themselves wide for him, I was blinded by the pleasure he was affording me. The fire crackled while my body undulated and, soon, I was whispering his name like a prayer as I climbed that mountain once again.
This man was going to kill me before I could get home.
But I would enjoy the ride as long as I was on it.
CHAPTER 27
LIAM
I woke up with Whitney’s head upon my chest. The fire had died down during the night and we’d fallen asleep against one another after the full-body massage turned into another hour-long session of passion. My body ached in all the right places and my cock was tired from last night’s activities. I ran my fingers through Whitney’s hair, thinking about how we could spend our next two weeks together.
I was ecstatic she’d invited me to stay with her because I wasn’t ready to let her go. I wanted to know more about her and I wanted to continue experiencing life with her. I wanted to hear more about her best friend and I wanted to keep walking around town with her. I wanted to take her back to my cabin one last time and paint it with her body. I wanted to take her on every surface her body hadn’t touched yet so the walls could soak up memories of her.
Memories
of her I could indulge in after she left.
I knew we were only prolonging the inevitable but I couldn’t help it. She had been a wrench in the plans I’d made for my life and, now, I was starting to see things a bit differently. I was actually enjoying being around other people and I found myself wanting to talk to her about things. Before, I’d sworn off women, thinking I wasn’t worthy of the beauty they could bring into my life.
But Whitney came in on a whirlwind of a snowstorm and turned my life upside down. She’d interjected herself into my space unknowingly and reformatted the entire place. Now, I couldn’t imagine that cabin without her in it. I couldn’t imagine waking up without her in my arms. I didn’t know if I could go back to cooking for just one and I didn’t know if I could go back to the nightmares that plagued me before she showed up.
But how was I going to communicate all of this to her without pushing her away?
I felt Whitney slowly beginning to stir against me. She sighed and groaned, her body stretching while it cracked with the stiffness of our activities. With each crack, she moaned a little deeper and I chuckled at her sounds. Her eyes were still closed and, for a second, I thought she was going to drift back to sleep, but then her head lifted up off my chest.
“Wanna go get some breakfast?” she asked.
“I think that requires you to open your eyes first,” I said.
“I’ll get there. One step at a time. I need coffee. They have coffee at breakfast.”
Chuckling, I slowly sat us up. I could tell her body was still exhausted from the night before. The marks I’d left on her body were red, glaring at me as a surge of pride swelled within my chest. Her shoulders and her chest were covered in them and I bet if I spread her thighs wide, they’d be there as well. I raised my hand and allowed myself to trace their outlines, feeling her skin shivering against my touch as I explored the evidence of our salacious activities.
“Are they bad?” she asked.
“In all the best ways,” I said.
“You’re such a man.”
“And you love every second of it.”
Her naked body was soon covered up with a blanket before she turned around and looked at me. She threw me a smile that made me tingle and I watched her pad back into the bedroom before I gathered myself off the floor, picking up my blanket in my arms before I started after her.
She was silently dressing while I began putting on clothes of my own and, soon, she was standing there ready to leave.
I went over and wrapped my arms around her before my lips descended onto hers.
“How are you feeling?”
She smiled up at me with a smile that lit up her eyes before she threaded her arms around my neck.
“Sore. Got a pretty good workout yesterday. How are you feeling?”
“Hungry,” I said. “Got any good food around here?”
“Yeah, but I’m too sore to cook. What do you say we go into town and get some pancakes?”
“My mouth’s already salivating,” I said.
We hopped into my truck and went on a little adventure. Instead of Whitney taking out her phone, we took random twists and turns throughout town. We passed by a couple of breakfast places that didn’t look too appetizing but then we approached a little diner that had a neon sign still lit up, even though the sun was shining brightly.
“It’s always those places that have the best food,” she said. “Turn in there.”
I parked the truck and we walked in. The moment I smelled the air, I knew we’d picked the right spot.
A perky waitress came and took our order before setting a carafe full of coffee at our table. Whitney had to get through two cups of coffee before she started to look even remotely alive, but I had a good time simply watching her. The fact that she wasn’t a morning person gave me time to study her more and I started to notice things about her I hadn’t caught before. Like the light scar she had just above her left eyebrow. Or the way her right eye was a little lazier than her left. Or the way her lips were chapped slightly from the cold, dry air that was currently settling over Gatlinburg.
I got to take in all of these things while she slowly woke up.
“You got to ask me a question last night I never got to toss back your way,” I said.
“Then shoot. I’ve got two cups in me and I’m feeling good.”
“What are your plans for the future?” I asked.
The waitress came up just as I asked the question and took our order. Whitney wanted two scrambled eggs with cheese and a stack of pancakes and I ordered an omelet with hash browns. Whitney was absolutely appalled that I wasn’t eating pancakes and I admitted that I was going to steal some of hers.
That little altercation resulted in her ordering a second stack of pancakes, just in case we ran out.
“Two stacks of pancakes?” I asked.
“Don’t underestimate me,” she said. “I can put them away.”
“So,” I said. “Don’t skirt the question. What are your plans for the future? Have you ever thought about opening your own practice?”
“Honestly, I don’t really know what I’m going to do. But whatever decision I do make, I have to do it fast. I’ve got just enough money to make it three more months. Then I’m gonna be in trouble.”
“Have you job searched at all?”
“Not really,” she said. “This vacation was just supposed to be all about relaxing. You know, taking it slow and getting my mind off things before I got back to reality.”
“Back to reality?” I asked.
“Yeah. Gwen convinced me to take a chunk of time off and just get away. Clear my head and take a break from the slump I was in before I started giving legitimate thought to what I wanted to do with the rest of my life.”
I nodded but my mind started reading into her words. If she came here for the sole purpose of vacation, then I was just a fling; something she’d do as a fun little activity while she was here before she went back to her world and left me behind. I was just a way for her to get her past behind her before she left me and went chasing after her future.
A future that didn’t include the likes of me.
“A part of me has wondered if I should start my own practice but, at this point, I’d have to take out a small loan to get it up and running. I don’t have enough money in my savings account any longer to fully front the cost.”
“Uh huh,” I said.
“Plus, the only law I’ve practiced up until this point is corporate law and I don’t know if I’d want to set up a business around that type of law. It just left such a bad taste in my mouth.”
“Yeah,” I said.
“But I’ve got two weeks with you before I have to think about that kind of stuff,” she said, smiling.
And there it was. Confirmation that I was nothing but a temporary distraction.
Here was what I knew for sure; Whitney was impacting me in a way I would’ve never thought possible. But I also knew I wasn’t going to be strung along like this. I might’ve been just a nice little fuck for her but she was breathing life back into me. I was beginning to incorporate her into routines and aspects of my life I hadn’t exposed to anyone except Paxton. I wasn’t about to sit here with a woman who was just using me as a side fuck before she went back off to her life and left me here to flounder by myself.
I had to protect myself. I had to nip this in the bud and get back to the way things were before she came rolling into my life. If my nightmares were going to return, I needed to start coping with that as soon as possible. If she was really going to be gone, I needed to be coping with that as soon as possible too.
“Liam, are you okay?” she asked.
Our food arrived at the table and I started eating before I could answer her. She continued to drone on about the pros and cons of opening her own practice. She talked about the branches of law she might want to try out but how there were other certifications she’d have to get before she could practice any of them. She babbled on about things she’
d do to help Gwen with her business when she got back, but never once did she insinuate that we’d keep in touch once she left Gatlinburg. I reached for my wallet but Whitney jutted her hand out. She insisted on paying and I wasn’t willing to argue over such a minor point with her. She left a twenty on the table and told the waitress to keep the change. Then, the two of us headed back to my truck.
She tried to take my hand but I pulled away from her.
“Liam? What’s wrong? Was it something I said?”
“Could you take out your phone and get us back to the resort?” I asked. “I’ve got no clue where we are.”
“Yeah, sure,” she said. “Liam, did I say something wrong?”
But all I did was let out a sigh before I wrapped my hands around my steering wheel.
“Okay,” she said. “It says we should back out and go left.”
So, that’s exactly what I did. I followed every direction she gave me until the resort came into view. Then, I went into autopilot and drove us through the resort. I could feel the air in the truck growing thicker with tension but it wasn’t something I wanted to address. This was her vacation and she didn’t deserve it. The first week had been rough, with her getting lost and injuring her ankle. She’d been through a great deal in her life and worked hard to get where she had and then she was dealt a blow with the bullshit her boss asked her to do.
She deserved to get away and get her head straight but what she wasn’t allowed to do was drag someone along for the ride. She wasn’t allowed to pull someone into her gravitational orbit and keep them there just for her own pleasure. I was a person, a human being with feelings, invested in the time we spent together. And maybe this was the point. Maybe this was the world reminding me that I was a terrible person and I deserved nothing but loneliness. Maybe this was my penance for the choices I made during that bullshit deployment that forever changed my outlook on life.
But, if I got to choose the length of this punishment, then I chose the shortest amount of time available.
