I know I should struggle to stop him but my arms wrap around him instead as I pull him closer to me. As close as he can get, that’s how I want to feel him. His breath is warm and he tastes like syrup and orange juice, sweet and citrusy and amazing.
I hear the sound of a little motor humming then feel the heat of the sun go away as the canopy moves out to cover us. It’s like my little fantasy only way better.
His tongue twirls expertly with mine and his hands are absolutely everywhere. My tits, my ass, my waist, my hair. He pulls the rubber band off my ponytail and runs one hand through my hair.
I do the same thing with my hands, feeling the softness of his dark hair. I cannot believe I’m doing this. This was not on my agenda today. Not at all. I was going to make sure this didn’t happen. What am I doing?
My body hasn’t felt a man’s touch in over two years and it’s begging for more. I find myself arching up as he moves over me. His hard cock grinds into me and I go even hotter.
He groans as he dry humps me and I moan with how good it feels. I know this is wrong. I know this is all he wants then it will all be over. He’ll move on to his next conquest and I’ll feel more alone than I ever did before.
His fingers move over the front of my shirt, leaving the buttons undone in their fast moving path. Seems he can do many things fast!
Not me, though. I want him to slow way down with me and then I find the woman inside of me who knows what she’s alive for. And it’s not to be this man’s toy.
Pulling my tongue back to my own mouth, I press my lips together and he pulls his head up to see why I’ve done that.
“Mercy, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
Pushing against his wide chest that is so well muscled it should be illegal, I whisper, “I have to.”
“No, you don’t. I’m not trying to have sex with you. Only make out with you. Get to know you and your body and how it reacts to my touch and how mine reacts to yours. Nothing more than that, I swear.” His mouth comes back down on mine and I let him kiss me again.
He said it would be nothing more than kissing and touching. I can handle that. I think.
He continues with the last button on my shirt then I feel his hand pushing my bra up and his palm covers my breast with a nice firm squeeze. My arms tighten around him as I moan with how great it feels.
Soft, gentle squeezes he makes then his thumb runs over the nipple which is more erect than it’s ever been in my entire life and it’s throbbing under his thumb. My stomach is quivering as he starts to grind into me again.
I know I’m going to climax. It’s just a matter of time and that’s going to be so embarrassing. I haven’t had sex in so damn long anything will set me off. So I stop the kiss and bring my hands around in front of me and push at his chest again.
“I really can’t be doing this. I feel like I’m leading you on. This can’t go anywhere.”
“And why is that?” he asks then ignores my gentle push for him to get off me and starts kissing my neck.
Oh my, God, that’s even worse!
My body begins to sweat as his lips and tongue run over my neck, as he leaves tiny nips along the trail he’s blazing. “Jude, it just can’t. You’re making things hard for us both.”
“I’m trying, darlin’ you should just be quiet and go with this,” he mumbles as he continues to make me insane with his tortuous neck kisses.
His thumb moves in a rough motion around and around my nipple that’s aching it wants his mouth on it so badly. On its own, my hand runs to the one he has on my breast and presses it harder. He groans and his cock jerks against me then he makes the move.
Our eyes meet as he changes from kissing my neck to sucking my breast. His are intense and dark brown with lust. I think mine are most likely filled with fear and there’s got to be some lust in mine too. Only I’m fighting my desire and he’s completely giving into his.
I arch up as his hot mouth takes my breast and I make a throaty cry as his teeth nip my swollen nipple. “God damn, that feels so fucking good, Jude.”
Did I just say that out loud?
His tongue goes crazy on me. My body starts shaking and I know this man is not going to let up on me. One of his hands moves between us then he starts rubbing in between my legs crazy hard and fast and I can’t take it anymore and climax.
His quick fingers unbutton my shorts and in goes his fast hand. Pushing his fingers through my hot and now very wet folds, he pushes one of those fingers into me and starts wiggling it in some motion that has the orgasm continuing.
I want to tell him to stop as I’m breathing like a race horse and raking my hands across his back like a person trying to dig themselves out of a grave. But all I can do is accept this gift he’s giving me. A perfect and extremely welcome gift.
As he eases his stimulations, my body grows quiet as does my mouth. His mouth leaves my breast and his head raises to look at me. “There, now that you’re relaxed we can enjoy the rest of our date. I plan on keeping you all day long and into the night. Now, what do you say to that, Mercy?”
Only one word comes to mind. “Yes.”
JUDE
With Mercy fully relaxed, we have managed to have a remarkable day. She made me take her back to the dock so she could use the bathroom to freshen up but other than that, she hasn’t said one word about going back home.
The sun is setting over the water as we eat a couple of hot dogs I bought from a vendor at the marina and we sip on some beers I bought from the marina store as we end the first part of our date.
After taking the last bite, she puts her head on my shoulder and sighs. “This used to be the most favorite part of my days when I was a kid. There was a clear river near where we lived and almost daily, I’d make the short hike through the woods to it and sit by it as the sun left the sky.”
“I too love a good sunset,” I say then put the last bit of hotdog into my mouth and wrap my arm around her.
We sit in silence while the sun disappears. It’s the most comfortable silence I’ve ever been a part of. “Come on,” I say as I get up off the dock and pull her up with me. “I need to get you home so you can shower and change then I’m taking you out dancing.”
“No, really, I can’t do that. I really cannot do that, Jude,” she says as her eyes go crazy wide.
“You don’t dance or what?” I ask as I wrap my arm around her shoulders and continue taking her to my car. “We don’t have to dance. We can drink a little and gaze into each other’s eyes a little. When a slow song comes on, I can hold you and rock with you with a little swaying motion. Nothing hard.”
“I can dance,” she says as she rolls her eyes. “I just can’t go out like that. If I go home I need to stay there. I couldn’t possibly go back out after being gone all day like I have.”
Opening the car door for her, I pull her to the side and press my body against hers as I kiss her neck with soft kisses. “Why is that?”
“Because it’s like that. And I really should be getting home. I’d like to be all settled in very soon. The time has gotten away from me.”
My kisses are doing nothing to settle her down so I stop making an attempt to get her to change her mind that way and try a different tactic. I help her into the car then get in myself.
With a smile, I take her hand and kiss it then say, “I get it, Mercy. You aren’t a social butterfly. Going out to clubs isn’t your thing.”
She sighs a deep and long sigh then says, “Thank you for understanding, Jude. That’s just not my scene.”
“It’s cool, Baby. I can go to the liquor store and pick us up some wine and maybe a little popcorn and we can watch a movie at your place. We don’t have to go out. Or would you like to come out to my place? We have a home theater and a bowling alley.” I pull out of the parking lot and find her chewing nervously on her lower lip.
“How can I put this without making you think that I didn’t enjoy our time together because I did. I really did. Way more than I thought I w
ould. I do like you. And we can talk on the phone if you want. But I have to get home. I can call you around nine and we can talk all night, if you want to,” she says then smiles at me with a devastating smile that is sure to haunt my dreams tonight.
If I manage to sleep at all as I think about what the hell this chick is hiding. A thought pops into my head so I ask, “Do you have asthma or some other condition and have to wear a funny looking breathing treatment mask? Is that why you don’t want me to come over? Are you afraid I won’t like you anymore if I see you have a special contraption you need because of a medical condition? Because I will not stop liking you over a thing like that. I swear to you it won’t affect me at all.”
“I don’t have a weird mask I have to wear, no,” she says with a laugh. “Just take me to my car. We can have a good night kiss and then we can go our separate ways. Maybe next weekend or the weekend after that we can see each other again. If you want.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I ask as I make a sideways glance at her. “I want to see you tomorrow. I want to take you out to my place so we can ride horses. I want to introduce you to my parents. They always have Sunday bar-b-ques and it’s very laid back. You’ll love it. And I know they’re going to love you.”
“That is so nice of you, Jude,” she says with this really high voice. “But I can’t do that. Maybe we could schedule that for next Sunday. I can only do something one day out of the weekend. The other I’ll need to stay home.”
“Were you raised super strict or what, Mercy?” I ask with my own high voice. “I mean, who can only go out one day out of the weekend? And what about after work? I want to pick you up and take you out to dinner and maybe a movie or something. I want to see you every day. I want us to hang out together a lot. Not once a damn week. That shit’s for the birds!”
“Aw,” she says then runs her hand over my cheek. “How sweet you are, Jude!”
“Cool, so you get it now. I like you. I want to spend time with you. Lots and lots of time with you. I’m glad you finally understand me. It feels much better to be on the same page.”
“No, it changes nothing. I have a tight schedule. So, if you want, you can schedule me and you for next Sunday. Whatever you want to do will be fine with me. I do like you too. I would love nothing more than to spend a lot more time with you and get to know you better. Unfortunately, at this time, that’s impossible.”
I pull up in the parking lot of a Piggly Wiggly grocery store and stop the car then turn to face her as much as I can in a car. “Why?”
She gets this deer in the headlights look and her mouth drops open. All I have to say is she better have a fucking great-ass excuse or I don’t know what I’m going to do!
To be continued…
Fire Part 3
MERCY
Staring back at Jude as he glares at me, I have no idea of what to say to the man. His want to see me again, and often, is unexpected. I never in a million years saw this coming.
I thought he’d be glad I didn’t want to take up all of his time. So I make an offer instead of giving him the real answer as to why I can’t see him more than once a week, “Jude, how about this? How about we do lunch a few days out of the week?”
“Tell me why Mercy,” he says with an icy glare.
“Tell me why you’re so adamant that we see each other so damn much,” I counter.
“I’ve told you. I like you and I want to get to know you much better. You’re being so damn difficult, it’s making me wonder if you’re hiding a husband at home or something even worse than that,” he says then he reaches across the armrest and takes my hand in his as his eyes grow soft and he loses the glare. “Mercy, this is crazy to be arguing over. Yes, I’ll take the lunches with you. Be prepared for me to pick you up every single day and take you somewhere nice. Maybe then you’ll see I’m only trying to get to know you.”
I should’ve just had sex with him on the damn boat. Then he’d be rushing to get me to my car instead of doing all this. I know that, how come he doesn’t?
“Okay, then. Lunches. Not every single day, though. Once a week, on Tuesdays, I have a lunch meeting with the owners of the spa. Then on Thursdays,” I stop there because that’s the day I go to the daycare and eat lunch with the kids. So I make something up.
“I go to my dentist and get my teeth cleaned and whitened.”
There, that should do it!
He laughs as he shakes his head. “Do you expect me to believe you go to the dentist for that once a week? Your teeth are brilliantly white and really gorgeous but once a week? Come on. Let me in on the real reason Thursday lunches are out.” His thumb grazes my knuckles as he continues to hold my hand.
Maybe I should tell him. Maybe he’ll give up then. Or maybe he’ll push to meet them. I can’t have that. This man is very pushy already!
He’s right, no one goes to the dentist that much. I’m so not practiced at lying!
“You’re right, that’s not what I do at lunch on Thursdays,” I say as I chew on my lip and try to come up with something quick.
“I knew it!” he says with a triumphant shout. His free hand does a fist pump into the air and I find myself laughing.
“Really, Jude?”
He nods. “Tell me the real reason.”
“The real reason is pretty embarrassing to me. Do you really have to know?” I ask, stalling for time to come up with something that sounds viable.
I suppose the word, embarrassing, hit him and I watch him change from the have to know man, to a man who must value his privacy some too. “No, you don’t have to tell me if it will embarrass you. I’m sorry. Sometimes I push too hard. I’m used to getting my way. Now, I realize I’m being pretty bratty. It’s a thing I hate to see in others and here I am being the same way.”
“Wow,” I mumble. Then I lean forward and touch his lips with mine for only a moment. “That was something to see, Jude. Thank you for understanding.”
With a nod, he turns back and repositions himself in the driver’s seat and takes off again. “So, can I call you tonight then? Or are you tired of me?”
“I’m not tired of you,” I say as I reach over and take his hand. “And yes, please call me around nine tonight. If you want to, that is. No pressure.”
He frowns and glances at me then back at the road. “Not like the pressure I’ve been putting on you, huh?”
I’m not sure what to say to that. The man has been putting on the pressure. So I try to ease the tension he has going on in his body with a laugh. “Jude, your pressure is something I never thought would happen today. The fact you’d argue with me just to spend more time with me is a thing I find almost endearing. No one has ever fought for more time with me.”
He squeezes my hand as he says, “I’m not like most men. I’m a hunter deep down. When I spot what I want, I always get it. And I want you, Mercy. I want to get to know you and see where that leads.”
A chill runs through me with his words. He’s a hunter. He’s looking at me like prey, I guess. I don’t know if I like that.
My silence has him glancing at me again as he asks, “Did what I say put you off?”
I shake my head but it did a little. I can’t be stalked. Things have to be safe in my little world with the kids. I can’t have some man set on making me his.
I have to do something to get him not to like me so much. I’m not sure what, though. There are so many things men hate for women to do.
Whine, be clingy, be lazy, and I don’t think I can do any of those things!
Pulling into the Denny’s parking lot, I see my car is still there, safe and sound. He parks next to it then pulls my hand to his lips. “Let me let you out.”
I nod and he lets my hand go and gets out then comes around to my side of the car. Taking my hand, he pulls me up and then he has me wrapped in his arms. His eyes search mine for the longest time.
I see so much in his dark eyes with the bright yellow Denny’s sign reflecting in them. I wish I could
spend more time with him right now. I wish I didn’t have the responsibilities I have. Or the guilt for leaving the kids with someone else while I mess around.
Then I feel awful for thinking that and I sigh and lean my head on his shoulder. He doesn’t say a word. He only holds me and rocks back and forth a little. His lips touch the top of my head and I find myself wanting to tell him everything.
Only I can’t yet. It’s too soon.
He knows I have a secret. I can feel it in the way he’s holding me. He’s trying to let me know it will all be alright. But it won’t. Not anytime soon, it won’t. My life isn’t really all mine.
My life is part of two others. Two, very important people to me. Two little people who have no one else, nor do I for that matter.
He starts moving with me, dancing me backward toward my car. I put my hand on his shoulder as he hums a slow tune and takes me to my car. His lips touch my cheek then his hand takes my chin and I look up at him.
His mouth comes to mine and we kiss. Sweet, slow, with just the right amount of tongue. A good night kiss at seven in the evening, in a Denny’s parking lot, on a Saturday night.
Man, I’m lame!
JUDE
Fighting the urge to follow her out of the parking lot and back to her place, I watch Mercy drive away from me. She’s got a lot on her shoulders and isn’t willing to tell me a thing about it.
I think I’m going to have to light a fire under that girl to get her to trust me. She seems set on taking things way too slow for me.
My chest feels heavy for some reason. I guess it’s because this is the first time I’ve ever really felt disappointed in my thirty years. That’s a little hard to even wrap my head around.
In thirty years, I have always managed to get my way and this little lady shuts me down pretty damn easily. What’s happened to me?
I’m not the guy who takes no for an answer!
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