by Lexie Ray
Not really understanding the trance she was in, Haley continued to do as he asked. Moaning around his cock, she moved her fingers over her still very wet nest. A relaxing shift in the universe pounded against her as she touched herself. She really hadn’t realized how much more aroused she had gotten since her orgasm. The ability to touch herself was a much needed one, indeed. She ached to be sent over the edge once again – she needed the release.
She felt her head being grabbed and her hair being pulled slightly at her scalp. He was holding her in place, but why, she wondered curiously. Just then he began to thrust into her mouth. She tensed, but he was gentle, careful not to choke her. Trusting him, she let him control the pace and continued to work her swollen button with her fingers.
His hand tangled more and more in her hair as he continued to fuck her mouth. She felt him tense slightly and begin to pull away. She stopped rubbing herself immediately so that she could grab his ass with both hands to steady him. He was not going anywhere, not if she had anything to do with it. She continued sucking, forcing his length – as well as his large girth – down her throat far as she could get it. He gasped as she took him deeper and gagged against the head of his cock.
Mustering up quite a bit of resolution, she dragged her lips back to his tip and said in a low, seductive voice, “I want to taste you.” She knew that was all it would take. She looked at him with begging eyes as she kneeled before him and deep throated him with every thrust. She struggled to relax her throat enough so that she could get him in all the way. He was quite large and it managed to be a difficult task, but even through her choked gasps, she knew her attempts were not made in vain. His hand continued to fist her hair, only more roughly now.
"Fuck," Preston cried out. He pulled out just before his climax, and with lioness courage, she opened her mouth wide. He stroked himself with vigor for only a few more thrusts before he shot his heated fluids all over her cheek and into her mouth. She licked her lips and smiled with incredible self-satisfaction.
"I am going to fuck you so damn hard," Preston told her, standing up to pull his trousers the rest of the way down. He stepped out of them with enthusiasm. She looked at him, surprise plastered on her face. She was wide-eyed and staring at his length. He was hard again.
He moved passed her cockily and sat down on the large couch. Perplexed, she turned around and looked at him. “Do you need a nap first or something?” she sneered. He laughed, grabbed her hands, and with illuminating force, pulled her on top of him.
“Straddle me,” he spoke confidently. She loved how masculine and sure of himself he was. Haley’s right leg looped over him and bent to tuck beneath itself. She kissed him tenderly. “I love you,” she said softly, her left leg following the movements of her right. She was straddling him now; their heats formed together in a passionate dance.
She was ready to have him, and he her. Preston held her above him with his cock gliding over her slit, stimulating her erect and throbbing clit. Haley practically screamed at him in frustration when he pulled away as she attempted to urge her hips downward to force him inside.
He rubbed his cock over her clit again, and she whined in agony. "Preston, for the love of God, fuck me!" she demanded breathlessly. Her eyes were dark with a desire that she had never known before. The necessity of his cock inside of her was growing by the second. She needed him.
"You really are naughty," he whispered, admiring her efforts. He stopped resisting, and with four words, “I love you, too,” he allowed her to sink down onto his cock in one smooth motion that made both of them moan out loud. She wanted to cry as emotions soaked into her from every pore.
She grinded down against him, not needing any further encouragement. He loved her. That was all that mattered. His hands went to her waist, giving her the leverage she needed to bounce up and down on his shaft. Haley worked his cock into herself slowly at first, but once it became excruciating for both of them, she picked up the pace.
It felt great to ride him. She had never felt such sexual freedom before. He really had inspired her to be more open and courageous. For that, she would always be grateful. She started to wonder whether or not these moments were merely stolen moments – or if it was only the beginning of the rest of their lives. She wondered what was going to happen, and where this would all lead – but his hands grasping at her hips firmly knocked her away from her inquisitions.
Before she knew it, Preston had managed to get on his feet with her in his arms. She reveled in the fact that they hadn’t broken apart from one another’s sexual entrapment. He held her tightly, turned around, and slammed her back into the couch so that she was facing him. He wrapped her long slender legs around him. He kissed her slowly and intimately, his cock still buried inside of her. He hadn’t moved his hips at all during the sensual kiss, but as soon as they pulled apart he pulled out and thrust back in forcefully. Haley moaned and threw her head back in pleasure.
His speed was relentless, and his precision was on point as he hit her precious love button with every plunge. She was lost in an ocean of ecstasy, and the waves continued to thrash against her. Preston’s hands gripped her thighs once again, and he squeezed them tightly as he moved feverishly between them.
“Take it!” he screamed.
“Preston!” she yelled. “Oh, God. Oh my God!”
“Touch yourself!” he demanded. “Now!”
She reached between their sweaty bodies to find her erect clit. She began rubbing circles over its wet head, which sent tingles down her spine all the way through to her toes. She was beginning to lose it; she was nearing the edge. With one final hard thrust, she climaxed with a most powerful fire hotter than any she had ever known. She tightened her legs around him as she thrashed uncontrollably. Her walls had closed in and clamped down on his cock through her orgasm, and then she felt it: she felt his seed fill her with flowing intensity.
He fell off of her, both of them squeezing together on the cramped couch. They were silent for a moment, their breath the only sound left in the room, which had only moments before been filled with lustful moans and shameless screaming.
“Did that satiate your fantasies for a while?” she asked him in jest. He raised an eyebrow and scoffed.
“I thought we were just getting started,” he replied before untangling himself from her and leaping up from the couch. It was then that she smelled the fusion of their sweat and juices in the air. The smell of sex. There was no mistaking that smell. Now, she really had to clean.
“Go on a date with me?” he turned to ask, as he threw his wadded up clothes over his shoulder.
She smiled and nodded. “When?” she asked.
“As soon as you’re ready to go!” he responded with child-like enthusiasm. He continued off out of the living room and towards his bedroom, his white ass bouncing beautifully as he walked.
Chapter 9
Preston had covered all bases here. Lucas was staying with Trent for the night. And Mrs. Parker, Sophie’s best friend Riley’s mother, was to pick Sophie up after her piano practice and keep her overnight. Haley only wondered what Marissa would think of their absence – not only the kids’, but hers and Preston’s as well.
She didn’t really understand while he was making the plans, why the kids needed to be gone for so long, but she soon got her answer. After a three-hour drive, she finally understood. Unfortunately, it wasn’t even as if they had embarked on a wonderful road trip of sorts; in fact, the ride became ridiculously boring as soon as they left the city and headed through cornfields.
It seemed to take a lifetime to reach their destination, but they did reach their destination: a small gravel road. A gravel. Fucking. Road. The pathway was surrounded by nothing but field and distant trees. Where were they? She hadn’t a clue.
All that she knew was that her hopes of her and Preston being a short-lived fantasy may soon be realized. Perhaps tonight wouldn’t be magical, and perhaps she could finally gain the insight that she needed to let him go and continue in life a
s nothing but his friend. Perhaps, she thought – perhaps.
Coming to a slow but sudden stop in the middle of the road, he turned off the ignition and looked at her. “Ready?” he asked, smiling. He seemed excited, but as she looked around she couldn’t for the life of her understand why. There was nothing there. They were – in all honesty and for the first time in her life – in the middle of nowhere. He opened the car door, and jumped out. She rolled her eyes and followed suit. Let’s get this over with.
It was a beautiful night, admittedly. Of course, the successful planner he was, he probably looked up the weather forecast before putting the evening into action. She was a bit perturbed, but she didn’t quite understand why. She should have just been enjoying the star-lit night.
She peered up to the sky – something she rarely did nowadays. And all negative thoughts quickly left her. Being this far from the city gave a clear view of an astronomical view unlike any other. She was impressed by it. The stars speckled famously across a silk blanket of navy. Cotton seemed to break apart atop the blanket to create a beautiful scene of a snow-like appearance. It was like an artist specifically painted the sky that night and plastered it above them as if they were on the set of a high-budget movie. It was surreal.
Trudging through the field’s grass, she started to wonder, with annoyance, where they were going. “Why are we still walking?” she whined, before coming to a halt.
He finally stopped and pointed to a metallic shell sticking out of the ground. She furrowed her brow in confusion, and she knew the look of disappointment had to have danced across her face, because he laughed in response. It looked like a fallout shelter of some kind. In the middle of a field. In the middle of nowhere...
She looked at him again, hoping for some clarity. “After you...” he said, pulling the lid up with a small heaving breath. He pointed to the ladder, signaling for her to climb down. She couldn’t believe how accurate he was at sounding gentlemanly when in reality there was something very suspicious about this “date”.
“Are you shitting me?” she asked, the twinge of annoyance that she was feeling not hidden in the least.
“Just trust me,” he laughed.
“Trust you? You brought me to the middle of a field in the middle of nowhere, made me walk a mile through weeds and grass, and now you want me to jump into a dark hole. Are you kidding me? How do I know that you’re not going to kill me and leave my body here where no one will find me? I’ve seen Lifetime movies, this sort of thing happens all the ti-” she began to rant, but his free hand reached out to quiet her. To make his point even clearer, his finger even found its way to her lips to shush her. She smacked it away, angry. She hated being shushed. He laughed spiritedly and flung the lid backwards so that it would stay open. “You can follow me or not; the choice is yours.” His performance was that of a game show host as he spoke. He was trying to entice her with the unknown, and she hated to believe that it was actually working.
He climbed down the stairs and disappeared into the darkness. In reality, she didn’t have a choice. He had the keys. It was either stick with him, sit there for hours until he popped out of a hole in the ground, or walk home – which was obviously too far away. There really was no appealing option, so, chancing it, she climbed onto the ladder and eased down it slowly. She was scared she might fall, but even more than that – she was scared that a spider, or any other creepy crawling critter for that matter, might latch onto her somewhere.
She quivered with a bone-chilling fear. It was dark in there – extremely dark. She couldn’t see the ladder she was climbing down. She couldn’t see anything. All there seemed to be was the distant view of the sky above, and it was getting smaller and smaller with every step she was making downwards. She was almost starting to panic.
It was then though that her descent ended and her feet touched a concrete surface. As if summoned by her questioning, flustered mind, Preston appeared with a light shining harshly in her face. Smacking the flashlight away from her eyes, she spoke to him. “Let’s get this show on the road,” she grumbled.
He turned and she followed his shadowy body across the tomb-like concrete room. “You ready?” he asked. She was confused. Ready for what, exactly? They were amidst darkness. And only darkness. There was a hint of a chocolate smell in the air, but she couldn’t place where it was coming from – or why she smelled it beneath the ground.
And then she saw him bend down, and suddenly the entire shelter was lit by strung up Christmas lights. She couldn’t help but let out a whispered “wow” as she looked at the long corridors all decorated with lights. Beyond them, only ten feet away, was a picnic blanket with loads of silk pillows scattered about; all of this was displayed around two metallic vesicles, each with candles burning beneath it.
She felt a soothingly warm presence around her hand; he had interlaced his fingers with hers as she looked at the sight before her. There were rose petals surrounding the blanketed pallet on the floor; they were scattered intentionally in swirly loops all around. She couldn’t believe it. Gorgeous, intelligent, and romantic.
She remembered that in their many discussions, they had fallen on topics of romance. Haley had always thought of his gestures as simple ploys to bed women when he was younger. When he married Marissa, though, they had grown into gestures in the name of forgiveness of misdirection. She had never thought of him as truly romantic, and even now she wondered what his ultimate goal was.
Deciding not to dwell on it for too much longer, she stepped towards the metal vesicles to peer inside. One cheese. One chocolate. They steamed beautifully within their respective pots. “Entrée, and dessert,” he whispered with a bit of a shy undertone present.
She sat down, excitedly, folding her legs beneath her in an Indian-style position. He followed suit and sifted through the mounds of pillow to unveil a bucket of ice, which he had seemed to hide for effect. The bucket held an expensive looking bottle of wine, something that Haley personally would never be able to afford.
It had already been uncorked and set out to breathe, she assumed. “A glass of wine, madam?” he asked whilst expressing a strong faux British butler accent. She giggled; they hated to admit it – but he and Lucas were very similar. “You know, Lucas does that,” she replied, still laughing, before reaching for one of the glasses that she discovered lying between them, halfway buried in the blankets. Thank God she didn’t sit on that.
He looked at her, pretending to be unamused before snatching the glass from her hand – once again in a dramatic fashion – and filling it to the rim. “Whoa, easy there, tiger. We can’t have you taking advantage of me. We’re in the middle of an abandoned field,” she joked, watching his full lips curve into his signature smirk. “You know, I have noticed something about you,” she continued.
“Oh, really? Do tell.” He continued smirking, grabbing the remaining glass and filling it halfway.
“You’re quite the drama queen. You always make a big production out of your actions. Now, this isn’t the only example, but take this date for an easy illustration: you’ve driven me to an abandoned field, had to go all out decorating some crazy concrete tomb, complete with fondue, wine – for what? To look like a scene out of a movie! I would have been fine with dinner and a movie, dude.” She really couldn’t believe how honest her words were spewing out.
He smiled, put down his glass, and leaned forward. He looked like he was contemplating life’s greatest mystery, and on the brink of revealing it all to her. “Well,” he began, his hands forming together and pointing directionally at her. “The field isn’t abandoned. It’s actually where I grew up.” He grabbed his wine glass and brought it to his nose and sniffed in the aroma pleasantly. “The dramatics, my dear, are what make every life unique. So why not venture into the unknown, create memories?” His voice was low and direct. He took a small sip of the wine, and holding the rim to his lips, he whispered, “And take a sip of something extraordinary?”
“What the hell does that even
mean,” she giggled, falling backwards, and rubbed her head between two pillows.
“I just thought it sounded good... Thought I sounded refined,” he replied, his body suddenly crawling beside her. She turned to face him. His body bent in perfect unison with hers and heated her throughout. He threw an arm over her to hold her close. She accepted, snuggling against him.
“Is this really where you grew up?” she asked, sincerely. He paused and looked down, a redness creeping to his cheeks. She couldn’t pinpoint the emotion, but it seemed to be that of shame.
“It is...” he trailed. “I grew up on the farm about two miles north of here.”
She couldn’t understand why he would be ashamed of that. His family lived in the city, as far as she knew, and she had just assumed he had lived there his entire life. It didn’t change anything though; if anything, it made him more interesting. He wasn’t a spoiled city brat like she initially thought after all.
“My grandfather owns this land. This concrete tomb, as you so lovingly stated, is actually a fallout shelter, which I am sure you are aware. He never comes out here, so I thought that I would borrow it for the evening. The reason for the dramatics in this case is just sincerity. I wanted to do something special for you. That’s all. Now, in other cases, my dramatics are viewed – by my therapist at least – as a defense mechanism. Whatever that means.”
They ate; they talked; they laughed. She felt her emotions rotate with greatness as they just enjoyed each other’s company. This night reminded her lot of their discussions as friends, open and without judgment. She had felt – for many years – that she could be honest with him and he, in return, be honest with her. What she feared the most about this affair was that she thought she had lost that aspect of their relationship.
She loved the family, and she worried for the inevitable moment that she would have to choose between him and them as a whole. But, that wasn’t what she most feared. She feared losing him. She hoped, quite selfishly, that no matter what seemed to occur between them, at the very least they would remain friends. It would be a shame otherwise.
