by Anthology
She hugged me and then left, allowing my tears to come more freely and my heart to ache even more.
***
Jason
THE ENTIRE RIDE BACK to Charlottesville was filled with alternating bouts of awkward silence and idle conversation. Lilly sat in the back with Krista and Corey upfront with me. I couldn’t stop my eyes from drifting to the rearview mirror at her sleeping for longer than a few minutes at a time. She seemed restless, brows furrowed in her sleep and eyelids squeezing tightly as she slept.
When we finally got home, she instantly retreated to her house and my pride was too wounded to go after her. If she wanted to put distance between us, then so be it. I had moved on from being wounded to being plain pissed off. Maybe it’s what we needed. Being angry made it easier to let go.
Who the fuck was I kidding? None of this was easy. It was gut-wrenching and I couldn’t hurt more if someone had taken a sledgehammer to my chest. I stared up at the ceiling with my hands resting behind my head for hours contemplating what I should do. The morning would soon find her getting on a plane to New York and me left with a vacancy only she would be able to fill.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” my mom said kissing me on the cheek before handing me a mug of hot coffee. I took a big swallow, feeling the sting as it slid down my throat.
“Have you talked to Lilly this morning? What time is her flight?”
I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was only hours away that she would be leaving.
“Eleven. She has a layover in Dulles and then it’s on to New York from there.”
I joined her where she was seated at the kitchen table and clasped the hot cup in my hands, letting the heat sear into my palms.
“Are you going to take her to the airport?”
I shook my head.
“Jason, I know it hurts, but if you don’t at least say goodbye to her, you’ll regret it. If you truly want to have a new life in Denver, you can’t leave things the way they are between you. Not only will you be miserable, but she will too.”
“She made her choice, ma. I can’t compete with that. She doesn’t want me that way. She’s made that clear.”
“She thinks she is doing what is best for you, and in return, I know it’s killing her as much as it is you,” she said, placing her hand on my forearm.
“What am I supposed to do, mom? Confess my undying love for her and pray and beg her to want to be with me?”
“Is that what you want?”
I finally looked at her as she stared at me expectantly waiting for my answer.
“Of course I want to tell her, but what good is it now?”
“You never know until you try, Jase.”
She got up from the table and left me in my thoughts. I once again looked at the clock. There’s nothing like a two-hour deadline to figure out the rest of your life.
***
Lilly
“YOU CALL ME THE minute you land. Make sure you always keep cash for a cab, and your apartment door locked at all times. If I don’t hear from you in some form of communication everyday, I’m sending the cops immediately,” my mom said as she nearly squeezed the breath out of me.
“Dad, can you talk some sense into her? And keep her from crushing me?” I pleaded to my father, who only chuckled as I gazed over my mom’s shoulder. She finally released me and I walked over to my father’s extended arms.
“Sorry, kiddo. I agree with your mom. Just know that if New York doesn’t agree with you, you always have a place at home.”
Dammit. Thanks dad, I thought as I tried to fight the tears. Krista and Corey had swung by the house to see me just before I left for the airport. Krista cried desperate sobs and Corey hugged me nearly as hard as my mom did.
The stewardess announced over the loud speaker that my plane was boarding and I released my dad after one more squeeze.
“Go knock ‘em dead in New York, sweetheart,” Dad said cupping my chin.
“Bye, Daddy,” I chocked out. After one more hug from mom, I watched them walk out of the terminal and I made my way over to the airline desk to check my bag.
I made it through security and was now seated at my gate as the VIP passengers were boarding the plane. My heart ached with the thought of not seeing Jason before I left. Why did I have to be so stubborn? Why couldn’t I put aside my pride and go and see him, tell him I loved him, and that maybe we could make something work out?
“Now boarding passengers from row H on,” the stewardess announced. Turning my phone off after the millionth time of checking it to see if Jason had called or texted, I slipped it into my purse and reached for my carryon.
“Let me help you with that,” an out of breath familiar voice said. I nearly fell back in my seat as I looked up to find a winded, chest heaving Jason standing in front of me.
“What—what are you doing here?” I asked, looking left and right like he had materialized out of thin air. It was clear by the small sheen of sweat on his brow and his breathing that he had practically sprinted to the gate.
There was a large duffle bag swung over his shoulder that he let drop to the floor and he soon followed, kneeling in front of me as he took my hands within his.
“I’m sorry I was a jackass. I’m sorry that I didn’t come to you sooner and that I let my pride get in the way of righting things between us. But Lil, I’ll never be sorry for the fact that I am so in love with you it hurts. You’ve been my best friend my whole life. You’ve been the one person I could trust, confide in, laugh with and get pissed off at.”
I chuckled as hot tears cascaded down my cheek. He reached up with one hand and wiped them away with the pad of his thumb.
“The last few weeks have meant more to me than anything, and I can’t go back from that. I need you, Lillian. I want you. I love you.”
“Jason…” I breathed before I leaned in and sealed my lips with his. Tears still streamed down my cheeks and I could taste them as they fell on his lips.
“Wait, how the hell did you get past security? You have to have a ticket to get in here.”
He reached behind him and pulled a piece of paper from his back pocket and showed it to me.
“What? You can’t be serious?” I stated more than questioned. I looked at the airline ticket that clearly stated that the destination is New York.
“When we were still in Virginia Beach, I talked to my mom the night I walked out on you. She said something to me that really got to me. She told me to that what I wanted and what I needed were two different things. Yes, I wanted the job in Denver. It is what I thought was my dream for so long, but it’s not what I need. You are what I need. I can live without that job. I cannot live without you. I know I won’t have a job right away and that you will have to be my sugar momma for a bit, but I’m coming with you, and there’s absolutely nothing you can do to stop that, so don’t even try.”
I smiled, a huge toothy grin before throwing my arms around him.
“I love you, Lilly. I’ve loved you my whole life.”
“I love you, too,” I whispered into his neck, clinging to him as if he would disappear.
“Excuse me, but if you are going to make this plane, then we are going to need you to board,” the stewardess said as she approached us.
“Are you sure?” I asked him once more, needing the reassurance that this was happening.
“I’ve never been more sure about anything,” he said, holding my head in his hands and caressing my cheeks with his thumb.
“I have no idea what the future holds, but I know without a doubt that you have to be in it. I’ve had you most of my life, now I want you for the rest of it.”
I stood up while Jason grabbed both of our bags and extended his hand to me, threading our fingers together as we made our way onto the plane.
Everyday people fall in love, get married and have families. It happens at all stages in life. It is inevitable because the heart knows exactly what it wants. I was lucky to find the love of my life when
I was four years old. Who knew that a little mud that led to a lifetime of friendship, would give me the greatest love of a lifetime.
I boarded the plane with my best friend, my soulmate, the one who completed me in everyway, ready to continue the rest of my life with him.
The End.
Rebound
by Chelle Bliss
Prologue
Here’s to a New Beginning
“OH MY GOD, SAM!” she cried out. “Yes!” she screamed as I pounded into her.
She was on all fours, fisting the sheets with her head tipped back.
“So fuckin’ good,” I bit out through gritted teeth. I held her by the waist, pulling her against my cock as I took the strokes deep. Her smooth skin was almost translucent under my hands. Perspiration started to collect on her flesh, glimmering in the candlelight. If my cock didn’t feel so damn good inside her pussy, I would’ve licked a path up her spine, collecting the moisture.
“Harder,” she begged as I slowed my pace.
Her short hair bounced with each thrust. I’d give her exactly what she asked for. I grabbed the strands in one hand, gathering them into a ponytail and gripping it tightly. Using it like reins, I pulled her back as I slammed into her.
“Oh!” she yelled as my dick rammed into her, leaving no space between us. She tried to pull away, trying to crawl forward, but I didn’t give her the chance. I smacked her ass with my free hand, landing it on the fleshy part of her thigh.
“Fuckkk,” she hissed as her body froze.
I couldn’t help but smile. Her pussy contracted, gripping my cock like a vise as the effect of the crack radiated across her skin. Without warning, I brought down my palm on the spot next to my previous strike. Again her pussy contracted as she cried out, curse words spilling from her mouth.
I held her hair tighter, pulled her back hard, and pummeled into her wetness. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her body. The way her waist curved in just above her hips, creating an amazing hourglass figure, drove me crazy. Her hips were significantly larger than her waist, making the visual even more impressive.
I couldn’t wipe the dumb-ass smile off my face. This isn’t how I thought I’d spend the weekend in New Orleans. Instead of losing myself in a drunken stupor, I had met an amazing woman and was currently banging the hell out of her.
“You like this?” I growled, soothing her thigh after the blow.
“Yesss,” she drawled, pushing her ass farther into the air as her shoulder melted into the mattress.
I hadn’t felt this wanted in forever. The way she tore at my clothes and worshiped my body was astounding. I felt like a Greek god when she removed my shirt and fell to her knees, licking the ridges of my abdominal muscles. If I had any doubts about fucking her tonight, they melted away as soon as her tongue touched my flesh.
The orgasm I had been fighting since the second I slipped my dick inside her was begging to be unleashed. Unable to resist the urge, I released her hair and tipped her ass higher in the air. Needing to hit her at just the right angle to send her over the edge with me. Planting my feet on the mattress, I held on to the headboard, using my arms as well as my hips to batter her inside with my dick.
Her face was sideways, giving me a full view as her mouth fell open and her eyes squeezed shut. She sucked in a breath, holding it as I moved inside her. Each time she held the air in her lungs, I could feel her pussy bearing down on my cock, trying to shove it out. She was close and exactly where I wanted her. Adjusting my body, I grasped the headboard tighter, using my arms to pull myself forward. As her pussy contracted around my shaft, I dove in deeper, leaving no space untouched. My body hummed with pleasure. My entire being craved the orgasm. The weight of my balls and the tingling down my spine made it clear that I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Oh God. Oh God,” she mumbled as I slammed into her a couple more times.
Unable to hold out any longer, I gave in, letting the orgasm rip through my system. Everything in my body began to quake. As the ecstasy gripped me, my fingers began to slip, sliding down the headboard.
“Fuck,” I roared, throwing my head back and pushing through the burning pain in my thighs.
With my body still trembling, I fell forward onto her back. Breathing heavily, I gulped for air, exhausted. She collapsed beneath my weight. There were no words for the way I felt after being with Fiona. Not just hanging out or fucking her but the entire experience.
“Wow,” she whispered, peering up at me.
“Yeah,” I replied, still lost for words. Is this where I’m supposed to say thank you? But then again, maybe she was saying “Wow” as in “Wow, that sucked.”
“You’re quite the stud, Sam.” She giggled, wiggling her ass against my semi-erect cock, still partially buried inside her.
The laughter burst from my lips before I could stop it. I don’t think anyone had ever called me a stud while my dick was still in her. I’d admit that I was a good fuck. I took pride in it.
Getting a woman off was the ultimate turn-on. The men who didn’t give a fuck and only cared about getting their rocks off always baffled me. Who the fuck would come back for seconds when you’re a selfish lover?
I rolled over, taking her with me. “Fiona, it’s not hard to be when you’re involved.” My fingertips traced circles down her arm as she nestled into my side. “You’re so beautiful. God, I was turned on. I’d stay buried inside you all night if I could.”
Her mouth formed an O as she blinked. “So you’re a one-hit wonder?” she teased, quickly biting her lip as her body shook from laughter.
“Fuck no, I’m not! I’m not done with you yet, woman.” I grabbed her shoulder, bringing her lips to mine. My breathing still hadn’t returned to normal, but I wouldn’t let something like that stop me.
“I was kidding,” she mumbled against my lips, laughing.
“I wasn’t,” I replied, lifting my body above hers.
I kissed her jaw.
“Really,” she said as she exhaled.
Licking a trail down her neck, I stopped on her jugular and nestled my body between her legs.
“You don’t have to, Sam,” she mumbled as her back arched.
Sinking my teeth into her flesh, I tongued her skin between my teeth and ignored her. I watched her face as her cheeks grew pink and her mouth fell open. She wanted more, no matter what she said.
“I was kidding.” Her eyes fluttered back and sealed shut.
I slid my tongue down her collarbone as I made a beeline for her nipple. It was still hard and ready. Capturing it in my mouth, I nipped it with my teeth.
“Fuck,” she moaned. “It feels so damn good.” Her back arched higher, pushing her breast into my mouth.
“Mmm,” I mumbled against her nipple, letting the vibrations work with my mouth.
She trembled as her hands moved to my shoulders and dug in. The bite of her nails was divine, making my dick jump in reaction. Between the ways she reacted to me, the scent of her arousal, and the feel of her body, I knew I wanted more. I didn’t know if I’d ever get my fill.
The need to taste her overtook my thoughts, sending me on a path down her body. Glancing up at her, I slid myself between her legs. God, she was so fucking beautiful. The paleness of her skin dancing in the light was a thing of grace. The roundness of her breasts hid her face, but the space between gave me just enough to gauge her reactions to my movements.
My mouth salivated with the scent of her arousal. Sweetness with a hint of my scent still clinging to her skin made my mouth water. I brushed my nose against her hair, taking a deep breath and getting my fill.
I stuck out my tongue, capturing her wetness on the tip. The taste was better than the smell as it spread through my mouth. A deep growl escaped my lips as I moved forward and licked her with the flat of my tongue. Using just enough to tease yet not enough to bring her sufficient pleasure to be satisfying.
“More,” she demanded, thrusting herself toward my face.
Resting my hands
on her thighs, I pushed down and out, holding her open and still. This was my show. She wouldn’t control what happened, how hard, or where I licked. I wanted to touch her everywhere with my mouth.
I kept my licks light as she whimpered and struggled against my hands. There was no way I’d let her take charge. When she finally stopped moving, I drew her clit into my mouth and tongued it.
There was nothing more amazing than having the most sensitive spot on a woman’s body inside my mouth. The feeling of power gave me a high. Staring up her body, I watched her respond to my touch. Even though I’d just fucked her like a champ, my dick grew stiff.
I was ready. Ready for more Fiona. Listening to her moan and scream my name in ecstasy was better than anything I’d ever heard. Maybe I was just drunk on pussy, overthinking everything that had happened. It felt right. Being with Fiona made me feel at peace.
There was no way in hell I’d fuck her again until I made her come against my tongue. My fingers itched to move, wanting to feel her pulse against them. I stroked her opening, feeling her legs spreading to my touch as an invitation.
Thrusting my fingers inside, I sucked her clit harder as she writhed against the mattress and bore down on my fingers. God, how I wished it were my dick inside her, feeling her from the inside, but it wasn’t. My time would come. My cock’s time was near.
This wasn’t a sprint. I wanted a marathon. When I felt her begin to quake and her breathing grew uneven, I backed off and removed my mouth from her body
“Oh God,” she moaned, pushing her pussy against my face. “Don’t stop. Fuck,” she hissed. She raised her head off the pillow and glared at me.
Before she had another chance to protest, I curled my fingers and brought my mouth down on her fast and hard. Her head dropped back onto the pillow as her fingers tangled in my hair. I wanted to laugh as she held my head against her pussy. I loved her greediness and knew the feeling of being denied an orgasm.
