Heartburn

by M. C. Cerny

  Was I being desperate with my hurt ego to go for it here, right now with Whit? I might feel that way tomorrow, but right now in the heat of the moment I wanted that one crazy experience I could keep to myself. A little something I could whisper to those damn cats I was destined to own once I resumed my wickedly boring life. Each stroke of his fingertips lulled me closer to those bad decisions I’d regret later, but indulged in right now.

  I swallowed the pensive lump in my throat. Go big or go home, right? “Um…” Focus, Lia, for Christ’s sake, the hottest guy under thirty is paying attention to you! Don’t blow it! “I’ve never really been into them myself, hook-ups that is, but I’m not exactly warming up here with just the fire going.” Who is this sassy version of myself? Hello, world, Miss Amelia Rae Faust has finally got her groove back! Coyly, I let the musty damp wool slip down in between us and let my back fully lean into hot, velvet soft, hard skin. Hot damn. I rubbed against him delighting in the friction.

  “Hmm, you do feel a bit chilled, and it is my duty here to protect and serve under the guise of wildlife management.” That shouldn’t have sounded nearly as dirty as it did. Whit should have sounded like a cocky bastard or a cheesy bullshitting fool…but he didn’t. His breath heated my neck and he brushed my hair to the side over my shoulder. I hung my head forward to give him more access. Heck, I’d give him all the access in the world to feel this. His hand, large and rough, gathered the braided rope of my tangled hair before pulling on it in a controlled manner. One hand was in my hair, and the other snaked around my middle to pull me farther back into his embrace flush against his wall of abs.

  I coughed out the last of my uncomfortableness. “Well, you’re doing a good job so far,” I muttered whatever shit popped into my head and let Whit take the lead. His touch felt so damn good, like I’d been waiting for one of us to make a move this entire time. Fumbled experiences with boys before him paled. My eyes watched the flames of fire dance red and yellow, my body flushing in tandem, warming with the bloom of more than desire for my savior.

  I needed my brain to shut up now.

  “I can do better than that, Amelia.” My full name on his lips made me shudder in my center. He was serious and it was unbelievably hot the tone of voice he used. “First, I have some questions.” His teeth nipped at my neck finally giving me the bit of his sharp straight teeth. He tugged my fisted hair to direct my head where he wanted it to go. I waited for him to ask if I’d been a bad girl because I was dying inside to moan yes.

  Groaning, I hoped he wasn’t going to pull any weird sex business. I was all right for some kinky stuff, and his domineering way was fine, but I’d just met him and my butt was off limits. The flavored lube was in my backpack with my supposed friends and as liberated as I’d like to think I was, well, I wasn’t an expert. I tried wiggling away and he pinched my ass, subduing me with a slight panic.

  “Don’t worry, I don’t know you well enough for that kind of kinky shit.” As if he read my mind, he chuckled kissing my neck. He gave the sensitive skin a long lick as he palmed my breast with just the right amount of roughness to keep it hot.

  “Shit, I said that out loud?” Me and my damn mouth.

  “You sure did.” Laughing, he pinched my nipple, this time slipping a hand inside my bra to pull it down. “God, I love a handful,” he muttered against me and I pushed back to let him know I’d be okay with more than just touching.

  “Questions. You s-said you had q-questions.” Panting breaths replaced speech as he kept working me over.

  “Boyfriend?”

  “No. You?” Mind racing, I prayed he say no.

  “Ha, I’m into girls, if you couldn’t tell. No sex in a while.” He said and I snorted as if I believed that one. He squeezed me hard, and I yelped. “I’m not seeing anyone, present company excluded.”

  “Thanks for clarifying.” He turned my head the other way to kiss down over my shoulder inch by inch giving it equal attention.

  His voice took on a sexy growl. “No problem. I aim to please.”

  “A Boy Scout and now a gentleman?” I quipped.

  He snorted this time. “I never said I was. Now are you sure you want to do this? I thought we were having a nice philosophical discussion on relationships before this. I mean is that all you want it to be? One night only?” his voice trailed off with the question. He kept his lips connected to me, kissing my skin. Warmth bloomed at each touch of his full lips and sharp jaw grazing against me like a feast.

  “If by this you mean sex, then yes, please, unless you want a dick punch for getting me hot and bothered like this.” He was driving me insane and if I didn’t get off I might have to run out into the frigid mountain rain to cool my shit.

  “Mouthy.” He snapped.

  “I can put that to good use later.” That was a bit of an empty promise. I didn’t know how my skills ranked compared to what he might be used to but I’d say anything to keep his man-paws all over me.

  “Noted.”

  He palmed me again and I knew I was drenched down below, waiting for him to continue. “So where were we on the questions?” I asked, trying to control my ragged breathing.

  “Sex.”

  “Check.” I was all ready to go if he would hurry up his inquisition.

  “Protection?”

  Groaning, I was pissed I left the campsite in such a hurry. “My backpack was full of condoms…it’s back at the campsite.”

  He paused a moment as if he was thinking. My mind spun. I was sure a backpack of condoms sounded pretty shameless and easy. He probably thought I was some slut chasing after guys. Brain please shut up. “So that limits playtime significantly.” Fingers played with me, spider-crawling down my stomach until he reached the vee between my legs. He tugged on my well-groomed garden and I wanted to cry with frustration. It was so un-fucking-fair.

  “I’m on the pill and very responsible.” My response came quickly between pants. He barked a laugh as his hand slipped further between my legs. One tug had my panties to the side, rolling his finger over my slick lips and clit.

  “Not to be an ass, but you did wander off willy-nilly necessitating my rescue.” His finger flicked my bean sharp and then applied the kind of pressure that made my hips buck demanding more.

  I tried not to whine when he pulled his hand away, but it was hard, really hard. “Noted, however, I’ve been nothing, but the most pleasant and compliant companion.” He guffawed and I elbowed him hard enough he grunted. “Why, I even discarded my clothing as per your orders.” I whimpered desperate and too quick to agree. I bet he thought for sure I was some eager college slut.

  “Dually noted.” Nodding, he stroked his hands up and down my body, my skin super sensitive, craving more.

  I embarrassed myself offering my body up like this, but his touch felt better than anything I’d felt before. Whispering in the dark, I told Whit, “If it helps, I haven’t had sex in eighteen months and I’m clean.” This time it was Whit who groaned, grinding his erect cock between my ass cheeks. I guessed my dry spell turned him on. Guys were such cavemen.

  “I ended a relationship about four months ago and I’ve been tested since then at my annual physical for work. I’m clean. I’d show you because I have the results emailed to me from my doctor, but my cell is kind of dead. No Wi-Fi.” For some reason I believed Whit, though I didn’t know how I’d deduced this, but I knew it. I excelled at throwing caution to the wind, at least tonight.

  I couldn’t help myself and went on rambling. “Excellent…a good bill of health means you won’t have a heart attack in the middle of what we’re about to do.” I chuffed.

  “That sounds like ageism to me, eight years is nothing, baby girl.” Whit growled and the vibration of his voice made me hotter, impossibly wetter. How in the heck was I not ruffled by him calling me baby? His touch made me forget I shouldn’t have liked the nickname.

  “Your death would likely scare me off from men completely further condemning me to a life of furry feline ownership.�
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  Whit guffawed.

  “We can’t have that, now can we, chatterbox?” Babbling with embarrassment, he played with my hair, twisting loose locks from my braid around his fingers to release them into thick straight pokes of hair.

  “Definitely not.” I tried to take my hair from his fingers, but Whit was persistent, so I gave up, letting him play with it. The movement was surprisingly soothing. “Purple, huh.” He rubbed the strands against his fingers using the firelight to examine the color.

  “It won’t match the…uh…rest obviously.”

  Seriously, I had zero filter.

  “Match what, Lia?” He moved against me refusing to let me go as we tussled on the floor shifting blankets, exposing skin and hissing when chilled parts touched.

  I grumbled knowing he’d make me say it. “My p-pussy, you jerk.” Whit laughed out loud before squeezing me tight against him.

  “I should hope not, but thanks for clarifying.”

  “Ugh!” My eyes rolled as he cleared what I’m sure were tears of laughter from his own eyes.

  “But maybe I should check just in case you have any other surprises down there? Piercings? Tattoos?” His head moved downward. My eyes bulged and I grabbed him to pull him back up.

  “You better not be eyeing up my pussy.” It was hard to be serious when I thought about what he could have seen just a month prior. I thanked Heaven I remembered to grow out my thunderbolt trimming down below. That had been a asinine idea born out of celibacy, a stupid magazine, and too much cheap wine I wasn’t even old enough to buy.

  Whit stilled and looked me over thoughtfully before saying, “It’s strange, but I’d swear you have a thing against cats.” He licked his lips and I sighed.

  “Personally no, but I dislike their judgy looking eyes and their desire to kill their owners when it suits them.”

  “Not to be an asshole, but you’re kind of killing the mood here, sweetheart. I’d like to get back to eye-fucking your kitty.” His chuckle sent a blush over my skin and a zing right down between my legs saturating me. I clamped them shut, squeezing his hand that was so delightfully stroking me a moment ago.

  “Ah, well, I told you I’d put my mouth to good use later.” God, he felt so good working me over slipping not one but two fingers between folds spreading my lubrication. A free hand caressed reaching up to squeeze my breast as he pinched my nipple sharply. He kept my brain quiet with sensory overload. I had nothing pithy to say, no connecting thoughts of value.

  “Hmm.” Whit shifted us and I found myself on my back, his knees slipped between my open legs. A draft of cool air hit my inner thighs and I clamped down hard again eliciting a groan from the man wedged between them.

  “Open up, baby girl.” He coaxed petting my skin like I’d become a skittish thing underneath him. My legs fell open wider and he adjusted me thusly. Heat from the fire licked my skin and I buzzed with anticipation.

  Looking up, his face over mine, boyishly handsome in his adult body. I blinked a few times, wondering how I got so lucky that it was him who saved me and said a little hallelujah. His short unruly hair, tingled against the pads of my fingertips. My eyes flitted to his lips, which he’d licked, and I gulped down dry air. “I don’t suppose you’d like to drive the point home anytime soon, boy scout?”

  His hand gripped my panties stretching them. The bite of lacy cotton and elastic stimulated my core and zinged down my legs.

  “Am I boring you, Lia?” Whit pressed deep against me and my groan was probably audible on the other side of the mountain with the jerk of his body into mine. His cock stretched me impossibly wide and I knew I’d feel him tomorrow, maybe next week as he ground into me.

  “N-not at all.” What could possibly be boring about more than eight hard inches of all male anatomy pressed against me?

  Nothing.

  Nothing at all.

  8

  Whit

  She winked at me, the damn siren, running her smartass mouth. I wanted to drive a lot of things home right then, but having an attractive and willing female who was giving me as good as I got me turned on. I grunted feeling my dick pulse inside her tight little pussy, the lace of her panties scraping against me. She was funny, self-deprecating, and refreshing. Her dirty talk bordered on being an ethics treaty wrapped in sin. I hadn’t thought that way about a woman in long time let alone found one that was my contemporary. What were a few years difference in age? Only a number, right?

  My forearms rested wide, holding me up over her so I could look down at her face. The firelight played tricks on my eyes, making hers glow and her hair sparked shades of red and deep purple in the refracted light from the darker mahogany strands.

  Her eyes seemed to ask me what I was waiting for and I answered her instead with a drawn out thrust meant to rock her world. “I guess I better give you something good to brag about later.”

  She let her lip pop out from between her teeth, swollen from her bite and deliciously wet. I kissed her tangling my tongue with hers. My body nudged her legs farther apart and let one hand caress down her flank. She was still wearing her bra and panties, far too many clothes in my opinion. I pulled out of her, the air cool on my hot, tight skin. It was as much a torture for me as it was for her. Hands grabbing for me trying to pull me back in and I pushed them up over her head holding her there with my one hand holding both of her fingers twined together. She wiggled and grunted like an angry kitten ready to scratch.

  “Patience, baby.” My forehead rested against hers to watch her eyes as I slipped my fingers inside the front of her panties to find soft skin drugging me with her wet nether lips. Silky fluid coated her lips, mixed with some of mine saturating the thin cotton. My fingers spread it, generously coating her. I felt wild to the point of not wanting to be gentle with her isolated as we were here at the cabin.

  This was my territory.

  My girl.

  Her head tossed back and forth. “Oh, Whit.”

  “Yeah, like that. All good stories should start with my name.” I nipped at her neck releasing her hands. “I want you screaming it.” My body covered hers as she clutched my shoulders. Nails grazed my skin, her back arched and moved closer to me. My fingers continued to strum up and down over her clit. The nub puffed up and I pressed against it grinding against her mons, listening to her keening into the dark cabin.

  “Whit, more.” Nails bit into my skin.

  I made a promise I planned on fulfilling. “I want to make you come first.”

  She flopped up and down trying to force her orgasm. “If you don’t….”

  “Yeah, yeah, dick punch, I got that, Lia. Every guy is typically one dick punch away when he leaves a girl hanging.” I pressed one finger to start and despite having my dick in her for a hot minute, she remained tight, giving me measurable resistance. She tensed and I slowed down, it wasn’t as if we were going anywhere tonight. No need to rush when it could feel so good.

  “Easy, baby.” I curled my finger upward slowly, searching for the engorged spot of spongy tissue that was swollen, slick, and begging to be tapped gently inside her. I nudged the magic spot and felt her body jerk letting me know I was affecting her.

  “Whit.” She groaned. My name, a long syllable that hit something primal inside of me. It was something that made me want to throw the door open yelling into the night that I was having this woman and that she was all mine. No asshole football jock was going to touch her the way I was going to fuck her. I stroked, playfully drumming until I found a rhythm that had her panting and nearly pushing me away.

  She screeched. “Too much.”

  “Not enough.” I growled keeping pace. I almost had her there.

  “Feels so good.” Her moan was sinful and made me think of other sinful things like how she might taste with my lips sucking her clit and lapping at her mound while the honey of her candy center filled my mouth. I think they called it called pussy sugar and I wondered if she was sweet like maple syrup on pancakes or tart like lemon sorbet. I
wondered if she tasted different the second and third time she released, but sadly realized I’d probably never know beyond tonight. She already decided this one a one-time thing and I would enjoy every second of what she was willing to give me. No point in hoping for more if she wasn’t into that.

  “Good isn’t good enough.” I wanted this to last and I wanted her wobbling on her legs tomorrow morning when I brought her back to her friends and that prick football player. A sadistic part of me wanted him to know that I had her and he missed out. I pressed a second finger inside to stretch her out in slow pumps. Her tissues contracted, squeezing my fingers, and her cry told me she was hot for it, followed by a rush of her dew.

  Her hands left my shoulders and grabbed the band of my boxers which were taut over my ass for something to hold onto as she bucked against me. My cock bounced against my stomach in salute, happily escaped from its confines.

  “Remember…turnabout is fair play,” she whispered into my ear, biting the lobe. She squeezed my dick in her hand. The crown was sensitive as she ran a finger down the slit, spreading my pre-cum. Lia pumped me between soft hands unrelenting.

  “God, I hope so because that, Lia, feels amazing.” I coaxed her to continue as I fingered her to climax. Her hand worked me over and I had to grab her wrist to stop her from jerking me to completion so quickly. I wanted to drag this out for as long as it took.

  “Seriously?” It was the pout on her face that got me harder.

  “Most seriously.” I pulled her panties off a bit more roughly than I intended. Pretty sure I ripped one side of the lace and cotton. She followed suit by pulling my boxers off. I felt her rip the elastic band in her eagerness and I didn’t particularly care. It made us even if I’d ruined hers. She wrenched me back to her and I pressed inside with a slow, agonizing stroke. The slower I went the more she fought me, trying to hurry things along hooking ankles around my hips. Hell no. We’ve got all night for this and I plan to take full advantage of that, baby brat. She was eager and snug. My balls drew up and my thighs tingled. I could blow at any moment, but that wasn’t the point of this adventure.