by Rye Hart
“About what?” I asked.
“Starting your own practice?”
I felt Whitney rise up from my chest before she looked me straight in the eyes.
“You were natural with me and I saw the way you lit up talking about it earlier today. You have a passion for it. The military didn’t take that from you.”
“I never said they did,” I said.
“Then why are you so hesitant to chase after your dreams?”
“Who said I was?” I asked.
“The look you’re giving me right now,” she said.
I sat there and looked at her as she rose to her feet. She was standing in front of me with my suit coat in her hand and her eyes were determined. This wasn’t a track I was going to derail her from easily and I honestly wasn’t sure if I wanted to. She had a point, I couldn’t deny that. I did enjoy taking care of her. I did enjoy looking after her. I did enjoy treating her as if she was my patient. That was how it was supposed to be. That was how the military was supposed to pan out. I was supposed to take care of people and they were supposed to be grateful for it. I was supposed to help, not harm. Save, not kill.
Support, not defect.
I rose to my feet and towered over her body. Even though I easily had seven inches on her, she never once seemed afraid of me. I enjoyed that about her. I enjoyed the fact that I didn’t intimidate her. I’d done that with so many people during the last couple of years of my military days. People walked around constantly scared of what I would do or how I would act or what would happen if they made one wrong move.
She treated me as if I was normal. As if nothing was wrong with me.
“I’m ready to go back,” I said. “How about you?”
I saw a flash of defeat roll across her face before she nodded.
I took her hand in mine and we slowly made our way back toward the restaurant. The pace was unrushed, and despite the disappointment I could feel radiating from her body, Whitney didn’t seem to pull away from me. We walked through the restaurant and I immediately wrapped my coat back around her body, but something caught my eye the moment we stepped outside.
A worker was coming out of a closet door that sat on the outside of the building.
A pleasurably luscious thought crossed my mind as I tugged Whitney off to the side. I could feel her body tensing with confusion as I led us toward the door. The door that hadn’t quite closed when I saw that person leave.
“Liam, where are we going?” she asked.
But all I did was look both ways before I pulled her into the closet.
“Liam, what in the—”
I pressed my lips to hers, cupping her cheeks before I pushed her back against the metal shelving of the closet. The door behind us scraped closed, thudding behind my back before darkness descended upon us. I reached up and found the string for the light, pulling it and watching the bulb illuminate Whitney’s eyes.
I smoothed the loose tendrils of her hair from her forehead before she slowly sank to her knees.
“Whitney, what are you—”
“Shut up,” she said.
I braced myself against the shelves while she worked my pants down my legs, and as her lips wrapped around my hardening cock, there were only two words that sprang to my mind.
“Yes, ma’am.”
CHAPTER 26
WHITNEY
His cock slid effortlessly down my throat. The wine was loosening up my body and my mind was focused solely on him. There were things about him I wanted to know. Difficult things I knew would take time for him to ease into. But, now that I was on my knees and feeling his cock swelling against my tongue, the only thing I could think about was how good his cum would taste flooding down my throat.
“Fuck, Whitney.”
I moaned around his luscious length while my hands wrapped around his thighs. I dug my fingertips into his ass, drawing him even closer. His hips were already beginning to thrust into me as the tip of his cock leaked down my throat and I knew then and there I wouldn’t stop sucking on him. I wanted his taste to be the dessert I ended my night with.
And apparently, he felt the same.
“Shit, Whitney. That mouth. Holy… fuck.”
The way he whispered and groaned was intoxicating. I dug my nails into his ass as he began to thrust. Spit was dripping down my face while my tongue swirled around his cockhead and, soon, I felt his legs shaking. I cupped his balls that were pulling up into his body. He pounded his hips into my mouth and I felt my lips swelling with the impact. I moaned around him, begging him to burst inside my mouth as he gripped onto the shelving behind me.
I raked my nails down the backs of his thighs and that was all it took to push him over the edge.
“Whitney. Whitney. Shit. Oh, fuck. Oh, hell.”
I choked myself on his thickness before his hot cum spurted down my throat. He emptied himself into my stomach as my tongue cleaned him off and I could hear him heaving for air. I smiled around him, slowly pulling his dick from between my lips before I stood to my feet.
But before I could fix my dress, I was pressed into the shelving.
“Liam?” I asked.
Slowly, his hands dipped underneath my dress. His hands trailed up the stockings I had on until they got to my ass. He pulled the fabric of the dress up and over the curves of my body until my entire back was bared to him.
“Oh, Whitney,” he said, groaning.
“You like?” I asked.
I felt his fingertips pull my panties off to the side before his cock grazed my entrance. I gasped at the feeling, his dick thick with lust even after he’d just come. I had no idea how in the world a man like him could stay hard after an orgasm like that.
But then I thought back to dinner.
Whisky dick.
He inched himself into my dripping wet pussy as my walls fluttered around him. He planted his face into my shoulder, kissing my exposed skin as his hand continued to hold my dress up. He slowly inched his way in, slicking himself with my juices until his hips settled against the swell of my ass.
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 as
ked.
“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.
