Four Skid Marks

by April Ryder

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  Four Skid Marks

  April Ryder

  Copyright © 2016 April Ryder

  978-1-927236-75-8

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Four Skid Marks

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  I can't remember how to close my mouth. I'm fairly certain it was something I was capable of doing before, but now my brain seems unable to delegate resources to accomplishing this simple task. Why is my brain incapable of carrying out the simplest of tasks? Well, it's preoccupied right now. What has it preoccupied is also the reason why my mouth is hanging open. What, I hear you ask, has enough power to render a young woman such as myself into the almost drooling and mouth-wide-open mess she has become? That would be the stunning piece of man flesh standing before me in all its naked glory. AKA: Jake.

  "Oh my fucking God."

  "You said that already," the man in question told me—nakedly.

  As if the dulcet tones of his perfect voice had broken me free of his manly spell, the ability to function like a normal human being returned. I quickly shut my gaping hole, sucked back the dribble I'd made, and wiped a sleeve across the lower half of my face. Who knows how far that sucker went!

  "Well I'm naked," he said pointing out the obvious.

  "Yes," I said and coughed to clear the husky sound that had come from my throat. "Yes, you are."

  He smiled and this time the movement of muscles in his face didn't seem to hurt him. I was going to kill the Dick for hurting Jake and marring his pretty face. That last punch had been unnecessary. Even I had seen the anger flash in his eyes.

  "Poor baby," I murmured.

  "What?"

  "Uh…did I say that out loud?"

  Jake nodded and his eyes sparkled. Lust shone openly from them, making me swallow. Hard.

  "Did you have something in mind?" he asked while taking a step toward me. "Princess?"

  "I… uh," I muttered, unsure where I had been going with this. The closer he got to me, the harder it got to concentrate. Okay, I lied. I was concentrating on something. I pursed my lips, determined to say something, anything, but nothing came to mind. Well, okay I lied again. Something did come to mind but I was suddenly embarrassed.

  Jake placed his fingertips under my chin and tilted my head back. I lost myself in those mesmerising eyes of his as he studied me like I did pancakes before I devoured them. How could his lips be so soft? I wondered as they moulded to mine.

  Something squeaked. It might have been me but I didn't care. I had more important things on my mind. Like, where were his long yet sure fingers going and how could he be so gentle when all I wanted to do was rip my clothes off?

  My top came off first, up and over my head. His movements were slow and seductive. My knickers were soaked from when he'd removed his clothes. There was imminent threat of flooding down there if this kept up. God, I hope it did.

  Jake placed delicate kisses down my throat and into my cleavage as my breasts spilled free from their underwire prison, into his waiting hands. I moaned in appreciation when he swirled his well-practiced tongue over my hardened nipples before he took me by the hips and pulled me against him just as my legs started to wobble.

  Neither of us spoke as he suckled my tits. I almost came when he grazed his teeth over a nipple. Instead I leaned back, exposing my throat to him like a wolf did to her mate. Jake took that as invitation to slowly lick his way up from my heaving breasts, over my jaw, and back into my mouth.

  Oh. My. God.

  "Bed?" he asked in between fucking my mouth with his tongue.

  I reluctantly turned in his arms and led him to my bedroom. He expertly removed my jeans en route, leaving me down to my—not all that sexy—knickers. I should have worn the sexy lingerie that I'd worn on our date! Dammit. The moment of panic passed when he pressed his naked front to my back. I wasn't going to complain when he reached around me and rubbed the front of said unsexy knickers.

  "You want me," he said and I could hear the smugness in his voice.

  I couldn't argue with that. It was fucken obvious.

  "Yes."

  "Good," he said. "I want you too, Princess."

  Holy shit. He really did. There was no mistaking the erection I felt digging into my backside.

  "Get on your back," he said and I did as he said without question.

  I watched in amazement as he knelt on the floor, then pulled me closer. It took a while, but with help from me leaning on one butt cheek and then the other, he eventually removed my sodden knickers.

  "Holy shit!" I cried out when he dipped his head between my thighs. Lucky Number 7 was going down on me. I'd had shower fantasies about this!

  Just like he had taken his time outside of the bedroom, he continued the pace here. Not only did he give my clitoris attention, but he also lapped his way around my outer lips, making sure they weren't neglected. Do you think it's too early to have fallen in love with this man?

  One swirl of his strong tongue around my little nub had me calling out. Not from pain but from frustrated sexual ecstasy. I say frustrated because every time I came close to orgasm, he would stop whatever it was he was doing that got me going. He allowed me to the edge but denied me that sweet release. If I weren't so horny and mindless I would have punched him!

  I felt his fingers trace my lips down to the very bottom of my entrance where he let them rest. My pussy clenched, aching to be filled. Needing to be filled. Oh my God, I was going to die.

  "Please," I said between short pants. He had me so tied in knots I couldn't even catch my breath.

  I moaned when he blew air over my hot pussy.

  "Please what?"

  "P-please let me come," I begged.

  Just like Rick, he obliged. But instead of the rough hot sex in the men's changing room, Jake was able to maintain the agonisingly slow rhythm. But this time when I came to the edge, this time he let me fall over it and into oblivion. My hips shot off the bed. My head rolled back and I don't know which deity I screamed out to as my pussy exploded. That sounds gross, but trust me it was hot!

  I was aware of Jake climbing up the bed and lying down beside me as I twitched, helpless yet sexually sated.

  "Ready for more?" he asked as he ran a hand up my tummy and cupped my breast.

  "If your plan is to kill me with sex, I'll tell you now, it's going to work."

  He chuckled and I felt wetness gather again between my legs. Apparently I was ready for more. By the way his eyes glinted I could tell he knew I was up for it.

  "Condom?" he asked.

  "Yes!" I exclaimed, sobered by the reminder for contraceptives. I leaned over the bed and in my eagerness to get one condom, I used too much strength and the drawer landed on the floor. Condoms flew everywhere.

  Jake leaned over and peered at the embarrassingly large array of condoms scattered across the carpet.

  "Wow," he said.

  "I like to be prepared," I told him.

  "I like that you're prepared too," he said and sounded a little impressed. "But I don'
t think I can do it that many times tonight."

  A noise I'd never made before escaped from my mouth and my face burst into flame. My ability to go beet red had kicked in. Talk about embarrassing.

  "But I can try," he assured me before selecting a condom at random, removing it from the foil and rolling it over his still-erect cock.

  "Oh my God," I breathed.

  "On your back, Princess," he ordered. "By the time I'm done with you, you won't be able to skate, let alone walk."

  Eep!

  I can honestly say I've never before woken in the morning to find a hot man already inside me. I came before I could even think to complain.

  "I don't think I can get out of bed," I mumbled into my pillow.

  Jake forcibly rolled me onto my back and loomed over me.

  "Not again, please," I begged. "My pussy is closed for repair. I think you broke her."

  "Oh?" he asked with a smug look on his face. A face that maybe I could get used to looking at.

  "Yeah, you've ruined her for other cocks, vibrators, dildos, and any other sex toys," I told him and delighted in seeing his grin spread into a full-blown smile. It would have been better if his face hadn't come out in black and blue.

  I reached up and caressed his swollen cheek, but he dodged.

  "That was my plan all along," he said but his voice had lost its playful lilt.

  My heart sunk at the rejection. He didn't want my sympathy, I could see that now.

  "So, what does—" I started but he cut me off.

  "I thought you said you lived alone."

  "I do."

  "Then who was the guy who walked in on us last night while I was going down on you?"

  "Wait, what?"

  Oh my God. Had Paul walked in on me and Jake while we were having sex?

  "Shit," I spat. "Of all the…"

  I jumped out of bed, put my dressing gown on, and marched out of my bedroom into the main part of the apartment. The first thing I noticed was Paul putting away his cell phone. The second was the same packed bags he'd taken with him to Wellington just a few weeks ago.

  "What the fuck, Paul?" I demanded.

  He cowered before me and I took a step back, surprised by his unexpected reaction.

  "What's happening?" I asked in a quieter voice.

  "I'm leaving, Hayley," he said. "This time for good. I…well, I went and watched you last night at the sports centre. And well, I wasn't comfortable watching you fighting with those other girls and then you got in the middle of a fight with that big guy and—well, him."

  I looked over my shoulder at Jake, who stood with a small towel wrapped around his waist. At least he'd had the decency to hide his superior man bits. Paul seemed to feel intimidated enough as it was. He didn't need to see how else he was lacking as a man.

  A horn tooted outside and Paul bent to pick up his bags.

  "Wait, Paul. What about—"

  "Let's just forget I came back, okay? I've left my keys on the bench."

  Not that I wasn't happy with this turn of events, but I was also really confused by them. "But why?" I asked.

  He paused in the doorway and without looking at me said, in a quiet voice, "You scare me, Hayley."

  And with that he was gone. Out of my life forever. I was beyond stunned.

  Jake cleared his throat, which reminded me I wasn't alone in my apartment. I blinked away tears I hadn't realised were there and forced a smile before turning back to the current man in my life.

  "Have you ever had sex in the shower?" he asked and beckoned for me to follow.

  Alas poor Shawn denied me my sexy showertimes. Who would have thought fucking in the shower would turn out to be such a logistical nightmare? Not me. After my butt knocked the tap to freezing for a third time, we gave up. FYI: cold water really does kill the mood! As you can imagine I was devastated. Actual shower sex has been a fantasy of mine since I first met Shawn and discovered the joys that a detachable showerhead can bring.

  Anyway, the weekend was over and I was riding shotgun as my bestie drove me to work. And he was interrogating me like I was a terrorist over what happened. I didn't go into too much detail and—as requested—left out all mention of my girly bits. He'd probably freak out and crash the car if I didn't.

  "And then Jake went home not long after the shower incident. Maybe Shawn was jealous…do you think that's possible?" I wondered the last part out loud.

  Adam snorted. "Sweetie, I hate to break it to you, but that shower isn't alive. It has no more feelings than a lump of sliced ham."

  Mmm…ham. Thickly sliced champagne ham off the bone. Hands down the best ham ever. Dammit I couldn't wait until Christmas. Now that Paul was gone, I was so going to get a ham.

  "Mmm…ham."

  "You're drooling," Adam helpfully pointed out.

  I quickly wiped the corner of my mouth with my sleeve and changed the topic.

  "So what happened after we left?"

  "You mean what happened while you were getting jiggy with lucky Number 7?"

  "Yeah that."

  "The police came—"

  "No way!"

  "Way," he said before continuing. "They took some statements and I think they've decided it wasn't worth pressing charges. Rick did get a warning."

  "He's such a dick. I mean what was his problem? He didn't have to hit him after they made up. I can't believe him. Such a dick."

  "You finished?"

  "Aha. Please, continue."

  "Anyway, we finished the game, without the dick as you like to eloquently refer to him. And of course, without our two best players we lost."

  "Well that sucks," I said and pulled a face in sympathy. "And I only call him a dick because he is a dick."

  Adam growled and it took me a moment to realise the guy in front of us had cut him off. Traffic was a bitch in Auckland. Sometimes it scared the shit out of me. It's why I'm perfectly happy to use the public transport instead of learning to drive. I mean, can you imagine me driving? Exactly.

  "You still haven't told me why you're so pissed with him. From what I saw you two were getting along really well in the men's room."

  "I don't want to talk about it," I said and crossed my arms over my chest and sulked.

  Adam knew that was Hayley code for: I'll never tell, not unless you ply me with pancakes, which of course I wasn't going to get this morning because I was running late. Again.

  He flicked on the indicator and pulled into an empty taxi slot in front of my workplace. "Don't blame me for you not getting pancakes," he said. "Now go and personal assist all day and don't get fired!"

  "Love you too, dear," I told him before slamming the door—he really hated it when I did that—stuck my tongue out, and ran to the main entrance. I really was late.

  Trish caught me as I burst out of the elevator and pulled me aside. "Where have you been?"

  I was about to make a flippant comment that included a blender, my grandmother's overly amorous dog, and soap when I caught the panicked look in her eyes. "I'm late. Why, what's wrong?"

  "My spy in HR said they're doing consultations today."

  "Okay?" I prompted, not sure what this had to do with anything.

  "That means they'll be talking with the people they've decided to either reassign elsewhere or let go."

  I suddenly didn't like where this was going but I waited for her to get to the point.

  "You weren't there when they came around—I told them you had a meeting first thing—so they left something on your desk."

  "Holy shit."

  Trish's wide-eyed and pale look didn't help, so after assuring myself her job was secure we headed to my desk, together. Both of us stared down at the ominous white envelope. They could have at least used the recycled paper envelopes. We're trying to save the environment here! There's even a policy on recycling and waste reduction. HR really were a bunch of hypocrites, since they were the ones who had written the policy after all.

  There was no point in delaying the inevitable
so I ripped it open—one of my previous temp jobs had been to open morning mail so I was an expert letter opener—and scanned the contents.

  "Well?" Trish asked hesitantly. "What does it say?"

  I let her read it and after she was done she snorted.

  "Well that said nothing helpful," she said putting voice to exactly what I was thinking.

  The letter only informed me that I would need to contact HR to make an appointment with them for a consultation.

  "At least they're breaking the news in person," I pointed out.

  She agreed and after a while her silent hovering started to bug me so I made up something about actually having a meeting to go to. I just couldn't stand her sympathetic looks any longer. She was going to drive me nuts. I'd snap and say something I'd regret and…well, it wouldn't be pretty. Trish was a friend, she didn't deserve my wrath, especially when it was meant for others, namely HR.

  I threw my bag over my shoulder and stalked off to the nearest bathroom. Unfortunately for me my least preferred stall was the only one available. The other one was out of order. So I was stuck with the one where the door was too close to the toilet, which meant I had to perform some acrobatics to get in and shut the door. Once inside I discovered a huge Daddy longlegs sitting on the wall beside me. Damn thing was going to watch me pee. So long as he didn't make any fast moves I would put up with him. We had an understanding, they and I. Daddy longlegs spiders serve a function and I tend to leave them alone. The only time I'll wash them down the drain is if they get in the way in the shower and even then I'll give them a chance to get out of the way.

  I pulled my pants and knickers down below my knees and plonked myself down on the loo. You don't want your clothes to touch the floor, who knows what greeblies are crawling around down there. Yes, the bathroom gets cleaned regularly but it's a high-use area. I checked my knickers and for once I was happy to see a tiny red spot on them. That and the familiar cramps assured me I wasn't pregnant.

  After fishing a pad out of my bag I spent the next few minutes trying to align the dammed thing with my knickers, all while peeing. No, I don't use tampons. Why? Well I managed to traumatise myself the first and only time I used them. If you thought a tampon was uncomfortable when it wasn't inserted correctly then you have got to try removing it immediately after inserting it incorrectly. The pain is indescribable. And that's why I never ever use a tampon.