Cut Short

by Julia Wolf

  “I don’t know about everyone else, but I’m starving.” I felt horrible for Eliza and wanted to change the subject. I knew what it was like to be with a man like Edward, so I had a feeling she felt deeply ashamed of the situation, but I also knew she hadn’t gotten to the point where she was ready to leave him. I would always support and love her, I just didn’t want to be around him anymore.

  Joe tugged my braid. “Whatcha got in the basket, sweet girl?” He looked like he had just gotten out of the shower, his hair still damp. His long legs were stretched out in front of him and he looked casual and positively edible in his flip flops, army green shorts, and a gray T-shirt.

  “I have wine.” I held up the bottle. “I actually don’t know what else is in here!”

  He took the wine from me and I dug around in the basket to see what other goodies were inside. There were small sandwiches, chips, hummus and sliced vegetables, and chocolate-covered strawberries. I laid it all out on the blanket and told him to dig in.

  Frannie and Laurel were sharing their own picnic basket full of food, along with bottles of beer. Eliza and Edward were eating plates of sushi and seaweed salad with sake.

  Joe leaned close to me, and whispered, “Are they using chopsticks in the park? And is that guy always like that? He sucks.”

  I snorted softly. “He does suck.” With his face close to mine, I took advantage and placed a lingering kiss on his lips. “But you’re awesome.”

  He smiled at me, and I returned it with a big, goofy grin. I was gaga for this man, and every second I spent with him just made me crazier.

  “Hey, Joe, I heard your new house has a really nice bathtub,” Frannie said.

  Joe nodded. “Yeah, big enough for two people who don’t mind being close.”

  I choked on my wine and he patted me on the back. Then he said quietly, “And you have a standing invitation to be wet and naked in my bathtub anytime.” I laughed in surprise and nudged him with my shoulder.

  We ate and talked for a while as the park filled up with people. Eventually, it was dark enough for the movie to start.

  “I haven’t seen this movie since I was a kid,” Joe said quietly when The Princess Bride started.

  I gasped dramatically. “Inconceivable!”

  He laughed, “Hey, I actually get that reference!” The Princess Bride was one of my favorite, most quoted movies ever. It was funny, romantic, and never got old.

  Halfway through the movie, I was shifting around to get comfortable when Joe guided me to sit between his legs and lean against his chest.

  “This is nice.” I rested my hands on his thighs. He wrapped his arms around my waist, stroking my stomach with his large, warm hands. I looked up and kissed the underside of his chin.

  The longer we sat like that, the more turned on I got. He kept his hands around my waist, but I needed him to touch me all over. I writhed against him and he groaned.

  “That’s dangerous, sweet girl.”

  “I like to live on the edge.” I pressed my back into his front. He kissed the side of my neck slowly, nibbling and sucking along the way. Then he took my earlobe in his mouth and sucked. “You’re making me crazy, Joe.”

  We teased each other through the rest of the movie, oblivious to the other people around us. When it ended, we gathered up the basket and blanket, which Joe held strategically in front of his crotch. He was as aroused as I was, his was just more visible.

  Eliza and Edward rushed off quickly, barely throwing us a goodbye, but I hugged Laurel and then Frannie.

  “Go get your man, girl. I have secondhand arousal from sitting next to the two of you,” she said into my ear. I laughed and gently pushed her away.

  “See you at work, Frannie. Bye, Laurel!” They walked off together. Joe and I were by ourselves.

  He started, “So, I guess I’ll head back to my parents’ house.”

  “I’d hoped you’d be coming home with me. But if you’d rather go back to your parents’ house…” He grabbed my hand and pulled me after him, walking like a man on a mission. I laughed as I ran to keep up. “Slow down, Joe. We have all night.”

  He slowed his steps slightly. “Sorry, got a little excited when you invited me back to your place.”

  “Don’t be sorry, my little legs just can’t move as fast as yours!” He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, cheek, jaw, and lips as we walked. I pushed the back of his T-shirt up, my hand on his bare back, rubbing the smooth skin. I felt a little out of my mind with desire, needing to be in my apartment, needing to feel his body on mine.

  We finally got to my place and climbed the steps. After unlocking the door, we stepped inside together. He and I just stood there for a long moment, breathing hard and staring at each other. Then he dropped the basket and we lunged.

  Twenty-Three

  Our bodies collided, my legs around his waist, his arms under my ass, holding me up. Our lips pressed roughly together, teeth clashing, tongues battling. There was no going slow or gentle caresses. This was hours, days, years of pent-up passion reaching the boiling point.

  Joe walked us to the couch and sat down with me straddling his lap. His erection was perfectly aligned with my center. I moved my hips in tight circles, rubbing myself against his hardness. There was way too much fabric between us.

  He groaned. “You’re so damn beautiful.” I slipped the straps of my dress down my shoulders and pulled my arms through so my bare breasts were exposed. Joe groaned again and drank in the sight of my chest. His eyes on me made my nipples unbelievably hard and my breasts feel heavy and full. I pushed up the bottom of his shirt and leaned back as he pulled it over his head.

  With his shirt off, he pulled me back onto him, our bare skin pressed together. I buried my face in his neck, sucking and kissing the skin. He smelled like summer and man and Joe. I couldn’t get enough.

  “I need you inside me. I really think I might die if you’re not inside me soon,” I breathed. I rubbed myself against his hardness, up and down, as I kissed his mouth.

  Joe’s hands finally moved to my breasts, holding them, rubbing his thumbs over my painfully hard nipples. I moaned against his mouth, and he used two fingers to pinch and tug the pebbled peaks. He pushed me back from him so he could look at me, then took a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the point and sucking.

  With his mouth on my breasts and the friction at my core, I edged closer and closer to an orgasm. I wanted him inside me before I came, so I reached down between us, undid his shorts, and pushed them down far enough to free his shaft. I wiggled my lace panties to the side and gasped when his erection slid against my bare skin.

  “Do you have a condom?” I managed to rasp out. He nodded and reached into his pants pocket, pulling out a foil packet. He ripped it open with his teeth, and I leaned back as he rolled it on.

  When his hands moved back to my hips, I raised up on my knees and grabbed his sheathed cock, positioning it right at my entrance. He ran his hands up and down my back, looking at my face, watching me as I slowly lowered myself onto him.

  My eyes rolled back in my head at the feeling of Joe inside me. I was soaking wet with desire, so he slid into me easily until our pelvises met. I had never been so full, never felt so good.

  “You’re amazing. God, you feel perfect,” he rasped, his hands kneading my ass.

  “No more distance,” I moaned, then I started to move. I circled my hips, grinding my clit against his pelvis. He squeezed my waist and thrust up into me as I rode him up and down, my hands holding onto the back of the couch behind him.

  Joe’s hands moved back to my breasts, cupping them to his mouth. He went back and forth between them, sucking the tips, swirling his tongue in circles.

  “Mmmmmmm…” The vibration of his mouth on my nipples shot straight to my core.

  My hands moved to his hair, yanking at it lightly as he groaned. Joe grabbed my hips and started pushing me down on him, over and over, while
he thrust up. Our bodies were slick with sweat, our skin gliding against each other.

  Chasing my orgasm that was so very close, I reached down between us and pushed two fingers against my swollen clit. I circled my fingers around once, twice, three times, and the orgasm took over, my insides clenching around Joe as I screamed out. I kept coming as he plunged into me almost savagely, his hands tight on my hips, his mouth clamped on my neck.

  He grunted loudly and stilled, pushing me down to keep us tightly joined as he came. We panted together, me slumped against his chest, his fingers tracing down my back. I rolled off him so he could take the condom off, and lay back against the pillow, watching him. He still had his shorts on, but I finally got a good look at his dick, and it was beautiful. Long and a little darker than his olive skin, with a thick, wide head. My mouth watered, imagining tasting him with my tongue.

  “That was amazing,” I sighed, my hand on my naked chest.

  “I hope you don’t think I’m done with you.” He pulled my legs so I lay flat on the couch. “Lift your butt up,” he ordered. I did what I was told, and in one swoop, he removed my panties and the dress that had been gathered around my middle. He stood over me as I lay there naked, his eyes raking over every inch of my body.

  Kneeling in front of me, he kissed me hungrily, his tongue twisting and circling around mine. I held onto his strong shoulders, running my hands over his long arms, then exploring his chest with my fingers.

  Joe moved away from my mouth and kissed down my body. He stopped at my belly, his tongue licking and probing my belly button. I never knew I liked that until he did it. I rubbed my legs together, needing friction. His mouth on my body had instantly reignited all my desire for him.

  He moved down in between my legs, spreading them wide, then stopped and just looked at me. I lifted my head so I could watch him, and seeing the hungry look in his eyes made me roll my hips toward him.

  After a long moment, Joe began kissing and licking the inside of my thighs until he reached the top. He ran his nose and lips along my labia, then dragged his tongue up the length of me. “I will never forget your taste. I’m going to live right here, okay?” I moaned in response, unable to form words as his tongue licked me up and down, tasting all of me.

  I threw my legs over his shoulders and ran my hands through his hair as he probed my opening with his tongue, swirling around just inside. “Oh my god, Joe,” I cried out when his tongue dove inside me. My head thrashed around, and I grabbed my breasts, tugging hard on my nipples.

  Joe pulled my hips closer to his mouth, and latched onto my clit with his lips, sucking the bud and pushing his tongue hard against it. My hips thrust into his face, and he pulled me even closer, positively feasting on me.

  I teetered right on the edge, my legs shaking on his shoulders, unintelligible sounds coming from my mouth when he pushed two fingers inside me and sucked hard on my clit at the same time. My insides squeezed his fingers, stars danced behind my eyelids, and I let out a long mewl, my whole body tightening as a brain-melting orgasm took hold. Joe kept licking and sucking as I came, his fingers sliding in and out. As I came down, he kissed my hip and sat back on the couch, my feet in his lap.

  My body lay limp on the couch, my limbs completely useless as I panted. “That was…” I sighed, unable to form words.

  He nodded. “Yeah, it was.” I chuckled and sat up. Joe pulled me over so my head rested on his chest.

  I traced my fingers along his abs, following his treasure trail up and down to the waistband of his boxer briefs. He was still hard, so I rubbed my palm over his erection. He shifted and thrust into my hand. “Whatcha doing, sweetness?”

  “I hope you don’t think I’m done with you,” I echoed his words from earlier.

  Somehow, even though I had just come the hardest I ever had in my life, I wanted him again. I stood up, completely naked and unashamed, and held my hand out to him. I led him to my bedroom, where I climbed onto the bed and crawled to the headboard, my ass swaying as I went. I sat down at the head of the bed and leaned back against the pillows. Joe watched me from the door, his hand slowly rubbing his hard length, lips parted.

  “Damn,” he ground out. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” He walked toward the bed, stopping next to where I sat. I swung my feet over the edge and pulled him close to me so he stood between my legs. I looked up at his face as I pushed his boxer briefs down his hips so he was finally naked too. His cock was now right in front of my face, and I couldn’t stop myself from circling my hand around the base and swirling my tongue around the wide head.

  Joe ran his hands through my hair. “Rachel, you don’t have to…”

  I nuzzled him with my nose and lips. “I want to.” I reached around and grabbed his ass to pull him closer. Opening wide, I took him in my mouth, sliding my tongue up and down the ridged length of him. I wanted to love every part of his body, and today was just the beginning.

  He pushed my head away gently. “I need to be inside you, sweet girl.” I nodded eagerly and reached into the drawer of my bedside table to find a condom. I opened the packet and rolled the latex sheath onto Joe’s hard length, keeping my eyes on his until I reached the bottom. Then I scooted back on the bed and he climbed on top of me.

  Joe’s elbows bracketed my head, his hips between my thighs, our chests pressed together. He leaned down and kissed my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a hickey, but I was too far gone to be concerned about that. I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him thoroughly. My feet rubbed the side of his hips, then rested on his ass.

  “I need you.” He sucked in a breath at my words, and without warning, plunged deep inside me, almost hitting the end. We both groaned when our bodies were joined once again. He didn’t pause, though. The second he was fully seated, he pulled out and thrust into me again, moving hard, my hips raising to meet his.

  Our desperate passion hadn’t subsided after the first round. I still felt frantic, clawing at his back, pushing him into me with my feet on his ass. The sound of skin slapping skin and incoherent mutterings and chants filled the room.

  “I need more,” I panted out. Joe kissed my lips, then moved up to his knees, my hips in his hands, my feet on his shoulders. From that angle, he slid into me deeply, moving my body up and down his cock with his hands.

  He stared down at me, his eyes roaming from where we were joined, to my belly and breasts, to my face. “So beautiful.”

  His abs glistened with sweat as he moved. Joe looked so big and powerful looming above my body, just the visual of him sent me to the edge. He must have felt that I was close, because he reached between us and circled my swollen clit with his thumb, round and round.

  My hands flew to my breasts and I squeezed my nipples as Joe slammed into me over and over. I closed my eyes, aware of nothing but the feeling of his body in mine.

  “Oooooh,” I moaned as my whole body stiffened and an orgasm flowed through me like raging rapids, pulling me under and lifting me back up, leaving me soaked and breathless.

  Joe followed me over the edge a moment later, stilling and moaning gutturally. My legs flopped off his shoulders as he pulled out slowly, then collapsed next to me. He and I lay panting side by side, our hands connected in the space between our bodies.

  I sighed loudly and rolled to my side to face him. He turned his head and smiled at me. I smiled back and giggled.

  “What’s so funny?”

  I shook my head and laughed again. “That was ridiculously good.”

  He chuckled. “Which part?”

  “Aaaaalllll of it. My body has never been so happy.”

  He reached over and rubbed his wide hand down between my breasts to my soft lower belly and back up again. “I’m glad I could make this gorgeous body happy.” I scooted closer to him and rested my head on his chest, my arm slung around his middle. He stroked my shoulder leisurely.

  I yawned. “I’m so sleepy now.” I squeezed his waist one more time, then sat up. “I’m going to get cle
aned up before I fall asleep.” He nodded, and as I walked to the bathroom, I put an extra swing to my hips in case he was watching. From the groan I heard coming from the bed, he was.

  After cleaning myself up, I stood at the sink brushing my teeth. Joe walked in behind me, unfortunately with his boxer briefs back on. When I leaned over to rinse my mouth out, I felt him cupping my bare ass.

  “You are so soft,” he said against my neck. “I could look at you and touch you like this all day, every day and never get enough.”

  I turned around to face him and threw my arms around his neck. “You’re not so bad yourself. But my sensitive bits need a little break before they get any more action. I left an extra toothbrush out for you.”

  I sauntered back into the bedroom to give him some privacy in the bathroom. While I waited for him, I put on one of my favorite nightgowns—a pale blue cotton chemise—and smiled to myself as I thought of his reaction.

  I was changing the sweaty sheets when he came back into the room. “Let me help with that.” He grabbed the other side of the cotton sheet and we spread it out. Working together, the bed was remade quickly, and we climbed in, meeting in the middle.

  Joe ran his hands over the thin strap of my nightgown. “I like this.”

  I smiled sleepily and nuzzled into his chest. “I like you.”

  He kissed my forehead, and replied, “Ditto, sweet girl.”

  Twenty-Four

  Before I even opened my eyes the next morning, my brain yelled out, I had awesome, mind-blowing sex with my dream guy last night! I was on my side with Joe behind me, his body cradling mine. The sex last night must have exhausted me so much that I stayed on my side of the bed.

  I shifted my body so my back pressed closer to his chest. “Mmmm...you feel good,” Joe said sleepily, surprising me that he was awake. His arm wrapped around me and he held me close. I kept my eyes closed, basking in the feel of his long body against mine. His warm hand pushed my nightgown up and rested on my bare stomach, his thumb rubbing back and forth.