by Aven Jayce
His sinuous tongue flicks my clit, gliding around and circling in a firm dance. My feet rise onto his shoulders as I grip his hair.
“Jesus, that’s good.”
My hips rock with the motion of his tongue while my mouth drops open. I can’t believe the feeling. My clit’s only been bitten and nipped in the past and it always hurt, this is different... stimulating... passionate.
“Ohh... fuck!” I clutch the sheet. “I...” His finger twists and rubs inside my pussy, causing my hands to slam onto the bed... once, twice, a third time before gripping and twisting the sheet again. “God!”
“That’s the spot.” He sounds pleased, going back for more.
I writhe and squirm, gasp and moan, until my eyes clamp shut, my breathing stops, and my legs start to quiver.
He senses I’m about to cum and possesses my hands, keeping them securely confined in his. My clit spasms, a wave of heat claims my body, and an immense burst flows through my sensitive nerve endings. I can’t speak... can’t breathe... can’t see...
“Yesss.”
... can’t move.
“Bet that’s good.”
“Mmm.”
“Beautiful.” He holds my chin and his thumb slips inside my mouth. “I’m gonna make you cum so many times you won’t be able to stand in the morning. Get ready to be kissed, licked, fingered, and fucked.”
“I already can’t stand.” I struggle for a full breath while trying to put my brain back in order. “And now, I know.”
“Know what?”
“That the other men I’ve been with didn’t know shit.”
He laughs while taking off my underwear. With a sweet kiss, he rolls on top and places his dick over my clit. I look down, wishing I could see it in the dark.
My mouth is captured in a commanding kiss as his warm skin presses over mine, humping me with long and steady thrusts. Our legs and arms entwine, the closeness electrifying.
He’s affectionate, massaging my breasts and paying attention to my needs with a devoted touch of his mouth and hands.
“I want you to cum again,” he whispers. “With me this time. You can suck me off later, after we play together.”
He lowers my hand to my clit and sits up, rubbing himself off as I do the same. I can barely make out his contour in the darkness—a large shoulder and an arm moving, but no face.
The sounds of forceful breaths and flesh being jerked fill the room. He rises, leaning forward, using one arm to support himself while tugging faster with the other.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to hear you cum.”
My fingers accelerate in a firm rub, back and forth, my toes pointed toward the night sky.
“My cock’s so fucking hard.” He leans back and slides a finger back inside.
“I’m close.” My words are breathless. I grip the sheet in my free hand as fiery sensations sneak down my legs. It’s starting. Another flash of heat arrives, rushing up my chest to penetrate my throat. It’s stronger this time... stunning... silent. I can’t even whimper.
“Fuck, fuck.” A shot of cum hits my stomach, and another, and another. “Uh!”
His sturdy body lowers and our wet lips hug. I embrace his face, assuring that he stays on top while I enjoy every last spasm... ending with an intense quest for air.
“I’m gonna be smiling for days, weeks, the rest of the year.” He rolls to my side, touching my lips in the dark. “Good. You’re smiling too. A nice start?”
“It was excellent.” My feet swipe his in a friendly meeting at the end of the bed. “That was... it was beyond what I was expecting. I knew we’d kiss, but the orgasms were a bonus,” I joke. “Can you light the candle again? I wanna see you.”
“Yeah, hold on.” He gets up and flicks a lighter by the workbench, lighting two this time. “They tend to go out when the door’s open. I hate to close it because I don’t want to lock Grace in, so I leave it open a crack most of the time.”
“Grace? That’s what you call the rabbit?”
“Yep.” He walks back over and cleans his cum off my skin with his T-shirt. “God, I never thought I’d see the day when such a beautiful woman was naked in my bed.”
I blush and my arm covers my chest.
“Don’t be shy now.” He moves it out of the way. “Your tits are perfect.”
“Thanks.”
“I noticed during the massage that you don’t have any tats.” He tosses his shirt and runs his hand across his chest, gazing down at my body.
“That’s another fear of mine. I’m terrified of needles. But...” I turn and lift my hair, showing a small tat high on the back of my neck. “When you’re drunk enough, anything can happen.”
“I would’ve never seen that. What type of bird is it?”
“A linnet. They’re part of the finch family.”
“Why’d you pick it?” He steps into his boxers and hands me my underwear.
“Linnet was my mom’s name. Linnet Moore. She was named after those birds. What about you?”
“Tats? No, I have enough marks on my body. Besides, they’re fucking expensive. My money’s spent on ‘needs’ not ‘wants.’”
I look around the room, my head in a surreal state. In less than nine hours, I went from opposing this trip to almost fucking a guy in a barn in the woods. I haven’t had this much fun in forever.
“Quinn, I want to ask you again, what are you doing here? You sleep out in this barn, are annoyed with Roxanne, aren’t allowed to enjoy the touch of a woman... why not leave?”
He sits next to me with his back against the wall, touching my leg while drinking his beer. He gives me a sip, taking his time to answer.
“Tell me. No one’s out here to stop you from talking.”
“Sometimes it’s hard to know where the right place to be is. Other times you don’t have much of a choice.” He reaches to the foot of the bed and takes a small box off the nightstand, setting it next to me on the cot. I sit up as he opens it.
“Here.” He hands me a high school ID card. “That’s about all I have to offer.”
“Quinn A. Ellis,” I whisper. “Good-looking pic. You used to have a crew cut.”
“It was taken when I was seventeen.”
“How’d you get a black eye?” I fall back onto the pillow and hold his photo closer to my face, studying it in the dim light.
“A fight. He got his too. Typical teen shit.”
“What’s your middle name?”
“Anthony.”
“You lived in Schenectady, that’s twenty minutes from where my aunt and uncle... where I live now.”
“I know. I heard you mention it.”
“Are all the employees from there?”
“There, Albany, Troy... that general area. Those are the closest cities to this place.”
“Huh.” I hand it back to him. “At least I got a name... and a good one at that. Quinn Ellis. I like it.”
“You’re easy to please.” He returns the box to the nightstand and slides next to me, bringing my body close to his.
“I guess this is wishful thinking, but I hope I can see you again after tonight,” I say.
He nibbles my neck then gives me a light kiss on my earlobe. “You too.” My earrings are swept with his tongue before he brushes his cheek along mine. “Right now, I have no plans on sleeping for the rest of the night. I just want to be with you until you leave.” His tongue separates my lips, moving in for more play. It swirls while his firm hand squeezes my ass and his body shifts forward, pressing his flaccid dick into my leg. “I can’t wait ‘til I’m hard again.”
“I can’t believe I came twice.”
“You did all the work the second time.”
“True.”
“Fuck.” He sits up and looks toward the door. “Put your clothes on.” He dashes into his jeans.
“What?” I start to dress, a second later smelling what put him on edge... a cigarette. “Oh shit.”
“She’s coming.”
“You stupid boy.” Roxanne stands in the doorway, holding a backpack. Ashes fall as she moves closer, tossing the bag to his feet.
“Keep your cigarette over by the workbench before you blow this place up. There’re gasoline cans close to where you’re flicking that thing.”
“Shut up. Pack up. And get out.”
His lips purse as he stands in front of her, hesitant before saying, “Fuck you.”
He gets a hard slap and a finger pointed in his face. “Get your fucking junk and leave or I’ll send the guys to toss you out on your ass. Do it before they beat you to a pulp. I want you off my grounds, now!”
I stand behind him, speechless. Helpless.
“You think you can work for me and never give in? Eat my food, drink my beer, and do whatever the fuck you want without ever lying in my bed?” A vein pops out of her neck. “What makes you so goddamn superior to the other men here? Get your shit together and get the hell out.”
He picks up the backpack and exhales, taking a handful of items from the nightstand and reaching for the books.
“Leave ‘em.”
“This one’s mine,” he says, placing the drug addiction book in his bag. He zips it up and walks to the corner, taking a look at the flower seed box to say goodbye to Grace. “You don’t belong here, either. Find your way home to the other rabbits. Stay safe.”
“Where are you going?”
I follow him to the door and he gives me a quick kiss. His face is long, showing extreme disappointment. “Having just a small taste of you was worth it.”
“Blah, blah, blah. Get the fuck out.”
He turns to Roxanne with clenched fists. “You’re lucky I don’t hit women, cuz you’d be flat on your ass if I did.”
“Such a tough guy. Good luck living in misery,” she says, watching his figure disappear into the dark night.
“Wait.” I look out, seeing him vanish down the trail. I race to find my sandals and cell, but the door shuts before I can head out after him. “Quinn, wait!” I shout. She blocks the door, flicking ashes to the plywood floor. “Get out of my way.”
“Your total charge is five grand.”
“What? Fuck that. Move over.” My wrist is brutally grabbed when I try pushing her aside, her long-nailed clutch causing my hand to shake. “Unlike Quinn, I will hit a woman. Now let go.”
My strong tone produces a tsk-tsk response.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I say.
“Oh.” She cocks her head, giving me a victorious look. “I’m an admired woman around here. And you... you’re a sleazy, revolting criminal. Your acts are inexcusable.” I try to pull back, only to be held tighter. “If you don’t have the money, we can make a deal. How about you work it off? Come to my room and crawl into bed with me. All of my employees are busy and I could use the company.”
My lips twitch in anger. “Let. Go.”
“You know, dear...” I’m pushed to the floor, landing on my ass in a thud. Her hairy legs power toward the workbench where she blows out the candles. I’m in the dark again, this time with a vile witch, not a charming prince. “... he’s a filthy boy. Don’t waste your time on such scum.”
“If he’s such scum, then why’d you hire him?”
I get to my feet, defenseless as I watch her glowing cigarette circling, tormenting, goading me on. She ignores my question. Damn, I’d love to kick her knees and take her down.
“Where’s he going?”
“I’d tell you to pack your bags and leave, except the rest of your party paid a healthy fifteen grand. Why is it always the cheapskates who try to steal from me? People take the inexpensive package and want the whole shebang. Everyone wants a handout these days.”
“Where?” I seethe.
“Home. He’s getting his clothes from inside then it’s bye-bye time. Hit the road, Jack. He’s finished. I don’t need employees like him defying me... treating me like I don’t exist. This is my fucking home. Not his. The kid’s a bad seed. I should’ve fired him months ago.”
“So why didn’t you?”
“I enjoy a challenge.” She walks out and I follow a yard behind, not wanting to get close enough to be grabbed again. “Tyler had to nearly force him into my car when I picked them up.”
“Tell me where he lives. I want his address.”
Orange embers trail through the night as she shakes her head. “Demanding little thief, aren’t you? If he wanted you to know he would’ve told you himself. What’s the attraction to that piece of garbage anyway? It’s not like he’s a rich doctor or a star athlete.”
I stop my pursuit, letting her walk ahead. Screw this. I won’t get anywhere with her.
I keep my distance until we reach the backyard of Afterglow. She’s still in that skanky black robe, still sauntering, and still a bitch—nefarious nasty-ass woman that she is.
“I’ll charge him to your room,” she calls back. “Thanks for fondling one of my men.”
“He’s not yours anymore!”
I wait for her to go inside while trying to figure out what to do. Following him won’t get either one of us anywhere. He can’t stay here, I can’t bring him back, and even if I’m able to catch up with him, I can’t tag along. I can’t call him either. Damn it.
“Fuck, this sucks.”
“Adlyn?” Brian’s voice comes from the pool. “What are you doing back there? It’s almost morning. Didn’t you sleep?”
“No.” I drag my feet through the wet grass, hit by the smell of chlorine when I get closer to the pool. “Didn’t feel like it.”
“Didn’t feel like it or can’t?”
“Both.”
He’s in the hot tub, his arms outstretched and head back, exploring the sky. “Nice night to be out. Tons of stars up there.”
“Yeah.” I sit on the concrete and slip my feet into the bubbly hot water. “Why aren’t you asleep?”
“Ahh, I’m wounded.”
“What?”
“Threw my back out.”
I try not to laugh, holding my smile against my shoulder.
“Don’t ever get old.”
“From what I’ve experienced through you and Nadine, I don’t plan on it.”
“You okay?” He looks at me and I give him a weak nod. “Wow, I guess so.”
“What does that mean?”
“Your hoodies inside out and your usual pristine hair’s a complete mess.” He closes his eyes and lets his hands float in the water. “I remember those days. Quick and erotic. When you get older those moments are few and far between. Sex becomes more planned, less exciting.”
“That’s what Nadine said.”
“Did she?”
“Why does it have to be that way? Maybe it’s just the two of you.”
He opens one eye, questioning my response. I can sense he views me as naive, same as Nadine.
“We’re leaving in six hours. You should get some sleep.”
“Actually... I’m getting drunk.”
Chapter Six
HOME
“ADDIE, TAKE OFF THE sunglasses and sit up. I thought I told you to lay off the booze. Remember that conversation we had last night? Dang it, I didn’t want to wake up and find you passed out.”
Nadine’s peeved. I drank a shitload so I could fall asleep. I can’t remember much after the third, or maybe it was the fourth, fourth shot of... what the fuck was I drinking? Must’ve been good, whatever it was.
“At least she made it to her room,” Jess says, shoving a forkful of scrambled eggs into her mouth.
“I think I’m gonna barf,” I say, slouched forward with my hand supporting my head.
“Good. Here, eat some eggs. They’ll help you upchuck, then you’ll feel better.”
“Oh God.” I push the plate away and puff out my cheeks. “Why didn’t you let me sleep in?”
“We did,” Jess says. “It’s ten o’clock.�
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“Mmph, too early. Way too fucking early.”
“How was your night, anyway?” she asks.
My nose scrunches at the piece of egg stuck to her bottom lip, moving up and down, taunting my queasy stomach as she speaks. “Mine was awesome. But I thought Tyler would be in his thirties, not so young. Hey, did you ever kiss that guy?”
“Mmph.”
“Is that a yes or a no?”
“Addie, you’re a wretched drunk and even worse when you’re hung over,” Nadine says. “I hate it when you get this way. Why do you think I asked you not to go overboard last night? Now please, be an adult while you’re sitting here.”
“Me, be an adult? You’re the one who’s a horrible caretaker.”
She drops her fork and tosses her napkin, glaring at me with a heavy sigh. Shit, why did I open my big mouth?
“Is that what I am to you? A caretaker? Where the hell did that come from? That one hurt.”
“Sorry, but—”
“No buts. No more excuses for drinking.”
“Well, you don’t have to gripe about me not being an adult because I’m hung over. People get drunk no matter what the fuck their age is. It’s not just college students. Eighty-year-old alcoholics can be this way.”
“You’re not an alcoholic.”
“Yes she is,” Jess says.
“Enough. Here, drink some juice. Wake up before we start the drive home.”
“Mmph.”
“I said, enough. You want a caretaker, fine. I’m caring for you. Stop pissing and moaning and cut the crap. And I don’t want to hear you say you’re better and drinking less when clearly you’re not. I’m tired of it.”
“You’re lecturing me.”
“Damn right I am.”
“She’ll be better when she gets back in school,” Jess says under her breath, checking who’s around. “Tell me about your man before Brian comes out.”
They talk nonstop, causing my headache to turn into a migraine. I take small bites of a dry bagel, trying not to hear the details. Wish I had my headphones. Wish I were home. My real home... makes me wonder about Quinn and his. I haven’t stopped thinking about him since I was dragged out of bed.
