The Land of Rabbits: Long Shot Love Duet (Book One)

by Aven Jayce

  My pussy aches to be touched. I need to feel him. I need him in me.

  “Can we...” I hold back, wanting to say it, but afraid I’ll come across as a slut.

  “What, beautiful? Can we what?”

  He pushes his length over my stomach. A suggestive grin flashing across his face before he closes his eyes and takes control of my lips.

  God, that tongue.

  I feel radiant as it teases.

  In and out.

  Around and around.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No.” I inhale. “No, I don’t. I want you. I want us to fuck.”

  His hands move with wild energy over my chest. I grip his dick, feeling powerful with the massive length in my hand, being charmed by its flirtatious twitch.

  “Be sure, okay?” he says.

  “I am. I’m sure... but I haven’t done it much, so don’t be disappointed.”

  He looks at me, wetting his lips, curious as to what that means.

  “Not much?” My forehead’s gently touched while he stares into my eyes. “Maybe we shouldn’t. I don’t have a condom.”

  “I’m on the pill...”

  Fuck. That didn’t come out right.

  “Not because I sleep around... don’t think that okay?”

  Shit, I’m nervous.

  “It’s medical... for cysts. Have you... when did you...”

  Calm down.

  “Was she clean... is it safe... are you safe?”

  Fuck. I have to learn to let it happen without opening my mouth. Stop thinking.

  He moves closer to run the tip of his nose along my jawline, comforting me with the gesture while whispering, “Take it slow. I’m not fucking you until you relax. It has to be right. Not forced.”

  “I’m struggling to take it slow. I’m just so excited. So aroused.”

  “It’s okay... I am too. If you want to know, it’s been years. Since high school.”

  I exhale deeply, starting to relax a little. “Do you expect it?”

  “No. I’d fucking love it, but if it makes you this nervous, no. I’ve waited this long, I can wait longer if I have to.”

  “That’s good to know.” My fingers brush his cheek. I trust he’s being sincere. There’s no demand, no tension or anxiety coming from his end. He’ll wait...

  But I can’t.

  He leans in and kisses my palm, making my toes curl and my clit surge.

  “I want this.” My voice is faint and pleading. “I do. Put it inside. I want you inside me.”

  “Christ... your words alone are gonna make me cum.”

  He shifts forward in a swift ride then curves his back, looking down at my body.

  My stomach’s sweaty. My heart’s exploding from his touch... uh... I bite my lip, smitten as he buries his lengthy finger inside me. He slides a second one in, causing my hips to rise and my ass to tighten.

  “I can’t wait to feel this... your wet pussy coating my cock. It’s gonna be so fucking good. But... we should wait.”

  “Nooo,” I whimper as he erupts in a playful laugh. “Oh, don’t tease. Whatever you did, worked. I’m lusting after a man. After you. I want you.”

  “Say it again.”

  “I want you,” I whisper.

  “Again,” he commands, sliding his seductive fingers while circling my clit with his thumb.

  Fuck me. I mouth my words.

  He exhales, lowering his chest to mine. Quick nipping kisses are left on my shoulder, up my neck, to my ear.

  “Soon,” he says.

  “Uh!”

  I squirm underneath him, grinning adoringly at his frisky expression.

  “Shh-shh.” He catches my mouth for another passionate kiss. “You’re almost there.”

  “Where?”

  “All in. One decision away from experiencing a different world.”

  “I think I’m already there.”

  “Close... just know that if we fuck, you have to come back. I’m not gonna let you get away once I’m inside you, so be sure.” His lips advance with a gentle swipe and unite with mine. “Tell me you want me,” he whispers. “Be sure and say it one last time.”

  He lifts his hips to my sneaking hand, allowing me to trace his length. I let his dick hover between us, neither holding or stroking it, barely touching his flesh with the back of my fingers. Up and down. Up and down. Tickling him. Tempting him.

  He takes a deep breath, glancing down while waiting for my response. A minute passes before he comprehends my comforting touch as a sign. I’m calm and composed. I’m ready.

  My hand’s caught and brought to his mouth for erotic finger play. A lick, a taste, a suck... the warmth of his breath running down my arm, causing my heart to melt.

  “Okay,” he whispers, slowly positioning his dick in just the right spot. With a swift thrust forward and a hard bite to my shoulder...

  “Oh!” I gasp, turning my head and gripping at the sleeping bag before clutching his chest.

  My legs coil and capture his waist, feeling pressure... no pain, not like last time. Just pressure. I love it.

  “You okay?” he asks.

  “I’m more than okay.”

  His face is peaceful, his eyelids closed in a sleepy, half-moon gaze. My pussy constricts then loosens over his length, hinting to begin.

  “You want me to move, don’t you?”

  “Yes.” I wish.

  “I will,” he says with a hush. “Discipline first.”

  His orange scented mouth is back on mine, and my obedient tongue follows his steady movements. My hips begin to rock, needing more, only to be subdued by his hand.

  “Please move.”

  “Wait. Be still.”

  Our feet join, giving each other tender rubs, bringing my entire body into arousal. I’m on fire from head to toe.

  “Feel good?”

  “Amazing.”

  “Then I’m not moving.”

  “Ohh... but I might pass out in anticipation. This is so intense.”

  “Discipline,” he repeats. “Look at me for a moment.”

  I get lost in his lecherous gaze. He’s just as aroused, except able to control the urge to fuck, unlike me.

  “Paying attention?”

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me you want me more than you want my dick.”

  “But... what if I want both?”

  He smiles and starts to pull out, then promptly slides back in, forcing me to hold in a scream.

  “That feels... oh my God... keep doing that. Move.”

  “Look at me again. Keep those gorgeous baby blues open.”

  I bite my lip, frenzied from his last carnal thrust.

  “I had a quick taste of you the other night, but we were interrupted. This is different. There’re no rules out here. No threat of punishment for being with you and no one to get in the way. I can take my time and enjoy every second, every movement, every breath.”

  He glides out, lifting his torso to admire his wet dick. The crown touches my clit before sliding quickly back inside. I strain to find the same control as him, my head defeated by my body when a blissful kick emerges, begging for more.

  He drops closer, running his fingertips along my hairline, caressing my skin as he speaks.

  “You will be coming back.”

  Pull out... mmm... slide in.

  “I’m coming back.”

  Pull out... pause... oh... slide in.

  “For me, not my dick.”

  Out... for fuck’s sake I’m going to burst... in.

  “For you. I’m coming back for you.”

  His head falls to my shoulder, finally fucking me in an energetic momentum.

  Our chests glide in sweat and erotic sounds fill the tent.

  “Fuck. Your pussy’s incredible.”

  His dick grows harder, wider, and uses longer drives as his lower body stimulates my clit with each push. Small sp
asms radiate with each movement. The space we’re in is intimate and my growing feelings for him are beyond my control. This is it. It’s right. It’s emotional. And... and...

  Holy hell... I’m gonna cum.

  “Oh, fuck. You’re close.”

  His movements become more precise, targeting my most sensitive areas.

  It’s happening. I feel it coming.

  I embrace him, lifting my head to his chest to hide my face.

  I stop breathing.

  He moves faster.

  Then a flowing eruption strikes deep inside, shocking my body. It shoots through my chest and down my limbs, causing a strong shudder all the way to my toes.

  “I feel it,” he says, touching my full lips. “God, that’s good. Your pussy’s locked so tightly around me... you’re gonna make me cum.”

  I pick up on his motion, my orgasm reaching its peak then steadily dissolving into a ripple of waves with low unwinding cries.

  “Fuck... I’m gonna cum... I’m gonna cum...”

  He stops, suddenly straightening his arms into a dominant and majestic pose, lost in a daze before taking a quick lunge in and out.

  His dick’s rock hard, his ass clenched and trembling—then I feel it—an abrupt contraction and a quick release... and another. He fucks me hard for a few more seconds, then stops a second time, possessing me with his massive size as a bead of sweat runs down his chest.

  I hold his heavenly face, loving that we did this, and savoring the moment.

  By his warm smile, I can tell he feels the same.

  “I’m already craving more.” I smile back.

  “Yeah... this is only the beginning,” he whispers, kissing my shoulder and neck, his low voice drowning in pleasure. “I’ve been deprived my entire life, but you just changed all that. I’m going to give you so much more. Just wait, Adlyn...

  ... just wait.”

  Chapter Eight

  DYLAN

  I LOST MY VIRGINITY in the comforts of my childhood bedroom with a guy I’d been dating for months... it sucked ass. My second time was in a tent with a homeless guy I’d known for three days... and it was fucking fabulous.

  “HOMELESS? He sleeps along the Hudson River? Why didn’t you tell us this last weekend when you got back from your date?” Nadine asks. “You’ve been out with him twice since then. Was it down at that homeless camp?”

  As Brian speaks, his face is fraught with anger. “You said he walked away from you that day because he was self-conscious about being poor, that he didn’t want you to see his home, not because he didn’t have one.” He turns to Nadine. “See, I knew something was fishy.”

  “And you had sex there?” she asks. “With people around? Did they see you? Dang it, what else are you hiding from us?”

  “It wasn’t like that. He has a tent. And we only did it once. Tuesday and Wednesday evening we hung out downtown and talked, but we didn’t go back to the river. He doesn’t like taking me to his place.”

  “Place? It’s not a place... you can’t hang around this guy,” she says. “This is dangerous. You could get mugged or raped along that trail.”

  “Being homeless doesn’t make a person a criminal.”

  “You don’t know who’s down there or who he’s friends with.”

  “That’s a load of shit. Just because he doesn’t live in a big brick mansion like the two of—”

  “Adlyn, stop!” Brian snaps. He takes off his baseball cap and tosses it on the kitchen counter, scratching his head while he tries to figure out what to say. “We’re supposed to be looking out for you now that your mom’s gone.”

  “Not forever. Just ‘til I go back to school and get my life in order.”

  “Yes, forever! We’re family. Listen to me, I get that you just turned twenty and you’re not a teenager anymore, but fuck, you can’t date a homeless man. This is a bad idea.”

  “Why?” I cross my arms in frustration. “He’s nicer than the last guy I dated, plus he’s trying to get off the streets. He’s been working for a landscaping company this week... and he doesn’t do drugs like some of the people I met at school. So tell me why having feelings for a decent, hardworking guy is a bad idea?”

  “Because.”

  “That’s not an answer.”

  “Because now more than ever you need stability in your life, that’s why,” Nadine says. “Linnet would’ve never allowed this.”

  “I wouldn’t have told her.”

  Their faces express disbelief.

  “Okay, I would’ve. And she would’ve been upset. But she also couldn’t have stopped me. I thought the three of us were close enough to talk without me getting shit on. Maybe I shouldn’t tell you guys anything.”

  “You kept this from us for a week,” my aunt shouts.

  The doorbell rings and they look at one another then at me. Perfect timing.

  “That’s him. He’s picking me up and we’re hanging out with his brother tonight.”

  “What brother?”

  “He mentioned him on our last date. He said he was meeting him in the city and I could come along.”

  “Where in the city? What part? And picking you up how? Does he have a car?” She looks frantically around the room. “We need to hide the... we have a lot of collectibles that need...”

  “Don’t worry. I won’t let him in if you’re afraid he’ll steal your stuff... God, you wanted me to fuck him at Afterglow last week, and now that you found out he’s homeless, you’re afraid of him? How fucking ridiculous is that?”

  “I never said I was afraid of him.”

  “You didn’t have to! Why was it okay to buy him for sex, but it’s not okay for us to date?” I head for the door. “Oh, and by the way, the people you were with were homeless too. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.”

  Their eyes are the size of melons, following me to the door.

  “Hi,” I answer.

  “Hi, beautiful,” he says, leaning against the porch column, next to the wrought iron railing.

  I can tell he just got off work by his sun-kissed face and the grass clippings stuck to his jeans and grey canvas shoes.

  He nods toward the street. “You remember, Tyler... I mean, Trent. Tyler is his Afterglow name. His real name’s Trent.”

  “Yeah.” I see the guy with spikey hair and tattoo-covered forearms, picking at his fingernails. He spits on the sidewalk then sits on the hood of a rusty Chevy Citation, appearing anxious as he spits again.

  The hood’s held down with bungee cords, plastic’s covering the passenger side window, the rims are spray-painted green, and the back bumper’s secured with duct tape. It’s one of the worst cars I’ve ever seen.

  “Hell no,” Brian mutters. “That car’s a death trap.”

  “I don’t think we’re going far.” I turn to Quinn. “Are we?”

  “Hurry up, peckerhead!” Trent yells. “He’s waiting.”

  “Chill out,” Quinn calls back. “Sorry. He’s my brother’s best friend, not mine. We’re on our way to pick him up at the university. I haven’t seen him since I left for Afterglow last year.”

  “Your brother’s at the university... in this city? SUNY Albany? Or are you driving somewhere else?” Brian asks.

  “Here, in this city.”

  “Is he taking summer classes?”

  “Brian, stop.” I roll my eyes and step outside, taking Quinn’s hand. “I’ll call you guys later to check in.” We walk hurriedly down the front walk to the car.

  “Addie wait,” Nadine says, quickly turning to Brian. “Do something.”

  “Like what?”

  “I don’t know, maybe you should let them use your car.”

  “What? What about yours?”

  “We’re good,” Quinn says, opening the back door to help me in. “It runs. It’ll get us there and home.”

  He sits next to me in the back seat as Trent starts the engine and pulls away. He waits to turn the corner b
efore hitting the gas, speeding out of the neighborhood.

  “Fuck, that house was huge. And did you see their faces? That chick’s jaw was down to her tits. And the beefy guy, what a—”

  “Don’t talk about my aunt and uncle that way.”

  He grips the headrest of the passenger seat and faces me with a pissy expression.

  “Trent, knock it off and watch the road.”

  “Why? You worried she’ll fall in love with my good looks? Should I put a bag over my head so she can’t see me?”

  “Just turn around. Watch where you’re going.”

  “I am. Stop being so uptight.”

  “Are you gonna be an ass all night?”

  He lights a cigarette and cranks down his window, responding with a laugh.

  Fast food wrappers are strewn all over the back seat, and a large hole in the floorboard reveals the blurry road. Ashes swirl and land on my clothes. My hair smells like smoke. Trent drives like shit. The car is shit... I must have a major crush to be sitting here right now.

  I stare at Quinn. Yes, major crush. That’s why I’m here.

  I’ve been distant and numb for days, longing to see him, walking around Nadine and Brian’s house like I was on another planet. I’ve done nothing but daydream.

  And my heart and clit teamed up this week... one fluttering in quick bursts whenever I thought of him, the other following... back and forth, crazed over his face... his body... that devilish grin... and fuck, the size of his dick. I swear I must’ve masturbated fifty times in a matter of days, wishing he were in me.

  “Sorry I haven’t discussed my family much. I guess I don’t want to scare you away,” he says.

  “Why would telling me your brother’s at the university scare me away?”

  “You talking about Dylan back there? You pussy. Always hiding him from people.”

  “Shut up, that’s not true.”

  “Why’d you leave the retreat? Did you get fired like Quinn?” I ask.

  “Nah, Roxanne sent me to find that dick sitting next to you and bring him back. Her new massage boy is a total fuckup. You should’ve seen the kid the other night. The dumbass was wasted, and he puked all over a hot black chick while he was rubbing her down. Man, did Roxanne ever have a fit.”