In My Head

by Schiefer, S. L.

  “God, you’re beautiful when you come. The absolute abandon on your face is the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever seen.”

  I’m laying back on the hood of a car, my bottom half exposed for the world to see. And I don’t even care. I’m so sated that I couldn’t move my legs even if I tried at this point. I feel him remove his fingers from me, and I instantly feel the loss. Through half closed eyes I watch in utter fascination as he slowly brings his hand up to his mouth and he puts both fingers into his mouth and cleans them off.

  He moans from the taste of me, which causes a fresh wave of readiness to flow through me. Bracing myself on my arms, I sit up and scoot off the edge of the car. I look down to see that Bronson is completely turned on. I don’t hesitate to drop to my knees in front of him and undo his belt buckle. Slowly sliding the zipper down, I look up through my eye lashes at his face.

  Bronson brings his hands up to cup my face. I pull his pants and boxers down low enough so they’re not in my way. He cock springs free, and my eyes widen. He’s huge, like fucking hung like a horse. I take him into my mouth. I lick the underside of him. I focus on just the head. I try to take in as much as I can fit.

  He doesn’t let me do this for long though before he’s pulling me off him and leaning me over the front of his car. I hear his pants drop to the ground and he steps out of them. He flips my skirt up, and pulls my panties down my legs and lets them pool at my ankles. Grabbing a cheek in each hand he squeezes my ass, and pulls them apart. He lets go of one so he can line himself up with my opening.

  In one push, he slides himself in. He doesn’t thrust very hard at first, he slowly pulls in and out letting me adjust to his size. Letting go of my cheeks, he reaches up to lace his fingers through mine. He leans down, and kisses the side of my neck. He stretches our arms out to the side.

  He pulls out of me again, and instead of slowly thrusting back in he thrusts in hard. Slamming both of our hips into the front of the car. He starts a tortuous pace of pulling out slowly and thrusting in hard. Each time he thrusts, his cock hits that spot deep inside that drives me crazy.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, it hurts to look at you sometimes.” He starts saying something with each thrust.

  “Your pussy feels so good clamping around my cock. Squeeze me, milk my cock, Lyla.”

  “Your mouth felt just about as good as being in your pussy feels.”

  “If your pussy is this tight, how would it feel if I fucked your ass?”

  On and on he went. His comments getting more and more dirty each time. But it turned me. With one final thrust, he comes with a loud growl, and with the force of the thrust and just knowing he was coming I came. It was like an explosion of sensation. I saw black spots with the force of the orgasm.

  Holy. Orgasm. Batman.

  I’ve never came that hard in my life.

  I hear him chuckle in my ear. “Next time we see each other, we’ll actually spend the time getting to know each other. I truly didn’t mean for this to happen today. But I’m not sorry that it did.”

  Yeah, I’m not at all sorry either . . .

  I FEEL LIKE I’VE taken a million showers since I ran into Bronson. I’ve washed my skin raw, trying to remove every trace of him. I was so worried that Ben would smell my infidelity on me. But he didn’t. He came home and stuck to his usual routine. Showering and eating and then going to bed.

  He did snuggle with me when I finally came up to bed. I was hoping he would already be asleep before I came up. Unfortunately, he was still awake. And when he snuggled close to me it was like nothing was wrong in our perfect little life.

  Everything was falling apart and I was the only one aware.

  IT’S WEIRD HOW I keep randomly running into Bronson. I don’t have his phone number or any other information for him, yet somehow wherever I am he’s there. Like today, I was running to get coffee, and as I was walking out he was walking in.

  It’s in these few moments that I feel like fate as stepped in, to intervene in my life. Putting someone there, in my path making me question everything.

  “Bronson. I would say it’s a surprise, but I’m not so sure it is anymore.” I bring my warm cup up to my lips. Tipping the cup up, I take a sip, all while keeping my eyes on his blue ones.

  He studies me for a moment, before reaching out and grabbing my hand. I let out a surprised yelp, gripping my cup tighter so I don’t lose it as he yanks me close to him. My chest hits his chest, and I’m left to stare up into his eyes.

  I’m helpless against his hypnotic blue eyes. He’s taking me in, searching my face, for what I have no idea. But, he still hasn’t uttered a single syllable. Finally, his lips tilt up in a half smile.

  Without any thought, I smile back. Bronson dips his head and presses his lips against mine. I fall into the kiss so easy, then I jump back and out of his embrace.

  “We can’t do that right here, you know that. I can’t have anyone seeing us like that.”

  He looks to either side of him, looking down the road. Clearly looking to see if anyone saw. He looks back at me and says, “Meet me at Aumiller. I’m sure you know where it is?”

  “Yes, I know where it is.” My tone comes out harsher than I intended, but he’s put me in a weird situation now.

  “All right, go. I’ll meet you there in a minute. Park down by the T-ball fields. There is more privacy down there, and it isn’t baseball season. No one should be down there. Especially no one that knows you.”

  Nodding, I turn away from him. Walking to the car, I mentally count all the reasons why I shouldn’t meet him, or go anywhere near him, and I especially shouldn’t kiss him. Nope, definitely not. Bad news bears right there.

  I hear his car start up and peel out of wherever he’s parked. I shake my head, he’s such a little kid with that thing. I start my own car up, and back sensibly out of my parking spot and then head in the direction of the park.

  Following the big loop around I slow once I reach the fields, and pull in beside his fancy muscle car. He’s already out of his car, and sitting on one of the bleachers. So I get out, and head towards him. Not really sure what to expect, so I sit in the row just below him, and turn around so my feet can dangle beneath me.

  “So, what’s up?” I ask as nonchalantly as I can. Trying to add enough indifference to whatever I say as possible. I’m trying to keep myself out of any other sticky situations.

  “I haven’t seen you in a while. I kind of just wanted you to myself. For a while. How long do you have today?”

  I pull my phone out of my bra and check the time, and do some mental math. “Probably a couple hours.”

  Nodding, he stands up from the stands and jumps down. Grabbing my hand he pulls me behind him and walks towards our cars. “C’mon, get in.”

  “Get in? Where are we going?” I ask in confusion. We just got here, I’m not sure where he wants to go. Bucyrus is kind of a small town, there is nothing here besides a Walmart. I refuse to go walk around Walmart.

  “We aren’t going anywhere, get in the car.” He walks to the passenger side of his car, and pulls the door open for me. Pulling my hand out of his grip, I narrow my eyes at him while I walk around him and step into his car. He shuts the door behind me then rushes to his side of the car and hops in.

  Once his door is shut, he doesn’t waste any time in leaning over the center towards me. I back away and make a strained noise in my throat. Panicking that our chance encounter has led to this already. “Can’t we just talk, or something. Why do we need to do this?” I feel my eyes grow wide, and I start breathing heavy. From the anticipation from the almost kiss or from panic I don’t know.

  “Sure, we can talk. But I will have you before you leave me today. I just figured I could fuck you first, then we could cuddle in the backseat for a little bit.” He glances towards the back then back at me and waggles his eyebrows. “It is a pretty big backseat.”

  I chew on my bottom lip. I want him, I know I shouldn’t, but I do. I worry my lip between
my teeth so hard I think I’m going to draw blood. He reaches his hand out and uses his thumb to pull it out from between my teeth.

  “If anyone is going to bite your lip, it’s going to me. Don’t take that away from me.” I only stare at him. He continues to rub his thumb across my lower lip. His eyes looking like he’s ready to devour me at any minute.

  I reach across the seat and find his free hand and grab it. I shift in my seat, open my legs a little and place his hand in between my thighs, where I need him the most. And he instantly reacts. The hand he had near my face wrapped around the back of my head, he pulled me closer to him and kissed me.

  This kiss felt as if he was making love to my mouth. His tongue swept through my lips, connecting with mine and made me sink into him further. The hand between my legs started moving roughly against my cloth covered pussy. When he would pass over my clit, I would mewl in response.

  Telling him all he needed to know, he started to take off my shirt, then my bra, and then he pulled his hand away and grunted out, “Take your pants and shoes off.” Then went to work on freeing himself from his own pants.

  I toed my shoes off, and pushed my leggings down with my panties and shoved them off my feet. He pushed his seat all the way back and reclined it a little bit. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me towards him and helped me straddle him. I held myself up a little with my hands on the headrest beside his head.

  Bronson reached between us and grabbed a hold of his cock and lined himself up with my entrance. When I feel him push up a tiny bit, I let go and slam myself down on him.

  “Fuck, what are you trying to do? Go easy,” he grunts. I look up at him from under my eyelashes. Inwardly cheering at the faraway look he has on his face.

  “Are you ready, Bronson?” I quirk my eyebrow at him, and wait for him to acknowledge me.

  Grinning, he leisurely grabs onto my hips and tells me, “Go for it, sweetheart.”

  Lifting myself up, I slam back down onto him, only to do it again. I set a punishing pace, that strains my legs, making me feel like it was leg day at the gym. He starts meeting me thrust for thrust, when I come down he slams his hips up to meet me. It feels like he’s hitting that elusive G-spot, making me whimper.

  Bronson knows exactly what he’s doing with his cock. The last time left me more than sated, and now this time is promising to do the same thing. When I feel myself getting close, I tell him, that way he can come with me.

  “Ughhh, I’m getting close. Are you close?”

  “That’s all it takes to get you off, sweetheart? I don’t even get to play more? No, I’m not even close to wanting to get off. Climb into the back seat, little one.”

  I scoff, he’s wants me to fit my ass through the center of these seats and into the back? Effectively putting my ass directly in his face until I can get myself back there and situated.

  “Yes, right now.” He delivers a smack to my ass and helps me off his cock and practically throws me in the back seat. It doesn’t take long for him to hop over into the passenger seat, then leans back towards the driver’s seat and pushes the seat up towards the steering wheel as far as it will go.

  He crawls into the backseat and squats down on the floor on the driver’s side. His hands guide me, positioning me where he wants me: my head towards the passenger side of the vehicle and my hips angled towards him. My thighs quiver when I feel his hands along the inside of them. I stare down my body, straight into a pair of blue eyes. Eyes that haunt my dreams. Eyes that have the power to change everything.

  We hold eye contact as he lowers his head, pushing my thighs as wide as he can get them. The first lick has my hips jerking against his face, desperate for him to push me over the edge. And with the preliminary fucking in the front seat it really wouldn’t take much. I feel him hum against me, making appreciative noises. Showing me he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

  I squirm against his mouth as he devours me. Reaching my hands down, I grab ahold of his hair, pulling him tighter against me. But he shakes my hands out of his hair. He pulls his face away from my pussy, and looks up at me.

  “I got this under control down here, I don’t need you guiding my head to get me where you need me. I’ll get you off when I’m ready for you to get off.” He grins at me and lowers his head back down and starts sucking on my clit as he slides a long finger inside of me. I reach my hands out and grab onto the seat of the car. Trying to hold myself still, so maybe he’ll focus on my clit more, instead of bringing me right to the brink then edging off.

  “Ohgodohgodohgod.” Is this only coherent thought I am capable of right now. Finally, he nips my clit and sucks it into his mouth, fucking me harder with his fingers and I come on a long scream. He immediately pulls away from me, and I instantly feel the loss of his fingers. I’m not left empty long, in one hard thrust he’s filling me to the hilt.

  But this time is different. He doesn’t pull out and thrust back in hard. Bronson slowly pulls out and pushes his way back in inch by gorgeous inch. He lowers himself on his forearms, awkwardly in the car, and kisses me with such passion. It’s a slow exploring kiss. Like he’s trying to consume my soul with every swipe of his tongue.

  With each deep thrust, I’m finding myself in so much trouble.

  I’VE BEEN MORE AND more tired lately. No matter how long my good mood lasted from meeting my dad, it seems I’m slipping right back down into the rabbit hole. Cliché? Yes, but that’s how I feel. Like I’m slipping, down a deep, dark path that no one can save me from. I just keep setting myself up for failure. Keeping myself in the house, thinking about the little baggie of pills I have upstairs, and Bronson.

  God, Bronson. He is going to the sole reason my entire life falls apart. But, every time I see him, it’s like a breath of fresh air. Like everything is right in the world, that nothing bad could ever happen. But you know what they say about karma. She’s a spiteful bitch.

  I’m lying on the couch, listening to Kay scream and run around the house. Kody is in his exersaucer in front of me, dozing away. Every once in a while a high pitched scream will make him jerk awake, but then two seconds later he’s losing the battle to his eyes once again.

  That little boy looks just like his daddy. I hope he grows up to be just like him too.

  It’s a Friday afternoon, I’m not sure when Ben is going to be home tonight. But he did tell me he’s taking the weekend off and that he’s taking us away. He won’t tell me where we’re going at all. And I fucking hate surprises. Every time I text asking him where we’re going, he just texts back to stop worrying.

  Well, that’s easier said than done. Asshole.

  I pack throughout the afternoon, for myself and Ben. At least I know that he’ll match wherever we end up going. I have enough outfits for the weekend plus a couple extra. If he would just tell me where we’re going, I would be able to efficiently plan. But, you know, surprises.

  When Ben finally walks in the door, he comes straight to the couch and sits down next to me. Pulling Kody out of his exersaucer, he holds him up in the air and starts talking to him. Making Kody squeal and blow bubbles all over the place. And I can’t help but grin.

  “Are you going to tell me where we’re going yet?” My curiosity is killing me. Clearly.

  He gives me side eyes and grins. “We’re leaving really early in the morning so we need to take the kids out to your parents’ tonight.”

  He hands Kody over to me, and stands up from the couch. “That’s it? Nothing? No hints at all?”

  That mischievous grin splits his face again. “Nope. Kay! Want to come help Daddy pack your bag for Gramma’s this weekend?”

  Her excited squeal peels through the living room along with the sounds of her feet hitting the hardwood as she runs to Ben. He swings her into the air and catches her, and they both head up the stairs. I wrinkle my nose at my evasive husband.

  I glance down at my baby. “What do you say if we go get you a bag ready for Gramma, buddy?”

  I stand up from our couch, a
nd make my way upstairs too. Walking into Kody’s room, I put him down on the floor so he can play. Grabbing extra outfits, I add more to his diaper bag, making sure she would have everything she needs for him this weekend.

  When the bag is packed, I take it downstairs and set it next to the front door, next to mine and Ben’s suitcases. Kay’s will follow soon. And then we’ll be off to my mom’s. Then I’ll be that much closer to finding out where the hell I’m going.

  “NEW ORLEANS? REALLY?” I give my delusional husband a look of disbelief. I’m pretty sure he’s lost his mind. We’re not party people now, we used to be. But we’re parents now. Parents don’t go party in New Orleans.

  His booming laugh flows through the check in area of the airport. “Why not New Orleans? We both need a weekend away, and what better place to spend it than in a city that is a constant party.”

  “But there?” Ben chuckles and turns away from me. He finishes checking us in with the nice lady manning the desk this morning. I’m sure she’s tired of listening me to complain about going on vacation.

  After receiving our boarding passes and our luggage is checked, we head in the direction of TSA. I’m trying to not be excited about the prospect of just being away this weekend. I was somewhat hoping for a beach, but I guess I’ll take what I can get.

  Once we both go through the safety check, Ben takes me to a Starbucks close to our gate. I’m not one that loves flying, so I tend to drink a bunch of caffeine before we get on a plane, which usually has my bladder screaming at me forty-five minutes into our flight.

  We walk up to the barista and order. Ben ordering a black coffee and a caramel frappuccino for me. Drinks in hand, we walk back towards our gate and sit in the hard plastic chairs. I stare out the window at all the taxying planes. My nervousness growing by the minute, until I’m bouncing my leg up and down. It takes Ben placing his hand on my leg to get me to stop.