Riding It Out

by Jennifer Foor

  Maybe I should have been offended. Perhaps this game was a test to see what I would do, and if that were the case I knew I was going to pass, because nothing could have stopped me from reaching my mouth down and sticking my tongue out to touch it. I wanted him in my mouth, all of him, completely.

  He jerked forward, holding his own shaft as he teased me with it his cock. “You want it don’t you?”

  I nodded with my mouth open wide. “Yes.”

  “Fuck, you’re so damn sexy.” The smooth tip brushed over my soft tongue. It wasn’t enough to fill my craving. I needed it all.

  A moan escaped my lips as I licked them, preparing for more. Reed froze for a moment watching me again. Then he stood up overtop of me. Even though I knew I could easily free my hands, I kept them above my head. He crouched back down, pulling me by my hands until I was upright. Then he got up on his knees. I realized immediately what he was doing. While my hands were bound in front of me I moved forward wrapping my lips around his dick. I let them glide over his smooth shaft while I sucked him hard. He held my hair and my head moved without effort. I took him as deep as possible, gagging a few times on the length of his cock. It was getting him off, and I was preparing myself to take his explosion in my mouth.

  Just as quickly as he’d changed positions before, he pulled away from me, leaving my mouth empty. My cheeks were throbbing from having worked so hard sucking him off. Reed lifted my hands over his head so that they were wrapped behind his neck. He lifted us both up easily. Once we were standing, he pushed me up against the wall. I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his ass, moving it up and down as we kissed, unpaced and ravenous. He squeezed both of my sensitive nipples, while bringing his knee up to rub over my pussy. In no time at all I was getting weak in my knees and crumbling to the floor. I couldn’t control what was happening to my body, and my mind. “Tell me what you want, Erica.”

  He already knew the answer. Against his lips I whispered, “You. I want you to fuck me. Please.”

  We tumbled back down on the carpet and he kissed me softly on the neck, then all the way to my ear. “I won’t fuck you, because someone as beautiful as you are deserves more than that. Tonight I’m going to make love to you.”

  I could hardly catch my breath before I felt him position himself at my entrance. With one push he entered me, using my own lubrication to his advantage. It had been so long, too long to go without this kind of fulfillment.

  Hunger.

  Sweat.

  Passion.

  Euphoria.

  We came together on the plush carpet, in front of the slow burning fire, while the storm outside continued. Nothing existed except for the two of us, and the love that we were making. He moved with such grace, holding my hands, kissing my lips, and touching me in every place that required attention.

  Hours, and multiple orgasms later, I lay there in his arms. My eyes were hard to keep open, but I couldn’t allow myself to fall asleep. I knew that when daybreak hit the storm would be gone, and so would Reed. Determined to hold on to whatever time we had left, I remained awake.

  He stroked my hair while I traced my fingernails across his arms. “It’s a shame you want to sell this place.”

  I turned to face him. “Why is that? Shall I make it a shrine to our all-night lovemaking?”

  He chuckled. “No. That’s not what I was implying.” Once again he ran the back of his hand over my cheek. “With a little work I can see this place being a lucrative business. Do you know how many people dream of being able to make money from the comfort of their home? I mean, I get that you like the city life, but that’s not for everyone.”

  “I’m starting to think that it might not be for me. Before my aunt died if someone asked me if I liked my life I would have said yes. Something’s changed though. I can’t explain it. It’s like I’m seeing things clearly for the first time. As much as I wanted to be successful, I haven’t been living. I’ve got no friends, and no time to see my family. I spend my weekends knee deep in paperwork. What’s wrong with me?”

  Reed shrugged. “If only my problems were that easy to figure out, Erica.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean? You said you were traveling, looking for new business opportunities.”

  “I’m looking for my place in the world. I’m in my thirties, and besides my Harley, I have nothing to show for. You’ve got two places to call home, and I have nothing. It’s difficult to wrap my head around.” He looked over and noticed that the fire was almost down to nothing. Pulling himself away from me, he reached over and threw the remainder of the logs in.

  If I had a clue how to run a bed and breakfast, I’d ask him to stay and help me, but the truth was that Reed was just passing through. There was no way someone so conflicted could settle down just because we slept together. It was like going on a first date and telling someone that you were in love with them. It didn’t happen.

  Besides, he’d been open about looking for a place to settle down, and never once mentioned wanting to stay here. “You’re right. I have nothing to complain about. I’ve been very fortunate, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be unhappy.”

  “You and I have a different opinion on happiness.”

  I didn’t like how he’d said it. It was almost as if he was saying that he didn’t like the way I was. “Why would you say that?’

  “I’ve never needed material things, or wanted to have the biggest and best things. I could pitch a tent on a mountain top and learn to live off the land.”

  I pictured him with a long beard, covered in year’s worth of filth. For some reason he stilled seemed remotely attractive. I smiled and had to look away so he didn’t ask what was the matter with me. “I guess all those years in the military taught you that, but I disagree about it making you happy. Eventually we all need someone to share our life with, well we want to at least.”

  “I get the feeling that this conversation is more about me than it is you, Erica. Perhaps we should talk about something else instead.”

  I leaned forward, breaking the distance between us. “Or maybe we could get back to what we know we’re good at.” With one brush of my lips over his we were right back to where we started. He pulled me close and I knew we’d be up for at least another hour, making our night together something that neither of us would easily forget.

  Chapter 4

  The sound of a bird chirping woke me. I lifted my head off of the pillow and realized that I was still lying on the floor, naked, and alone. I looked around the room, searching for Reed, but he was nowhere to be found.

  Panic hit me when I thought about him getting up and leaving before we could say any kind of goodbyes to each other.

  With no regard for having nothing on, I ran towards the front door and opened it. When I didn’t spot him, I grabbed a blanket to cover myself up and ran to the back yard calling out his name over and over. Then I fell to the ground. He’d promise me one night and nothing more. He probably knew that I wouldn’t be good with watching him leave, so he did it when I fell asleep.

  It hurt me.

  I knew that last night was just sex, but I kind of hoped that maybe we connected enough to want to stick around for a little while. Feeling like I was used, I walked over to the porch swing and sat down. The tears came fast and I couldn’t stop them if I tried.

  If only my mother knew what I’d done with a complete stranger she would have disowned me. I felt so ashamed.

  When I couldn’t calm myself down, I headed inside of the house, determined to erase any sign of Reed. I started with the candles, particularly the thin candlestick that he’d used to drip the hot wax on my body. I grabbed the empty bottles of wine, and even the flashlight to head into the kitchen. After tossing everything but the light in the trash, I leaned over the counter and looked around. The house was too quiet, reminding me how alone I really was.

  More sobbing occurred, until I knew I needed to just head upstairs and sleep it off. Reed was gone. I’d never see him again and I had to
be able to get over it.

  A little later I heard the sound of a motor. It wasn’t just any motor. It sounded like a motorcycle. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could, picturing him jumping off of it and running towards me. Obviously that wasn’t how things went.

  While standing on the porch in nothing at all, I watched him parking his bike and heading in my direction. He was still shirtless, but had put one of his pairs of shorts back on. “Morning.”

  I crossed my legs and waved, feeling a bit shy, even though he’d seen everything I had. “Hi.”

  “Can you grab me a bottle of water? I’ve been out here working all morning. I figured I’d go up the road where I parked my bike last night to fetch it. There’s trees down everywhere. I saw the power company working on the lines. Hopefully it will be on shortly.” He reached for a branch that was on the ground, not even realizing that I’d spent the past hour freaking out.

  I ran into the house, grabbed a bottle, and came back outside.

  After handing him the water I’d planned on going inside and putting some clothes on, but Reed had a different plan. I’d no sooner turned and started heading for the house when I felt the blanket being pulled off. I spun around, shielding my body with my hands the best I could. “Reed, we’re outside!”

  “Nobody can see you but me.”

  He was right. The long driveway that led to the road was too far for anyone to see me, unless they had binoculars. He stood in front of me, blocking me, just in case. “I’m sore from last night.”

  He laughed and leaned his face into my hair. His strong arms wrapped around me and I could feel the sweat from his chest sticking to my own skin. “Last night was nice, Erica. I’m glad you changed your mind and let go. I really enjoyed being with you.”

  I was blushing again. “Me too.”

  “I got up on the roof this morning and cut the limb down. There’s still a mess inside, but I didn’t want to go up there and start cleaning it up until the insurance adjuster can get out here and take pictures, or whatever they will have to do.”

  “I need to charge my phone in my car before I can call.”

  “If you want I can stick around for a couple days. I know you need to get back to the city, so I could be here when the adjuster comes by.”

  “I’m just going to take off of work to handle it. After our talk and inheriting this house I think I need some time to decide what I want to do with my future.”

  He looked down at the ground for a moment. “I guess I’ll get going this afternoon then, since you’ve got it all figured out.”

  That wasn’t what I wanted to happen. Desperate to get him to stay, I said the first thing to come to mind. “”We’re not done here, Reed. You can’t leave yet.”

  He grabbed ahold of my chin and lifted it until we were staring into each other’s eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “You said you weren’t going to leave until I was completely satisfied. Well, it hasn’t happened yet,” I lied.

  He smiled. “Is that so?” I could tell he was glad I’d said it, even if I was saying that he didn’t do a good enough job.

  “What are you going to do about it?”

  Before he could answer I heard the outside air conditioning unit kick on, letting me know that the power was back. I ran toward the house so excited about being able to dry our clothes and get a hot bath. It wasn’t until a few moments later that I noticed Reed had come inside. I had the blankets and damp clothes in my hands. “I’m going to wash all of our stuff. If you want to grab the rest of your things from upstairs I can put them all in together.” It was also another reason why he had to stay. “I’ll be right back.”

  I knew the hot water heater was going to need to be on for a while before the temperature could provide me with a hot bath, but the laundry could be washed in cold water and suffice. Once I’d put everything in the washer, I started the coffee pot, then headed up to my aunt’s room to brush my teeth, and wait for my bath.

  Nearly thirty minutes later I had the old claw-foot tub running. Steamy hot water poured out of the faucet while I sat on the edge waiting for it to fill. The moment I dipped my first leg into the hot water felt like heaven. I dropped down soaking my entire body. Then I saw him standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. “You said you’d be right back.”

  “Sorry. I couldn’t resist a hot bath.” I lifted my legs up to my chest. “How about you join me?”

  He snickered and started removing his shorts. I never took my eyes off of him as he did it. The idea of being with him again overwhelmed me. I may have been lying when I said I wasn’t satisfied, but it certainly didn’t imply that I was done with him. I wanted more, and it was about to happen.

  Reed climbed into the tub facing me. He pulled my legs until my slippery body was seated on top of his lap. Our lips met, and I could taste the sweat from his morning workload. I took the washcloth and ran it over his hard chest, while biting down on my lip to contain myself. He was so sexy, so strong, that I could feel my body preparing to be with him again. My breasts tingled, and even though I was in the water, my pussy was burning up just knowing he was so close to me. Reed grabbed the bottom of my wet hair and pulled my head back with it. “What’s happened to that uptight woman I met last night?”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Our lips met again, and right away I could feel something hard pressing on the underneath of me. I started rocking my body, making splashing waves pour out of the tub on the porcelain floor. With little effort I felt for his shaft and positioned it to slide right inside of me. Reed looked pleased when I initiated it this time, and even more grateful when I started rocking my body over him in a vigorous pace. Our breathing became heavy as our lips met again. The pressure from the water made the friction feel different. In no time at all I was falling back against the hard surface closing my eyes and losing control.

  Reed lifted me moments later until I was standing up. He took the bar of soap and rubbed it over my pussy. He moved slowly, paying close attention to every inch the soap touched. I watch the way his lips parted, and how I knew he was thinking of tasting me again. He dipped his hand down in the water, bringing it back up to rinse me off. I sat on the edge of the old tub and watched him sliding forward toward me. Then he buried himself in between my legs.

  It was pure bliss from the moment his tongue touched me, and heaven as he began lapping up my clit. He sucked it into his mouth, tugged on it and held it with his teeth. I grabbed a chunk of his hair and pulled as I cried out again, feeling him putting a couple fingers inside of me. He began thrusting them inside, steady, and repetitive. My body bucked against them, as I reached up and began twisting my own nipples. The sheer pleasure I got from touching myself was enough to heighten my already happening orgasm.

  Once I felt spent, Reed continued licking my pussy. His tongue trudged in between the lips, finishing up with the flick of my clit. Each time I’d jerk my body, unable to stay still. He was so skilled, knowing exactly where to touch me to make me crazy. I couldn’t get enough. “I love how easy it is to make you cum.”

  I giggled, because nobody had ever said that about me. “I think it’s just you.”

  He leaned forward and brushed his mouth over mine. “You keep giving me compliments like that and I may never want to leave.”

  He didn’t know how much I thought that sounded fantastic. In fact, if I could figure out a way to box up the last twenty-four hours, I would do it. Before I could say anything he spun me around, lifted me up, and bent me over until my ass was up in the air. I felt him running his hands up my legs as he stood behind me. Reed slapped his hard erection against the base of my ass. As frightened as I was, I didn’t argue when he started pushing his way inside. It was painful at first, as if I was being ripped open. Then, as quickly as the pain had begun, it was replaced with pleasure. He reached around, rubbing hard on my clit in a circular motion while still banging inside of my ass. I cried out his name as I clutched the edge of the tub
. The faster he moved, the more I liked it. I could feel my legs buckling, just as he held me tightly on my hips and held me still. He filled me, while letting our bodies sink back down in the tub.

  There were no words to describe what I’d just experienced, and I don’t expect that I would have ever tried such a thing had it not been for my full trust in my partner. He’d been so gentle, and even though there was a bit of pain in the beginning, it turned out to be a pleasing experience; one that I’d be willing to do again if he asked.

  A part of me felt dirty, like I’d crossed over some kind of sexual boundaries. Obviously not everyone liked that kind of sex. I was learning that maybe I knew nothing about my desires. That was something that needed to be rectified, especially when it brought me so much joy.

  After our bath, Reed and I returned to my aunt’s old bedroom. We climbed under the covers and fell asleep holding each other. While he snored softly I woke up and thought of ways to ask him to stick around. I rolled over and watched him lying there next to me. His facial hair was starting to grow and it made it look rough, but sexy. While staring at him, his eyes opened. He’d caught me being all creepy, but only smiled and pulled me into a long kiss. “Do you always watch your partners sleep?”

  “No. Sorry. I was just thinking.”

  “About what?” He flipped me around and pulled my back up to his chest. “Are you ready for another round?”

  “Do you ever get tired?” I was teasing, but damn did he have a sex drive. “Anyway, I wasn’t thinking about sex. What would you say to sticking around here and helping me get this place ready to sell? My life is in the city, whether I like it or not I’ve spent too many years vested to walk away from it. Since I won’t be able to afford the taxes and the upkeep, I’m going to need to get this property in better condition for when it goes on the market. I can’t pay you much upfront, but once it sells I will give you a cut for your time. While you’re working you can stay here and have the house to yourself.”