by Rana Raynes
Gasping for breath I watch him withdraw his fingers, sopping wet with my juices, and put them into his mouth, licking them clean.
“Just as I thought, you're delicious” he says with a wide grin and to prove the point he comes crawling up to kiss me. I can taste myself on his tongue, on his lips, on his chin, he's covered in my wetness and he seems to like it. It makes me want him even more. There's this little word at the edge of my mind. Love. Quickly I push it aside. It cannot be that, not yet. Perhaps not at all.
Jay quickly distracts from these thoughts. Now that he changed position his cock is pressing against my leg again, hard and hot, and all I can think about is how good it will feel inside me. I'm so impatient for the sensation of being filled but Jay still takes his sweet time, kissing me, deep and passionate, and it's not until I whisper “Please” against his lips that he makes a move to do anything else.
“Please what?” he asks me playfully, placing kisses on my neck.
I dig my fingers into his back and rub myself against him, shamelessly.
“I need you,” I say. “Please, Jay.”
“Need me, huh?” he purrs.
My yes is more of a moan than a word.
“How do you want me then?” he whispers into my ear. It's obvious he wants me to spell it out for him. I have to overcome these silly qualms, I think, summoning my courage to say it out loud what's been on my mind for the last couple of minutes.
“I want you to fuck me,” I say bluntly. “Please, Jay, fuck me.”
He laughs. “If you ask so nicely, how could I say no?”
He kisses me softly again, nipping at my bottom lip as if he had difficulties tearing himself away from me, and if only for a minute. Finally he does manage to get up though and leaves me alone for a moment to stroll over to his clothes to get a condom. I stare up into the brilliant blue sky, trying to catch my breath. The sun is warm on my skin, the sand underneath the thin blanket is moulding itself to my body. Arousal is coursing through my veins like liquor. I'm dizzy with it. It's a moment you would want to freeze in time, or a least keep pressed like a flower between the pages of your photo album. I can't remember the last time I felt so alive.
Chapter 10
Jay
I'm trying to temper the base urges stirring inside me, the feral hunger in the pit of my stomach, the need pulsing through my veins. It's a strange kind of aggression, beastly really. I want her so much I have difficulties controlling myself. Some part of me longs to forgo all gentleness and precaution and simply take her. Make her mine.
I imagine how glorious it must feel to bury my fingers in her hair to hold her down, wrap her legs around me and push into her like an animal. Shove my cock inside her without protection and fuck her hard and deep and fast. But I'm no animal, and I can behave myself.
I pull myself together and go get a condom. My fingers are trembling with tension when I fumble it from my wallet. But when I look up and there's the lake, mirror-smooth before me, and the trees and the wide blue sky I calm down a little. There is more to this than animal attraction. I'm drawn to her for more reasons than that.
When I kneel between her thighs it's like worship. I look at her, how gorgeous she is as she is lying before me, her skin flushed, her legs parted for me. I keep my eyes trained on her pink little pussy while I roll the condom over my erection. God, I'm so hard for her, so fucking hard I fear I'm gonna come the moment I'm inside her like some overexcited teenager.
She doesn't know it of course, she probably thinks I'm totally cool about this, perfectly in control, and I'm not going to destroy that illusion. I reach out to touch her hipbone, rub my thumb over it, soothing. Her eyes are huge, like a doe's in headlights but I'm not going to hurt her. I won't let anyone hurt her ever again. It's like an arcane knowledge that suddenly comes over me.
I lean down over her, slowly, and I kiss her again. She wraps her arms around me to pull me down onto her, into her, and I comply. The head of my cock is nudging against her entrance, her hands are trailing down my back. She's grabbing my butt.
“So impatient,” I breathe into her ear. I wanted to sound amused but my voice is too rough, I can hear my own need, the words are like chips of metal, raspy, sharp. Maybe I'm talking about myself rather than her. But then we're both so very eager for this, we can't wait.
Kat pulls me further towards her, her fingers digging into my ass. There is nothing between us but the thinnest layer of latex as I sink into her. She gasps against my mouth when I push deeper, our breath is mingling between us, hot and damp, I try to take my time, go slow, for both our sakes. She's so tight around me, so snug and perfect.
“You feel so good, baby,” I tell her while I'm rocking against her, short, slow thrusts at first, but she moans so prettily for me, squirms against me so impatiently, that soon I can't hold back any longer. My thrusts become harder, I'm fucking her for real now, pushing in and pulling out, long rhythmic strokes, and she's finally allowing herself to let go.
The sounds she makes as we're moving together, how she moans my name, is driving me crazy. The way she's rubbing herself against me tells me she's getting close again.
“Come for me, baby,” I whisper, and for a second I think I've made a mistake, putting her under pressure like this, she goes stiff beneath me, but I'm keeping up the pace, grinding my pelvis into hers, relentless. I won't let her get out of this one, she owes me another orgasm, simple as that. I can feel my own climax approaching, inexorable, unstoppable. A numb sensation is crawling down my spine, the tension inside me becomes intolerable as I'm fucking her, harder and faster, to make her forget everything else, just become one in this very moment, break down all barriers.
She's digging her finger nails into me when she comes, convulsing around my cock in violent spasms, her muscles clutching at me as if to keep me inside. I push and pull against this sweet resistance a few more times before I'm coming too, wave after wave of pure pleasure spilling out of me.
For a long wonderful moment afterwards we just lie there, in a tangle of limbs, catching our breath. When I've calmed down enough, I kiss her again, gentle little kisses to her lips, the corner of her mouth, her cheeks, her forehead, her nose. I cover her face in kisses and enjoy how happy she seems, who relaxed.
“That was awesome,” she mumbles when I roll off her and pull her into my arms, her back against my chest, so I can hold her properly. We're both sleepy and I wish we could beam ourselves to my bed, pull a blanket over ourselves and just doze off like this.
“A shame the cabin by the lake doesn't exist,” she murmurs drowsily.
“Are you reading my thoughts?”
She giggles. “Am I?”
“I was thinking how nice it would be to have you in my bed. Cuddle. Rest. Get up for a bit of food later. Maybe order pizza or make some eggs. Then go for another round. That would be perfect.”
“Yeah it would be,” she says. “Sounds like a plan for the next date.”
I tighten my arms around her in response. “I think that can be arranged,” I breathe against her neck before I cover it in kisses. I can't remember the last time I was so happy, so absolutely content and satisfied.
Eventually Kat begins to shiver. The sun is too weak to keep her warm once the after-effects of swimming and sex are wearing off, and my own body heat doesn't seem to suffice either. Looks like we can't put getting back to reality off any longer.
We get dressed, with a lot of kissing and groping in between, and at some point I'm practically close to taking all the damn clothes off again but Kat stops me.
“I'm so on board with this,” she breathes against my lips. “But we gotta go somewhere warm first.”
So I try not to be unreasonable on my way back, stick to the speed limits and all that, as not to put her in risk, but I can't fucking wait to have her in my bed and make her feel warm again. Looks like the pizza in bed date is going to take place end-to-end with the trip to lake date and I couldn't be happier about this. If you asked me, I'd not l
et her out of my sight ever again if that was a viable option.
She's still a little cold when we arrive at my place, so I make her some coffee and she looks so cute with both her hands wrapped around the mug I seriously want to eat her. I offer her a sweater of mine which is of course much too large for her, so it would be extra adorable if she wore it but she doesn't seem too inclined to put on more clothes. Just as I hoped we end up in bed together pretty fast and I'm doing what I can to heat her up.
The sex isn't so urgent this time, it's more about exploring each other with hands and mouths, mapping our bodies, checking out what really gets us going. I love her low sighs and moans when I finger her, the little rocking motions of her hips when my thumb circles her clit.
This time when we're sated we have the luxury of lying curled into each other under a warm blanket and whisper nonsense into each other's ears. Later once we've recovered a little from the high of arousal, we talk. Nothing serious, mostly about child hood memories and dreams, what the future might have in store for us. She says she wants to go to law school. I say I really want to live in a cabin at the lake site one day. We also briefly brush the topic of how I don't think she should fall for me and how I still want her so badly and she says something similar and then I demand a demonstration and the time for light conversation is over.
Chapter 11
Kat
I'm late for work. Amber takes one look at me and I can see from her grin that she knows exactly why. I try to suppress the triumphant, slightly mad smile that these days is permanently lurking just out of sight, ready to plaster itself over my face at any inappropriate moment.
“Don't say anything,” I say as I sweep past her and behind the bar. “I'm really sorry I'm late, okay?”
Fortunately there's already a guy waiting to order a drink so she's got no chance to question me about details. I probably wouldn't be able to control myself and blurt out everything that happened over the last couple of days, every last little filthy thing Jay and I did, and I don't think that's a good idea. I should let the experience settle a bit before talking about it. It will be easier to decide what's okay to tell and what better to keep silent about, when the memory isn't still super fresh. It's not as if Jay and my love life is anyone's business really.
But then, on the other hand, I would love to brag about how good he is in bed and about the great time I'm having with him and that I never would have thought sex could be so much fun. After all those years I wasted with Mike and his half-hearted attempts of giving me pleasure it feels as if someone finally found the right key to unlock all these capacities for love-making inside me and now I can't get enough of it.
I can't get enough of Jay's mouth, of his relentless tongue, his gorgeous cock, his talented fingers. I've lost count of how many times he made me come over the last days but the soreness in my muscles reminds me it was a pretty impressive number of times. I ache with every move and I'm having a hard time not to grin like a Cheshire cat every time I think about the reason. Which is difficult. And it's not getting any easier when I'm thinking about Jay's promise to come by later for a kiss or two. But I'm doing my best to keep myself under control.
People seem to notice something is different though. I'm getting an unusual amount of compliments. I don't know what it is about being in love but it feels like someone's turned on a light inside of me. The downside of this is that I also get attention I could well do without. Like that creep who keeps staring at me.
I notice him the first time I go round to collect empty glasses. I glance up from the table from which I just picked up a couple of beer bottles and scan the room when our eyes meet. There's nothing remarkable about him, he looks like your average Joe, someone who has an unexciting job and does honest work, that neither pays particularly well nor particularly bad, someone who could make a decent husband and a good father but isn't the type that keeps you awake at night. Simply put he's no Jay but the general mediocrity is not what's noteworthy about him. It's that he is fundamentally creepy.
The way he looks me up and down me gives me immediate goosebumps. I've been at the receiving end of these stares often enough to recognize the type. It's someone who thinks he's been falling in love with you over the course of the evening. Someone who thinks your dutiful smiles aren't just part of your service-persona but actual friendliness and the tips he gave you buy him a right to your time. I'm careful to steer clear of him. There's really no need to encourage this nonsense.
I ask Amber to serve him every time he comes to get another drink to minimize contact but a couple of hours later he finally manages to corner me during another round of picking up glasses. He stands behind me when I turn around, startling me. I'm not even over the first shock when I realize I'm trapped. I've got my hands full with a tray crammed with glasses so it will be extra difficult to dodge him.
“Oh don't run away, sweetheart,” he says when I'm trying to get around him. He's close enough to touch me and that's definitely closer than I'm comfortable with. Promptly his hand brushes against my butt as if by accident.
“Please don't do that,” I say and try to sidestep him but he won't let me.
“I just want to chat a little,” he says, moving with me to block the way.
“Listen,” I say, struggling for patience. “I'm working, I don't have time for a chat.”
I make a second attempt to get around him, but this time he grabs my arm to stop me.
“Come on, you can take a little break now and then, can't you?”
“Let me go!” I try to wind myself out of his grip but his hold on me doesn't budge and I can't move freely with the tray in my hands.
“Only five minutes,” he says. “Don't be coy, I only want to talk.”
He says it as if he's being generous. What an asshole.
“But I don't want to talk with you.” I say and make a sudden move to break his grip and one of the glasses tumbles from my tray. A fraction of a second later it shatters on the floor with an ear splitting noise, piercing the music and babble around us. Suddenly we're the center of attention.
“Hey you!” A familiar voice drowns out the music easily as he yells through the room. “Take your hands off her.”
Jay. A number of feelings are washing over me in quick succession. Relief at first. The sense of menace is fading. I feel save. Protected. But then there's some reluctance too. I don't really want Jay to get mixed up in this, I dread he might get hurt, or that things will escalate quickly to quite another level of unpleasantness, once he's involved.
Reluctantly the creep gives in to Jay's demand and lets go of me but he makes no move to retreat. Inexplicably he doesn't seem too concerned about the situation, despite the angry biker striding towards him, fists clenched in fury.
“Stay out of this,” he drawls lazily without budging an inch. “It's none of your business.”
The only problem is, Jay doesn't seem to agree.
“You don't get to tell me what's my business and what isn't, buddy.” Jay's voice sounds so feral, even I am getting goosebumps from it. I would have assumed my wanna-be suitor should have got the message by now but it doesn't look like it. He just sneers at him.
“It's none of your business who I'm talking to. So why don't you fuck off and go play with your fag friends?”
Mistake. Big mistake. Jay's face grows hard as stone. He's almost unrecognizable.
“Please Jay, don't-” I start but it's already too late. He doesn't even give as much as a warning. I can see the fist smash into the guy's face in slow motion and then he's staggering backwards, stunned. His hand touching his mouth in disbelief and it comes away red with blood.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, man?” He sounds genuinely surprised. Which is, in lack of a better word, surprising. What did he think would happen?
But Jay is too angry to let himself be distracted by the creep's strange reaction.
“You don't touch her, do you understand?” he growls.
“Fuck you,” the
guy mutters. “If you think you're gonna get away with this–”
Before I can do anything, Jay punches him again. This time hard enough for him to go down.
“You fucking piece of shit.” Jay gives him a kick in the ribs and another one but then Leon is there to pull him back.
“That's enough,” he says as he drags him off the guy and away.
I can hear him tell Jay to calm down while I stand there, rooted to the spot, my heart racing. It all happened so fast, I didn't have a chance to keep up.
Hands and Danny take care of the guy who's still lying on the floor, dumbstruck and clearly dazed. They yank him to his feet and push him towards the door.
“You better not show your face here again,” Amber says as they're walking him past her. Then she steps up next to me and puts an arm around my shoulder.
“Are you okay, darling?” she asks.
And I realize I'm wondering about that myself. I feel a bit dazed myself. I haven't been exposed to violence much in my life and to see the man I'm with love with punch some creep in the face is not as romantic as I thought it would be. It's like that moment when your cuddly but arguably poorly trained pit bull goes into full attack mode and you're in shock. Perhaps you'd expect a rush of pride or the warm fuzzy sensation of feeling protected but to my own surprise it's none of that. I may have felt like that at first, for a couple of seconds, but the feeling has completely vanished.
Amber gently pushes me back towards the bar and pours me a drink. It's rather late so the run on the bar has trickled out. There isn't much to do anymore. Amber has no difficulties to manage the work by herself while I sit down and sip my whisky. I can see Leon is still talking insistently to Jay in the corner he dragged him to. I can only guess what it is he's saying but from the way Jay nods and looks I'd say he gives him a good scolding for his behaviour.
