by Vivian Wood
“I see. Put my daughter back on the phone, please.”
He'd handed the phone to Poppy, who'd put it on speaker. “Mom?”
“Poppy, is this true? Did you want to ask me to come stay with you—even before all this?”
Poppy had looked at him, questions in her eyes, and he'd smiled. “Yes, Mom. Really. We’d both love for you to come with us.”
The other end of the line was silent. Finally, her mom had said, “Well, I don’t know. It would be a whole lot of packing…”
“I’ll help you, Mom,” Poppy had said.
“Don’t be silly, you’ve got your own entire apartment to pack—”
“It’s not that much.”
“And, oh, from what I hear, it’s not going to be a trial but we’ll still be going before a judge. I just don’t know—”
“We’re not moving for a few more weeks,” Poppy had said. “I’m sure it’ll all be settled before then.”
“Well. Okay then. But only if you’re sure. I don’t want to be a burden—”
“We want you there. Really.”
When they’d hung up the phone, Poppy had grinned at him in relief. “Thank you,” she'd said.
“What are you thanking me for?”
“Everything.”
36
Ryan
That was two months ago, and there had been a few more bumps in the road. Poppy had spent a full week helping to pack up her mom’s place. It had been sentimental at best. Her mom had wanted to fawn over every item pulled out of storage, but Poppy hadn't wanted to keep barely anything from her childhood.
As Ryan looked around her empty apartment, he was amazed at how far they’d come. “Hey,” he said lowly. “Last chance. One more tryst in this place? For old times' sake?”
She giggled and looked around. “There aren’t even any curtains left!” she said. “What if someone sees?”
“What if they do? What are they going to do? Kick us out?” He pulled her closer and kissed her deep. “And besides, since when do you care if anyone sees? You’ve been an exhibitionist from the start.” She blushed, but as always, she responded with her whole body.
Ryan unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off her shoulders. “Naughty girl,” he said as he looked down and saw she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were already hard. As he unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off her hips, he hoisted her onto the kitchen counter. “Remember the first time we did this here?” he asked. He nibbled from her full lips down to her chin and across her throat.
“Mmm,” she responded. Her shoes fell to the floor and he whipped the jeans off of her. “I want to watch you play with yourself,” he told her suddenly.
“What?” she asked. Her eyes shot open. “Ryan! Come on, it’s the middle of the day.”
“You come on,” he said. “Give me a show… show me how it’s done.” He stepped back until the fridge hit his back.
In nothing but knee-high socks, she pushed herself back onto the counter. Her legs were spread wide and feet perched on the edge. Poppy sucked briefly on two of her fingers and started to circle her clit. She never broke eye contact, even when her thighs began to quiver.
When she started to play and pull at her nipples with her other hand, he pulled his shirt off and unzipped his jeans. Ryan started to stroke himself as he took in her incredible beauty. She was completely shaved, her center bright pink and engorged. Even from steps away, he saw how wet she was. He’d give anything to lick her up and bury himself in her. Not yet. Not yet, he told himself.
Her eyes moved to his hand as he stroked himself a little faster. “I want to watch you come,” he said.
“I want you…”
“Come first,” he said. She dipped one of her fingers into herself. When she pulled it out, the stickiness left a string of wetness from her fingertip to her deepest crevice. She used it as lube and started to rub her clit even more furiously.
“Wait a minute,” he said.
“Ryan, please—”
She stopped, but clearly wasn’t happy about it. “Here,” he said, and reached into the drawer to pull out a pink dildo she’d never seen before.
“You planned this!” she said with a laugh.
He shrugged. “So what if I did? Go on,” he said. “I want to watch you use it.”
She chewed on her lip and started to rub herself again. Poppy sucked on the pink shaft first, and he imagined it was him she had her tongue curled around. She reached her hand under her thigh and held the toy at her opening. “Like this?” she asked him with a smile.
“Don’t be a tease,” he said. She laughed and slid it halfway into her. “Oh, God,” she said as she closed her eyes and let her head fall back.
“Look at me,” he said, and she locked eyes with him again. As he watched her fuck herself, his cock began to throb. She pushed her groin against his gift and circled her clit with fervor.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he said. He could tell she was getting close, and her knees began to come together. “Spread your legs,” he told her, and she snapped them back open. “Let me help you with that,” he moved toward her and took the toy from her hands. He moved it expertly, and her whole body started to shake.
“Ryan,” she whispered, “I’m coming.” He pulled the toy out of her and she cried out. She squirted her orgasm and called out his name. Droplets sprayed his chest lightly, though he was several inches away.
“You’re incredible,” he said. He released his shaft to spread her wetness across his chest. She was limp and weak, but he knew her body. It would only be a few minutes before she was ready to go again.
“You didn’t come,” she said.
“I only come in you,” he replied, and lowered his face to lick the arousal from her thighs. Whenever he got close to her clit, she shivered and he backed off. He’d never get tired of seeing her come. Every time, it was like the first.
Ryan dipped his head even lower and brought his mouth to where her lips hung over the counter. Just a few flicks with his tongue, and he encouraged drops of her come to fall into his mouth.
He stood up and loosely draped her legs around his waist. As he kissed her deeply, she transitioned from sleepy kisses to ones steeped in passion. When the tip of his cock brushed against her folds, she responded and dug her heels into his backside to bring him closer. “That’s my girl,” he said.
They both looked down at the small distance between them, and he slid his tip across her clit. She groaned. “How badly do you want it?” he asked.
“More than anything.” She smiled up at him.
When he slid into her, it felt like home.
37
Ryan
They sat on the floor afterward, naked, backs pressed into the cupboards. “Do you think it will always be like this?” she asked. She sucked on an ice pop, one of the few remnants in the freezer they hadn’t already consumed in the past weeks or thrown away.
“I think so,” he said. “But there’s only one way to find out.” He reached over and surprised her with a drip of his orange freezer pop across her nipple.
“Ow! That’s cold,” she said.
“Here, let me help you,” he said, and leaned over to lick the sticky sweetness from her breast.
She laughed.
“Hey,” he said. “What do you think about this?” he asked, as he held up the red stick. “For next time I mean.”
Her eyes got wide. “You want to—”
“Fuck you with a Popsicle. Why not?” he asked.
A glint in her eye sparkled. “When do you have in mind?” she asked.
“I’m ready whenever you are.”
She looked at him hungrily. “With or without the wrapper?” she asked.
“Good question. What do you think? I mean… it might stay harder longer with the wrapper. But without, it would melt inside you and I could lick it out.”
“You’re always thinking about food,” she said, and tapped him on the head with her own orange freezer stick.
“So, what do you say?” he asked. “I’ll even let you choose the color.”
“How gentlemanly of you,” she said.
Poppy checked her phone. “We seriously have, like, ten minutes,” she said.
“I can do two minutes.”
She smiled and glanced toward the freezer. “If you’re sure…”
“I’m always sure.” He jumped up and pulled a purple freezer pop out.
“Hey! You said I could choose the color,” she said as he nestled between her legs.
“I know. But then I remembered I’m the one eating it.” He pressed his lips between her thighs, and she blossomed instantly.
She jerked when he placed the ice at her entry. “It’s cold,” she said.
“Shh, you’ll be hot soon.” He lapped along her lips. Soon, she eased onto the ice and started to moan.
“Good, that’s good,” he said. For a second, he lifted his head to watch her take it in.
“Don’t stop,” she said, and he went back to sucking her. Before he knew it, the stick was gone and her center was flushed a deep violet. Ryan lifted her hips and began sucking the juices from her. It intoxicated him, the hints of cold fruity juice mixed with her own heat and sweetness.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he said. She groaned, limp in his arms.
This time, when she came, it was the most incredible cocktail of flavors. He could have drank of her for hours.
“Ryan,” she said as she caught her breath. They were sprawled across the kitchen floor, a trail of purple juice spread beneath them. “Seriously, we’d better get going, especially if you want to stop in Wilmington.”
“It’s not Wilmington I’m worried about so much,” he said.
“Then?”
“I just want to make sure we get to the apartment in Newark with enough time to christen every room before your mom gets there.”
“Ryan! You’re crazy,” she said as she reached for her discarded shirt. “Don’t you ever get enough?”
“Of you? Never.”
She rolled her eyes. “You seriously want to get it on in every room in the new place today?”
“Why? You think we need to christen the rental van, too?”
She slapped his chest. “I wouldn’t put it past you.”
“I’m just saying. I’m going to need to work off that pizza in Wilmington, and there’s a pretty generous back seat.”
“Come on,” she said as she pulled on her shirt. “Let’s get to the van before you have another crazy idea.”
“You love my crazy ideas,” he said.
“Well,” she said as she bit her lip and looked down at the mess of purple on the floor. “Maybe that one,” she said. The pink toy caught her eye, and she blushed. “And that one,” she added.
“That’s all?” he asked as he reached for his jeans.
“This is my favorite toy of all,” she said and traced her fingers across his cock. He responded to her touch and started to get hard. “But let’s go. The next adventure awaits.”
She stood up and wriggled into her jeans. “I’m going to be leaking purple fruit juice for who knows how long,” she said, and shook her head.
“Now how many people can say that?”
She laughed and grabbed his hand. Ryan turned around one last time to take in the apartment. It didn’t look like hers anymore. Except for the stain on the kitchen floor, they’d erased all traces.
“What’s wrong?” she asked as she locked the door and dropped the key in the landlord’s box.
“Nothing,” he said. “It’s just kind of sad. You know? Besides the cabin, this is the first place we…”
“You’re so sentimental!” she said. “It won’t be the last. Plus, now we’re starting a brand new adventure together.”
He smiled down at her. She was right.
“Don’t be sad,” she said. “Remember that Robert Frost poem? The one about the roads?”
“Vaguely,” he said. He’d never paid much attention in English class.
“The path you choose… it’s what can make all the difference,” she said.
She bounded down the steps ahead of him, and he watched her blonde hair bounce, and the curve of her hips with every step. Happily, he followed—to what, he wasn’t sure. But he knew, with her, it was going to be amazing.
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1
Colt wasn’t sure where he was.
The ether, his brain said. Wherever that is…
He looked around, but everything aside from him was a dull, misty gray. It was a boundless, endless expanse of nothingness.
“Colt,” came a voice. A woman’s voice. It sounded melodic, here in the ether.
He turned slowly, and saw her walking toward him. Medium height, hair like the waves of a dark sea, skin like burnished gold, eyes that were grey as the first light of dawn. She wore nothing but a piece of thin fabric, wrapped around her body in clever way.
I could pull that off, he thought. See what’s underneath…
He opened his mouth to say so, but no sound came out. The woman smiled, coming closer.
“Shhh,” she said, stepping up and putting her finger to his lips. “Let me.”
She slipped a hand behind his head and kissed him. Her lips were warm and soft, until her teeth nipped at his lower lip.
He made a sound, low in his throat, a sound to tell her that he liked it. She pressed herself against him, her breasts against his chest, his cock hard against her belly.
He wanted her. More than that, he needed her.
He brought his hand up to her breast, caressed it. Pinched and rolled the nipple. She gave a gentle moan, grinding her hips against him.
“Dominate me,” she whispered.
Fuck. He’d never been so hard in his life.
He kissed her again, then turned her in his arms. He pushed her body down, and he went with her, on top of her. The ether caught their fall, cradling them just like Colt wanted.
He knelt behind her, parting her knees.
She is so hot. He touched her core, found her dripping wet and ready for him. Fuck yes.
He unzipped his pants, pushed them down. His cock sprang free, in all its glory. She slipped two fingers between her legs, breathing heavily.
He fisted his cock, pressing it to her entrance.
Ahhh, he thought. This… this is it. Feels like I belong here.
He began to press forward, feeling like he was losing his virginity for the first time, rather than his thousandth time. She was so tight, so wet.
And the noises she made…
Sweet Jesus.
He heard the distant sound of drums, making him pause. That sound didn’t belong here…
Colt snapped awake. It was early evening, no longer the appropriate time for an afternoon nap.
BANG BANG BANG BANG.
“Colt! Colt!” his brother Sawyer was shouting.
“Christ,” he said, sitting up. “Alright!”
Throwing off the covers, Colt got up, cursing his
brother. He went to the door of his little apartment, throwing it open.
“What?” he said, feeling more than a little surly that his big brother had woken him from such a good dream.
“Remy’s busy with Shiloh for a little while, so I thought you might want to go grab a drink.”
Eyeing Sawyer, Colt relented. They never got to just go out and be boys anymore, now that Sawyer was married.
“Give me a minute to get dressed,” Colt sighed.
He left Sawyer on the doorstep, and went to grab some pants.
2
“Fucking rich cripple…”
Colt Roman looked over his shoulder at the guys sitting at the bar, where the comment had originated. He didn’t glare at them or sneer, but he felt a ripple of unease run through the group when they noticed they had his attention.
Good. They should be scared of me, he thought.
Brett Harrison, leader of their little gang, raised his glass at Colt in mock salute. He felt his teeth grit in response.
“Hey,” his brother Sawyer said, rapping his knuckles on the table when he noticed Colt was no longer listening. Colt turned back to him reluctantly. “We’ve got better things to do than to fight with them, Colt.”
“Easy to say when you’re not the one they’re talking shit about. You aren’t missing half a leg from Afghanistan,” Colt said, cracking his knuckles absently.
He was missing his left foot, and a little more. All the way to the shin, and no further! as his VA doctor liked to joke.
“No, but I know what’s going to happen if you get in another fight.”
Colt looked around The Speckled Hen, the only bar in town. It would be his third fight in as many months, and the local judge could send him to jail if it happened again.
Or worse, anger counseling, where he’d be forced to talk about his feelings.
