by Fields, MJ
“It’s twice the size of the last—”
I squeeze her ass, stopping her, and she looks up at me with those beautiful eyes.
“Virgin, remember?”
She giggles. “Oh right. But just so you know, when you get there, you may not find what you’re looking for.”
“I’m pretty sure I found exactly what I’m looking for.”
She rubs my cock against her hot opening.
“Your rules,” I groan, feeling the heat emanating from her.
“You licked my pretty. Let me return the favor. This is the least—”
“Condom?”
“Oh, shoot.” She bangs her head on my shoulder then nips it.
I lift up her chin so she’s looking at me and tell her the truth, “I’m clean.”
“I’m safe. Clean. On the pill.” She leans in and licks my fucking nipple.
“Wouldn’t care if you weren’t on the pill. I’d knock you up every nine months.”
Her head snaps back, and she looks at me with a stunned expression. “I hate kids.”
I laugh out loud as she shakes her head and releases my cock.
Shit.
“I mean, not all kids, just some, and—”
“I hate most kids, too.”
“Why the hell are we talking about kids? Why the hell would you want to knock up a stranger?” She bangs her forehead on my chest again. “Why do I always find the crazies?”
I have to fight back the laugh because she’s clearly having a … moment, but it doesn’t stop me from asking, “Why the hell would you still be wrapped around me like a condom if you truly thought I was crazy?”
“I’m cold?”
I slide my hand down her side then between us and dip a finger inside her. “You feel hot to me. Feverish even.”
“You gave me a fever,” she says, trying not to smile before latching on to my shoulder, stifling a moan as I slide my finger in and out slowly.
“Better than an STI.”
She giggles as she grinds against my hand.
“You sure about this?” I ask, pushing another finger inside her hot, little twat.
“Mm …” She licks up my neck, grabbing my hair and pulling it back as she slides her tongue over my Adam’s apple then over my chin. Then she loosens her grip and kisses me. Sucking on my lower lip, she takes it between her teeth. “Condom.”
“All right then.”
I walk us out of the water, loving the way she kisses my neck, my face, the way her teeth scrape down my neck, and she nips at my shoulders as I slide my fingers slowly in and out of her, making sure I don’t put her over the edge.
Not yet.
As much as I want to be inside her, this is fucking heaven.
As soon as my feet are in the sand, she wiggles free of my grip, licks her lips, and then smiles up at me as she sinks to her knees. Gripping my cock, she stokes me hard and slow, and I fight between wanting to thrust into her mouth or wanting to be buried inside her. The former wins when she wraps her pretty, plush lips around my head and sucks so fucking hard that I feel my balls tighten immediately. She takes me in as far as she can while pumping me in her hand. Her mouth is hot, wet …
“Fucking perfect,” I groan as she swirls her tongue around the rim.
I look up at the stars and try to concentrate on the band at the bar, covering another Adele song, in the near distance.
Stroking, sucking, licking, pumping …
“Gonna make me lose my fucking mind, gorgeous.” I look down and see her eyes shining in the moonlight with as much of a smile as she can give me with my cock in her mouth.
Fucking woman is … different.
Reaching down, I grip under her arms and pull her up.
“What are you—”
When I throw her over my shoulder, she laughs out loud.
“I’m gonna get a condom and get inside you.”
It only takes a few long strides to get to the blanket and flip her down on it, grab my shorts, and grab a condom out of my pocket. Then it only takes seconds to sheath myself and less than a second to drop down and hover over her.
Pushing her legs farther apart with my knee, I settle between her legs and place my forearms on the sides of her head, pushing her hair away from her face. “You ready for this, gorgeous?”
Swallowing hard, she nods quickly.
She looks nervous for the first time all damn night. It may be wrong, but I like it.
I kiss her slowly this time and love the way she moans into my mouth.
I don’t break the kiss when I push myself up, reach between us, and drag my cock up and down her soaked slit. Kissing down her neck, to her tits, sucking one into my mouth, then the next, I push inside her and still.
“Don’t stop,” she moans.
“Your wish is my command,” I say before kissing her and pushing inside her nice and slow.
When she gasps, my heartbeat accelerates. When she moans, I begin pulling out and pushing in, slow and steady, just so I can see the way she breathes in so fucking deeply when I move in and moans and tightens her sexy thighs when I pull back.
I lean in and whisper against her head, through a kiss, “Feels so fucking good.”
“So … so … good.”
“I knew …” I groan as I push in a little harder this time, and she whimpers, “it.”
“Oh God,” she cries as I thrust harder into her.
We find our rhythm, meeting each other thrust for thrust, breath for breath, moan for groan, cries against growls.
“Eric!” she cries as she sinks her teeth into my shoulder a little harder this time.
I like it.
“Oh God.” She throws her head back and arches her back. “Oh … Oh …”
I quicken the pace, deepen the thrusts, and keep my fucking eyes wide open as I watch her on the cusp of an orgasm.
“Open your eyes, Autumn,” I groan. “I want them on me when you come on my cock.”
“You’re … You’re …”
“Open your eyes, dammit.”
“Oh God.”
“Fucking eyes,” I demand as I wrap an arm behind her and pull her up, pushing me legs under her, and thrusting deep from under her.
Her eyes open wide, and she cries out without making a fucking sound.
“There she is.” I thrust again.
“Fuck.” She leans forward to bury her gorgeous face in my neck, but I quickly wrap her soft, silky hair in one hand and pull her head back.
“Don’t disappear on me. I wanna watch you. I wanna see that face when you come all over my cock.”
Her eyes roll slightly as her pussy clenches tighter around my dick.
I thrust over and over again until she cries out into the sky. Then I slow down my pace, watching her mouth gaping, her eyes tightly closed, her chest heaving as she holds her cry back, trying to be quiet.
I thrust into her, needing to hear her, and she finally gives me what I want.
“Eric … Oh fuck.”
Oh fuck is right, I think as I release her hair and pull her tight against me, her nipples pressing against my pecs.
“Fuck, you come prettily.”
She smiles, bites her lip, opens her eyes, and then looks up at the sky. “Oh my God,” she gasps. “Look.”
I look up and see a shooting star, and then another.
“Two.” She grins. “There were two. Make a wish.”
“You’re fucking adorable.”
She looks at me finally, still smiling.
“My wish is, when I give you another orgasm, you’ll look at me like you did those stars.”
She buries her nose into my neck and sighs. “You weren’t supposed to tell me your wish.”
I pull back and look at her then lie, “When you see two, you have to tell the person you’re with. It’s a rule.”
She giggles and threads her fingers in my hair. “Well—”
She stops talking and clings onto my shoulders as I move to lay her on her back.
“Make my wish come true.”
“I will certainly try.”
I push into her hard this time then stop. “Tell me yours.”
She shakes her head, refusing.
“Come on.” I pull almost all the way out. “I dare you.”
She closes her eyes and whispers, “My wish was that I’m making you feel just as good as you are me.”
“Where the fuck did you come from?” I thrust into her fully.
And she cries out, “Queens.”
“Autumn of Queens, watcher of stars, avoider of toads, with the sweetest tits and pussy I have ever tasted.”
She smirks as I grab the back of her head and force her to look at me.
“Give me those eyes.”
She opens her eyes as I release the back of her head and hold the sides of it.
“I’m gonna make you come with me.”
She places her hands on mine as I drive into her over and over again.
The sounds she makes, the expressions on her flawless face, the way her nails sink into my hands as I … do the closest thing to making love to a woman as I ever have, demolish all reserve.
We are skin to sink, sound to sound, eye to eye, pleasure to pleasure as we come hard, loud, and together.
Lying on her, panting, relishing, smelling our mixed scent wafting in the ocean breeze, wanting more but knowing she’s still trying to catch her breath, I try to come up with ways to get her to come back to my place with me.
My place. My fucking place.
No, I will not have him fuck this up for me.
I bury my nose into her hair and whisper, “Come home with me.”
She stiffens.
Fuck.
Five
Autumn
Come home with me.
His words are soft, almost a plea. And as much as my body wants to scream yes, I learned a long time ago, over and over again, like an old vinyl skipping on my grandma’s record player, that sex—and at the time I thought it was good sex—has an internal cord that connects my sexual parts to my heart. And as much as I love a good happily ever after, I’ve realized true happiness comes from within. So, as epic as the fall feels, I promised myself that I won’t get too close to the ground before I pull the rip cord to slow it down … not this time. I never again want to be lying on the jagged rocks beneath me, broken … shattered.
“My friend is waiting.”
“The one who gave me two thumbs-up and a smile?” He lifts himself slightly. His hair is hanging down, and I want to touch it, but … my cord.
“You know the term bros before hos?” I smile as I attempt to sit up.
His brilliant blue eyes search mine.
“Sisters before misters.” I give him a quick peck on the nose then slide under his arm.
He sighs exaggeratedly and sits back on his heels. “There’s a chance she didn’t leave alone either. She was the second most beautiful woman in the place.”
I smile as I grab my dress and start to pull it over my head. “Well …” I pause, taking in his body from a distance, totally naked and lit by the light of the moon. My mouth waters, and I am unable to construct a damn sentence, let alone a thought.
“Christ, you’re gorgeous,” he huffs as he removes the condom and ties it off.
“I was thinking the same thing.”
He looks up. “I want to see you before I head back South.”
“I’d like to be seen by you again.” I pull my dress over my head and feel tiny graduals of sand coating my damp flesh.
“When?” He stands and walks over, pulling the hem of my dress down over my ass.
“Not sure. Do you have Snapchat?”
He laughs. “Snapchat?”
“Why’s that funny?”
“It’s info you give out when you don’t want to give your number.”
I nod. “We’re a hook-up, Eric. It’s not like—”
“Understood.” He turns around and grabs his shorts, pulling his underwear out of them. “Stix and Stars 1, the number, is mine. Snap me if you’d like.”
“Autumns Season is mine.” I hurry past him to get to my shoes, my phone, and to get the hell out of here.
“Thanks for the fuck,” he calls from behind me.
“You, too,” I counter.
Picking up my pace, I get to my sandals and red sling bag. I shove my feet into them as I dig in my bag for my phone.
Hurrying toward the parking lot, I hit the Uber app and order a car.
“What the fuck just happened?” he asks from behind me.
“Well, we exchanged orgasms, and now it’s time for me to go.”
When he steps in front of me, arms crossed, shirt slung over his shoulders, I only look up briefly.
“We exchanged more than that.”
I nod, still not looking up at him. “And Snaps. We exchanged—”
He takes one step, closing the distance between us. Then he snakes one arm around me, pulling me tight against his body, cupping my chin with his other hand and lifting my face to his. He’s a cross between angry and shocked … and smoking hot.
“I thought you weren’t a hit it and go kind of girl.”
I shrug and cast my gaze to the stars, because as beautiful as they are, they can’t make me lose my mind. “I have rules.”
“We already broke one. Let’s break more.”
I bite down on my lower lip to stop the schoolgirl, giddy grin from spreading, still avoiding his gaze when I see another shooting star.
“Oh my God.” I point up.
“Oh my God indeed.” His grip on my chin tightens a bit, and then … then he kisses me slower, softer, more needy. And yes, I kiss him back just the same.
When he pulls back and pins me with his eyes, I attempt a smile.
“Give me a real one.”
So I do.
“Now give me your number and let me take you out on a proper date tomorrow night.”
“I have plans.”
“Break them.”
“I know we don’t know one another, but I have issues.”
He smirks, and I roll my eyes.
“I have issues with letting the people I care about down. I have plans—”
“Squeeze me in after.”
“I’m not sure—”
“Quit overthinking this and do what feels good.”
I look away.
“Autumn, I know damn well we feel good together, and obligations are obligations, I get it, but let’s get together after.”
“Okay.”
“I’m serious.” His tone is a warning.
“Serious men don’t wear men’s bikini underwear.”
He laughs and … God, I love his laugh.
“If they looked as good as I do in them, they would.”
“You have a point.”
“I had a long drive, and I like my business close to me, not bouncing around in my shorts.”
“And such a gentleman wanting to give them a bath when I was seconds away from doing so with my tongue.”
His eyes sparkle. “I like you, Autumn of Queens.”
“How do you know—”
“It’s a skill. Orgasm-induced truth.”
“You should work for the CIA.”
“I’d rather work on you.”
“I’d ask if that line works for you, but I know it does.”
When lights approach from behind him, I suddenly wish I hadn’t called the cab. I wish I had taken him up on his offer.
“It’s not a line, gorgeous. I’ve enjoyed my time with you more than I have any other woman in a long time.”
“I’d say the same, but apparently, I’m a virgin.”
“Not anymore you aren’t.” He winks.
I can’t stop the smile. “Well then, thank you for taking my virginity.”
He nods. “Thank you for giving it to me.”
“My ride’s here.”
“I could have given you one.”
“Aw, but I don’t really know yo
u, and now that I have your Snap, I can properly internet stalk you in hopes of making myself feel better. I mean, you could be married with five kids and just run amuck at night, stealing V-cards.”
“You do that. You’ll see I’ve been happily single for years.” Pulling me tighter, be bows his head and kisses me again softly, sweetly, leaving me wanting more which, by the look on his face when he pulls away, is exactly what he’s going after. “Until tomorrow.”
“Until then.”
* * *
Sitting in the Uber, I pull up my Snap app. I haven’t been active in six months.
AutumnsSeason was the username I gave myself when I decided to take my life back. It was a fuck you to my ex, because I couldn’t tell him face to face, or in text, or at all how badly he hurt me. I let him walk away unscathed, while I quietly died inside.
As my mom said, “He knows what he did to you. He’s done it for years. His baseball career has always come first. This is your season, Autumn; you make sure every season after is yours, too.”
Fuck him. He will not ruin my night, my weekend, or any more of my life.
I scroll through the app and look at my pending friends.
When StixandStars1 pops up, I hit accept then wait for a message, thinking maybe I should send one first.
Then … then my phone dies.
Shit, shit, shit, shit …
Quadrupole shit. Angela!
“Do you have a charging cable?” I ask the driver.
“Should be one back there, unless someone stole it.” He sighs. “Again.”
Looking around, I ask, “Happen often?”
“Every damn night, miss.”
“That’s awful.”
“That’s the way of the world.”
I look up and see his soft brown eyes creased in the corners, the look of defeat shining through.
“There’s still a few good people left.”
He glances up and smiles.
“Like you and me.”
He laughs. “I suppose that’s true.”
I dig in my purse to find money, knowing I can’t leave a tip through the app with my dead phone, and this man, he needs a tip, and he’s going to get one.
I look through my wallet. All I have is fifties and hundreds. I saved all year for this week and didn’t even spend one quarter of my budget tonight, so he’s going to get a bigger one than I planned.
