by Oliver, Tess
“Got it.”
“What about you, Tink?”
“No one special in my life.” Somehow I justified the lie by adding in the word special as a qualifier. “Now that my sister is gone, I’m the only child. It’s different when you’re born with a twin. You’re never the only child, never alone. Perris and I were physically identical.” I thought about the one thing that made her look different and smiled to myself. “When she was eight, Perris burned her forehead so badly with a curling iron she had a little triangle shaped scar. I think that scar helped people tell us apart. Of course, our personalities were different, almost mirror images, in fact. She was more introverted. She liked to read and write. I was more of an athlete. I liked to play soccer and ride skateboards. Perris also had some pretty serious mood swings. Looking back now, I realize she was struggling with depression. I’m sure that’s what eventually led her to drugs.”
“Sounds like she went through the same stuff as my mom. That’s how we lost her. Guess it’s an easy escape.”
I leaned back, and, as happened so often, my thoughts drifted back to Perris. One of her favorite Nirvana songs came on the radio. “I’m not sure how I missed it.” I’d meant the words for my own head but I’d spoken them aloud instead. “Her depression, her spiraling out of control with addiction. As kids, I swear we could feel each other’s pain and joy even if we weren’t in the same room. Once, we were at a party, we couldn’t have been more than six, and I remember standing in the kitchen eating an ice cream. Perris was outside on the swing set. This terrible pain shot through my arm. My ice cream cone flopped onto the floor. Then I heard Perris crying uncontrollably outside. She’d fallen off the slide and dislocated her shoulder.”
“Wow. That is one for the science books.”
“No one believed me, of course, but I’d felt it. I’d felt Perris’s pain. It was like that all of our lives, but after we moved out this way together, she went off with Damon. I don’t understand why I didn’t know how bad things were getting.”
“Britton, you can’t blame yourself.”
I stared down at the tiny flower pattern on my dress. “Yeah, maybe not.” I thought again about the missed voicemail, the last words I had from Perris. I pushed them from my head.
I picked up Slade’s phone to check our location. There was a text. “Uh, Sherry would like to know if you want to come over for some strip poker. She said Ginny will be there too.” I looked up at him. He didn’t look the slightest bit embarrassed. Of course, he didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would ever be embarrassed. “How shall I reply?” I asked holding back a grin. Before he could answer, I typed a response and pressed send.
He shot me a questioning glance.
“I told Sherry that you have a date with a pair of lavender panties and that you’d talk to her later.” Slade was uncharacteristically silent, and I felt silly for sending the text. “Unless you want to turn around and head back.”
“Huh? No, I wasn’t thinking about the text. I’m back to thinking about those purple panties.”
I laughed. “You, sir, always know exactly what to say to turn me into a loose, wanton woman.” I swiveled in my seat to face him again. “And I think you deserve a second glance at the infamous purple panties.” I spread my legs and inched my dress up my thighs.
He glanced down at my exposed panties. “Damn, they’re just as hot the second time.” His fingers gripped the steering wheel a little tighter as he reluctantly pulled his hungry gaze away from me and back to the road. He turned suddenly, and a shocked squeak shot from my mouth as I grabbed the edge of the seat to keep from being bounced off.
He pulled the car off onto a long strip of gravel and sand. “Knew that all wheel drive was handy for something.” We were on a patch of weedy dirt overlooking the ocean, a good vista point for picture taking during the day. But it was close to midnight, and the place was deserted and just far enough off the highway to be out of the way of passing headlights.
He motioned with his thumb behind him. “Backseat, lavender panty girl. I’ve been driving a long time, and this is my kind of rest stop.”
We opened the doors. Another squeal shot from my lips, but this one was more of excited anticipation than shock. We climbed into the backseat and quickly discovered that Slade was just a little too big for the average backseat.
“Wait,” he said, “I know just what to do.” He turned to the side and stretched his long legs across the seat.
I looked at the way he’d professionally positioned himself. “Nice. I’d almost think that you had done this before.”
“Maybe once or twice but never with a freakin’ pair of lavender panties.” He paused. “Oh wait, scratch that.” He paused in thought again. “But never with a girl as fucking hot as you.”
I pushed up his shirt. The stitches had been removed from the gash, but the skin along it was puckered and still slightly swollen. “What about this?”
“When you are part Superman, which according to the nurses I must be, wounds like this heal fast.”
He pulled me onto his lap and I straddled him. “Kidding aside, Tink,” his voice lowered and a more serious expression crossed his face, “you’ve got my head spinning in every direction.” He pulled my face down to his and kissed me. His erection pushed against my pussy as his hands smoothed up under my dress and along my back. “Watching you sleep was making me so fucking hot for you.” He slipped the dress strap off my shoulder and exposed my naked breast. He watched from beneath heavy lids as he teased my nipple erect with his thumb and forefinger. “Every part of you is such a fucking turn on, baby.” His mouth returned to mine. His tongue ran long, lazy strokes across my lips. “Slip those purple panties off. I want to feel your hot pussy around my cock.”
His caresses and dirty talk spurred me into action. I bumped my head as I climbed up and off. With a laugh, I fell onto the opposite seat. I slipped off my sandals and braced my bare feet against his thigh to lift my bottom. He watched with his dark green eyes as I shimmied the panties off.
“Best fucking striptease I’ve ever witnessed in the back of a car,” he grunted as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. Before I could move to straddle him again. He shook his head.
“Stay right there, but spread those knees farther. I just want to look at you.”
I stretched my arms back behind my head pushing my breasts into view. I dropped my knees open. An intense heat swirled around the backseat producing a haze on all the windows.
He unbuttoned his fly and pushed his jeans down below his hips. His thick, glistening cock stood erect and ready, and my pussy ached to slide down over him. He rolled on the condom, and this time, I took pleasure in watching him.
A moan ushered from between my lips. “I can’t wait any longer, Slade.” I sat up.
He took hold of my arms and pulled me closer. I straddled his lap and braced my hands on his shoulders. He peered up at me as I slid down over him. I was nearly drunk with the feel of his cock filling me. My pussy had been so ready that it nearly clenched into an orgasm with just a small movement of my hips.
I curled my fingers in his hair and brought his mouth against my breast as I rocked my hips over him. It had been a long time since I’d fooled around in a backseat. It was cramped and awkward, but I was already close to coming.
“God, Slade, I can’t believe how much I want this.” My voice came out grittier than usual.
He moved faster inside of me. “Fuck, baby, do you know what the sound of your voice does to me.” His fingers gripped my hips. “It’s like honey with a rough, sandy edge that makes me want to fuck you harder.”
I lowered my mouth to his ear. “Good. Because I want you to fuck me harder.”
He groaned as I braced my hands against his shoulders. I moved up and down, and he met me with hard thrusts. The sensations of an org
asm splintered into long, shuddering waves of pleasure.
“That’s it, baby, come for me. Your pussy feels so good.”
I held his arms for support as my head dropped back. The intoxicating ache of his cock slamming into me pushed the breath from me.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned as he pushed deeper and came.
I collapsed against his hard chest. As our ragged breaths slowed, the windows grew more opaque. I sighed contentedly at the feel of his arms around me. “Everything in my life was feeling so wrong, so hopeless. Meeting you has been the first spark of light in a long bout of darkness.”
He kissed my forehead. “You know something, Tink, you dropped into my life at the right time too. I’ve been feeling a little lost myself.”
I sat up and took hold of his face. I leaned forward and kissed him. Headlights pulled off and temporarily lit up the inside of the car. Then they left.
I smeared a clearing in the back window. “I guess someone else had the same idea as us, but saw the spot was taken.”
“I’ll bet they don’t have any of these in that car.” He lifted his hand. My purple panties dangled from his finger.
I laughed and snatched them from his hand. “I guess we should get back on the road. The motel is only a few miles away.”
He grinned. “And then we get to start this all over again.”
I climbed off of his lap and pulled on my, now infamous, lavender panties. I peered back through the clearing in the condensation and squinted out to the darkness. “It looks so darn spooky out there. Like we’re the only people on a barren, dark planet.”
“I was thinking more of that spooky campfire story with the couple who park in a deserted place, and the guy with the hook—”
I covered my ears. “No, don’t finish. That damn story kept me staring at the ceiling all night at a lot of slumber parties.”
“O.K. I won’t talk about the guy climbing out and getting impaled by the hook.”
I huffed. “Great, now I’ll be thinking about it all night.”
“Trust me, sweetie, you won’t have time to be thinking about it because I will be keeping your mind on other things.” He wrapped the condom in a piece of paper from the console. “There’s a trashcan over there. I’ll be right back.” He hopped out.
I finished dressing in the backseat. I pulled on my sandals. I looked back through the circle I’d cleared. I couldn’t see him. I waited for a few seconds and then climbed out.
“Gotcha!”
I screamed as he grabbed me from behind. “Oh my gosh, you ass. And I let you see my panties and everything.” I pressed my hand to my chest. “That has to be the quickest way to a heart attack.” I turned around in his arms. He pulled me closer and kissed me. The cool ocean breeze swirled around my legs, and my heart felt fluttery with the thought of Slade Stone.
Chapter 13
Slade
It was the gurgle of the coffee machine and a short, angry horn honking in the parking lot that dragged me from a deep sleep. I turned over to wrap my arms around Britton, but her side of the bed was empty. I lifted my head and looked around the room wondering if she’d walked out on me again. It would definitely be harder to talk Hunter into driving six hours to pick me up. The shower roared to life. I rested back. I was relieved. I almost laughed out loud about it. I was relieved she hadn’t stranded me and not because I’d have a much longer trip back home. It actually would hurt, and not just my ego. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this kind of attachment to a girl. In fact, I wasn’t completely sure I’d ever experienced it at all. There had been a few girls that I’d dated longer than usual, but nothing that had ever gone past a few months. I could see myself spending a lot of time with Britton. She was wild and fun, but there was more to her. I couldn’t explain it. I just knew I wanted to be near her.
Her sultry voice echoed off the bathroom tile as she sang a pretty damn impressive version of Sweet Home Alabama in the shower. I decided she needed an audience. I stepped into the bathroom. A cloud of soapy steam floated up from behind the shower curtain. Her singing stopped, and she turned around as I pulled the curtain back and stepped inside.
“You were taking too long,” I said.
“I’m sorry. I’ll hurry up and try not to use all the hot water.”
I took hold of her hand and pressed it to my mouth. “No, I mean you’re taking too long, and I missed you.” I took her other hand and held them up above her head and gazed down at her naked body. The water cascaded down her smooth skin, over her round breasts, along her flat stomach to the dark patch of hair between her legs. “It’s official”—my voice dropped lower as my cock hardened—“you are just as fucking hot wet. In fact, you might be even hotter because my cock is aching right now just looking at you.”
I released her wrists, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. My hands smoothed over her wet skin, and the warm water sprayed over us as if we were standing naked in a summer rainstorm.
“Damn, Tink, we fucked four times last night, and I still haven’t had enough of you.”
She kissed my chest and peered up at me. “Let’s keep it that way. I want you to always feel like you can’t get enough of me. You’ve awakened some feelings that I thought I’d lost for good.”
I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her. The nosy shower curtain kept getting in our way, and with my size and the small shower stall it would have been just as cramped as in the backseat. I reached forward, turned off the water and carried her dripping wet to the bed.
“Guess it’s good we’re done sleeping.” She laughed as she scooted back to rest her head against the pillow. Her short wet hair stood up on end giving her a punk rock look. It worked on her just as well as the pixie cut.
“God, you are so damn beautiful, Tink.” I knelt onto the bed and took hold of her ankles. I moved her feet closer to her body so her knees were bent, and I grabbed a pillow to push under her ass.
She stretched her arms back and watched me with that dark brown, intense gaze that made me want her even more. As often as we’d fucked the night before, I was still half nuts with needing to be inside of her again.
She licked her lips as I knelt between her legs and pushed her thighs open. I spread her pussy wide with my fingers. She sighed appreciatively as I lowered my face over her. She arched her back to meet my probing tongue as I stroked it along her clit. She reached down and curled her fingers in my hair to hold my mouth tighter against her. I reached up to tease her clit with my thumb as my tongue slid deep inside of her, tasting her, drinking her. Her thighs tightened around me, and she rocked her hips against the pressure of my tongue and fingers, gently at first, then with fevered urgency.
“God, Slade.” Her voice, the voice that had already invaded my dreams, floated around the motel room. “I’m going to come,” she cried out. Her fingers tightened in my hair, and she moaned in pleasure as she trembled in my grasp.
I continued to stroke her pussy with my tongue as her body relaxed and her breathing slowed.
“Holy shit,” she said on a half-whisper, “no one has ever made me come with oral sex.” She reached her hand down toward me, inviting me to move up next to her. “You are one highly talented man, Slade Stone, and I’m yours for the taking. Ask anything of me, this morning. I’m totally and completely and utterly yours.”
“Totally, completely and utterly? That sounds like an offer I can’t resist.” I rested back on the pillows and ran my fingers along her naked body. Her skin was flushed from the orgasm, but it felt cool to the touch from the shower. “My request this morning is pretty simple, but it’s something I’ve been thinking about.”
She peered up at me. “What is it?”
“I want you completely. When I’m inside of you, I don’t want to miss anything.” I reached down and my fingers pushed between her legs. Her
pussy was still hot and wet from my mouth. “I saw you take a birth control pill last night.”
“Yes.” She knew where this was going, but she hadn’t said no yet.
“I’ll be honest. I’ve slept with a lot of women.”
There was no judgment in her face. It was something I already loved about her.
“I’m not going to make excuses for it. I fucking love women. I love them. I love the way they smell, the way they feel when they’re naked under me, the way they taste—” I dragged my hands over her skin, and she reacted to my touch by arching up toward my fingers. “My brothers and I were on our own for a long time. It was a struggle, and we were living day to day. It was still better than life with our dad, but it was hard. After the old man kicked, we were suddenly free from his iron fist control. I won’t lie or sugarcoat it. We were living pretty far off the grid when it came to the rules of society. People in Trayton, our hometown, are finally starting not to walk a wide circle around us on the sidewalk. Anyhow, there it is, Slade Stone laid bare. Even though I’ve been with a lot of women, I was always careful. It was one of the rules of society my brothers and I all followed. Fuck, I’m rambling.”
She reached up and pressed her finger against my mouth. “Yes, you can skip the condom. I’m covered and I’m clean. Unfortunately, the one man I was loyal to was not loyal to me. So, I took a test recently just to make sure. I haven’t been with anyone else since. Until now.”
I opened my mouth to ask, but she placed her fingers back.
“No, I don’t want to talk about him. It would be a major mood killer.” She reached her hand down and wrapped her fingers around my cock. “And right now, I’m totally and utterly yours, remember?”
“And completely,” I said as I pulled her beneath me. “Don’t fucking forget completely.”
Her legs wrapped around me, and I slid slow and deep into her pussy. “Fuck yeah,” I groaned. “It’s as fucking hot as I expected.” I gazed down at her face. “Damn, Tink, when I’m with you—” He smiled. “I think you did have some of that magic fairy dust on you after all because I’m under some kind of spell.” My cock had already been so hard for her, feeling her without a latex barrier made the sensations of her pussy milking me even stronger. I rocked against her, slowly at first. But I couldn’t hold back any longer. She lifted her hips up higher to meet me. The creaky bed smacked the wall over and over as I slammed into her.
