Finding Faye:

by A. J. Andersen

  “Is this okay, Faye?” His breath is a gentle whisper against the damp flesh of my mouth. “Can I kiss you again?” His voice is raspy and deeper than usual, and my pulse flutters in reaction to his sexy tone.

  I hum my agreement, relaxing into his embrace, opening to allow him access to my tongue. My heart races with a heady combination of nerves and delicious excitement as I touch my tongue to his, tasting him more fully than I could in the cab of his pickup. Our first kiss was super hot and out of control, but this… this kiss is something else.

  Something so much more.

  Travis pulls his lips away from mine and I whine in protest before sucking in a deep breath. He pulls me close again, nuzzling against my cheek and an unexpectedly sensitive place where my jaw meets my neck. His teeth graze over the pounding artery there. I gasp at the sensation, my head falling to the side, granting him further access to the spot. My fingers stroke over the short hair at the back of his neck before sliding up to tangle in his longer locks on top.

  “Fuck, Faye,” he grinds out against my skin, breathless. His tongue flicks against my throbbing pulse, making my body feel heavy and hot. My eyes flutter open when I feel the heat of his hard, rough hand slip under the edge of my shirt before settling on my ribs, his thumb stroking the valley between my breasts.

  He doesn’t go any further than that, but my nipples pebble in reaction. I'm lost in the feel of his touch, and with a shuddering sigh I close my eyes in surrender and lean back against his shoulder, offering whatever he wants.

  We stay that way for quite a while, touching each other between sweet kisses until Travis pulls away. “I need to make you dinner, Sweetpea,” he says in an agonized voice.

  I shake my head no and slide my palms up to cup the lean angles of his face. “More kisses,” I whisper against his mouth, hoping to distract him. My panties feel damp, and all we have done is kiss.

  Travis kissing me fulfills every teenage fantasy I ever had… and some of my more adult ones as well, and I'm not ready to stop yet. I’m desperate for more. More kisses, more of his soft caresses. More of everything.

  Who needs food?

  Travis chuckles against me, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. “You do, baby.”

  I pull away, eyes flying open and heat rushing to my cheeks. “I seriously said that out loud, didn't I?”

  His chuckle becomes outright laughter. Rolling my eyes at him, I shake my head, horrified that I just blurted that out. Way to show off my inexperience.

  “Yes, you did. And you can have more kisses after you eat some dinner.” He grins, his perfect teeth and that sexy dimple making me blush and wiggle closer against him. His long fingers tighten on my hips, slowly rocking me against his hardness.

  It feels long and impossibly thick against me. It feels so good that I want to turn to face him and straddle his lap so I can press myself more fully against it.

  I stare into his eyes as I run my tongue over my kiss-swollen lips, tasting him, and a rumbling growl boils in his chest. I can’t stop my teasing smile.

  “Fine then. Can we have pizza?” It’s been ages since I had a pizza that didn’t come in a small cardboard package from the discount grocery store. “I’m willing to wait for kisses if it means real pizza. And breadsticks.”

  “Sure babe.” He lifts me off his lap as he stands and sets me on my feet beside him. It’s so weird to be moved around like I’m a doll or a small child, but he is so much bigger than me that he does it without thinking.

  I like it.

  “You still like Hawaiian the best?” he asks as he picks up his phone and dials.

  “Yep,” I tell him, cuddling close. “Ordering in dinner means more kisses while we wait.” I try to make it a statement, but he pulls away from me.

  “More kisses after dinner, Sweetpea. We need to talk,” he states as he pulls me toward the kitchen. “Everything between us is moving fast, and I want to make sure that we are on the same page. About us.”

  He sees us as an us? A couple? Holy shit! Outwardly I maintain my composure, but inside I’m doing a happy dance!

  Today is my day for dreams coming true.

  I will definitely be patient if it means he wants to talk about us… unless he plans to tell me that there is no us. Maybe his kisses weren’t really meant to be anything other than...just kisses?

  My heart crashes into my stomach as quickly as it had fluttered with excitement, and I pull my hand free and busy myself setting the table. Travis watches me for a few minutes before stopping me with an arm around my hips, enfolding me against him again.

  “Thinking too much?” he inquires, bringing to mind all the times he knew something was wrong when I was a kid. I’ve never been much good at hiding my feelings from him.

  I acknowledge his question with a brief nod before slipping my arms around his narrow waist and resting my cheek against him. He’s right, a lot has happened in the last couple of days and I really am a little overwhelmed by everything.

  But NOT the kissing. I feel like I have been waiting most of my life for that.

  He hesitates before continuing. ”I love you, Sweetpea. It’s probably way too soon to tell you that, but it’s true. Your humor, your strength, the way you defied Brad every chance you got.”

  I’m shocked into silence by his words, holding my breath as he goes on.

  “Every letter you wrote, every picture you sent, I got to know you. You were an amazing kid and I loved you then. You were my best friend.” I open my mouth to speak and he stops me with a light touch of his fingers to my lips.

  “Let me get it all out Sweetpea.” I nod, feeling breathless. This is like a fantasy come to life.

  “I already know that you grew into an amazing woman, Faye. The minute I saw you asleep in my old sweatshirt I knew that I wanted you to be mine.” He practically growls out the last words against my lips, the whiskers on his chin rasping against my skin making me tingle everywhere. I want to belong to him. I want him to belong to me. Lifting onto my toes I press my lips to his and whisper the words I never thought I would get to say to him.

  “I love you too, Travis. I always have.” I have more words clamoring to spill off my tongue, but they are lost as he grips my butt and lifts me against him. My legs wrap around him, pressing my hot center against his rippled abs.

  I want to crawl inside of him somehow. To make us one.

  We have spent so much time apart, and finally we can be together. There is nothing to keep us apart anymore, and I want him like I have never wanted anyone else.

  I can feel his hard shaft pressing against my core through both layers of our clothing as he rocks me against it. I move with him, chasing the sensation and whimpering at the hot rush of pleasure. He growls again, the sound like electricity as it races across my nerve endings, lighting up every sensitive spot in my body. I feel my nipples tighten, and a wet heat floods my panties.

  I’m sure he must be able to feel it since I’m pressed so tightly to him.

  “More,” I mewl into Travis’ mouth, needing something I can’t define. I’ve never felt like this, this hot demanding need. I think I could come just from this contact alone.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Travis

  Faye is a tiny bundle of heat in my arms. The lush velvet of her lips against mine pushes the limits of my self-control nearly as much as her restless movements against my abs and throbbing cock.

  Her plea for more is the final straw. A man can’t be expected to hold back when he finally has the only woman he’s ever wanted writhing with passion in his arms… can he?

  I adjust my grip, cupping her ass in one hand and threading the fingers of the other into her hair so that I can maneuver her head where I want it. Her tongue is like hot silk in my mouth, and I suck on it until she gasps.

  I don’t break the connection of our lips and tongues as I carry her toward the stairs. I have to be inside her now. I thought I would be able to wait, but we have been dancing around this since I kissed her outside
the diner. I can’t wait any longer. I need to bury my cock in her hot pussy more than I need air to breathe.

  We are halfway up the stairs, Faye rubbing her perfect little tits against my chest, when a rapping on the front door rips my attention away from her.

  “What the fuck?” I grumble. “I might have to murder someone.”

  “The pizza,” Faye groans, reminding me that I ordered one for her. It didn’t seem like that much time had passed.

  I place her on her feet and lower her to sit on the stairs when her knees threaten to buckle. She smiles up at me, her mouth red and wet from mine. Her eyes are foggy with passion. All I want to do right now is sweep her back into my arms and take her to bed for the next week. If I do my job right, she won't be able to walk after I have worshipped her tender body into oblivion, and I will be able to keep her there beside me.

  Right now, though, I have a pizza delivery to pay for and my beautiful woman to feed. My cock is a throbbing weight and I reach down to adjust it. Faye’s gaze follows my movements blatantly, the tip of her little pink tongue poking out to wet the cupids bow of her top lip.

  “Don't you dare move,” I growl as I press a chaste kiss to her forehead and, jogging back downstairs to the door, I fling it it open as I pull cash out of my wallet. “Thanks,” I grumble as I trade the money for the pizza and do my best to block the delivery guy’s view of Faye sitting on the stairs.

  I know what she looks like: her cheeks flushed, lips swollen, hair in disarray. She looks ready to be fucked. To be pleasured.

  “Keep the change,” I growl, closing the door in his face and turning back to her, the pizza box in my hands. Max watches me expectantly from the kitchen. “Damn it,” I swear, making Faye giggle. Hopping down the stairs, she skips to my side and hugs my arm against her breasts.

  “Why don’t we eat and feed Max before we go upstairs?” she says sweetly, tugging me toward the kitchen.

  Sighing, the mood interrupted even though my dick hasn’t acknowledged it yet, I follow her. It’s probably for the best anyway. I don’t want to rush things with her. We have time, it’s probably better if we slow down. I don’t want to risk scaring her with how much I want her.

  Her innocence is glaringly obvious. I don’t know what it makes me, but I can’t wait to have it all to myself. Knowing I will be the only man to have her makes me want her even more.

  Neither of us have said much since we sat down at the table with the pizza between us. Faye just picks the toppings off her slice, her eyes locking on mine before roaming over my chest and arms. I can't stop looking at her either. There is a mischievous sparkle in her gaze and a shy tease in her smile as she sinks her pearly teeth into the plump cushion of her bottom lip, peeking at me through her lashes.

  She is openly flirting with me, and I am loving every damn second of it.

  The admiration on her face as her eyes devour every inch of me she can see drives me insane.

  “Come here,” I say, pushing my chair back from the table as she gets up from hers and sashays over to me. She stands beside me for a moment before I take her hand and tug her onto my lap, drawing her head to my chest as I hold her.

  I need her close to me. I don't want to frighten her with how desperately I want to possess her. I can feel my heart thundering, and take a few slow breaths, trying to calm myself down.

  When I have control of myself I lift her face and caress her lips with mine.

  An almost silent moan whispers out of her mouth and I taste it on my tongue as I gain entrance and glide it against hers. Her fingernails dig into the fabric of my t-shirt before her arms slide around my neck with a shuddering sigh. Her surrender to my touch lights me up inside. It’s everything I ever wanted.

  She is everything I have ever wanted.

  Retreating, I wait for her eyelids to lift lazily before asking, “Can I take you up to bed, Sweetpea?”

  She leans closer, pressing her breasts against me and tracing the tip of her tongue along my lip. “Yes. Please,” she whispers, and as soon as the words are spoken I stand.

  Lifting her up, I carry her to our bed, never breaking our kiss, knowing in my heart that I can’t let this go any farther than kisses. Not tonight. Taking care of her means protecting her, even if it’s from my own desires. Fuck! Doing the right thing is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

  Faye

  It’s hard for me to believe that this is happening. I can't get enough of his kisses, which is good because he hasn't tried to do anything else.

  I'm ready for more. I’ve dreamed of this for so long. My breasts are full and tight under my baggy t-shirt, my tightly budded nipples aching against the soft worn cotton. My panties are sticking to my slick pussy. I’m a little worried that I’m going to leave a wet spot on his abs where he grinds me against him as he takes the stairs, our mouths fused together in a blistering kiss. I love being carried this way, my arms and legs clinging to him, his huge hands cupping my ass and holding me in place. I could definitely get used to this.

  He crosses to the bed with just a couple long strides before gently depositing me on the fluffy comforter and pressing a small kiss to my forehead. He takes a step back, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck, a tight expression on his face.

  “I’m going to let you get ready for bed then.” he murmurs, starting to turn back toward the hall.

  “What? Why?” I hurriedly blurt out, tripping over my words as I scramble off the bed and get between him and the door. “Did I do something wrong?” That’s my biggest fear. That somehow I did something that made him change his mind. I thought he was bringing me upstairs for sex, not for sleep.

  “Ah shit. No baby. You didn’t do anything wrong. You couldn’t.” his hands are on my again. Cupping my shoulders as he hauls me back against him and I feel the hardness of his erection pressing into my abdomen.

  “Why then?” I whisper against his chest, arms circling his waist and holding on tight.

  “Because Sweetpea, as much as I’d like to make love to you tonight it’s too soon.”

  I shake my head in stubborn denial. I want him. I’ve wanted him for years, and now he’s telling me that I can’t have him? That’s so unfair!

  “Yes, Faye. It is. You have been through a lot. I want to be sure that when we make love it’s because you are completely sure that it’s what you want. Not because you are relieved to be feeling safe, not out of any sense of gratitude, but simply because you want me as much as I want you.”

  I do get the point he’s trying to make, but it’s so off base. I don’t want him to make love to me because I feel grateful! I want him to make love to me because I love him. Because I want him. Because I need him to make me his woman in every way possible.

  I don’t say any of that though. I do understand his point, as much as I disagree with it I don’t want him to ever wonder if I have regrets. If waiting will give him that peace of mind then I will wait. I’ve already waited for him this long. A little longer won’t kill me. Even if the coiled pressure between my thighs begs to differ.

  Giving his lean waist one last tight hug I step away from him with a little sigh.

  “Ok Travis. If you don’t want me that’s ok.” I know it’s mean to tease, but if he’s going to make me wait, then it only seems fair that I make him suffer just a little bit.

  Turning my back on him I walk toward the master bathroom, leaving him standing where I left him, as I pull his oversized t-shirt over my head and drop it on the floor. His ragged intake of breath makes me smile. Attempting to be seductive, I reach up to let my hair out of its ponytail and shake it out so that it cascades down my bare back. I can’t wait for the brown dye to fade out so that I can feel more like myself again.

  Peeking back over my shoulder I catch him staring at me, his long fingers squeezing the hard outline of his cock through his jeans and I meet his eyes with a smile as he hurriedly shoves his hands into his pockets.

  “I’m gonna take a quick shower then hop in bed.
Are you sleeping in here with me?” I widen my eyes in question and slowly blink at him innocently as I push my leggings down my legs until I’m standing there in just a pair of pale yellow cotton boyshorts. I don’t have much experience with flirting, but so far what I’m doing seems to be working. Travis just stares at me looking poleaxed. It makes me feel sexy and desirable and I like it.

  He shakes his head slowly. “I don’t think that’s the best idea.” he mumbles taking a step toward me.

  “Oh… okay then. I’m gonna take that shower now.” I step into the bathroom and quietly close the door without another word. That will give him a little something to think about tonight. If I’m going to be awake and unsatisfied all night it serves him right if he is too.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Travis

  She’s seriously killing me. I’m going to die if she doesn’t stop teasing me. Here I thought I was dealing with a sweet, innocent young woman. In reality I’m dealing with a flirtatious, cock teasing little minx and I’m at my wits end.

  After leaving me standing in my bedroom, struck dumb and caught with my dick literally in my hand, I had to listen for when the water came on and think about her there, in my shower. Naked. Soaping her naked body. Her naked tits. So I did what any level headed guy would do in that situation. I high tailed it to my office where I sat surrounded by pictures of her that I couldn’t bring myself to look at because she was so young in them, and stroked my cock until I came so hard I couldn’t see straight. Then just thinking about the bare expanse of her back and slim legs, interrupted only by those tiny yellow boyshort panties, I did it all over again before pulling a blanket and pillow from the hall closet and falling into a fitful sleep.